Transformations that I find hot

TF stories - mostly reblogs of stuff I like, but also an occasional story of mine

[mrcavanaughtf]

Birthday Wish

My boyfriend Dan turned twenty-nine today and I knew he was feeling anxious about nearing thirty so getting him the perfect present was a priority. For so long he’s talked about buying one of those MascBoost packages but they’re so expensive that he’s never been able to afford one, not off of his measly office worker salary. I wasn’t much better off working as an underpaid and over-stressed cop but I’d been saving up for almost a year and I had just enough to buy the basic package that would give my boyfriend the same level of muscle you’d expect to see on a junior bodybuilder.

Sure enough once Dan had gulped down the bottle of Masc Boost, he all but doubled over and I watched in amazement as his back began to explode with power. Throbbing muscle pushed his shirt to the limit until it started to tear at the seam and I watched hungrily as his shoulders grew broader and Dan’s formerly slender back became meaty and strong in a way that even I was jealous of. I didn’t do too badly for myself because I had to stay fit for my work but it was nothing compared to the still-growing hunk in front of me.

Dan’s arms transformed slowly, his biceps, triceps and all the other muscles expanding with raw power that his shirt sleeves were hopeless to contain. He unconsciously flexed his arms and I felt my cock twitch harder in my pants as I imagined him pinning me to the wall with that strength. There was really no denying that he could overpower me if he wanted to now and that thought actually excited me which was confusing considering I’d always been the top in our relationship.

“That was incredible,” my boyfriend grunted as he straightened up, his voice deep and commanding. It sent a shiver down my spine and I realized that not only had it made his muscles larger but it had also made him a fair few inches taller than me. “Fuck, I’m so big… so hot!” he continued. I could only hum in agreement, too amazed by the hulking stud in front of me to speak.

Dan was surprised to find that the surprised didn’t stop there though. As well as the MascBoost, I’d also purchased some of TFU Tech’s Wishing Dust to sprinkle over his cake. Once he blew out the candles and made a wish, it would come true. I had no idea how the scientists had managed to blend technology and magic so effectively but that was why it was their job and not mine, I supposed.

“What are you going to wish for?” I asked, eyeing him hungrily as he flexed those massive biceps again. Something told me we were going to be having a lot of fun in the bedroom that night, especially with the plotting smirk he flashed me when he finally tore his eyes away from his muscles. He didn’t even answer, he just leaned down and blew out the candles.

My mind went fuzzy after that. All I could think about was serving Daniel, my master, who so graciously lets me live with him. Worshiping his muscular body was my only goal in life and why wouldn’t it be? A feminine twink like me was never going to achieve much more in life than dancing on a pole at some sleazy gay club so being Daniel’s bitch was a total dream come true. He likes it when I dance at the club anyway, especially when I’m wearing a slutty cop uniform. I’m not really sure why he enjoys it so much but who am I to complain? He’s the birthday boy and it’s about time he got his birthday blowjob!

[allwhitebriefs]

[ladofadad]

Go Fuck Yourself

Henry got in a fight with his girlfriend last night. In anger he yelled, “I wish I could just be with someone more like me!” His girlfriend stormed out angrily telling him to go fuck himself.

When Henry awoke the next morning, there was a man who looked just like him sitting in the window sill. It had to be a prank, he thought. Someone that his now ex girlfriend hired to mess with him. But this man looked exactly like him. It wasn’t possible, especially on such short notice.

Snapping him out of his trance, the man who was scrolling his phone and playing with his growing bulge asked, “Babe, I’m getting horny, can we fuck?”

“Fuck you man, suck my dick,” said Henry still thinking that this was some sort of conspiracy.

“Okay,” said the mysterious man coming over presumably to give Henry the blowjob which he facetiously asked for.

“But you really should be nicer to your boyfriend,” said the man as he was on his hands and knees pulling down Henry’s tighty whities.

Henry’s cock grew hard. He’d gotten blown by men before, not that he’d ever told his recent girlfriend that. He could deal with the fact that this guy thought they were boyfriends after about a half an hour when he would bust his nut down the stranger’s throat.

The man identical to Henry was giving him the best blowjob of his life. Sure, he knew men were better at it in general, but it was like this guy knew *exactly* how he liked it. It was a little creepy but it was such a good blow, Henry didn’t give a fuck. The lookalike was playing with his own hard cock as he serviced Henry. ‘Whatever makes you happy faggot,’ thought Henry.

As he was getting closer to cumming, the imposter man got up and threw Henry face down on the bed. Henry was about to object when he felt the man’s tongue start lapping at his hole hungrily. He barely stifled a moan. None of Henry’s ex girlfriends had ever eaten his booty before, and apparently he liked it a lot. The man’s beard felt so good and despite himself, Henry closed his eyes and couldn’t help but smile mouth agape and moan.

The mystery man worked Henry over for a while and then threw himself on the bed on his back, reached and grabbed his own feet to present his underwear clad ass to Henry, behging in a good boy boice,

“Now can I have what I want?”

What was Henry doing entertaining this fag? He should be kicking the weirdo out of his apartment. But his cock raged from all of the foreplay with this stranger.. And he had to admit, the man’s white cotton covered ass was intriguingly enticing. Before he could second guess his own actions, Henry scrambled for the lube in his nightstand drawer. The clone removed his undies and prepared to be fucked.

Henry stuck his meaty veiny erection into the stranger’s fuzzy bottom. The walls were so tight. It was nothing like fucking a vagina. He knew he wouldn’t last long after so much foreplay and with such a tight unfamiliar hole, so he began fucking him hard and fast. The doppelgänger could see that Henry wasn’t going to last long, so he started furiously masturbating his own dick. The two moaned in different tones with identical voices. One distinctly the moans of a man being fucked.

As Henry got close to climax he began making out with the man. This action surprised him, but the man didn’t seem surprised at all, as if they had made out a million times. He forced his tongue down the stranger’s throat even though his mouth tasted like Henry’s own cock. He came hard and then felt the man’s spray his load all over both of their stomachs and chests.

Afterwards, Henry didn’t kick the man out like he had planned. They showered together, played some games and watched some of their favorite shows and even cuddled in bed that night. Henry didn’t know where this mysterious clone boyfriend came from, but he was in no hurry to send him back.

[malepossessstory]

Possessed Dad

I had just arrived home from work when I saw my Dad, come out through the foyer in nothing but shorts. The moment he saw me, he took big steps towards me and kissed me.

"Oh, hi 'son'… how was work today?"

"Oh come on babe… you know you don'y have to call me that anymore… You may be my dad now, but you're my boyfriend deep down hehe…"

A few months ago…

This is my boyfriend, Jake. We had been in a relationship for three years after having met on a blind date and found out that we also go to the same university.

While I'm more on the introverted side, he was more of the social butterfly in the relationship. Despite our different personalities, we were compatible and he was the more dominant one in the bedroom and also he knows I love being dominated and getting tied up, so our sex life was super great hehe.

However, our relationship was cut short when Jake died in a car accident after a drunk truck driver ran the red light and plowed into Jake's car.

His death really destroyed me and I kept crying for weeks mourning his death. My dad, who didn't know about my relationship with Jake, asked what's wrong but I couldn't bring myself to tell him and kept everything to myself.

One day, I bought an ouija board from an antique shop to try to summon the ghost of my boyfriend. When I used it, he immediately answered me through the board and I was super happy.

I used the planchette to try to see if I can find my boyfriend. But when I did, I could not see anyone and was disappointed. However, when I put it down, I was shocked when I saw Jake's face inches away from me, fully naked.

"Hi, babe!"

'Aargghh!" I screamed in shock. My shock turned to one of missing his dead boyfriend as Jake winked at me.

"Jake… I-I…." Before I can finish my sentence, he turned physical and kissed me, hard. "H-How can I kiss you?!"

"I was shocked as well, I had been wanting to kiss you the moment you called on me and was surprised I can kiss you!"

"I-I miss you Jake… I was so sad you died and now you're here!"

Before Jake can answer, my dad suddenly entered the room and I immediately hid the ouija board. "Hey son, why are you screaming? Everything okay?"

Apparently, my dad can't see Jake being with me so I immediately lied, "Oh, n-nothing dad, I thought I saw a cockroach and screamed. You know how much I hate cockroaches."

When my dad left the room, Jake and I immediately got to talking. I told him that I've been missing him and all the times we've been together.

Suddenly, he made himself physical again and touched my growing bulge. "Wanna do it, babe?"

Without hesitation, I kissed him hard and we started fucking on my bed and I can bet you we did all the things that we have fantasized about and done before.

The next day…

After our night of fucking, I fell asleep in bed with him next to me and when I woke up in the morning, I was sad when I saw that Jake was gone. Even though it was only for a short time, I'm glad that he was there so that I can say goodbye.

Or, that was what I thought when I suddenly saw my dad acting weird when I went to the bathroom and saw him. He was touching his big abs and penis, and also moaning while doing so.

"Dad, what the fuck?!"

Dad turned around and pulled me into the bathroom.

"Babe, it's me! Jake!"

"What? Please tell me this is some kind of dumb joke. And how did you even find out about him?"

"Babe, I promise you it's me, your, well, boyfriend now dad!" He then proceeded to spill out things that only he knows about me, from where we had our first date to what things he knows I like him doing to me during sex.

Then he told me how it happened.

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The night before (Jake's POV)

Being a bit turned on by the dad's body, I wanted to see for myself what he looks like up close and so I went to his room.

I flew into his room, and he was taking a selfie and it looks like he's preparing to sleep. When I floated behind him, I was mesmerised by his body and just wanted to touch his muscles.

Instead, I felt myself getting sucked into him through his back and I tried to pull away, but it didn't do anything and I ended up getting sucked in.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in your dad's body and was shocked.

"Damn… I'm not sure what had happened but I'm starting to like this hehehe…" I then used my new hands to jerk myself off and pinched myself in the nipples, moaning ecstatically as I reveled in the pleasures of having a new body.

---

When he finished, I was shocked. "I admit, I was curious about your dad and his hot body. If you remember, I always wanted to have a big burly body but well now I can't as a ghost."

Not gonna lie, seeing my dad with his sweaty body and big arms gave me a hard on, and Jake noticed.

Grinning, Jake walked up to me and said, "Wanna have a taste of my new hot body babe? I'm guessing seeing your dad be controlled by me gave you a hard-on. And you know I won't ever leave your side now that I'm in control of your dad."

And what followed was a full day of weekend fucking and getting to know my dad's body as Jake used Dad's strength to pin me to my bed and suck my nipples, tie me up, and dominate me.

In the present…

In order to be able to pull off this relationship, we left the house we were living in and moved to another neighborhood where no one knows us, and it was easier since our family had cut off all ties after my dad approved of my sexuality.

When I asked him what happened to Dad, he told me that the moment he entered my Dad, my dad had been silent, so either he's here but asleep or he's gone, since there hasn't been any resistance.

As he continued to fuck me in our bedroom, he says, "I'm gonna fuck you hard baby, and I want you to please me with your mouth on my cock."

[guyinthegreycloak]

A Wish for Immortality

The genie gave me 3 wishes as you'd expect.

I asked for a biggest dick any guy could want, Secondly, a body loved by everyone, and lastly, immortality. All in one long run-on sentence...

The genie granted them all at the same time, but nothing happened. He smirked, and said, "You'll figure it out soon enough."

Weeks gone by, and on my way to work I had a heart attack at only 24 years old.

I woke up and saw a foreign bedroom. I stood up in a frenzy. I saw it. My dick was a absolutely beautiful nightmare to behold. Must be over 10 inches fully erect. I started to readjust my new package while admiring my new body in the mirror.

The memories hit me like a freight train. This body used to belong to a straight dude. "Sorry man, but this dick is only for men I deem fit enough to take up the massive privilege. And this body was a straight porn star? Well, no matter. It's mine now. A cover story of being a closet case and offering no explanations should be okay for now. "

"Fuck this dick is aching for release, but I think I'll refuse the urge for now. Time to hit up gay bars and apps. I'll need to find a worthy hookup soon, before my new Mount Blood Rusher dick erupts."

"He's a cutie." I thought. We talked it over and he was down to make out after I asked. And we went over to my new place after. After topping him with what felt like a power hose, he wanted to top me too. I nodded. And he was really sweet about it too.

[jakelandry]

New Position

Eric couldn’t stand his roommate. Carson was everything he wasn’t; a big strong jocky guy who seemed to bring a new girl over every other night. The number of times Eric had been kicked out of his room because Carson needed to use it was far too many. He tried to be polite but it was getting past the point of courtesy. That’s why he found the witch to give him a special potion. It was supposed to make Carson a little bit calmer maybe even cleaner.

He slipped it into his protein shake. Carson would never know. He’d drink it on his way back from the gym and it’d take its effect. He was surprisingly sweaty today. Tossing off his clothes and walking naked to the shower. Eric really wasn’t sure what he should expect to happen. But now he had to get a piece of clothing. A recently worn pair of underwear lay on his bed. Eric grabbed them and put them on. He had to hold them up over his scrawny thighs. They kept trying to fall down.

Walking over to the mirror he hoped he’d be able to tell. Little by little he could start to see the changes. His arms grew wider rounding out with his shoulders. His legs stretched longer. Muscle started building giving shape to his very boxy frame. New curves of muscle filled in underneath his arms giving him wide lats. His chest pushed forward and rounded out.

“Wow…” he grinned to himself wanting to snap a photo. But suddenly he heard a high pitched scream in the other room.

“What the Hell? What the Hell? What the Hell?” Carson kept mumbling to himself looking at the mirror. His body had shrunk to the same square frame that Eric had been. “This can’t be happening.”

“It is,” Eric leaned against the bathroom doorframe.

“What the Hell,” Carson turned to see his massive body staring back at him. “You did this,” his high pitch voice made the threatening finger point even less intimidating. He poked it right into Eric’s chest who just laughed and laughed.

“I did,” he laughed some more.

“Why!?” Carson glared.

“Cause I could. Wouldn’t you?”

The question hit Carson pretty hard. But he really did. Feeling this scrawny body made him feel so weak. He hated it. That’s why he worked out so much. But something felt really strange. Staring at his muscular body, he felt so horny. All he could think about was pushing Eric’s large muscular body against the hard ceramic walls. He wanted to shove his cock deep into that asshole. Carson slowly worked his way closer to Eric. His eyes filled with lust.

“What are you doing?” Eric asked. But a sudden thought of him being shoved up against the bathroom wall shot through his head too. “You wouldn’t…” he said as he backed up against the wall. His own erection pulsed in his underwear.

“Why?” Carson rolled his hands over the deep indentions in front of him. “Wouldn’t you?” he mocked. He leaned forward and shifted his weight to his tip toes. He locked lips with Eric. He thought about pushing the little guy away. It would be so easy. But his mouth opened up. He let Carson’s tongue in. They slowly explored the other’s body. Hands rolled around the other’s skin, never stopping. Only slowing down when they found a particularly comfortable place they liked.

Carson grabbed at the underwear and pulled it down revealing Eric’s large dick. His hands grabbed hold and started stroking it. “Oh man,” Eric moaned. “I didn’t know you were gay.”

“Shut it asshole,” Carson turned the much larger guy around. Eric barely caught his hands on the wall as Carson pushed against him. “I’ve experimented.” He started rubbing his dick up and down the back of Eric’s firm ass. The strong muscles holding him up stopped working for the moment. His face planted itself against the wall.

“Fuck man…” Eric’s hand reached down to stroke his own dick. His deep masculine moans filled the bathroom as Carson had been using his fingers to slowly open up his tight hole. He pressed hard trying to open it up faster. He was way hornier than usual. Feeling the giant before him just take it felt so good. His own dick leaked some more.

He finally felt comfortable enough to send his own dick in. He shoved it against the hole and it pushed back. Carson pushed harder; shoving it all the way in. Eric’s body almost folded in on itself; his legs losing the strength their size showed. He let out a loud groan. His face slid up and down the tile as Carson thrusted. The entirety of his body pushed against Eric’s muscled ass.

“Keep going,” Eric groaned. His own hand kept working himself faster. He was so close to finishing. He could feel Carson pushing further into him. “Oh FUCK!” his deep voice reverberated off the hard walls. Come shot against the tile as he pumped more and more out.

“That’s right you little bitch. Know just cause you’re bigger than me I’m the one who makes you come.”

“Yes sir,” Eric’s voice was hazy as he said it.

“Good,” he shot his own cum into Eric’s ass. Load after load filled the man in front of him. Carson pulled himself out and started for the shower again. With each step his stride seemed to become longer. He walked more with his shoulders as his legs grew thicker. He reached down to look at his body only to see his perfectly round pecs right back where they should have been. His hands reached around gripping the firm muscle beneath it. He rinsed off, feeling the water ripple around his body.

“We-We-We switched back?” Eric sounded so concerned as Carson walked over to him.

“Guess so big guy,” he flexed his massive arm to show his dominance. Eric backed into his come. “If you ever try that shit again it’s going to be so much worse for you.” Carson grabbed his underwear from the floor watching Eric try to scurry away in fear.

Carson huffed as he walked out the door preparing for his date. He needed to look tough in front of Eric because if the little guy tried what he’d just done, it was going to work. And then it’d be back to where they were. Even if he liked the idea of the small guy’s dick up his ass he still needed to be the big man on campus. And he didn’t have time for that shit.

Part 2

[guyinthegreycloak]

Superpower Bottom

I think I messed up when I willingly accepted to swap bodies with this guy. He seemed so perfect, like why give it away?

I met Cory at a concert. Seemed like he was trying to hide. We made eye contact. He offered me his body to live in. Said I was cute. I wanted to think about it, but as he walked away, I changed my mind, and said yes.

We went to a body swapping facility nearby and signed paperwork. First thing I noticed after swapping was how my new ass felt like an open sky. I looked to my old face, and he was relaxing and maybe relieved.

I called my old friend Liam to tell him the news. And he came over. He was staring at my dick, and then checked my posterior. "You even got a nice bubble butt! Can I touch?"

"Sure" I told him. He felt static electricity when he did, and laughed. He asked for sex, and I said, "why not, you'll be my first time in a new body." We got around to flip fucking, and he entered my ass.

"My dick is stuck. It feels good though. WHAT IS GOING ON?" he freaked out. I felt his dick growing inside me. Once it filled the entirety of my insides, it released it. And man, did he go from scared to super excited.

"I got a monster sized dick now! This is amazing. That ass gave me a monster... dude that ass could make us, I mean you so much money. Who wouldn't pay for a bigger dick?"

"I think i know why the original owner gave me his body now... and an ass this coveted isn't safe to own... only topping now for now... please don't tell anyone. Hopefully, there aren't many others that do as well. But Cory did seem very relieved when he became me."

Liam kept eyeing my ass... "Dude we should call you a Superpower Bottom because that bottom packs so much power."

"Not funny, Liam."

Liam already told his best friends to come... I was upset when they arrived. To keep them quiet. They all got the bigger dicks they wanted. It took 3 hours for all 10 of them. I was dehydrated afterwards. It takes energy that I don't really have.

I packed a bag. And went somewhere I wouldn't be known. I stopped at a gas station. Ran into my old body by chance. Asked for it back. He declined. He did ask for a quick fuck... I figured i could keep asking for it back if I let him. My former body's dick grew to 9 inches. And he was on his way... guess I'm Cory forever unless I trick someone. Or maybe I'll become famous for this, and hire a protection detail. That settles it. I'm Cory the famous Superpower Bottom and verse top...

[m2mbodyswap-deactivated20211220]

The Great Shift - The “Son’s” New Life of Fun

Goddamn! It’s amazing how hot I am now. OK, it’s going to sound conceited, but I love to jack off in the mirror pretty often just staring at my new body. Can you blame me? I’m hot as fuck!

I didn’t always look this good, took quite a bit of work and a change of style along with it. My son and I randomly switched bodies one day – Same day a lot of people did actually. Yeah, it sucked for both of us at first. The only good thing out of it was I was younger now, but at the time, I was a skinny fat twerp, you know the type, stick thin arms and legs, a slight gut – I looked like shit, even if I wasn’t as fat as I was in my old body.

But look at me now, just a few years later, I’m a mother fucking stud! I took up a bunch of sports, worked out like a madman following my “dad’s” lead (damn he looks good now… damned good! I’d be a little jealous if I didn’t look better) and well, as you can see, I ain’t skinny fat anymore!

Yeah, being my own son is weird, but not as weird as your “dad” dating a bunch of girls only a few years older, like his new girl Cindy. But it’s whatever, he’d probably be weirded out to know I’m hooking up with all kinds of dudes now, some even older than he is – So I guess fair’s fair, right?

I don’t mind calling them daddy as we fuck all night long, some of them totally unaware that I used to be older than they are. But what the fuck do I care? I’m a fit sexy young stud now, and I can get just about any dude I want.

Phew, all right, I need to get my ass to the gym, this bod ain’t gonna keep itself looking this sexy, am I right? I just need to clean this mess off my mirror first… *lick, lick, lick… swallow* Yum, that tastes so fuckin good!

*Sniff* Damn, I should probably shower first, but fuck it, Tom loves when we fuck in the shower after a heavy lift, he can clean me off with his tongue as I fuck his tight daddy ass.

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[makingrealalphas-deactivated202]

“It’s insane, isn’t it? Like, everyone was so shocked seeing me like this when in fact I am always this big ever since I started working out more intensely,” “Hmmmh….yes. You definitely in a path of becoming a jock since elementary. Umhm…..Jake, do you remember Samantha?” asked the nervous nerd, Cole, hands on phone while his eyes silently peeking at Jake ripped body “What kind of question is that? Of course, she is my girlfriend,” “NO!” Cole snapped, “I mean, no…..you don’t like her,” he said, fiddled with his buzzing phone “Uhhh….well, I don’t like her that much now tho. The sex sucks, she always asked me to quick things up because it hurts her, pfftt….like I care,” “"Umh…..don’t you think that maybe you’re into boys instead?” Cole asks again, now a little bit more daring as he is able to eventually look at Jake in the eye “Hhhnnngghhh……well….as matter of fact, maybe I love boys too. I mean, I feel not comfortable talking about it, especially with the fact that I’m the team captain,” “Yes….in fact, you are team captain because all the boys respect you no matter what. And you are the team captain too, everyone is following your order so when you said them to suck your dick, they will, right?” Cole talked very quickly, his face blushing when he remembered what he said and the phone in his grip sends a very strong buzz, his hand slightly convulsed “Wow……..that’s…..quite accurate. This might sounds weird, but I guess the team is kinda open with those types of thing,” “Yeah…..and they’re totally cool right with the fact that you dated me?” Cole smiled, the phone buzzed even more, making his hands jerked for a moment before back to normal “Of course they are. I mean, do they even can say a thing? All those boys are mine, they better remember who popped their tight ass before talking shit about me. They have image to keep and they definitely don’t want to end up like Aaron, poor bastard saying shit about you, now look where he is, dumped from the team and have zero social life. A great reminder to not mess with me, or you,” his now boyfriend smiled at him. Cole only smirked and move slightly forward as he give a playful kiss to Jake, both boys decided to continue their run back to the beach

[zzzzzbored]

“Please,” Jordan groaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure, “Please make it stop.”

“It’s almost done,” I assured him. The last bits of stubble prickled out across his jawline, and across his broadening chest. His body settled into its final shape, leaving him with a thoroughly masculine physique that was almost too sexy to be true.

“Why did you do this to me? Who am I?”

“You’re my Uncle Mike,” I explained, “I always thought he was hot, but I could never do anything about it. But now that you’re him, you’re going to let me do whatever I want with that sexy body.”

“No, I won’t,” Jordan said. He was surprisingly defiant. I hoped that the spell had really worked the way that it was supposed to. “Please. Turn me back.”

“Let’s try this again,” I said, “You’re going to let me do whatever I want with that sexy body, Uncle Mike.”

Ah, that was the trigger. He had to be called “Uncle Mike.” Just like that, I saw the switch flip in his mind. The desperate, pleading look he had on his face totally disappeared, replaced with the same friendly grin that my Uncle Mike usually wore.

“Hey, buddy!” he said in exactly the right way, “What am I doing here? Why don’t I have any clothes on?”

“You were just about to let me suck your dick, Uncle Mike,” I said.

“I was?”

“Yeah,” I said, licking my lips, “You were going to let me suck that huge, juicy dick, and then let me taste your cum.”

“Oh!” He said not only as if he was just suddenly remembering it, but also as if it was completely normal for his nephew to be coming onto him so shamelessly. “Well then, come on over here, buddy. Don’t wanna keep my favorite nephew waiting.”

He placed his hands on his hips and presented his cock to me with a smile. I was instantly on my knees with my lips eagerly wrapped around it. It was just as delicious as I always imagined it to be. The only thing that made it better was knowing he’d be the one sucking me off next.

[hunkpossession0]

**Found this personal trainer on Insta, I chatted a lil bit with him, and now I got his body. Poor him.**

It all started with a late-night scroll through Instagram. You know how it goes—one minute you’re just browsing, and the next, you’re sucked into the world of fitness models and personal trainers, each more jacked than the last. That’s when I found *him*.

This guy was perfection in human form. Towering height, muscles that looked like they were chiseled from stone, and a face that screamed confidence. The guy even rocked a thick, perfectly groomed mustache that somehow made him look even more masculine. His profile was full of workout tips, nutrition advice, and those motivational posts that usually make me roll my eyes. But something about him had me hooked.

“Man, if I had that body,” I muttered to myself, almost jokingly. But then the thought took hold. *What if*?

I shot him a DM, asking for some beginner tips—playing the part of the clueless newbie. To my surprise, he replied almost instantly, eager to help. We went back and forth for a bit, him giving advice and me pretending to be interested, while I worked on something far more… *ambitious*.

As we chatted, I tapped into an ability I’d been perfecting—a way to connect with someone on a deeper level. To reach out and *take* what was theirs. He had no idea that while he was busy explaining how to start on squats and deadlifts, I was making a connection that would change everything.

And then, with one final push, I felt it—the shift.

Suddenly, I wasn’t lounging on my bed anymore. I was standing in a gym, holding his phone in his hand, feeling the weight of his massive arms, the strength in his legs. I flexed one arm, watching as the muscles bulged, hard and defined, beneath the skin. My heart pounded with excitement and something else… an overwhelming sense of power.

I took a deep breath, my chest expanding with muscles that weren’t mine just a moment ago. I was in *his* body now, and damn, did it feel good. The thick mustache above my lip twitched as I grinned at my reflection in the mirror, marveling at how it suited this face, this body. I ran a hand over it, feeling the rough bristles that added an extra layer of ruggedness to this perfect form.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, my voice deep and resonant. *His* voice. My voice now.

My phone buzzed in my pocket—*his* pocket, I reminded myself—and I pulled it out to see a flood of missed notifications. But those could wait. The first thing I did was block my old account. Whoever was stuck in my former body wouldn’t be getting any help from me. They’d just have to deal with the shock of being… *me* now.

Meanwhile, across town, I could only imagine the horror and confusion on my former face as the realization hit. That once-comfortable body now felt alien, weak in comparison to what I had now. But I couldn’t waste time worrying about him—this was about me, about *living* in this body, and I intended to enjoy every second of it.

I turned back to the mirror, running my hands over my chest and abs, flexing just to watch the muscles ripple under the skin. God, I looked good. My new body felt hot, practically humming with energy, with a need I’d never felt before. The gym suddenly seemed smaller, like it couldn’t contain everything I was feeling.

An idea popped into my head, and I pulled out his phone again, quickly downloading Grindr. It didn’t take long to set up a profile—one of his shirtless pics as the main image, of course. The matches started rolling in almost immediately, the phone buzzing nonstop.

I couldn’t help but smirk at the screen. I shot a message to a couple of nearby guys, already knowing where this night was headed. The gym could wait—there were other ways to test out this body, and I was eager to explore *all* of them.

Back in that old, weak body, the poor guy was probably still staring at his reflection in disbelief, trying to figure out what had happened. But that was his problem now. I had bigger, better things to do—starting with enjoying every inch of this perfect new body. The thick mustache tickled my upper lip as I grinned wider, anticipation flooding my veins.

This is going to be fun.

[permanent-swaps]

Playing With The Numbers: A SwapService Story

I was lying in bed scrolling through Grindr with one hand, the other resting on my stomach. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fan. It was a Thursday night and I wasn’t expecting much — just killing time before I passed out.

I swiped past a few generic torso shots and blank profiles when a new face popped up. My thumb froze mid-air.

Ryan Callahan. Coach Ryan. My high school swimming coach. For four years I had shamelessly tried to get his attention. I used to “accidentally” flex every time I climbed out of the pool and knew he was watching. I’d linger in the locker room with my towel slung low, joking around with the other guys while making sure he got a good look. I was still deep in the closet back then, so I played it off as regular jock shit. But he never took the bait. Never even gave me a second glance that I could tell.

Now here he was. Less than three miles away. Active twenty minutes ago.

Now forty years old, he had a beard with streaks of gray, short hair going silver at the temples, and the same heavy, hairy chest I used to stare at every day in high school. He was shirtless in the bathroom mirror selfie. His shoulders and pecs still looked solid, the dark hair across his chest even thicker than I remembered. The profile listed him at 5'11", 205 lbs, and looking for “fun, no strings.”

My heart started beating harder. I let out a slow breath and tapped the message button.

Before I could even type anything, the typing bubble appeared.

“Fuck dude you’re super cute.”

Two pictures followed right after. The first was a close-up of his cock, thick and heavy, hanging soft but already filling out. The second showed the same dick gripped in his hand, now mostly hard, head flushed dark. A thick vein ran along the top. His hand looked big around it.

I was practically salivating.

“Damn, you don’t know how happy I am to hear you say that,” I replied.

He didn’t waste any time.

“Looking to get off tonight. You down?” He said.

“I have work in the morning but fuck it. Send me the address.” I responded.

Twenty minutes later I stood outside his apartment door on the third floor of a quiet building a couple towns over. My heart was pounding hard. I knocked twice.

The door opened.

Ryan stood there shirtless in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips. His chest and stomach were covered in dark hair mixed with gray. His shoulders and arms still carried the muscle from years of coaching and lifting. He looked at me with heavy, hungry eyes and stepped aside.

“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath as I walked in.

He closed the door, turned to the kitchen counter, and poured two glasses of whiskey. He handed one to me. I took a sip. The burn went straight down.

Ryan didn’t speak. He stepped closer, set his glass down, and reached for my shirt. His thick fingers undid the top three buttons smoothly. Then he leaned in, pressed his mouth to the side of my neck, and started kissing me there. His beard scratched against my skin. One hand slid under the back of my shirt, rough and warm as it moved up my spine.

I took another sip of whiskey while his mouth worked lower, sucking lightly at the spot where my neck met my shoulder. His other hand stayed on my lower back, pulling me closer until my hips bumped against his.

We never finished the drinks. Ryan took the glass from my hand, set it aside, and nodded toward the hallway. I followed him into the bedroom. The only light came from a small lamp on the nightstand. The bed was already turned down.

He pushed the door shut and took full control. He stripped the rest of my clothes off slowly, then shoved me back onto the bed. He climbed on top of me, his heavy, hairy body pressing me into the mattress.

He took his time. He pushed my legs up and back, then buried his face between my cheeks. His beard rubbed rough against my skin while his tongue worked me open, slow and wet. I gripped the sheets and let out low groans every time he pushed deeper. He kept going until my hole was slick and relaxed.

When he finally pulled back, he grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and lubed up. He lined himself up and pushed inside me. The stretch burned at first, but once he was all the way in, pure bliss took over. Ryan fucked me deep and steady, his hips rolling in a strong, controlled rhythm. His hairy chest hovered over me as he held my legs open. Every thrust felt better than the last.

We fucked for at least half an hour. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and my moans growing louder. Ryan stayed in charge, shifting angles until he hit the spot that made my back arch off the bed.

Finally I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Please take off the condom,” I said, voice rough.

Ryan paused mid-thrust, eyes dark. “Fuck kid, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

He pulled out, ripped the condom off, and tossed it aside. His bare cock looked even thicker now, slick and flushed. He pushed back inside me in one smooth motion.

He leaned down closer, still fucking me deep. One big hand wrapped around my lubed cock and started stroking me slowly, twisting at the head on every upstroke. His other hand found my left nipple, rolling and pinching it. Then he leaned in and kissed me, beard scratching my face, tongue sliding into my mouth.

That pushed me over the edge. My whole body tensed and I came hard, shooting across my stomach and chest while he kept stroking me through it. My hole clenched tight around him.

Ryan lasted another five minutes. His thrusts got shorter and harder. Then his breathing changed. He buried himself deep, let out a low guttural groan, and came. His face twisted in the hottest way — jaw tight, eyes half-shut, mouth open just enough to show his teeth. I felt every pulse as he filled me up.

He stayed inside me for a long moment afterward, both of us breathing hard. His sweaty, hairy chest pressed against mine while his cock slowly softened.

We lay there in the afterglow, bodies slick with sweat. Ryan’s heavy chest rose and fell against my side, his arm resting across my stomach.

After a few minutes he turned his head toward me.

“You clean?” he asked, voice low and rough.

I let out a small laugh. “Damn Coach, don’t you trust me?”

Ryan gave me a strange look and pushed himself up on one elbow.

“Wait, fuck… do you know me?”

What a weird way to phrase that question, I thought.

“Yeah Coach,” I said. “I was on your team for four years. You made me captain senior year. Don’t you remember?”

His face changed. “Fuck… shit shit.” He rubbed a hand across his face. “He told me not to do this. He’s gonna be pissed.”

He stared at the ceiling, then shrugged. “Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now. Guess it’s his problem.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

Ryan let out a long breath. “This isn’t my real body. I’m not actually Ryan. My name is Cruz. We swapped for a few days using this site called SwapService.”

I stared at him. “Swapped?”

“Yeah. Ryan and I swapped bodies.” He ran a hand through the short graying hair. “How it works is you enter your own body stats — height, weight, age, build, everything. Then you put in the type of guy you want to swap with. The site gives you compatibility percentages with people looking to swap. Ryan and I hit like 85%.”

I stayed quiet for a second, then asked, “Why would Ryan ever want to swap?”

Cruz scratched at the thick hair on his chest. “I don’t remember every detail, but he said he’s been reckoning with his sexuality. He wanted to experiment with being an openly gay man for a few days. Guess he’s been in the closet a long time.”

He shrugged Ryan’s broad shoulders.

“The only rules he gave me was to stay DL and safe. He’s not out to anyone, not even his doctor, so he’s not on PrEP. He didn’t want it getting back to anyone he knows. So fucking one of his old swimmers raw…” He let out a short laugh. “That was a double no in his book.”

I looked at him and gave a stunted, incredulous laugh. “So do you swap often then?”

Cruz laughed low in Ryan’s deep voice and scratched at the thick hair on his chest. “Oh, I do it all the time. I like being older muscle hunks. Lets me fuck guys like you.” He looked me up and down slowly, eyes still hungry. “Young, lean, blonde jocks with tight asses. Never gets old.” He reached over and gave my thigh a squeeze before continuing. “And you felt even better and tighter than most.”

I felt my face heat up. Cruz leaned back against the pillows, looking completely relaxed in Ryan’s body.

I couldn’t stop myself from asking more. I was dying to know what kind of guy Ryan would actually trade this body for.

“So… what kind of body did you leave behind?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. “You must have offered Ryan something he really wanted if he agreed to the swap.”

Cruz grinned, Ryan’s bearded face looking amused. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed his phone, and scrolled for a second before turning the screen toward me. The photo showed a 23-year-old Latino guy with a muscular twink build — smooth tan skin, sharp jawline, dark hair, and a tight six-pack. He was shirtless in a gym mirror, flexing with a cocky smile.

“That’s me,” Cruz said. “My real body.”

He locked the phone and tossed it back onto the nightstand. “I don’t like being a twink. Never have. So I swap all the time. Usually, once I’m a few days into a swap and the guy is really enjoying himself, I ask if he wants to make it permanent. Still haven't gotten on to say yes though. It's a big commitment I guess and I only offer to swap with the hottest guys.”

Cruz shrugged Ryan’s broad shoulders, his thick fingers idly scratching through the graying hair on his chest.

“I haven’t asked Ryan yet, though. Wasn’t sure how he’d react.”

My mind started spinning with possibilities.

If Ryan was willing to swap with a guy like Cruz — a complete stranger — then maybe he’d be open to swapping with me too. And if he liked being in my younger, lean, blonde body… maybe he’d agree to make it permanent.

All of the sudden, I pictured myself waking up inside Ryan’s body for good. Looking down at this thick, hairy chest every morning. Feeling the weight of these heavy muscles. Walking around with this deep voice and this powerful build. My cock started getting hard again just thinking about it, twitching against my stomach as the fantasy took hold.

Cruz noticed immediately. His eyes dropped to my growing erection and a slow, knowing smirk spread across Ryan’s face.

“Looks like you’re ready for round two already.”

He rolled on top of me again and pushed my legs apart. “And for the rest of the night, you still call me Ryan. Got it?”

“Yes, Ryan,” I breathed, voice already thick with need.

He lined himself up and slid back inside me raw, slow and deep. I groaned loudly as he bottomed out.

Ryan started thrusting in a steady, powerful rhythm, his heavy, hairy body moving over mine.

With every thrust, I imagined running my hands over this thick chest, feeling the weight of Ryan’s muscles under my fingers.

“Ryan…” I moaned.

He picked up the pace, hips snapping harder as he drove deeper into me.

I pictured myself lifting his arm and burying my face in his hairy pit, inhaling his scent while I was in his body.

“Fuck… Ryan,” I gasped.

Cruz leaned down, beard scraping against my neck as he growled in my ear, “You like that, kid?”

Another deep thrust made my back arch.

I imagined wrapping my hand around Ryan’s thick cock — my new cock — and jerking off slowly in front of the mirror, watching his body respond.

“Ryan… fuck, Ryan!” I cried out, voice breaking.

His thrusts grew rougher, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

The more he fucked me, the more certain I became.

I was going to become Ryan.

No matter what it took.

He pinned my wrist harder to the bed, pounding into me with deep, possessive strokes.

I saw myself bending Ryan over in my old body, sliding this fat cock inside him and fucking him deep after he finally agreed to make the swap permanent. I imagined finally cumming inside him.

“Ryan… don’t stop,” I moaned desperately, my hole clenching around him.

Cruz leaned closer, voice low and rough against my ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Every powerful thrust pushed me closer to the edge while the fantasy burned hotter in my mind.

This body was going to be mine.

[dreamertf]

Uncle, Roommate?

/tw incest, in a way

My uncle, roommate- wait. No- fuck I don't know anymore I'm so confused. There used to be this person that Jace used to be. I swear he used to be older, but I'm not too sure now. The day that changes began I thought I was going crazy- I woke up to him in the kitchen making breakfast. Instead of his usually short fat ugly self, he looked… normal. Something I hadn't been used to at all.

His hair was more filled in, neat, rather than the messy balding bird's nest it used to be. He talked calmly, his voice a bit lower than normal. That was just the beginning. Each day I woke up scared as he continued to morph into someone completely different, something completely different. I’m not so bad looking myself, 6’2”, muscular, definitely my fathers child. But after a few days he was taller than me.

I woke up to the sound of weights in the garage. The clanking noise followed by deep grunting. The day before the garage just held his old dusty car and a few cobwebs, but opening the door I found a complete home gym. A bit janky, but very good for a home gym. As he stood up my eyes trailed down his shirtless sweaty body. Jace looked completely different, he was my age now, about 20 years old. His shoulders broad and muscular, leading down to a narrow waist adorned with an eight pack of abs. A small dusting of hair leading downwards into his tight gym shorts. 

“You gotta learn to stop staring bud” he huffed out, smiling.

That damn fucking smirk was dangerous. His chiseled face had gained dimples in the past day, making his perfect cocky smirk even more attractive. His wavy hair flopped down as he adjusted his package– the head of his huge dick straining against those lucky pair of shorts. Stretched to its limit, what I would give to be in its position. 

“Not that I mind much” he continued, winking as he went back to working out. 

Jace was a completely different person at this point, and my memories seem to be faltering. I more just remember how I felt about his changes, how conflicted I felt at the beginning. We started texting when we weren't together at home. When we were apart I wanted to be by him constantly, I felt so needy. Like I couldn't breathe without him. Now It's been about a month since he started changing, and he knows that he can get me to do anything he wants. Who could say no to that face?

1 new text message from; Jace🤍

“Cum home babbeeee this cock misses u”

Fuck not right now I'm at work.

[verus-veritas]

Love to Be You

“You what?” He said as he looked down on you. An annoyed expression on his tired and sweaty face. Not weird since you had interrupted him in the middle of his workout.

“I’d love to be you. I want to know how it feels like to have a body as huge and thick like yours, as sweaty and smelly as yours, and I especially want to know how that beard of yours feel against my cheeks.” You said proudly, not even slightly embarrassed or weirded out by your own confession. After all, you held all the powers in your hands.

“What the hell? What kind of creep are y-” He tried to say in disgust, but you didn’t let him finish. Catching him off guard you lept towards him and crashed your lips together. Taste of his coffee-flavoured saliva entered your mouth and his wonderfully scratchy beard rubbed against your face.

Completely shocked at what was happening, he stared at you wide-eyed for a few seconds before trying to push you off. However, he was too sore and tired to get you off, and his sweaty hands didn’t help either. Instead they just slipped around your own naked torso before falling straight down dangling.

Of course, you knew what was actually going on, that the process had already begun; The transferal of your life essences. It would take a few minutes, but thankfully you had caught him in the early hours of the gym where nobody had come in yet. You knew exactly where he’d be and when since you’ve been following him around for the last few months.

You stared straight into his terrified and disgusted copper-colored eyes for a few minutes, even taking the chance to rub one of your hands around his sweaty beefy muscular chest and then give the pecs a nice squeeze. Then, the last part of the process happened and you felt incredibly nauseated. Like a feeling of vomit travelling up your throat and trying to escape through your mouth. You watched as the same must be happening to the man before you, looking just as concerned at you before his copper eyes rolled back. Right as yours did too…

As you regained some of you senses, you felt yourself swallowing something right before it settled down in your stomach. Your vision was blurry and unfocused but you could still make out a figure in front of you, incredibly close and kissing you. It lasted a few more seconds before you suddenly felt yourself shoved and had to take a few steps back. Your center of gravity felt off so you almost fell on your back, but managed to catch yourself onto one of the exercise equipment. The figure before you didn’t seem to be as lucky though and fell down onto the floor with a loud thud. Taking a second to recollect yourself, you vision returned just in time to look up and see the figure in front of you screaming and pointing at you.

“Y-y-you’re me?!” He said, shocked that he was looking at his reflection moving on its own.

“Yes… Yes I am.” You said with a smug grin as you found yourself rubbing and savouring the feeling of your wonderfully scratchy cheeks. God did it feel even better from the inside.

“W-what did you do?” He asked panicking, trying to heave himself off the floor.

“Nothing really. I just transferred my life essence into your body, and yours into mine. Just correcting what nature must’ve mixed up…” You answered confidently as you were flexing both your arms and taking a whiff of your musky armpit stench. You felt tall and strong, yet incredibly sore and sweaty. But most of all, down there you felt so so… sticky.

He, however just realized how much weaker and weirder he felt. Looking down he finally understood what you had talked about as he sat there on the floor in your former and less impressive body. It wasn’t a bad body per se, but definitely nothing compared to the massive sexy beast he used to be. Sexy? Was he suddenly attracted to his own body? He kept touching and feeling your former body up, clearly disappointed by it before looking back up to see that you were gone, a trail of clothes scattered about. Picking himself up, he adjusted himself to his new form before walking along the trail of clothes leading to the weight room. The sound of grunting echoing from within.

Not surprisingly, you have torn the drenched clothes off your sweaty body and found yourself in front of the weight room mirrors. Completely at awe at your new naked form, you spent no time walking up and giving your reflection a kiss. Before long you found yourself admiring every inch of your new sexy body and massaging your muscular pecs, all while you kept stroking your massive cock. The way the sweat glistened on your chest, the euphoric expressions your scruffy face did, and the smell oozing around you were too much. With a loud roar you came all over the gym mirror, splashing some of the weights around you and even getting some of it mixed into the sweat on your stomach. You felt so strong, confident and in complete control.

You were just about to bend down and taste some of your own semen from the mirror when you heard some shuffling from the entrance of the room. Standing there quietly was your former body looking hungrily and flustered at you. You could tell exactly what he wanted.

“Want a taste?”

Both you and your former body happily licked up the semen from the mirror before having a long nice shower together… Although you were both sweaty again once you fucked yourself in the locker room.

You both left the gym happy and content, and right before the other gym-goers started coming in too. He brought you to your new apartment and showed you around, and you even agreed to let him stay. In the end you got everything you ever wanted - a brand new body and a boyfriend. Life was finally good.

…or atleast until “your” new step-brother came into the picture… But that is perhaps a story for another time.

[mindyourbod]

Out of Date

"C'mon, it can't be that bad," pleaded Alex from behind the bathroom door.

I didn't dignify that with a response. He'd heard just how low and gravelly the first one was.

"You know what, fine. Maybe it is that bad. But I need to see it to understand. And... see what you're gonna look like from now on."

Fuck. That's what I was worried about.

We'd found the spell on the internet. Neither of us were particularly spiritual or witchy, but Alex thought it would be fun to do something "esoteric" (as he put it) for our anniversary. It was supposed to be roleplay. We'd picked out a photo of this hot jock from the internet, we go through the mumbo jumbo, and then I rail him wearing a jockstrap and backwards cap calling him "dude" and "bro" the whole night.

Except... the spell was real. And the photo was from a much longer time ago than we'd anticipated.

I gingerly maneuvered my hairy bulk out of the tub, then undid the lock on the door with one meaty hand before plopping myself back into the water. It made me feel safe. Which was quite incongruous given I barely fit in the damn bath tub now.

"Alright," I said, in this deep new voice with a thick European accent. "You can come in."

The handle turned slowly, and, inch by inch, the door slowly opened to reveal the stunned face of Alex, my boyfriend of two years.

He looked absolutely gobsmacked. Also... was he blushing?

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you seriously getting hard right now?"

Anyway. I didn't really expect to go from average to a muscle beast that's covered in hair and looks like he's been cycling T since the age of 15.

But surprisingly... Alex loves it, and I do to.

Sure, it's not the campy dudebro roleplay we planned on. But I gotta admit that it can get pretty wild in the bedroom now that I can pick my boyfriend up with one hand, or pin him without (or with, if he wants to lick it) breaking a sweat, or straddle him and ride him through multiple finishes until I've wrung everything I can out of his softened bulge.

And hey, from time to time, it's still very fun to shave off all my body hair, pop a backward cap on my head, and call Alex "dude" and "bro" (in a gravelly East European voice) while I ride him like a bronco.

Maybe our anniversary was a blessing in disguise after all.

[mindyourbod]

Bull's Eye

Bro, I was aiming for the other guy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mindyourbod]

Less Obvious

People were never surprised when they learned I was gay. I think it was just the default assumption.

I was somewhat skinny and untoned, I got freckles instead of tanning, and no matter what I did with it, my hair would always end up soft and floppy.

I know that there are plenty of guys who'd be happy to look like me, but... it was just exhausting. No matter how hard I worked out at the gym, or the changes I made to my wardrobe - like the leather jacket I'm wearing - or even putting in work to talk a little deeper and sound less feminine, I would still instantly get pegged as gay by everyone I met.

And I was tired of it.

When I met the witch, I probably should've wished for something else. But at the time I hadn't realized she was telling the truth, and I thought it was all just a prank, or a set up to a game show, or something.

I had a moment of weakness. "I wish I wasn't so obviously gay."

I never expected to wake up the next day to a hairy, overgrown, exaggeratedly masculine body. What was even stranger was how different I acted, just on an instinctual level. My speech was peppered with absent minded "dude"s and "bro"s, I had to hit the gym twice a day to burn off my excess energy, I found myself idly manspreading or cupping my groin in public without even noticing.

Now, when I tell people I'm gay, they usually think I'm joking. I keep getting told that I don't need to lie about being into dudes since it's so obvious I'm either just heteroflexible, "DL trade", or just curious.

I can't blame them, since that's what I wished for. So yesterday I shaved my chest and put in an online order for some pastel crop tops and short shorts.

Never thought I'd miss having my gayness be so immediately obvious.

[mindyourbod]

Unlocked Potential

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

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

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

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

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

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

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