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.
Sergio was a walking gay man’s fantasy. He was tall and muscular as fuck. Beefy could barely even begin to describe him as everything from his biceps, chest, thighs, back, and even ass were massive! He made his living off of flexing his hot body as well as fucking other beefy dudes on camera. Sergio was truly living the life many could only dream of having.
But although Sergio was living the good life, he couldn't deny that something was missing. More specifically, something about his sex life. Sergio loved his very active sex life and was more often than not satisfied after every hookup he had. Yet at the same time, Sergio found himself wanting more. He wanted something new, and he knew exactly who to contact. Kris the Kink Witch.
Sergio reached out to Kris through Twitter DMs. Kris, like Sergio, also made his living off of recording and selling the videos of his gay escapades. He was known to be one incredibly kinky motherfucker online, and he took great pride in it too- as evidenced by his self proclaimed title the Kink Witch. But unlike Sergio, Kris took a much more professional approach to his line of work. For Kris, it wasn't about pleasure, it was about money. He meant business, and he never shied away from demonstrating that fact.
Fortunately, Sergio was also pretty well-known in the online gay community. Kris recognized Sergio and responded back to him within a couple of minutes. Their conversation went as follows...
S: Hey, you're the Kink Witch right? I've got a request in mind.
K: Yo. Yeah that's me. You want to film a collab together?
S: Not at all. I was actually thinking you and I can link up and have some fun. No cameras.
K: Sorry, I don't do charity work.
S: Trust me, I don't either. I just need to have some real fun and I know someone like you can help me out with that goal. I'll pay you a good amount too if you're interested.
K: Go on, I'm listening...
Sergio and Kris went on to negotiate the deal. In exchange for a kinky night of fun, Sergio would pay Kris $2500 in cold, hard cash. However, in order to earn that money, Kris needed to get Sergio to cum and to feel real pleasure while doing it too. But before they could seal the deal, Sergio gave Kris a heads-up by saying that he had already done almost everything anyone can think of. If it wasn't something new and exciting like he wanted, then Sergio had no problem calling the deal off. Yet despite his stark warning, Kris accepted the deal without any hesitation. It slightly unnerved Sergio how confident Kris was. He was pretty sure they both had more or less the same amount of experience when it came to sex. Could Kris really know something Sergio didn't?
Regardless of the initial unease Sergio felt, it was too late to back down now. Kris was already on his way to his apartment. Sergio passed the time by doing the usual prep work of cleaning himself out, just as Kris told him to. Yet despite his best efforts to distract himself, Sergio couldn't help but wonder what Kris had in store for him.
Does this twink really think he's gonna satisfy me just by fucking me? Ha! I've already taken on plenty of men, there's nothing new he can do there!
Sergio chuckled at his own thoughts. His curiosity was making his mind run wild. Luckily it didn't take much longer for Kris to arrive. He showed up at the entrance of the building and Sergio buzzed him in. Sergio then welcomed the young man into his home, and although he was excited to hook up, he couldn't help but wonder if he was in over his head by hiring some 20 something year old dude with messy hair and a dirty hoodie.
"Alright, you ready?" Kris said as he began to strip down to nothing but his underwear.
"Yeah, do you wanna go-"
"Wrong answer," Kris interrupted Sergio. "I'll excuse the first mistake but you'll only address me as Sir, Daddy, or Papi from here on out. Got it?"
Sergio was thrown off by how to-the-point Kris was but decided to just ignore it.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy, now whip out your cock. Get hard too,"
Sergio did as he was told. Kris did the same. Sergio was impressed with Kris' member. It was long and hairy with some decent girth too. Although his was definitely longer, Sergio's cock was the thicker one. They were both hung, Sergio like a bull and Kris like a horse. Once they were both erect, Kris reached down to his pants. He pulled out two rings out of the back pocket, one gold and one silver. He put the gold ring on, then handed the silver cock ring to Sergio.
"Put this on, then on the count of 3, twist it to the right."
Sergio held the cock ring in his hand. The silver hue of the ring almost seemed to glimmer under the light. He hesitated putting it on. It definitely wasn't the first time he wore a cock ring, but Sergio got an inexplicable feeling telling him that he shouldn't put it on. Kris noticed his hesitation right away.
"C'mon, don't be shy, put it on!" Kris said firmly. Sergio looked up and met his gaze but didn't say anything. A moment of silence passed, then Kris sighed.
"Look man, you paid me to do a job and I plan to deliver. You trust me, right?"
Kris seemed slightly more empathetic now. It was just enough to make Sergio trust him. Sergio nodded, then proceeded to put on the ring. He placed it on the tip of his dick and slid it down to the base of his rock hard member.
"Alright, ready? 1... 2... 3!!!"
Sergio and Kris then twisted their cock rings to the right at the same time. The moment they did, a wave of orgasmic sensations hit their bodies, causing them to throw their heads back with pleasure.
"UURRGGGHHHHH!!!" They both moaned obscenely loudly.
Sergio's vision blurred as he felt the wave of pleasure overtake him. His body trembled as the ring grew tighter around his cock, making it engorged. Then suddenly, Sergio became extremely lightheaded. He could feel his very soul leaving his body. As his soul stepped out of its vessel, Sergio lost all physical feeling as he became nothing but a mass of light. He looked ahead and saw the same had happened to Kris. Both of their souls had just stepped out of their bodies!
Sergio was mind blown by what he was seeing. But before he could even react, his soul began moving on its own. His soul was floating towards Kris' body. At the same time, Kris was floating towards his body. During the brief moment they passed each other, Sergio could've sworn he saw Kris smirking. His soul continued its march towards Kris' body, and as soon as it made contact, it began sinking into the soulless body. Sergio's soul aligned with its new vessel within seconds. Every single cell of Kris' was invaded by Sergio's soul, and he could feel ecstasy wash over him as his soon-to-be new body surrended itself to his control. Once it was done, Sergio immediately felt the difference as he longer possessed his jacked, beefy body but instead a hairy twink like Kris.
"Arghh fuckk.. what the fuck..." Sergio said with his new voice. All of the extraordinary sensations he just experienced made him fall to the ground. While he was busy trying to recover, he could see his body moving out of the corner of his eyes.
"Bro look at these fucking pecs! These are some massive slabs of meat on your chest!!"
Sergio watched as Kris bounced and groped his pecs with shameless joy. Slowly but surely, while Kris was enjoying himself, Sergio came back to his senses. He sat up, then kneeled down onto his knees. Well, Sergio was mostly back to his senses anyway. The sight of seeing a burly man play his own chest was filling him with lust. The only thing on Sergio's mind was how to best worship and please his master.
Kris noticed Sergio was basically drooling and smirked.
"What's the matter, you want something?" Kris stripped down naked, then bounced his pecs again. Sergio nodded his head vigorously. "Then ask for it, tell Daddy what you want."
"I want milk Daddy..." Sergio said with bated breath and dilated pupils. "Please, Sir, let me worship your beautiful pecs!"
"Good boy," Kris put his thumb on Sergio's chin and flicked it down, leaving his mouth hanging open with his tongue out. "Now show your Daddy what you can do with that mouth."
As soon as he heard he got permission, Sergio couldn't contain himself anymore and pounced onto Kris. He immediately planted his mouth on one of Kris' nipples and began suckling away while Kris enjoyed getting serviced. He was smirking all the while. His plan had gone off perfectly; the cock rings switched their bodies! That was the kink Kris had planned for Sergio, and he knew it would be the fun night he could've never predicted. After all, nobody knew how literal his title of Kink Witch was. But while Sergio was aware that they switched bodies, there was one little detail Kris kept to himself. Both rings would allow a body swap, but only the gold one would let the user retain their original personality. Because Sergio used the silver cock ring, his soul was forced to absorb Kris' hidden total sub personality when it took over his body. It might still be Sergio in mind and spirit, but it was now Kris in personality. With Kris possessing Sergio's muscular body with his mind still intact, the conditions were now set for him to complete the request Sergio made.
"FUCK yeah, just like that!" Kris moaned. He could feel as Sergio alternated between licking, sucking, and flicking his nipple with his tongue. His warm mouth felt amazing against his sensitive nipples. Kris pressed Sergio's face down into his chest. Sergio let out a muffled groan of pleasure as he motorboated Kris. They were both having the time of their lives, filling the room with their sensual moans.
Kris let Sergio worship his chest for a while longer before moving onto the next phases. Within the span of the next half hour, they made out passionately and intensely. Kris stuck his tongue inside Sergio's mouth as they grinded their bodies together, sharing their body heat together. Kris then began moving his mouth down Sergio's body, covering his neck and torso with hickies as he bit and sucked on his body. All while Kris had his middle finger firmly set inside Sergio's ass, massaging his hole and making him squirm while he claimed him as his sub.
Then, before the final act, Kris tore Sergio off his body. He had a hand wrapped around his throat, lightly choking the panting young man. Sergio's eyes were lit with an intense lust, begging and desperate for more. Kris smiled internally. He had him right where he wanted him.
"Fuck, Boy!! You really know how to please your Master, I wanna give you a reward... Are you ready? Are you ready for Daddy's present for his favorite sub?"
Sergio whispered "yes Sir, please Sir." Kris then pulled out a couple more things he brought and gave them to Sergio, who put them on enthusiastically.
Sergio laid there with his ass perked up. Kris came up from behind and laid his big, strong hands on Sergio's perky cheeks. He massaged him first, letting Sergio's bubble butt jiggle in his hands for a bit. He then spread his cheeks apart and leaned down to stick his tongue deep inside his ass.
"Nghh..." Sergio groaned. He could feel Kris' tongue swirl and flick around inside of him and it. Felt. AMAZING.
Kris ate Sergio out for a while, making sure his ass was nice, wet, and ready for his girthy cock. Once he had enough of using his tongue, Kris got back up and positioned himself just above Sergio. He let his dick rest in between his cheeks and moved it up and down, making Sergio squirm in anticipation. Then, with a wide grin on his face, Kris stuck his dick inside of Sergio. He let out a silent "fuck..." as he watched his cock head penetrate his bound up sub. He thrusted slowly, letting inch by inch of his fat member disappear into Sergio's hole. Kris was proud of his tight and warm hole, and now he finally got a chance to fuck himself in a very literal way. He waited a bit to let Sergio's wall expand to accommodate his dick, then began pounding away at him.
Loud obscene moans, guttural groans, and boorish grunts filled the room as the two men fucked. Kris found the perfect rhythm to move his hips, fucking Sergio like he was a jackhammer. Sergio closed his eyes as he took the dicking down like a champ. Somewhere in the back of his head was the vague memory that he and Kris had switched bodies. The thought of getting fucked by his own body made his pleasure increase tenfold. It was his own cock stretching out his hole and rearranging his insides. It was a strange thought, but Sergio didn't care. All he could think about was how he was Daddy's personal fleshlight and how much he was loving servicing a big, strong man like Daddy.
They fucked for a while longer until Kris couldn't hold his load in any longer. He pulled out, flipped Sergio over, tore off the jockstrap, then stuck his cock back on.
"C'MON! CUM FOR ME! COVER ME WITH YOUR- FUCKKKKK!!!!"
Kris finished mid sentence. He rammed his throbbing dick deep inside Sergio and let out all of his loads inside of him. Hearing Kris' satisfied groaning as he cummed along with the sensation of getting filled with his seed made Sergio shootout ropes of warm jizz all over. Within seconds, they had both become incredibly sweaty, potently musky, and drenched in Sergio's spunk. Sergio got his walk on the wild side and Kris completed his job.
Once they cooled down and cleaned up, Sergio collapsed onto his bed. Aside from the mind blowing sex, he was also exhausted by swapping bodies. He was a first time swapper after all, it was only natural.
But just before he could drift away into a deep sleep, he noticed Kris was still moving around with his body.
"Hey... what are you doing?"
"Daddy's gonna go have a night out with his bros. Don't worry about it, just go to sleep."
Kris hopped into bed with Sergio. He kissed him on the forehead, snuggled with him, and watched as he fell asleep in his embrace. Sergio was way too tired to question it, and Kris was glad. Kris then hopped out of bed and let Sergio rest inside his body while he went out to complete his next assignment: find a hairy, muscle bear with a big ass. Now it was his turn to bottom, and although Sergio woke up the next morning not knowing where Master was with his body, he had no problem patiently and eagerly waiting until Daddy returned home.
My boyfriend has been really insecure in the bedroom recently, even though he's doing a good job. I also know he likes big, hairy, mature men, so any chance you could make me into a gentle daddy dom so I can tell him what a good job he's doing?
Hmhm, that sounds like something I could do alright! Always here to help people feel their love for daddies.
You knew your boyfriend would be having a long day at work, so it was the perfect time to prepare him a nice little lovey-dovey evening, a candle lit dinner with some nice music in the background. Although you didn't really know how to cook beyond the basics, you knew you wanted to go further for him.
Going to the window to get some fresh air, dreaming about how much you loved your boyfriend, you looked up at the night sky. The stars were shining especially bright tonight. And suddenly, a shooting star passed. You didn't know if it was really there or if you imagined it, but a second passing soon after confirmed it. And hey, not believing in magic doesn't prevent one from wishing, eh?
After throwing together a hasardous wish, you decided it was finally time to start preparing dinner. You didn't really know what to cook yet, but maybe you could just figure something out on the spot.
As you opened the fridge, looking for inspiration, your eyes drifted to one of the beers you had in store. You never really liked it — they were mostly here for your boyfriend or for whenever you two invited people over — but tonight, the idea of drinking one felt particularly refreshing. Maybe it finally grew on you, you thought without asking too many questions. You grabbed one and cracked it open, sipping it before getting to work, feeling energised as ever.
However, that newly developed taste for beer would not remain the only new thing for long — not that you would ever realise it, of course. Something else occur as your opened a cabinet and noticed a jar on the top shelf. Now, you weren't exactly short, but you weren't the tallest person around either. But as you tried to reach it, you found yourself struggling less and less to reach it. At some point, you even wondered how you, a 6'5" something giant, ever struggled with such a reach.
But of course, jars were a pain in the butt to open sometimes, and this one was no exception. So what did your now tall body do? Grow muscles, of course! Even for a task as mundane as opening a jar, your entire body went into overdrive. You could feel your muscles getting pumped, just like after a workout. Because you work out regularly, right? Right. Your chest rose with every breath, without falling back as down as it started. Heck, you even bounced them a bit, proud of the results of such dedication. But such flexing didn't go without consequences: with loud rips and tears, you quickly found yourself standing amidst shreds of your former outfit. Well, those clothes were too small for you anyway, it was hopeless to try them on.
Even though you were busy cooking with your stove on, being naked like that might get you cold, as confirmed by the quick breeze brushing past. But don't worry; quickly enough, a wave of warmth rushed over you, every single square centimetre of your skin itching in an oddly pleasurable way. It started small, only a few timid hairs between your massive pecs, but soon enough your entire torso, front and back, ended up covered in soft, silky hair. You could even feel it creep up higher and higher, up to your neck, until it reached your chin. Rubbing it dreamily, you felt your chin soon sprout a short trimmed beard.
Despite your reveries and admiration of your own body, you found yourself done with the cooking already. Good job! Now that you were done with it, your eyes drifted around, and you noticed the beer that you had first started but never even finished. With a smirk, though, that was a job quickly done: the bottle looked small in your large, manly hand, and downing it only took a gulp.
It wasn't much, but you felt a burp start to accumulate within your stomach and throat. And as you let it out, a wave of pleasure so intense that it made you moan a little washed over you. With it, you couldn't notice it, but your coat of body hair lightened in colour, going from your former deep brown to a salt and pepper, your beard quickly following. Even your hairline went along, receding ever so slightly, leaving some room for fresh new wrinkles.
Gosh, you were so hard right now. You couldn't wait for your man to finally get home, you'd be sure to give him more than just a good dinner.
@jw-ripley I cannot tell you how many times me and jw have had some fun with the chronivac. He’s inspired some really intense RPs inside of me. I feel it’s only fair that I share the concept for one of them because of how great a story it is. I have him to thank for a lot of fun nights filled with the most unique kind of role reversals!
Two handsome looking athletes walk down the beach into an average looking apartment complex. “Damn. Now that was a fun chronivac adventure Freddy!” said Bart as the two re-entered their apartment. “That’s such an understatement! We were two of the hottest football jocks on the field! And we actually got to play! Not to mention all that fooling around that we did in the lockers afterwards!” Freddy said, chanting a mile a minute in excitement. “Damn how could I forget. I know we altered reality, but my ass still feels sore after that hard fucking you gave me kid!” As they entered their forms began to shift back to normal. Bart, into his slightly overweight and 5’11 frame, and Freddy into his 5’3 and lean form.
The two men laughed. They were an unexpected pair for sure. It was sheer luck that they were compatible roommates, and even dumber luck that they stumbled upon an unused chronivac when a misplaced package got delivered to their doorstep.
Bart the taller guy in his early 30s was hesitant to open it, meanwhile Freddy in his early 20s took out a switchblade and dug into the package immediately! Since then the two have had loads of adventures being different people and fucking in different places!
“Remember how nervous you were the first time I used the chronivac?” Bart said to Freddy as he made dinner. “You’d be scared too if a beam of light hit you and you grew a foot in height! I wasn’t used to being 6’6 so quick!” The two laughed in unison. Bart’s lower voice easily drowning out Freddy’s higher laugh. “But it lead to so much fun after that especially when…. Freddy. What are you doing?” Bart put his hands on his hips and looked at the young man with a pretend look of disappointment.
“Damn it Bart… you know me too well.” Freddy conceded as he took his hands away from the chronivac on the counter. Bart just shook his head. “Look. Kid. I know it’s tempting, but we still don’t know how that thing works. I mean sure it’s a lot of fun, which is why we use it every weekend. But we can’t live in those forms we change into. Who knows what could happen.
Freddy just pouted and walked to his room without a word, leaving Bart to sigh alone in the kitchen. He knew the kid meant well, but he had to learn that he was still young and had plenty of time to live his life without the dangers of that machine. Soon Bart went to bed as well. He could’ve sworn he heard a few footsteps in the kitchen later, but he was sure it was nothing.
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Bart yawned. It was a bit of a high sigh, rather than a yawn, but that’s how it always sounded, ever since his 18th birthday a few weeks ago!
He could hear the sound of breakfast being made and as he opened the door he grinned. Of course Fred was making his famous scrambled eggs and bacon. It was a simple breakfast, but coming from such a big hunk of a man, he couldn’t resist. He did a few pull ups on their balcony workout equipment and raced outside to see his big roommate.
“Morning Barty,” Fred smirked, his deep deep voice causing their penthouse apartment to shake. He was tossing a football as usual and Barty could not get enough of that man’s voice! When they’d first met, Barty thought he was so lucky! I mean what are the chances that a professional NFL linebacker needed a roommate during his first year at college! Since then he’s felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Especially when they found the chronivac. Barty was too nervous to touch the thing but brave Fred immediately figured out what it was!
“What’s got you all stoic kid?” Fred said, sidling up his large body against Bart’s stereotypical twink like form. His hairy chest was radiating heat with each breath, and it let out the most manly of musks “Just thinking about how we first met, and how awesome that I’ve got a big strong man like you to take care of you. I’m so jealous! You didn’t even need that stupid machine to get as big as you did or to become the youngest or biggest pro in the NFL! I’m just sooo lucky!” With those last words Barty stood up and kissed his huge boyfriend.
Barty laughed at the stunned expression that was on Fred’s face. It wasn’t like they didn’t kiss each other every morning, what was his deal? But Fred’s shock was so much that he stumbled backwards, knocking a bunch of things from the counter, and fell to the floor. There was a loud cracking sound, and then a look of horror on his face.
The two looked down as Fred lifted his massive body, and saw the ruined remains of the chronivac! “No! No! No!” said the burly football player as he fell to his knees and did his best to repair the damage. “Come on Fred! It’ll be all right. Who needs that thing anyway?” Barty said trying to comfort the large man who was now uncharacteristically sobbing. “You don’t understand! This was just supposed to be for one morning! Now I’m stuck like this… this… jock! And you! You’re not even old enough to drink yet!” Barty rolled his eyes. “Rub it in why don’t you. And also you’re not making any sense. “You’ve been a jock since you were still in college! What’s that have to do with the chronivac? We just used it to travel and try on different clothes.”
A spark from the ruined machine caused another pulse and the two men grabbed their heads. Fred said in a more bro like voice. “Fuck man… this is gonna be tough shit to figure out later.” Meanwhile Bart’s memories were returning as he opened his eyes he was face to face with one of Fred’s massive pecs. “Freddy!” he growled in his high voice!
He freezes me into place as he takes control of the Chronivac and changed himself to his liking while changing me back to my original look. Once finished, he said to me
“With a single tap on this pad and poof bro, you’ll be my bitch. I will always be the same hot hunk like this while you will be my roommate-turned-faggot that will completely obeying my order. Your new life is literally one click away,”
Then he stared back at the screen and change me a little bit as I can feel my dick getting longer and my ass getting more bubbly
“Gonna make you the perfect himbo,” as I can heard the sound of my IQ being dropped in the Chronivac app
“Just perfect,”
As he clicked the pad, I closed my eyes yet when I heard the screaming voice of myself, that’s when I chuckled
“The fuck with the noise, faggot?”
He quickly kneeled down on my feet as his submissiveness seeped into his mind
“Do you think I’ll be that stupid to install Chronivac and left it on the open space for faggot like you to use? I’m the Master, I’m definitely way smarter than you. You must’ve not realize the settings I put into the Chronivac forbid everyone unless me, indicated by the fingerprint of mine, can do the transformation. If the fingerprint is not mine, any effect directed towards me will backlash to the user, just like you, stupid faggot,”
Story exchange for @collegenerdtojock as directed by @thegreatstoryteller. Enjoy bro
When I found out that my best friend had managed to get a hold of a chronivac I ran to his house as fast as I could. Could you image the things we would be able to do now we had the power to warp reality around us. The two of us would be literally gods! I am just so happy that he decided to tell me, it would have been so easy for him to have changed himself and reality, leaving me with no knowledge at all of him as my friend.
When I approached his house I quickly ran in and up the stairs, his mother was never really home being a single parent she spend most of her time working, so I didn't need to worry about knocking, I burst into his room to see him sitting at his desk.
"Dad what have I told you about coming into my room without knocking" he said, quickly closing down what was on his computer screen. I had a sense of awkwardness and pride as I looked at my son.
"Sorry son" I said with a laugh, "Just came to see if you were ready for our daily gym session?" I flex my large biceps, as I thought back to when I was my sons age. Fuck that was 20 years ago now that I was 38, and I looked good for it.
"Of course dad, just have to finished something up and I'll be down" my son said as I left the room, closing the door behind me. I was so proud of my son, and the two of us were really close as well, we were each others best friend, so much so that I think that I am his age. I always laugh at that thought, no way some College freshman is my size, but my son is quickly catching up!
We’d been together for two years and he was always the cute, energetic 19-year-old, a lean, boyish face, messy brown hair, always joking about how he’d “never get old.” I loved him like crazy, but a dark little fantasy kept growing in the back of my mind. I wanted to see him bigger. Older. More… man.
So I used it. The same reality-warping app I swore I’d never touch again after I made myself into a jock in school. I set the parameters carefully: make him 20 years older, give him the body of a veteran rugby player who’s spent years smashing into other big men on the pitch. More muscle, more hair, more weight. A proper daddy build. And I made sure he wouldn’t notice the change to him, it would feel like he’d always been this way.
I hit confirm while he was in the shower.
The sounds that came from the bathroom were filthy. Deep groans, wet slapping skin, his voice cracking and then dropping lower and lower until it was a rich, gravelly baritone. When the door finally opened, my jaw dropped.
He stepped out completely naked, water still dripping down his thick, hairy chest. He’d ballooned. His once-smooth torso was now covered in dense dark hair that trailed down over a solid, rounded muscle gut. His shoulders were massive and rounded, arms thick and powerful, legs like tree trunks. His face had aged beautifully: sharper jaw, crow’s feet, a receding hairline that left him with a perfectly smooth, shiny bald head. He looked like a proper 39-year-old rugby beast.
“Alright babe?” he rumbled, voice sending shivers down my spine. To him, nothing was different. This was just another Sunday.
We went to the park for the usual touch rugby game with our mates. Except now he was one of the biggest guys on the pitch. The way he ran, the way he tackled, the way his heavy, hairy body slammed into others… it was intoxicating. After the game we all collapsed on the grass, laughing, covered in sweat and grass stains.
That’s when a friend took the photo.
There he is, my boyfriend, now my big, bald, hairy rugby daddy and I, lounging on the grass with a plastic cup of beer in his meaty hand. His thick, furry chest is on full display, belly rounding out as he leans back, striped socks pulled up his powerful calves. He’s smiling that same cheeky smile, completely oblivious that just a few hours ago he was a smooth, skinny 19-year-old.
He caught me staring and grinned wider, reaching over to squeeze my thigh with one big, calloused hand.
“Oi, you alright? You’ve been looking at me funny all day,” he chuckled, voice deep and warm.
I swallowed hard, feeling myself get hard again just looking at the thick hair swirling around his nipples, the way his belly moved when he laughed, the sheer mass of him.
If only he knew.
He took another swig of beer, completely at home in his new older, heavier body, while I sat there secretly throbbing at the knowledge that I’d stolen twenty years from him without him ever realising.
And the worst part?
I already wanted to make him even bigger and older.
"How much longer is this gonna take?" Ethan shifted, pretending to look interested. He had an exam coming up and a hundred places he’d rather be, but the man across from him only grew more animated by the second.
"So we came up with our slogan, 'Be PrEPared.'" The man practically beamed. "The boys in marketing really outdid themselves, don't you think?"
"Yeah..." Ethan caught his mind wandering and forced a smile. "I'm happy to be involved. I think population health is undervalued."
"Preach, babe." The man snapped his fingers.
Ethan grinned internally. The guy was eating out of his hand, and Ethan knew it wasn't just his answers. From the tone to blatantly checking him out, this guy fit every gay stereotype Ethan knew. What could he say? The gays loved him.
"But enough about me," the man laughed, leaning forward. "Tell me about you, hun. Why join our campaign?"
Ethan’s smile widened. He could tell the truth: he didn't give a shit about population health. He wanted a cushy specialty, and residency directors liked well-rounded resumes.
"Well, I think this is a great opportunity to support..." Ethan trailed off as the man raised a skeptical eyebrow. "...support marginalized groups. Happy to help de-stigmatize this stuff."
The man stared, then broke into a grin. "Oh my God, you're adorable."
Ethan let out an awkward chuckle. "That's a first." When the silence stretched into uncomfortable territory, he leaned in. "Look, I'd be good at this. Promise you won't regret bringing me on board."
The man tapped a finger against his chin. "Hmmm..." Really? Had this guy even looked at his résumé? This wasn't exactly a difficult decision, "Who would you prescribe PrEP to?" He finally asked.
"Uh…" Ethan wasn't expecting that. "Guys who sleep around, I guess." He paused, catching himself. "You know what I mean. Gay guys. Men who have sex with men."
"And would you use PrEP?"
"Uh, no." The answer shot out too quickly. The man’s eyebrow climbed, "I mean, I'm not the target demographic," Ethan corrected with a nervous laugh. "Nothing against it, but I'm not looking for sex with other men."
The man studied him for a beat, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, Ethan, I think we're gonna get along just fine."
"So that's a yes?"
"Oh, babe. That's absolutely a yes."
The tension left Ethan's shoulders. Perfect. One more line for the application. "Awesome. I appreciate the opportunity."
"We're excited to have you." The man reached beneath his desk and pulled out a small BePRePared tote bag. "Take this, hun."
"What's in it?"
"Everything you'll need for tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
The man's grin somehow widened. "Don't you worry. We'll be in touch."
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"That took longer than I thought." Ethan returned to his apartment, tossed the BePRePared tote bag onto the couch, and sat at his desk to study, "Fuck, I'm behind."
He stared at his digital flashcards, trying to prepare his best for his upcoming exam. But the text blurred. He blinked and stared at the card.
"What the hell?" He knew the answer to this, or at least he did yesterday. A suffocating brain fog rolled over him, as a dull ache started behind his eyes. His mind went completely blank, "Am I getting sick?"
Shoving himself away from the desk, he ran his hands through his hair. His neat trim felt dense, curling thickly between his fingers. He paused and ran his hand through his hair again, slower this time.
"How...?" Suddenly, the room tilted and sweat broke out across Ethan’s forehead, his joints throbbed, "Shit..." He couldn't afford to get sick, not when he had his first gig with BePrEPared tomorrow. The thought made him stop, "What am I thinking? Must be the fever... fucking with my head... Need water..."
He stumbled toward the kitchen and reached for a glass, barely noticing the fabric of his sleeve straining against his growing bicep. He quickly chugged his water, and froze when he wiped his chin. There was thick, rough stubble there. As if he hadn't shaved in a week.
"Fevers can... cause... hallucinations." He reasoned, although his thoughts were coming slower now, "Need... sleep..."
The room spun and his temperature spiked as he stumbled over towards the couch. He weakly pulled his scrub top off and threw it aside, his palms brushing through the thick, dark mat of body hair sprouting across his chest. But he barely recognized any of this, as his vision blurred and body grew weaker. He grabbed the tote bag on the couch and dropped it to the ground, the contents spilling out.
"What the fuck is this?" Ethan muttered, his voice dropping an octave, settling deeper. He felt a surge of irritation. This was a joke. They couldn't be serious. He was a medical student, for God's sake, not a...
Yet, as he stared at the blue speedo, his mind drifted to thinking about the happy, muscular campaign ambassadors he remembered seeing on the website. No exams. No residency stress. Just having fun and being noticed.
"Must be nice..." He fell onto the couch, and wiped sweat away from his forehead, "Fuck..." He smiled weakly, "I bet I’d look good in that Speedo." he thought.
He blinked, horrified by his own thought. Where had that come from? He shook his head, trying to clear the fog, but the movement only triggered a vicious wave of nausea.
"This isn't… a normal virus," he muttered. The words felt clumsy on his tongue, "Something's... wrong... with me..."
Ethan's hands drifted across his torso, tangling in the growing, dense dark body hair that was spreading now across his stomach. Beneath the coarse mat, his pectorals had swollen into heavy, solid shelves of muscle, hard and burning to the touch. He squeezed his own chest, a delirious, breathless laugh escaping him as his thumb traced over a newly sensitive, hyper-reactive nipple. He pinched it, and a sharp, slutty jolt of pure pleasure shot straight to his groin.
"Fuck," Ethan groaned, "Fuck... fuck... fuck..."
The room was spinning now and he was starting to see things that he knew shouldn't be there. He saw Joshua, sitting and smirking in the corner of the room.
"You're... not here." He slurred, "Leave me... alone..."
He closed his eyes tightly, and the hallucination of Joshua blurred and shifted. He was suddenly surrounded by nameless men crowding over the couch. He could feel them. Their heavy, rugged palms gripping his broadened shoulders, rough fingers digging greedily into his newly full, heavy ass, squeezing his thickening muscles. With a grunt, he flipped onto his stomach, and arched his ass.
"Ah... fuck..." Ethan groaned, drool leaking from his mouth. He whimpered as he felt something press against his exposed hole, "Pl...Please..."
His hand slithered past the tight elastic of his boxers, wrapping around a cock that was longer, thicker, and harder than it had ever been. He began to pump it in a frantic, heavy rhythm, his muscular thighs flexing with every stroke. He didn't care about the exam. He didn't care about residency. He just wanted to be a dumb, hot object. He wanted to be used.
“Would you use PrEP, babe?” Joshua’s voice echoed in his head.
"Wh-why... would... I?" Ethan moaned, "I'm... not... Oh... fuck..." He gagged suddenly as he felt the heavy pressure of a thick cock pushing deep into his throat, stretching his jaw and cutting off his breath, while another massive, rigid shaft slammed brutally up his ass, "Th... this isn't... real..." He thought, even as his jaw ached.
Every thrust of the thick, veiny shaft plugging his throat made his eyes water as he gagged. Simultaneously, he felt his ass being stretched wider as the skin-on-skin pounding drove his lower body forward, burying his face deeper into the cushions with each wet, heavy slap.
“What’s the doctor word for... not breathing?” he tried to ask himself, “Can't... think of it. Mind... fuzzy. So heavy.”
The ambient hum of his laptop fan and the quiet of the night vanished, completely replaced by a deep, thumping electronic base that vibrated directly through the cushions beneath his chest. His brain couldn't quite process the switch. Even the clinical definitions of auditory hallucinations felt too distant, too complicated to grasp.
“Music?” Ethan thought, his cognitive processing slowing to a crawl. “Music... nice... feels good...”
Even the scent of the room was suddenly different. A thick, heavy cloud of cologne, raw male sweat, and latex filled his lungs with every desperate, choking gasp.
“Smells... good,” the simple thought drifted lazily through his mind, “Warm. Thick. Smells like... men. Sex."
He let out a choked gasp as the cock went deeper down his throat. Panicking with what little logical faculty he had left, Ethan whipped his hands upward, fully intending to push away whatever hallucination was blocking his airway and clamping his jaw open.
“Get it out... need to study... am a doctor...”
But instead of empty air, his palms connected firmly with hot, sweaty flesh. The solid, moving hips of a man rhythmically thrusting down his throat.
“No... Wha...? Not a dream? Real. Big. So big. In my mouth. Up my ass.”
He reached out desperately, trying to find leverage, but instead his thicker palms and fingers clamped directly around two pulsing, rigid cocks. His broadened shoulders flexed automatically as his palms wrapped tight, his fingers squeezing the thick shafts as he began to stroke them in a frantic, heavy rhythm. His body knew exactly what to do, even if his brain could no longer define it.
“Stroke them... make them feel good,” his dumbed-down thoughts hummed, completely content to abandon his studies. “Good boy. Do what they want. Just a hot object.”
The thumping music grew louder, accompanied by the rapid, rhythmic click-whir of a professional camera shutter and deep, masculine groans of approval close to his ears.
"Look at him take it," a deep, gravelly voice chuckled right above him. "The new guy's an absolute natural."
Flash. Flash.
An intense, blinding glare of white-hot light penetrated right through his closed eyelids. The searing heat radiating against his skin wasn't a fever spike anymore; it was the burning warmth of professional studio lighting hanging directly overhead.
Ethan’s eyes snapped open.
He wasn't in his apartment. No, he was pinned face-down on a leather sofa in the center of a roaring photography studio. He could see his reflection in a mirror. Bulkier, hairier... sexier... sporting a toy stethoscope over his hair-covered chest and a tiny blue Speedo that was completely soaked through.
"Oh my gawd..." He thought, eyes watering.
A tall, rugged model stood over him, holding Ethan's face up by a tight fist in his thick, curly hair as he slid deep into Ethan’s throat. Behind him, a massive, tatted model was burying himself ruthlessly into Ethan’s expanded, aching glutes, slamming his hips forward with a heavy, wet slap. To his left and right, two more models leaned over the couch, grinning down at him as Ethan’s large, rough hands rapidly pumped them.
"Fuck... where'd you find this guy?"
Ethan's eyes were wide now, but the panic he expected to feel never came. His mind was too beautifully empty, too saturated with testosterone and pleasure. Board scores, residency applications, the endless stress of his old life...
“I’m the PrEP boy,” his thoughts drifted, “Dumb... hot... please... use me.”
"Keep going, hun, you're doing amazing," Joshua called out over the music, gesturing to the lens. "So, let's hear it for the campaign! Would you use PrEP?"
The thick cock down his throat pulled out with a wet pop, a line of drool running down his heavy, stubbled chin. He looked straight into the camera lens, his mind completely wiped of medical terminology. None of that mattered anymore. He was a BePRePared model. He was beautiful, he was being used, and he loved it.
"Y-Yes..." Ethan gasped out, his voice a deep, thoroughly broken baritone. His hips gave a desperate, simple twitch against the man behind him. "Yes... God, yes..."
The photographer grinned, clicking the shutter rapidly. "Perfect! That's the money shot!"
With a final, shattering surge of friction, the man behind him buried himself to the hilt, releasing deep inside him. Simultaneously, the model in front of him painted Ethan's face and thick, hairy chest, while the two men in his hands blew their loads over his fingers. And Ethan's own massive, leaking cock throbbed and fired a heavy stream into his tight, blue speedo.
"So good..." He moaned, falling back onto the couch and looking up at the other models with a dumb, happy grin, "More…?" he slurred, a thick bead of drool tracking down his chin and mixing with the man's seed. "More… please… use me more…"
"Don't you worry." Joshua patted him on the shoulder, while the other models chuckled, "You're our star now, Ethan. We've got plenty of work lined up for you." He nodded over at the photographer.
"Next shoot is in twenty minutes, boys," the photographer called out, adjusting his lens with a grin. "Clean him up just enough to do it all over again."
Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!
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The elves are bustling in the workshop, no time to slack.
But look! It seems they’ve gifted you with your own Chronivac!
Staring at the new app on his phone, Ethan debated whether he should even bother opening it. When the Advent app showed the download progress, the young man initially panicked, assuming it was some virus or something infecting his phone. It would be just his luck for something to go wrong this close to the holidays. But instead, the app chimed once the download was complete, a new app appearing next to the calendar app on his phone's home screen.
Chronivac
It had a sleek and straightforward design, with a name that didn't give him much information about what it did. And for a while, Ethan was debating with himself about whether or not this was worth opening. But curiosity overtook his sense of logic, and he carefully opened it up.
Welcome to your free trial of Chronivac— your one-stop shop for making all your dreams come true!
Your free trial has begun now. You have access to Chronivac's premium features for 24 hours, or for one subject.
Take a photo to begin!
The app's eager and exciting wording didn't give Ethan much confidence, and Ethan had more questions than answers. But even as he tapped around, the app didn't let him swipe away from the camera screen. It seemed insistent for him to take a photo of something—or rather, someone, given the humanoid outline in the center of the camera screen.
As he deliberated over taking a selfie of himself, Ethan was interrupted by his sister's boyfriend peeking into the room. The young man flinched in surprise, only staring up wide-eyed at the other man.
"Whoa, sorry there, bud. Didn't mean to scare ya," Noel said with a laugh as he gestured towards the hallway behind him. "Hannah and I were just going to watch a movie and take a dip in the hot tub before dinner, if you wanted to join."
Ethan, still clutching his phone to his chest, only shook his head carefully. "Ah, I… I might join in a bit," he said cautiously, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly after being so startled. Why was he even so jumpy? It wasn't like he was doing anything wrong. "Actually, I was trying to figure out something on my phone. I think the camera's acting up. You mind if I take a photo or something, to make sure it's working properly?" he asked innocently as he showed the back of his phone towards Noel. If the Chronivac app was asking him for a photo of a person, he could do a simple test run with someone,
"Yeah, sure. Need me to do any special pose or anything?" Noel chuckled as he stepped further into Ethan's room.
Shaking his head, Ethan snapped a quick photo of the other man, only noting that the app seemed to accept the image. A loading screen appeared, carefully scanning the image with a progress bar tracking its status. "Nah, it just was glitching earlier. Just making sure I don't have to get a new phone," he said with a laugh as he gave Noel a thumbs up. "Thanks for that, man. I'm gonna try to figure this out. If y'all are still out there after, I'll join!"
Noel nodded in response, stepping away to find Ethan's sister so that they could enjoy the evening's activities. In the meantime, the phone processed the picture, displaying a new screen with various menus and layouts for the young man to explore.
Image analysis complete. Pulling up body scan…
On his screen, Ethan could see a clear and detailed outline of Noel. He let out a low whistle to himself as he scrolled through the results. It was surprising how much the app was able to capture with just an image, including Noel's age, race, height, and weight. But as he scrolled down the list, he raised a brow at other qualifiers, such as personality traits, sexuality, and even more explicit things like cock size and ass size. Blushing as he scrolled back up to the top, Ethan couldn't help but wonder about how advanced AI must have come with being accurate in scanning that sort of information from just one image. He assumed it must have made some accurate guesses about the non-physical traits, but Ethan wondered why anyone would want an app like this. What was the point in gathering all this information?
As he scrolled back up to the top, Ethan blinked as he saw a few checkboxes unmarked at the moment. Reading through them carefully, the young man tapped through them without thinking clearly.
Make the user aware of changes?
Make the subject aware of changes?
Make others aware of changes?
Ethan decided to toggle the first two on, figuring that the app was asking for some compliance conditions, or terms of conditions. Leaving the last one blank, Ethan wasn't sure what "others" meant, but he didn't exactly feel thrilled about sending his information to random people. Turning his attention back to the rest of the list once more, he began to read it through in greater detail. Surprisingly, Ethan found that he was able to edit and change the values that the scan had shown him. He hummed in amusement, figuring that this was a way for users to change any inputs in case the scan was incorrect. The young man concluded that this must be some weight loss app or something to track body shape. However, why it needed information about a person's personality or sexuality wasn't something he thought too deeply about.
He glanced over the sections about Noel's weight, height, and body type. Ethan hadn't bothered asking, but the information seemed right enough. Still, a stray thought wriggled into his mind, out of pure curiosity and entertainment. If he could input the correct data if the scan were wrong, then why couldn't he put in some incorrect data if the scan was right? It wasn't as if anyone would see this information anyway; he had left that checkbox unchecked. And this was just a silly trial app for him to have some fun with, anyway. Tapping through the numbers, he began to increase Noel's height and weight, making the other man several inches taller and gaining several more pounds. Ethan also changed his body type from ectomorph to mesomorph, figuring that the app would understand his intentions about fantasizing about Noel as a bigger, beefier man.
After confirming the changes, Ethan stepped out of his room with his phone in hand. He could still make it in time to join Hannah and Noel for their movie night or hot tub excursion, whichever one they chose to do. He was stopped, however, by the sounds of a frantic Noel talking to his sister from her bedroom. Stopping by, Ethan carefully knocked on the door, pushing it in slightly. "Everything okay in here, sis?" What he saw, however, made him stop in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise.
Towering over his sister, Noel stood there, having packed on several pounds of muscle. In fact, the other man was lifting his shirt, pointing at his abs, while his pecs bounced with his movement. Hannah, for the most part, seemed relatively confused, holding her swimsuit in one hand as she listened to Noel's frantic words. "Ah, hey Ethan! Noel's freaking out to me about him being bigger and stuff, but I was trying to tell him that I see all the hard work he's been putting in at the gym," she said with a tired sigh. "I feel like I tell him this every day, but it's like he doesn't believe me. Anyway, do you mind if he uses your bathroom and room to change? I gotta put on my swimsuit, and he's—"
"Don't say I'm freaking out!" Noel said with a panicked tone in his voice, gesturing towards his beefy body. He stared at Hannah as if she had grown two heads. "You gotta see that something's wrong! I wasn't this big before! I literally had like, no muscles or anything! I wasn't even this tall; I think I have to go to the hospital or something," he stammered, the rising fear making his voice waver. The beefy man turned to look over at Ethan, gesturing towards his shirtless, muscular frame. Ethan did his best not to drool at the delicious sight. "Ethan! Do you see that there's something wrong with me? I literally saw you like a few seconds ago!"
Ethan, despite his initial shock, did his best to maintain his composure as his eyes roamed over Noel's new frame. From what he could see, everything that he had put in the app seemed to reflect on the man standing before him. But changing things in the app shouldn't affect how people were in real life, right? It was a wild idea even to consider. Still, Ethan decided to play along, pretending to be oblivious to what was going on.
"Not… particularly? I mean, I agree with Hannah? You're definitely looking more pumped from you working out at the gym," he said slowly, his brows furrowing as he pretended to be confused as to Noel's outburst.
The other man spluttered in response, half-ready to go into another rant, before Hannah grabbed him by his wrist and carefully led him over to the doorway. She cast an apologetic gaze at Ethan, as if to signal, 'See what I'm dealing with?' Clearing her throat, she all but pushed the two men out. "I'll see you downstairs, babe! Go get dressed for the hot tub!"
Ethan stared up at Noel as the other man seemed stunned at the closed door, only offering up a sympathetic smile as he tilted his head towards his own bedroom. "C'mon. Better not keep her waiting; you know how much she hates that."
Noel sighed as he followed after Ethan obediently, only gesturing towards his larger frame in an attempt to explain what was going on still. "I didn't have muscles, man. Like, pecs that bounce? Six-pack abs? I've never even gone to the gym in my life!"
Idly glancing at his phone as though he were bored with listening to the other man's rants, Ethan casually scrolled down towards the text bar labeled 'Occupation.' In the box, he saw Noel's job as a financial analyst. It was no wonder that the other man didn't have time to go to the gym. Still, Ethan decided to help alleviate this mental confusion by changing the occupation to 'Fitness Influencer / Personal Trainer' instead.
"Really, man? I would think you spend almost all your time in the gym, Noel," Ethan said slyly as he carefully changed apps over towards Instagram. Searching through Noel's personal account, he watched as the other man's profile became flooded with various reels and posts about nutrition, training workouts, and Noel posing for different photo shoots. Ethan also watched with amusement as the account's number of followers skyrocketed, with thousands of new people following Noel's page for fitness advice, his hot new body, or both.
"See? You don't have to pretend with me," Ethan remarked as he showed the taller man his phone while they stepped into his bedroom. "We all know you put in hard work. And what is it that you say? 'People always have to start from somewhere.'"
Noel stared at the screen, showing his Instagram profile, and gawked at the sheer number of followers on the page. He also flicked through the feed, his eyes taking in the numerous fitness reels and photoshoots he had taken of himself. "N-No way… But that's not— I didn't do that. I don't do that. I mean, I do, but— I was an analyst before," he murmured to himself as he stepped into the bedroom.
Ethan shrugged as he took his phone back, closing the Instagram app and pulling up the Chronivac trial instead. "Yeah, before you decided to quit and pursue a career as a fitness influencer instead. You were so proud about it when you told Hannah, remember?" he lied as he gestured for Noel to get changed. "I'm gonna head down to the hot tub. I'll see you and Hannah in a bit," he said plainly, only closing the door to let Noel stew in his own physical changes for a moment.
Giddy with excitement over the power that the app held, Ethan began flicking through the other options. Did this mean he could change his sister's boyfriend's race? Age? What would Noel look like as a hot, Indian daddy? If he were to take on the role of CEO, would Noel suddenly become rich and powerful? Ethan wondered what the limits and restrictions were when it came to messing around on the app as he made his way towards the back patio. The options were endless, and he had unlimited power at his fingertips.
He was still staring at his phone screen eagerly as he thought through what he could do to Noel, even as both Hannah and Noel joined him at the hot tub. He hadn't even noticed the two of them talking, only glancing up as his sister poked him in the leg. "Earth to Ethan!" Hannah said with a laugh, rolling her eyes. "You have your eyes stuck on that screen again. I bet you didn't even hear anything we said, did you?" she teased as she saw Ethan's face flush a brilliant red out of embarrassment. "Figures. You know, I would have thought it was Victor who would be addicted to social media. I guess he's too busy lifting weights at the gym to think about anything else, though," Hannah teased as she carefully climbed out of the hot tub. "I'm gonna head in to shower. You mind if Noel uses your bathroom again?"
Ethan glanced over at the other man, sitting in the bubbling water with a dazed expression. He shook his head at his sister, only watching as Hannah walked back into the house. The young man glanced over at Noel, raising a brow at him curiously. "You feelin' alright, man? You're not still freaked out or anything, are you?"
The young man did his best to hide his smirk as he watched Noel slowly shake his head, amused that the other man was still very clearly struggling with the changes. Still, Ethan was having too much fun seeing Noel freak out, and he applied a new change to make the other man 'Hairy' instead of 'Smooth.' "Good, I thought you were going to freak out at me all over again about how you didn't have hair before or something like that," Ethan teased as he watched Noel's heavy pecs grow a nice pelt of hair. It was slightly matted with the hot tub water clinging to the extra fur, only accentuating the dark patches of hair that covered Noel's chest and pits. The young man swallowed thickly as he savored the hairiness spread over the other man's face, giving his jawline a thick and enviable beard that required a routine to maintain.
"W-Wha–? What the hell? Why am I so itchy? Where'd all this hair come from?!" Noel exclaimed as he shot out of the hot tub, the water dripping down his deliciously beefy body as he examined himself once more.
Chuckling to himself as he swung his feet over the side of the hot tub, Ethan pretended to roll his eyes at Noel in mock annoyance. "Ha. Ha. Very funny, Noel. I was making a joke, you know. No need to get all worked up about it if you didn't find it funny." The young man strolled back into the house, pretending to ignore Noel's exclamations and splutters of surprise as the other man followed after him. Whatever excuses or explanations Noel had this time to justify his previously smooth body, Ethan chose to ignore them promptly. Instead, he led them back up towards his bedroom, offering the other man a towel as he pointed him towards the bathroom. "Feel free to shower first. Hannah's probably waiting for you whenever you're done," he said with a hum.
Once the other man had finally made his way into the bathroom, Ethan hummed as he opened up the Chronivac app once more. The app's features were too much fun! He could mold Noel into whoever he wanted! Of course, the constant confusion and panic that came with each change were starting to become less interesting for the young man, and he figured that Noel would have a much easier time accepting his changes if he didn't realize what was going on. Perhaps it was better for Noel to believe that he had always been like this.
Swiping down to the personality box, the young man changed the traits from 'Silly,' 'Agreeable,' and 'Empathetic' to 'Cocky,' 'Dominant,' and 'Swaggering.' He also decided to go all the way for once, sliding Noel's sexuality from 'Heterosexual' down the scale towards 'Homosexual.' While Ethan didn't want to go all the way, he did want the other man to be more open towards his own advances. It was, of course, wrong for the young man to be lusting after his sister's boyfriend. But then again, Ethan had turned the other man into such a bona fide, beefy hunk; shouldn't he have a little fun too? He didn't want Hannah to break up with Noel, and if no one was the wiser about how the boyfriend used to be, then Ethan didn't exactly see the harm.
On that note, Ethan had also decided to slide the scale up on Noel's cock size and girth. While the other man was decently endowed to begin with, the young man figured he could have some fun with something thick and heavy. Something about seeing Noel's fat cock pressed up against the tight compression pants in his workout reels made Ethan's own member twitch with need, and he figured he was helping the influencer gain some more followers for the future. After finalizing the changes, he made sure to check the box that made Noel unaware of such changes, before casting his phone aside onto his bed. He would have more time later to experiment further. For now, Ethan had a throbbing boner in his swim shorts that needed some attention. Carefully knocking as he opened the bathroom door, he noted that Noel had left it unlocked as he moved towards the running shower.
Ethan carefully stepped out of his wet shorts, boldly walking into the shower without warning. While the young man had been used to Noel freaking out for the better part of the evening, the muscular man only turned around with a knowing and teasing smirk on his lips this time around. He licked his lips as he eyed Ethan's naked body, only placing a firm hand onto the other's shoulders. Noel carefully pushed the young man down to his knees, letting Ethan kneel before the heavy, swinging cock between his thighs. The young man shuddered as he took in the several inches he added to the twitching member, only groaning as he felt the bigger man guide the fat pipe along his face.
"I was wondering when you were gonna hop in," Noel said with a low, husky voice as he smirked at Ethan. "It's crazy; even though I'm dating your sister, a slutty little boy like you just can't seem to hide how badly he wants me to fuck him. You're just so thirsty for this fat cock, aren't you? Just hoping that I would bend you over and slam every last inch into you while your sister sleeps in the room next door?" Noel paused, only groaning as he let the flared head of cock slip past Ethan's lips. "Fuck yeah… Drink it up, you dirty little slut. I bet it was your idea for me to shower in your room, so that you could stare at my body with your pervy little eyes."
The blush coloring the young man's cheeks only told the fitness influencer all he needed to know. Noel let out a sharp, barking laugh as he ran his fingers through Ethan's wet hair. "Don't worry, baby. I'm grateful there's at least one needy whore in this family who's eager for me to fuck him silly. I would be lying if I said I didn't think about ramming this cock down your throat, making you choke and gag on it while you worshiped my big body. All this muscle deserves some proper worship, and if I'm not getting it from your sister, then I might as well get it from her little homo brother."
Staring down at Ethan with wolfish, lustful eyes, Noel bounced his pecs and raised his arms in a firm flex. The larger man purred as he took in the younger man's needy eyes, eagerly feasting upon the way his girlfriend's younger brother's mouth wrapped around the fat girth of his cock. Fuck, even Hannah didn't feast on his cock and give him blowjobs as needily as Ethan. Noel chuckled as he brought one hand down towards the back of Ethan's head, guiding a few more inches down into the younger man's throat.
"Fuuuck yeah, just like that… Slurp it up, you little whore. You were so eager to get a taste of what a real man is like, weren't you? Just staring at me in the hot tub with those hungry little eyes. It's a surprise your sister didn't see how bad you were lusting after me."
Noel chuckled as he heard the sloppy, wet gagging noise from the other man as he stuffed another few inches down. With his hand on the back of the other's head, Noel kept Ethan steady so that he couldn't pull away. The jock reached down with his other hand, smacking the side of the younger man's face when a low moan spilled out.
"Shhh… You'd better keep quiet, slut. You wouldn't want your sister hearing about how her pervy little brother is gagging on her boyfriend's cock now, would you? Be a good, quiet, little boy, and I might come by later at night to fuck that tight ass of yours," Noel growled, only grinning once more as he heard the other's little whimper of need and acceptance.
Amidst the wet and sloppy noises that spilled out from the rough face fucking in the bathroom, there was a soft chime from Ethan's phone on his bed. The screen lit up as a notification appeared, the bright light indicating a new message from his apps. There was a simple notification from Chronivac, appearing for just a moment as the app uninstalled itself from his device.
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Hey, does anyone in this sub have any experience reverting bodily modification spells? I called some girl at the bar a fugly bitch and said that I was way out of her league, so she cast some spells and now I’m some kind of freaky manslut. I grew to 6’4 and my muscles are now fucking huge, I could probably crush some heads with my biceps and probably some melons with my thighs. My cock is now freakishly large and I’m so so so so FUCKING horny all the time I can’t even think straight, probably because she made me gay too. No guy can take this log without going to the ER so I just have to jerk it hourly. Every piece of clothing I wear now is either super short of super tight, so I just look like an attention whore all the time. Need help ASAP, if not to reverse the changes just to milk my dick. THX in advance
(Original story posted July 14th 2024) Minor corrections and edits
This story is a sequel to Coming Home by @tf-lover Go read his caption if you haven’t already!
It’d been a couple of days since I tried on Richard’s ‘special’ underwear from lifecorp. The transformation had finally worn off, returning me to my boring old female form. I didn’t hate being a woman of course. I never had. But that feeling of being a massive bulky man with a thick cock had been intoxicating on so many levels. It was the exact same feeling Richard had described. That said, I still couldn’t believe it when he told me he used to be a woman as well. He’d played the part of being a man so flawlessly since the day we met. I can’t blame him for getting addicted to that new body though. Especially after experiencing what it’s like for myself.
We'd talked at length about getting another pair of underwear for me from LifeCorp. One with my own custom body built into it and everything so that we wouldn’t be twins this time. Not that we hadn’t enjoyed being identical hunks. It was actually hot as fuck to stare at one another knowing that we were identical in every way. Unfortunately it wouldn’t be easy to explain if people saw us kissing and holding hands out in public.
“Okay so this is the site I bought the underwear from…” Richard said as he pulled up an old tab from the history on his laptop. “I came across it after seeing an advertisement and I was just too intrigued to ignore it.” He scrolled through the site a little, passing by all sorts of crazy options and sub sections that talked about nanotechnology and bodysuits. But he stopped once he reached the section about transformative clothing. I could only assume it used the same nanotech the site had been advertising. A few more clicks and we found ourselves at a ‘customise your body’ page where Richard handed me the reins.
On the screen there was a 3D model of a nude man that looked almost frighteningly realistic. He was very average looking to begin with but thankfully there were tons of editing options. Some options were broad while others were very specific. I could alter the height, structure, ethnicity, weight, hair, facial features, muscles and so much more. Everything was customisable. It sort of reminded me of the sims but with even more detail. To the point where Richard eventually just left me to it as I spent the next god knows how many hours customising my new body. Trying out every option I could find and seeing what changed. You could even make mental alterations as well. Small changes to the way your brain works in order to alter your attitude and the way you think. You could even change the things you find interest in and what hobbies you enjoy. You could even choose your sexuality! The amount of control I had over my new self only continued to blow me away at every step.
When I was finally finished I leaned back in my chair to admire my work. I looked at the body I’d created for myself with pride. I double checked almost anything to make sure there wasn’t anything else I wanted to add or change. Once I was certain, I saved all the changes and applied them to my custom body. From there all I had to do was select an article of clothing for my new body to be attached to and naturally I picked a pair of boxer briefs just like Richard. The site said that the transformation would linger for a few days after removing the clothing as I was already well aware. Pretty convenient for being able to wash them, take showers and have sex without worrying about turning back to normal.
Before I knew it I’d completed all the steps. With that done I paid the money and my order from LifeCorp was being prepared!
I didn’t show Richard my new body on the site because I wanted it to be a surprise. Going off what he’d divulged these last few days about his preferences in men, I was sure my new male body was gonna drive him crazy.
When the package finally arrived I couldn’t have been more ecstatic. I was the only one home at the time which gave me the perfect opportunity to try it out before Richard got back. And that’s exactly what I did. Ripping open the package like an animal until I got to my new underwear that was sealed in an airtight bag. Chills ran across my body as I unsealed the bag and pulled out the pristine boxer briefs. They looked big, just like Richard’s. I knew they’d fit me perfectly soon enough though…
I undressed and before long I was slipping the boxers up my slim feminine legs until they fit loosely around my waist. I was afraid they’d just slide down if I let go. But it wouldn’t be a problem for long as seconds later the boxers started to do their thing. I could already feel that familiar stream of energy flowing through my body.
It started the same way as before with an aching sensation that spread from head to toe. It wasn’t long after that my feminine features started to recede. My breasts being the most obvious as they deflated into a flat chest with smaller nipples while my form started to lose its female shape. My voice shifted up an octave or two as my face started to look a little less womanly. Soon enough I looked pretty androgynous. Riding the line between male and female to the point where it’d be hard for most people to slot me into a category. But I knew there was more to come
I low whimper escaped my lips as my body continued to shift further towards the masculine side of the spectrum. My height increase was one of the most noticeable things at first. Not just my limbs but my torso as well all began to lengthen. Pushing my former 5”7 statue up and up until I grew past 6 feet and reached an impressive 6”3. At the same time I could feel my hands and feet growing larger to compensate for everything else that was about to come.
It was only then that I noticed my hair retracting fast just like it had the first time I became a man. Those long brunette locks receded back into my scalp until I was left with a short fashionable men’s cut. In contrast to that however, facial hair sprouted across my jaw once again in a neat and well trimmed style that certainly gave my face a more manly edge. A look that was only further emphasised as my facial structure shifted away from the androgynous look and more towards rugged masculinity. As my looks became sharper, losing any kind of feminine softness I might’ve had left.
Only then did I let out a sudden grunt. It was as if I’d just been sucker punched in the gut. The sound that escaped my mouth was deep and hoarse but I was more focused on the way my pussy pulsed to register it. I knew exactly what was coming. My reproductive system began rearranging itself starting with my ovaries transforming inside me. Shifting around until another involuntary groan escaped my lips. I bit my lip as a large sack pushed its way out of my vagina, hanging heavily with two large testicles that were eager to pump my system full of testosterone. I could already feel the folds of my pussy starting to seal up but before they could finish, a small little cock head pushed its way through just above my new balls. And as the final traces of my vagina faded from existence, my new dick throbbed and grew until it was a thick healthy size that any man would be proud of. Perfect for stretching tight holes and blowing thick loads.
By now I was already a fully fledged cisgender man in every sense. Even more so as a subtle layer of body hair swept across my legs and forearms. However I still knew this was far from over.
There was a small pause in the transformation that allowed me to catch my breath but it didn’t last long. Soon enough almost every muscle in my body was consumed by a mix of icy cold and burning hot sensations that would’ve been excruciating in theory yet all I felt was an odd mix of discomfort and delight. Having gone through this once already, I recognised all the sensations as they came. Already I recognised this as the feeling of my muscle fibres breaking down and rejuvenating over and over again at an incomprehensible speed. Cramming years worth of intense training into a matter of minutes and the results were quickly beginning to show.
My chest began to protrude once more but this time with solid muscle instead of fat as it formed into a strong pair of pecs. My shoulders and traps thickened with wide muscle that would only serve to enhance the look of my broadening back. A helpless grin splashed across my manly face as I watched my biceps and triceps balloon with powerful mass that would bulge at the slightest movement with my forearms quickly following suit. Though I couldn’t help gritting my teeth slightly as a solid set of abs cobbled themselves onto my stomach with grace. All the while I could feel my glutes thickening into a tight hefty jock butt behind me that I just knew Richard was going to adore. And of course I couldn’t forget my legs as my thighs grew so thick that even if it weren’t for my new cock and balls I’d still be forced to man spread from now on. My calves certainly weren’t left out of the fun either as they bulked up to a thick rounded size that’d leave any man jealous. And just like that I’d been granted the physique of a gym god! Thick manly muscle from head to toe.
I started to flex almost immediately out of sheer glee. “God I missed this…” were the first words to come out of my mouth in this sexy new baritone voice of mine. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what it’d been like to have Richard’s big burly body since I changed back. I've been craving it. Dreaming about it every night up until now. The wait for getting my own pair of transformative underwear had been grueling to say the least but it was well worth it. Especially as I posed in all my male bodybuilder glory. I could hardly stop myself from groping every inch of this new form.
“And I definitely missed this.” I added while tugging open the front of my briefs to get a look at my new junk. Slipping a hand inside to get a shameless squeeze of my new man meat and cradle my balls a little. I’d found that oddly satisfying when I’d been using my husband's body. I’d wondered if it was just something his form enjoyed but I could now confirm that it was just a male thing that cradling your balls felt weirdly soothing.
From there I did pretty much everything you could think of in the short amount of time I had before Richard came home. Feeling every damn ridge of muscle across my new body. Checking out my muscle ass in the mirror. Playing with my new cock a little. Just for fun I tried on a pair of Richard’s big ass white socks that would have swamped my feet before. I couldn’t help feeling a little giddy when they wrapped around my new feet, nice and snug. I even slipped one of his hats on for a laugh and I had to admit it kinda suited me. I was gonna try on some more of his clothes when I heard his car pulling up in the driveway so instead I made a dash for the kitchen where I stood waiting as if everything was normal.
“Hey babe I’m ho-ohhh what the fuck!?” Richard blurted out, eyes wide when he caught sight of me. I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he quickly realised that I wasn’t some random stranger in his house. “Wait… Alison? Is that you??” He asked, a hesitant smile tugging at his lips.
“It’s Alex now bro.” I responded with a cocky smirk in return, the jock bro attitude I’d installed with the mental changes had started shining through already. “My briefs from LifeCorp arrived earlier today and I couldn’t help myself dude. I just had to try these babies on and fuuuuuuck I feel amazing!” I tossed up my right arm in a powerful bicep flex before leaning in to kiss the muscle. “Barely been able to keep my hands off these guns.” I chuckled before sauntering up to Richard confidently.
“Woah. You uhhhh definitely made a great body for yourself… babe.” Richard gulped as I placed my hands on his waist. Even though we weren’t twins this time, I still felt just as huge and powerful as him which was a rush all on its own.
“You know I did baby.” I pressed my lips against his confidently, savouring that sweet feeling of our beards rubbing together. “Never felt fucking better!”
Richard’s face was already glowing red. “I can tell you messed around with those mental settings a little as well huh.” He stated, having quickly picked up on my dramatic change in tone and attitude.
“Ohhhhh yeah bro. Changed my speech up a little. Added a lust for fitness. Even knocked a couple points off my IQ because who the fuck needs to be smart when you can just be fucking swole! All the knowledge I need is gym knowledge dude.” I spouted. Of course I hadn’t made myself as dumb as brick, though I was tempted. Just enough to give off that authentic dumb gym bro vibe was all. And I was loving every second.
Without a second of hesitation I reached down and squeezed my husband's fat ass. “That said… I’m dying for a workout.”
“Oh yeah?” Richard blushed as our hard bulges rubbed together. “You uhhh… wanna head down to the gym and get a good sweat on?”
“Abso-fucking-lutly bro.” I gave Richard’s ass a hard smack, feeling it jiggle beneath my hand. “And after that the two of us can head into one of the private shower cubicles where I can get a good dick workout on that fat ass of yours.” I snarled. Part of me wanting to just rip his clothes off now and slam my cock inside of him. God I loved having a dick even if it meant fucking was all I could think about half the time.
“Sounds like a plan bro.” He said somewhat teasingly as he went off to get changed and grab me some of his gym clothes for me to borrow. I could already tell our lives were going to be a hell of a lot better this way. Maybe one day we’ll have to hit LifeCorp up again to see if there’s a way to make these transformations truly permanent.
This was inspired by a similar story, I’d give credit if I knew who the author was on that one, sorry! – CAIN
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My once annoying and cruel chubby older brother stood there now before me as a prime example of young male power. I actually made him into this young god you see before you…
Why would I do something so nice for a brother who regularly beat me up and harassed me? Well, for revenge and because I could get away with it. See, our granddad left me a special magical stone, a wishing stone as he explained in the letter to me – saying that as long as I hold the stone, any wish I desire will come true. I didn’t believe it at first, so I figured I’d test it on my older brother just in case.
My first wish was a simple one, for him to follow my every order and command. And when he’d done all my chores for me, I knew it had to be real! And from that point, my perverted revenge soaked mind went into overdrive…
Several wishes later now, he is this handsome fit muscular teen god, showing his amazing body for my own personal enjoyment. He is perfectly submissive and fully compliant at this point, and he is giving me a full flex show as I jack off on the bed watching him enjoy all the new muscles and handsome face I’ve given him. I order him to strip nude, which he does without a second thought, showing me his fairly average dick. I hold up the stone and he smiles a big dumb smile, knowing I am about to improve him even further. He enjoys my improvements, because he knows I enjoy these improvements – and as I wished, making me happy makes him happy.
We both watch his groin as his dick grows double in size and his balls likewise balloon in proportion. He looks up and me with the largest smile ever and thanks me profusely.
“Thank you little bro! You are the best little bro ever! I love all these improvements! I love you so much!” He says with his now deeper dumb jock voice.
I smirk at him and hold my own hard cock in one hand and wag it at him, “Yeah? Come show your little bro how much you love him then.”
Oh and he certainly did! I’d been a virgin all through high school, being the skinny nerdy kind of guy I was, so this being my first time – well, it was really something else! And the way he rode my hard cock, taking it like a champ and grinning like a dumb muscle slut the entire time, with his own massive hard cock slapping against my flat stomach with every bounce and thrust – Well, I’m just glad our parents were out of town for the week as wild as we got!
I finally released my load deep into my improved older brother and he shot a massive load that soaked not only my pale skinny chest, but a substantial portion of the bedding around us as well as hitting the headboard in several places.
He leaned down on top of me, causing his fresh cum to coat both of our bodies, and as he made out with me like a pro, he said, “Thank you little bro! Thank you for making me so perfect! Thank you for making me the perfect jock slut to please you! I love you so much and I will always do anything to please you little bro!”
I smirked at that, feeling my dick start to harden once more still deep in that tight muscle ass. But then I got to thinking… He is perfect, isn’t he? And I haven’t bothered to use this stone yet on myself, being too caught up in sculpting my spiteful loser older brother into something far better – why should he have all the fun?
I reach over to the bedside table, grabbing the stone again. His eyes light up and a bright smile crosses his face, “Yes! You’re going to make me even better aren’t you little bro? I want to be better to please you – Please make me better little bro!”
And as I held the stone tightly, I made my wish looking deep into his gorgeous eyes and model perfect face, “I wish you and I would swap bodies.” I saw the look of shock on his face for one second before I blinked and found myself looking down at… myself!
I felt all down my new perfect teen jock muscles, those huge arms, those massive pecs, and those beautiful ripped abs. I even felt my new cock (it’s even bigger from this perspective!) begin to harden once more. I lean back to stroke it and, forgetting I still had my old cock lodged deep in my tight new muscular ass, I feel it hit just the right spot and my mind just clouds over and I begin to feel the most intense pleasure coursing through this fit new body I created.
I open my eyes again and look down at the old me and smile, I can’t help it, he’s so cute and I love his cock in my ass! I begin to bounce on it again, making sure every thrust hits my good spot and brings him the sort of pleasure he deserves. I love him with all my heart, and I only exist to bring him pleasure.
“Yeah, that’s right, keep that shit up – Make your little bro happy…” He says to me, the way he says it just turns me on even more and I use his hard cock to fuck myself again and again.
…If my little bro is happy, then I’m happy!
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I’m a Latino twink and I just got accepted into Alpha Delta Alpha but my fraternity brothers have been acting weird around me and I’ve overheard them talking about their “lost brother” and how something is “an abomination and needs to be fixed” there’s a party tonight and they’ve lent me some clothes I don’t want to wear them in case it’s some kind of prank
“Are you all fuckin’ serious?” Garrett Thompson cursed angrily, “Bros, what the actual fuck were you thinkin’?
“Dude, we tried our best!” One of his bros replied.
“Yeah! It wasn’t fuckin’ easy, bro.”
Garrett groaned and rubbed his temples. How could this be happening? How could... He figured it must’ve started at last year’s rager. One day, he’s a party animal. Lady’s man. Campus stud. Fuck, he lived quite the life. Then suddenly he’s a ghost. Some kind of accident. Total tragedy. Trapped between this world and the next. Just wandering around campus. Unseen, unheard, and worst of all- unable to get off. Months passed and as he wandered the frat house...
“Yooo bruh...” Jamie saw him, his eyes red from smoking weed, “Garrett is that you? So good to see you man.”
After months of not being seen, Garrett couldn’t believe it. Of course the stoner bro would make first contact. And Jaime- all too willing to delve into the occult- quickly started doing his research. Telling the other frat bros about Garrett.
“Dudes, hear me out.” Jaime slurred one night, “I know how to bring Garrett back.”
Garrett watched their plan unfold. Jaime rambling about some kind of magic and finding the perfect vessel. They would need some kind of anchor for Garrett’s spirit. He watched as they rummaged through old bins in their frat house and found his old jersey and clothes. Apparently getting some poor dumbass to wear his clothes would be all he needed to rejoin the living. But then things stalled. No one wanted to join Alpha Delta Alpha after Garrett’s accident. And no one wanted to wear some dead guy’s clothes. So, Garrett started to lose hope. Until...
“No fuckin’ way.” Garrett had thought when he saw you join the frat, “Bros!” He tried to yell, “You can’t let some fairy join! Dudes!”
But it was too late. When you joined, the frat was clearly uncomfortable. You weren’t exactly their ideal applicant. Lean and gay, you were certainly a first for Alpha Delta Alpha. And if the plan failed... well they’d be stuck with you... But it wasn’t just that. Some felt uncomfortable with the true purpose of you joining. Jaime’s plan was seen as an abomination by a few of them. But you largely ignored both the weird feelings you got and strange conversations you’d overhear tidbits of. Besides, they were your brothers.
And so when they came to you with some old clothes and told you to wear them, you did just that. After some initial hesitation, you stripped and picked up a jock strap. It was dirty, and carried a stale smell of sweat and cum. You cringed as you slowly pulled it up your legs, securing it around your cock and bubble butt.
“Fuck yeah.” Garrett said, watching you from the corner of the room. He grinned as he floated over and placed a hand on your cock, his eyes widening. It was brief, but he could actually feel the cloth of the jockstrap.
You turned to inspect the other clothes, shifting uncomfortably at the sensation from your dick. Your tan cock started to lighten in color, becoming white with a thick, pink head. And as your bubble butt lost its padding and became thick with muscle, your cock started to grow. Inch after inch, it eventually settled on 5 inches soft. But you barely noticed these initial changes as you pulled up the basketball shorts. As they traversed your legs, the melanin in your skin broke down, turning your legs white. But it wasn’t just your skin that was changing. A forest of wiry leg hairs burst forth into existence, covering your now increasingly muscular calves and thighs. And as the shorts settled on your waist, you let out a moan.
“Fuck, he’s really enjoin’ this.” Garrett mumbled, watching as your muscular ass made contact with the bed, “Of course he is. Becomin’ a real fuckin’ man.” He grinned and sat next to you. His ghostly hand on your leg, “It’s basically jerking off.” He reassured himself as he wrapped his hand around your new cock.
You let out a moan as your cock hardened and bulged in your pants. You were always a bottom, rarely caring much about your cock. But now? Fuckkkkkkk.... It felt so good. Your mouth was agape, drool pooling as pleasure overwhelmed your brain. You hadn’t felt pleasure like this since you bottomed last. And in your haze, you looked down to see a hand. A ghostly hand.
“What?” Your eyes widened when you saw Garrett, “Oh fuck!”
Garrett pulled his hand away, “Dude! Shit! You can see me?” He could see the terror in your eyes, that only seemed to grow when he noticed his legs, “Okay, bruh... just chill.”
“No, no, no!” You say, “I...I...!”
“Stop fuckin’ talking and put the shirt on, bro.” Garrett insists, “Dude...” He grinned as he floated over to you, “I know you want this.” His hand rubbed up against the bulge in your pants, “You and me bro. Together. Come on.”
You bite your lip and resist letting out another moan. What the fuck was happening to you? What were these clothes doing to you? Did you want this? It would be nice, right? Would it? What would happen if you put the shirt on? You barely notice that the skin of your torso is becoming whiter. And your muscles are starting to expand. As you consider the possibility of becoming Garrett completely, your body is already moving in that direction. Before you can think more on this, Garrett’s ghost seemingly starts to sink into your body. His eyes are wide at first, he grins as he realizes he's being anchored.
“Wait...” You watch as your arm moves against your will and grabs the jersey, “Ohhhhhhhh....” You moan as your other hand grips your cock and starts to stroke.
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and gasp. You look more and more like an Americanized Latino jock. Far from the twink you had been. And you cry out as the jersey is lowered onto your upper body. And as it settles into place, you groan. Muscles expand rapidly, filling out the jersey nicely. Your pecs become shelves- far from the lean musculature that got you compliments from all those tops. Your abs pop into existence, one by one. And you watch as your arms become a beefy mass of ripped triceps and biceps. Bulging with just slight movements. The strength flowing through you is so unfamiliar. So different. So...
“Fuck yeah bruh.” The words leave your lips without any input from your brain. The voice deep and dumb, “Dude, it feels so fuckin’ good to be alive.” You feel as your calloused hands roam your muscles, squeezing your pecs, “Nighty, nighty.”
And you feel yourself fading. Your mind wrapped warmly in thoughts of beer, football, and videogames. God, you couldn't wait to see your team play again. To grind up against someone at the club. What a life you were going to have now. A simplistic life. Garrett’s life. Your life...
Garrett grins as you settle on one identity, “Fuck....” He moans, “If dying meant doing that again...” He chuckles, “Alright, let’s...”
He strokes his cock and finds his favorite porno. Feminine moans fill the room, and Garrett breaths hard. Stroking faster- desperate. Growing frustrated as his cock softens. Not deriving the same pleasure that he used to. His mind wandering to post-game locker room showers. And his teammates' muscular bodies. And slowly, Garrett stops stroking his dick. His eyes start to widen.
“SHIT!”
Now, as he stands around his frat bros, he can’t help but wonder how he could be gay. How could Garrett Thompson, back from the dead, only want a dick up his ass? Garrett shakes his head and sighs. He couldn’t be angry at them... fuck they were so sexy. His eyes roam and he takes in their exposed muscular arms, and cocky grins. He imagines what they might be packing down there. What it might feel like to wrap his lips around their dicks. And his cock starts to stir.
“You good, bruh?”
Garrett snaps back to reality, “Yeah, yeah...” He flips them off, “You’re lucky you’re all so cute, you fuckers.”
The other bros looked at one another, sly grins forming on their faces. After all, Garrett owed them for all the trouble they went through. Right?
The old wooden sign reading “Blackthorn Lake House” still hung crookedly from the rusted iron post at the end of the long gravel driveway, half-hidden by overgrown ivy. Joey’s truck rattled over the familiar potholes as the two men drove in silence for the last stretch. It was late May, the air thick with the scent of pine, damp earth, and blooming wildflowers. Duncan stared out the passenger window, one elbow resting on the door, his expression unreadable.
“Feels weird, doesn’t it?” Joey finally said, breaking the quiet. “Coming back here after all these years.”
Duncan nodded slowly. “Fifteen years. I still remember the last summer we spent here like it was yesterday. Mum cried for weeks after we left. She couldn’t even look at the place again.”
The house emerged from the trees like a ghost from their childhood. A large, two-story Victorian-style lakeside retreat with dark timber framing, wide verandas, and tall windows that once let in endless summer light. Now the paint was faded and peeling, the shutters on the upper floor hung at odd angles, and moss clung to the roof tiles. The garden had gone wild tall grass swaying in the breeze, rose bushes grown into chaotic thickets, and the old wooden dock stretching out over the dark water of the lake like a skeletal finger.
They parked and stepped out. The evening air was cool, carrying the gentle lapping of water against the shore. Crickets had already begun their nightly chorus.
“Still standing, at least,” Joey muttered, slinging a duffel bag over his shoulder. “Your mum never sold it?”
“Couldn’t bring herself to. It’s been in the family since my great-grandfather built it. After Uncle Richard disappeared… she just locked the doors and paid someone to check on it once a year.”
They climbed the creaky porch steps. Duncan pulled out an old key that still somehow worked. The heavy oak door groaned open, releasing a rush of stale, dusty air that smelled of aged wood, old books, and faint traces of pipe tobacco that somehow never fully faded.
Inside, time had frozen. The furniture was still draped in white sheets like ghosts. Duncan pulled one off the big leather sofa in the living room, sending a cloud of dust dancing in the golden evening light filtering through the windows.
“Jesus,” Joey laughed softly, running his fingers along the carved mantelpiece. “Look at this. We used to race Matchbox cars right here. You always cheated.”
“I did not,” Duncan protested with a grin. “You just sucked at it.”
They spent the next hour exploring the ground floor together, beers in hand. Every room triggered another memory. The kitchen where they’d made disastrous pancake experiments. The hallway where they’d slid down the banister until Duncan’s mother caught them. The study lined with dark oak shelves still filled with Uncle Richard’s old travel books, maps, and strange artifacts from every corner of the world.
Eventually they made their way upstairs, footsteps echoing on the worn hardwood. The door to the attic was at the end of the corridor, half-hidden behind a tall cabinet. Duncan hesitated for a moment before opening it. Narrow stairs led up into darkness. He flicked on the old light switch. A single bare bulb hummed to life, casting long shadows across the vast, cluttered space.
The attic was exactly as they remembered it low rafters, trunks stacked high, old furniture covered in sheets, and shelves upon shelves of Uncle Richard’s souvenirs. Brass instruments, carved wooden masks, colorful textiles, strange coins, and glass bottles from distant lands.
They sat on an old Persian rug in the middle of the floor, legs stretched out, cracking open fresh beers.
“God, we were so sure we’d end up like him,” Joey said quietly, gesturing at the collection around them. “Traveling the world. No ties. Pure freedom.”
Duncan took a long sip. “Yeah. Remember how we’d play explorers up here? You’d put on that old turban and declare yourself Sultan Joey the Magnificent. I was always your loyal adventurer sidekick.”
Joey chuckled. “We swore we’d never settle down. No mortgages, no office jobs, no responsibilities. Just passports full of stamps and stories worth telling.”
A comfortable silence fell for a moment before Duncan’s voice grew heavier. “Instead, I’m turning thirty in two days with a wedding planned, a promotion that feels more like a cage, and a spare tire I can’t get rid of no matter how many times I join a gym. Kelly’s great, but… sometimes I wonder what the hell happened to us.”
Joey stared at the floor. “Tell me about it. Cynthia’s seven months pregnant. I love her. I really do. But I’m still pouring pints at The Crown six nights a week. No degree, no prospects, just scraping by. We were supposed to be different, Duncan. We had stars in our eyes.”
They talked for a long time about the girls, the jobs, the quiet disappointment that had crept into their lives like fog over the lake. The conversation eventually drifted back to Uncle Richard.
“You know… I still think about him,” Duncan said, voice low. “Mum never talks about it. The official story was that he just… vanished. Packed a bag one night in late August and was gone. No note. No body. The police investigated for months but found nothing. Some people thought he ran off with a woman. Others said suicide. But we both know that wasn’t him.”
Joey nodded slowly. “He was the happiest person I’ve ever met. Always laughing, always planning the next trip. Remember that scar on his arm he said came from a camel bite in Morocco? Or the way he’d tell stories about getting lost in the souks of Marrakech? Who would have thought this would be his last trip…”
Duncan stood up and walked over to a particular shelf. He picked up a small, ornate oil lamp made of aged brass with intricate oriental patterns sitting on a dusty box. It looked remarkably clean compared to everything else in the attic.
"This was his favorite piece,” Duncan murmured. “He told us once that it was special. Said it had… history.” He turned it over in his hands. “Funny. After he disappeared, Mum wanted everything cleared out, but she couldn’t touch this room. Said it felt like he was still here.”
What Duncan didn’t know what no one in the family had ever known was the truth. Uncle Richard had indeed found this lamp years earlier during one of his travels. He had become its master. He had made his wishes. And when the Genie had finished granting them in his own cruel, creative way, Richard had been transformed and rewritten into a new life far from this one. The Genie had neatly erased him from this world, leaving only mystery and grief behind. The lamp had returned here, waiting patiently for the next pair of dreamers.
Joey stood up and joined him, taking the lamp gently. “Crazy to think we used to rub this thing as kids, hoping a genie would pop out and take us on adventures.” He rubbed his thumb across the surface absentmindedly while continuing to speak. “Imagine if it actually worked. We could fix everything. Get our old bodies back. Have the careers we should have had. Live the life we always talked about.”
He tossed the lamp lightly to Duncan. “Your turn to make a wish, birthday boy.”
Duncan caught it with a laugh and rubbed it as well, playing along. “Yeah, sure. Three wishes to turn our boring lives into something legendary.”
The moment his fingers completed the second rub, the lamp began to vibrate.
At first it was subtle a faint tremor. Then it grew stronger. Duncan frowned. “Joey… it’s getting warm.”
Joey stepped closer. “What do you mean warm? Let me see…”
Suddenly the brass grew scalding hot. Duncan cried out in shock and pain. “Fuck! It’s burning me!” He tried to drop it, but for a terrifying second his fingers seemed stuck to the metal. Joey grabbed at it instinctively to help, and searing pain shot through both their palms.
They finally managed to fling the lamp to the floor. It clattered loudly against the wooden boards. Both men staggered back, clutching their hands. Their palms were bright red, already blistering, the skin looking raw and angry. The pain was intense, throbbing in time with their racing heartbeats.
“Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?!” Joey gasped; teeth gritted. Tears of pain pricked at the corners of his eyes. “It felt like molten iron!”
Duncan was breathing hard, staring at the lamp on the floor. Thick purple smoke had begun to leak from its spout, swirling unnaturally, rising and twisting in deliberate patterns. The air in the attic grew heavy, charged, as if the temperature itself had shifted.
The smoke thickened, coalescing, taking shape.
A tall, powerfully muscled figure began to form bronzed skin, bare chest, sheer blue silk pants. The Genie’s eyes opened, glowing faintly, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.
The two friends stood frozen, pain and terror mixing as they stared at the impossible being now standing before them in the dusty attic.
The Genie tilted his head slightly, regarding their burned hands with mock sympathy. He raised one finger as if to say “wait,” and the purple smoke around him stirred again.
Then, very slowly, he began to move toward them.
The Genie stood before them in the dimly lit attic, towering and impossibly real. He was easily six and a half feet tall, with broad, powerfully sculpted shoulders and a chest that looked carved from warm bronze. His skin glowed with a healthy, sun-kissed tone. The only clothing, he wore was a pair of sheer blue silk pants that hung low on his narrow hips, the fabric so thin it revealed the heavy outline of his cock and balls with every subtle shift of his body. A faint, exotic scent of sandalwood, spice, and something electric filled the air.
Joey and Duncan pressed back against an old trunk, hearts hammering. Their burned hands throbbed with fierce pain.
“This isn’t real,” Joey whispered, voice shaking. “This can’t be real. Duncan, tell me this is some kind of fucked-up hallucination.”
Duncan couldn’t tear his eyes away from the being. “If it is, we’re both having it.”
The Genie’s lips curved into a slow, amused smile. His eyes a deep, piercing amber studied them with predatory interest. “Fear not, Masters. I mean you no immediate harm.” His voice was rich, cultured, with a faint accent that seemed to shift between languages. “You rubbed the lamp together. You freed me together. Therefore, you share three wishes. No more. No less.”
He took one graceful step forward. Joey flinched.
“Stay back!” Duncan shouted, cradling his blistered right hand against his chest. The pain was excruciating, like someone had pressed a hot iron into his palm. Blisters were already forming. Joey’s hand looked just as bad.
The Genie tilted his head, clearly enjoying their terror. “Such small injuries… and yet you tremble. How fragile humans are.” He raised his right hand slowly, deliberately, fingers spread. Purple smoke began to drift lazily from his fingertips. “Allow me to demonstrate my sincerity.”
Joey’s breathing quickened. “Don’t touch us! We don’t want anything from you!”
But the Genie ignored him. The smoke drifted toward them like living tendrils. Duncan tried to scramble backward but hit the trunk. The smoke gently coiled around both men’s injured hands without touching their skin. A strange warmth not burning this time, but soothing, almost silky enveloped their palms.
“Oh God…” Duncan breathed.
At first, nothing visible happened. The pain remained sharp. Then, very slowly, the Genie closed his eyes as if concentrating. The smoke pulsed. A tingling sensation spread across Duncan’s palm, like thousands of tiny needles dancing just beneath the surface. The redness began to fade from the edges inward. Blisters that had started to rise flattened gradually. The raw, angry skin lightened from crimson to pink, then to healthy flesh. The deep throbbing eased into a gentle itch, then disappeared entirely.
Duncan stared, wide-eyed, as he flexed his fingers. No pain. No mark. Nothing.
Joey’s healing was even slower, more theatrical. The Genie clearly wanted them to feel every second. Joey watched in horrified fascination as the blisters on his hand shrank, popped without fluid, and the skin knitted itself back together. The process took nearly a full minute. When it was done, both men’s hands looked completely untouched, as if the burns had never happened.
The Genie lowered his hand. The purple smoke dissolved. “Better?” he asked, voice dripping with mock politeness.
Duncan examined his palm under the attic bulb, turning it over and over. “How… how did you do that?”
“I am a Genie. Healing is among the simplest of arts.” He smiled again, but the expression never reached his eyes. Those eyes held centuries of cruel entertainment. “Now. You have three wishes. I suggest you use them thoughtfully. Many before you have regretted hasty words.”
Joey swallowed hard. His mind was racing. Part of him still screamed that this was impossible a prank, a dream, gas leak, anything. But the healed hands were undeniable. The being in front of them was undeniable.
He looked at Duncan. “We should just leave. Run. This thing is dangerous.”
Duncan hesitated, breathing heavily. “And if it’s real? If we actually have three wishes?” His voice dropped. “Joey… we’ve been talking all night about how we fucked up our lives. This could be our only chance.”
They stared at each other for a long moment. Fear and desperate hope warred on both their faces.
“Fine,” Joey said finally, voice hoarse. “But we think carefully. No rushing. We discuss every wish.”
The Genie crossed his powerful arms over his broad chest and waited, clearly entertained by their mortal panic.
Duncan spoke first, choosing his words with care. “Before we wish anything… what are the limits? Can we wish for anything?”
“Almost anything,” the Genie replied smoothly. “I cannot raise the dead in their original form. I cannot force genuine love where none exists. And I cannot undo wishes already granted. Everything else…” He spread his hands. “Is negotiable.”
Joey ran a hand through his hair, thinking hard. “Okay. Okay. We need to be smart.”
They sat down again on the old Persian rug, keeping distance from the Genie. For nearly twenty minutes they talked in low, urgent voices, weighing possibilities while the Genie watched silently, his smirk never fading.
Duncan went deep into his regrets. “I’ve put on nearly thirty pounds since university. I feel old. Slow. Every time I look in the mirror, I see a guy who gave up. If I could just have my twenty-year-old body back lean, strong, full of energy that alone would change everything. I could actually enjoy life again instead of feeling like I’m already declining at twenty-nine.”
Joey nodded slowly. “I get it. For me… it’s the wasted potential. I dropped out after first year. If I’d stuck with it, gotten my degree in finance like I planned… I could’ve given Cynthia and the baby a real future. Instead, I’m pouring beers and worrying about rent. I wish I had actually succeeded. That I’d become someone.”
They kept talking, circling the same fears. What if the wishes backfired? What if the Genie twisted them? They tried to add safeguards, but every condition they imagined felt clumsy.
Eventually Duncan stood up, lamp in hand. His voice was steady despite the fear in his eyes.
“I wish I had the body I had at twenty.”
The Genie’s amber eyes flashed with dark delight. He bowed his head slightly.
“As you wish.”
A faint pulse of energy passed through the attic, but no visible change occurred yet. Duncan exhaled shakily. “It… it didn’t do anything.”
“It will,” the Genie said softly. “When all three wishes are spoken.”
Joey took the lamp next. His hands were trembling. He thought of Cynthia, of the baby on the way, of all the nights he lay awake wondering how he’d provide. His voice cracked slightly.
“I wish I had gotten my degree and made something of myself.”
“As you wish,” the Genie repeated, the same hungry smile playing on his lips.
Another subtle pulse. Joey felt a strange flutter in his chest but pushed it down. He handed the lamp back to Duncan.
They stood shoulder to shoulder now, holding the lamp together. The weight of the moment pressed down on them. This was their last wish the one that had to count.
Duncan spoke carefully. “We’ve spent our whole lives dreaming about this. Travel. Adventure. Real excitement. No more boring routines. No more feeling like we settled.”
Joey finished the thought, voice firm despite his fear. “We wish for the exciting life full of travel and adventure we were always meant to have.”
The Genie was silent for several heartbeats. His smile slowly widened into something predatory and ancient. For the first time, both men felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had just stepped off a cliff.
“As you wish,” the Genie finally purred, each word dripping with satisfaction.
He raised his hand dramatically.
The air in the attic grew thick with purple smoke and electric tension. A low humming filled their ears. Both Joey and Duncan felt a strange warmth bloom in the center of their chests pleasant at first, then rapidly intensifying.
They looked at each other, eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and exhilarating hope. For a short moment, they felt like they were on the edge of the greatest adventure of their lives. They had found the long-lost spark that animated their hearts and days.
In front of them, the genie was standing straight, a malicious smile covered his tanned cheeks and with a sweet movement of his wrist and fingers, he snaped.
Purple smoke exploded outward like a living storm, choking them in thick, electric heat. Joey gasped in surprise first shortly followed by an intense sensation of discomfort followed by pain as the agony ripped into his legs.
“AHHHHHHH THE FUCK IS THAT!!! IT HURTS! MAKE IT STOP!” His thighs and calves shattered and swelled violently, bones lengthening with wet cracking sounds while powerful new muscle tore through his flesh. He collapsed to his knees as his feet followed, toes breaking and stretching, arches rising painfully as his shoes split apart.
Joey tried to look around with the hope to see his friend ready to help him or the genie about to snap his fingers again to cancel this clearly bad outcome of their wishes but he saw nothing, only purple glittery smoke bocking everything from his view.
“HELP ME!” He screamed one more time with the hope of finding help but he only heard a villainous laugh back in return echoing through the smoke and mist and coming back to his ears.
What has been granted cannot be taken back, master…
Duncan roared in terror as well. In the blink of an eye, the attic was gone and now all he could see was purple smoke all around him. He could still feel the wooden floor under his shoes but he couldn’t even see it.
“Joey! Joey, are you alright? Where are you?! JOEY!!” he creamed for his friend feeling the anxiety skyrocketing through his veins. “JOE… AAAAHHHHHH!!” his sentence was cut short as he felt a rush of heat followed by pain of breaking bones crashing through his legs.
Joey could feel his legs ballooned next, muscles exploding with brutal force far beyond anything from his youth.
The Genie hovered closer, smiling with dark amusement. “Begging already? How precious. This is only the beginning, Masters…” his voice echoing to both of them through the smoke.
The burning surged upward. Both men gasped and screamed as their chests expanded with sickening pops. Ribs widened, pectorals ballooning into thick, heavy slabs of muscle that stretched their skin painfully tight. “It’s breaking me apart!” Duncan howled. “Please… make it stop!”
Coarse dark hair erupted in their armpits as fresh sweat glands activated, flooding the attic with a thick, pungent masculine musk, heavy testosterone and raw male sweat. A dense treasure trail raced up from their groins, spreading across their newly carved abs and fanning over their swollen pecs.
Joey whimpered brokenly, “I can’t… I can’t breathe… please…” as he was feeling his overheating body starting to shut down and his vision blurring darkly because of his restarting nervous system and rearranging organs.
Duncan was crying and screaming in pain as he could feel his limbs starting to spasm on their own, muscles activating by forced electric signal sent by his brain drowning in a cocktail of hormones. He could feel his heart beat in each of his cells and could hear the sound of his pumping heart. Duncan was starting to dissociate when he heard the genie snap his fingers one more time. Out of nowhere, he felt his senses coming back to him as he heard the genie talk directly in his brain.
“We don’t want you to miss the best part of the show, do we?”
Out of nowhere, Duncan felt blood coursing through his body in one central position as he could feel his cock straining his jeans and getting trapped against his muscled and hairy thighs.
His cock surged forward with vicious intensity, thickening and lengthening into a massive uncut cock and with one more spasm from his un-controlling body and pumping heart, his cock contracted and torn apart his fly as he felt it slap hard against his hard rock forming abs. in the blink of an eye, it started to feel active and soon he could feel precum pumping out of his urethra and slushing all around his hairy abs.
Joey could feel changes happening to him as well. He was screaming in pain and fear as he could feel his cock straining against what was left of his Calvin Klein underwear. He could feel his heart beat in his hardening cock head as he could feel his foreskin starting to tighten around it because of the pression caused by his blood system. He could feel his nuts pulling lower and lower as sperm started to be product in huge proportions. His cock head was starting to look downward because of its weight and now was permanently bent down and slightly on the left side because of his left ball which were bigger than the right one.
“Please…. Stop, thi… iis” Joey said as he could feel his throat starting to heat up shortly followed by his chin and whole face. His features twisted in agony as his jaw sharpened, cheekbones rose, and his eyes tilted.
“HHAAAAaaAaaAaaaAAaaa… UUUHHHHhhhhHHHhH “screamed Joey as his voice cracked and shattered mid-scream, shifting into a younger, melodic tone thick with a heavy Arabic accent.
“MAkE iT stoP!!” Joey screamed one more time as his voice settled for a younger one.
Duncan’s own face hardened into something rugged and commanding, heavy stubble exploding across his jaw while a thick mustache appeared above his upper lip.
“What is happening?!” he screamed as his voice dropped into a deep, authoritative baritone.
“You two already sound way more in character!” said the genie to himself as he could see the possibilities opening for both of his masters in front of his eyes, appearing and disappearing in the purple mist.
Joey was still crying in fear and pain, his knees still on the ground when he felt the heat coming back.
“GOD NO, NOT AGAIN… PLEASE!!” the heat continued to climb and hike all around his tightened skin, leaving behind a rich golden-bronze hue, turning his skin into smooth coffee-toned perfection while Duncan’s deepened into a reddish sun-bronzed, powerful athletic glow.
Joey was crying as he could see his transformed and tanned hands in front of him, no sound coming out of his mouth because even the sound of his voice was terrifying to him now.
Creeping behind him, he heard the low baritone voice of the genie once again and felt chills running up his elongated spine.
“Something is missing… I don’t see your character fully… But what is it…” the genie continued as Joey turned around trying to face him and thinking that maybe if he did, he would be able to beg him face to face to turn him back but when he did, he saw nothing except the purple void.
“Found it!” he heard once again coming in front of him.
Joey’s eyes opened wide as he saw the genie materialized in front of him and with the flick of his wrists, he felt his torn clothes disintegrate into glitter that swirled in the mist.
Joey was hoping to see the kind face he saw when the genie first appeared to them but all he saw was the manly face wearing a vicious smile.
The genie opened his hands and Joey could feel pressure building in his dick.
“What are you doing?” He asked shaking in fear of what was about to happen.
“Please tell me, what are you do… AAAAHHHHHHH” The genie reached down and roughly seized Joey’s foreskin still covering the head of his enlarged new cock. Joey’s eyes widened in pure panic.
“No! No no no… IT’S GONNA BREAK, STOOOOO!!!” he screamed.
Duncan stared in horror and fear as he could hear the deep accented voice of someone echoing back to him, slightly muted by the mist hugging his modified body. He could feel his body continuing to spasm on its own without him having any control on it. He could feel his dick exhaling drops of precum with every heart beat, smashed against his hairy abs and leaking along his muscled thighs.
The Genie turned his back to Joey and smiled as he saw Duncan was still lost in the haze of his hormones and sensations while continuing to tear on Joey’s foreskin.
“I’m begging you… Please… Stop teari…”
SCRATCH
With one flick of his wrist, the genie torn out the foreskin as it detached in a snapping motion, releasing Joey’s cock that flopped back down against his legs, pointing downwards. His cock head now fully uncovered and extremely sensitive as he could feel the particles of purple dust touching his extremely sensitive skin. Joey was crying in fear as he realized the pain was completely gone.in fact, in a couple of second, all sensations were gone. It felt like his nerves had been numbed by years of frictions and movements against his now hardened cock head. He looked down and realize a neatly crafted scar was circling the base of his cock head.
He tilted his head back up to the genie as he watched the genie looking with a smile at the palm of his hand.
“Why have you done that… What have you done to me…” Joey continued to ask in a febrile voice.
The genie didn’t even look at him. He just continued to smile as he grabbed back his thick veiny cock in the palm of his left hand.
The Genie held the twitching piece of foreskin in his palm, exhaled a stream of purple smoke over it. The piece of foreskin started to levitate and rotate faster and faster in the palm of the genie. Joey could start to feel like his cock head was getting jerked off even though no one was touching it. The faster the foreskin went, the more he felt he was on the edge of cumming.
Joey tilted his head back up with almost out of breath as he could feel the orgasm rushing to him and his mouth barely open to let his breathing flow out.
The genie was looking at him and with a quick movement, he closes his hand on the foreskin.
Joey could feel pressure building in his groin as it felt like he was getting jerked off faster and faster.
Then as he was about to cum, his eyes starting to revolve inside his skull, the genie opened his hand again and all the sensations were gone, leaving Joey out of breath on the edge of orgasm.
In the palm of his hand, the foreskin was gone, reformed as a shiny golden loop earing with a blue sapphire on it.
Joey didn’t understand any of what happened, his brain still trying to function properly as it still was lacking oxygen from the forced edging session.
“What was that… what have you… done… Where is it…” Joey asked out of breath but the genie never answered, he just snapped his fingers and suddenly the golden foreskin earing disappeared in shimmer. Instantly, Joey felt a pressure building on his left lobe as he could feel it heating up with a pinching sensation.
joey was left flabbergasted, not understanding any of what just happened and what happened to his foreskin. He tried to look around, maybe catching his reflection in a shiny surface or something, but he didn’t see any of it. All he could feel was the cold wind on his numb cock head and the sensation of something dangling from his ear.
The Genie laughed softly, stroking his own massive erection. “I knew something was missing, master… now you look exactly like you should have, ready for your next big adventure.”
The genie took a step back and snapped his fingers one more time. Both Duncan and Joey felt like a weight had been lifted from their shoulders and like they could breathe again for the first time since the mist invaded their lungs.
As the two men collapsed, gasping and twitching in their new bodies, their old clothes finished to dissolve away. They stood there naked and, on the ground, as they could see the mist starting to fall to the ground and with them changing the dusty attic into a new room. Something with white industrial lights handing from the rooves. Then tiles started to appear on the walls soon followed by the ancient wooden cabinets turned into metallic lockers covered with stickers and grim.
as the mist finally reach their heads, new clothes started to shimmer into existence around their transformed bodies. A tight pair of black sport shorts for Duncan and a fitted V collar T-shirt with a black baseball hat. Then a pair of well used white trainers and high sport socks appeared on his bigger feet.
On Joey, a white jockstrap appeared on his body, forcing his cock to look downwards again, now fully entrapped inside the cotton prison and almost nudging against his own ass hole. The pouch being extremely prominent. Then a pair of tight-fitting black soccer shoes appeared on his tanned musky feet as socks finished to materialized against his legs climbing up to his knees.
The Genie kept lazily stroking his enormous, throbbing cock, veins pulsing under his bronze fingers as he watched the two broken men on the floor. His smile widened with sadistic pleasure.
“Look at you both… already so pretty in your new skins.” He then grabbed Joey by his thick, dark hair and yanked his head forward. “Open up, stud. Time to taste your new reality.”
Joey tried to pull away, eyes wide with terror. “No! Please don’… I’m not… I won’t…!” But the Genie’s grip was iron. He slapped his heavy, leaking cock against Joey’s plump new lips, smearing sticky precum across them.
“That’s it… fight me. I love when masters start to realize I am the one holding the cards.” The Genie laughed, low and cruel, then forced the thick head past Joey’s resisting lips and deep into his mouth. Joey gagged violently, eyes watering as the massive shaft stretched his throat. The Genie held his head in place and began thrusting with slow, deliberate strokes, fucking his face with relish.
“Mmmph! Mmmghh!” Joey’s muffled screams vibrated around the Genie’s cock. Tears streamed down his bronzed cheeks as he choked and drooled.
The Genie groaned in pleasure and taunted him between thrusts. “Yes… just like that. Suck it, stud. This is what your exciting new life tastes like. Keep crying… I love how your throat squeezes when you panic.” He laughed again, deep and mocking, pushing even deeper until Joey’s nose pressed against his hairy musky shimmering pubes.
After several long, brutal minutes of face-fucking, the Genie’s balls tightened. “Here it comes, boy. Drink every drop like the good little whore you’ve always been.”
With a loud, satisfied roar, the Genie came hard. Thick, glowing ropes of purple-tinged cum flooded Joey’s mouth and throat. Joey thrashed, desperately trying to pull back, but the Genie held him firm while laughing in pure pleasure. “Swallow it all. That’s it… good boy.” Joey continued to resist, gasping for air as he could feel cum rushing directly in his stomach. A weird feeling invading his throat and mouth as it felt like his tongue was numbing a bit.
After a couple of minutes frozen like that, the Genie slowly pull his still rock-hard cock free with a wet pop. Joey immediately tried to scream for help and gasping for air.
“Air, I need air…. Huuuuuuuuuu. I couldn’t breathe…” But the words that came out were completely different: “هواء، أحتاج إلى هواء... هووووو ...!”
His eyes widened in pure panic. He clutched his throat, trying again. “What the fuck?! Why can’t I speak English?! WHAT THE FUCK!!” Only fluent, desperate Arabic poured out: “يا إلهي! لماذا لا أستطيع التحدث بالإنجليزية؟! يا إلهي!”.
No matter how hard he tried, English was completely gone. He kept repeating frantic Arabic pleas, voice cracking with rising hysteria.
“أرجوك… أعدوني! أنا لا أريد هذا!” (Please… change me back! I don’t want this!)
Duncan stared in the distance, his head still spinning and still feeling dizzy from the smoke leaving his older lungs, taking more time to regain his senses.
“Joey? Are you ok? Where are you, where are we?! What happened to us...”
The Genie turned away from Joey’s sobbing of incomprehension. He took a look at Duncan and with a happy smile of work well done, he snapped his fingers.
Duncan suddenly gasped, clutching his head as memories began flashing violently before his eyes. Kelly smiling at him on their first date suddenly appeared clearly in front of his eyes, he felt like reliving this moment in the smallest detail but as his lips left her, he opened his eyes only to realize Kelly was now burning from his memories as in her place stood a very muscled Latino athlete looking at him with eyes full of admiration and hungriness. He couldn’t understand what happened or why that happened, suddenly he blinked and he was no longer on a bench in the park but instead in his living room with his computer on his laps, Kelly hugging him as they were planning their honeymoon, the house they wanted to buy, lazy Sunday mornings together… One by one they ignited and disintegrated. In their place, new memories flooded in with brutal clarity: the thrill of sneaking young athletes into hotel rooms during tournaments, the wet sound of tight asses stretching around his thick cock, the addictive taste of sweat and submission, the roar of stadium crowds mixed with moans in locker room showers.
“No… no, stop!” Duncan screamed, voice breaking.
“Kelly! Stop that please… KELLY!! I … I… Get out of my head! That’s not me… I’m not… I want to marry her… I love her… I… love her? Fuck… I love… her tight… No that’s not me, STOP IT!!! I love… his… ass? I LOVE FUCKING ASS!! NO Please… don’t…. do this…. Kelly… I love…” He fell to his knees as more of his old life was ripped away. The memory of proposing to Kelly burned to nothing and was replaced by the image of him balls-deep in a muscular exchange student after a late training session. Every time he tried to cling to who he was, another piece turned to ash. His personality was shifting, getting confidence, dominance, and an insatiable hunger for male bodies overwriting his old shy, settled nature.
“Please… I don’t want this… I’m Duncan, I’m not…” His resistance grew weaker as the new identity took root. Suddenly a new memory appeared in flashing color in front of his eyes, a new name appeared and engraved itself in his brain. Noah. He is Noah, he has always been and always will be. He is the coach, Noah. The traveler. The predator who lived for the next tight hole and the next victory.
The Genie watched with dark delight, lazily stroking himself again. “Welcome in your new life, master Duncan.”
The man who used to be Duncan, now fully Noah, stepped up as his manly hands caressed his hairy pecs, a dominant smile appearing on his cheeks as he took his first step into his new life, his cock rock hard and pressing against the front of his shorts, leaving nothing to imagination. He took another step and suddenly Joey heard the Snap echoing again. Suddenly, he felt his body starting to levitate from the wet musky tiled floor to the seat of a wooden bench that had seen thousands of athletic asses through the years.
Joey tried to resist but his body was completely immobilizing by the purple magic controlling and positioning him, his legs then were positioned up, giving free access to his tight hole.
Joey tried once again to scream for help but was still in incapacity to talk anything else then Arabic. He heard the genie laugh as he saw Duncan getting closer and closer to him, positioning himself between Joey’s forcibly spread legs.
His thick, veiny uncut cock throbbed angrily, already drooling precum onto the boy’s smooth, tight hole. Joey’s heart hammered in terror.
“Duncan, please don’t do this. We are friend, remember about Kelly. No don’t please, DON’T!!” he begged in fluent Arabic, voice shaking.
“أرجوك... هذا ليس أنت! أنا جوي! توقف!!!” (Please… this isn’t you! It's me, I’m Joey! Stop!).
Noah didn’t understand a word. He just grinned, spat on his cock, and pressed the fat, leaking head against Joey’s virgin entrance. With one brutal thrust, he forced half his massive length inside. Joey screamed, back arching off the bench as his hole was violently stretched open.
“AAAAAH! ألم! أرجوك توقف! إنه يؤلمني!” (It hurts! Please stop! It hurts so much!). Noah groaned in pleasure and kept pushing deeper, inch by thick inch, until his heavy balls rested against Joey’s ass. “Fuck… so goddamn tight. This Moroccan bitch was made for cock.”
Joey’s eyes rolled back as Noah started fucking him with long, powerful strokes, each one slamming harder than the last. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping skin filled the locker room. Joey’s heavy circumcised cock bounced uselessly against his abs, leaking despite his horror.
Suddenly, Joey noticed movement above them. The Genie hovered near the ceiling, lazily stroking his own enormous cock and watching with cruel delight. Their eyes met. The Genie smirked, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.
In that instant, the Genie’s form disappeared in shimmer. Then Joey saw from the corner of his eyes the air near the lockers next to the door starting to move and agitate. He then saw the genie’s silhouette appear and stated to melt and shrink, transforming into a tall, muscular young athlete with short black hair and a cocky grin. At the same moment, the locker room door swung open.
Captain Josh and four of his teammates walked in, already half-hard in their shorts thanks to the very intensive training and the overdose of testosterone and horniness running through their veins.
The newly-transformed Genie simply stepped forward and joined them, laughing with them all like he had always been a part of the group. No one else noticed anything strange and then even started to laugh back and talk like they truly know each other from years of practices and friendship.
“Coach! you already started without us?” Josh laughed loudly. “Look at Ahmed. Little slut can’t even wait.”
The players quickly stripped, tossing their clothes aside. Thick, hard cocks sprang free. Joey tried to plead with them, eyes wide with panic.
“أرجوكم، أتوسل إليكم، يجب أن تساعدوني. أنا لست أحمد، أنا جوي، لدي حبيبة وسأرزق بطفل قريبًا. أريد العودة إلى بيتي، ساعدوني، أرجوكم!!” (Please I’m begging you, you have to help me. I am not this Ahmed, I am Joey, I have a girlfriend and soon a baby boy. I want to go back home, Help me, please!!!).
The players just chuckled, not understanding a single word that came out of Joey’s mouth. One of them then took a step forward, his thick veiny cock in hand as he lazily jerked off. Joey opened tilted his head only to realize it was the genie now in the jock’s body.
“أرجوك لا تفعل ذلك، لا أريد هذه الحياة، لم أتمنَّ ذلك... مممم ...” (Please don’t do that, I don’t want this life, I didn’t wish for that… mmMMMmmGGgMGgggGG) Joey couldn’t even finish his words as the genie grabbed Joey by the hair and shoved his thick cock straight into the boy’s pleading mouth, cutting off his words. “Shut the fuck up with that Arabic shit,” he laughed. “Good little cumdump doesn’t need to talk.”
Everyone roared with laughter as they surrounded him. “Let’s go guys, we have a tanned bitch to fuck!” Josh mocked while lining up his cock at Joey’s already-stuffed hole alongside Noah’s.
“Maybe you’ll start to pick some words up after taking so much American cream!”.
They descended on him without mercy. Noah and Josh double-penetrated his ass, stretching him brutally wide while two others took turns fucking his throat once the genie was done with him. Hands roamed over his sweat-slicked bronze body, slapping his ass, pinching his nipples, and constantly tugging on the golden earring. Every pull sent humiliating jolts of forced pleasure through his cock.
“Fucking perfect exchange student,” one player grunted as he hammered into Joey’s throat. “Came all the way from Morocco just to be our team bitch.”
“Bet his family would be so proud seeing him like this,” another laughed. “He truly lives his American dream!”
Joey could only sob and gag around the cocks in his mouth, tears streaming down his face. “مممغhhh— أرجوكم… أنا لست مثل هذا… أريد Cynthia… أريد طفلي…” (Please… I’m not like this… I want Cynthia… I want my baby…). None of them could understand him and they didn’t care. They just kept using him harder, rotating positions, filling every hole, painting his bronzed skin with sweat and spit.
After what felt like an eternity of relentless pounding, the Genie still wearing the jock identity saw that Joey was on the edge of losing himself, his cock played with like a joystick by the one currently fucking him. He felt like he was on the edge but never close enough so he could be forced to cum.
The genie then grabbed the athlete that was hard fucking Joey by the shoulders and tapped his scapula as he asked for him to give him the space so he could finish inside the bitch.
The athlete laughs and then took his cock out of Joey’s opened ass.
“أرجوك... لا أستطيع فعل ذلك بعد الآن... أرجوك...” (Please… I can’t do …that, anymore… Please…).
Once again, Joey was cut short as the genie got his mouth closer to his ear and murmured.
“I hope you’ll enjoy your new life, Master!” Suddenly, he grabbed the earing between his calloused fingers and Joey felt like someone was directly playing with his cockhead and whole length. It felt like he was getting jerked off by the most delicate hand ever, it felt like he was getting sucked by the warmest mouth. His breath started to path faster and faster as he we slowly losing his sight, invaded by a pure feeling of pleasure. In front of his blurring vision, the genie smiled as he started to fuck him faster and faster, enjoying the view of Joey slowly losing his grip on reality and falling into dissociation.
With one more thrust of his cock deep against Joey’s prostate and a pinch of the hearing, the genie came hard and deep inside Joey’s welcoming hole, and as he did, Joey felt the orgasm finally rushing past the point of no return as he could feel his length starting to contract and in an instant, starting to release the only trace of his Britannic DNA.
A devastating orgasm ripped through him. His circumcised cock exploded hands-free, shooting thick ropes of cum across his own chest and abs while every muscle in his body spasmed around the cocks buried inside him.
In that exact moment, his mind shattered and reformed.
Memories burned away in purple fire: the old house at Blackthorn Lake… the summers with Duncan… proposing to Cynthia… the ultrasound pictures of their unborn baby boy… nights at the bar dreaming of travel… all of it turned to ash. New memories flooded in to replace them, a sun-drenched childhood in Morocco, arriving in Huston at 21 as an exchange student, struggling with English, quickly discovering he was gay and addicted to getting fucked and used like the sextoy he truly was. The endless locker room sessions, the hotel rooms during away games, the thrill of being passed around by the team. He was Ahmed now. A 21-year-old power bottom who lived for cock, especially Coach Noah’s and his teammates’. English was hard for him, but his body spoke fluently.
When the orgasm finally faded, Ahmed blinked slowly, a slutty, satisfied grin spreading across his cum-covered face.
“Coach Noah…” he moaned in heavily accented English; voice hoarse but eager. “المزيد... مارس الجنس معي بقوة أكبر، من فضلك...”.
The players laughed and kept going, knowing their favorite cumdump was ready for another round.
Coach Noah was waiting behind them, his arms crossed as he felt his cock jump in anticipation knowing he would require a private session with Ahmed later on in his office. Only Ahmed and him.
In the months that followed, Noah and Ahmed lived the exciting life full of travel and adventure they had wished for so desperately in that dusty attic.
They flew from city to city, country to country, following the demanding schedule of international university tournaments. New hotels every week. New locker rooms. New opponents, and new teammates, eager to celebrate victories deep into the night.
Noah’s powerful 6’3” body, thick with muscle and commanding presence, was everything Duncan had once dreamed of and more. He thrived as the dominant, respected coach who lived for the game… and for bending young athletes over whenever the mood struck him.
Ahmed, the 21-year-old Moroccan exchange student, had become the star attacking midfielder everyone wanted. He had gotten his degree in the form of a sports scholarship and was well on his way to making something of himself and his life, at least on the pitch and in the bedroom. His bronzed, athletic body and eager, talented hole made him the team’s favorite power bottom. He barely spoke English, but he didn’t need to. His body communicated perfectly.
Every night after training or matches, Ahmed found himself exactly where he now belonged: legs spread wide, moaning sluttily in Arabic and broken English as Coach Noah and the boys took turns wrecking him. The golden earring made from his former foreskin remained his most sensitive spot, one playful tug and he would cum hands-free, shaking and begging for more like the perfect cumdump he had become.
All that remained were sun-soaked memories of Morocco, the thrill of arriving in Huston, and the addictive rush of being passed around by his coach and teammates. He was happier than he had ever been, a gay, cock-hungry 21-year-old who lived for the next load and the next victory.
The wishes had been granted and they would finally live the lives they craved for.
They no longer remembered Cynthia and Kelly.
They no longer remembered the baby and their bored lives.
They no longer remembered Duncan, Joey, the attic, or the terrified man they used to be.
High above, safely tucked away in the ornate brass lamp that now rested on Coach Noah’s office desk, the Genie leaned back in his lamp with a contented sigh. Once known as Uncle Richard many decades ago, he had learned this lesson the hard way himself after wishing for a life full of magical adventures and being able to help people while having a long and joyful life full of pleasure and happy moments. Now he made sure others learned it too, slowly, thoroughly, and without mercy, one wish at the time.
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Wavell’s mansion sat in a state of complete serenity. Just as it always did amongst the vastness of the pocket dimension in which it resided. Never did it wear or creak with age. Never did it seem to lose its glow. The beautiful woodwork that lined the floors and walls never ceased to shine. The carpets and curtains never lost their radiant colour. Everything was pristine, maintained to perfection by Wavell’s magic even when he wasn’t here. Just like now.
As of now, Wavell was roaming the outside world as he checked in on some of his past subjects. Watching how they’d adjusted to their new bodies and lives after he’d taken the liberty of changing them. All the while he was on the lookout for new people to bless with his reality bending power. It was a hobby that never seemed to get old. And oftentimes he would be joined by his boyfriend Dane so the two of them could get into all kinds of transformative mischief together. Taking turns experimenting on the bodies of men with their powers, especially now that Dane’s magic had truly blossomed into its own.
But today was not one of those days. Dane had decided to kick back in the mansion while Wavell was out getting into his own mischief. Instead Dane simply wanted to enjoy the silent tranquility that the pocket dimension offered him as he relaxed into a book from Wavell’s vast library.
Having just finished his previous book, Dane found himself scouring the shelves for something new to catch his eye. Each and every book looked almost untouched as if they’d just been freshly printed. He couldn’t help but admire how crisp they all were as pulled out novel after novel, tome after tome. Eventually though, one book captured his interest. It was titled ‘The Father Of Faces’. It wasn’t a large book by any means, about the length of a novella if he had to guess, which made it appear quite unassuming next to some of the others. Yet Dane found himself drawn to it and before long he found himself sprawled across one of the many couches in the library as he flipped it open to the first page.
He’d read the blurb shortly beforehand. It described the tale of a man who went out in search of an otherworldly entity that was responsible for the creation of all human faces and identities. That alone was gripping enough to have Dane jumping into the first chapter following the journey of Dr Albert Fenwick.
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Albert was a lithe man in his sixties who had long been obsessed with discovering the origins behind the many myths and legends that plagued the mouths of many. Going out of his way to travel all across the world in his crusade to research any and all myths to see if there was ever any truth to them. He never really believed there was. If anything he was more interested in discovering how these legends had come to be. Most of the time stemming from natural phenomena being observed by people from the past who had no way to describe what they’d witnessed.
But The Father Of Faces was different. Albert had read up on how some tribes and even a few religions had worshipped The Father Of Faces as some kind of deity but the details were always blurry. Mentions of him were always sparse with only the barest of information as to its origin. Though from what Albert was able to piece together, it seemed those who worshipped the deity believed him to be responsible for the creation of all human faces. Many seem to believe that a soul would be given a face by this deity before birth which they would then grow into as they age. It was a strange concept that modern science would harshly disagree with. And yet as Albert continued to research this seemingly divine being, he would continue to find more and more mentions of The Father in tiny snippets across recorded history.
Over time what’d started as just another research project had grown into an obsession for Dr Fenwick. He couldn’t understand how this one myth had managed to reach so many different cultures across thousands of years. In all different corners of the globe. Of course not every mention of The Father Of Faces was identical. The descriptions differed slightly between time periods and the people telling it but overall it was clear that most of Albert’s findings on the matter seemed to be describing the same entity. He could hardly begin to understand how or why but it excited him nonetheless.
The obsession with this myth followed Albert into his early seventies. Even as he retired from all his other research, The Father was the only one he couldn’t leave behind. He’d continue to spend his golden years looking for additional pieces of information he could find on the mysterious entity until eventually he discovered something that broke his entire reality. When mixing and rearranging some of the words across different lines of prayer relating to The Father, a secret code unveiled itself.
For you who have deciphered me, a new face you will soon see. Though one cannot know my whole truth, so a new identity you too must receive. But do not worry as this life will fulfill you completely.
At first Albert wasn’t sure if it made sense or not. He thought he might’ve just been going crazy after all these years. Making up codes where they didn’t actually exist like a mad man. What didn't realise at first was how quiet the world around him had gotten. Usually he’d hear the frequent passing of cars outside his window alongside the chirping of birds in his garden as they constantly gathered around the feeders he set outside. But right now there was complete silence. It was only after it went on for a good long ten minutes did Albert finally begin to realise something strange was going on.
He stepped out his study to glance outside and what he saw caused his breath to hitch like never before. When he looked out the window, instead of seeing a busy road full of cars and decorated by pedestrians on either side, he saw nothing but a white void with black sparkles as far as the eye could see. It was like looking into the inverse of outer space. Simultaneously terrifying and beautiful in a way that Albert’s mortal mind struggled to comprehend.
After an appropriate amount of panicking had taken place, Albert eventually built up the courage to open his front door. Inching it open as slowly as possible before cautiously stepping out onto the raised decking. The steps in front of him should’ve led down to a concrete path but instead they lead to nothing. Just blank whiteness. Logic would suggest there was still solid ground considering his house was still standing and not falling endlessly. Though he wasn’t sure if logic applied right now. Either way Albert eventually took a deep breath before walking slowly down the steps and reaching one foot off the final step. He held onto a nearby wooden beam for support until his foot touched some kind of invisible flooring where the concrete path should’ve been. There was ground after all.
Very slowly Albert stepped into the void. He didn’t dare take more than two steps away from his house but as he looked out into the vast emptiness, he couldn’t help feel a whole flood of emotions he couldn’t even begin to process. He started to wonder if he was dead somehow. That maybe he’d entered some kind of purgatory before moving onto whatever came next. Or if somehow that was all some incredibly realistic lucid dream he was having. Both of which seemed equally plausible right now.
As he turned around to step back inside his house for the sake of his sanity, he was terrified to see that his house was gone. Vanished like everything else. In its place stood an enormous creature that caused Albert’s heart to stop for a long moment. It had to have stood at around two hundred feet tall as it towarded far FAR above Albert’s puny height. Its body resembled that of a man except it had four powerful legs and six muscular arms that all seemed perfectly symmetrical besides the variation in skin colour amongst the limbs. Most of its body was covered by an enormous black cloak that seemed to billow gently despite the lack of wind. And as Albert’s eyes tilted further upwards he finally saw the creature's head. Or rather its heads. Plural. The giant’s neck branched off into four different heads, each one looking in a different direction. They were all masculine but beyond that each face was very different. They varied from the size and shape of their features to the tone of their skin. The face looking down at Albert had quite distinctly South Asian features. The one looking off to the right was unmistakably African. The face looking to the left was Caucasian by the looks of it. And the one looking behind, though Albert couldn’t see it at first, was that of an East Asian man. Each one had varying degrees of head and facial hair as well as different hair colours to really set them apart.
Albert froze. Unable to move or speak out of sheer terror. And yet as he looked up at the towering creature, he began to remember the countless drawings and carvings he’d seen throughout his research on The Father Of Faces. How almost all of them had depicted a being with an array of limbs and multiple faces. And that’s when it started to click. This giant… thing. It was exactly what he’d been chasing for the last decade of his life. The thing he’d spent endless nights trying to uncover the secrets behind. This was The Father Of Faces. The deity all the tribes and religions spoke of. Somehow the mysterious legend was real! And yet Albert’s mind couldn’t bring itself to accept that fact.
“N-n-no. I’m… I’m dreaming. I… I have to be. Or-Or I’m dead… or dying?… or-” Albert’s petrified voice was cut off when the entity before him raised one of its massive hands, causing the tiny old man to begin floating upwards like a helpless balloon. Shouting and screaming with pure panic, certain his heart was going to give out at any second, as he ascended past the giant’s legs and torso. “P-please! D-don’t kill m-m-me!” He shrieked and begged in terror as he slowly floated onto the outstretched palm of the giant, right in front of one of the four faces.
“I am not here to grant death upon you.” The South Asian face told him, its voice rumbling throughout the void with an ethereal echo. Albert then watched in pure disbelief as the deity’s neck began to turn until the African face was the one staring at him. “I am here to grant you a new life as a reward for solving my puzzle.” The African face continued, its eyes remaining firmly on Albert’s miniscule form before its neck began to twist once again. “But with my gift also comes a price.” The East Asian face added until finally its neck twisted one last time. “Therefore you will become a new man in both body and mind.” The Caucasian face concluded.
“What?… I d-don’t understand?…” Albert trembled as he struggled up onto his feet, nervous that the enormous hand he was standing on could crush him at any moment if it so decided.
“You do not need to understand.” All four faces said in sync. “You must only accept your gift.”
Seconds later, there was a shimmering glow before Albert. He closed his eyes as the glow grew brighter and brighter until finally it faded. When Albert opened his eyes again, he was greeted by what appeared to be a mask floating before him. It was that of a hyper realistic human face. It was male with some dark facial hair and youthful but strong features. It was almost haunting to look at. Almost like it was taken directly from a real person. And in a sense, it was. It was a future face that would’ve gone to another new soul soon to be sent down to earth. But instead that face was being offered to Albert.
“Please. I-I just want t-to go home. I won’t te-MMMMMPPHHHHHF!?” Albert’s pleas were swiftly cut off when the eerie mask flew towards him faster than he could react. It slammed onto his face, muffling his panicked screams. He fell backwards onto his ass in terror as he grabbed at it, trying to pull the mask from his face, but it was too late as it already began to fuse with Albert’s skin.
As his new face began moulding to his head, the rest of Albert’s body began to twitch and morph as The Father Of Faces’ divine power took hold. It started with his skin as the many wrinkles that’d formed in Albert’s later years of life began to disappear. It regained a tight and youthful glow, the likes of which he hasn’t seen or felt in decades. Along with it his bones and joints grew stronger again too as both the inner and outer working of his body were slowly revitalised. Albert’s age rewound back through his seventies, sixties, fifties and forties until finally settled comfortably back into his early thirties once more.
Albert could tell something was off about his body but he was too worried about his face to care. The mask had fused and moulded to his head so thoroughly now that it didn’t even feel like a mask anymore. It was becoming his actual face by replacing his original features. As it did Albert’s hair began to darken to match his new facial hair. It’d already gone from silver back to the sandy brown of his youth with the age regression but now it was darkening even further until it reached an almost jet black hue. All the while the shape of his skull seemed to reconfigure around his new face in a way that should’ve felt agonising and yet it was completely painless beyond some slight discomfort.
His previously dulled vision began to clear up just in time to watch as his body began to morph even further. Now that he’d returned to his youth, many of Albert’s distinctive features began to fade. The tattoo on hip, the birthmark on the thigh, the surgery scar on his chest. All of it vanished, replaced only by a new birthmark on his lower back. All the while he could feel his bodily proportions shifting as some parts grew longer while others grew shorter, slowly altering each and every detail that made Albert who he was. Before long he was unrecognisable.
But the changes didn’t stop there.
Albert clenched his fists hard as every vein in his body seemed to pulse with an unnatural vigour. He couldn’t help but grit his teeth and as every muscle tense as a boiling hot power began to bubble up from deep within his core. A blazing energy that only grew and grew as it spread through every fibre of his being until finally it exploded.
Without warning Albert’s body surged with newfound muscle mass. It all happened at the same time and at such a rate that Albert could hardly comprehend it. His arms and legs exploded with size he’d only ever dreamt of. His chest and ass bloated into thick meaty proportions that he never could’ve imagined for himself. His back and shoulders widened to compensate for his rapidly increasing size. He couldn’t help but groan as his neck bulged thicker by the second while his growing lats forced his already massive arms further outwards. Even his hands and feet seemed to grow in proportion with the rest of his body.
In mere moments Albert’s slim gangly body had ballooned into a behemoth of thick muscle. Gracing him with the kind of form that would take years upon years for any normal man to obtain. Giant bulbous pecs with nipples that were practically begging to be nursed on. Enormous biceps that any man would be eager to worship. A thick gravity defying ass that was capable of derailing any chain of thought with a single glance. Not to mention those heavy thunderous thighs and powerful abs. All of that paired with his new meathead-ish face had turned Albert into a complete hunk of a man who spent practically half his life in the gym and the other half getting his dick wet. And speaking of which…
Albert couldn’t help but curl his toes and buck his hips slightly when even his cock and balls began to change. They were slightly late to the transformation but that didn’t make it any less shocking when they began to engorge at a rapid rate. Albert previously had a penis that was smaller than most and wasn’t much to gloat about. He was secure enough in himself to not let it bother him but there was always a small part of him that wondered what life was like for all the hung men out there with horse cocks he could hardly imagine. Well now he didn’t have to because his dick and balls swelled bigger and fatter with every pulse of energy sent through his groin. Gradually turning his meek little dick into a girthy anaconda accompanied by a hefty pair of nuts full of virile seed.
Finally the transformation subsided and Albert was left in a sweaty panting mess, sprawled out across the deity’s massive palm. His clothes were in tatters, unable to contain his new bulk, while his cock made a rather crude dick print across the groin of his pants. Or what remained of his pants anyway.
“What… happened?” Albert mumbled, sitting up slightly as he noticed the subtle change in how his voice emerged from his throat. It sounded younger but also gravelly at the same time. At the same time his hands instinctively moved towards his chest, cupping his huge new muscle tits in baffled wonder. “M-my body!? I’m… I’m huge!!” He shouted as a small but cautious smile appeared on his face.
“This is your new identity.” The deity spoke again through the South Asian head. “Your new name is Bruno Fierro and you will lead a life far different from the one you have lived up to now.”
“Bruno?” Albert repeated. The name sounded both wrong and yet so right at the same time. It rolled off his tongue so naturally as if it belonged there.
“Now. Prepare yourself mortal.” The Caucasian face continued before turning to the East Asian visage. “For your physical form was the easy part.” The deity’s neck twisted one final time so that the African head could have the last word. “Now your mind will be reshaped to match.”
Upon hearing those words, Albert was immediately snapped out of his bewildered haze. He began to beg the deity to reconsider. Promising he wouldn’t ever speak a word of this to anyone. Saying anything he could think of that might convince The Father Of Faces not to alter his mind and memories. But it was all for nought as the deity did not care whether his existence was known of. If he did then he wouldn’t have allowed for so many tribes and religions to create myths around him. However for a mortal bare witness to not only a god’s form but to its divine power as well was seen as sacrilege. Therefore any such mortals must have their minds thoughtfully cleansed. And the only way to do that was to remould it into something new entirely.
Albert’s desperate pleas were soon cut off when a wave of divine energy wrapped itself around his head. It seemed inside his skull where it found both his brain and soul. The energy coiled around his very essence and began to excavate everything that made Albert who he was. Shattering his mind while erasing memory after memory, not stopping until Albert’s soul had become a clean slate with an empty brain.
For a long moment the man that was once Albert laid silent devoid of any life. Not quite dead but not truly alive either. That is until a second flurry of energy whirled its way around his head. This wave brought with it a whole new life’s worth of memories and experiences. It began to piece his mind back together in a new form that fit alongside these new memories. Refilling his brain with an entirely new sense of identity while painting his soul to match. Implanting new wants and desires. New goals and ideals. Then refining all these traits until they slotted together in perfect unison to create an entirely new man.
Bruno was every bit the meathead he looked. His memories dictated that he’d lived a life that couldn’t be any further removed from the man he once was. He’d grown up in a household full of brothers, one older and two younger, and alongside a father that encouraged them to grow into real manly men. Instead of becoming an intelligent and distinguished person like in his previous life, Bruno became a hulking oaf. He’d spent his formative years caring mostly about sports while just barely getting the passing grades he needed to get through school. He didn’t care about any of that nerd shit anyway. All he cared about was getting swole as fuck and making sure he biceps were bigger than any of his brothers.
He’d spent most of his twenties sweating his ass off in the gym in an effort to turn himself into the gorilla of a man he was today. Massive in every way besides brains. But when you were as huge and manly as Bruno was, you didn’t need brains to get by. All he had to do was show off his massive body online and other dudes were practically begging to throw their hard earned cash at him. That being the case, it wasn’t long before Bruno left the labour job he picked up after school and turned to producing content on sites like Onlyfans where he earned at least triple the revenue from thirsty gays who wanted nothing more than to watch him oil up and bounce his huge tits.
It helped that Bruno was gay too. It made creating his kind of content easier because all the praise he would receive only made him hornier. On top of that he was offered collaborations one after another by other huge hunky content creators who were just as eager to worship his pecs and biceps and he was eager to grope and kiss theirs. And all those horny fuckers on the internet would eat it up every single time.
Bruno was living like fucking king. All he had to do every day was hit the gym like a beast and then go home to jerk his fat cock well flexing for the camera. Watching as the money rolled in month after month accompanied by horny messages from his abundance of fans. And the sex he got was mind blowing. Whether it was him blowing a fat load inside another dude or getting his own muscle ass bred nice and deep, he would always find himself grinning ear to ear with pure unfiltered bliss.
Even his father and brothers were accepting of him being gay. He knew his brothers would be chill about it as despite their shared macho demeanour, they were all good dudes at heart. It was his father he was most unsure about but in the end all the old man wanted was for his sons to be the peak of masculinity and as far as he was concerned, Bruno was exactly that. Whether Bruno was attracted to men or women didn’t change that in his eyes. And even though they all thought Bruno’s career path was rather unique, they supported him. Especially after finding out how much he was making from it. His older brother even joked about getting into the adult film industry himself.
That was the new reality and identity The Father Of Faces had constructed for him. It was a life that was just as real as any other. And with that, the deity’s work was done. With a flourish of one its massive wrists, Bruno vanished from its sight. Sent back to the mortal world where he belonged.
Bruno would wake on a new day. He would have no idea that the house he woke up in was nothing like the rustic old house from his former life. The clutter of vintage furniture and scattered papers relating to myths and legends he’d once researched were now replaced by the minimalist looks of a single bachelor. The space was only filled by the bare essentials and decorated with scattered gym equipment and discarded clothes, practically the calling card of a dumb meathead living by himself.
He would never again know the life he once led or the secrets he’d uncovered about The Father Of Faces. Instead he would begin the new lease of life the deity had bestowed upon him without a care in the world. Starting his day by jumping out of bed and checking himself out in the mirror as he would every morning from now on. Showing off to himself like the cocky and somewhat self obsessed stud that he was.
Before long he found himself rubbing his growing bulge as he checked a message one of his gym bros had sent him. “Fuuuck dude… can’t wait to tap that ass again.” He mumbled to himself as his eyes scanned the image of another massive hunk teasing Bruno with a side of view of his fat muscle butt and meaty pecs packed into some tight fitting gym clothes. His memories told him he’d fucked the guy countless times to the point where just the thought of sticking it in that tight hole again was enough to have his huge cock drooling. “I need to get him on camera with me again…”
And so Bruno was happy. Happier than he’d ever been in the old life he couldn’t remember. He felt fulfilled getting to do exactly what he loved day in and day out. Workout, show off and fuck. What man could ask for anything more? Sure he didn’t have a boyfriend and maybe he’d go hunting for one someday but right now he was more than content with his life just the way it was.
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“He’s real, you know.” Wavell’s voice cut through the silence of the library.
“H-Huh?” Dane’s eyes snapped up from the book to see Wavell leaning against the entrance. He had no idea how long his boyfriend had been standing there. He’d been so engrossed in the book that he’d barely put it down. So much so that he’d practically read the whole thing in one sitting.
“The Father Of Faces. He’s real.” Wavell clarified as he pushed off the archway and began making his way over towards the couch Dane was sprawled across. “As is Dr Albert Fenwick, or rather Bruno Fierro as he’s known now.”
Dane sat up slightly, lowering the book while keeping his thumb lodged between the pages he was up to. “Wait… really? You mean gods and deities like that actually exist out there?” On paper such a notion sounded insane but with the life of magic that Dane and Wavell led, it didn’t seem like too massive of a stretch.
“Indeed.” Wavell stuffed his hands in his pockets when he found himself standing over Dane. “And he’s not a big fan of me, I can tell you that much.”
Dane furrowed his brow. “Really? Why?”
“Take a guess.” Wavell chuckled slightly. “The Father Of Faces is responsible for designing the faces and, to a lesser extent, the bodies of all men. That’s his entire role in existence. And then along I come, swapping and morphing all the faces he created.” He rolled his shoulders a little. “I might as well be spitting in his face.”
“That’s… yeah I guess that would make sense. Huh.” Dane grumbled as he tried to process it all. “Wait, so is he angry at me too?”
“Presumably.”
“Is he gonna come after us or something?” Dane asked hesitantly.
Wavell shook his head. “No.” He pursed his lips slightly. “Well not anymore.”
Dane narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend’s cryptic wording. His expression alone was enough to convey his need for elaboration.
“He came for me a while back. Before you and I met. He’d taken notice of all my experiments and made it very clear he didn’t approve of what I was doing. When I told him I didn’t care for his ruling, he attempted to stop me. He tried forcing a new face onto me in an attempt to rewrite my identity and take away my power. Evidently it didn’t work. As you well know, my magic can’t be contained inside just any host. It needs to be one perfectly aligned with my magic. Hence when the face he ambushed me with attached to my head, it only got as far as transforming me into a young black jock for a couple minutes before my power broke through and reverted me to normal. He tried a few more times with different faces but to the same result.” Wavell explained nonchalantly.
Dane was lost for words as he tried to picture the scenario in his head. A god angrily trying to attach new faces to Wavell with no success. There was a tiny part of him that wanted to believe his boyfriend was just pulling his leg but at the same time it also sounded like the exact kind of insane situation Wavell would find himself in.
“Eventually I grew tired of it all and decided to show him just how powerful I can be. There was a brief power struggle as my magic clashed against his but in the end I won, as I usually do. After that he agreed to back down.” The suited Wizard shrugged.
“Just like that?” Dane questioned.
“Just like that.” Wavell confirmed. “And… maybe I threatened to throw the entire universe out of balance by flooding it with dark magic.”
“…”
“…”
Dane nodded his head slowly, dog earring the page of the book he was on before setting down on the coffee table beside him. “Well. Good thing you didn’t do that.” He hummed, slightly unnerved.
“Oh come on. It’s not like I’d actually do it. I’d have probably just opened a portal to a new universe. Just like when I came to this one.” Wavell added but he could tell his boyfriend didn’t seem fully convinced. So he reached a hand down and used it to cup Dane’s stubble coated chin, encouraging the hunk to look up at the soft smile on Wavell’s face. “I’m glad I didn’t though. Otherwise I might never have met you, my love.”
Dane couldn’t help but smile back up at the silver fox. “Somehow you always know just what to say, don’t you?”
Wavell wagged his eyebrows slightly. “That I do.” He agreed before bending down to press a sweet kiss against Dane’s lips.
David was walking along the sidewalk on the way home from class on a Friday afternoon when he stumbled upon a ring on the ground outside the local magic shop
He knew the store, it wasn’t MAGIC-magic, it’s just where one could buy party tricks, costumes, and other magic stuff so he didn’t suspect a thing.
“This must be worth a lot, I can’t believe someone would’ve just dropped this” he said as he inspected the ring.
The ring itself was just an ordinary ring but had a large green crystal as the main gem. So with no one in the vicinity immediately looking for it, he decided to take it home with him.
At home, he went straight to his room to inspect his latest find at his desk. He realized he needed to clean and organize his desk because it still had all the Tolkien books and D&D stuff from the night prior.
Inspecting the ring further, he wanted to see if it actually would fit on him. When he inspected the ring earlier on the sidewalk, it was relatively huge compared to his hands and fingers but when he brought it out, it looked like it shrank to adjust to his proportions
“Was it always this small? i swear when I picked this up it was bigger” he said as he inspected it. It was still the same ring but now it looked like it was made for him. After a few more checks, he decided to put it on.
The moment he put it on, it started glowing and emitting a light that shone the same color green as the gem
“ooookay that’s weird” he exclaimed, shocked as the ring lit up without a power source “I know they don’t make batteries this small” he added. The ring kept shining a green light into his room until it landed on a poster of a D&D Barbarian.
David always had that poster up because he liked playing the Barbarian in almost every D&D campaign with his friends. He always liked it because it was a formidable, high-hit-point frontline warrior who thrives in close combat. They excel at tanking, dealing massive damage, and providing survival utility through strength-based skills. And, he always dreamed of having that body as he regularly tried hitting the gym every now and then to keep up with his favorite character.
“I must be dreaming, gotta take this off” he said but by the moment he tried removing the ring, something strange started happening — he noticed the Barbarian in the poster start getting thinner as his own body started growing right before his eyes
“HOLY SHIT” he boomed as he saw his body inflate with muscle upon muscle as the Barbarian in the poster kept shrinking
It didn’t sttart in any particular place but his body just swelled in proportion to the character displayed on his wall.
His chest ballooned out fast as if jutting out of him, pecs as firm and big as the man in the poster started forming on his body stretching out the fabric to its limits. His shoulders followed suit as they grew and rounded out as they stretched further horizontally to give him the same width as his favorite D&D character.
His arms were growing simultaneously as well. His biceps and triceps grew in to almost twice the size of his original arm width to the point that his shirt sleeves were stretched to their limits from the sheer size of his new arms. Veins started criss-crossing the entire length as it started supplying the new muscle that formed
He had to adjust how he sat at his desk chair because he also felt as if he grew in height. His torso and legs lengthened a bit to match the same posture as a Barbarian would have. To be able to tower over everyone in the party to really show off dominance and strength
After a few minutes, the light from the ring dimmed on its own. Once the changes finally came to a stop, he rushed to his bathroom to really inspect the changes
“oh fuuuuuck” he said shockingly as he took off his shirt and inspected himself in the bathroom mirror
As he saw on his desk, the changes really did take effect on his body as everything about him grew to massive proportions - he saw how he now sported pecs that casted shadows and now he had an actual solid 6-pack!
“I always wondered what I’d look like if my workouts paid off” he said inquisitively
He inspected his arms, definitely 2x the size now versus just a few minutes ago. He instinctively flexed them and saw how huge the bicep rose and fell from his arm, how the tricep really looked like a horseshoe got shoved into his skin.
Interestingly enough he didn’t feel the weight of his newfound bulk as it seemed that his body just grew accustomed to the new strength and size.
“I’ve got to test these out tomorrow at the gym” he said as he rushed back to his bed. Funny thing was he also felt extremely riled up and felt as if he had so much more energy that he didn’t feel like sleeping but something else started showing up from all that excitement
He saw how a third leg practically showed up out of nowhere at full mast. “Haha oh shit that wasn’t that big before” he told himself as he discovered the ring had also improved his manhood to match the new body. He pulled down his boxers and started the deed. David was already furiously going at it while also seeing how his new muscles were moving and responding to the action
He felt up his pecs and flexed his new massive biceps as he kept going “oh this’ll be so good!! I canmt wait for tomorrow!! GrAAH!!” As he finished and immediately dozed off to sleep
The following day, he got up to get ready for his weekly workouts at the gym. He normally would have just worn regular shirt and shorts but as he tried getting ready, he saw how both those pieces of clothes wouldn’t even barely fit him. “Okay this might be an issue” he said as he rummaged through his closet for clothes.
Luckily he found a tank too shirt he used to wear during summer — he assumed it would fit him because it didn’t have any sleeves to fit his new massive arms and shoulders. “There, finally something that fits, time to head out and test these guns!” He said as he went out for the gym
Once in the gym, he started testing out his usual workout routine and was surprised at how light his usual weights were now “I can’t believe how light these are, should try for heavier”
As he did bicep curls, he kept changing the weights from 15, 20, 25, and 30 until he ended up around 40 or 45 to finally start feeling actual weight “this is more than 3x the weight I could usually curl FUCK” he said to himself as he pressed on with his exercise. “I can’t wait to get bigger” he added
As he said that, the ring on his finger started shining again. “Didn’t realize I still had this thing on” he realized as the gem glowed the same green as last night. What was weird though was no one else in the gym could see the light - luckily enough he guessed as it would’ve been weird.
The light on the ring shone straight into the direction of one of the big bodybuilder trainers in the gym “you want me to get closer?” He asked himself as the ring was faintly pulling him towards the trainer’s direction
David followed him and the ring into the locker room where the trainer went to his locker to fix his stuff for his next client. To make it believable why he was in there with him, he took off his shirt and acted like he was going to his own locker too.
Unbenknownst to the trainer, David was standing far behind him with the ring casting its green light onto him.
As he pointed his arm out to the trainer, the light shone stronger and stronger eventually casting a full green glow onto the man. It showed off the musculature, each and every carved muscle the man had from yesrs of training and diets
That’s when the familiar feeling from last night came back.
As the light kept shining onto the trainer, David could see how the trainer was getting smaller. His muscles slowly decreasing in size and mass without him even realizing what was happening.
Simultaneously his own body started responding the same way as last night.
His already huge body almost doubled in size again as all of his muscles grew in response to the shrinking man infront of David
His biceps started getting thicker and heavier as muscle packed onto his already amazing arms. His shoulders practically grew out wider as it accommodating more mass that was coming. His pecs were now jutting out by at least more than an inch from his body now effectively blocking the view of his lower half as his abs carved deeper and his leg muscles looking like they could squat a truck
As the light from the ring dimmed, he immediately started flexing right then and there marveling at his newfound mass and size. Seeing how his NEW-new biceps rose to their new size. He assumed that they would now at least be more than 25in at least!
He cupped his pecs as well, enjoying the mass that had now formed on his chest. Practically perfect pecs that had a clear fine divide in the center - not even the Barbarian in D&D could have this build he mentally told himself
He saw the trainer still fixin his stuff, now practically looking like the people he would actually be training.
David bolted to his own locker to act casual.
He tried wearing the same tank top shirt again so as to not give off any alarms and walked back out onto the gym floor.
The shirt he had on now looked as if it were skin tight as it hugged his entire torso. Practically stretched further by the added mass and musculature from the trainer.
“I swear I’m lucky this thing doesn’t have sleeves” he said as he felt his arms up feeling the muscle, the ridges, and the veins that were now occupying his limbs
Now pent up with energy again from the transformation, he went back out to test his new muscles “let’s see if thise 45’s have any weight to them now” he said as he went straight for the dumbbells again
“I think I’ll be keeping this ring around” he said as the ring on his finger started dimly glowing again as the other trainers started their routine with their bodybuilding clients on the benches beside him
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Thanks for reading! AI does have a tendency to have inconsistencies in the photos so take that with a grain of salt
This story is inspired by that one episode of Totally Spies - Super Nerd Much? - where a character named Arnold gets a hold of a ring that absorbed the “coolness” out of people and transferred it all onto himself. It does include muscle growth as he absorbed the muscles of a bodybuilder. Always thought that was a hot way to change. Anyway, enjoy!
Talking to your neighbor Brad he constantly complained about his son Stanley. Brad was quite the charmer, a real guys guy- while Stanley was comparable to a fly on the wall. Lurking around, not totally wanted, making himself known with whines every now and then. You had to admit Stanley would look pretty alright if he just worked out, the kid was alternative– something that Brad hated, but you thought was cute. He wore inch wide tunnel gauges, however it was clear that he had no idea how to actually dress "alternative". Brad had to be in his mid 50s, putting Stanley in his mid 20s. Recently you yourself had just turned 34. In all truth you resonated more with Stanley, but Brad had taken a liking to you since you seem more "traditionally masculine." Little did he know about the faggy transformation stories you read.
The other night while out at the local gay bar you saw Stanley sitting alone, he didn't seem to notice you- staring down into his amber filled glass. The two of you hadn't really talked a ton and you didn't blame him. To him you were just one of his dad's lackies– although that couldn't be further from the truth. Brad just kept inviting you over, and you didn't want to start trouble.
The light almost shimmered, a tight knot forming in your chest. He wasn't totally your type, you usually went for people a little more dominant– at least more dominant than you, but something was compelling you.
You walked up behind him, your hand gently slliding across his shoulder. He looked up at you, suprised. "M-mister!" He stuttered out, his face a bit flush from his drink. He scrambled to make himself presentable, although it was a lost cause.
"Hey boy, didn't think I'd see you around these parts"
"I-it's my first time here- I wanted to try out something new" his weak voice stuttered.
The two of you talked for awhile, finding out that you had a lot of shared interest. By the end of the night something had flipped, his hand was on the back of your waist and his voice was fuller.
"Your place?" Stan whispered, pulling you close. You nodded.
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Stumbling out of the cab it was clear the two of you had had one too many drinks. Barely locking the door he took lead, his soft lips crashing into yours as he pushed you up against the door, his hands exploring your waist.
"You're doing something to me" he said, his voice a low purr- deeper than it shouldve been. Maybe it was the alchohol but you swear he was looming over you now, his shoulders filling out his shirt more.
You slid down as you unbuckled his pants, him tearing off his shirt ravenously. You gasped, he was much more muscular than you had originally though under that shirt. Instead of a lean skinny torso you found your eyes face to face with a set of abs, right above a dick that seemed to pulsate bigger.
"Oh fuck, h-holy shit I'm huge." He said groping his dick through his briefs.
You watched as he massaged the base of his cock, your mouth salivating as he lightly moaned under his breath.
Things quickly escalated as you tried to top him, only to find him effortlessly switching positions with you- his dick grinding up against the slit of your ass.
"Fuck, don't act all big- I know you want me in you" if you hadn't noticed his voice before, you wouldve noticed it now. It was almost guttural- raspy. His muscles inflated even more at this point, you looked behind you as you watched him grope his new body, exploring the newly tanned skin as hair sprinkled itself all over his body. His face has gotten more handsome too, the acne was gone, replaced by a smooth complextion.
He slid into your ass as you shuddered, wet squelching filling the room as his thick head popped in. He moaned, as did you.
"Fuck, you want this dick so bad don't you?" He said as he picked up the pace. All you could do was moan as you could feel his dick grow even longer inside you. His large hands effortlessly flipped you around so you were facing eachother, his intense eyes completely enraptured by your body.
"Say it." He spat out, he looked angry almost.
"I-I want you" you whimpered out, barely able to speak while his dick rammed you mercilessly.
"Louder." His voice not louder, but more intense, like a drill Sargent.
"FUCK, I NEED YOU."
"Good boy" he smiled, his teeth perfectly straight, cocky.
His beautiful mouth now adorned by a thick mustache explored yours as your tongues got to know eachother.
He ramped up the intensity as you heard his breath deepen.
"You loved being fucked by someone younger huh" he huffed out, "being dominanted by someone who should be lower than you." You swallowed as he continued.
"You love feeling small" he whispered matter of factly as he picked you up, continuing to fuck you as he brought you over to the couch. Your eyes couldnt staring at him, his face, his body, the glistening god was too much to handle.
You almost came multiple times, but you wanted to cum at the same time, holding yourself back as his hands pinned your hands down. His musk completely overtaking you.
It was a matter of hours until the two of you finally came, you swear he his dick had been pulsing cum inside you for at least 20 seconds straight. His huge sweaty body pinned you down against the couch, cum was oozing out of your ass as his face nestled into the crook of your neck.
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In the morning you woke up to the smell of eggs, you stumbled to the kitchen sore as you found him in nothing but your apron cooking, the outline of his dick pushing up against your apron- ready to fuck you again.
"Goodmorning beautiful" he smiled at you.
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