I felt the change the second I slipped my big bro's sports cup over my cock. It was like magic, bro! I suddenly had the body of a jock god, totally unrecognizable from the scrawny weakling I once was. I was suddenly in full uniform too! It was awesome, bro! I instantly got why my big bro had that dumb expression all the time. My mind got mad stupid, like it melted down into my newly fat nuts, bro! All I could think about was lifting and fucking. My donger totally doubled in size, too; the cup could hardly contain me! I needed release, and beating off wasn't gonna cut it. I needed pussy! The cup like exterminated my gayness, bro. No desire for cock at all! As if I cared, though. Being straight is way better! Now I can get a hot cheerleader girlfriend and fuck her till she's pregnant! Fuck yeah, bro! Coach will love that! I'm gonna make coach so fucking proud, bro!
For a while, Jamie getting the chronivac was the most fun we ever had. We went from two bullied idiots to kings of the school. Look at him, he looked like he had taken insane amounts of roids, but that was just what he naturally looked like now. All the guys in the school we’re just thirsting for a lick of his alpha dick, something he had carefully made sure of. Not me though, I got lucky haha!
I, obviously, also got my upgrades. I always did have a bit of swagger hidden behind my previous nerdy identity, so I had no trouble picking up girls with my huge new body. The App had just let the butterfly out of the chrysalis.
Anyone who was annoying us? Turned into some sort of sex doll that wanted to have sex with us and our huge tanned bodies.
Mr Morrison, for example, was bothering us the other day on his class because we weren’t paying attention to the bronze age collapse or some shit. Jamie just pulled his phone, made some alterations and boom, this was Ryan Morrison now. Not a history teacher, but an anatomy one that lectured shirtless, in order to better help illustrate the body’s anatomy, of course. He also gave private lessons to his favorite student, Jamie, where he explored his anatomy further. Damn, I should have him do some shit like this to Mrs Gomez too…
It was all rainbows and sunshine for a while, but one day I think he got bored. We had already transformed and fucked half the school, and while I was content just living life like this, he wasn’t. I think some people are just never satisfied.
“Yo, Jamie, what you doing there? Any transformation ideas? I was thinking maybe we could genderswap some peop-“ I exclaimed, before getting quickly cut off
“Actually, Lex, I think I have a better idea. I think you’re going to be my next target.” He said, smirking coldly at me
“W-what? Dude, don’t play around like that! We’re in this together, right? I responded, trying to cover up the nervousness in my voice.
“No, actually. I’m the one with the app, I just happened to share my joy with you for a while. Now I think I’m gonna have some fun with you.” He said, pressing the enter button before I could react.
When I woke up, I couldn’t believe what he had done to me. I looked masculine, sure, but so fucking gay. I had shrunk down a whole foot, making my muscles insanely compact. I looked like some buffed up dwarf, hairy as fuck too. My cock was now tiny, probably the same reason why my butt looked like some kardashian’s. It ached, ached for Jamie. That fucking faggot, I can’t believe he did this to me. I’m so fucking horny. I need him. I sent him a photo, showing his work.
“Fuck you, now I need your dick inside my ass you asshat. If you made me a faggot, the least you can do is come and plow me with your cock.”
I quickly got an answer
“hahaha, i’m right outside babygirl, just come on out and i’ll help you out”
I opened the door, my brain too clouded with hormones to think about what the fuck I was about to do. I just know I need it.
Arthur was a huge nerd and also a gay liberal. This was a slight problem, as he was roomed with a dumb maga jock named Brad. Every time they interacted, he always had to spit out slurs at him. One day though Brad said that their friendship shouldn’t be a problem soon enough. Later, he gave Arthur a cup of water, which Arthur found a little odd. When he drank it he realized he swallowed a pill. He screamed at his roommate asking him what it was. All Brad was saying was, “This red pill will stop our problems dude” with a huge grin on his face. Then Arthur collapsed and became unconscious.
Later, Brad couldn’t help but take a picture of his straight maga jock brother, Dom, in the locker room.
Can you transform me into a muscular, hairy, dominant man, where I'm being changed without my consent and without realizing it at first?
When you got the notification that a package had arrived at your door, you were confused by the sleek black box sitting right outside your place. You didn’t remember ordering anything, and unlike most cardboard deliveries, this one had an expensive design. You carefully brought the strange package inside and opened it. Inside was a black-and-gold envelope resting atop a few expensive items. You knew it wasn’t something you would have ordered, but the address on the box was yours.
Picking up the envelope, you ripped open the flap and pulled out a black card with gold lettering. There was a scent to the note, almost as if it were lightly spritzed with some cologne or perfume. The note didn’t offer much explanation, either about what this box was for or why it was sent to you.
From Your Secret Admirer. A Self-Improvement Box.
On the back was a scribbled phone number, clearly handwritten by whoever sent the strange gift to you. You tried calling it a few times, but whoever was on the other end didn’t seem to bother picking up. Texting the number yielded no response either, and you were left stumped about what to do with the surprise gift sitting on your kitchen table. Before you could decide anything, you looked more closely at the items inside. There seemed to be a bottle of cologne, a dark liquid glimmering back at you inside the glass. There was also a sleek signet ring, although you weren’t exactly someone who really bothered dressing up or wearing jewelry. And finally, perhaps the most expensive of the three items: a smartwatch. It looked quite minimalistic in design, like one of those fitness watches you would see on a fitness influencer or athlete to track their physical progress. And while it was tempting, you still weren’t exactly convinced that this box was meant for you.
You sighed as you picked up the smartwatch, admiring its fancy design. The metal felt cool and smooth, and for a moment, you entertained the idea of having something like it. Even if you weren’t going to use the items from the strange gift box, it didn’t hurt to imagine what it would be like. Slipping the smartwatch over your wrist, you found yourself enjoying its weight. It might have been great in another life, but right now it didn’t fit your personal aesthetic.
As you moved to remove it, you were surprised to find the device properly latched to your wrist. You grunted as you tried to pull off the new piece of techwear, but it didn’t budge. The strap stayed tight; it wasn’t uncomfortable, but the watch wouldn’t move, no matter how hard you tried. Resigning yourself to the gift, you sighed and left it alone. Not wanting to deal with the weirdness, you closed the box and set it aside, hoping to forget about it. Whoever sent it clearly meant it for someone else, and it was best not to touch another item that wasn’t meant for you.
The rest of your day went by uneventfully. You had a few errands to run, but thankfully, you still had the whole weekend before work. As you went about your tasks, you couldn’t shake the strange feeling that you were more energized and invigorated. By the time you got home, you felt an extra bounce in your step, like you could run a mile or two. Glancing down at your new smartwatch, your eyes widened at the tracked steps. You certainly got a lot done today, and the light whiff of sweat from your pits told you as much. Once home, the change felt even harder to ignore.
Making your way to the shower, you found it a bit more difficult to pull off your clothes. Maybe it was the sweat making them stick to your skin, but you couldn’t help twisting and turning your shoulders as you tugged your shirt off. Leaving your clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor, you cast a quick glance at your naked body in the mirror. There were glimpses of definition there, and flexing your biceps showed off some nice peaks. You didn’t pay much attention to it, though, just posing as if it were natural. The last thought you had was that your gym workouts were really starting to show, even though you had forgotten it had been some time since you had even set foot in a gym.
It had been some of the most restful sleep you had ever had that night. The shower was soothing, and you practically dreamed of the slippery sensation of soap bubbles sliding down your back. When you blinked open your eyes, the first thing you noticed was that you seemed much lower than normal. Swinging your thick legs off the side, your large feet thumped along the floor. It seemed that your bed frame had broken again, but this was a common occurrence for you. You struggled to find something that could hold all of your muscular weight. For now, you would have to leave the indented mattress on the floor until you figured out something else. You sighed as you stood to your towering height, ducking your head under the doorframe out of habit. From there, you headed toward the bathroom.
Lumbering toward the bathroom, you raised your hands to scratch and rub at your meaty pecs. It was always a welcome sight to wake up and see such a delicious view each morning, with the valley between your pecs leading down to a chiseled set of abs. Of course, cutting and bulking routines were practically second nature at this point, as your physique was something you put your whole life and soul into. You positioned yourself in front of the mirror once more, your naked body on full display. Sleeping naked was really the only comfortable way for you to get good rest now. Clothes always felt restrictive, particularly when they did very little to conceal your hefty, sizeable bulge. A stray hand slid down to fondle your swaying cock as you admired your physique. It had become a bit of a morning routine, with your admiration for the hard work you put into your body.
A soft beep from your smartwatch reminded you of the brunch you were getting later with some friends. Grateful for such a convenient device, you rarely took the watch off. It felt like second nature to have it on you. As you washed up and prepared for the day, you reached over to grab some cologne to spray on. Your hands found an unfamiliar bottle, practically unopened, with the amount of black liquid still inside. Before you even had a chance to register what was happening, you applied a few quick spritzes to your chest and neck. The smell was rich, dark, and musky, like bergamot mixed with leather. Your eyes widened as your brain began to register the bottle in your hand. It came from that strange box you found yesterday, though you didn’t remember taking it out and setting it in your bathroom.
Your brows furrowed at the strange mystery, but the beeping alarm from your smartwatch quickly interrupted you. You didn’t have time to think about that now; you’d have to deal with it when you got back home. Hurrying out of the bathroom, you turned to the side to let your boulder-sized shoulders and wide back through without bumping the frame. Throwing together a quick, easy streetwear outfit, you took a moment to admire how the clothes clung to your skin. The shirt was almost a crop top, so small, and you could practically see the seams starting to rip. One simple bicep flex and it would burst into a flutter of tattered fabric. Ignoring your intrusive thoughts, you hurried out the door, leaving behind a deliciously thick scent.
Meeting up with your friends was always enjoyable, and you were glad that everyone had enough free time to grab a meal together and catch up. Today seemed a bit off, though, as more than one person kept complimenting the way you took care of your facial hair or how nice a tan you had. You weren’t really sure why they were so hung up about that. Your skin was a rich caramel tone, covered with a healthy dusting of coarse, dark hair. When you first met your friends, you had told them about your summers in Pakistan visiting family. The facial and body hair was an absolute must for you; there was no way you were ever shaving it off, especially when it was part of your manly, masculine appeal. While people kept pointing out the obvious, you noticed how one of your friends seemed particularly infatuated with your scent. He made small comments about how nice your watch looked or how the new cologne really suited you. His attention made the whole outing feel more charged.
He hadn’t been someone you had noticed before, really, but even you couldn’t deny the way his eyes lingered on the dark hair peeking out from under your shirt sleeve, leaving very little to the imagination with the growing sweat stain under your pits. The summer sun wasn’t exactly kind to your darker complexion as you all sat outside, and you could feel the top of your head grow warm under the rays. But a quick wipe on your forehead with the back of your hand, and you were back to catching up with your friends about what they had been up to. By then, the moment had settled into the afternoon.
Brunch ended rather uneventfully, with a few promises to meet up again soon. Your smaller friend seemed to linger back to give you a hug goodbye, and you couldn’t help but notice how his head seemed to slip up between your pecs comfortably, like a missing puzzle piece finding where it belonged. You offered him a strong, hearty squeeze, making sure to press his slim frame up against all your heat. The other man squeaked in surprise at the feeling of your flexed muscles pressed up against his backside, and he scurried away just as frantically as he appeared. Shaking your head in amusement, you scratched at your hairy chest as you made your way back home. It was finally time to just kick back and relax.
With nothing else planned for the day, you began peeling off the sweaty clothes and tossed them to the side for you to deal with later. Flopping down on the couch naked, you could still catch a whiff of the dark cologne you sprayed on this morning. Mixed in with your natural musk, the scent was actually quite overwhelming. The spiced scents flooded through your nostrils, and your eyes rolled back at the rather intense smell that rattled your brain. Dazed in the moment, your head lolled to the side to stare out at your coffee table.
There, perched upon the glass, was that simple black box. Before, you didn’t want a single thing to do with it. You hadn’t even had time to look into who it might actually belong to. But now, there seemed to be this strange pull that enticed you closer. It was like your body was moving on autopilot, with you, a passenger, watching a movie. As you pulled back the box lid, you saw the note with the phone number lying inside next to a signet ring. Pulling out both objects, you felt a sensation in your chest that made you focus more on the ring.
It was a simple, golden band with a nicely designed crest on top. It certainly looked expensive, which fit your style perfectly. Without much thought for anything else, you slipped it onto your pinky. The new piece of jewelry made things begin to click into place, like a fog of confusion lifting from your mind. In that moment, you knew that this was who you were meant to be. A beefed-up, hairy, hunk of a man that was in control of everything in his life. All the decisions, the guidance, the permission granting… it lingered in the back of your throat like a cough. Dominance never felt like a personality trait or a role you had to fill. It was just who you were as a person, and people loved you for it.
Twiddling the note between your fingers, you flipped the piece of paper over to read the hand-scribbled number on the back. In that moment, you remember why that number seemed so familiar to you. A small, knowing smirk formed on your lips as you grabbed your phone off the coffee table. It seemed there was a rather naughty, needy boy who needed to understand what his role was in your new dynamic. He would have to become reacquainted with the new you, given that he did so all on his own, without your permission. You turned on your phone camera, taking a picture of your naked body. Making sure to include your heavy set of balls, hairy chest, and half-chubbed cock, you texted over the photo to the person who sent over the box. It was ridiculous that he even thought you needed self-improvement. You were perfect the way you were, like a god who decided to walk amongst the mere mortals.
get over here, boy.
it seems you’ve done something without my permission again.
you’ll have to earn my forgiveness.
The reply came back fired back just as quickly, a simple “Yes, Sir,” giving you all the confirmation you needed. It made no difference. If he didn’t come, it was his loss. And if he did, you would show him the fruits of his labors. Until then, you reclined on the couch and made yourself comfortable. It was going to be a long and eventful rest of the day.
Michael had always been the star of the university gymnastics team, a 6'2" tower of lean muscle at 200 pounds, every inch honed from years of flips, vaults, and routines that demanded perfection. His body was a canvas of smooth, hairless skin, shaved meticulously from his broad shoulders to his powerful calves, because a gymnast's form thrived on clean, uninterrupted lines. Wavy dark hair, a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and size 11 feet toughened by countless landings on thin mats.
Graduation had been electric: the roar of the crowd as he crossed the stage, high-fives from teammates, and a quick, heated hookup in the shadows of the parking garage with his girlfriend, the captain of the cheerleaders. Her hands roamed his hairless back as he drove his 8-inch cock, thick and veined, unyielding girth, into her, leaving them both spent and grinning under the stadium lights as they started talking about their future and what their perfectly lined life would soon be.
As evening settled over the emptying campus, Michael shouldered open the door to the familiar dorm room, his cap and gown draped over a sweat-dampened white shirt that hugged his defined chest.
The space was a time capsule of their shared history: posters faded on the walls, a mini-fridge humming in the corner, and the faint scent of old takeout mingling with circuit boards. It had been four years since freshman orientation, when he'd first met Alex, back when they were just two guys navigating college chaos. Michael, the outgoing athlete drawing crowds at parties; Alex, the sharp-minded introvert who could fix any gadget or debug code in seconds. They'd bonded over late-night study sessions turned video game marathons, Alex helping Michael scrape by in classes while Michael dragged him to games for a taste of the social scene.
But college had a way of pulling people apart. Michael dove headfirst into team life, the parties, the hookups, his confidence swelling with every win. Alex retreated into his tech world, glasses perpetually slipping as he coded through the nights, his social circle shrinking to online forums and video games marathon listening to music until sunrise.
What started as friendly ribbing, Michael teasing Alex about skipping parties, slowly evolved into something sharper. Michael’s cockiness edged into casual jabs, Alex withdrawing further until their interactions were a tolerated routine: bully and bullied, with an undercurrent of old familiarity neither fully shook off. Both tolerating each other but deeply hating what the other has become.
Michael dropped his duffel with a thud, kicking the door shut behind him.
“Hey, man, you still glued to that screen?” he said, his voice carrying that easy baritone swagger, not quite hostile but laced with the self-assured grin of someone fresh off a high. He leaned against the desk. “Graduation was wild. Whole team's out there owning the night, beers, girls, the works. Figured you'd be packing up by now, heading to whatever genius gig you've lined up.”
Alex glanced up from his laptop, pushing his glasses higher on his nose. His frame was slight, 5'8" and 140 pounds, messy blonde hair framing thoughtful eyes, but there was a steadiness in his posture that hadn't been there before.
“Yeah, it's been a long day for you, huh? Congrats again. Sounds like you had the perfect send-off.” His tone was neutral, almost nostalgic, fingers pausing on the keys as he pointed out Michael’s opened fly.
Michael chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he quickly closed it up, his size 11 feet shifting in his sneakers.
“Thanks bro, appreciate it. Remember freshman year? We'd crash here after games, you fixing my busted phone while I ranted about coaches. Good times. Kinda miss that before everything got... complicated.” He paused, eyeing the room he spent so many nights in for one of the last times.
Alex's lips twitched, not quite a smile. “Listen Michael, once again, I’m not your bro. We've drifted, yeah, me into code, you into being a cocky douchebag who spends all his time making sure all the light is on you and fucking your bimbo of a girlfriend. But it's whatever... We could have been friend, we might have been at some point, but I don’t have to be scared of you anymore now.” He closed his laptop, the room falling quieter. “Speaking of, I've been working on something big and I should be able to refine it before selling it. Want to see what it does? It rewrites the world on a personal level, bodies, perceptions, memories. Pulled from public data, simulations. Tested it small-scale first.”
Michael raised an eyebrow, settling in between the beds.
“Okay fucker. I have been as nice as I could to you. You want to know why nobody likes you? You are a fucking bitch who spends his time playing mister knows it all and making sure everybody feels stupid next to you. I have tried to be your friend, really, because I wanted us to bond and create a true friendship that we could have talked about in years to come to our child and wives. But this is impossible.” Michael exploded in rage, letting go 4 years of accumulated rage and frustration on Alex. “And what is about this “app”? You stupid? You think something like that is real? Grow up, we are not in Startreak!! Oh, and by the way, nobody is dumb, we all saw you are gay by the way you look at my friends after the training and your stupid obsession with this singer you spend your time listening. What is his name already, Charley, Charlie? Whatever! I am done with you! Oh, and one last thing, make all of us a favor and rewrite your reality to be normal and maybe grow some muscles and a personality!”
Alex didn’t even flinch, he just stood there motionless, staring as Michael’s tantrum of rage with a shy smile on the corner of his lips. With a swift motion, he pulled out his phone. The screen glowed with a custom app, icons swirling like code unraveling.
Alex didn’t even talk, he just continued staring at Michael exploding in rage and not being able to stop the insults and anger as Alex just tapped on the screen. Suddenly Michael froze, he felt like a bucket of ice water was thrown on him, cascading all over his body.
“The fuck was that…” Michael said as the sensation finally left his body, leaving him almost out of breath and not able to think what he was just saying a minute ago.
Suddenly, Michael's vision splintered into pixels, a sharp jolt ripping through his core, muscles locking, bones humming with unnatural vibration. He gasped, clutching his stomach as waves of nausea hit, his body folding in on itself.
“What the Alex! what is this?” Pain bloomed in his limbs, compressing, reshaping; his broad frame shrank incrementally, shoulders narrowing, height dipping to 5'10". The gown dissolved in a shimmer, reforming as a floral yellow short sleeved opened shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts that hung looser now. His tailored shoes glitching at their turn before reshaping into dark brown leather shoes while white sport socks climbed up his legs to settle around his calves.
Michael could feel heat invading his body as his head started to turn, his vision blurring and then coming back together with each of his heartbeats. He could hear bones grinding and popping together while his muscles were making bubbling sounds before stretching the rest of his skin.
Michael straightened after a weirdly intense minute, disoriented, the room tilting slightly. His hands, once powerful, hairless grips, felt lighter, fingers elongating into graceful shapes, skin softening to a flawless sheen. No scars, no calluses.
Panic flickered as he touched his face: cheeks smoother, jaw gentling into a softer curve, lips fuller. In the mirror, wavy brown hair framed hazel eyes, a scare on his right eyebrow, the reflection staring back as a complete stranger stripped of Michael’s original bulk. His voice cracked out higher as he let out a painful moan in a higher voice then what he’s been used to hear for the last 22 years of his life.
“Alex… What have you done?!”
Alex watched calmly. “I have to say, for a test on a human subject, it worked exactly like I had planned, even better! You're looking good, Michael. Or should I say… Charlie?”
Michael's heart raced, fear and terror rushing through his veins as he felt he was about to throw up. As fast as he could he took a step on his left side to face his modified face and body in the full body mirror hanging on the wall. The once-mighty gymnast, now this slim pretty boy, voice lilting like a pop tune, body fragile and exposed.
“OMG!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!! THIS ISN’T REAL!! THIS CAN’T BE REAL!!” he screamed in fear and incomprehension as he touched his face with his sensitive fingers, dragging his fingers along his new face curves around his cheeks, his plump lips and his curly hair. “We were friends, man! This is messed up, change me back!” he continued still looking at himself in the mirror, tears of fear rising in his new hazel eyes.
“What is wrong Michael? I thought you like when things switched up. Plus, all of this non sense bullshit can’t be real right?” Alex tapped again, sliders adjusting on the screen.
Michael stood there, frozen watching his reflection and shaking from incomprehension and apprehension. He could feel the same icy feeling cascading his body and just like a trained rat, he understood what was about to happen in the coming seconds.
Itch bloomed under his arms first, dark curls sprouting in his pits, releasing a subtle, musky warmth. Then his legs prickled, fine hairs pushing through from thighs to ankles, darkening into a neat pelt that accentuated rather than overwhelmed his calves. Lower, his pubes thickened into curly, dense but groomed bush, framing his groin without wild overgrowth. His feet stretched next, bones aching as they grew to size 12, broader and longer, toes flexing in tearing socks. Finally, his cock, shrinking from 8 inches to a plug-shaped 6 inches flaccid, thicker at the head but slimmer at the base, nestled in the curls, nerves firing hypersensitively as he could feel it grinding against his now hairy thighs and the soft denim shorts.
Michael screamed at his reflection while the musk of his new body invaded his nostrils, yanking up his shirt to stare: hairy pits peeking, legs fuzzy yet maintained, pubes a curly thicket. He kicked off his shoes, oversized size 12 feet slapping the floor, soles arched and sensitive. Fumbling with his shorts, he exposed the new dick, plug-like, head bulbous and throbbing from the air, every brush sending electric jolts.
“This is not real. This is a nightmare. I’m gonna wake up. I must have fallen asleep and now I’m having a nightmare. That’s it. It can’t be…” Michael stopped talking as he felt a rush coming through his lower abdomen. He tilted his head down only to see his bulbous limp cock gushing out of his cock head a thick pearl of viscous precum falling slowly to the ground on his exposed feet.
Alex's eyes sparkled. “Perfect! I see that we can pile modifications and they add up to each other’s without visible glitches. Good to know. Let’s see what happens with this parameter now!”
Agony exploded in Michael's skull, thoughts fracturing as programming overlaid. He tried to resist, but his body smiled, Charlie's charismatic grin, and sauntered forward, size 12 feet padding softly. Inside, he screamed as Michael could hear a new voice directly in his brain telling how much he enjoyed his boyfriend and how it inspired him to write a song. He felt his body fold to grab back his shorts and put them back on before putting back his shoes on. Michael tried to resist but he couldn’t control his body anymore, trapped as passenger of his own modified body while the new tenant rose up with a dumb cocky grin plastered on his face.
“Wow, I have to say, I am stinking today!” Charlie said as he started to smell at his own musky sweaty pits. His tongue centimeters away from his savoring hair.
“No, stop!” Internal cries drowned as his own body rebelled against him. Alex moved closer, stripping the shirt to fondle the lean hairy chest, fingers tugging pit hair, then gripping the throbbing shaft through the shorts. Jerking slow, the sensitivity amplified every vein's drag, head pulsing like a live wire against the tissue. Michael felt it all, humiliation peaking as Alex grabbed the shorts and dropped them, freeing Charlie’s plug shape hard cock. Alex kissed him as he continued to jerk him off. Charlie fell for the kiss as Michael could feel his tongue fighting with Alex’s one and suddenly, Michael could feel hands on his pecs pushing him down his own bed. Exposing his hairy legs spreading opened, size 12 feet curling toes.
Michael was trapped forced to watch as Charlie stood there motionless on the bed watching at Alex in front of him. He could feel the sweat pouring out of his pores and cocooning around his body, drowning him into Charlie’s potent musk.
Charlie was grinning, hard and leaking precum in the forest of his pubes, legs spread on the bed.
“I hope you are read for me Michael. But first, what is it you said earlier? Oh yea, I should use the technology to alter myself and put on some muscles to look normal huh?” Alex finished as he grabbed his phone to tap on the screen.
“Wow, I have to say, it’s quiet a weird feeling, you were right on that point Michael” Alex said as his body goose bumped before settling back to normal. “Watch what happens now Michael!” Alex finished as his body started to grow and elongate, growing taller and more muscles. His clothes adapting around his body and looking like they were now painted on his skin. Veins popping left and right against his muscles and trapped between them and his tanning golden skin. His hair growing out and taking a wavy form before settling in mid long hair while his face grew more angular and defined.
In front of his pants, his bulge grew again and again, showcasing a thick and bulging dick trapped against his thighs and leaving nothing to imagination. All around his body, his body hair grew back in his skin as he now stood there hairless.
Without even looking at himself, Alex popped a grin on his face before flexing his new modified thick biceps in front of Charlie.
“Tell me, how do you like it babe?” he asked in a cocky nonchalant voice to Charlie, truly targeting Michael deep inside, now looking exactly like Michael’s original body.
Michael, trapped deep inside Charlie couldn’t believe his own eyes. He couldn’t control his face or his sight but he swears in this moment he would have cried and scream if he could. Instead, the only thing he felt were his lips parting as his tongue moved, air rushing out of his lungs to create in his new harmonious voice.
“You look so hot babe. You have no idea how lucky I am to be your boyfriend…”
“I can say the same thing to you Charlie.” Continued Alex as he got back up and slowly walked to Charlie still laying on Michael’s bed. Alex was enjoying every minute that was given to him. A smile slowly creeping up on his cheeks as Charlie opened his mouth again, forcing Michael to say something he would have never done on his own.
“Baby you are so hot… Your body is a work of art. Don’t hide it. You know how much I love your abs and pecs…”
“Oh you mean… That?” said Alex in a cocky voice as he started to rise his yellow shirt, freeing his popping abs and pecs as his manly hands groped on his sensitive hard nipples.
Charlie stood there, biting his lips while Michael was trapped with the taste of blood and disgust on his tongue. Not able to control himself anymore, Charlie jumped on the bed to grab Alex by the neck as he threw himself at him, forcing a French kiss on him. Alex’s eyes popped open in surprise before slowly closing back as his calloused hands grabbed Charlie’s neck to assert his dominance on the kiss. Charlie was moaning in Alex’s breath as Alex continued to kiss Charlie down his neck and his pecs, pushing him back on the bed as he raised back up to slowly get his shirt off followed by his shorts.
Once he was naked, he just looked at Charlie’s naked form on the bed before grinning cockily as he followed by saying in a vicious voice full of sex and envy:
“I knew you just wanted my Attention…”
Alex lubed up, his own 8-inch cock pressing into the tight ass, slow breach, walls stretching around the girth, prostate sparking pain-pleasure as Charlie continued to moan, lost in the pleasure of Alex’s cock while Michael screamed in pain, taking the girth he was so proud of and for the first time, wondering if Becky felt that every time, he fucked her. Charlie opened back his eyes as stars appeared in his vision, his sight locking on Alex sweaty head front and focused eyes. Their eyes locking as Alex forced another kiss on Charlie’s sweaty mouth before breaking it and grinning.
“You like that babe? You like my big dick thrusting in and out of you huh? I want you to sing for me!” Alex said as his path accelerated, forcing pleasure moans out of Charlie’s mouth while Michael was screaming in pain.
Thrusts built, balls slapping the curly taint, hand milking the plug-shaped dick to eruption.
Charlie’s ass started to contract on its own around Alex’s cock and Alex grabbed Charlie’s cock tighter in his big meaty palm as he smiled, not stopping the milking.
“Looks like you enjoyed it a bit too much baby!”
Charlie between moans and heavy breath continued as his body started to spasm because of the continued milking after orgasm
“What would a cele… BRA… tion be without a fi… REWORK! Congratu… LA… tions on your gra…duration ba… BE!” he finished as he saw Alex’s face started to contract and soon, he could feel him orgasming deep inside his bowels, rearranging his insides as he stood there for a couple of seconds, still absent mindly jerking Charlie’s limp cock with the residual sperm and sweat.
Pulling out, cum dripping from his used hole, Alex threw the clothes to Charlie as he eagerly put the shorts back on, still gasping and trying to find his breath back drenched in sweat on the new dirty bed as his left arm behind his head and closed his eyes to rest. Exhausted by the sex he just had with his boyfriend and already thinking about the next time he’ll be lucky to get fucked by his own gymnast. Alex grinned as he walked calmly to his desk to grab his phone.
Alex tapped his phone and suddenly Michael could move again, jumping from the bed as he realized in satisfaction and horror that he could move freely once again. As his feet touched the ground, he jumped in pain as he could feel Alex’s cum dripping out of his distended ass and he couldn’t do anything o stop it. He could still feel ants in his legs and feet while sweat continued to pour down his pits.
“Alex please, I’m begging you. Change me back. This was a torture; I had no self-control and it was awful. Please. I’m sorry I told you all those awful things. Let’s just forget it and move on with our lives, ok? Change me back and I won’t ever talk to anyone about any of that. Please I’m begging you. Becky is waiting for me and we plan on getting an apartment and a dog. I have an interview tomorrow for a job at my dream company. I’m begging you, Alex. Please. PLEASE...” Michael couldn’t stop begging Alex, on his knees on the ground as tears rushed out of his eyes just as much as cum rushed out of his ass.
Alex didn’t even turn back, still naked and sweating from the sex he just had. He then laughed softly as he grabbed his phone and unlocked the screen.
“Of course, Michael, in honor of our passed friendship, I can make sure you have the life you deserved.” One final tap.
“OMG Alex thank you so much, I swear I’ll be the best version of myself. Thank you so much, thank you!” Michael smiled as he felt the rush cascading his body, thinking he was about to be freed from this nightmare he’s just been through. Promising himself to never talk about that to anyone.
Michael could feel his body starting to itch crazy, he continued to thank Alex, still turning his back to him as he started to get back on his feet only to realize the ant itching sensation didn’t go away, instead it grew harder and harder.
“Alex, I think there is a problem, the sensation is different. I think something is off. OMG WHAT IS THAT?!” Michael screamed looking at his hands and seeing them slowly starting to glitch as he could see his finger turning into glowing pixels falling on the ground and getting slowly swallowed inside Alex’s direction.
“ALEX!!! WHAT IS WRONG?!” Michael continued to scream as Alex finally turned back to face him, his phone in his hand as Michael saw his pixelating body continuing to turn into pixels and falling off his body to get swallowed at light speed inside Alex’s phone.
“I said I’ll make sure you have the life you deserved, and I’ll enjoy every minute of it, Michael.” Alex said in a calm voice. At this instant, Michael realized Alex never had planned to turn him back. His life started to flash in front of his eyes, his family, his friends, the training, Becky and the life they had planned together. He couldn’t focus on one single thought as his body accelerated his pixelization and in a matter of second, Michael was completely gone and swallowed inside Alex’s phone.
On his screen, a pop up appeared with a notification.
“Process status: 100%”
Alex clicked on the green button and an uploading wheel appeared next to the YouTube logo.
Michael opened his eyes only to see himself in a vintage looking apartment. He tried to walk, to scream but it seemed like once again he had lost every ounce of freewill. In front of him, a big white title appeared in mirror. He tried to read it but it disappeared as fast as it appeared and soon, he felt his body starting to move on its own again, his mouth opened as he felt himself starting to sing, trapped forever inside Charlie singing one of his songs in one of his video clips.
In the dorms, Alex grabbed Michael’s box and backpack as he turned around one last time to face the now empty room, he unlocked his phone and put on a headphone as he hit play, music starting to pulse in his ears as a smile crept on his face. Charlie appeared on the screen as he started to sing one of Alex’s favorites songs: “Girlfriend”.
The world is his to conquer and he’ll have the life Michael had always dreamed about.
I hope you enjoy this brand new story, created in collaboration with @forthegaze123
We brainstormed some ideas together and found this one particularly interesting. You’ll also be able to find a video version of this concept on his page.
I’d like to thank him for creating the AI images I used, and I really hope you enjoy the story.
I have to say, I had a great time writing this one, especially since I have such a crush on Charlie haha.
As always, feel free to share your feedback, and don’t hesitate to send requests via inbox or DM if you’d like to talk about ideas. I don’t bite!
Also, next month is my 30th birthday, so I’m thinking about organizing some kind of event to celebrate. Let me know if you’d be interested :)
Have a great night, and I hope I grabbed your “Attention” with this new story ;)
"You actually found some!" Oliver exclaimed in astonishment when his best friend and fellow geek, Jake, proudly walked into his room holding two conversion bottles. "How did you manage to get your hands on those?"
"I have my ways," Jake replied smugly, flashing Oliver his infamously mischievous grin. "Now, let's down these bad boys!"
A thrill of excitement ran down Oliver's spine as he quickly jumped out of his computer chair and hurried over to Jake. Nervously biting his bottom lip, he took one of the bottles from Jake's hands. They removed the caps and took a curious whiff, only to be immediately repulsed by the strong odor.
"Damn, that's quite a stench!" Oliver exclaimed in shock, followed by a slight cough. "Are you sure these are the right ones?"
"Come on, dude. You think I'd mess up something this important?" Jake scoffed.
Oliver took a moment to gaze longingly at his newly opened bottle, his mouth watering. "So, these are going to transform us into jocks—big, muscular jocks—permanently? I've wanted this for so long."
Jake smiled. "Then let's not waste any more time, dude." They clinked their bottles together and chugged. Oliver felt the effects of the magical concoction kick in immediately. His shirt and sweatpants suddenly felt tighter. He glanced at the mirror, amazed to see his skinny body bulge and swell with ripped, muscular definition. A wave of pure joy washed over him as he finished his bottle, ecstatic that his nerdy life was finally behind him.
However, Oliver's excitement faded when he realized that Jake wasn't transforming. Instead, Jake stood there with a smug expression, crossing his arms and grinning maliciously from ear to ear, which gave Oliver a pit in his stomach.
"Why aren't you—?!" Before Oliver could finish his question, his mind became overwhelmingly fuzzy as the second phase of the magic kicked in at full force. He tried to find the words, but it was impossible to think clearly as his body swelled and bulged even further.
"There, there," Jake said, gently petting Oliver's newly chiseled head. "Let those worthless thoughts slip away. Just relax and enjoy your transformation." Jake then casually walked behind Oliver, his hands seductively caressing Oliver's newly bulked biceps as he turned. He slid his hands up under Oliver's shirt and removed it, exposing Oliver's ripped chest and prominent nipples to the cold air. He softly rubbed his throbbing bulge against Oliver's tightening ass, turning Oliver on. Jake gently stroked his fingers over Oliver's sensitive nipples, intensifying Oliver's desire. Oliver's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Jake licked the back of his neck and worked his hands down to his crotch. "You're going to be such a good, dumb jock, aren't you?" he playfully whispered into Oliver's ear. "You'll be my big, dumb jock—my mindless, obedient toy—only wanting to satisfy my every desire."
Oliver's transformation was nearly complete. It wouldn't be long before his mind was entirely lost. Sweat began to drip down his body, as if he had just come back from an intense workout. His thoughts were becoming empty, replaced only by new desires to exercise, play sports, and obey Jake, his new master.
"Didn't I say you could trust me?" Jake playfully asked, stepping back in front of Oliver and grinning deviously, pure lust in his eyes. "April fools."
And just like that, Oliver's old self was gone. His transformation was complete: rippling abs, broad shoulders, a wide chest, perfect biceps, a firm ass, massive feet, and an empty head. He had become the jock of Jake's dreams. Oliver smiled like a dumbass, vacantly staring into Jake's intent eyes, eagerly awaiting his master's command.
"Good thing I switched out my potion for water, huh!" Jake exclaimed, then evilly chuckled.
He got down on his knees and pulled Oliver's sweatpants and underwear down, revealing his newly-enormous cock. He looked up at Oliver, feeling as if he had won the lottery. He paused for a moment to admire Oliver's impressive, chiseled physique, glistening with sweat, before taking Oliver's fat cock into his evil, greedy mouth.
