TJ-Transformation

This be is a transformation blog. I can transform you, but beware things might not end up how you planned NSFW 18+ (I do not own these images)

[tj-transformation]

Loser

Hey Everyone,

As a lot of you know, I used to engage in swapping accounts, and it was lots of fun. However, and it’s entirely my fault, it has come back to bite me in the ass. I let someone into my discord and was careless. He has now taken over and locked me out. I’m working with discord to regain control, but please know that currently it’s not me in there. Thank you all

Just so everyone is aware, it’s @camwinters on here and discord that’s pretending to be me.

[fa9ggt]

Glasses

Sometimes he likes to make you put back on your glasses. Normally, he likes it when you have to squint to see. He says it makes you look like a total dumbass. After you put on the glasses he tells you to look in the mirror. The glasses are the only thing left of the old you. He wants to see if you can recognize yourself. You never can. After a few minutes you always forget why you're standing in front of the mirror. That's when you begin to flex those big roid muscles of yours. That's his favorite part. He loves seeing how far you've fallen. How much of a big fucking idiot you are now. Don't worry about it though. It would be pretty hard for anyone to recognize you now. Even he can barely see the resemblance anymore. All anyone sees when they look at you now is a big dumb roided muscle bull. But to be honest, I think your a little too enthralled with your arm to be worried about that. As a matter of fact to be worried about anything at all, meathead.

[mjc88blr]

“Hey Brad, how's it going being me? Are you done crying every night yet?” said my old body in the video I received in my email this morning. It had been two weeks since this nerd switched our bodies using some magic spell or some shit. It even made it so I couldn’t tell anyone what had happened. Who cared if I had made his life miserable in high school or whatever he called it, nerds like him deserved to be put in their place. Then he had the nerve to show up at the same college I had gotten a football scholarship too. It was like he was asking for it. Now he had switched our bodies and would send me updates on what he was doing in my body.

“I’m having the best time. Who knew I could pick up your workout routine so quickly, but you really should have told me about these huge tits of yours. He lifted up his shirt exposing my pecs and stomach. I can’t even get through a workout without needing to message these bad boys they’re so big. These nipples are out of this world too just a little twist or tug and it’s like a lightning bolt shoots down to my dick. Sure people stare when I’m sitting in the locker room shirtless rubbing my chest but I can’t help it. I barely make it to the shower sometimes before I’m ready to blow.” “Oh I should mention you can’t come to your old dorm room anymore I kind of got kicked out of the student housing. I guess your roommate didn’t like coming home last Thursday to me with my eyes rolled in the back of my head as a guy on the university hockey team made me drool all over his bed.” He winked and then pointed the camera behind him and shook my ass which I now saw was in a bright pink jockstrap. “This thing sure can take a pounding and do you like my new outfit it does make some of the guys in the locker room stare” he laughed as he spanked it hard.

Don’t worry I found a great place to live. I sent you another video with my new boyfriend. I opened my inbox again and found the link to a new video of a blonde guy with a hat on standing shirtless with my old body behind him. “I met him at the club and we instantly fell in love. He loves it when I flex for him and he’s teaching me how to pole dance just like him so I can drop out and work as a dancer just like him! You probably won’t be hearing from me for a while so enjoy this video of our training session and enjoy your new life. I know I will.” The video continued to play as I dropped my phone in shock. I could hear my former body and his new boyfriend giggling as he was taught how to dance like a stripper. I collapsed on the bed and began to cry as reality sank in.

[feedistvin]

[aboutyummyguys]

[fat-male-celebrities]

T. Wagner just released a new video where he's willing to start a new weight loss journey. He's 273 lbs / 124 kg on this one

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

"Look who's in our apartment," Conrad then smiled for the selfie and send it to his boyfriend, Walter

It's a very revealing selfie of their neighbor, Justin, his ass shown clearly in the mirror reflection while his face still seemed slightly puffy

"Oh cute. Great minds think alike. Get your ass ready to be eaten by your cousin, then," replied Walter with a knowing smirk in the gym locker room, his hand palming and slowly teasing the fat cock that he now owns as he sends back a selfie

Conrad smile turned even wider. The fact that Walter is now inside Reggie, Justin's younger cousin that currently vacationed in town, really increase the excitement as clearly shown by his semi-hard dick getting fully erect due to the selfie sent by Walter as Reggie. Composing himself as he fully laid himself in the bed, his bare ass grazed by the air conditioner wind while his erect cock scratches the surface of the bed sheet, he then replied

"Well, go straight back home then, cus. You said it yourself, you wanna get to know this older cousin of yours a bit more deeper, right?"

Walter chuckled with Reggie iconic chuckle that showcase his brilliant teeth. Deeper, yeah. Of course he will know Justin's ass topography and overall physique way better after this fuck sesh. Not like he ever explored Justin's body (and even based on Reggie's memory, Reggie never explored his own cousin's body or even see a glimpse of an area below his waist, so this will be the first time out of hopefully many more chances to fuck with his hot neighbor

[many-of-max]

Created by @futuradiego

[flabboys]

he just announced a weight loss journey once again

[guyastra]

​Capítulo: Ritual

​En una tienda de remates donde las ofertas abundaban, Joe buscaba el regalo de cumpleaños perfecto para su hermano. De la nada, divisó un viejo muñeco de los años 80; algo en la mirada de plástico del juguete hizo que lo comprara de inmediato.

​Llegó a casa agotado tras un largo día en la universidad. Dejó la caja en la sala y se entregó al sueño. Sin embargo, en la madrugada, la sed lo llevó a la cocina por un vaso de agua. Fue entonces cuando notó algo siniestro: la caja estaba vacía. Antes de que pudiera reaccionar, un golpe seco en la nuca lo derribó, dejándolo aturdido en el suelo.

​De las sombras emergió una pequeña figura que emanaba una maldad pura. Era aquel muñeco, pero ahora lucía un desgaste antinatural, como si su verdadera identidad hubiera brotado a través del plástico. El juguete se acercó al cuerpo de Joe, puso una mano sobre su frente y recitó un antiguo cántico místico mientras los relámpagos retumbaban en el exterior.

​Tras un instante de caos sensorial, el muñeco cayó inerte. El silencio invadió el departamento. Minutos después, el joven Joe despertó, pero su mirada ya no era la misma.

​Aquel juguete estaba poseído por un asesino serial que, mediante conocimientos de vudú, había resguardado su alma antes de morir. Al ejecutar el tortuoso ritual, le robó la vida al joven. —Lo logré. Pobre tonto... ahora podré divertirme siendo tu —susurró el nuevo dueño del cuerpo.

​Mientras tanto, la lastimosa alma de Joe quedó a la deriva. Intentó desesperadamente regresar a su cuerpo el amaba su vida solo había comprado un regalo no sabia por que le estaba pasando eso , pero este ya tenía un nuevo inquilino. Gritó a la nada y suplicó clemencia, experimentando un miedo abrumador ante su propia intangibilidad.

Al borde de la locura absoluta, mientras observaba cómo su cuerpo era movido por un extraño, el alma original de Joe simplemente se desvaneció en el olvido.

​El asesino, ahora en su nuevo envase, corrió al espejo para inspeccionar su botín. Tras analizar su reflejo, concluyó que debía fortalecer ese cuerpo débil para sus oscuros propósitos. Salió a un parque cercano y, mientras se columpiaba lentamente, observó las casas de los alrededores preguntándose quién tendría el honor de ser su primera víctima.

​A la mañana siguiente, fingió la rutina de Joe: fue a su trabajo en la biblioteca. Allí, tras los estantes de libros, fijó la mirada en su primer objetivo: un joven vecino. Al terminar su jornada, fue a entrenar, moldeando los músculos del delgado cuerpo que ahora poseía.

​Esa misma noche, entró por la ventana de su víctima armado con un hacha y cometió el crimen. Para no levantar sospechas, enterró el cadáver en la profundidad del bosque.

Al regresar a casa de madrugada, cubierto de tierra y extasiado, el asesino sonrió: finalmente tenía un nuevo cuerpo para volver a empezar su diversión.

Este Relato esta inspirada en las historias de:

Fankkmen

https://www.tumblr.com/fankkmen?source=share

Aviso de Responsabilidad (Disclaimer)

​Este contenido es una obra de ficción. Los nombres, personajes, lugares e incidentes son producto de la imaginación del autor o se utilizan de manera ficticia.

​Imágenes: Los rostros y visuales mostrados han sido generados mediante herramientas sintéticas, a mano con técnicas tradicionales; no corresponden a personas reales.

​Veracidad: Cualquier parecido con personas vivas o muertas, o con hechos reales, es pura coincidencia. El contenido no debe ser interpretado como información factual o educativa.

[fatswaps]

Party Body swap weight gain

Kevin had always felt somewhat out of place in university. He was one of the only foreigners in his class, and was a pretty short guy so he often found it difficult to make friends with other people. He thought attending a party in the next-door dorm would be a good way to hopefully come out of his shell and befriend a few people so he put on some of his nicer clothes and went along with a few classmates.

The party itself wasn't particularly wild, but one guy specifically stood out among all the college students. He was a pretty hefty fellow, and Kevin recognized him as Brian- the guy who'd repeatedly failed to graduate and had pretty much made the college his home. It seemed his family was quite rich and the guy was pretty spoiled, so he never got any punishment for his continued failures. Worst of all, Brian was extremely loud and obnoxious which made him even more unpopular than Kevin.

Seeing as how the people at the party were all tired of Brian's annoying behavior, Kevin thought this might be an opportunity to finally make himself known to the student body and so, he walked up to the fat guy and spoke,

"Hey Fatty, why don't you go to a Wendy's or something. There's no more food left for you here."

"What'd you say to me, little guy?" Brian roared

"I said, waddle your fat ass out of here and stop ruining the night for everyone else, fatso!"

Brian muttered something under his nreath and stormed off, and as the crowd was cheering him on- Kevin, in a moment of boldness, followed after the guy he'd insulted.

Stepping out into the hallway, Kevin smugly walked towards Brian who seemed to have entered his own room. Shamelessly following after the man, Kevin was just about to insult Brian's weight again when a bright flash of light practically blinded him and he found himself losing his balance, and soon drifting off as he fell to the floor.

Coming to, Kevin groaned as he tried to push himself up- but found it was much harder to do so than usual. Rubbing his eyes, the young man finally managed to push himself up into a sitting position only to be met by a horrifying sight. There stood, his body- smirking at him. This wasn't a mirror's reflection... no that was Kevin standing right there at himself... or, more so- staring at whatever Kevin had now turned into

"You know, dude. I was gonna have you have your moment but you just had to follow after me, didn't you?"

"What... what the hell did you do?"

"I took your god damn body and out you in mine. So, who's the fatty now, shithead?"

Kevin took a moment to look down at his body, and immediately a scream followed his realization that he was now Brian, the fat failure! Pushing himself up, Kevin felt his disgusting body and turned to his old boy

"TURN ME BACK RIGHT NOW!"

"Turn you back? Fat chance.. hahah, get it, fat!"

"You're never getting this cute ass asian body back, enjoy your life as a 28 year old fatass!"

With that the new Kevin walked away, leaving behind a crying mess, which was the new Brian. To any observer, it just seemed like Kevin had put Brian in his place and made him cry like the man-child he was, but in reality- Brian had taken everything Kevin had and left him in a ridiculous body, which was 10 years older.

....................................................................................

It had been 5 years since the swap now and Kevin had had a pretty hard time adapting to his new body. Despite his multiple attempts to get his body back, Brian had ridiculed Kevin publicly and left him even more hated, while Bruan grew more and more popular.

At the very least, Kevin was much better at his classes than Brian ever was, so he had actually managed to graduate and even lose a few pounds of weight in his time in Brian's body. He was about to move out of the dorms, and was just getting more comfortable with himself when he saw his old body... in a ruined state.

His beautiful hair had been shaved off on the sides and was shorter than he'd ever let it be, and his gorgeous fit body was now even fatter than the body Brian had left him in. And on hisface was the nastiest smirk Kevin had ever seen.

"Hey man. Heard you graduated in my body... I was thinking, you learned your lesson sooo"

"No, NO DON'T YOU FUCKING DA-"

That was all Kevin could say when he saw the flash again. In a few hours, he awoke in his old body, fat, sweaty and with a terrible haircut. 5 years of his life seamlessly taken away from him while he lost his only chance at studying at the university of his dreams...

[bigification]

Tag You're Fat

"Bro, why the fuck are we playing tag, we are grown ass adults." John asked.

"Just go with it man, it'll be fun." Brad pleaded. "It's not just any game of tag, It's called tag you're FAT! The way it works is that one person gets selected randomly to be it. He will eat this." Brad holds up a large pill. "It will turn them into a fatass for a short time, the fatass will then be contagious. Any person he touches will also become a fatass. Everyone hides and the last person to get fattened wins."

"Dude this game seems weird." Graham spoke out.

"C'mon just try it, it'll be fun." Brad pleaded once again.

The group seemed to collectively sigh and agree to play. Brad then pulled up a random number generator on his phone. "Everyone pick a number, I'll be one."

Each man then says a number between one and seven. Brad generated a number. "It's 4, who's 4!"

A couple guys pointed at Graham. "Man this is bullshit, I didn't even want to play this stupid ass game." Graham complained.

"That's too damn bad, take the pill." Brad responded.

Graham grabbed the pill and stared at it for a bit. "This is temporary right?" He asked.

"Ya of course, just take it." Brad said as he pulled up a photo of Graham on his phone, just for comparison for after.

Everyone started to get impatient so Graham finally swallowed the pill. Almost instantly, he began to twitch and grunt. As he twitched, his body began to jiggle more and more. His once flat stomach grew rounder and rounder by the second, riding up his shirt in the process. It kept growing until he had a solid beer gut that sagged over his waist line and love handles that thickened his once slim waist. His defined pecs became soft and plump as they sagged onto his gut and his arms became plump with a thick layer of fat. His pants tightened under the pressure of his growing ass and thick thighs. Finally his face widened as fat filled his cheeks.

Graham stood in silence as he took off his tiny shirt. His friends waited in silence for him to say something.

"Huh huh huh, that felt good!" He said in a dumb voice.

No one could tell if he was being serious, but they figured he was when he kept giggling and playing with the fat on his belly.

"Ok everyone, HIDE!" John yelled as he ran to a hiding spot. No one had time to react, so they just ran. Each of them found a hiding spot as Graham started to slowly hunt them down.

John trembled as he heard the large man stomp towards his hiding spot. He struggled to keep quiet as Graham approached. "Boo!" Graham yelled as he turned the corner. John jumped and proceeded to plead for Graham to not tag him.

"Wait wait! You don't need to tag me. You can just go find someone else." He practically pegged.

"isn't that the point of the game though?" Graham asked as he reached for John's arm. John yelled in fear, but immediately stopped when Graham made contact.

His muscles seemed to tense up, and he started to grunt. John started to grow much faster than Graham did. Within moments his belly had grown so big that he looked pregnant. It grew and grew, almost never ending until it was larger than a beach ball, ripping straight through his shirt. His hands grew to twice their size as he held his massive gut. A thick layer of fat covered the rest of his body, giving thick arms and legs, and large man tits. His ass also grew to the point that it ripped through his pants, leaving him completely naked, though it's not like you could seem much under that hulking gut. Similar to Graham, his face was the last to change. His face rounded out until it looked like a circle and he grew multiple chins under his thick beard.

John sat there for a moment, getting used to the way his body felt. The thick legs that rubbed together and the giant gut that changed his centre of gravity made it hard for him to move around.

"Get up big guy!" Graham pulled John to his feet.

"Shut it pipsqueak, you try movin around with a gut like this." John snapped back.

The two men soon went back to searching for the rest of their friends, shaking the ground as they walked. Dewayne and Miguel hid together nearby and peered around a corner to see Graham and John searching.

"Dude is that John?! He's fucking massive, and he's naked." Miguel whispered.

"Shut up, they're gonna hear us." Dewayne whispered back.

Almost as if on cue, John and Graham turn and start walking toward their hiding spots. They were cornered, so they just curled up and hoped they wouldn't be seen. It did not work. Graham turned the corner, chuckled, and grabbed both men.

Dewayne started to grunt as his body grew. His soft gut spilled out of his black tang top and over his shorts. He grew soft man tits that stretched his shirt to its limit. His body quickly started to say under its own weight as a thick layer of pudge covered his body.

Miguel befell a similar fate soon after. Although the effects didn't seem as bad on him since he was such an athletic person, but that could only help him so much. His six pack rapidly turned into a beer belly larger than his own dad's gut, riding up his tiny gym shirt. His solid pecs swelled into a pair of moobs with nipples that showed through his shirt. The defined arms and legs he worked so hard for softened into pudgy limbs.

The two men emerged from their hiding spots, happy as ever without a thought going through their minds.

It didn't take long for them to find Andrew after that. He was the tallest in the group, making it hard for him to hide. He tried to run but quickly ran into John, knocking him straight on his ass. Unfortunately for him, his arms hit John's belly in the impact. Andrew sat on the floor as his mind cleared and his body started to grow. Within seconds he had a giant hairy belly hanging out of his shirt, only rivaled by John's. His limbs bilmped out and his ass expanded, popping open his belt and threatening to rip his jeans. Finally a thick double chin formed under his beard. Andrew stood up, towering over the rest and crossed his arms. "Well who's gonna find the rest?" He asked in a dumb voice.

Brad trembled as he heard someone approaching his hiding spot. He had no idea who it was, but it sounded like someone massive. He got scared and decided to get up and run from his hiding spot. As he got up, he was met by Andrews thick underbelly.

His forehead impacted Andrews belly, knocking him back. He grunted in pleasure and pain as the transformation began. His body was hit the hardest since John. His once unnoticeable belly soon became impossible to miss, riding up his shirt to his chest and drooping over his waist. His skinny chest exploded with fat, growing larger tits than he had ever seen before, with large sensitive nipples. His previously thin arms became engulfed with fat and his legs thickened until it was basically impossible for him to separate them. His love handles spilled over his waist and his ass fattened until his crack was visible above his pants. He got up once his transformation was complete, struggling to stay up due to his immense weight. He pulled up his shirt and looked down at his hulking gut and man tits, he smiled before following the rest of the men to find the last of their friends.

"Omar, you're the last one you can come out now!" John yelled.

Omar appeared from behind a couch and stood in shock at the sight of his friends. Each one of them bursting out of their clothes and sagging with fat, John had even ripped out of his clothes. Omar started to laugh hysterically, pointing out how fat his friends were. Once he regained his composure he asked his friends, "so when does this wear off?"

"What do you mean wear off, why would we want it to wear off?" John responded.

"No no, you said it would wear off." Omar's expression quickly changed.

"What do you say boys, this guy is lookin a bit too skinny for our standards, how about we change that." John asked the rest of the boys.

Omar backed away, but quickly became cornered by the horde of large men. It didn't take long for one of them to grab his arm. He froze in place and started to grunt as his body began to change. He tried to resist, but there was no point. His gut burst out of his shirt, popping off the buttons in the process. His pecs grew into thick moobs, and he grew multiple chins under his light stubble. His ass fattened until it ripped through his jeans, and his thighs ripped what was left of them, leaving him naked from the waist down. His arms fattened up as he held his gut.

"Now for the best part about the game." John started as he approached Omar. "It has made up who we were meant to be, it made us hot." John gets really close to Omar, pressing both their bellies together. "Now we can do whatever we want with each other." John grabbed Omar's dick as he spoke, making him moan.

With all the tension built up over the game, it didn't take long for all of them to rip off their tiny clothes. Nothing in their heads other than sex and food.

[fatswaps]

I really like this story

[sicklysublimeamulet]

The Shadow of Youth

The years had been kind to Elias, but time never forgot its grip. At forty-two, he was still strong, still tall, but he felt the edges of age in his bones. The once effortless spring in his step now took effort. His reflection, though respectable, no longer shone with the brilliance of his prime.

He had raised his nephew Caleb since the boy was four. Caleb was not his blood—he was adopted after tragedy took his parents—but Elias treated him as his own son. He fed him, clothed him, cheered at his games, sat through his sleepless nights.

Now Caleb was twenty, and the man Elias had shaped stood like a mirror of everything Elias used to be: broad-shouldered, confident, with an energy that made others gather around him. Watching Caleb was like watching a living echo of his own lost youth.

And Elias admired him. Admired him so much it grew into something heavier—an ache. Not envy. Not anger. Just a yearning so strong it bordered on obsession.

“If only I could feel like that again. To stand like that. To walk into a room and glow again…”

The Suit

One stormy night, Elias stumbled upon a box left at his doorstep. It was black, metallic, and warm to the touch. Inside lay a strange suit—sleek, liquid-like, darker than shadow itself.

The moment his fingers brushed against it, it moved—crawling up his arm, sliding over his skin like silk. He panicked, but then… it whispered.

Not in words, but in feelings. Power. Renewal. Fusion.

And then he understood: this wasn’t just clothing. It was a vessel, a mirror of desire. It could grant what his heart ached for.

He thought of Caleb. The youth he embodied. The strength, the vitality, the spark. His chest tightened with longing.

And the suit pulsed.

The Fusion

The next day, Caleb returned from training, sweaty, laughing, full of life. Elias watched him, heart pounding. His hand brushed the black suit hidden beneath his shirt.

The suit responded. It wanted him to act.

That night, when Caleb was in his room, Elias approached. The suit rippled, alive, stretching toward Caleb like liquid shadow. Caleb looked up in shock.

“Uncle—what’s happening?!”

Elias’s eyes glowed faintly as the suit wrapped around them both. “I only ever wanted… to carry your light,” he whispered.

The black fabric engulfed Caleb, and in an instant— whooosh—their bodies dissolved into streams of shadow and light.

Elias felt Caleb’s heartbeat merge with his own. Caleb’s energy, his youth, his vitality—rushing into Elias’s veins. Caleb gasped once, then faded into warmth.

But there was no resistance. No pain. No voice saying let me out.

Because Caleb wasn’t trapped. He wasn’t a prisoner.

He simply was Elias now.

Becoming One

The mirror showed someone new.

He was not Elias anymore, nor Caleb alone. He was taller, broader, a flawless blend of man and youth. His face carried Caleb’s vitality but with Elias’s sharper lines, a perfect balance of wisdom and strength. His movements were graceful, his body powerful—like the very image of what Elias had dreamed of becoming again.

Inside, he searched for Caleb. But Caleb wasn’t “inside.” He wasn’t separate. He was him.

“I raised you,” Elias whispered to the reflection. “Now… we’ve become one. My youth, your future. Our life… together.”

The suit pulsed with satisfaction. It had fulfilled his truest desire: not to steal, not to destroy, but to unify.

He named himself Oliver—a merging of Caleb and Elias. A name that carried both legacies in one.

Aftermath

No one questioned when “Oliver” stepped out into the world. Those who knew Caleb and Elias simply felt a strange acceptance, as though this man had always been there. A figure of charisma and mystery, drawing eyes wherever he went.

Inside, Oliver walked with perfect harmony. There was no struggle, no conflict. Caleb’s memories of childhood, Elias’s years of sacrifice and care, the bond they shared—they were now woven into one unbreakable thread.

For Elias, the obsession was gone. He no longer needed to long for his youth. He carried it now.

For Caleb, there was no loss. He wasn’t gone. He was Oliver—the man who had raised him, and the man he had become.

And together, they walked forward.

Not as uncle and nephew. Not as two. But as one whole, reborn.

[alexlight22]

Swapping papers

I never expected to ended up inside the body of my neighbor, i had to admit that I was jealous of him with his hot boyfriend, i wished to be him when I saw them across the street, he had the life I wanted while I was stuck as a family father with two little kids and annoying wife, but now the things have changed since the swap wave, it was a miracle that I finally got his body and now I have his boyfriend right where I wanted

I hope he's having a good life as me, cause there's no way I give this body back.

- Is everything ok my love? You are really horny and sensitive today- my new boyfriend asked as he stopped sucking my new dick.

- Everything is really good, please keep on I want to cum inside your mouth- i said while I taking his head right where I wanted, my life now is amazing

#bodyswap #malebodyswap #neighboors # gay couple

[dumbroski]

Be your worst nightmare.

Once again with the wonderful @misctf .

Eric sighs as he got ready for another day of classes. It wasn’t like classes were hard for a genius like him, but there were certainly other challenges on campus. After a quick shower, breakfast, and organizing his notes for the day, Eric was off to his first class. And as per his usual routine, Liam greets him at the corner.

“Eric!” Liam smiles, “Okay, did you see the latest chapter of Battle Monsters? I won’t spoil it if you didn’t, but…”

"Of course I did!” Eric beams, “Okay, what did you think about…”

The two continue talking about the latest chapter of their favorite manga, before shifting to their plans for the weekend- namely D&D and watching comic book movies. And as they talk, Eric couldn’t help but be grateful to have found friends who share his interests. How less lonely he felt compared to his high school days.

“This is perfect.” Eric thinks, while laughing at one of Liam’s jokes.

Well, almost perfect. As Liam splits off and walks to his class, Eric feels someone walking to catch up with him. And his heart sinks when the all too familiar smell of sweat and a tough-work-out tickles at his nose.

“Well, well look who it is.” Jax’s mocking laughter follows close behind, “Seriously, what the fuck were you talking about?”

“Just leave me alone.” Eric’s words lack the confidence he was hoping to convey, “I…”

“Shut it, nerd.” Jax cut him off. He throws an arm around his victim in mock affection, “Relax. I’m here to give you the good news.” A shit-eating grin spread across his face, “I leave to study abroad in a few days, and I’m sure that oversized brain of yours knows what that means.”

Eric couldn’t help but smile to himself. He knew exactly what that meant. A semester free of Jax. No more bullying, no more mocking, no more torment.

“Oh but don’t get too excited. I still have a few more days here.” Jax continued, “And I’m gonna make the most of it.” Before Eric could react, Jax firmly grasped his arm, “Come on nerd, I wanna show you something.”

“L-let go of me!”

But Jax’s strength easily overpowers the young nerd. And before Eric knew what was happening, he’s pulled into an empty classroom.

“You might be wondering, ‘Why am I here?’ Well, that’s very simple, nerd. You and I are gonna be a lot closer these next few days.” Jax winks at him, “How can I possibly leave for a semester and give you all that precious time free of me?” He glares at Eric, “Sit.” He commands, and Eric did- hoping if he just went along with whatever this was, he’d be done soon enough.

“I-I have to get to class, please…”

“Just wait a goddamn minute, nerd.” Jax smirks and pulls off his sneaker, freeing his sweaty, moist foot, “Fuck, it feels good to free these babies.” He flexes his toes, “Well, they’re not gonna clean themselves, right nerd? That morning work-out really did a number on these.” His dumb laughter fills the air.

“No way, I’m not… I’m not…” Eric wants to protest. To tell Jax to fuck off. But as he stares at his tormenter’s foot, his mind was slowing.

“That’s right. You love to serve me. Love to serve my feet.” Jax smirks as Eric approaches him, dropping to his knees, “Yeah, that’s it. Can’t resist my musk, can ya?” Eric’s eyes water as he brings Jax’s foot to his mouth, “You never want to leave my feet. You want to serve them, love them.”

Jax moans as Eric’s mouth and tongue go to work. The young nerd’s eyes filling with tears as the rotten smell and taste overwhelm his senses. His mind racing. What the fuck am I doing? Why can’t I stop stop? Eric wants to run, to scream. But…

“You’re just a pair of my used and abused socks.” Jax continues in the same hypnotic voice, “Filled with my sweat and cum. Not even a person.”

Eric couldn’t understand what Jax was saying- was this some kind of weird fetish. He isn’t… Eric let out a pained cry as his body began to burn from the inside out.

“Wh-what’s happening to me!?” Eric’s eyes widen as he watches his feet and legs shrink into his torso, “Jax! Stop! Please!”

Jax only watches in amusement as Eric’s skin turns white. His chest and abdomen deflate and hollow out, while his arms shrink into his changing torso. He flops to the ground, unable to move- only able to look up at his bully.

“Wait… please, don’t…!” Eric let out a muffled cry as Jax forcefully sticks his foot into Eric’s open mouth.

“Good little sock.” Jax smiles as he watched the transformation finalize, until he was the only person in the room, “Fuck… I know you can still hear and taste everything. Hope you’re loving it. And even if you aren’t, well… you will.”

Eric had no conception of time. No ability to know how many hours or days passed. His whole world consumed by the smelly, musky foot that filled his entire being. Jax wore him at all times. At the gym, on the field, on his jogs. He didn’t even shower afterwards. Days passed, allowing his stench to accumulate and overwhelm the young nerd further. Eric wished for some relief, even maybe a cycle in the laundry machine to help rid him of his tormentor’s stench. Even on the night Jax did remove him, the relief was short lived as Jax forced his meaty cock into what once had been Eric’s mouth, before jerking off and cumming inside him. Eric hoped that Jax would toss him aside after his pleasure session, but instead he was immediately wrapped around Jax’s foot again. The days went by, the cycle continued, and Eric knew he didn’t have much of a fight left in him…

“Ah fuck, the day has come.” Jax smirks at his sweat and cum-stained sock, “I leave tomorrow, brah. I think I got enough fun in this past week to make up for my semester-long absence, wouldn’t you say?” He grins as he pulls his sock off and tosses it to the ground, “Let’s see…”

He watches with a grin as the sock contorts, morphs, and changes. Human features bubbling from the piece of fabric. And after a few minutes, Eric is back to his human form.

“Wh-where…?”

“Shut your mouth and get the fuck out of here.” Jax smirks, “Here’s a little souvenir.” He tosses him a few items of his clothing, “Wouldn’t want the world having to look at your tiny cock.”

In a daze, Eric dresses in the tank-top, boxers, and athletic shorts that Jax had so graciously given him. His mind still reeling with what happened, unable to process it fully. And as he walks back to his dorm, embarrassment fills him as people wrinkle their nose. Eric became acutely aware of the stench wafting off of him- just like Jax. His bully’s scent scarred into him. He tries to shower when he gets back to his dorm room. Tries to get rid of the stench. But he’s tired. And he quickly drifts off into a dreamless sleep.

Eric sighs as he gets up for another day of classes. The stench still lingers. The memories still hazy. He tries to get into his morning routine, but his desire to shower was gone- he felt like he had to force himself. Even his clothes feel wrong- too stuffy and boring. His notes are harder to understand. He’s aware now that his breakfast lacks protein. This all feels… wrong…

“Eric! Where have you been?” Liam asks as the two meet up, “I heard you were sick, but no one could get in touch with you.”

“Yeah…” Eric’s eyes dart towards the campus gym, “Sick or somethin’ like that.”

“Well, I was thinking we could play some Battle Monsters later. I just got a new deck and…”

“Battle Monsters? Fuck, man. Real men don’t play that shit.” Eric’s eyes widen, “Uh… fuck… I need to go! I’m sorry Liam!” Before Liam could say anything, Eric sprints off.

Eric’s thoughts race as he runs to the closest bathroom. The insanity of the last week, the smell that still clung to him, the words that left his mouth just then… He wants to cry. His identity feels fractured. It felt wrong. He doesn’t smell like himself- he smells like Jax. He doesn’t sound like himself- he sounds like Jax.

“I’m not Jax.” He grunts, throwing his backpack aside and staring closely in the bathroom mirror, “I’m not him.”

Jax wasn’t here. He’s halfway across the world. Eric was free of him. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder. He didn’t have to worry about being tormented. This is all… good. Eric sighs as a strange, tingling warmth spreads through his body- one Eric thought meant joy. But it stays. Lingers, almost painfully.

“Hey Eric?” Liam’s voice breaks his concentration, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m aight.” Eric coughs to clear his throat, “Uh sorry, lost my cool. What were we doing?”

Liam shifts uncomfortably, “Uh class then library, like always.”

“Sweet.”

Class was something Eric usually loved, taught by a professor he admired. But today felt… off. Maybe it was the warmth bubbling beneath his skin, or him trying to catch up after a week of whatever Jax had done to him, but he couldn’t focus. The words the professor used, the concepts he was delving into- Eric’s brain couldn’t seem to retain or understand them. He knew that should frustrate him, but he resigned himself to doodling in his usually pristine notebook. Neat and tidy equations and immaculate handwriting now littered with crudely doodled dicks- the whole time Eric chuckling to himself with the completion of each masterpiece. When the class ends, all Eric had to show for it was a page of doodled dicks- his pride evidenced by his shit-eating grin.

“Dude, I think I broke a record for the number of dicks on a page.” He says turning to one of the jocks in the class- one of Jax’s friends- Eric recalls.

“Oh shit brah.” The jock chuckles, “Jax would be proud.” Eric could swear there was a knowing look in the jock’s eye- something sinister.

“Wh-what are you…?”

“Why are you talking to him?” Liam’s voice breaks Eric’s concentration, “Come on Eric… and leave us alone.” Liam pulls Eric away, the jock’s cruel laughter filling the air.

Liam and Eric walk quickly through campus and towards the library. Eric’s thoughts returning to class… what he did… how Jax’s friend clearly knows something. And as his brain replays what had happened, he felt shame. He’s a star student, not some dick-doodling, braindead jock. He isn’t Jax… That thought repeating in his mind. He isn’t Jax. He isn’t Jax. He… wasn’t Jax. He stopped dead in his tracks.

“Eric?” Liam looks worried, “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I… I need to go back to my room.” Eric says, “I’m still not feeling too well. I’ll see you later!”

Before Liam could get another word in, Eric turns and walks quickly towards the dorms. And when he finally makes it to his room, he falls to his bed, tears falling from his eyes. None of this makes sense- why was any of this happening? Eric wipes his eyes and grunts.

“What are you fuckin’ doing?” A voice echos in the back of his mind, “Real men don’t fuckin’ cry. They deal with their shit in the only way they know how.” The voice is cruel, mocking.

“H-how?” Eric whispers into the air.

“The gym.”

Eric looks over to a pile of discarded clothes in the corner of the room. The only athletic clothes he owns. Jax’s clothes… the ones he gave him that day. He had sworn never to wear them again. But without much resistance, Eric stripped out of his nerdy clothes, and grabbed his tormentor’s. First, the boxers. They slid up his leg and settled nicely on his waist. Eric had to admit they felt… right. Then the athletic shorts. And then the gray tank-top. Eric stares in the mirror, Jax’s clothes hanging loosely on his scrawny frame.

“I look…”

“Good.” The voice fills his mind, “But you’re missing something… Well, a few things…”

And Eric knew what he needed to do- where he needed to go. His walk across campus felt different this time. Each step filled with a bit more confidence. His clothes feeling more comfortable on his skin… not as loose. The wrinkling of noses, the dirty looks- things that he knows should bother him… just didn’t.

“Almost there.”

The voice in is head becoming clearer, taking on a familiar cadence and tone. Eric realizes it sounds like… Jax. He knows this should definitely bother him- scare him even. Why was Jax in his head? Why was Jax talking to him? Why was he fuckin’ listening? He pauses, his breathing becomes faster. He feels… he feels… He turns and looks at himself in a window.

“Wh-what’s happening to me?” He whispers.

His exposed arms are toned, bulkier. His legs more muscular- calves more defined, thighs thicker. He looks down at his hands- the beginnings of callouses that he knew weren’t there an hour ago are etched into his skin. Weakly, he raises the tank-top and runs his hand along the faint but undeniably present abs he definitely knew were not there earlier that day.

“Fuck… you’re wasting time.” Jax’s voice grunts, “C'mon already…”

Eric nods slowly, “Yeah… yeah gotta go…” His voice sounds deeper, a bit rougher.

He turns from the mirror, catching a glimpse of his face as his jaw squares out a bit and his eyes darken and dull. Eric walks quicker now, his newly powerful legs bounding up the stairs of a frat house. Entering it like second nature- like he’d done this countless times. And as he walks through the living room, stepping over beer bottles and dumbbells, he can feel their eyes on him. Jax’s frat bros, lounging on the couch, making protein shakes in the kitchen- all turn and watch as Eric walks in. Some just smirk, while others laugh. But Eric keeps going- entering Jax’s room. And as he stands in his tormentor’s room, his stomach drops.

“I-I should leave…” Eric whispers to himself, “I need to get out of here.”

“We came here for a reason.” The voice in his head says, “Now go on…”

“But…”

Eric wants to protest and argue. A part of him registering that he isn’t going to be leaving this place as himself. That maybe… just maybe if he turned and left now, there’d be hope for him. That he could go back to being a nerd. Enjoying comic books… talking to Liam… playing Battle Monsters…

“Fuck all that shit.” Jax’s voice cruelly dismissed those thoughts, “I’m not some fuckin’ nerd. And you aren’t anymore either. Got it?”

“No… I’m not… I’m not you…”

“Yeah you are bruh… well, you will be.” The voice continues, “Now didn’t we come here for a reason?”

Eric whimpers as he steps forward, not sure anymore who was in control of his body. There, sitting on Jax’s bed was a red cap. Jax’s favorite. The one he always wore around campus. Part of his signature, douchebag look. And Eric took it in his now large, calloused hands. Every part of him screaming not to. Knowing this was it.

“You think he’s gonna do it?”

“Fuck, I can’t even tell the difference anymore.”

“Brah, this voodoo shit is wild.”

Eric could hear Jax’s frat bros from the doorway. Staring at him. Watching him closely. Mocking him. He didn’t like them. How they acted. What they said and did. Yet he was about to join them- that very thought causing his stomach to twist. And before he could think more about it, he raised the cap to his head and lowered it.

The room was silent. Eric was silent. That was it. It was on. The jocks held their breath. Eric stared blankly ahead. Waiting. For something. And just when the faintest hint of relief started to build, Eric let out a pained cry.

“Oh god, what the fuck!?”

It started in his feet. The cracking, the twisting. He watched as his feet morphed and shifted- growing in size. At least 13 inches. Wiry hairs sprouting on his toes- their stench enough to bring down an elephant. Eric hated how familiar they smelled. His memory as Jax’s sock playing endlessly in his shrinking brain.

“There we go.” The voice in his head sounded prideful, “Thatta boy.”

Eric’s legs followed- hair sprouting on his ever-enlarging muscular thighs and calves. Powerful. Warm. His butt filling with firm muscle and fat- two squeezable basketballs that would barely be contained in his pants. He’d certainly turn heads- the very thought sending another wave of unwanted pride through Eric’s mind.

“Fuck…” Eric moaned as his dick stood at full attention.

His balls grew larger, filling with virile cum. His dick continued to grow in his pants, while a jungle of unkempt, musky pubes grew around it. He pawed miserably at his cock with his thick, meaty hands. Watching through half-lidded eyes as his forearms thickened with muscle. He backed up against a wall and slid to the ground, cushioned by his thicc ass.

“I can’t… I don’t want this…” He could hear Jax’s frat bros laughing, gawking at the sight before them, “Please… help me…”

He let out a pained cry as his abs popped into existence, the small amount of fat burning away. The cramping continued as it moved into his chest. His flat chest began to fill with firm muscle, his nipples growing more sensitive as his pecs swelled into existence. He weakly brought his arm to them, giving one a squeeze and watched as his biceps and triceps grew thicker with firm muscle. With a tired sigh, he dropped his arm to his side, breathing heavily.

“It… it has to be over…” He grunted, “Please… just…”

He immediately went into a coughing fit as his neck thickened and his Adams apple grew more prominent. He grabbed at his face as his cute features finished becoming more angular- more masculine. He could feel his face rearranging beneath his skin and he just knew, even though he hated to admit it, that when he looked in the mirror, Jax would be staring back. He could even feel the burning pain as his ear was pierced.

“Fuck look at him.”

“Dude, what do we call him?”

“I mean, its Jax right?”

Eric looked over at them, and clumsily pulled out his phone. His heart was thumping in his newly muscular chest as he turned the camera towards him.

“No…” Eric knew what he was going to see, but actually seeing it. That was different, “I-I don’t want this. I don’t…”

“Why are you crying, nerd?” Jax’s voice echoed from within, “You got a problem with being a man?”

“No! Why would I ever want to be you?” Eric replied, the anguish evident in his voice- Jax’s voice, “All you do is torment people. You’re an asshole. A piece of shit!”

“Correct… You’re an asshole.” The voice chuckled, “And you’re a piece of shit. Because brah, you’re me. Get it?”

Eric held back a sob, “But… I’m still…”

“There’s no one better than you to be me.” The voice continued, “You know all my lines. Know all my favorite ways to keep nerds in their place.” Eric knew he was right- he experienced it all first hand, “Now you have the body, you have the tactics. You’re the fuckin’ king, brah.”

“But I don’t want to be this. I don’t want to…”

“Dude, this voice in your head? It’s you. It’s always been you.” Eric felt his heart start to sink, “Jax didn’t put me in your brain, these are your fuckin’ thoughts. I don’t know what the fuck Jax did to make us into this, but I’ve always been here. Waiting. And now? Admit it. You want this.”

“What are you saying?” Eric’s voice never sounded more uncertain.

“You got the bod. You got the mindset. You just gotta want it.” The voice pushed, “Do you want it?”

Eric knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t. He was sweet. A good kid. He had dreams and passions. Complexity. He wasn’t this simple-minded asshole. But… he could be. He looked over to the mirror and saw Jax staring back. He wasn’t even himself anymore.

“Just let go. You know how to.”

Would it be that easy? To let go? To throw away his old life? To lose himself in Jax’s persona?

“It would be so fuckin’ easy.”

“Yeah… yeah it would.” So simple… no worries… so few thoughts…

A shit-eating grin formed on Eric’s new face. One that he knew mimicked Jax’s perfectly. He looked over at his frat bros, all of whom seemed to be on the edge of their seat, waiting to see if Jax’s little plan worked.

“Whatcha fuckin’ lookin’ at?” Eric pawed at his erect dick, “If you’re gonna stare, you might as well get to work.” He smirked as his frat bros howled with laughter.

_________

“Fuck yeah bro, that bitch from bio got me an A on another lab report.” Eric grunted, eyes fixated on the videogame before him, his phone on speaker, “Let him worship my cock in exchange. Seems fair right?”

“Pfft you’re a real fuckin’ natural. Ain’t it good being me?” Jax replied

“Yeah… fuckin’ love being you. Never going back…” Eric mindlessly flexed his bicep and gave it a kiss, “So when are ya gettin’ back to the states, brah?”

“A few weeks, bro. Can’t wait to hit the gym with my new twin bro.”

Eric smirked, “Yeah, can’t wait, bro.” He turned his game off, “Aight bro, remember that bitch, Liam? He’s comin’ over in a bit.”

“Oh really? What? You gonna play Battle Monsters with your old BFF?” Jax mocked.

“Oh hell naw brah.” Eric’s dull laughter filled the air, “I got something else in mind.” He looked down at his sweaty, hairy foot, a cruel grin spread across his face, “Hope you don’t mind being a triplet, bro.”

[sicklysublimeamulet]

Wishing Wonder

Sonny had never been the most confident guy in the room. All his life, he’d been the “funny one,” the “nice one,” the “friend you could count on”—but never the one who turned heads.

So when the invitation for his 10-year high school reunion arrived, his stomach sank. He could already imagine it: all his old classmates arriving in expensive suits, glowing with success, while he showed up… just average.

That night, he went for a walk to clear his thoughts. The moon hung low over the quiet park near his childhood neighborhood. In the center of it stood an old stone well—one people used to call the Wishing Well of St. Marian’s.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Why not?” he muttered. Fishing a coin from his pocket, he tossed it into the dark water below.

“I just want to look… good. Even just once. I want people to see me and say, ‘Wow, that’s Sonny?’”

He sighed, knowing it was silly. Wishes like that never came true.

Or so he thought.

As Sonny turned to leave, he accidentally bumped into someone. “Oof! Sorry—didn’t see you there,” he said, brushing his shoulder.

The man he’d bumped into looked about his age—tall, confident, wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt that revealed lean muscle underneath. His hair was slicked back, his expression calm but sharp. “No harm done,” the man said with a grin. “Name’s Flint. You look like someone who’s wishing for a change.”

Sonny blinked. “What—how did you know?” Flint smirked. “Just a guess. But maybe I can help.”

Sonny frowned. “Help? With what?” Flint’s eyes glinted. “Becoming who you want to be. I’ve got a little invention. Something special.”

At first, Sonny laughed. “You’re not gonna tell me you have a machine that makes people handsome, are you?” Flint grinned wider. “Not exactly. My Combiner machine doesn’t create beauty—it shares it. You can combine traits, strengths… even people.”

Sonny blinked. “Combine… people?” “Yup,” Flint said proudly. “Two souls, one body. You’d be surprised how perfect the balance can be.”

Sonny scoffed. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” “Is it?” Flint raised an eyebrow. “If it worked… would you still call it ridiculous?”

Sonny hesitated. The thought hung heavy in the air. Flint turned, gesturing for Sonny to follow. “Come on. It’s just a test drive.”

Flint’s workshop looked like something out of a sci-fi movie—full of glowing panels, copper pipes, and strange blue light. In the center stood a large capsule-like machine shaped like an upright pod.

“This,” Flint said proudly, “is the Combiner. Everything that enters can become one.”

Sonny stared at it. “You really built this?” “Yeah,” Flint said as he began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it onto a chair. His sculpted torso caught the soft light, making him look almost unreal. Sonny tried not to stare, but couldn’t help it.

“You… you really take care of yourself,” he muttered. Flint chuckled. “Jealous?” “Maybe a little,” Sonny admitted, half embarrassed. “You look like everything I wish I could be.”

Flint stepped closer. “Then why not share it?”

“What do you mean?” Sonny asked. Flint smiled gently. “If you want to impress your friends… if you want to walk into that reunion and feel proud—maybe using me is the best choice.”

He gestured toward the machine. “Let’s see if two halves can make something even better.”

Sonny’s heart raced. “You’re serious?” “Dead serious.”

The hum of the Combiner grew louder as Flint pressed a few buttons on a console. The capsule door slid open, releasing a cool, bluish mist.

“Come on,” Flint said, stepping inside. “You wanted a wish to come true, right? Maybe this is your wish.”

Sonny took a deep breath. Then, without another word, he joined him.

The door closed. Lights flashed. The entire room filled with a low, rhythmic hum. Energy pulsed between them—warm and electric—like two songs syncing into one perfect note.

Sonny felt strength flood his veins, confidence rising like sunlight breaking through clouds. Flint’s composure, his posture, his calm—all of it flowed into him. And from Sonny came warmth, empathy, humor—an emotional heartbeat that balanced the boldness Flint carried.

For a few blinding moments, they were one endless burst of light.

When the capsule door opened, only one man stepped out.

He was taller than Sonny had been, but softer than Flint—an ideal blend of grace and strength. His hair shimmered in shades of bronze, his jawline sharp but approachable, his eyes bright and kind.

He looked at his reflection in a piece of polished metal nearby. He smiled, and it wasn’t just confidence—it was wholeness.

“Hold on. Is this me?…” he whispered.”

His voice was deep but gentle, a fusion of both tones. For the first time, he didn’t feel envy or doubt. He felt complete.

Weeks Later

When the day of the reunion came, everyone froze as Sonny entered the hall. “Is that—Sonny?!” someone whispered.

But he just smiled, greeting everyone with effortless charm. He wasn’t the same awkward boy they remembered. He was magnetic, kind, and confident.

He laughed, shared stories, danced, and inspired others. People saw him and felt warmth, not intimidation.

That night, standing under the same moon where he’d tossed his coin, Sonny chuckled softly.

“Guess the wish came true after all,” he said quietly. “Just not in the way I expected.”

[sicklysublimeamulet]

The Shadow of Youth

The years had been kind to Elias, but time never forgot its grip. At forty-two, he was still strong, still tall, but he felt the edges of age in his bones. The once effortless spring in his step now took effort. His reflection, though respectable, no longer shone with the brilliance of his prime.

He had raised his nephew Caleb since the boy was four. Caleb was not his blood—he was adopted after tragedy took his parents—but Elias treated him as his own son. He fed him, clothed him, cheered at his games, sat through his sleepless nights.

Now Caleb was twenty, and the man Elias had shaped stood like a mirror of everything Elias used to be: broad-shouldered, confident, with an energy that made others gather around him. Watching Caleb was like watching a living echo of his own lost youth.

And Elias admired him. Admired him so much it grew into something heavier—an ache. Not envy. Not anger. Just a yearning so strong it bordered on obsession.

“If only I could feel like that again. To stand like that. To walk into a room and glow again…”

The Suit

One stormy night, Elias stumbled upon a box left at his doorstep. It was black, metallic, and warm to the touch. Inside lay a strange suit—sleek, liquid-like, darker than shadow itself.

The moment his fingers brushed against it, it moved—crawling up his arm, sliding over his skin like silk. He panicked, but then… it whispered.

Not in words, but in feelings. Power. Renewal. Fusion.

And then he understood: this wasn’t just clothing. It was a vessel, a mirror of desire. It could grant what his heart ached for.

He thought of Caleb. The youth he embodied. The strength, the vitality, the spark. His chest tightened with longing.

And the suit pulsed.

The Fusion

The next day, Caleb returned from training, sweaty, laughing, full of life. Elias watched him, heart pounding. His hand brushed the black suit hidden beneath his shirt.

The suit responded. It wanted him to act.

That night, when Caleb was in his room, Elias approached. The suit rippled, alive, stretching toward Caleb like liquid shadow. Caleb looked up in shock.

“Uncle—what’s happening?!”

Elias’s eyes glowed faintly as the suit wrapped around them both. “I only ever wanted… to carry your light,” he whispered.

The black fabric engulfed Caleb, and in an instant— whooosh—their bodies dissolved into streams of shadow and light.

Elias felt Caleb’s heartbeat merge with his own. Caleb’s energy, his youth, his vitality—rushing into Elias’s veins. Caleb gasped once, then faded into warmth.

But there was no resistance. No pain. No voice saying let me out.

Because Caleb wasn’t trapped. He wasn’t a prisoner.

He simply was Elias now.

Becoming One

The mirror showed someone new.

He was not Elias anymore, nor Caleb alone. He was taller, broader, a flawless blend of man and youth. His face carried Caleb’s vitality but with Elias’s sharper lines, a perfect balance of wisdom and strength. His movements were graceful, his body powerful—like the very image of what Elias had dreamed of becoming again.

Inside, he searched for Caleb. But Caleb wasn’t “inside.” He wasn’t separate. He was him.

“I raised you,” Elias whispered to the reflection. “Now… we’ve become one. My youth, your future. Our life… together.”

The suit pulsed with satisfaction. It had fulfilled his truest desire: not to steal, not to destroy, but to unify.

He named himself Oliver—a merging of Caleb and Elias. A name that carried both legacies in one.

Aftermath

No one questioned when “Oliver” stepped out into the world. Those who knew Caleb and Elias simply felt a strange acceptance, as though this man had always been there. A figure of charisma and mystery, drawing eyes wherever he went.

Inside, Oliver walked with perfect harmony. There was no struggle, no conflict. Caleb’s memories of childhood, Elias’s years of sacrifice and care, the bond they shared—they were now woven into one unbreakable thread.

For Elias, the obsession was gone. He no longer needed to long for his youth. He carried it now.

For Caleb, there was no loss. He wasn’t gone. He was Oliver—the man who had raised him, and the man he had become.

And together, they walked forward.

Not as uncle and nephew. Not as two. But as one whole, reborn.