My sister, god bless her heart, has awful taste in men. Every other month she’ll fall in love with some dickwad, then come crying to me about how he started treating her horribly, how he cheated and so on so forth. I don’t mind though, cause that means I have a target to change that has it coming anyways.
Take for example this new guy, Trevor. I can see in his file that he’s a huge, 6’2 180 pounds, misogynistic jerk from the army, coming from a long line of guys just like himself. Loves to chase ladies, pump n dump, even had a few kids lying around that he doesn’t know and probably wouldn’t care about. He’s just living his life being guided by his dick really, but I’m not gonna him walk away all fine after he messed with my family.
Just making some adjustments… and done! Now, he’s not exactly from the army anymore, cause the guys in there beat him up so hard a lot after his father forced him to go in order to “not be a faggot” that he had to leave. Now, he pursues his true passion: Dancing at a strip club, always wearing his camo uniform, of course. I also dolled him up a bit, cause since he’s not gonna be into ladies anymore, I might as well have some fun too! Smooth body, not capable of growing any body hair, blonde locks, cock sucking lips, a huuuuge butt, and I also doubled the size of his dick even though he’s not gonna be using it much now, just because. My sis is gonna love this when she sees it, haha!
If you have the proper certifications, you probably care about your clients. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Here's a short experiment in capturing a few different steps in the "process" of body swapping.
Being a roomate with a super star jock has its perks and disadvantages. I can secretly gawk at his giant furry muscle body and knee swinging cock when walk around naked. Unfortunately he has a philosophy of “might make right” and “size make a man” so he basically makes me his servant. If he so sure about those philosophies then I’ll test them. I wait until the jock fall asleep before I have my fun. I take out my phone to transfer my roommate prize jewel to me while leaving him barely a quarter inch pecker and a set of raisin. I also make his muscles bigger for my own enjoyment. It’s fun to see part of him inflate while the other deflated. Let see which of us is the bigger man here by the time we wake up tomorrow. I do need to get used to walking with a cock that nearly touch the floor and pair of weighted full balls.
So, it turns out that according to your roommate 'size makes a man' only applies when he has the size. Once he realized you had somehow stolen his cock, he immediately tried to beat you up. Luckily for you, the threat of getting rid of his entire cock was enough to keep him in line. In fact, holding his remaining masculinity hostage has gotten him to do a lot of things now, which is good considering how horny your new massive member makes you. He wasn't very happy about the arrangement at first, but once you started bribing him with some extra muscle growth every time he gets you off he becomes a lot more eager. He gets the might, you get the size, and the two of you are finally happy with your roommate situation. Good for you!
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Coach has called my boyfriend and I into his office because we were failing PE. But right after we arrived there he closed the door and shouted that in a few hours we won't fail his subject ever again. What could he mean?
You couldn't remember why you ever thought you hated gym class. Gym class fucking ruled! It was a chance for you and your boyfriend to show off your awesome muscles, workout like the studly jocks you are, and prove your dedication to Coach!
Lately though Coach seemed, like, a little upset. He keeps mumbling about a "flaw in the conditioning" and "Not able to rewrite relationships" or something. You don't know whats got Coach so down, but you're gonna work hard to be the best jock you can and cheer him up! Thats what matters afterall, being a good jock for coach! And your boyfriend, obviously. You couldn't imagine a life without your boyfriend.
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I’m the president of the LGBT club. And I also happen to have a genie’s lamp. I used one of the wishes to turn myself into a towering jock top hunk alpha male gay and QB of the team, but I still wasn’t able to steal that last guys boyfriend with my new body. The wish also had unintended consequences. It made me deeply closeted and homophobic. I’ve tried to fight it, but after Coach confided in me what he’d done to the two boys, I decided that if I couldn’t have him, nobody can. Then I figured out a way around the genie’s “no interfering with true love” rule. What if I made that true love impossible? And it would finally solve all this self-loathing I have. So I’m using my second wish. I wish homosexuality never existed as a concept and was literally unthinkable, even for me, with no memory for anyone of the previous reality, just a world where the alpha straight dumb jock shallow hierarchy rules and all women are needy bimbos who worship height and muscle. There will never have been homosexuals and never will be. I’m a little worried about what kind of person I’ll become since I’ve been managing my bullying toxic macho alpha male urges well enough, but I don’t care anymore. Let all be straight, toxic, a manosphere nightmare.
… I'm sorry, let me make sure I understand. You're so upset that you weren't able to steal the boyfriend of the person from the story above you, that you've decided to use a genie, one of the most powerful forms of reality bending magic in existence, to eliminate all homosexuality and turn everyone into toxic douchebags?
This isn't going to be pretty----------------
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Sup bro! I usually love getting messages from fans, but I gotta admit, this one doesn't make any fucking sense to me. Gay? I don't know what that means, but it sounds like a knockoff version of Whey huhuhu.
look, let me give you some advice dude. Quit taking about this crazy bullshit, or you're never gonna get a girl to fuck. I mean, bimbos ain't that smart, but even they can get annoyed when someone starts spewing random bullshit… I mean, unless you've got like a 12 inch cock or something bro, then they don't give a fuck what you say, or how you treat them, hahaha.
look, I got a bitch with some huge tits I've been dying to motorboat, so I'm gonna go for now. But hey, I can tell from those 20 inch biceps you're a total alpha, just like me. You ever wanna workout together or something, let me know. I bet we could get tons of chicks. See you bro!
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It’s my birthday and my biggest wish is that I could experience massive muscle growth and wake up as a huge super roided pro bodybuilder with a nice thick roid gut. and never have to work again cause I get sponsors and stuff. Maybe even get a hot husband out if it since I’m also fucking horny from my roids?
I hope you enjoy the little gift I've sent you! If you haven't guessed, they're not normal exactly normal roids. If you've already taken them, you know they'll have you growing absolutely huge in a matter of minutes, not months or years. You'll be ruling the bodybuilding circut in no time, and any accusation of roids will be put to rest at the sight of your huge cock. No one of scaaaary roids could be that hung, could they? Soon you'll have dozen of sponsors willing to pay you just to flex and hold whatever product they want. Oh, and I'll also be sending you a very eager and horny twink who can't wait to meet his new, incredibly muscular husband. Happy birthday man. I hope this next year will be even better.
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I decide to fiddle with the Chronivac app. I turn off the reality bending setting for this test. Since I do not want to do something drastic with one of the safeguard up I decide to just press a simple button. When a frat jock and skittish nerd come up to present their project, I hit the “alpha swap” button. The jock looks bored out of his mind tell me that he make the nerd does everything. Well instead of falling asleep to the presentation, the entire lecture hall going to enjoy the swap feature I discovered.
You had to admit, you weren't sure what you were expecting when you swapped a nerd and a jock in the middle of class, knowing that everyone would see everything that happened, but panic wasn't one of them. Half of the class stood in shock as they watched the frat boy seem to shrink and the wallflower pack on muscles, while the other half started screaming and even running from the room, convinced there was some kind of gas leak or something. The only people who didn't freak out were the nerd, and the sorority girl sitting right next to him. As the shy nerd visibly gained both muscle and confidence, you watched the blonde girl look at him with a mix of confused shock and undisguised lust.
The really weird thing was how quickly people adapted to the new reality, even without it actually being changed. After some whining from the former jock, and some reassurance that they weren't hallucinating, people seemed to just… kind of accept it. What else were they supposed to do? they had no proof of what had happened, and it didn't seem like anyone was hurt - besides the former jock, and people didn't really like him - So after a lot of confusion they just sort of moved forward. Within a week the former geek had joined the football team and was dating the soroity girl he had met in class. People have a surprising capacity to accept the strange.
Although, things haven't remained completely changed. A bunch of nerds have been camped out in your classroom, either trying to study the phenomenon or actively hoping they'll be the next to be changed. So, your class might need to meet somewhere else for a while
hey pookie, actually i wanna help my skinny and nerdy asian roommate (aka my crush). He's really insecure of himself and even worse he was getting bullied by those some mean jocks. I wanna be turn into his lucky magical item that help him drain the bully and make him a huge muscle stud while retaining his cute and sweet personality. It's a big sacrifice to give up my humanity but at least he's happy with his new life and he won't be insecure about it. I'm sure you can do it (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧.
Thanks in advance, I know i can trust you ✨☺️. Make my sacrifices worth for my crush
It had been hard for you to watch your roommate struggle with his confidence and self-esteem. Anyone would feel bad comparing themselves to the people on social media. The culture was all about putting your best image forward, and his feed was full of hot Instagram models, fitness influencers, and bodybuilders. No matter how much you tried to encourage him, he never seemed to believe you. He always talked about wanting to be the biggest, buffest guy in the room, and he had long been self-conscious about his slimmer frame. The jocks around campus gave him a hard time for that, too.
You were rather invested in his happiness, though, given your crush on him. For you, it was his sweet, charming personality that drew you in. There was a sparkle in his eyes whenever he talked about the things he was passionate about, and the dimples in his cheeks whenever he smiled and laughed. It hurt you to see him feeling so insecure about his own body, so you decided to do whatever it took to fulfill his dreams. What you hadn’t expected was how that decision would lead from hope to something far stranger than either of you could have known initially.
As you looked up ways to quickly help your crush beef up his body and gain some muscles, you came across an occult-looking website online with a spell to help boost one’s masculinity. It was probably nothing, just a silly hoax to make people think dark magic was real. But you didn’t have any other ideas on how else to help your roommate, so you offered to cast the spell on him. On the website, you had seen a line of text under the magic script for the masculinity spell. It mentioned how the magic would require the caster to be close to the one they cast the spell on for it to be permanently effective. That detail stayed with you as you decided to try it anyway, even as a part of you secretly, selfishly hoped it would mean you and your crush would never have to be separated.
Setting your crush down in the center of the locker room, you informed him of some stupid spell you had found online and wanted to try something out with him. The spell needed to be cast in a room chock full of masculinity, and there was nowhere better than the sports teams’ damp and musty locker rooms. After a little coaxing and gentle reassurance that this was just for fun, you began to recite the words on the printed-out piece of paper you had. The words were odd to say, with some combination of clunky Latin and old Gaelic words, but you managed to stumble your way through. The two of you were left staring at each other, anticipating something to actually happen.
But just when enough time had passed, and you both agreed this magic wasn’t actually real, you felt a strange shiver run through your body. A soft gasp of surprise, a grunt of discomfort, and you found yourself shrinking in size rapidly. Your roommate let out a noise of surprise, stumbling forward as if to catch you. But your body had quickly morphed, compressing in on itself until you were a slender, silver chain. You felt a warmth along your metal backside, piecing together that you were in your crush’s hands. And though you had no more eyes or ears, you could still see and hear your roommate quite clearly. You could hear him panicking and stressing over the strange transformation that he saw before his very eyes. But surprisingly, you felt quite at peace with your new situation. A pulse of heat seemed to radiate around your body, and you heard your crush’s panicked tone slowly morph into a more curious and entranced state of mind.
“...B-But maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal if I just tried you on for a second. A-And then we’ll figure out what to do next…”
It was surely the magic’s doing, as far as you could tell, but you didn’t mind the idea of being worn by your crush. The idea actually excited you, despite the fact that you were nothing more than a magical necklace. You could feel energy pulsing around you as your roommate unclasped you and refastened you onto his slim neck. Just being up close and personal to him and his body heat made you tremble with delight, knowing that this was just how things were meant to be. The magical energy seemed to transfer from your body onto his, and you could only witness a miraculous transformation you hadn’t seen before.
Right at that moment, the group of jocks that loved to bully your friend strolled into the room. From the looks of it, they had just finished up some team practice and were still ripe with their sweat and musk. But the moment they laid eyes on your roommate, they began stalking towards him with a vicious and dark look in their eyes. Both you and your friend tensed, and the magic around him started to swell. Then, like a bubble being popped, a burst of energy seeped forth when their hands came too close to your friend’s body.
The process was like witnessing a man being formed into a god. Everything that you had thought you knew about your crush was being quickly flipped on its head as the magical energy rushed back and seeped into his body. His bony, bumpy shoulders quickly swelled and pulsed to the size of cannonballs, and his arms soon followed suit. A swelling growth began rolling through his body as he let out a low moan of pleasure. You realized that your vantage point was starting to rise as his pecs inflated like two water balloons. There was a sizable and comfortable shelf for you to rest on. With his neck also thickening and hardening like a steel column, you were positioned nice and tight against his smooth body. There was no chance of you getting yanked off now; your position was quite secure on his beefy torso.
There wasn’t much else you could see from your angle, but you could hear your friend’s deepening voice describe the rest of his newly jacked body. Cobblestone abs, thighs that could crush a watermelon, a back the width of a door, and a pair of heavy, swaying balls with a thick cock. His growing hands groped and squeezed his muscles, a stark contrast to the skinny self he had been moments before. His sausage-like fingers reached down to tweak and tug at his nipples. Whatever the spell had done, it had turned your crush into a walking sex god.
“H-Holy shit…” he gasped after taking a moment. You could see his handsome visage gazing down at you, although he was almost unrecognizable for a second with that chiseled jawline and sharp, model-like features. “Did… did you do this?” he murmured softly as he raised up the lowest part of your chain so he could get a better look at you. The deep, rumbling bass of his voice caused the rest of your chain to rattle a bit in response.
The two of you were interrupted by low, trembling whimpers from the rest of the room. Looking out, you were stunned to see the formerly beefy, muscular jocks drained of all their muscle and masculinity. Some were still deflating like wimpy balloons, while others clutched at their skinny bodies. If your crush had been skin and bones before, it was nothing compared to how small and frail the bullies were now. They could only gasp and stammer as they tried to process their rising shame, embarrassment, and surprise.
“I guess the spell worked… I didn’t… want you to become like this, though,” he said softly, his eyes softening with appreciation and sadness that you had given yourself up for his deepest dreams. “I… I won’t forget this. Or you. We’re together now, for good. I’m… going to take this gift and live this life for the both of us. And we’re going to try to find a way to bring you back, too.” He was still as sweet and loving as he had always been. There was a glimmer of both your agreement and your adoration in the reflection of your metallic surface, and it seemed your message had reached him. Bringing you to his lips, your friend pressed a gentle kiss onto you, silently vowing to live up to your expectations.
And lived up to them, he did. He’s still going strong in the pursuit of finding a way to bring you back. Until he has better clues and leads, your friend has been using his new body to the maximum. Lifting at least twice a day, he is dedicated to becoming even beefier and bulkier with the added help. His newly minted scent is an intoxicating aphrodisiac for any man who catches a whiff of his pheromones. He quickly learned that on the day of his first transformation, when desperate nerdy twinks swarmed him with the need to worship his beefy body. Now, it is hard for him to go through the day without bending over four or five guys at their requests. The changes in his life never changed who he was, though. With a newfound boost in confidence and strong self-esteem, his sweet and charming self really shines through.
Of course, there’s no reason to tell you this. You already know all this! There isn’t a moment when your man would ever take you off his body, and every night he presses a soft kiss on you to show you how much he’s thinking of you. While things might not have turned out how you had hoped, it felt like the two of you were closer than ever. And who would trade that feeling for anything else?
I tossed my ginger curls out of my face, looking up at the fellow detainee across from me. ‘Red...’ such a dumb fuckin’ line, everyone drops it thinking they’re the cleverest person in the room. I have red hair, hardy har, so people call me Red, tee hee, give me a break.
He’s short, maybe a hair over 5’6”, but a fireplug of a man. Sure, darker blonde, but a fireplug. Even in his baggy clothes, I could tell that he was pretty beefy, like in a got a little too into juicing after high school kind of way.
“What’ll it be, Yellow…” I mumbled back.
He shoots me a weird look. I mime at my hair. He narrows his eyes and shakes away the confusion.
"Give me 50 pounds!"
I shot him an even weirder look than he gave me, and he just gestured back and forth to me and himself excitedly, with both of his wrists tied together with the thick, industry standard zip ties that the pigs always carry around by the dozen at protests.
“What?”
“Jss—Fuckin’ give me 50! I’ll get us outta here!”
“… Pounds.”
“Yeah, c’mon!”
I scoffed, “You can eat 50 lbs of shit.”
“Dude, just—ARGH, just say it, man! Trust me! You can spare it, you’re a big dude! Look, I promise I’ll get us out of here.”
He wasn’t wrong, I probably weighed the same as him. Sure, on a frame easily half a hoot taller than him, but I’ve paid my dues at the alter of vain size building. Anything to at least minimize the amount of ginger jokes I had to endure in school. Thanks a lot, South Park… Wait, 50 lbs of…?
“50 lbs of what then?”
“You, dude! Muscle, size! C’mon dude, we gotta be quick!”
Great, stuck in holding, again, with another horny tweaker, again. It’s like I’m a magnet for this type of shit.
“You want 50 lbs of muscle from me, huh? What, you’re gonna Superman your way outta here?”
“W—I mean, kinda,” he chuckled and shrugged as I rolled my eyes with a grin. I had to admit, Yellow was charming, in a dorky, too much adrenaline kind of way. “And ‘our’ way outta here, man!… C’mon, I’ll give it right back! Trust me, like, we were at the same protest, we’re already on the same team?”
I chuckled behind my grin, “Even you gotta admit that turned into a little more than a protest.”
He shrugged again behind a smirk, “No justice, no peace.”
I outwardly laughed this time. I scratched my knee with my wrists bound together, feeling my forearm graze against the slight chub I was forming. This guy’s clearly got a few screws loose but his charisma was undeniable. Was it because he was built to exactly my type? Whatever, may as well play along, we were likely going to be spending the next few hours together in holding.
He caught me studying him, and opened his palms upwards and raised his eyebrows in a game show host imitation.
I snorted, “Fine, Yellow. You can have 50 lbs of my muscle. Now, how a—!”
My breath caught in my throat and my jaw shot open as I sucked a whooping gasp, my fists clenching and my shoulders tensing up, my abs knotted up and my hips thrusted forward like I was yanked by lasso.
The moment the words left my mouth, I was instantly, fully, throbbingly rock hard. My dick was pulling like an iron rod towards him, making my sweats tent in a way I didn’t know the fabric was capable of handling. In my dizzy, star-spangled vision, I could see the same was true for Yellow. He was similarly tensed and flexed, but smiling widely and dumbly with droopy orgasmic eyes and seemed to be experiencing it much more relaxed way than I was.
He panted quietly, “Don’t worry, dude, it’s just the connection being made, you’re gonna love th—HOOOOOO!!”
It must have hit him the same moment it hit me—it felt like a massive, pillowy, slobbering set of lips smooched down onto my mushroom head, tightly forced itself down the length of my shaft, and began thirstily sucking me off! I continued with my shuddering gasps as he gritted his teeth and hissed with his eyes pinched shut, shushing me as he did, so as to… what? Not alert the pigs making calls and typing up reports? I felt like I was going zero to ten in seconds, on the very verge of busting!
Then as I was gonna bust, the wildest sensation imaginable hit me. It felt like thick, oozing, orgasmic energy like mound after mound of warm, lubricated meat was being sucked directly out of my shaft. I looked down at the throbbing tent in my sweats to get an eye of what was happening, but I would only see my mushroom head flaring over and over again, catching an eye of Yellow’s doing the same through the fabric of his pants.
As the energy shot out of my shaft towards him, I could feel what could only be described as levitating. It felt like my body was becoming lighter and lighter and lighter, with pulse after orgasmic pulse. I rolled my eyes back with lustful, dumb laughter, feeling like I could float away. With each pulse, I could feel my clothes breathing gusts of air out around my neck, arms, waist, and feet as they settled loosely on my smaller frame. As I felt my height shrink considerably, I looked down with a dumb giggle as I watched my cock throb, then thin, throb, then shorten, throb, throb, throb, then—
I pinched my eyes shut and yelped involuntarily as finally came. And came. Shit, and came some more! I swear to god I’d never had an orgasm last as long as it did. Plus, judging by the warm soupy feeling in my boxer briefs, I shot more than I think I ever had!
Then—and at this point I knew I had to be going insane—because then? Yellow was… changing.
He kept his breaths heavy but his volume low as I watched his entire body pulse, and pulse. With each consecutive pulse, his stature stretched taller, his frame stretch wider, and—
“Hhuurrrrrnnnnngg…” he arched his back with a gurgling, euphoric growl, clearly also involuntary, since he’d been such a nag about our volume, as he continued to pulse like a giant heart, only this time his muscles appeared to be joining in on the action. They swelled thicker and broader under his increasingly tightening clothes, the ones that were seconds ago basically hanging on him like a tent, making them audibly stretch and become deliciously tighter. I heard the leather of his boots creak and I watched as they appeared to inflate from within as his thighs and claves rounded with size. He gurgled again as his torso, chest, and abs widened and grew and his throat thickened, making each button down his henley pop, pop… pop pop pop down to reveal his chiseled cleavage.
He seemed to hurry now, his breath quickening, as he rushed his bound hands down to his buckle. As he did, his job was made more difficult by his expanding, bulging arms, each snaking with angry chords of veiny muscle, as he frantically undid his belt. He threw his too-tight zipper down, quickly dug in, and liberated his throbbing boyfriend cock. Ah, so he clearly knew what was coming—the sexy fucker could’ve at least warned me.
“MMMPFF, MMPF, MMMNuuhh…” he lightly moaned behind tight lips as I watched his dick bloom outwards and upwards, encouraged by his bucking hips, lifting higher and thicker into the air like a flower searching for sun, until he—! He gasped in a quick breath as he leaned over, making his bench groan under his new weight, as he erupted thick squirting volleys of cum onto the floor adjacent to us.
Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat… Splat. I watched each load shoot out of him in disbelief. Both obviously at the quantity and also what had just been shared—or exchanged—between us in… Well shit, now that the haze from my orgasm was clearing, it couldn’t have been more than 10 seconds since those last words left my lips to now! Now we were both left in a panting fog, the room saturated with our stink, as he finally started to tuck away his fresh donkey dick.
He glanced over at the splatters on the floor he’d made, “Sorry about that,” he muttered, struggling to zip up his pants. “Didn’t want to… y’know, soak my shorts.” He nodded at my sweats—not overtly soaked themselves but threatening to start showing signs, if my overflowing briefs were any indication—and laughed a bit, wincing as he slowly forced his zipper up, doubtlessly strangling his now-sizable package.
I huffed out a laugh along with him, “What—..” I swallowed dryly, hearing the cracks in my voice. “What did you d—?”
“No time, we gotta bounce,” he grinned with a rich, cocky baritone.
He stood up. And up, and up, towering over his former stature. Yellow’s face pinched with effort as I watched his arms flex angrily.
“RRRNNnngg,” Yellow grunted with an animalistic huff. I swear I could hear his guns tightening like rope! With a sharp “NTCCHuuuh…” and an accompanying defeated *SNIP!* the industrial strength zip tie broke like it was made of cheap plastic. He looked down at where it’d landed and glanced back up at me with another cocky grin.
“Well shit,” I remarked with a chuckle, panting out the last of my exhaustion from my sudden transformation. He popped his firm pecs with that cocky grin as he kneeled towards me.
He sniffed as he leaned in, “Woof! You really made a mess didn’t you?” He grinned up at me, slipping a finger then two under my zip ties. I must’ve blushed a little at the comment, because he chuckled back up at me, “No sweat Red,” He tilted his head back to the creamy puddle on the floor. We both huffed a laugh.
My “cuffs” had loosened from the transformation quite a bit. Still not enough to slip out of, but enough for him to slip two of his thick fingers through. He grunted again and pulled until mine snapped too. He tossed mine to the floor with his and held out a hand to help me up from the bench. I accepted and he lifted me up, making me bounce on me feet a little once
I felt… Hell, I looked pretty sick actually! Had a little bit of the look I remember when I was going straight into undergrad! Minus the nubbier but wickedly more sensitive hog I was now sporting. Used to get laid constantly back then, at least way more than now. But now with gig jobs, keeping a steady gym schedule, taking care of my siblings for my deadbeat folks… Who’s got the time? But… fuck! Yellow had really worked his magic… on both of us!
“You just gonna stare?” He snapped me out of it, “Or should we get out of here?”
“Y-you lead, I guess,” holding up my sweats and briefs (being sure to clutch the briefs tightly so none of my spunk dribbled out, couldn’t handle more embarrassment) the with one hand.
He approached the door to our holding room, grateful that it was some cheap office door with a shitty lock, and quickly but forcefully pushed outwards with his boulder-like shoulders. He and I both huffed out a satisfied laugh as it gave with little of his effort, uttering only a small *crack* as the lock gave up its measly effort inside and swung open.
We hurried it to the end of the long corridor of other holding rooms until it T-intersected with another hallway, and we looked both ways. On one end of the connecting hallway, we could hear the click-clacking of keyboards, the cacophony of calls coming through too-old landlines, and the hubbub of the chatter coming from the station’s staff. On the other end, a fire exit door, with the trademark red illuminated EXIT sign over it with the machinery connected to the door that would set off the alarm once the door was opened.
He leaned in to whisper to me, “We’re gonna have to split up once that alarm goes off. You know Francisco’s?”
“The diner?” I replied back. Good old Francisco’s Diner, always there late at night when you need a ton of carbs after a night of binging. “Waaay too well, yeah I know it.”
“Let’s meet up there. 7 o’clock? Gives you about an hour to get more, uh, decent?” He chuckled back at me.
“Fuck you,” I laughed back, “Ain’t my fault I need to clean up.”
“HEY! What the hell you think you’re doing?!”
We both looked down the other end of the hall, where some fatass pig was moving towards us. Both of our hearts jumped.
“Remember, 7 o’clock, Francisco’s!” Yellow grabbed onto me and shoved me in the direction of the door. I stumbled forwards, making my way to the fire exit, looking back behind me to see Yellow give the pig a linebacker’s shove, forcing him to the floor and knocking the wind out of him, then turning to sprint the way I was going.
I pushed out of the fire exit door, momentarily blinded by the afternoon light and deafened by the accompanying ring of the alarm and bolting to the right, out of the parking lot. I only looked back once to see Yellow sprinting out of the building too, laughing out loud as he ran away from the three cops uselessly chasing after him, tripping over themselves. Thankfully with all of their attention on him, the last thing I saw before I turned the corner was him effortlessly hopping the stone fence on the other side of the parking lot.
I continued running—gliding honestly, the lighter size feeling totally abnormal but thrilling—block after block after block, until I made it to the courtyard of my building. What spunk hadn’t dried against my crotch had spilled out of my briefs and down the leg of my sweats creating a sticky, cool sensation. I checked the time on the ornate courtyard clock. 5:45. Still plenty of time to get cleaned up!
Cleaned up, plus a little exploration. Damn, I felt the same way looked: svelte and sexy as hell. My nubby cock was already greedily throbbing before I unlocked my apartment door.
———
The bell hanging above the door of Francisco’s Diner jingled as I walked in (a fashionable 20 minutes late—what the hell, I got, uhh, distracted). Of the things that would’ve fit me in my closet, I settled on a skate brand tank top I hadn’t worn since college and a pair of gym shorts, drawstring tied extra tight. All of it still hung off me, I must’ve looked emaciated.
“Ay, Red!” Yellow waved over at me from one of the booths along the window. He sported an undershirt and vest along with his own pair of gym shorts, except all of his looked way too tight, compared to my way too loose apparel. What a pair we made!
I slid into the booth, grinning and sighing, “Sorry I’m late, I—”
“Had to give it all a test run, huh?” He chuckled into his coffee mug. I shrugged with a grin. “Don’t sweat it! Meee too, man, me too. I only got here like 5 minutes ago.”
“That was crazy how you got us out of there, man. Any trouble?”
“None! Actually, once I was over the fence around the parking lot, they’d basically given up. You?”
“Not at all. Thankfully all of their attention was on you!”
“Not surprised! Can you imagine what a prize it would be for them if they caught all this? I’m lookin’ like fuckin Superman now.”
He punctuated his cocky brag with a tight flex of his guns, bursting with both his and my combined strength.
“Gotta say,” I shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee he’d ordered me. “Looks fucking good on you, dude.”
“Hey, yeah?” He raised an eyebrow with a grin, bouncing his pecs at me. “You’re looking pretty good yourself there, Red.”
We sat for a few moments sipping our mugs, the obvious horny mist between us simmering and the unspoken recognition of each of our hard-ons adding to our admiration of one another’s bodies. I had to admit, Yellow had one me over. Whether it was because of his charm, his solidarity, his magic, or his bod, the short time we’d come to know each other had caused some kind of spark to ignite.
At the moment I was going to quietly ask that we go somewhere more private, he piped up, stretching and arms and back behind him against the booth.
“Well, a promise is a promise. You ready to get your size back?”
I smiled, “That would be great... Wait, here??” I remembered the mess we made at the station. Surely a mom and pop diner like Francisco’s wouldn’t appreciate a display like that in their establishment.
“I think the bathroom might be a better option. After you,” he gestured his arm out of the booth.
I sauntered over to the bathroom located behind the counter of Francisco’s open kitchen, looking back to see if Yellow was following. He’d left a $10 on the table for our coffees plus a generous tip for the staff and was already close behind me. I opened the door to the single use bathroom, while he held the door, slapping my ass inside as we both chuckled.
I heard him click the lock of the door as I turned around, “So how are we gonna d—”
Yellow had me pinned against the sink before I could finish my question, his hard body pressed against me as his lips and tongue danced against mine, pausing only to shuck his vest off with his undershirt, as I lost my tank top. We grinded our bodies together, feeling our hard tools poking into each other’s hips as we made quick work of liberating them from our shorts. Once we were both completely of our clothes, we resumed our intense make out, each of our hands ravenously feeling up the others, gripping firm mounds of muscle here, sliding fingers down cascading backs there…
“I should thank you properly for helping us both out,” Yellow panted.
He forced me down onto the toilet seat by my shoulders, then slid his hands down my torso, then gingerly tugged at my raging nubby boner. I could see that his was a throbbing, eager railroad spike as he knelt down in front of me and leaned in to swirl his tongue around my mushroom head.
“Fucking hell, Yellow, where you been all my life?” I panted with an exhilarated gasp, running my hands through his stiff dirty blonde hair, feeling his head bob up and down on me.
He released me with a sucking *pop* and grinned up at me, “I’m Doug, by the way. Douglas, but call me Doug.” He continued his greedy assault on my cock while I gasped a few more orgasmic breaths.
“C-Curtis. I’m Curtis,” we both laughed, having only just exchanged names while his mouth was around my dick. His deep laughter reverberated splendidly inside of his mouth against my leaking glans, stuffing his mouth with my pre, without a doubt.
Releasing me once more, he looked up at me. “Hey?”
“Yeah what’s up?”
“You can have your 50 pounds back, Curtis,” he grinned then quickly buried his face back into my crotch.
It happened just as quickly and just as intensely as it did the first time. I felt the same electrifying jolt of energy shoot through me, making me groan and arch my back as I felt waves of pleasure crash into me. Now fully nude, I could see the transformation affect both of us with delicious clarity. I watched my perspective grow taller and taller, seeing and feeling my legs, arms, and torso stretch back to their normal size. “Fuuuuck yeeeeaaah,” I couldn’t help but moan as I watched my arms, legs, thighs, pecs, feet, hands, abs, fucking everywhere, throb and swell with dull, increasing pressure, flexing everything as my size returned to me. Then, feeling my balls pulse and sag, I dropped my hands to his head, gripping fistfuls of his hair, as I animalistically bucked into his mouth, feeling my meat throb, lengthen, throb, thicken, throb, lengthen, throb, thicken, deeper and deeper and deeper into Doug’s throat. He gripped my rounded, swelling ass as I gripped his head, finally feeling the dam burst as I flooded his guts with another massive serving of my seed, only causing him to gag just a few times, but still swallowing it all like a champ.
Both of us gasping with exhaustion, he stood up, his cock appearing to do some king of hiccuping motion as it shrank back. He was still shrinking in intermittent spurts, his arms deflating back to their respectable size, his pecs receding back to their typically sized mounds, his arms and legs dwindling back to their normality as he shook them out. His stature had diminished back to his short king height, and I could tell my the quickening of his cock’s hiccuping motions that the last part was coming. I reached out with both hands to tug his shrinking tool and massage his balls, hearing him whine/moan as his hips bucked with my motions. Very soon after, he erupted several copious volleys at me, splattering against my arms, my pecs, and my upper chest.
He collapsed onto me with exhaustion, his thick thighs and massive ass resting on top of my thighs, both of us panting in the orgasmic fog we’d created as he leaned his smaller self against my larger. His seed squished between our heaving, panting chests as he and I wrapped arms around each other to make out again.
Doug was unlike anyone I’d ever been with… Shit, by a long shot. And it’s crazy how much, though unspoken, he and I were both into this whole size play thing. Hell, I could spend way more time yo-yo’ing with him, seeing how big we could really make him. Creating a gym schedule with him so we could both add more mass to ourselves and go even crazier with this gift of his. Tricking assholes to loan him some of their size so he could turnaround and dump it all into me.
As we made out more in the bathroom of Francisco’s Diner, the whole room reeking of our sex and humid with our effort, I knew that our unlikely but fortuitous relationship was only just beginning.
got massive crush on my nerdy roommate and would love to see him get massive. I heard that swapping clothes with other people can transfer size/muscle/attribute from the owner of the clothes into the user. So I'm secretly collecting clothes from super attractive guy from campus like crazy to only gave it to him tand I think he like them. Of course he didn't know because reality would rewrite everything
Well, you’ve basically done half the job for me already! You’ve got all the ingredients, now we just need to mix them in to make the magic happen.
Yup! That’s a nerd if I’ve ever seen one. But it won’t be like that for long, because firstly he’s gonna be affected by the band shirt he’s wearing, the one you stole from that hot alt guy. Somewhere on the campus, that poor guy is getting the downgrade of his life, but your little roommate… His face becomes a hundred times more handsome, as the nerdy look is replaced by the face of a real adonis. As an unintended consequence, his hair also grew a fair bit, but it complements his new rock n roll appearance, so i don’t think you’ll mind.
Next, the pants you carefully borrowed from the locker of that jerk at the gym who loves to flaunt his big muscles. You see your roomie’s body tighten as his musculature evolves, turning his once skinny frame into the body of a real man, a man capable of lifting heavy shit and beating people up, you can even suggest he beat the guy who his newfound muscle once belonged to, now a twerp with no power to back it up. Isn’t that hot?
And… you know what they say, the underwear makes the man, and the underwear you gave him was from a particular serial pump n’dumper, one who made the grave mistake of doing that to a friend of yours and leaving his underwear there. Now, he’s gonna forget all his sexual prowess’s and live the life of a small dicked loser, because his huge cock and all it’s stamina is gonna belong to your buddy over here, who’s not gonna be scared to use it on ya.
And that’s pretty much it. See how three pieces of underwear and some spells can change someone’s life? Enjoy your new boyfriend, my guy, and if you want any other changes, just steal some poor idiot’s clothes again, and see the magic happen!
Hey, im a 19 year old, chubby latino guy. Ive always fantasised about how it feels to be older, maybe reaching my 40s. Ive always fantasised about becoming and older guy overnight, and im working on becoming the best version of myself in the far future. I ordered a special protein shake in the mail, and its supposed to help me "achieve my goals", hopefuly it does
Apparently when that protein shake said it would help you "Achieve Your Goals Overnight" it was being very, very literal. In a night, you've skipped over twenty years of grueling work, and become the man you always wanted to be. You're a muscular, distinguished latino DILF whose got a successful career, a loving husband, and a few very cute kids who look at you like you're a superhero. It's still 2026, but now you have vague memories of being a teenager in the late nineties. It's a strange feeling, having this sensation that you've skipped all the hard work and toil and made your way to the good part, but also having memories of the hard work you had to put in, of the time you spent at the gym, dates with your husband, adopting your eldest son. It may take some time to get used to your new self… but you wouldn't trade this life for the world. And going forward, you're going to make sure you don't miss another second of it.
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Hey I found this weird baseball cap while I was on the commons at college as I was on my way to the library to study for my finals. As a 22 year old geeky guy I know this has to belong to one of those jocks but how would I look with this on? Maybe I should wear it backwards
… I have to ask, whats with people putting on strange, random pieces of clothing they found? This keeps happening, and I don't get it. Aren't you guys worried about, like, germs and stuff? I don't get why this keeps happening… and I really don't get why it keeps working! I mean, look at you! Transformed into a totaly frat boy stud! Fucking hell should I start wearing random clothes I find hanging around? Seems like the most efficient way to become a sexy jock these days
… wait, you have an extra? Well… I guess I could try it on…
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When I was on vacation there was a band that played pretty much every night and these guys were all gorgeous. Is there a way to turn me into a hot hunky rock star like them?
Turns out the band you hand spend all vacations not so secretly lusting after was looking for a new guitar player! You knew you didn't have much of a shot, since you don't know anything about music, but you just felt like you had to try. You got up on stage, started playing… and the music just flowed from you naturally as you went through an incredible transformation. Now, you're part of the band, which also turned out to be a very sexy polycule. have fun with your 3 hunky rockstar boyfriends!
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I'm a 21-year-old guy, slim, with dark hair. I recently started lifting weights… but every time my uncle sees me he says I'm not getting any better and that I'll never look like a real man like him… even though to be honest, he has the body of a hairy bear but not the muscular one I aspire to. Can you do something to stop my uncle from bothering me anymore, please?
It turns out your uncle has been up to some shady stuff. Specifically, he's been stealing your muscles, and not just the ones you've been getting recently. You're actually a fairly naturally athletic guy, but your Uncle had been draining your muscles since you hit puberty. The only reason he's a bear and not a bodybuilder is because he takes terrible care of his body. Now, the ward I send you should stop him from stealing any more of your hard earned muscle, but if you want to get what you've lost back, you'll have to use the other thing I sent you, the potion. Just drink the potion right before you touch him, and you'll be able to get back what he's stolen… sort of. See, because he's treated his body so badly, you'll end up with some of the effects, meaning you'll become a beefy bear like he is instead of a muscular jock. Luckily you should be able to work off that extra weight if you keep exercising like you have been. I hope you can get the body you want one day, and you enjoy watching your uncle go from burly to weakling
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With the world cup going on, everyone's wearing their soccer shirt. Someone forgot theirs in the locker room. Seems to be brazilian, but not from any team I know… maybe a college one?
You put on the mysterious shirt you found (Seriously what is it with people wearing found clothes?) but it didn't stay on your body for long. A Brazilian stud like you can't keep the goods hidden for too long after all! Now you're shirtless, sauntering your way through campus, heading to a party to get drunk, show off, and watch the football game with your manos from the team. have fun!
