Oohh—Uuoohh—Huuhh… Hoooo, WOW. Hoomygod, fuck what a mmesssss… Jesus Christ, man, I can’t believe it took all that to tap me out. But fuck get a look at us!
Look at these… guns as big as my head… And these.. mmff, these titsssss, yeeeow! Damn I gotta be 280 at least, and… god, I’m gonna choke some motherfuckers with this thing. Hah! Almost hurts to swing around.
Alright dude, I’ll let you go your own way, but first we’re gonna have a weekend together that’ll change your fuckin’ life. Hell, you might come crawling back to have me to slip you on like a condom on the regular… All my other clients do.
/ happy pride! Got some requests for a twink tf so here ya go I also think this is my first ever 2 part story, I usually never do that! However the story got incredibly long and so I wanted to give you guys this one slowly ;)
/Straight to gay, the tf doesn't finish until part 2
/tw: use of f slur, misogyny
James hated being a personal trainer. He thought that he would get to hit on all the ladies but they barely came to him. Unbeknownst to him his reputation of being an asshole has dissuaded the general public to his services, the only ones that were willing were gay guys that had a thing for being talked down to. Constantly he would complain about the sissies coming in, but he tried to remain cordial. Although how well he was able to hide his animosity was another story. He admitted that he did feel a bit of a rush whenever a fag would be checking him out, not because he was gay or anything– but because he felt powerful. Like he had these gay men in the palm of his hand. He just wished that some bitches would come get trained by him too.
Recently this guy, Luke, has been coming in to see James, and he was forward- a bit too forward for his liking. It had been a few months and the twink wouldn't stop hitting on him, but he couldn't lose another client. His boss had threatened to fire him if he kept losing clients– so he was stuck. James thinks that Luke knows this and is using it to his advantage.
"God you're so gloomy today Jamesy" Luke said after their first set. James hated when Luke called him that.
"Dont worry about it boy, keep doing your sets"
Luke scoffed, "if you weren't so hot I'd quit on spot ya'know. You treat me like a kid but I'm older than you”
James went quiet. He was so tired of Luke but his boss was watching him like a hawk. Trying to not look at Luke’s face he averted his gaze, looking down at Luke James realized something he’s never seen before– how nice Luke’s legs were. He had seen the twink’s legs plenty of times, it was literally his job to watch his form. Maybe the workouts were finally working out, however for some reason he couldn’t stop staring.
*snap*
“A little distracted are we?” Luke whispered, “Seems like ol’ James might have a little fruit in the tank after all.”
“What the hell are you talking about, get back to it.”
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Over the next week James couldn't really explain what was happening to him. No girl was grabbing his attention and usually he would be able to at least settle with some chick for the night. At least he had his bro Tristan to keep him company at the bars.
“Bro I just don't get it, none of these bitches are doin’ it for me lately. I just need to fuuuckkk, a man can only goon so much.”
“C'mon big guy chill out, I'm sure you'll find someone tonight” Tristan reassured him. Little to James’ knowledge Tristan was bi and had been trying to get with him since they became friends.
Listening to Tristan he thought about what a good friend he’s been over the years, he felt like he was unfair to him at times– but even then he still stuck by him. He was so loyal, kind, charming, kinda cute, sexy–
Shit.
With Tristan's hand on his shoulder he felt something stir in his pants. He looked down embarrassed. Tristan only took a second to think before immediately taking initiative.
“Do you want me to help you with that?... big guy” Tristan's grip tightened. Immediately James got harder.
Tristan struggled to fully wrap his arm around the shoulders of the taller man, opting to grab James by his waist, “let’s get out of here.” James nodded, bright red.
What the fuck is going on with me, Why can’t I stop?
“Luckily I’m right down the road or we would’ve had to fuck in the bathroom stall” Tristan snickered.
“Shh- not so loud!”
“Please, like everyone didn't see your giant ass dick sticking straight out”
James felt like a complete prisoner in his body. It wanted what it wanted, and right now what it wanted was to fuck his best friend.
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As soon as the door closed James pushed Tristan onto the couch. He had been hungry like never before, ripping off Tristan’s tight black tank top like he was a gift on christmas eve. His tongue explored Tristan’s body, trailing down from his neck as he grazed his sweaty pecs and abs. Unbuckling his pants, sniffing the musk coming from Tristan’s crotch.
He was in heaven.
A look of confusion came across James’ face as he looked down at his cock, sure it was sizable but he swore that it looked a little smaller. It didn’t matter right now, he just need to fuck Tristan. Getting on top James slid his cock in between Tristan’s muscular ass cheeks.
“Fuck stop teasing me” Tristan whimpered out.
“You wanna talk about teasing?” James bit back as he reached around Tristan, rubbing his nipples. As he did so he slid into him slowly.
“F-fuck you’re so big…”
“I know, slut”
He started slow, he had never given anal– or received it for that matter. He was scared to hurt Tristan, an instinct he never felt when he was with a girl. He picked up the pace as the heavy sticky sound of his balls slapping Tristan’s ass reverberated through the apartment. Truthfully, it did not take long for James to cum, it was nothing like he had ever experienced, cumming inside his best friend. He soon realized that Tristan had not cum yet as he flipped him around, Tristan’s thick cock pulsating against his abs– leaking pre.
He had never given a blowjob before but seeing Tristan absolutely out of breath so compromised sparked something in him. He spread Tristan’s thick muscular thighs apart as he wrapped his lips around Tristan’s head. He played with him a little as he licked the slit up and down, slowly edging the thick cock further down his throat.
“Oh fuck.. Look up at me baby...” Tristan whimpered, his voice hitching like James had never heard before.
With his pleading eyes Tristan swore that James looked, cuter? His eyes were bigger, his eyelashes longer. Even his hair seemed more like a dirty blonde than brown, a little more grown out then he usually had it. James fully took Tristan’s cock in his mouth as he bopped up and down, his hands– a little smaller– wrapped around Tristan’s waist.
Tristan finally came, James tried to unlatch before– but he was too late. Tristan’s salty seed coming out in ribbons both inside James’ mouth and all over his face.
“Wow, you look adorable. You’re a natural Jamesy.” Tristan huffed out, ruffling James’ slightly lighter hair.
James got up and cuddled up with Tristan, James taking little spoon– craving the protection of a bigger man. Lusting to be dominated, protected.
—
As the morning came, sunlight shone through the blinds in streaks. As soon as James opened his eyes he found Tristan sitting in an armchair across from him, a cup of coffee in his hand and on the table.
“Goodmorning, how do you feel?”
He was conflicted, but he felt good. James nodded his head.
“You should probably get cleaned up, you still have a bit of me in your hair.”
James blushed again, never has he felt so small– especially with Tristan. James stumbled into the bathroom rubbing his eyes. He didn’t entirely remember last night but that was okay, he just remembered feeling good. Splashing water in his face he felt rejuvenated, his eyes focusing on the mirror as he shrieked– his voice higher pitched.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” His voice was not only higher pitched, but flamboyant. The bro-y tone completely gone.
He looked like him, but there were several things wrong. The first thing he noticed was his hair, although the brown was still there in the roots, it looked like his hair had been bleached overnight. His face was softer, not as square. His body was still muscular, although there was definately less mass now.
Tristan rushed in, “WHAT’S GOING ON”
“I look so..” he couldn’t say it, his mouth wouldn’t budge.
“What’s wrong?”
In the mirror behind him Tristan was now taller, not by much but definitely enough to be noticeable considering he used to be taller than him. James broke down crying, falling onto the floor.
“Hey… it’s okay.” Tristan was confused, not knowing why James was being so emotional. He tried to console him, wrapping his muscular arms around James’ now smaller frame.
—
Across the apartment in James’ pants next to the sofa, a light buzz went unnoticed by the both of them.
1 new message + image attachment from; “Client, Luke”
“Heyyy missin u, excited for our sesh today. c u later cutie <3”
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
A few minutes ago, I was a lost sea soul until I saw this body in the water. I noticed how it was struggling to swim in the currents and took advantage when it fainted. I slipped in and evicted his soul!
I woke up feeling strong as I managed to combat the current and swam to shore. I couldn't believe how strong I felt now, from training and playing rugby. Not a bad choice being hot and single.
