#personality transformation

[mindyourbod]

Daddy Kink

This is me.

I'd like to think I'm pretty good looking. I hit the gym regularly, I take care of myself, and I'm very lucky to be in a great relationship with a loving boyfriend.

It can be a little tricky in the bedroom since we both prefer to bottom, and his sex drive is a lot higher than mine, but other than that, life's good! Or so I thought.

Turns out, my boyfriend has a massive daddy kink.

I kinda suspected it a while given his dating history; I mean, I'm the youngest guy he's ever dated, and I'm 31. Well, *was* the youngest guy he's ever dated is a little more appropriate.

It also turns out that he's got some witchcraft in his bloodline. Nothing too crazy... except for specific times of the year, where the fabric of reality is thinnest. Which happened to fall on Valentine's Day.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up in a body 2 decades older than what I was used to.

I called him in a panic, and he guiltily confessed that it was all his fault. It was supposed to be a one day thing, and I shouldn't have remembered any of it. Except something had gone haywire - he managed to change reality to where I was now a silver fox, but he ran out of juice before he could set a time limit, or make my mind match this new body... and this new body's urges.

See, he didn't just conjure up a reality where I was a daddy. He conjured up a reality where I was a kinky, constantly horny, dom top of a daddy who can't stop thinking about putting his boy on all fours.

My boy's loving every moment of it. At first, I tried to get him to turn us back, but... shit, I've started loving it too.

[mindyourbod]

Unlocked Potential

I couldn't believe my luck at being offered a spot in the genetic rehabilitation trial at my work.

We'd been working on a prototype technology that could "drain" convicted violent criminals of their genetic potential; it's much easier to keep a 6' 2" roided up beast of a man in check once he's been left as a 5' 4" twink without an ounce of muscle on him. The one logistical issue with it is that their potential couldn't just go anywhere, it had to be given to a donor or a host.

When I was approached and asked if I was interested, I jumped at the opportunity. It felt like a reward for the overtime I'd put in slaving over the project these past few years... as well as a small apology for the way the demanding nature of the role led to me packing on some excess poundage.

I was so eager that I didn't bother to think about what it would mean to have distilled machismo and excess testosterone hardcoded into my genome.

When I woke up it felt like a dream come true. I'd never felt so full of energy and drive before, and my libido was suddenly through the roof. But what started as a dream slowly turned out to be more of a nightmare; I found myself unable to focus for too long before my body needed to do some physical activity to blow off some steam, otherwise I'd get jittery and grumpy. The seeming endless supply of energy meant I was chowing down incredible amounts of food, so not only did my body pack on mass with incredible speed, I was sweating non stop as it worked tirelessly to metabolize the excess calories. And I never thought I'd say this, but even the boost to my sex drive turned out to be more of a curse - all my overwhelming testosterone had to come from somewhere, and my previously modest equipment has inflated into a leaky, needy beast that needs attention multiple times a day. And I think this enhanced masculinity ended up with some wires crossed, because women just don't do it for me anymore - this new footlong monster of mine only gets hard for men.

My performance kept dropping at work, and I eventually got let go a few months later with a generous compensation package. It was enough to get myself set up with a home gym and some camera gear.

I didn't really picture myself turning into an oversexed and overgrown gay bodybuilder making money from OnlyFriends, but I guess I just unlocked my true potential.

[mindyourbod]

Doggone Holiday

Agreeing to go on a holiday with Matty was an exercise in temptation.

He's my best friend since forever. He's my ride or die and didn't even bat an eye after I came out to him a couple years ago. He's also hot as fuck, and worse, he knows it.

Matty's never been outright cruel. He can be vain and cocky to a fault, but he's never been mean. But even though he's 100% straight - which he's told me, and is supported by his revolving bedroom door - he's more than comfortable enough in his ample masculinity to show off the goods for me whenever I'm around.

Cheeky pec bounces when he catches me staring, parading around shirtless in our hotel room, sending me pics from the sauna. Just now he made a show of flexing his guns for me and asking me to feel it up, so I could tell him if it still feels toned enough after working out at the hotel gym.

I'm not sure what I was thinking of or hoping for when this random woman stopped me on the way back from the pool, telling me how she knew I wanted things to change between us, that she could make it a reality. She pressed a small amulet into my palm and told me it had one wish left.

By the time I got back to our rooms, Matty was already there, texting on his phone. He'd towelled off and pulled on a pair of shorts that barely did anything to cover him up.

"Alright," he said. "I've got a hot date lined up with this chick. Don't wait up if I'm out past midnight, I'm defs looking to pull tonight."

I looked at him.

What would he look like without his cockiness, his innate confidence in being the hottest man in any room? What would he look like eager to please and doting? Not just the perfect boyfriend, but...

I made a wish. "I wish Matty was my perfect golden retriever boyfriend."

Not even a moment later, Matty looked up from his phone, gaped at me in shock, and then grinned. And pounced.

I thought that the girls he brought home were playing it up, but no. He's really just that good in bed.

Anyway, this isn't exactly how I pictured my wish going, but I got what I wanted. The new Matty is a much more physical creature, but I don't think I've made him any dumber, just... more attuned to his instincts. And those instincts involve being around me and being a good boy.

I'm kinda growing to like the way he keeps sticking his tongue out. It's endearing.

[mindyourbod]

Bull's Eye

Bro, I was aiming for the other guy.

Yeah, the long leggy hunk on the treadmill. The one with the pretty face, abs, and bubble butt. The perfect twunk bottom.

I found this shady website talking about astral projection and stuff. There were a ton of warnings about how "one should be careful their astral self ne'er intersect another's", and "the astral plane is neither other nor akin to the physical, and instead lies betwixt it" and whatever.

Basically, don't astral project into someone else, otherwise you'll end up taking over their body.

I practiced a few times, sat myself cross legged on my floor one evening, and astral projected into the gym... right into the middle of it. Where this dumbass muscle bull was standing and admiring his mug in the mirror.

So now I'm stuck in this sweaty, hairy, bloated pile of man meat... and his muscle memory runs deep. Makes sense with how much muscle he's got. I find myself in the gym twice a day like clockwork, body practically aching with how much it needs to burn some excess energy lifting serious iron.

I thought I'd have an easy time getting laid as a primped pretty boy. Turns out, it's still pretty easy as an overgrown, straight acting, brutish gym bro bottom. So I guess I still got what I wanted.

[mindyourbod]

Levelling Up

I think I messed up.

My boyfriend and I have always been pretty stereotypically geeky. Gaymer nerds into Pokémon, Nintendo, TTRPGs; we both had a soft spot for Kirby.

But despite our shared interests and our fantastic sex life, I wasn't fully satisfied. See, I love my boyfriend and his nerdy bod, but I've always had this fascination with the big muscle dudes that strut around at the gym. All brawn no brains, pumping and grunting and sweating.

When I found the file online I thought it would be fun to spice things up in the bedroom, nothing more. I didn't suspect it was real until my boyfriend actually listened to it. And even then, it took me a few minutes to realise that his deep grunts and glassy stare were the result of the subliminal he'd listened to rather than him engaging in some extremely convincing roleplay.

I could've let him come out of his trance naturally and talked it over with him first. But I was caught so off guard, and so desperate to see what this opportunity to lead to, that I let my fear of him not being into it drive me into fucking up.

I put the headphones back on his head and let the file keep playing.

I keep telling myself that my shy, geeky boyfriend is still somewhere in the slack jawed, hulking bodybuilder that's taken a pair of scissors to his favourite Kirby T shirt and turned it into a ragged muscle tank. But maybe I'm just kidding myself.

[mindyourbod]

The Wish Didn't Fix It

I've been an over thinker my entire life. From school to the workplace, I've been told over and over again that the only thing stopping me from being brilliant is how often I end up stuck inside my own head. Analysis paralysis, choice anxiety, whatever you want to call it - I freeze up and overthink instead of getting shit done

As my career plateaued, my relationships stagnated, and my age started to show, I couldn't stop thinking about it. It started out small but gradually took root, this fantasy where I could stop thinking and start doing; and as I fantasised about it more often, the fantasies gradually started to shift. What began as a vague desire to wake up the next morning suddenly able to shove all my thoughts to the side gradually built itself into a fully fledged imaginary world where I'd never struggled with overthinking at all.

What would my life have been like if I thought less? Would I have still been studious or would I have been more of a jock? Instead of going into higher education, I would've barely managed to finish high school and found a job where I could use my body and not my brain. A strong, happy-go-lucky dummy, not too bright but with a body built by practically living at the gym and throwing heavy weights around.

I couldn't stop thinking about it. I decided I had to make it real.

When I found the caster on the dark web I didn't think twice about what I asked them to do. "Make me a hot, horny, laid back himbo who thinks with his body instead of his brain."

I got my wish. But my wish didn't fix shit, dude.

I'm like, barely literate, and the only math I can do is adding my reps up. And sometimes I mess up half way, so I just keep going - better for the gains.

Worst thing is, even though my brain is slow and fuzzy all the time, the thoughts still keep on coming. Except instead of overthinking everything to shit, every thought I have revolves around this hulking, horny, impulsive body of mine.

I've been staring myself in the mirror for the past 10 minutes, admiring my pecs, feeling them up. Fuck but I'm one sexy stud. Look at that arm vein- yeah, look how it bulges when I turn and flex just right. My next client's coming soon and I should get ready... but it can wait another minute. Lemme take a pic first. Maybe I'll sweet talk him into letting me blow him in the locker room again. Get my protein in so I can ride him in the showers when we're done.

[mindyourbod]

The Neighbour's Son

Shit, we didn't expect this to happen.

My wife and I were high school sweethearts. First kiss, first love, first everything. For our anniversary we wanted to switch things up a bit and try something new in the bedroom; or rather, someone new.

Our neighbours are lovely people but you can't say the same about their asshole of a son. His picture's next to the dictionary entry for "overcompensating". He's full of unearned bravado, built like a male model, and the skintight jeans he struts around in leave nothing about the beer can shaped bulge between his thighs to the imagination.

He would've been the ideal body for me to shift into for a weekend romp in a remote cabin. All of the good looks and none of the shitty attitude.

Or so my wife thought. Fuck, she can be dumb. I trusted her with finding the stupid spell, but I think something's gone wrong. The longer I'm in this body the more I'm starting to act like the sexy asshole I look like.

Been letting my wife ride my monster of a cock and treat me like the fine stallion I am... except instead of paying attention to her I find myself more preoccupied with mugging at myself in the mirror. Hot damn, I look good. Got pecs and ass for days.

Speaking of pecs... Mine are getting me more horned up than her saggy pair of tits.

Shit. Maybe this blustering macho act is the neighbour's kid feeling insecure about being into dick.