Transformee

aka Professor Bishop

[transformee]

What He Really Wanted for Christmas

For @bodyswapmischief ♥️

The family Secret Santa drawing always happened the same way. Christmas plates stacked in the sink, wrapping paper shoved into bags, pine needles ground into the carpet. Someone passed around a red velvet sack filled with folded slips of paper, and everyone pretended this was a brand-new tradition instead of something they’d been doing for years.

Mark reached in, unfolded his slip, and felt his stomach drop.

Evan.

Across the room, his younger brother looked up, offering a quick, polite smile before glancing away again.

“Nineteen years old,” Mark muttered later that night, staring at the slip of paper on his dresser. “First year of college. And impossible to shop for.”

Evan never asked for anything real. Gift cards. Books. Things that took up space but revealed nothing. Mark leaned back on the bed, arms folded behind his head, listening to the old house creak. He loved his brother. Always had. But loving Evan didn’t mean understanding him. There was something locked behind his eyes, something careful and coiled tight, and Mark hated not knowing how to help.

“I just wish I knew what you actually wanted,” he said aloud, more frustrated than he meant to be. “If I knew, I’d get it for you. No question.”

The words lingered strangely in the air, heavier than a casual complaint should have been, and sleep came fast.

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Mark woke up already knowing something was wrong. The ceiling was too low. The room smelled unfamiliar—cleaner, sharper. Somewhere nearby, a door slammed, followed by laughter that didn’t belong in his parents’ quiet house. He sat up—and stopped.

His body felt different. Lighter. Narrower. His hands, resting on his lap, weren’t his hands at all. Mark stumbled to the mirror mounted over a cluttered desk, heart pounding hard enough to make him dizzy.

His younger brother stared back at him.

Same dark eyes. Same face that still hadn’t quite finished growing into itself. Same cautious expression that had always made Mark want to put a hand on Evan’s shoulder and tell him everything would be fine.

A memory flashed behind his eyes that wasn’t his.

Standing in front of a classroom lectern. A professor with silver hair and wire-rim glasses smiling faintly as he adjusted his scarf.

Professor Bishop.

The man’s voice echoed oddly, layered over Mark’s thoughts.

“Be careful what you ask for, Mark,” he’d said mildly. “Understanding is rarely simple.”

Mark staggered back, breath sharp, as the impossible memory vanished as suddenly as it had come.

His pulse thundered. His skin prickled. And beneath it all—something else. A tightness. A constant, low hum of unease. Not panic exactly, but… vigilance? Like standing in a room full of strangers, always aware of yourself, of how you looked, how you sounded, how you were. This wasn’t just a body - it was a mindset.

Mark swallowed. His chest felt crowded with feelings that weren’t his own. Somewhere far away, his original body was moving through the world, unaware that anything had changed.

And Evan—

Mark didn’t hear a voice. Didn’t feel words. But the nervous energy never let up.

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The first week was survival.

Mark learned quickly that confidence didn’t transfer with the body. Every instinct he had—to take up space, to speak first, to joke easily—ran straight into resistance. His throat tightened when he raised his hand in class. His heart kicked hard when someone laughed nearby, even when it wasn’t directed at him.

He understood, then, how Evan had lived. Always filtering himself. Always double-checking.

Then there were the memories. They came in flashes, uninvited and vivid. A late-night study session where Mark—Evan—hadn’t been able to focus because Lucas kept pushing his hair back from his eyes. A phone held inches from his face, a message typed and erased half a dozen times.

You should ask him.

Don’t.

He’ll think you’re weird.

Mark would stop whatever he was doing, breath catching, as the weight of it pressed down on him. Evan had been carrying this alone. The realization settled slowly, heavily. Mark wasn’t here by accident.

The truth became impossible to ignore.

Evan wanted three things. Not consciously, not boldly—but desperately, and the first was the heaviest.

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Going home that weekend felt like walking toward a cliff. Mark’s palms sweated the entire drive. Evan’s body reacted automatically—shoulders tight, jaw clenched. Every mile closer to home made the pressure in his chest worse.

At the dinner table, conversation flowed easily around him. Mark recognized the moment from memory: the clink of forks, the warmth of the lights, the sense of standing on the edge of something irreversible.

He felt Evan’s instinctive fear spike. Mark took a breath that felt too shallow.

“Mom,” he said. His voice sounded smaller than he expected. “Dad. There’s something I need to tell you.”

Silence fell. The moment stretched until Mark thought he might choke on it.

“I’m gay.”

The words landed gently. Almost anticlimactically.

His mom’s face softened immediately. She reached for his hand without hesitation.

“Oh, honey,” she said quietly. “We love you.”

His dad nodded, expression steady. “We know. Always have.”

No shock. No anger. Just relief. Mark’s chest burned, a sharp ache blooming where fear had lived for so long. Later that night, lying in his childhood bedroom, Mark stared at the ceiling, feeling something inside finally loosen. Evan’s presence—the constant tension—eased, just a little.

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The second thing Evan wanted was hard too, just in a different way.

Lucas wasn’t just a crush. He was kindness without pressure. Attention without expectation. Someone who listened. Mark felt it every time Lucas smiled at him—an involuntary warmth, immediate and intense. And of course the memories made it impossible to pretend this was casual.

Mark waited too long. Hesitated too often. Evan’s instincts whispered caution at every turn. Until one evening, as they lingered after a study session, Mark realized he was standing at the same crossroads Evan had faced dozens of times before. The fear surged, and Mark nearly let it win.

“Lucas…” he said, before he could stop himself. His heart hammered hard enough to make his ears ring. “Do you— would you maybe want to get coffee sometime? Like… just us...”

Lucas looked surprised. Then he smiled.

“I’d really like that,” he said.

The relief was dizzying. Overwhelming. And threaded through it was something Mark hadn’t expected. Joy that felt… personal.

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The third change crept up on him. It started with movement. Morning runs to burn off nervous energy. Gym visits that felt awkward at first, then routine. Evan’s body responded slowly, but it responded. Strength built. Endurance followed. Mark learned what this body could do instead of what it wasn’t.

And Lucas noticed.

“You seem different lately,” he said one afternoon, handing Mark a towel. “More… here, if that makes sense…?”

Mark smiled, pulse skipping. He was here. Too much, maybe. That realization hit him one night, lying awake in Evan’s dorm bed.

He wasn’t just doing this for his brother anymore. He liked the quiet focus. The deliberate growth. The way every small victory felt earned.

And Lucas…

Mark’s chest tightened painfully. He didn’t want to leave this. The nervous hum inside him shifted, no longer fear, but something closer to anticipation. Hope. By the time break approached, Mark understood the truth.

Evan hadn’t just wanted these things. He’d wanted to be this person.

The morning it ended came without drama. Mark woke with a strange sense of stillness, as if the air itself were holding its breath. He stood in front of the mirror one last time, taking in Evan’s face. Not as something borrowed, but as something lived in. He felt the choice settle into place, quiet and absolute.

And with that, a shift happened gently. No flash. No pain. Just a release.

Mark opened his eyes to find himself standing taller again. Older. Familiar weight in his limbs. Across the room, Evan stood frozen, blinking like someone waking from a long dream. They stared at each other. Evan’s posture was different. Straighter. His eyes steadier.

Mark smiled slowly.

“You okay?” he asked.

Evan nodded. “Yeah. I think I am.”

Somewhere, far away, snow began to fall.

Christmas came early that year.

[transformee]

MISTAKEN IDENTITY

A story for @axeeglitter for the 7th Annual TF Story Exchange!

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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the suburban street as Kyle hurried home from the gym, his well-muscled frame drawing admiring glances from passersby. With his friendly smile and kind demeanor, Kyle had always been the polar opposite of his twin-like friend, Brandon. Though they looked eerily similar—tall, broad-shouldered, and impossibly handsome—Brandon’s harsh personality and bullying tendencies made him more feared than admired.

As Kyle rounded a corner, he noticed a smaller figure standing under a tree, hunched and tense. It was Tim, one of Brandon’s frequent targets. Tim had always been wiry and unassuming, the kind of guy who faded into the background. But today, there was something different about him. His eyes gleamed with an intensity Kyle had never seen before.

“Hey, Tim!” Kyle called out.

Tim flinched but stood his ground. “Stay back, Brandon!” he snapped, holding up a strange amulet that shimmered faintly in the dying sunlight. Kyle froze, confused. He intended to reply, but somehow he wasn’t able.

Rage and humiliation boiled in Tim’s voice. “You’ve humiliated me for the last time, Brandon. This ends now!”

Before Kyle could explain, Tim muttered a string of incomprehensible words, and the amulet flared with a bright, unnatural light.

Kyle’s body jerked violently as a strange sensation coursed through him. A crackling sound echoed in his ears as his skin began to tighten unnaturally. He gasped, his broad chest seizing as if bound by invisible chains. His arms flexed involuntarily, the muscles twitching and convulsing before beginning to shrink.

“Tim.. s-stop-!” Kyle managed to croak, but his voice was already thinning. His shoulders pulled inward, their once-commanding breadth collapsing into narrowness. His legs buckled as they slimmed, the powerful quads and calves diminishing with every passing second. Pain shot through his spine, bending his tall frame backwards as if compressing him like a spring. Kyle groaned, a guttural sound of helplessness, as his hands and feet met and began to twist together. His fingers fused together, the flesh melting into a smooth, metallic band. His toes followed suit, the sensations overwhelming as they hardened into the same material.

His cock stirred, not with arousal but with an unnatural heat. He felt it shrink, pulling inward until it was part of the new form taking shape. His body collapsed inward on itself, his torso folding until it was nothing more than a smooth, circular ring.

Kyle’s mind screamed as his vision blurred and the world around him grew impossibly vast. His gym bag, once comfortably slung over his shoulder, now towered like a skyscraper beside him. The pavement beneath him was a cold, unyielding expanse. He tried to move, but his new form was stiff and immobile.

“No—this can’t be happening,” Kyle thought desperately. But his pleas echoed in the void of his own mind, unheard by anyone.

Tim hesitated, staring at the gleaming cock ring on the ground. “That’s what you deserve, Brandon,” he muttered, scooping it up and slipping it into his pocket.

Back in his apartment, Tim paced nervously. The amulet’s power had worked, but the weight of what he’d done was sinking in. He pulled the cock ring out of his pocket, turning it over in his hand.

“You’re not so tough now, are you?” he said bitterly.

Kyle, trapped in his new form, could only scream internally. I’m not Brandon! You’ve got the wrong guy!

But Tim couldn’t hear him. Feeling a strange compulsion, Tim stripped down to his briefs and slid the cock ring onto himself. The moment the ring settled in place, a surge of energy shot through Tim’s body. He gasped as his thin frame began to fill out, muscles rippling and bulging with impossible speed. His chest expanded, pecs becoming broad and firm, while his arms thickened with corded veins. His abs hardened into a sculpted six-pack, and his legs grew powerful, stretching as his height increased.

Tim stumbled to a mirror, staring in shock as his reflection transformed before his eyes. His once-gaunt face filled out, his jawline sharpening to match the strong, chiseled features of his target. His pale skin darkened to a healthy tan, and even his voice dropped an octave.

“What the hell?” Tim whispered, his new, deep voice rumbling in his chest. As the transformation slowed, Tim’s mind began to swirl with unfamiliar memories—laughing with Brandon, sharing stolen kisses, and enduring his cold, controlling outbursts.

“No… this isn’t me,” Tim said, clutching his head. But the memories grew stronger, intertwining with his own. Kyle and Brandon were together? Tim realized, the truth hitting him like a punch to the gut. They weren’t just friends—they were lovers. But Brandon… he was awful to him.

Tim’s eyes darted to the cock ring on him, and he shuddered. “Kyle,” he whispered. “It was you, wasn’t it? Oh God, what have I done?”

The next day, Tim—now in Kyle’s body—was forced to face Brandon.

“Kyle, where the hell have you been?” Brandon barked, his voice as sharp as ever. He leaned against the kitchen counter, his imposing frame radiating dominance.

Tim’s pulse quickened. Though he now had Kyle’s body, he felt none of the confidence that seemed to come with it. Brandon’s piercing gaze made him feel small and exposed.

“I… uh, just went for a walk,” Tim stammered, struggling to maintain his composure. Brandon’s eyes narrowed. “Whatever. Get over here.”

Tim hesitated, but his body moved almost instinctively, drawn by a combination of Kyle’s lingering habits and Brandon’s commanding presence. Brandon’s lips curled into a smirk as he leaned back on the couch. “Come on, babe. Show me you’re sorry for disappearing.” He unbuttoned his pants, his cock already half-hard.

Tim’s stomach churned, but his body obeyed. He knelt before Brandon, his hands trembling as he wrapped them around Brandon’s shaft. The memories Kyle had left behind flooded his mind, a mix of shame and reluctant arousal.

“That’s it,” Brandon growled, gripping Tim’s hair roughly. “You know your place.”

Inside the cock ring, Kyle screamed in anguish. He could feel everything—Brandon’s heat, the roughness of his movements—but he was powerless to stop it. Tim’s hand moved rhythmically, his face flushed with a mix of humiliation and a strange, unfamiliar pleasure. Brandon’s dominance pressed down on him like a weight, and he hated how natural it felt. When Brandon finally finished with a groan, Tim wiped his hand on his shorts, his face burning with shame.

“Good boy,” Brandon muttered, pulling Tim into a possessive kiss.

Over the following hours and days, Tim struggled to adjust to his new life. Brandon’s domineering behavior grated on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to stand up to him. The memories and emotions he’d absorbed from Kyle made it impossible to separate his own thoughts from Kyle’s.

Meanwhile, Kyle remained trapped, forced to endure every moment of his former life through a warped lens. He could feel Tim’s growing resentment toward Brandon but also his confusion and guilt.

One night, as Brandon slept beside him, Tim stared at the ceiling, tears streaming down his face. He glanced down at the cock ring and whispered, “I’m sorry, Kyle. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Kyle’s consciousness surged with frustration and despair. Then fix it! he wanted to shout, but neither of them knew how to break the curse. But the real Kyle remained trapped around his own crotch, a silent observer of his own life being lived by someone else.

One night, as Brandon pulled Tim into a possessive embrace, Kyle’s consciousness flared with a desperate plea. For a fleeting moment, Tim hesitated. A spark of his old self flickered within him, and he pulled back from Brandon’s kiss.

“What’s wrong?” Brandon asked, his tone laced with irritation.

Tim met his gaze, his heart pounding. “Nothing,” he said softly, forcing himself to smile.

But deep down, he knew it wasn’t over. Kyle’s curse was far from broken—and so was the cycle of control and dominance that had defined his relationship with Brandon.

[immortalmrwavell]

Adam and Mr Wavell

(Written for @transformee) (Original story posted September 27th 2021) This story has been significantly Updated!

It’d started like any other normal day for Adam. He got up out of bed. Got himself some breakfast. Headed out for work. The usual routine that he’d long since gotten used to. Being an engineer certainly wasn’t the worst job in the world. In fact Adam found it rather rewarding sometimes and the pay was decent enough. If anyone were to ask, Adam would say he was satisfied with his life. And that was half true. Sure he was content with the life he had now. He couldn’t exactly complain about having a stable job that allowed him to live somewhat comfortably. Yet despite that Adam always kinda wished his lifestyle was a tad bit… different.

Each and every day when Adam opened one of his social media’s, his feed would practically be flooded with men who were smoking hot and jacked as fuck. And most of these men pretty much got paid just for looking as incredible as they do. Whether that be as a personal trainer, model, an actor or even in porn! These men got paid to look sexy as fuck and show it off. It sounded like a dream!

In all honesty It was that sort of lifestyle Adam wished he would have strived for instead. He wasn't a bad looking dude by any means. He believed he was pretty handsome, just a little out of shape was all. Mostly due to how he was never able to really push himself into working out or dieting properly. And for the longest time Adam thought he was okay with that. Deep down however, part of him always wished he’d led the same lifestyle as those fit hunks he saw online.

Being in his thirties now Adam had started to believe that perhaps a lifestyle like that just wasn’t for him. Since then he’d tried to just make peace with the fact that he was just an average looking dude working a normal job. That was until he arrived home later that evening and everything changed.

Adam unlocked the front door before stepping into his home. Letting out a long sigh of relief as he closed it behind him.

“Home at last I see.”

Adam almost jumped out his skin as he whipped around to see a man sat in a chair across the room.

“W-WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?” Adam bellowed at the man in a panic. His brain was already cycling at a hundred miles a minute trying to think of the best course of action. Grab a weapon? Call the police? And yet while Adam was freaking out, the gentleman sitting in his house seemed completely unfazed.

With a smirk the man stood up from his seat, allowing Adam to get a better look at him. From what Adam could tell, the man looked to be in his early forties, late thirties at the youngest. He had short brown hair along with a nicely trimmed beard to match, the latter of which had a few flecks of silver running through it. As for his body, he looked to be just about 6 feet tall, if a tiny bit less. In terms of his build, the man seemed relatively lean with very little fat or muscle. As for his clothes, he wore a navy blue suit jacket over a white button up shirt along with a navy dotted tie. These were contrasted by a pair of tan khaki pants which were held firmly in place by a brown belt. Lastly his feet were clad in a fairly large pair of dark brown dress shoes along with a pair of black dress socks. An ordinary business casual look but this man seemed to be anything but ordinary.

(Original Version of Mr Wavell here)

“You don’t need to be afraid Adam. I’m here to help you.” The mysterious man claimed in a way that probably sounded more ominous than intended. Despite it he began to step towards Adam.

“N-no… how do you know my name? I don’t know you!” Adam panicked as he moved backwards to keep his distance until his back was against the front door. He was about to reach for the handle and run outside until suddenly… he felt calm? Safe even? It was as if all of his natural danger sense had turned themselves off in favor of wanting to trust the stranger before him.

“No you don’t know me. But I know you Adam. I’ve been watching you for a little while now. Looking into your mind. Reading your desires.” The suited stranger’s voice was oddly soothing, so much so that Adam hardly even noticed his eyes glowing deep purple for a moment. “You may refer to as Mr Wavell” He revealed, the very name sending shivers up Adam’s spine for reasons unknown. “And for what I’m doing here? Well… I’m just looking for entertainment I suppose.” Wavell shrugged nonchalantly.

He went on to explain that he had… abilities. Abilities that allowed him to do things thought to be impossible. Despite the inexplicable wave of calm and trust that’d washed him moments ago, Adam couldn’t bring his rational mind to believe the man. Afterall he was talking about having magical powers like some kind of wizard! But before Adam had a chance to protest, he found himself frozen in both wonder and fear as Mr Wavell began to float off the ground.

“I must reiterate that I’m here to help, not hurt you.” Wavell said, noting the bewildered look on Adam’s face. “I can give you any life that you desire. Allow you to become whoever you choose. What do you say?” He boldly claimed, floating down until he stood directly beside Adam, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Adam was still frozen stiff. Was he dreaming? Was this actually real??

“Oh come on. You know this is a privilege right? It’s not everyday that I actually reveal my physical self to the people I help.” Wavell said, leaning forwards with a small smirk. That of course only left more questions in Adam’s mind.

The mysterious man went on to explain in further detail what exactly he could do for Adam. He could alter reality to change Adam’s past choices in order to create a new and better present. He could transform Adam’s body right here on the spot into anything Adam desired. Muscle growth, increase of height, bigger dick? All things that Adam’s rational mind wouldn’t have believed to be possible had it not been for the obvious display of real magic he’d just witnessed. However there was one option that caught Adam’s ear. Stealing the life and body of someone else. As confused and scared as Adam was right now, he couldn’t help but be curious and even slightly aroused at the mere idea of it.

“O-okay…” Adam mumbled meekly. “I want your help…”

Wavell clapped his hands together with a large grin. “Perfect! Now there are many different ways I can do this.” He began, sounding almost a little too enthusiastic about it all. “I can switch your soul with another person. Your soul in their body and theirs in your body. I could transform you and this other person into one another. You transform into him and vice versa. You get it.” Wavell laid out the options as if he were about to have Adam choose one. “However I’ve already picked out another more interesting method for you. So all I want you to do is pick someone.”

Adam thought for a moment. If this was real then this could be one of the biggest decisions of his life. But surely there was some kind of monkey‘s paw right? “What’s the catch?” He asked, finally putting on a brave face.

The magical imbued stranger raised an eyebrow to Adam. “There isn’t one. You don’t owe me a thing. Honestly!” Wavell stepped back and put his hands up. “I’m doing this because I love it. It’s what I do. Hopefully once it’s all over you’ll enjoy it just as much as I.” Wavell lowered his hands before placing them on his hips. “Now. Is there anybody you have in mind who perhaps you’d like to become?”

Adam thought for a moment. He wasn't sure. This was just so surreal it made it hard to think. Like a fog clouding his thoughts. “I don’t… know?”

“Don’t worry. I get you’re probably still trying to wrap your mind around all this so I’ll do you a favor.” Wavell gently placed a hand on Adam's head and closed his eyes. Immediately Adam felt strange. As if he could feel this man’s fingers shuffling through his mind. Feeling out his wants and desires until Wavell got a decent idea of the kind of body to put Adam in. He took his hand away from Adam’s head. “I think I know just the guy but he’s not exactly close. He lives up in Virginia while you’re here in Georgia. How would you feel about a little change of scenery?”

“What do yo—“ before Adam could finish, the world around him spun and shifted.

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Chris found himself standing alone in the locker room at his local gym. It was just about closing time now and he was the last guy remaining other than staff. He wiped away the sweat that’d been dripping down his face with a towel as he grabbed his stuff out of the locker. It’d been another tough workout for him today but it was always worth it to feel that pump and admire the physique he’d been able to build thanks to all his hard work. Unbeknownst to him however, a certain two individuals watched on behind a veil of magic that cloaked them both from sight..

Moments prior, Adam and Wavell arrived at the gym via the latter’s unique abilities. In a gust of purple smoke, Adam went from standing by his front door to now finding himself standing inside a gym locker room that didn’t seem at all familiar.

“H-H-Hoolyyy… FUCK! What just HAPPENED!?” Adam shouted hysterically.

“Basic teleport.” Wavell replied swiftly and bluntly as if that should’ve been common knowledge. “Don’t worry about that. Look.” Wavell nodded towards the entrance to the locker room, prompting Adam to look as well.

Mere seconds after, a sweaty muscular man wearing a tight tank top and shorts entered. He was in phenomenal shape. Far better than Adam was. Not only did he look sculpted with thick muscle from head to toe, but this hunk even had one of the most handsome faces to go along with it. Yet despite all the starring Adam and Wavell were doing, the jock seemed to pay no mind to either of them. Not even a glance. Like he didn’t even know they existed!

“I’ve made us invisible to him. He can neither see nor hear us.” Mr Wavell confirms to Adam. Right on cue this man they now seem to be spying on walked directly past them both without a clue. As he does Adam gets a good whiff of the stud's powerful post workout scent, turning the semi he got just from looking at the man into a full hard on. The pair continued to watch as the man opened up his locker and pulled out a towel to wipe himself down with.

“His name is Chris. He’s twenty eight years old and has been working out most of his life. Hence the gorgeous physique. And to top it off he’s quite the looker. Needless to say his body and looks have awarded him a lot. Modeling opportunities. A large following on social media. An army of men and women alike drooling over him and eager to throw money at him. He’s one lucky bastard.” The warlock explained, seeming to possess a bottomless well of knowledge. “I’d ask how you feel about him but I think I already know the answer.” Wavell sniggered as he glanced down at the bulge in Adams pants.

Adam’s face turned a bright shade of red as he tried to hide his growing arousal with little success. He couldn’t help it as his eyes traced over the glistening sweaty physique of the hunky god before him. Watching intently as the man removed his tank top to reveal the muscle that’d been hidden underneath.

“So… are you gonna turn me into… him?” Adam gulped, trying his best not to drool at the mere thought of it as he watched the man peel off the tank top. His cock getting even more excited at the reveal of Chris’ muscled upper body.

Wavell simply nodded.

“Does that mean you’re gonna turn him into me?” Adam wondered.

Wavell crossed his arms and hummed. “Not exactly. Normally I would but I’ve got something different in mind today.” Wavell confessed as the blank look on his face slowly turned to a sadistic looking grin that left Adam feeling a bit nervous for Chris’ fate. But the magical being was quick to notice this, his look softening again to one of reassurance. “And before you ask, no I’m not going to kill him or anything like that. He’ll be perfectly fine.”

Hearing that set Adam’s mind at ease. That said he was however rather curious to see what Wavell was planning. What exactly was he gonna do to this Chris guy?

It was then that Wavell’s eyes glowed that bright purple once more. At first Adam didn’t realise what Wavell had done until…

“Hey… Where the hell did you guys come from?” Chris asked as he turned to see two men staring at him from across the locker room. It was like they’d just appeared out of thin air.

Wavell stepped forward, straightening his tie as he did “Oh I just know you’re gonna enjoy this body Adam.” He declared, running his gaze up and down Chris’ body. Lingering on those enormous thighs and juicy pecs.

At this point Chris was getting super creeped out and understandably so. “What the fuck are talking about dude!? Are you trying to hit on me or something?” He questioned, quickly getting annoyed at how this dude was eyeing him up like a piece of meat.

It was then in the blink of an eye that Wavell stood inches away from Chris. It seeing a real life glitch as Wavell instantly moved from halfway across the room to his face being less than a ruler's length away from Chris. He barely had time to think let alone act before Wavell grabbed one of his boulder-like shoulders. Suddenly Chris was completely immobilised thanks to Wavell’s magic. And with that the aforementioned wizard slipped his other hand down in Chris’ gym shorts before cupping his crotch. Loving how Chris’ cock and balls pressed tightly against the pair of white compression shorts he wore underneath.

“Don’t worry big guy. I promise you won’t even feel a thing.” An ominously reassuring smile spread across Wavell’s face as his eyes glowed once more. It was then that a bright flash of light enveloped both him and Chris, forcing Adam to cover his eyes. It only lasted a couple of seconds but when the light dissipated, Chris was nowhere to be seen. The only things left of the hunk were his clothes as the gym shorts he’d been wearing fell to the floor atop of the now empty pair of socks and trainers. Meanwhile those white compression shorts Chris had been wearing were still in Wavell’s hand, the warlock holding them gently now as he inspected them for whatever reason.

Chris had no idea what just happened. That weird middle aged looking dude just grabbed him and now all of a sudden he felt so light and… hollow? The first thing he saw was the smirking face of that dude again only now it was from a lower angle, as if he were being held by the man and looked down upon. Yet as bizarre as that was, he couldn’t ignore the strong smell that seemed identical to his own crotch. Only now it surrounded him completely. Somehow Chris was able to shift his gaze in order to look down at himself and what he saw was unreal. Not just unreal, it was impossible and terrifying! No longer did he see the thick muscular body he was used to seeing. In fact he didn’t see a human body at all! He’d been turned into the very same pair of white compression shorts he’d been wearing! He could even feel the creepy dude’s hand against the fabric of the compression shorts as if it were his own skin! He wanted the scream in horror but nothing came out thanks to his lack of a face. It was only thanks to magic that he could still see and hear.

“This’ll do just fine.” Wavell said before turning to Adam who was still looking on in confusion. “I’ve trapped him inside these shorts he was wearing. I’ve made it so he can still see, hear, feel, taste and smell with his spiritual senses in there but besides that he’s completely helpless.” Wavell explained with a tad too much enjoyment. “Now all you’ve got to do is put him on and everything he had will become yours.”

Wavell instructed Adam to strip down. The latter hesitated for a moment but did but nervously did as he was asked. Afterwards not being able to help feeling a little embarrassed with how exposed he felt but Wavell didn’t seem to mind. The warlock handed the enchanted compression shorts over to Adam with a mischievous smile, clearly excited to see what was to come.

Chris was unsurprisingly freaking the fuck out as Adam took the shorts. Between what’s happened to him and hearing what Wavell had just said, he was having a complete meltdown. He didn’t want this Adam guy to take over his life!? Unfortunately his cries fell on deaf ears. He was powerless to stop it. Unable to do a single thing as Adam gently slipped his legs into the compression shorts one at a time before pulling them up. Chris protested all he could but it made no difference as Adam pulled Chris’ hollow fabric body over his ass and crotch.

As insane as this whole situation was, Adam couldn’t help shivering with delight. Knowing he was not only wearing compression shorts that belonged to such a hunk but also that same hunk was trapped inside them! He knew it was wrong and twisted of him to get satisfaction out of this but he couldn’t help it! Even though the shorts were a bit ill fitting on him, just having that jock’s musk surrounding his own crotch was turning him on like hell!

“So, how long will it ta-aaaakeeeuuuuaahhhhhhh” Adam’s question quickly devolved into a long groan thanks to an unfamiliar sensation that began racing through his body! Flooding every vein in his body with levels of magical energy his brain found difficult to comprehend. And then it began.

Before anything else the energy began to focus on Adam’s glutes. His groans became even louder as his ass cheeks started to tone and expand with muscle until it had ballooned into a thick muscle ass that filled out the backside of his new compression shorts perfectly. The feeling of which had Adam’s already hard cock leaking pre-cum that stained the front of said shorts. And yet despite it being at full mast, Adam could feel his cock somehow growing longer and fatter too! His bulge grew even more obvious by the second while his balls swelled larger as well to accommodate. His nuts now churned with the very same cum Chris once had.

Through all his groaning Adam was able to look down at his crotch and over his shoulder to see that he now had Chris’ cock and ass! And as his hips resized, the haunted compression shorts now fit him like a glove. Meanwhile Chris himself was soaring through a flurry of emotions as he begged to wake up from whatever nightmare he was trapped in. He could feel himself being stretched out across his out muscle butt while the taste of cum soaked into his fabric. Unfortunately for him, this was very very real.

From there the transformation continued to spread outwards and it progressed both up and down Adam’s body. His quads and hamstrings found themselves bulking up significantly, causing a soft grunt to escape Adam’s lips as he grew a set of meaty thunderous thighs. Simultaneously his eyes widened with disbelief as the fat on his belly started to melt away before his eyes, replacing itself with pure muscle mass in the form of strong thick abs. The kind Adam could’ve only dreamed of having. Every part of him wanted to stop and admire his new bulky thighs and abs but the transformation was far too impatient to give him the time.

Next up were his calves. He could feel them pulsing as they swelled with power to match his thighs. But they weren’t the real show. How could they be when Adam was far too absorbed into watching his flabby chest transform into a huge pair of pecs! It was something he’d always dreamed of. Being able to look down and see a hulking pair of muscle tits. And now it's finally becoming a reality! Adam’s eyes lit up with a mixture of joy and lust as he watched his chest begin to protrude outwards. His engorged cock growing more excited than ever as his pecs inflated into two gorgeous watermelons. He already wanted nothing more than to grope them and if he hadn’t felt the transformation beginning to surge through his arms, he would’ve.

But before his arms could have their glory, his shoulders exploded with mass first. Growing in an almost cartoony fashion as they transformed into cannonballs while his traps made sure to follow suit. With that, Adam’s biceps couldn’t wait any longer. He flexed them with a long moan as ballooned under the pressure, swelling to massive proportions with unthinkable strength. Soon after his forearms followed the same example as veins began popping like crazy across his bulging arms.

What came next however felt distinctly different from everything else. His hands and feet. They were a totally different experience but still painless nonetheless. His feet were the first to change. Increasing size after size at a rapid rate that certainly would’ve made his shoes feel tighter had he not taken them off. His hands weren’t far behind though as they too grew slightly. The more noticeable change however was how much rougher and calloused they became.

At last Adam’s body seemed complete but there was one last thing to change. As soon as the transformation had spread up his neck, causing it to thicken and his voice to deepen, his head was all that was left.

Adam gritted his teeth and scrunched his face as his features began to twist and alter themselves. Immediately he started to look younger than before as he regressed from his mid thirties back to his late twenties. His face quickly brgan taking on a much more jockish look as he started to look less and less like himself and more like Chris. To top it off his hair morphed into Chris’ messy brown style while his eyes shifted more towards Chris’ soft yet still masculine ones. Finishing things off by having Chris’ short brown beard sprout across Adam’s now much sharper jawline.

At last the intense sensation subsided. Adam was finally able to catch his breath as sweat dripped down his transformed physique. He looked down at himself in disbelief. It didn’t seem real but… he now owned the body of a total fucking hunk! He simply couldn’t help himself as he flexed his new massive guns, taking turns feeling them with each hand. Feeling the power flowing through his biceps as he flexed them was something else entirely. And of course he couldn’t ignore the huge new muscle titties that sat on his chest now. He was groping and flexing them too in no time. It’d be a crime not to worship them. With the excitement of it all, Adam also couldn’t help but dig his nose into his new sweaty pits to get a good whiff of that post workout scent he’d adopted from Chris.

“See. I always know what’s best for my clients.” Wavell sniggered. Adam was so enthralled by his new body that he’d almost forgotten Wavell was there.

“Clients?” Adam questioned, a little shocked by the sound of his new voice.

“Well… ‘clients’ sounds better than ‘subjects’.” The warlock admitted cheekily. “Now! I’m sure you’ve already got questions and I’m pretty certain I know the first one. Are you gonna turn back to normal if you take those compression shorts off? Well allow me to reassure you in saying no.” Wavell confirmed what Adam was bound to ask. “When I trapped Chris inside those shorts, I also sealed his physical essence inside them. Now that you’ve worn them however, that physical essence is inside you. Permanently. So you’ll never have to worry about losing your new body. By all means it belongs to you now. Besides… I’m sure you want to get a better look at what’s underneath.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows while glancing down at the obscene bulge in Adam’s shorts.

Adam turned and strutted over to one of the many locker room mirrors, cock bouncing awkwardly as he did. Immediately upon seeing his reflection Adam was awestruck. He was in love. With himself!! He just couldn’t help admiring his muscles some more before eventually grabbing the waistband and pulling down his haunted shorts. The real Chris screams in protest as he finds himself dropping to this imposter's ankles.

“Oh… Fuuuuuuuccck…” Adam muttered as his new cock flopped out before him in all its glory. His hand practically gravitated towards it before wrapping around the girthy shaft. God it was massive. He was almost afraid to start pumping it since after all that transforming, it felt like it was ready to blow at any second! The sensitivity on it was just through the roof! But Adam couldn’t help himself and ended up giving it a few tugs. In turn he found himself letting out a deep manly groan before, allowing the monster to buck involuntarily for a moment.

Before he ended up busting a nut, Adam’s decided he wanted to get a better look at his new glutes first as he turned his backside to the mirror. He just loved how big and bubbly his cheeks looked. When he flexed them they were as hard as steel but relaxed they felt squishy and jiggly. Part of him wished he could stuff his face into his own ass with how good it looked. That’s when another thought sprung to mind. Adam gently reached back towards his ass, squeezing it a little before slipping a finger between his cheeks as a way to test something. And it was just as he thought. The moment his finger came anywhere near his new asshole it immediately tightened on instinct. The reflex was so strong that it pretty much confirmed Chris used to be straight. Well not anymore. This ass was far too hot to go to waste.

As much as he wanted to tease his virgin ass a little more, Adam just couldn’t ignore his cock any longer. It was pulsing and begging for release at this point. He needed to grab it! He needed to jerk it! He needed to bust a fuckin nut bro! As Chris would say anyway. But before he could begin pumping, Wavell chirped up yet again.

“How about you let me take care of that for you. Just think of it as your way of thanking me.” Wavell licked his lips as sauntered over towards Adam before kneeling in front of that massive cock. Wavell opened his mouth before wrapping his lips around Adam’s meaty dick and began sucking like a pro.

“Oouh-ooooh… ooauhh… Oohhhhuuu!” Adam was completely taken aback as he was forced to let out disjointed moans once again. All the while his new voice echoed through the locker rooms. Just the view of being able to look down and now only see such a hot jock body as his own but also seeing this hot older man sucking him off was beyond sexy. Wavell swiftly bobbed his head up and down on the cock, somehow taking Adam’s entire length without even the slightest gag. Whoever the hell this Mr Wavell guy was, he certainly knew how to work those bearded lips of his around a huge cock. That’s for fucking for sure.

“Fuuuuuck!! I’m gonna… OOOAAUUHHH!!“ Adam Could feel it already. A tsunami of cum getting ready to spew from his dick. Before he’d even laughed Wavell was already grabbing onto Adam’s ass to make sure he didn’t try and pull away. But of course Adam had no plans on doing as his dick finally let loose torrents of hot cum that down Wavell’s throat. The older man gulped it all down greedily, sucking every last drop of cum out of Adam’s cock before finally pulling off it, a bit of cum dribbling down his beard.

“Ahhhhhhhh…” Wavell leaned back with a look of pure satisfaction crossing his face. “Now that was refreshing. I can confirm that your new cum tastes absolutely delicious.” Wavell confessed as he got back up onto his feet. He dusted himself off a little before readjusting his suit and tie. “Well it seems my work here is done. Chris’ memories should start to kick in for you in about 10 minutes from now. You’ll then know everything you need to know about his life. Where your new home is, how he earns money, what kinds of friends he keeps. And whatever else you need to play out his life as if it were your own.” Wavell looked down at the tight compression shorts Adam had begun pulling back up. “And the real Chris gets to watch everything from between your legs… or from the laundry basket.” He chuckled.

With that Wavell began to levitate off the ground once again. “I’m off to have some more fun. Enjoy that hunky new body of yours Adam. Or should I call you Chris? That is your new name now after all.” Mr Wavell grinned knowing just how much the real Chris was begging to be set free. “Keep your eyes open though. I might come back and visit you again some day just to check in.” And just like that the magical man seemingly disappeared into thin air, leaving Adam alone.

Finally alone at last, Adam looked down at the compression shorts that now cling tightly to his hulking body. “Enjoying yourself down there? Being pressed against your own dick and balls?” Adam teased somewhat cruelly, enjoying this a little more than he probably should be right now. Going as far as to reach down and grope his crotch to really rub the scent in.

This whole time Chris had been screaming and protesting as this body snatcher groped his body and even more so when he’d got his dick sucked by another dude! But now as the scent of his former cock and balls mixed with cum and sweat started to mess with Chris’ fragile mind, he was starting to give in at last. His thoughts grew foggier while his fabric body continued to absorb the powerful smell. He looked up only to see his own handsome face smirking down at him. No. It wasn’t his face anymore. There was no going back. Now he was nothing more than a pair of compression shorts for his master to wear.

Meanwhile Adam decided to open the bag that’d been in Chris’s locker only to pull out a pair of clean grey t-shirt and a cap. Without hesitation he slipped both of them on, loving how the large shirt hugged his muscular frame in all the right places. After which he grabbed and pulled on the black gym shorts Chris had been wearing earlier before tugging on Chris’ gym socks and trainers. All of it fitting him like a glove. At last turning to the trusty mirror once again, he couldn’t help but whistle at how fucking sexy he looked! So much so that he started turning to inspect his body for all different angles. God he just couldn’t get enough of those bulky legs. As much as he adored his arms and pecs, he was starting to think his legs may actually be his best asset afterall.

He couldn’t help grabbing Chris’ phone and taking a few quick photos of himself to savour the moment. Pictures he’d surely look back on in the future to remember the day when he stole this body. And to jerk off too of course. Maybe he’d even post them to one of his new socials later.

Now all he had to do was wait for these memories to kick in. That Mr Wavell dude said they were gonna come any second and when they did Adam was truly going to become Chris inside and out. And once he’d settled into his new life he was gonna see if he could find some dudes eager to fuck his muscle ass get railed by his enormous new cock. With a body like this he was bound to have stamina for hours.

Then it hit him. All at once. Adam let out a thunderous roar as his mind flooded with memories from Chris’ life. Most of them being delegated to the back of his consciousness to pull on when needed while others came straight to the forefront. Immediately he knew everything there was to know about Chris. He even felt some of Chris’ personality traits starting to take root. That cocky gym bro attitude was starting to settle in comfortably. He might’ve still remembered everything from when he was Adam, but that wasn’t who he was anymore. That was a mere shell that the real him had finally emerged from.

Chris strode confidently out of the Gym and towards his car. He just couldn’t wait to get home so he could strip down and take as many nudes as possible of himself. His new life was about to be absolutely incredible.

[immortalmrwavell]

Mr Wavell Is Back!!

Getting Terminated, My Brand New Account and How Things Will Be Moving Forwards. If you were a fan of my content please stick around and read what I’ve got to say ❤️

So as some of you may have already noticed, my original account MrWavellSwaps was terminated. This was very recent so a lot of you who followed me on there may not have even noticed yet but you can go see for yourselves. Obviously this was not my choice and was completely out of my control and when I found out I was frustrated to say the least. This account that I’d worked on for over 3 years had just been snatched away from me in a way that I personally feel was unfair. Initially I had been censored back in July this year for posting content that Tumblr believed to be against their guidelines. Or at least their automated bots thought so as what I posted that got me the censor was in a grey area at most. But despite that I tried to do right by correcting and even deleting any and all posts Tumblr had flagged even if I didn’t believe they were against guidelines just to play nice. Following which I appealed my account’s censorship only to be met with silence for months on end. That is until September 3rd where I chased up the appeal for the third time after receiving no response or updates. I was hoping to receive a turnover on the censorship but was expecting them to just say no and keep it censored. But they did the one thing I didn’t except

The email I got the next morning could be summed up like this. “You want a response? Okay. You’re terminated. Goodbye.” And I was. I tried going on Tumblr and my account was gone. Great.

I’ll be honest in the past I would’ve said that if something like this ever happened that I’d just give up with writing these stories and move on. But I don’t feel that way anymore. I think I’ve just grown so fond of this community and writing as a whole that I just don’t really want to leave yet. I’ve met so many friends through being a writer on here and even more than that I met my Boyfriend! I never could’ve expected that writing these silly gay TF stories would change my life in the ways that it has. And that said I think I’d be doing a disservice to just give up and throw it all away.

So here I am. Back again with a fresh new account.

Where am I gonna go from here you may ask. Well of course I have a large catalogue of stories already from the past couple of years and the majority of those stories are actually still floating around Tumblr thanks to all the reblogs. So it’s not like they’re gone forever which I’m glad about. However with my old account gone it feels like they’re all scattered apart. No longer together in one place. And most importantly they no longer feel like mine. Of course I still wrote them all but with this new account I no longer have any control or ownership over those posts and honestly that annoys me. Not to mention with them all coming from my terminated account, there will always be the chance that they’ll just end up getting completely wiped from the platform eventually, reblogs included.

With that said, I’ve made the decision to re-upload each and every single one of my stories to this brand new account. This way I’ll have complete ownership of these new posts. I’ll be able to edit and change them as wish and overall I believe it would just look a whole lot cleaner than if I were to just hunt down reblogs of my old stories to reblog again over here. However I genuinely see that as a positive as not only will it be better for me that way but it can also give all of you a chance to rediscover some of my older works that were perhaps buried under so many other before. And to spice things up I might even update a few of my old stories to add extra scenes and new images to go with them!

On that note I’m gonna be trying to adhere to Tumblr’s guidelines as best I can so I don’t give them any reason to pounce on me again. This means no risqué imagery from now on even if I personally believe it’s within guidelines. My writing style will remain the same however if a story is particularly steamy I may add a community label just to be safe. If you wanna learn more about community labels and how to make sure you’re still able to view labelled posts check out this post. All that said I do have a plan in mind to bring you all versions of my stories that have more explicit imagery but more on that in a moment.

For the next couple of weeks at least I plan on gradually re-uploading all of my content to this blog like I said. I may do one story a day or more than that depending on how I decide to do it. I’ll continue doing this until everything is back up under this new blog. Once all that is done I’m going to try and create a new master list where you can find links to all my posts just like before. And once that’s done I might give myself a breather for a few days and then I’ll see about posting some brand new content. Content of which I’ll be writing up while doing the re-uploads so that it’ll be ready to go once everything is caught back up. After that everything should hopefully be back to normal with my usual schedule of posting new stories and reblogging stories I enjoy!

Now. On top of this I also have plans to create a new blog or website completely outside of Tumblr. One that I can be allowed to do anything that please with and not have to tiptoe around any guidelines. This is where I’ll be uploading alternative versions of all my stories. Some of them may be exactly the same as they were on Tumblr while others may have secret images and gifs that otherwise wouldn’t have been allowed on Tumblr. I haven’t decided on all the specifics yet but once I figure it out I’ll let you all know.

And one last thing before I sign off. Recently I’ve been considering the possibility of turning this hobby of mine into a job. Now don’t worry I’d have absolutely no plans to paywall any of my content. I want everything to remain accessible for free. However I was considering opening up a place for people to leave donations and maybe even kick my Patreon off again. But most importantly I’d be considering opening up commissions. If I were to go down this route I’d likely be able to post much more consistent content for you all and make this my full time focus. It’s just an idea for now and I probably won’t set it into motion until early 2025 if I decide to go through with it but I wanted to at least share it with you all. I was actually just about to post about it on my original account until… you know hahahah.

Well I think I’ve said everything I wanted to say. Please can I ask that if you liked my stories that you please share this and my upcoming re-uploads around and let everyone know that this is my new blog. It would help a ton in getting me back on my feet on I’d really really appreciate it.

Can’t wait to get back on track and continue delivering stories to all you wonderful people out there. I love all of you and I’m so grateful to you all for following my journey so far and I hope you’ll all find me again so we can continue this together! ❤️

- Mr Wavell

[bizzhideaway]

Adam in Uniform

This is a story for @transformee as part of the annual Annual TF Story Exchange. I hope you enjoy the new you.

Adam was a man who always enjoyed a man in uniform. It didn’t matter what they did but the look of the uniform got him going. This also normally led to him stumbling over his words and embarrassing himself with the hot attractive man. This was one of the biggest frustrations for Adam when he would be going out to the bars. 

The holidays were quickly approaching and that started to get to Adam. He knew he was getting older and wanted to have someone to spend the holidays with. But with his social anxiety especially around men in uniform, that led to him not getting many dates. 

One day while out shopping for Christmas, Adam came across some unique looking Christmas decorations. There were all sorts of items including a snow globe that said to make a wish when shaking it. Adam laughed at the idea having never heard of a snow globe making wishes come true. He did have to admit it was cute so he decided to buy it. 

Adam got home with his new Christmas items and started to set them up. He pulled out the snow globe giving it a good look. He shook it to see the snowfall in it. The part that said make a wish almost glowed as he did this. He just figured it was a gimmick and didn’t think anything of it. He put it on his shelf and headed to the kitchen to make himself a drink.

After making himself a cocktail Adam sat there in his favorite chair looking over the new snow globe. The golden “Make a Wish” kept getting his attention as he enjoyed his drink. After a while he got up walking over to the snow globe and grabbing it. He then gives it a shake and mumbles a wish, “I wish I get a man in uniform…or be one the guys want” he says.

The snow globe begins to glow as if there was a light inside it that had been turned on. Adam didn’t realize it and set it back down. He goes back and sits while scrolling his phone. He sees an ad for one of the local bar is having a uniform night. He figured why not go have another drink and enjoy the view even if he couldn’t talk to any of them. 

After a quick shower and getting dressed Adam heads out for a night of eye candy and a nice drink. He orders at the bar noticing the bartender is in a slutty looking Navy Uniform. He is amazed at all the guys who had on uniforms around the bar. He finds a bar stool to sit at with his drink and watch the guys. He sees all the guys talking and wishing he could get the nerve to talk to someone. 

Adam orders another drink and while sipping it has a cute red headed guy in a firefighter t-shirt next to him. The guy is enjoying his drink when he starts to chat with Adam. What is more surprising is that Adam is able to talk to him without getting flustered. Normally this type of guy would have him tripping over his words. The guy had fiery red hair that was cut and styled immaculately, his shirt tight against his bulging biceps and muscled pecs. Adam figures his nerves may be relaxed from the several drinks. He is really enjoying the conversation. Soon the guy says he needs to use the restroom and tells Adam to join him. He thought that was odd but did think he needed to go. What shocked him though was the guy pulling him into a stall with him once in the restroom. 

Adam wasn’t sure what was going on since this was not something he has had happen before but really enjoyed it. They made out in the stall feeling each other's bodies. Adam loved the feel of the firefighters bulging arms and muscular back. The man turned Adam around and kissed his neck as he grinded against his ass. Adam was lost in the feeling and not noticing that something was happening to the man behind him. The man's hard dick gets harder as he starts to get pulled into it. After a couple minutes Adam hears a sound behind him and turns to look. Instead of the hot redhead firefighter, Adam saw the man’s clothing laying on the floor and a red dildo on top of it. 

Seeing this confused Adam. How could the guy get out of the stall…and naked at that. He wasn’t sure what to do but felt an urge to grab the dildo. He didn’t look closely at it or he would have seen the cute guy’s face faintly on the tip of the dildo. Adam doesn’t know what came over him – but he quickly dropped his pants and grabbed the dildo. He then sucked on it for a moment before shoving it into his ass. It felt so good having something filling him up, it had been awhile since he had that happen. Adam pulls up his pants and zips up trapping the dildo in his ass. He can’t hear it but the guy is freaking out at him going head first into the ass of a man he just met. Adam grabbed the guys clothing and shoved them into a bag and quickly left the bar. 

He had no idea why he did it but it just felt right. As he walked home, he didn’t notice his ass starting to plump around the red dildo. The back of his pants starting to become tight as he gains a bigger muscular bubble butt. He quickly gets into his house and locks the door. 

Adam moaned again feeling the dildo in him as he entered his bedroom. He wasn’t sure why it felt so good to have a dildo in him or even why he would take one he found in a bar’s bathroom. He sits on his head pushing the dildo further into him which felt amazing. He started to pull off his clothing and grabbed the ones that the guy had been wearing. He starts to sniff the shirt, getting a whiff of the man’s musk from it. It really turned him on more. The smell driving him wild as he starts to reach back for the dildo. Adam starts to pull it out and push it back in, each time moaning loudly. His voice actually drops an octave with the moans. His mind feels cloudy, likely from the alcohol but really from the dildo. As he keeps fucking himself his skin starts to lighten. He had no idea it was happening or that the dildo that was once a firefighter was now changing him. 

Jadam started to moan louder the more he fucked himself, his arms starting to grow in size as well. His mind shifted more to think about the time he put into the gym when in all honesty it had been months since he even set foot in the gym. He had no idea what was going on but it just felt good. He didn’t even realize he was thinking of himself with a new name at the moment. 

Finally he got to the climax of his fucking and with a deep moan fired a load onto his bedding. He lays back breathing heavy not realizing that his chest was expanding in size. What Jadam also didn’t realize was the dildo was starting to vanish inside him. The dildo becomes part of a changing man. 

Jedam grabbed the underwear worn by the sexy firefighter and pulled him to his nose to get a whiff. He moaned again loving the scent of man and smoke. The guy must have worn these during a fire call. That really turned on Jedam more, making him rub his dick again. 

As he laid there enjoying himself his memories also were starting to change. He started to imagine being in the firehouse with the other men and doing things in the showers after calls. This is when he started to get worried, as something was happening. His mind feeling strange as he tried to clear it but also feeling like he wasn’t the one in control. 

His body was still growing with his arms adding lots of muscles. His ass getting more perky as the dildo evaporates into his body. He groans, feeling a shock from his ass before it feels empty. The dildo now a part of him. Jedam sat up seeing his reflection in the mirror. In it he sees an older version of himself…only his messy hair is now red. His jawline is getting more defined as his neck thickens. 

Jedam was confused. This isn’t him…or wasn’t him before tonight. He got up to look and realized his wish. He had said to get a man in uniform or be one…and that must be what is happening. He was panicking now as he started to head for his living room. What he didn’t expect though was that his balls were about to go through a change. He lets out a moan feeling warmth between his legs as his balls start to swell. Jedam groans, feeling weird like his mind is being pulled downwards. In his mind he hears another voice…telling him to relax. It sounds just like him…only it said he is Jeff.

That started to worry him, having his mind think he is a different person. What he didn’t realize though was that Jeff was now in control. As much as he wanted to be…the old “Adam” was now in his balls. He didn’t realize that his mind was moved downwards as his body continued to change. 

Jeff had his body packing on muscle now as he headed back to the bedroom. “Adam” was trying to get to the snow globe to undo his wish but now he was trapped inside himself. He had no idea what was going on though. Jeff grabbed his expanding balls loving the feeling of them swelling with cum. 

Jeff laughed, feeling his old self fading away into his balls. All the resistance that had suddenly appeared as “Adam” realized what was happening. He headed back to the mirror to get a look at his growing body. It was a mixture of Adam and the former firefighter who was somehow part of the body. 

“Adam” had no idea what was going on as he felt part of him being moved around as his body walked around the apartment. His old life of being an accountant is beginning to fade even more. Any thought of numbers being pulled into his balls as Jeff got more and more control. Jeff moans feeling the surge of energy hit his balls again. His hand going down and grabbing the balls. “Adam” is confused, feeling this and realizing something is very wrong. He can still see out his eyes but knowing he is no longer in control. 

Jeff heads to the bathroom with his dick rock hard now. He grins seeing himself in the mirror. “Wow we make a very nice looking man…the guys will love us” he says. 

  That is when Jeff starts to jerk off again. He stands over his toilet looking over at the mirror and flexing. His pale skin is starting to gain some tattoos on both arms as his hair gets a more clean cut style. This turns him on more seeing his features shifting. He keeps rubbing and can feel the pressure building in the balls. His old life just being swirled around in his balls with cum. 

Jeff keeps going until he fires a huge load into the toilet. He moans as he breathes heavily. Jeff grabs some toilet paper to clean up his dick and tosses it into the toilet. He then reaches forward and hits the level to flush the toilet. With the swirling of the water goes the old like that was once Adam. Jeff not realizing anything was any different now as his mind completely accepted his new life, well new to most but to him this was how he always was. The old Adam just cum in the sewers while the new version known as Jeff took over his life. 

[transformee]

The Naughty List

“The f- uh, can I help you?” Rick wasn’t sure how else to respond in the moment as he walked into his living room to find a large man in a red costume hunched over next to the fireplace.

“Oh, wonderful! Yes, perfect timing as a matter of fact. I was hoping I could wrap up this last stop quickly.” The man put his gloved hand on the mantle and hoisted himself upright, leaving little doubt as to his identify as he turned to face Rick. The beard, the belly, the suit – it was all there.

“Ok then, errr… Santa. I’ll play along. Did Jace put you up to this? How did you even get in here?”

“Why, through the chimney of course, just like always! Things just took a bit longer this year, but here I am!”

“Yeah, I mean, aren’t you a bit late? It’s almost New Years…”

The normally jolly look on Santa’s face soured a bit, although Rick didn’t notice. “Well, there are a couple billion more people than there used to be,” said Santa, dripping with rare sarcasm. “And no one is happy with the simple things anymore, so everything has to be bigger and bigger and better than ever before for social media and-“ Santa snapped out of his little rant, coming back to his senses. "But enough about that. Those gifts are reserved for those on the Nice list. These Naughty stops are usually much faster," he said with a chuckle.

"Ah, so I'm on the Naughty list, eh," Rick said with a smirk, now convinced that this was just a prank or little bit of roleplay that his boyfriend Jace had arranged. "What does that run these days? A few extra lumps of coal from inflation?"

"Sometimes yes, actually. It varies quite widely though, you see. And I do tend to save something... special for my last stop. it makes the rest of my year until next Christmas season much more enjoyable! And you, my little Dickie, have been on the Naughty list for so long, you finally earned that last spot..."

"Dickie? No one has called me that since I was like-"

"8, in fact."

Rick's previously amused expression slowly darkened. "And how the hell would you know THAT? I've never told anyone that, not even Jace."

"Oh, you know how all the songs go... I've been watching you for a long time, Dickie. Or would you prefer another moniker? Big Dick Rick, perhaps?"

"Ok, well, I don't have time for this anymore. Suit yourself." Rick turned around with a huff, intending to leave and accost Jace over the weird interaction in their home.

"Very well - I'll do just that!" A red cloud enveloped Rick from behind as Santa blew a handful of red dust that he had fished out from a punch on his large traditional belt. Rick coughed and waived his arms around before the cloud seemed to thicken and swirl around him until...

"THE FUCK-!?"

Just a quickly as it had swallowed him, the red cloud dissipated and left Rick wide-eyed and speechless. His clothes had all evaporated with Santa's smoke, and he was hovering a few inches above the ground. Santa just smirked as Rick spun his arms and legs around, trying to orient himself and regain some control.

"Ah, that's better! As you said, Rick, I don't have time for this early, so let's get this show on the road. I was going to give you and Jace the same special treatment that I usually save for my last stop, but I just thought of something different for you. Now... come to Santa!"

Rick's ass started to pull backwards towards Santa, with the rest of Rick floating along with it. Meanwhile Santa quickly unbuckled his belt and let his trademark pants fall to the floor, releasing his jolly belly and reveling a modest-but-erect cock aimed right at Rick's ass.

"Wait! Wha- what are you doing?!? N- EE!" Rick's protests ended with a high pitched squeak as Santa's cock slid right into his hole, leaving him mounted mid-air on Santa's crotch. A small moan escaped both their lips before Rick snapped back to his senses, albeit momentarily.

"N- no! This isn't- JACE! Jace! Ja..." Rick's words slurred and his eyes rolled back slightly as a bit more red dust sprinkled down from Santa's glove above his head.

"There, there... Just relax. That'll make this next part faster and more enjoyable for both of us," cooed Santa in Rick's ear. And with that, Santa leaned forward slightly and started to rub his gloved hands down Rick's muscular thighs, rounding his knees before pulling up slightly on his shins and feet. Again and again, Santa gently tucked Rick's lower body up towards his own as the changes slowly became more and more noticeable. With each pass, Rick's legs diminished in size, rounding off and lifting up towards their new home. Santa's balls hung low as Rick's feet finally made contact, merging and sinking inside. Within a matter a moments, Rick's legs had been fully engulfed by Santa's nuts, which now sat slightly larger in Santa's hand. He rolled them around with his gloved fingers, eliciting another louder moan from them both. And then, at least the most perfect or most awkward time...

"Rick, babe, was that you? Did you need help with something?" Jace descended the stairs down in the hall in front of the living room, giving him a direct view of the show. "Babe, what did yo-" Jace's eyes grew wide like saucers at the sight of his legless cross-eyed boyfriend magically suspended out from Santa's crotch. He would have been speechless even if a bolt of Santa's dust hadn't smacked his as soon as he turned the corner, leaving him frozen in place. A few muffled screams faded quickly as the calming effects of Santa's magic took hold.

"Oops! Well that was some interesting timing... Sorry about that, Jace, but you'll just have to wait there for your turn. Don't worry - it won't be long!"

And with that, Santa refocused on the task at hand, quite literally. "Well first, we need to do something about these big broad shoulders of yours!" Santa reached out his large hands and started to caress and press them on Rick's traps, pulling down and back and around from the base of his neck. Just like with his legs, each pass of Santa's hands brought accelerating changes as Rick's muscular shoulders and arms began to smooth down and slowly merge into his torso. Rick's biceps flexed a couple final times on reflex, but that didn't last long as they disappeared into the rest of him. Rick's new shape was becoming more and more clear unbeknownst to him. He simply remained a moaning mess mounted on Santa's cock.

"Mmmmmm, now for the best parts," Santa moaned as he reached back down towards his balls before stroking upwards. He hadn't forgotten that Rick's rock hard cock was still protruding, but not for long. Rick let out his loudest moan yet, and his eyes rolled back again as Santa pressed his cock against his abs, again and again, pressing it deeper and deeper until only Rick's smoothed abs remained. Rick groaned one last time before a different sound finally emerged - more of a gurgle. Santa purred at the new noise. "Mmmmmmm, yes, that's what I've been waiting for. That's what I love to hear..." Shifting his focus one final time, Santa stretched out with both hands as far as he could, just barely able to reach Rick's handsome face. Santa gently caressed Rick's cheeks as he pulled backwards, stroking what remained of Rick's body with both hands all the way down both sides from head to hips, stopping only to give Rick's pecs and nipples a squeeze on the way. The little bit of Rick's consciousness that struggled to hang on quickly lost its will as it felt like Santa's cock was growing inside of him with every stroke. The reality of course was slightly different as it was actually Rick's body dwindling in size. His mind was too mushy to notice however as Santa gave his pecs and nipples one last tease before they disappeared, causing that gurgling sound to bubble up from within Rick again and a dab of drool, or at least something that looked like drool, to dribble out the corner of his mouth and down his chin. Rick's hips had already disappeared into Santa's at this point, leaving what was left of him firmly attached. Santa's floating magic was barely even needed at this point as Santa had shrunk what was left of Rick down down past 3 feet to less than 2. His hands now easily reached all the way around Rick's body, so it was time to finally focus on Rick's head. Santa's gloves gently slid around his face, smoothing his forehead and chin back and down. It only took a few strokes before all that was left was Rick's tiny face on the tip of Santa's significantly larger rock-hard cock. Any illusion of Rick's torso was long gone, with cock veins clearly straining along what had been his body. Cum clearly leaked from his lips as he bobbed up and down a bit, and Rick's glazed eyes could only stare straight up at Santa's jolly face smiled down at him from above. And with that, the last thing that Rick saw was Santa's gloves bearing down on his one last time for one last tug, as his final features smoothed away, leaving just an engorged pink drooling head on the end of the dick that Rick had always been.

Santa groaned as Rick's transformation completed, with every last bit of nerve and fiber finally merged with his own.

"Nnggghhhhhhh, Big Dick Rick indeed..." Santa moaned as his new python of a cock started to soften slightly, all the while continuing to drool. "And for your first performance..." Santa's eyes gleamed as he turned and his mouth drew into a wide smirk... 'I'm going to need a volunteer!"

Horrified didn't even begin to cover it as Jace remained wide-eyed and frozen, staring at his former boyfriend leaking onto the floor from between Santa's jiggling thighs.

"For you, Jace, I've saved the usual 'gift' I give at the end of the season. This one is more for me really, but every now and then a recipient even enjoys it too! Now, don't be shy..." Santa playfully motioned for Jace with his index finger, calling him over.

"Mmmmm... mmmmmm!" Jace tried to cry out but could only manage a muffled protest as he felt himself lift off the ground slightly and twist and angle directly towards Santa. Then, suddenly and far faster than Rick had hovered, Jace was flung across the room in an instant, like a magnet flying to it partner. Jace's destination was far from a magnet however, as Big Dick Rick barreled his way between Jace's lips with a satisfying *schlorp*. Jace gagged from having such a massive member suddenly down his throat, but he quickly relaxed as a light sprinkle of that familiar red dusted his face. His eyes crossed and rolled back as he started to go to town on his former boyfriend, using every trick and tongue that he had ever learned. Santa practically roared in pleasure.

"Good lord, boy! I didn't even suggest... any...JESUS, you're good at this!" Santa could barely form a thought while getting what must've been the best blowjob of his life. He only wished it could've lasted longer, but Rick was so... so... sensitive...!

Three souls groaned as Santa's body started to buck and his 'gift' started to pour into Jace. A torrent of cum and mass and magic erupted from Rick's old lips straight down Jace's throat - far more than should have been physically possible. But this was no normal load, as Jace's body started to quiver. Not that Jace could discern anything further, but Santa's ample body was undergoing a change of its own. His belly shook like a bowl full of jelly as it receded inwards, all while Jace's breathing grew more labored. His tight-fitting clothes groaned, stretching at the seams as Jace expanded in all directions. Every part of him inflated like a balloon as Santa's did the opposite, with the disappearing mass revealing a sculpted physical behind. After the magical climax, Santa slowed stepped back, sliding his cock out of his cock's boyfriend's now-chubby face. Jace slumped to the floor on his knees, leaving his rotund rear end sticking up in the air.

"Aahhhhhh, that always feels soooooo much better, like the best version of getting your hair cut." A barely recognizable figure chuckled over the comatose boyfriend on the floor. Santa's traditional clothes started to shimmer and warp as they slowly reformed on his body. His coat pulled in quickly and tightly, foregoing new sleeves while his baggy pants snaked out from the ground, wrapping themselves around Nick’s tight thighs with a trim fit before covering the softening cock inside, sealing it in its new home.

"This is what can happen to those on the Naughty list, gentlemen. Now, we can revisit your Naughty status near year, depending on your behavior of course. But with that, I think we can call this season a wrap! Time to hit up somewhere warm like Miami and have some fun for a bit!” And with that and a little strut, Nick made his way out of the house, giving Jace’s ample airborne ass a little slap along the way. He stretched his muscles, now on full display, and summoned his list with a puff of red smoke to cross his last names off for the year. However…

“Well what’s this? Did I miss one somehow? I guess we have one more quick stop this year, Rick!” said Nick as he pawed at his crotch with a smirk. “Now let’s see. Bryce… Bryce… are we Naughty or Nice! Ah ha! N-“

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Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year to all, especially @bizzhideaway ! 😁

[mrwavellswaps]

Go Bananas!

(A gift for @transformee)

Adam closed the door behind himself as he came home from a long day at work. He let out a sigh of relief as he grabbed a refreshing beverage from the kitchen before making his way to the living room. Adam was your average dude. A 6’1” engineer who was a little out of shape and just doing what he could to get by. Having recently turned 41 years old, he was fairly content with the way things were going for him right now though sometimes he couldn’t help but wish his life had a little more… flare to it. Sure things were normal for him now but having a bit of craziness in his life would certainly spice things up he always thought.

That’s why when he sat down to put some TV on, Adam immediately put on a recorded episode of The Challenge. A show that’d been going on for decades now and was highly successful. Teams of contestants all competing against one another on various challenges in an effort to advance to win the big cash prize at the end. And through all the contestants there was one that always stood out to Adam. Johnny Bananas. He’d appeared on many many seasons of The Challenge now and always managed to captivate Adam with not only his humour and charisma but also his dashing good looks! And to top it all off he was the same age as Adam! 41 years old! Though of course Bananas wasn’t his actual last name, it was a nickname he’d been given back in college due to how crazy his friends thought he was. One that very quickly stuck and eventually became a trademark of his.

It was that craziness he had mixed with the cocky confidence he gave off that really enticed Adam. Not only was he super hot but Johnny just always seemed like he was having a blast with all these different reality shows he’d go on. Doing all these insane challenges and getting into drama with other contestants. It was exactly was Adam wished he had sometimes. All that excitement around him. Getting to blend with all these other colourful TV personalities. It sounded like an absolute dream to him! But as much as he wished he could be Johnny, that’s all it was. A dream.

Still that didn’t stop Adam from watching almost any TV show Johnny was in. Always excited to see the comedic lunatic on screen that he couldn’t help lusting over. Wishing and wishing that he could be just like him. Having that body and aura of confidence. Even now Adam couldn’t help pawing at his crotch as he watched Johnny on screen. Only being snapped out of it at last by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

He paused the show as he hit up, wondering who it could be as he made his way to the front door. When he opened the door however, he was nothing but confused. Standing on the other side was a handsome middle aged man. Silver hair, salt and pepper bear, strong build hidden underneath his very fancy looking suit. Adam tried not to drool as his eyes quickly scanned his man up and down. Yet he also couldn’t help noticing the large package this man was carrying with the words “Bananas Secret” printed on it.

“Uhhhhh… hi?” Adam squinted, knowing he hadn’t ordered anything recently.

“Good evening sir. My name is Wavell and I’m offering you a very special package today. May I come in?” The strange man asked very politely with a dashing twinkle in his eye.

Adam didn’t know what the hell was going on but he couldn’t help eyeing this man up over how hot he was. Gorgeous even. He probably should’ve turned him away as he was likely just trying to sell something but… “Sure...”

Wavell’s smile widened as he stepped into the house. Adam guided him into the kitchen where Wavell sat the moderately sized box down on the table. He then clasped his hands together as he turned to Adam. “So. I’m sure you’re probably wondering what kind of wonderful gift I’ve brought you today.”

“I guess?” Adam still wasn’t sure what the hell was going on but couldn’t help going along with it anyway.

The older gentleman patted the box and ushered Adam closer. “Well then come take a look. I’m certain you’re gonna love it. Trust me.”

Still Adam wasn’t sure what to think but regardless he stepped up to the box Wavell had placed on the table. He couldn’t even begin to guess what exactly was inside. Bananas secret? That didn’t really giveaway a whole lot. Besides that there weren't any other indications on the box as to what it contained meaning there was only one way to find out. He ripped the top of the box open without hesitation, tearing away at the tape that was sealing it shut before pulling it open and what he saw inside was… not what he was expecting.

“Seriously? A literal Banana?” Adam said with a raised eyebrow. Looking into the box he saw none other than one single banana sat at the bottom. It was almost so obvious that the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. But why just one? Why not a box full? God he was confused beyond belief right now.

Wavell smirked knowingly. “Yes. A Banana. But it’s no ordinary Banana. Go on. Take it.” He continued to coax Adam on with succession.

Adam reached into the box and pulled out the Banana. Immediately he could tell something about it was strange. It felt slightly heavier than he’d expected and now that he could see it in proper lighting he could really see just how yellow it was. Almost cartoonishly so. There were zero bruises or blemishes. Not too big or small. Shaped just right. It looked perfect! Too perfect even. So much so that Adam was convinced it had to be a fake somehow.

“I can assure you it’s most certainly real.” Wavell said suddenly in an almost creepy manner as if he could hear Adam’s thoughts. “The Banana you hold has special properties you see. One might even say life changing.” He explained while taking the Banana from Adam for a moment so he could peel it, revealing the just as perfect and delicious looking interior. “Here. See for yourself.” He offered the perfect looking fruit back to the clueless man before him.

Hesitantly Adam reached out and took back the Banana. Now that it’d been peeled a mild aroma wafted towards his nose, gently permeating his sense of smell with its calming scent. So much so that merely looking at it was beginning to make his mouth water. He couldn’t stop himself.

He took a bite.

“Mmmmmm…MmmMmm.” Adam hummed as he chewed, savouring the gorgeous taste in his mouth for as long as possible. Allowing his taste buds to bathe in it before finally gathering the strength to swallow.

“Tastes good right?” Wavell chuckled.

Adam could only shake his head in response as he was too focused on taking another bite to answer properly. Practically tearing off another chunk of the Banana and chewing away at it in delight. He didn’t think he’d tasted anything this good before in his life. The flavours were just exploding in his mouth. Allowing this heavenly feeling to wash over his body with every bite, every chew and every swallow. Almost like it was flooding his body with a newfound sense of power that he couldn’t quite explain.

Little did Adam know just how right he actually was. But Wavell knew. The magic infused into that Banana was already flowing through every vein of Adam’s body. Pumping him full of excitement and energy that became more and more evident as Adam sprung an uncontrollable erection once he was nearly finished eating. Yet he didn’t even notice!

“Really enjoying that, aren't we?” Wavell commented as he watched Adam get down to the last bite while glancing at the tent he’d pitched in his pants.

Adam nodded again enthusiastically as he chewed on his last piece, savouring it as much as he could before finally swallowing one last time. “Oh god yeah! I don’t know what the hell you put in that but it tasted incredible!? Where can I get more of those?!” He asked immediately, now wishing it hadn’t just been the one Banana in the box.

Wavell placed his hands gently on Adam’s shoulders while glancing into his eyes. “Don’t worry Adam. You’re not going to need anymore of them. Just one is all you’re gonna need to Go Bananas.”

“Go Bananas?… Hey wait, how did you know my name?” Adam questioned as Wavell’s grip tightened ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry about it Adam. All you need to worry about is Going Bananas!”

There it was again. That same weird phase. Only this time it really rang through Adam’s body. Through his mind even. Something about them caused something stir inside of him. A feeling that only made his body more excited. That only made his cock even harder.

Wavell let go of his shoulders before waving a hand down Adam’s body. In an instant Adam’s clothes vanished. Showing off his naked body in all its glory and allowing his dick to spring forwards having been released from its fabric constraints.

“You’re not gonna be needing those. Not when you really Go Bananas.”

Again. Those words. Why did they make Adam feel so relaxed? So soothed. Yet so energised at the same time. He was so engulfed in the feeling of it all that he didn’t even seem to notice himself shrinking a couple of inches. Going down from his usual 6’1” height down to a still respectable 5’10”. He might’ve clocked onto the change had he not been so focused on staring into Wavell’s deep shimmering eyes.

“Go onnnn… just let it all out. Just Go Bananas!” The warlock continued on.

Adam began to change even further. He started to sweat as his body grew hotter and hotter by the second. Almost like he had a fever. Yet the heat itself was strangely calming and blissful. Almost like he was wrapped up in a warm blanket despite sweating buckets. Unbeknownst to him however, his body was shredding off masses of fat from his frame. Getting rid of the small belly that’d formed over the years. Banishing any unwanted flab here and there. Sweating it all right out until he was lean enough to be a slender men’s supermodel. But it didn’t stop there…

“Go… Bananas…” Adam mumbled to himself, repeating the phase that had brought his mind and body so much pleasure. Immediately his body began to grow once again, only this time instead of packing on fat it was packing on muscle instead!

Wavell grinned. “Now you’re getting it… because deep down you know that all you wanna do is Go Bananas!”

Adam let out a long groan that time as his body inflated. His flat chest expanding into modest pecs first and foremost while his shoulders and back widened slightly. Some subtle muscle definition made itself known across his back as his arms grew. Biceps and triceps pumping up nice and thick while veins ran down his forearms, forcing them to grow in tandem. He couldn’t help grunting slightly as for the first time in his life, strong looking abs cobbled themselves onto his stomach.

“Goooo… Bananaasss…” Adam moaned, cock bucking in an uncontrollable manner as he did.

Wavell reached out and gripped Adam’s cock gingerly, giving it a gentle squeeze as he did. “There you go. Just keep Going Bananas.” He coaxed even further. “Because Going Bananas just feels sooo good doesn’t it.” He added causing the other man’s cock to drool precum into his hand.

Adam smiled dumbly as he nodded along with everything Wavell told him and whilst he did his dick began to follow the same example his other muscles were setting. Without warning it started to engorge in Wavell’s hand. Growing thicker and longer as another large glob of precum dripped from its fat head. But of course a huge cock wouldn’t be complete without a pair of massive bull bulls to go with it. Thankfully his nuts weren’t far behind as they doubled in size while filling to the brim with virile cum.

The warlock continued to repeat that magical trigger phase over and over and over. Drilling it deeper and deeper into Adam’s mind and forcing his body to continue changing. His legs were of course next on the list as they began to expand. Quads and hams bulged slightly as even his calves began to look bigger. In honesty they weren’t all that much bigger than they were originally with the main difference being that the size now came more so from muscle rather than fat making Adam’s body feel much stronger and harder than ever before!

“Come on Johnny! You’re almost free!” Wavell chanted. “Go Bananas!” He watched with satisfaction as ink swirled onto Adam’s skin. First of all creating a tattoo on his left shoulder that spread down across his bicep before then creating a second tattoo on his right lat, just below his armpit.

Adam of course didn’t even clock what Wavell had just called him. How could he when he was far too focused on the growing feeling in his backside. He grunted as his ass began to swell, packing on some extra muscle alongside the leftover fat making it nice and bubbly. Not stopping until Adam had a thick squeezable peach of an ass that anyone would be tempted to grope.

Wavell grabbed the sides of Adam’s head as he changed the phrase again and again, prompting the physical transformation to complete itself. Adam’s voice shifted slightly as it travelled up his neck and towards his face. His hair quickly began to change, shaping itself into a much more stylish look far nicer than what Adam usually wore. As it did his entire head started reshaping itself, forcing his facial features to move and realign themselves. Wavell traced his fingers across Adam’s jaw. Running them just above his lip and along his chin. As he did so the prickle of facial hair growing quickly could be felt as what started as stubble fast turned into a short beard that decorated Adam’s changing face. The feeling of such a process was almost indescribable but thankfully it didn’t hurt one bit. It just felt rather uncomfortable for a moment until finally everything settled in place.

“Perfect.” Wavell commented as he summoned a small handheld mirror before flipping it around to face Adam. “Just look at that gorgeous face of yours. No wonder they're always asking you to come back on those Challenge TV shows. They can’t get enough of your handsome mug.”

Adam’s dick throbbed in excitement yet again as he witnessed his own reflection. Looking back at him was none other than the man he’d jerked off to countless times before. The man he always looked forward to seeing on TV. The man he’d been somewhat obsessed with ever since he first saw him.

“I’m… Johnny Bananas…”

Wavell sniggered a little at the funny sounding stage name. “That’s right Johnny. Physically anyway. Now it’s your mind’s turn.” Wavell placed a warm hand against Johnny’s cheek.

Johnny couldn’t help leaning into it slightly, feeling as though the warmth was somehow massaging his brain. Moulding it gently. Bit by bit he could feel parts of his old personality being picked away. His former self tried its utmost to resist. To fight back against these changes. Trying to remember who he used to be against all odds. But it was impossible. This magical force being imposed on him was far too strong. Johnny had no choice but to give in.

That kind humble nature he once had slowly being squashed down and reshaped into a much cockier and slightly smug one. Any form of shyness he might’ve had before was being drained away to make room for a new confident charm that would allow him to woo almost anybody. Even the majority of his former goals and ambitions in life were being replaced with a desire to be a star. To be seen on national television by millions around the globe. Just something about that just seemed so exhilarating! So exciting! So right! Like it was where he was supposed to be!

“Go Bananas…” He continued to mumble the phrase to himself as even the majority of his original memories were suppressed to make space for new ones. Memories of growing up as Johnny and being the class clown back in school. All his college friends thought he was a little crazy, earning him the nickname of Bananas. A nickname that would follow him through his career as a TV personality and would quickly become a trademark of his. All sorts of new friends and family came to mind as well as he started to think of some of the people he’d seen on TV shows like The Challenge as people he actually knew personally. People he competed against on the show!

Seeing that Johnny’s transformation was more or less complete, Wavell got down on one knee before wrapping his lips gingerly around the tip of Johnny’s thicker cock, sucking on it gently. Making sure to dance his tongue around the engorged head as he slowly slipped further down the shaft. Moving closer and closer towards the base until he was deep-throating the entire thing without an issue. Wavell smiled internally a little. It was moments like this that made him remember why he loved cock so much.

Johnny couldn’t help himself. As he started to regain some sense of self, he placed and hand in the back of Wavell’s head, gripping his neatly styled hair, and immediately began face fucking him. Making sure to stuff his dick as far down the warlocks throat as humanly possible before pulling back and doing it over again. Wavell didn’t mind of course. Cock was his specialty after all. His mouth and throat were practically made for it and it showed by how much Johnny was getting into it.

Pretty soon the man that was once Adam had been totally repressed, crushed under the weight of his new persona. He was still there and fully aware of who he used to be but if anything that only made him happier. Allowing him to acknowledge how much better he was now. How much of an upgrade his new body and mind were compared to what he had before. It was a blessing if anything that only made him more grateful for who he was now. Grateful to be Johnny.

With one last powerful yell, Johnny squeezed his thick ass before blowing a huge load down Wavell’s throat who hungrily swallowed it all. His yell turned to a low groan as he could feel the warlock sucking hard on his sensitive tip to make sure he got every drop. Greedy as always.

“Mmmm… now that was some quality stuff.” Wavell wiped the excess cum from his beard and lips before standing back up to face a rather drained looking Johnny. “Well. Time to get you ready I think.”

Johnny wasn’t quite sure what Wavell meant as he grabbed the box off the table that’d had the banana in it from before, shoving it into Johnny’s hands. He hardly gave Johnny a moment to question it before the world around them spun in a twister of purple smoke. Smoke that dissipated just as quickly as it had appeared. Only when it did they most certainly weren’t in Adam’s kitchen anymore or even his house for that matter! Rather they were standing in a rather lavish bathroom that Johnny couldn’t help finding familiar.

“Home sweet home eh?” Wavell said as he handed the box back to Johnny. Naturally the new man was confused until he felt the weight of the box. It certainly wasn’t empty anymore.

“Take a look.”

Curiously Johnny opened up the box once again only this time he found a brand new neatly folded suit alongside a pair of exquisite brown loafers sitting inside. Ignoring the nonsense of it all, he gently placed the box of the bathroom counter facing away from Wavell. Not that the warlock minded getting a full view of that bubbly ass.

Johnny carefully pulled out the suit piece by piece, examining it with care. “Now this looks fuckin perfect!” He comments as he admired the expensive feel to the fabric. “You really outdid yourself man, I’m gonna look hot as fuck tonight.” He looked back at Wavell with a cocky smirk. “Well. I always look hot but you know what I mean.”

“I certainly do. Like a diamond amongst jade.”

“See. You get it.” Johnny took the suit pants and began pulling them on. “You and I. We’re fucking diamonds. We’re the best at what we do and everyone fucking loves us for it.” He tugged the pants up and over his ass before tucking his cock in and zipping them up.

Wavell chuckled. “Going commando are we?”

“Of course. How else are people gonna see my dickprint?” Johnny responded wittily.

After that he reached in and grabbed the expensive loafers. “You see these shoes? Thousands of people are gonna want to get on their knees and kiss them tonight when they see me on TV.” He slipped the loafers onto his feet, satisfied with the perfect fit.

“Oh they absolutely will. You’re a TV icon now after all. A far cry from that out of shape run of the mill engineer you were before right?” Wavell commented, watching as Johnny began to slip on his crisp white shirt.

“R-right.” Johnny’s train of thought stopped for a moment. It was strange. He still remembered who he used to be deep down but it was so buried under these new memories and feelings that it almost didn’t seem real. Like he’d always been Johnny. Well he supposed it didn’t matter that much. It’s not like he’d ever be going back.

Johnny finally pulled on his suit jacket, perfectly matching his pants, before tucking in a pink pocket square to complete the look. “How about it Wavell?” He asked with a grin as he did a little spin to show off his body once more, now perfectly accented by the fitted suit.

“Dashing. You’re gonna have all the men slobbering for your cock.”

Men? For some reason that didn’t sound right at first. Johnny’s memories told him that he always fancied women but he couldn’t deny that he was still completely and utterly gay. Oh well it was all the same. At least now he could make some new memories dominating men and stretching their assholes nice and wide. Making the moan his name and fucking them so good that they’d be begging at a chance to have his dick again. Pleading for another load. He couldn’t fucking wait.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat for a while longer but I’ve got an interview to catch.” Johnny wrapped an arm around Wavell and started guiding him towards the door. “But hey maybe you could stop by sometime. You know, gimme a chance to thank you for all this.” They stopped for a moment as Johnny turned to look Wavell dead in the eyes, both men glaring down at one another lustfully until they finally leant forwards into a long kiss. Their beards scratched against one another as Wavell wrapped a hand around Johnny’s head and pulled him in closer. Savouring their little moment of passion.

Wavell smiled as they parted. “Perhaps. But I’ll have to bring my boyfriend if I do.”

Soon enough the pair were walking and talking as they made their way down Johnny’s driveway until they finally reached his car. Wavell had never been much of a car person all things considered but he could tell from a glance that it was quite the exquisite ride. It had a certain glimmer to it that would be sure to catch anyone’s eye, making sure that it stuck out from the other cars on the road, just like Johnny did.

“It was a pleasure. Really. I can’t thank you enough.” Johnny held out his hand. “Everything about this just feels like it was meant to be. Whenever I saw Johnny on TV, I always felt so drawn to him. Now I know why. It was my destiny to become him.

Wavell grasped the other man’s hand, shaking it firmly. “It most certainly was. And might I say you’re quite the upgrade from the original.” He replied, pleased that he’d been able to keep the new Johnny’s homosexuality intact despite the original Johnny being straight.

With that the pair exchanged their goodbyes as Johnny hopped in his car with the most gleeful look on his face. Wavell watched on proudly as the car rumbled to life and soon drove off out of the driveway and towards the studio where Johnny’s interview was going to be.

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“And now I think it’s time to welcome tonight’s special guest! Johnny Devenanzio! Or, as he’s better known, Johnny Bananas!!” The host announced with joy.

On cue, Johnny made his way on stage from around back. An uproar of applause could be heard from the crowd as he waved to them. Sauntering towards the guest chair with the utmost confidence before getting himself sat down.

“Thank you for having me tonight.” He said with a devilish smirk knowing that this was his life from now on and he couldn’t wait to see where his newfound fame and gorgeous body would take him in the future.

[transformee]

Thank you, my friend! ❤️

[mrcavanaughtf]

Hmmmm, I’m going to guess… Joey Bosa!

Another Bosa suggestion, eh? My readers clearly know me well! Nick’s name was submitted a few times but to my surprise, this was the only Joey entry to hit my inbox so congratulations, his body will be all yours for the next six months! I’ve actually featured Joey in one of my longest running series on my Patreon, that being the ten part “Bolt Up, Bosa Up” featuring a body swap between Joey and a gay football fan. If you’re a new patron and haven’t dived into the archives yet, I highly encourage you to give it a try!

Now, down to the nitty-gritty of how you’ll be receiving your new body. I wanted to take a different route with this one yet again, so you should be on the lookout for a delivery. Ah, that knocking at your door, that should be it. Sorry for the slight delay in its arrival, magic-powered delivery isn’t always as reliable as you’d think it would be! Anyway, on your doorstep you should find a pretty large box that reaches up to your waist and is decently wide too. Don’t worry, it would be too heavy, but do take care to note the FRAGILE label that’s been slapped onto each side of the box. It would be a great shame if you were to damage the contents before ever getting to sample whatever’s inside, wouldn’t it?

Once you manage to open the box safely, you’ll find yourself looking at a carefully packaged bodysuit! Even though the suit was neatly folded up for the delivery, Joey Bosa’s face is unmistakable, even with the completely lifeless expression. You notice that his hair has been completely buzzed off and realize that this must be a brand new product, as he only adopted this hairstyle a few days prior. I’ll have you know though that this isn’t just one of the many replicas created by my company CavTech either, this is the real deal. Yes, that’s the real Joey Bosa you currently have in your hands, so what are you waiting for? Get that bodysuit on!

As you stretch out the mouth to such impossible proportions that you make poor Joey look like something out of a horror movie, you’ll be able to insert your feet one at a time. Don’t worry about hurting him either; he won’t feel anything until you’re completely encased in the suit. As soon as your feet are settled, you should pull the suit up around your legs and feel how your new calves and quads tense and flex with each little movement. A football player needs to bust out some explosive moves while playing in games, so is it any surprise that Joey’s lower half is so incredibly built? On that note, check out that ass! Why don’t you take a handful of each of those cheeks, feeling the perfect combination of muscle and fat that give you two perfect perky globes. The guys in the locker room will hardly be able to resist slapping or grabbing your backside in the showers!

Now it's time for the torso and while Joey’s not quite as obviously ripped as some of the guys on the LA Chargers or his younger brother Nick, it’s definitely nothing to scoff at. Joey’s midsection is charmingly sturdy, with abs just slightly visible even without much tensing needed, but if we’re being honest it’s the pecs that really steal the show here! Then there’s the broad shoulders and the large trap muscles leading up to the thick neck. Before you get too carried away though, you need to put your arms into the sleeves - go on, enjoy how much more power you can feel packed into the limbs now that your biceps and triceps are almost double the size! Joey’s forearms are both meaty and hairy, and his hands are broad with the calloused palms of somebody who’s no stranger to lifting barbells.

The last step is to pull Joey’s face up and over your own, then smoothing the features down into place. It’s always a little strange, those first few seconds, as you wait for your eyes to adjust and for the transformation technology built into the suit to suitably adjust the rest of your senses. Joey’s nose is pretty prominent on his face - don’t worry, lots of guys and girls dig it, myself included - and fittingly he’s always had a pretty strong sense of smell, so you’ll have that to enjoy. You’ve also got his taste buds too, so you don’t need to worry about eating something Joey wouldn’t usually and getting caught out as an imposter. We like to think of everything here at CavTech - be sure to leave us a good review, won’t you?

I have no doubt that you’ll want to spend a bit of time in front of the mirror but don’t waste too much time. Back in the box you’ll find a plane ticket to Los Angeles from your local airport and it takes off in just a few hours. Joey’s expected back at practice tomorrow and the season is starting in just a few weeks so you better get yourself ready! I look forward to seeing how you do this season, Big Bosa Bear! You might even want to catch up with your new little brother too, I think you'll find that you have a lot more in common that just the genes you share... Maybe drop a hint that you know Mr Cavanaugh and see what he says?

More stories like this on my Patreon page!

[agmsye]

I’ve been working as an engineer for about 15 years and am really stuck in a rut, both physically and mentally. I’m tired of being tired and out of shape all the time. It’s a bit cliche, but I really just want a fresh start as a whole new me for the New Year. Is that something you and the Chronivac can do?

Completely altering a person's very existence? Their very being and place in the fabric of space time? I'm not so sure if the Chronivac is up for the task.

Okay, yeah I can't keep a straight face either, after all there's nothing that me and the Chronivac can't do.

I don't think you're gonna be an engineer when I'm finished. I'm not gonna change much about you, just a tiny decision, the tiniest detail. The Chronivac shows me that you had been in a robotics club when you were a freshman in high school and I'm just gonna change that little detail.

Instead of the robotics club you ended up in the gym. And for some reason the school's head Coach took an instant liking to you (you're welcome ^^). He pretty much showed you everything he knew, work out techniques, the secrets of nutrition and the importance of keeping a healthy body.

That had been 10 years ago. I hope you don't mind that I gave you a quick rejuvenation, after all I want you to enjoy the body you've worked so hard for. Let's have a look at a usual morning of the new you, shall we?

Yeah, that seems about right. Ever since you started stepping on stage for bodybuilding contests, you have begun your days with a thorough and expert posing routine in your bathroom. Damn, I can't help but admire these muscles of yours, but that's not anything new either.

But for your wish to start the new year fresh, the Chronivac and I have prepared something special. You'll be unaware of all the changes to your life for the entirety of the year, accepting that you've worked hard under Coach's guidance to get to where you are, with several bodybuilding, football, wrestling and powerlifting trophies under your belt.

But each year, on the 1st of January, New Year's Day, you'll become aware of every change to your body and mind, to your very being. I hope you'll use this day to appreciate your new life as an up and coming energetic star athlete. Or use it to jerk off your fat cock to the sight of your hard earned massive muscles and your NFL teammates. It's your choice really!

[transformee]

5th Annual TF Writer Christmas Exchange

Thank you to my new friend @fridayotter for the wonderful story, and Merry Christmas!

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Can’t touch this… 😉

Doug chuckled to himself as he hit send on his latest gym selfie along with an old cheesy MC Hammer gif. Being the alpha top that he was, he loved giving his partner Chase a little lighthearted teasing. Chase had started to work out with him some days to try and put on some real size like Doug, but his progress had been slow. Chase’s one standout asset was just that - his ass - and Doug certainly relished in it as well. He even secretly tailored some of Chase’s workouts to focus more on his glutes. Doug was an ass man through and through, and Chase’s belonged to him. Not that Chase was against it himself. Their relationship worked for them overall, and Chase couldn’t get enough of that feeling when Doug’s alpha cock would work its way through his cheeks. But once… just once… Chase longed to know what it would be like on the other end, plunging into Doug’s muscular haunches. He had topped with other guys before, but never with Doug. Doug was adamant about his position in the relationship, in a nice and caring way thankfully, but he was unwilling to make an exception, even for special occasions. It was the one part of their relationship that made Chase sigh a mix of longing and frustration. He quickly packed that all back away as he heard Doug coming back in the door from his last pre-Christmas workout.

“Cute pic, stud, haha,” quipped Chase as he gave Doug’s ass a playful slap as he headed to the shower. A smirk crossed his face as he had indeed touched that. “Hehe, you know that’s not what I meant, babe…. Maybe one day!”

Chase sighed again as he heard the shower started up. One day…

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Christmas Eve came and went with presents opened and merriment had. The winter sun streamed in the window, rousing Chase from his dream. He stumbled towards the kitchen for some coffee when something caught his eye in the living room. There was a single stocking on the floor under the tree with something inside. Doug followed moments after Chase made his way to the tree.

“Morning, Dougie! Hey, do you remember this stocking last night?”

“Morning, babe,” said Doug with a grin. “Nah, it’s not mine. Go for it - all you!”

Chase reached inside and fished out a single item.

“What the… what is Wishing Lube? Cute, haha. I assume you got this for us to play with later…”

Doug had an oblivious look on his face. “Nope, was me,” he shrugged. “Sounds like a gag gift but only one way to find out!” he said with a grin.

“Haha, well how about I wish you finally let me use it and top for a change!”

“Maybe when you really commit to those workouts and get bigger than me, haha. How’s that for a deal?” Chase just smiled. “Bet!” He knew better than to actually get his hopes up. “But in the meantime… I’ve got a stocking you can stuff if you want to give it a try…” Chase playfully traced his finger along the tube as he headed back to the bedroom. Doug sprinted after Chase and tackled him onto the bed with a grin. “Don’t have to ask me twice!”

Clothes flew off, and Chase assumed his position over the side of the bed. He could hear Doug squirting the lube into his palm and moaning as he slathered his stiffening cock. “Mmmm, Merry Christmas to- mmmmm, me!” Doug shoved his rock hard cock into Chase’s ass with a moan as he had so many times before. Back and forth, in and out, he animalistically pumped into Chase, failing to notice the slight wisps of… something swirling around Chase’s body. It looked almost like a frosty mist as it flowed around him, slowly working its magic. Unbeknownst to Doug, Chase’s eyes had long since rolled back under its influence. Doug simply raced towards his climax, feeling a massive load building up. Something about it felt like the biggest cum of his life. It soon became overwhelming as the wisps of frost quickly grew, enveloping the couple. And from somewhere inside that frosty veil, Doug blew his enormous load into Chase’s ass with a roar, and with it went so much more.

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“Babe! Babe! Wake up! Doug…!”

Doug startled awake as someone violently shook his shoulders.

“Look at me! I’m huge! This feels amazing!”

Doug’s eyes went wide as he watched the gargantuan stranger snap his dog’s huge bone in half.

“Who… who the fuck are you?!?! What are you doing in my house?!”

“Babe, Dougie, it’s me! Chase! I must’ve passed out, and when I woke up, I looked this! And you…” Chase’s voice trailed off. Doug sprang up off the bed, but something felt off. He rushed over to the bathroom mirror. “What do you mean??? What about me-“ Doug froze as he looked at his reflection. Sure enough, it mimicked his movements perfectly as he slowly moved his hands around an unfamiliar face and body.

“Wha- wha- I- I’m?!?”

Doug could only stare at the mirror in disbelief, but somehow he could feel it and knew it was real. His muscles… his height… his age… it had clearly been sapped away, and it seemed like Chase had been the benefactor.

“Wha- how-?” Doug stammered. Chad threw up his massive shoulders in a giant shrug. “How should I know? One minute we were having sex like normal with that Wishing Lube and then…” Chase’s voice trailed off as they both instantly thought the same thing. It couldn’t possibly…

“Where is it?!? It has to be here somewhere!” Doug barged past Chase, bouncing off him in frenzy before pouncing on his prey on the bedside table.

“To Chase. From Santa. Use responsibly. Effects may last for up to a week?!? The hell…?!?”

“I dunno! I thought it was from you. And you’re the one who used it, remember? Calm down. We’ll figure this out!”

And with that, somehow, some way, Chase’s words washed over Doug, dissolving away the moment of panic and uncertainty. “Yeah, you’re right. At least I’m still cute!”

Chase’s eyebrow shot up at Doug’s remark. Cute? He had never referred to himself that way before. And why was he suddenly so calm? “Are you sure you’re OK? You seem… different all of a sudden…”

“Yeah, babe, I’m fine! It was just a shock at first. Who knew that stuff could actually work?”

It… worked? Chase’s mind started racing. Had he really made this happen somehow? If so… he had to test it.

“Hey, so, ummmm, do you remember our bet, Dougie?”

“Bet? What bet? I don’t…” Doug paused as he realized what Chase meant. “Ohhhhhh, that. I, um… hmmm, well I guess a deal’s a deal?” Part of Doug couldn’t believe what he was saying, but another part of him was curious. Chase was definitely bigger than him now, and what would it feel like to have this monster boyfriend inside of him? “I guess I can make an exception given the circumstances, but only til this wears off!”

“Sold!” Doug was quickly tackled onto the bed with ease by a gleeful Chase. They pretended to wrestle for a moment, not that it would have been a contest at that point, before Doug found himself bent over the side of the bed just as he had done to Chase so many times before. He found himself surprisingly excited though. He had never bottomed before, much less with someone as big as Chase had become. A familiar squirting sound snapped his back to reality as Chase lubed up to fulfill his wish.

“Just go easy on me, big fella!” Doug joked. “This is a first for me, so- aaaaAAAHHHH!” Doug yelped in surprise from the unfamiliar sensation as Chase plunged into his virgin hole. “Oh Jesus! Shit shit shit!” That was all Doug’s brain could process as Chase’s thick cock rammed his prostate on repeat. Is… is this what he had been missing out on all this time??? I… I could get used to this! God, I wish this could go on forever! The men moaned together from their new perspectives as those nearly invisible traces of frost blew lightly through the room, shifting reality ever so slightly in response to Doug’s newfound desire. The increase in his moans was definitely not slight however, as Chase exploded into Doug’s for the very first time. It went through him like a wrecking ball, both physically and mentally as his knees buckled, and deep down in his soul, his old preconceptions of being an alpha top shattered like glass as the men collapsed on top of each other once again.

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The rest of the weekend went largely the same way, save for a few changes that went unnoticed by either man. With Doug’s cherry popped, he found himself craving the sensation of being filled up to the brim, and with every load that Chase pumped into him, slowly but surely, his past desires to top simply melted away. And with every time Doug felt that climax inside of him, those cold wisps of magic passed by once more. As his inhibitions about bottoming fell away one by one, aspects of reality shifted as well, balancing back towards a happy medium of the mens’ desires. The new Chase remained as he was, but Doug began to change. After one round, his glutes grew rounder and stronger. The next, some of his previous bulk began to return. And some more. And some more. Before long he was almost as muscular as he was before. However he was so happy and content with his new dynamic, Doug however didn’t even notice. Everything simply felt right as his beard started to return with some flecks of gray. A few days later, the last bit of lube remained. By the point the wishes of both men were perfectly in sync. Rather than returning to his former height, Doug’s age grew instead as reality snapped into place one last time. Chase ultimately got what he wanted in his new size and alpha top role, while Doug received what he never knew he desired. When the last traces of magic dissipated, Doug stood proudly as a power bottom muscle daddy, and all was as it was supposed to be…

[fridayotter]

5th Annual TF Story Exchange (Gift for Transformee)

A gift for https://www.tumblr.com/transformee ————————————————————————— The light of the day was long gone as Adam left his office at 5. That was the worst part of his job around the holidays. Sure, the cold was bad, and the job itself was boring. But there was something especially soul-crushing about arriving to work when it was barely light out and leaving as it was dark, spending the whole day inside, in front of the glow of his screen instead of in the sun. I wish I had a less depressing job, he thought to himself for the seventh time today.

It wasn’t the worst job ever; at least it paid the bills and kept the lights on, but it hardly made him happy, which he often thought about. Going back to his lonely apartment in the dark, eating his dinner alone while watching Youtube videos, playing whatever the latest game was, if he hadn’t already beaten it, all of it felt alright, but none of it felt good.

Adam had short black hair with little bits of pepper, standing 6’1 or so but hardly looking imposing. He didn’t work out much, and it certainly showed. No muscle, and just a little heft around his midsection that never seemed to go away despite what he tried for occasional exercise routines. He didn’t think of himself as particularly great-looking… not compared to the men he liked reading transformation stories about. All the ‘end’ results of the stories he read were men he could drool over, big, sexy daddy types. The internet had an endless supply of them. It seemed like they were nearly a dime a dozen they were so common, and yet he knew he’d never be lucky enough to be one of them. He’d been aging fine, but hardly into the muscular, DILF type he yearned to be.

The walk to the train station was usually uneventful, which is why tonight, as he turned through an alley, he was surprised to hear the sounds of a struggle up on the roof above him. Muffled words floated down, then an odd, animalistic cry. A fire escape came to the ground level nearby, and Adam wasn’t sure what compelled him to start climbing them. Before he knew it he was at the top of the two story brick building, watching a man dressed in a classic Santa suit stroking a naked, buff, bodybuilder’s face.

“Shhh,” the Santa figure said. “Just relax. You’ll be free of those pesky worries soon.” As Adam watched, the bodybuilder’s legs and arms rapidly elongated, turning into stilt-like legs with hooves at the bottom. As he stretched them out, groaning in what sounded like pleasure, he craned his neck, only for it to stretch out too. Brown fur began swirling over his naked body, thick and heavy, and a tail flicked to life behind his new haunches. Majestic antlers spread from his head as his ears turned longer too. In what seemed like a few short, intensely arousing moments, the bodybuilder’s form had been replaced by that of a majestic, strong, and tall reindeer. Santa kept stroking the deer’s face slowly, and to Adam’s surprise, the reindeer’s long, throbbing cock unloaded all over the roof.

“What the fuck.”

Both figures turned to look at him, the reindeer’s eyes inscrutably animalistic in their expression, but the Santa figure’s—Adam could see now it wasn’t just the suit he had, but the long curly white beard and hair too—grew a little wide. “Oh poppycock,” he said with a jovial tone.

“Hang on a moment there Adam. Don’t go anywhere; I need to finish taking care of this one.” The big man patted the reindeer’s haunches and gave a little ‘Giddyup’. Somehow, Adam still found astonishment in himself when the reindeer reared up and gave a little huff… and leapt into the air and began flying away north at a gallop.

“What…” was all Adam could think to say. The whole situation was so sudden, so implausible… so hot.

“Now let’s see here. Adam… you’ve been a pretty good boy, I’d say. Wouldn’t you?”

“Uh, yeah?” Adam responded, unsure.

“And you want to stay on my nice list, right?” There was a twinkle in the old man’s eyes, the deep brownish-black eyes set deep in his rosy red and wrinkled face.

“Y-yes?”

“Good! Then let’s make a little deal. You stay on my nice list by not telling anyone about this, and I’ll get you your Christmas present a little early, how’s that sound my boy?”

Adam was pretty sure there was only one sane answer after what he had witnessed. “Alright!” he said, as enthusiastically as he could manage.

“Promise?” strange frost seemed to swirl around Adam, blue-white crystals glimmering in the air around his body.

“I promise,” he responded.

And with that, the magic snapped into place around him. A shiver ran through him as his clothes began to feel loose, falling into a pile around ankles and hanging off his shoulders. He’d never worn particularly large clothes, so for his body to suddenly be too small for even those was alarming. And it didn’t stop, the shirt falling off shoulder and exposing his naked body to the chill winter air as he kept shrinking. The world around him grew tall, the round form of Santa looming taller over him. The giant, fat fellow took a few steps towards him, black boots seeming to smash the ground as Adam kept shrinking. From six one to three feet to barely action figure sized Adam shrank, the cold nipping at his exposed body as the giant of a man approached him. He felt like he should run, but he couldn’t bring himself to move as his body continued to pull into itself and the world loomed. One huge, gloved hand reached down to pick him out of the pile of his clothes, lifting him up to the massive face of Santa.

“Ah, good. Much more portable. Don’t worry about the clothes; you won’t need them again.”

The most confusing part of the whole experience for Adam was the raging boner he had; it felt miniscule compared to the world around him, and when he came, Santa didn’t even seem to notice. The orgasm felt almost forced, his body shivering as his five inch dick shot a few small strands that didn’t even show up on Santa’s mittens.

“Oh don’t worry, that’s a side effect of my magic. It always happens. Now in the sack you go!”

And before he could squeak a protest, darkness enveloped Adam as he was tossed into the magic sack.

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The world tumbled around Adam for a long time. Dizzying darkness spun him around. It felt almost like the verge of sleep; time meant nothing to him. It seemed to stretch on for hours, and yet when light blinded him and he felt the cold ground on his feet, it seemed like no time had passed at all.

Adam blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes to adjust. Around him was a beautiful apartment, a kitchen in the corner over an island, the room he stood naked in furnished with modern, black couches and chairs, a TV sitting on the wall. A door the bedroom stood ajar in the corner. Outside, a view of palm trees and beaches.

“Where am I?” Adam asked.

“Your new home, mister influencer.”

Adam looked down at himself, expecting to see something different, but his body was the same as he had always known.

“Oh don’t worry. We’re going to make you look the part too, son.”

Frost crystals formed again around Adam, glittering yellow in the late afternoon sun streaming through the windows. This time, the process was much slower. Adam felt the crystals tingle around his chest. Like coming up to air from deep underwater, his body took a deep breath, and he watched with surprise and astonishment as his chest began to grow. No, not his chest. His pecs. They grew into a heavy, muscular set of jugs that anyone would be excited to play with. Hell, he was excited to play with them! He reached to touch them, slowly stroking over the round slabs of meat until he reached his nipple, and he let out a sharp breath as his cock, already hard, spasmed. “Mm… Daddies should have sensitive nipples,” Santa said as he watched. “Good beards too.”

An itching feeling began to spread all over his face, centered on his upper lip, then spreading across his jaw. A mirror in the corner showed the deep black furry hair spreading up his chin and jaw, forming a majestic and thick beard. Underneath, his face began morphing, turning into an absolutely killer visage. He looked stern, severe, but friendly as his jaw thickened and his face broadened. His eyebrows turned bushier, matching his thick beard and giving him the perfect dad-next-door type face.

“Now let’s get the rest of your body in line with those big pecs of yours,” Santa said. Adam could feel the warmth and growth spreading from his pecs outwards. His shoulders began to bulk, growing thick, heavy caps of deltoids and spreading down to his arms. His triceps exploded, feeling thick and heavy against a growing back, while his biceps shoved forward into perfect peaks. Heavy, thick veins popped up under his skin, on his shoulders, on his arms, on his forearms. They looked like a map under the surface, tracing the path blood took to recharge his newly-formed muscles during a workout. As he flexed a little, he watched them pop.

The growth moved across his torso, and he practically felt his abs pop into existence one by one. As he moved to look down at them, he watched them flex and dance. Making them show with a flex was like second nature, despite never doing that before. Thick obliques formed on either side of his hips, running straight down to his still average-looking cock.

Adam didn’t have any time to think about that though; immediately the growth began worming its way through his ass too. A thick, meaty shelf of glutes formed. Turning to look in the mirror, looking over his shoulder, he couldn’t help but admire how his broad, v-shaped back led into his nice bubble butt. It had a bit more fat on it than the rest of him, looking somewhat less defined and more just hefty and solid. He could still make it flex, so not all fat, but the roundness of it certainly didn’t come from angular, hard muscle. Santa gave a jolly laugh. “I wasn’t sure what you’d prefer to do with this new body of yours, but I thought I’d make either side to die for. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten your dick. I’m just saving the best for last.”

Words refused to leave his mouth as anything other than a low, needy moan as his legs bulked up too. They grew not as large and heavy as his upper body, but still thick and defined. A much more upper-body heavy look seemed to be what Santa thought he wanted, and he couldn’t argue if this was the result.

Frost crystals formed around his cock. This was the big finish, Adam knew. He tried to savor every second of it as the crystals gently tugged on his dick, slowly pulling at it. He could feel a similar sensation around his balls too, slowly coaxing them bigger. His nuts grew fatter and heavier, nearly the sizes of eggs. As he watched over his new thick pecs, his hard cock kept throbbing and growing. Bigger and bigger, inch by inch. It grow from five.. to six… to seven… to eight… to a whopping nine inches of thick DILF cock. It even seemed to grow fatter as he watched, another thick vein popping up on it to support all the new meat.

Those newly-grown balls pulled up tight against his body as the stimulation from his growth overwhelmed him. With a low, deep grunt, Adam came all over the floor. Shot after shot landed on the hardwood, thick and heavy. He must have shot fifteen times, each one a heavy, full load of its own as his huge balls unloaded. It was the best orgasm he’d ever felt.

“Merry Christmas, Adam. Just one more little gift for you…”

Santa pulled a few things from his sack. A red tank top, a grey hat. Fitness gear Adam would never have dreamed of wearing like this, but putting them on and flexing in the mirror… he looked like he owned them.

“Enjoy your new life. Personal trainer… influencer… hot daddy… And don’t worry. You’ll grow some nice thick body hair too, especially across that big chest of yours. It’ll only take a couple weeks. But you’ve got a photoshoot tomorrow where they want you nice and smooth.”

Memories of his new obligations and job flooded Adam’s mind, washing away all his engineering training and experience. No, no need for that. Just lift, eat, fuck, and repeat. Oh, and post a few times a day to thousands of adoring fans, all of whom would love to have a night with him. Oh, this new life was going to be real tough…

“Thanks, Santa,” Adam said with a grin.

“Stay good for the next year too!” the jolly red man said before disappearing in a shower of sparks.

Adam stretched his new muscles, admiring his new body in the mirror. He should hit the beach in a speedo. This nice California weather would be warm enough for a little tanning before the sun set in an hour…

[megachiraztfs]

Memorable Encounter

[request for @transformee​ - I hope you like it! Sorry for taking so long…]

The park in the west of England was quite empty, which was almost a miracle, because the weather was beautiful on this September day. After that awful heat of the last few weeks had disappeared, Adam had resolved to get some more exercise after working at his job in the engineering office a few streets away. He sat all day and - especially in the heat - naturally had no ambitions to counter his sweet tooth and his age, which was edging ever closer to 40, with a little more exercise. The fact that he usually liked to relax on the sofa in the evening with a nice film or a series only added to this.

Adam had thrown his jacket over his shoulder and was enjoying the breeze that was blowing around him. He was looking forward to slipping into his comfortable clothes when he got home and not having to wear that belt. He snorted and looked over the green lawn and the trees, whose leaves were turning brown much earlier than the last few years. The gravel crunched under his shoes and small branches broke as he stepped on them. The path would fork soon, Adam just thought, and looked at his watch. He still had plenty of time to walk home, maybe he would take the bigger loop through the park today. In the pocket of Adam’s trousers, his mobile phone was making soft noises, as it always did when he had turned off the flight mode after work. Surely Twitter was going crazy because people couldn’t stand but still followed each other.

Even as he was thinking this, a large black and white dog with fluffy-looking fur suddenly stormed past him. Adam stopped and looked briefly in puzzlement at the dog, which was apparently running back to its owner. Was that… no, it couldn’t be, that would be a huge coincidence. Adam shook his head and was about to move on when he heard a loud “Kal! Now come on, we have to go, they’ve already called from the set”. Slowly Adam turned his head and sure enough, only a little bit away from him stood a man he had seen all too often on television and other places on the internet.

Only a few metres - okay, a very few metres - away and in all his glory, there was Henry Cavill striding through the park with his dog. Adam’s heart beat a little faster, after all, this man was one of his favourite actors. He would probably never forget those scenes from Superman. Cautiously, he tried to see a little more of the man who was doing everything he could to call his dog back.

Okay. Adam, you can do this. At least that’s what he thought to himself as he mentally prepared to just walk past Cavill as if he didn’t recognise him because he certainly wasn’t in the mood for fans right now. Keeping his eyes on the ground, Adam started walking. And fought the urge to ask the other man for a photo or an autograph.

“No, Kal, we can’t play anymore, we have to go, now come on,” Adam heard the actor shout and he couldn’t help but look back at him. The big black and white dog kept asking its owner to play, but he squatted down and seemed to quietly apologise to the dog by scratching its ears, but then leashed him. Adam had stopped in the meantime. Then suddenly the dog made a leap forward and licked his master several times across the face. Adam grinned. Dogs were always the same after all.

But Cavill didn’t seem to be softened by that either, because he wiped his wet face and stood up. “We can’t, we have to-” he began, but then something happened to his voice. Adam listened up. Cavill cleared his throat and then tried to speak again, but all that came out was… a bark?! Adam stumbled. And contrary to his plan to simply disappear inconspicuously with at most a little glance and then fret at home, he took a step towards the actor. He seemed to be panicking by now. A loud bark came out of his mouth and then he spotted Adam. And ran towards him. But in the middle of the run, something happened to the Superman actor’s face. His face shifted. Cavill fell to his knees, yelping in pain as his teeth fell out of his mouth and sharp canines protruded. The actor’s hands scraped across his stubbled cheeks as they pressed forward. Cavill’s jaws thrust forward, his nose turning black and wet as his ears slowly pointed and moved upwards onto his head.

Adam stood frozen at the spectacle, stepping a little closer still as Cavill whimpered. “Mi-mister Cavill?” asked Adam quietly and the transforming man looked up at him. He looked like he wanted to say something and he reached out his hands to Adam. But before his eyes, his fingers turned into paws and his thumb travelled up his new front leg. Adam meanwhile just stared at the twitching figure and didn’t know where to look first. To the bushy tail growing above Cavill’s thick but shrinking buttocks, to the narrowing shoulders and shrinking muscles, the desperate sounds that no longer resembled a human in any way. Or to the tongue that hung out longer and longer. Or at the skin, which had been covered with a good portion of body hair before, but was now overgrown by a dense black and white coat of thick fur. Over the clothes the dog-human hybrid shook off as he tried to free himself from them as they constricted his new fluffy neck. With a final yelp, the former man’s spine pushed down so that he could walk perfectly on four legs. Then his legs gave way and he sank down on his old clothes.

“What…the…fuck…was that?!” gasped Adam, staring at the trembling dog, who just seconds ago had been one of the most attractive men in all of Hollywood and now…looked exactly like the dog whose master he had been before. Adam took another step forward and bent down.  

“Mister- mister Cavill? Can you hear me - um, are you still in there?” he addressed the dog. At the mention of his name, the animal raised its head and opened its mouth. A hoarse sound came out. But not a human voice. But quite unlike a dog normally did, Adam was now fixed by the dog.

But before he could introduce himself to the dog – or more likely to Henry Cavill - and reassure him that it would somehow be all right, even if he didn’t know, there was thunder above them. And suddenly a gigantic downpour came down from the sky and Adam stood in the pouring rain with two dogs. A dog that belonged to Henry Cavill. And a dog that was… well… Henry Cavill. “Well come on you two, we need to get somewhere dry and then… oh, I don’t know either,” Adam sighed and grabbed Cavill’s clothes from the damp ground before they were completely soaked and stuffed them into his bag with which he had brought his bought breakfast this morning. Then he leashed Kal and… well… Henry. For a moment he stared at his hand. Where had that leash suddenly come from? And the collar around Henry’s… or was it Harry…. No, Henry’s neck? The dog whimpered softly as Adam did so. Adam felt sorry for him and before he could stop himself, he tickled his soft, if slowly wet, ears, whereupon the dog closed his eyes. Adam smiled, it was after all a decidedly cute sight. But that didn’t help now, they had to get somewhere dry. Adam’s flat was too far away. And he wasn’t allowed to bring any pets. Adam’s shoes were completely soaked when he finally came out of the park and saw a kiosk on the opposite side that was also open.

“Excuse me, can we shelter here for a moment?”, Adam asked the kiosk owner, who just shrugged his shoulders and pointed at the drops falling from Adam onto the ground. “Don’t drip all over me, get changed - when the stuff in that bag is dry. You can tie your dogs to the table there,” said the kiosk owner, whose name tag identified him as Gary Rumpy.

“What? No, you can’t, they’re not-” Adam began to reply, stammering. He wouldn’t… he couldn’t… after all.

“Move or get out, I don’t care, I’ve only just mopped and I’m certainly not going to let you ruin my break, just get a move on!”, Gary whistled at him and then turned to the two dogs in an almost tender tone. Gary was probably a person who was not good with other people, Adam just thought.

“There’s a changing room, why don’t you open your eyes - and you sweet doggies, would you like a treat? Uncle Gary has prepared something for great dogs like you, you’re so cute and so fluffy,” the kiosk owner whispered and Adam trudged, dripping, into the changing room where tourists usually tried on ugly, overpriced shirts.

With difficulty, Adam peeled himself out of his soaked clothes. Everything stuck to his wet skin and he could wring it all out and water half of London with it, so heavy were his shirt, trousers and everything else. The damp pile of clothes made a splashing sound as he dropped it to the floor. Then he picked up the bag of clothes again. Meanwhile, his eyes fell on himself in the mirror. Dissatisfied, he quickly looked away again. The light was terrible and made him look even more out of shape than he already felt.

A shiver ran down Adam’s spine. He felt cold. It didn’t help. He needed something to wear. So he pulled the hoodie, a shirt, boxers (possibly his fingers were shaking a little), trousers, socks and trainers out of the bag and put them on the small stool.

Then he realised something. He had things in front of him that belong to Henry Cavill.  Well, technically belonged, but that were just details. He adored Henry Cavill, he was one of his great idols. According to him, one of the hottest men to ever play a superhero in spandex. The image of the topless actor with his hairy chest had lived rent-free in his head for a long time. Cautiously, he listened outside. Rumpy was still busy with the dogs. And Adam was alone in here.

He swallowed. Should he really be doing this? Wasn’t this beyond weird? Yes, a little voice in his head told him. But who wouldn’t want to do that, another voice told him, whispering in his ear like the devil himself.

He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. He wanted to…he couldn’t…he couldn’t resist. He was curious. So, he lifted up the shirt. It was still a little warm. Adam’s hands were shaking. But then he buried his nose in the dark blue fabric. And couldn’t help but groan softly as he absorbed the smell of the shirt. It was the most beautiful thing he had smelled in a long time. A wonderful mixture of tangy perfume, refreshing deodorant and a very special body odour - that of Henry Cavill.

“Oh God…”, Adam gasped, already feeling that what he was doing was turning him on. His soaking wet underpants suddenly didn’t feel as cold as before. And while he couldn’t get enough of sniffing, he didn’t notice how something changed in his face. His jaws began to grind as his cheekbones sharpened. It cracked as a cleft appeared in his chin. The dark spots on his chin became more and more, the grey hairs disappearing from his main darkening and slightly curling hair.

His arms trembled all at once and the shirt he had just been holding up to his face fell back to the floor. And then suddenly a tingling sensation began to take over his upper body. Black hair pierced his wet skin and crept over his unspectacular chest and stomach, growing longer and longer. All the way down to his collarbones the dark splendour spread. It also tickled under his arms as the same hairs made their way and suddenly… the cabin smelled like the shirt that now lay on the floor.

Adam now looked forward again and in the mirror in front of him. And before his disbelieving eyes, his body began to change even more. The somewhat sagging chest above his belly widened as his ribcage widened a little and suddenly something from inside was pressing against his skin. Adam bit his lip. It felt as if someone was pulling at the individual strands of muscle until they looked like chewing gum. But with a slight tremor, strand after strand of muscle laid down. Adam stared into the mirror and saw his pecs growing under the carpet of dark hair and getting closer and closer to the mirror.

“What… ungh… happening here… oh…. OH,” Adam gasped and only then saw that his face had changed. As if in slow motion, he could watch the bones of his face shift, crunching slightly as they did so, but without pain. And the longer he looked, as his nose slowly sharpened and his jaw widened, he began to see similarities. With…

“Henry Cavill?!” escaped his mouth, Adam immediately slapping his hands over his mouth, for that was no longer his voice coming out of his throat there. A renewed tremor went through him as his arms grew, calluses appearing on his hands. His untrained arms swelled with muscles almost as big as half his head, while dark hair showed there too. Adam gave a short whine as his fingers cracked and grew longer and stronger.

“How can this be? What’s wrong today, what… I look like… mhm…”, Adam stammered, but then kept his eyes glued to his new body. He raised his hands to his chest and held his pecs in one each. And when he got to his nipples, a small bolt of electricity shot through him, seeming to shoot straight to his crotch. Heat rose in his cheeks as the dark stubble there grew longer and became a short beard he always wore between shoots.

Wait. “Shoots?” muttered Adam in confusion, but he was distracted. By that all-consuming feeling in his pants. His breathing was heavier. He could see his cock slowly marking itself against the wet fabric. And how his heartbeat spread downwards. Plumply, his balls pressed against the fabric, pouring hormones into Adam’s body that made him even hornier. And there, beneath his shrinking belly, his crotch filled and was pushed together even more by his swelling legs. Adam rubbed at the fabric from the outside and his knees softened before hard muscles and black hair settled above and below. Feet crunching and growing bigger to support his growing mass of hotness.

But then Adam’s head began to buzz. Memories collided. Mixed together. Him, watching Man of Steel in the cinema and barely getting enough of it, with the view from in front of the camera and the desire to finally finish the scene. He, lifting heavy weights and sweating like a pig, when he would rather be playing Warhammer, with… no… Adam was swaying. It wasn’t him… but… it was him…

Little by little, the figure of the almost-forty-year-old with the office worker’s body disappeared from his memories. Memories of contracts, role discussions, the debate about Superman’s body hair - all of it flooded into him. He was not Adam. He didn’t know any Adam. He was Henry. Henry Cavill!

And as that name loomed prominently in his mind, he came and filled his pants with hot cum while losing every piece of Adam’s personality that was left in his body. Gasping, the famous actor leaned against the wall of the booth. With a pop, the last thing to change was his bottom, which now wouldn’t let him wear pants without tension. But the cum disappeared as if by magic as well as the soaked wet underpants, leaving him only soaked from the rain and his own sweat. Confused, Henry blinked.  

He looked around. Why was he in a changing room? And why were his clothes on the floor? He had only been on a walk with his dogs… slowly he picked up his shirt and pulled it over his head, followed by the blue hoodie, the dark trousers and his shoes. As he put on his boxers his cock seemed to come back to life, but he couldn’t give in right now. Maybe later… But then, looking at himself like this, he remembered and stepped out of the changing room. The man whose kiosk he was in was still busy with the dogs and the two males were thoroughly enjoying the affection in the form of bones.

“Thank you for letting me escape for a moment, did my dogs behave well?” asked Henry, wondering why there was an old set of clothes lying here, looking like a pile of trash. Someone had probably left it here after changing. The kiosk owner had thankfully given him asylum when some pushy fans wouldn’t leave him and especially his two dogs alone.

“Were very sweet and now go away before more people come along who don’t even have dogs,” the kiosk owner said grumpily and disappeared into the back room before Henry could give him anything to thank him for.

Back at the hotel, he dried off the two dogs, gave them something to eat and then jumped into the shower. After a shave and taming his curly hair, Henry put on his black shirt with matching trousers and shoes. He had dressed up again because he was about to go live.  He adjusted his iPhone, got Harry by his side and started recording. It was time for his little Sunday stream with his fans. Normally he kept his private life under wraps, but today he felt like a little broadcast. Especially because he had something to announce.

“Hello everyone, Henry Cavill here - and I’ve got some great news,” Henry said, beaming at the camera as he scratched Harry’s ears to keep him in the picture. “Kal is getting a new brother, his parents had a new litter last year and today a new family member joined me - this is Harry. Say hello, Harry!” he told him and after the prompting the dog gave a short bark and wagged, before going back to play with Kal.

Henry then answered a fan question that he had seen many times before. Then he turned everything off again and let himself fall onto his hotel bed. And as he lay there, two dogs playing with each other in the background, he looked over his chest, which no longer let him see everything underneath. Somehow, he was more pleased to see them than usual. It looked kinda hot to be honest. He scratched once more over the hair-covered skin, made his chest muscles dance once more, laughed because it looked so stupid, before he fell asleep contentedly, chasing dreams of Warhammer and his two dogs in the night.

[davidrodge-deactivated20230417]

Chronivac Coworkers

*story written as a gift too @Transformee

You sit down at your desk and rub your eyes. Another day of paper pushing and number crunching to get through. It wasn’t like you had done anything particularly interesting the previous night. You had stayed up a little later playing some mediocre matches of online gaming - but when I guess when you get to be around 40, your body constantly feels like it’s been dragged behind a car down the high way. Not that you didn’t take care of yourself, in fact you’d say you looked pretty good for your age…

You stretch in your seat, and reach for your coffee as your computer powers on. The few windows illuminating the office show the first few morning beams of scorching July sunlight. Behind you, the door opens and your Coworker David strides in.

“Morning Adam!” He says in a strangely cheerful voice. You put your coffee down from your lips and give him a stare. Normally David was about 20 minutes later than he already was, and usually he walked into the office with the same enthusiasm you’d see in a man walking towards a guillotine.

“Morning Davo,” you say, typing in your far too long corporate password. “You seem less Zombie-like today, what are you so excited about?”

David Smiled as he sat down in his chair opposite from yours. You were techniqually Davids senior Manager, but the two of you had developed a decent friendship between Friday drinking and the occasional tennis match.

“Oh Nothing Adam, I just got to the top of the waitlist for this super cool Software, and I was finally able to download it!”

You nodded, half listening as you began logging into all your engineering system.

“Very Interesting, what’s the program called? Is it like a Gaming platform?” David opened up his laptop and started to type furiously.

“No it’s not a game at all, It’s an app called the Chronivac. It’s supposed to be a reality altering software. I had a friend in the UK that sent me the information for it, He said that it completely changed his life.”

You paused from your coffee long enough to lean over and roll your eyes at him.

“I hope you didn’t have to pay any money for it.” You moaned, “This Job doesn’t pay you enough for you to be wasting your time on Overseas Scams.”

David was absolutely transfixed on his laptop. A wide, slightly crazed looking grin spreading over his face.

“It actually ended up costing me thousands of dollars,” he said, now in a far quieter voice, “but it was completely worth it.”

“THousands Of DoLLARS!” You exploded, immediately turning the heads of the fellow desk jockeys nearby,

“SHut UP man,” David hissed, half closing his laptop defensively. You simmered as the both of you waited for the rest of your colleagues to return back to their work. David narrowed his Eyes at you, smile creeping back onto his face.

“It wasn’t a waste of money and I can prove it too you. Just let me find your profile really quick.”

“Wait, this thing has a profile for me on it?” You said, now even more concerned then before. “David, This seems like some really dangerous software And I definitely thing that you shou-“

Davids Computer cut you off with a cheerful beep, and immediately you felt a strange sensation course through your body.

“What the hell!” You shout as you start the world around you starts to grow. You feel a strange tightening sensation in your body, as you glance downward. Your clothing seemed to liquify, shifting from a smart suit and dress shirt into a casual tee. In shock you glance at the bay window and catch a reflection of yourself. There you were…. Or rather, there you were 20 years ago! You lift your hands up too your face and feel your skin. Wrinkle free, young, and real!

“ there’s no way this is real,” you say in a whisper. This has to be a dream you think, as you continue to explore your now unfamiliar body.

David leaned over the edge of his desk beaming,

“ See I told you man! This program is incredible!” He looked you over, seeming to be proud of his work. “Dang it’s crazy what taking 20 years off a man can do!”

You take a brief pause from reveling at your new found youth.

“ this is incredible David! How is this even possible?!”

“It’s the chronivac man! Like I said it’s freaking amazing and can change anything!” The wild grin still fresh on his face.

You stand up, coursing with a newfound energy.

“WE HAVE TO TELL EVERYONE ABOUT THIS!” You say ecstatically. The grin drops from David’s face.

“What?”

You begin to jog away from the desks, heading straight for the break room where you knew, most of your coworkers would still be gathered.

“We can change anything with this! This is going to be the coolest thing any of these morons have ever heard about!”

“Wait! No stop! Aww shit-“ you hear David shout as you continued running. You barely processed his voice or cared. You felt so alive! The excitement in your chest was all you could feel or even think of right now. You slid around the corner, breaking into a sprint down the hallway. You could hardly wait to introduce your new younger self to your coworkers and tell them about this amazing new device.

“GUYS, YOU WOULDNT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO-“

Suddenly your voice catches In your throat, as your mouth dries out In an instant. You keep running, starting to trip over yourself on the concrete floor.

“ what the” you gasp through a dry mouth. Your tongue feels like a pillow in your mouth as you tumble to the floor. You are vaguely aware of the sight of your hands, which appear to be changing color and texture. Your vision fades with the sight of your fingers turning bright blue and seeming to collapse in on themselves.

You can’t seem to find your voice, or be able to move as you feel yourself shrinking. You feel an indescribable softening sensation on all sides as you slide to a stop. Suddenly, it’s over as quickly as it started, and there you lay on the floor. Your brain slows down, filled only with the most basic thoughts now.

“ what….. happened…” you think to yourself with great effort. Your aware of footsteps coming towards you from your position on the floor.

“ Sorry about that man, I just couldn’t have you sharing my new toy with the rest of the world. It’s kind of like a private club, ya know?

….David? You think through fuzzy thoughts.

“ I’m still learning how to use the program haha, but you did turn out to be a nice pair of underwear Adam.”

You feel your now small form being lifted from the floor, then shoved into a pocket. David’s pocket.

“Don’t worry man, we’ll get you sorted out. I think you’ll make a really good practice for me before I start changing myself.”

You couldn’t respond at all, but felt almost at home In the musky warm pocket you were haphazardly shoved into.

….so … nice… you find yourself thinking. You try to shake the fuzz out of your primitive mind. Trying to remember anything besides the new world you found yourself in. You faintly hear David through his clothing.

“ alright, I think the first thing we should do is get you home so we can have some fun.” You feel yourself being lifted from his pocket and placed back on the ground. You felt a longing to be back in the warm musky dark.

“this time however, I think we’ll turn your awareness off.”

****

David smiled punching his new specifications into the chronivac program. Adam wouldn’t remember any of what just happened, and also be open to his suggestions. The underwear on the pavement started to expand, shifting and changing until Adam once again stood in front of him with a slightly dazed look on his face.

“is it weird that that kind of turned me on…” David muttered to himself.

“Dave… what the hell is going on? Adam said In a bewildered voice. His voice echoed in the parking garage that they now stood in. David smiled, and typed into the chronivac.

“you were about to give me a ride home, remember big guy?”

Adam, still looking confused, but seemingly unaware of the last 20 minutes of his life shrugged and fished for his car keys.

“Alright man but don’t judge about the mess in my car.” He smiled and clicked his horn. The two of you walked over to the old SUV Adam drove and stepped inside, scooting aside the old take out bags and random junk. Adam sheepishly got In and fastened his seatbelt.

“Thanks for taking me home man, I wasn’t feeling the best.” David said hiding a smile while still typing in his computer. Adam started the car and began to pull out of the parking lot.

“no problem man, it’s been a boring day for me anyway.”

I’m sure it was… David thought pulling up Adams profile again. David pulled up Adams profile. He continued to explore it as they got on the highway - passing the braves stadium. Now it was time to really see what this program could do. He clicked on the occupation section and replaced senior engineer with Uber driver and hit enter. The cars interior suddenly shifted, quickly becoming neater and tidier. An Uber sticker appeared on the windshield. David smiled and Adam glanced over at him.

“Hey you owe me tho David,” he smiled “I could be making money right now instead of driving your ass around.”

“for sure man, I’ll make it up to you.” David grinned. He clicked onto Adams body specifications.

Alright let’s slide that age way down… maybe 22? He looked good like that, but let’s pump up his muscle mass by 80 pounds and increase his attractiveness level. David pulled open Adams identity profile and messed around with a few things. Instead of being a work friend, Adams new relationship to David was a complete stranger. David deleted Adams previous educational experience tab and input *college fraternity brother* into his profile. He dropped the IQ level down to one of the lower settings. It might be nice for Adam to worry about less right? He input “easygoing” into his profile. He hit shuffle on race, just for some added fun and eagerly hit enter.

the change was immediate. Adam shifted in his seat, losing a few inches of height but gaining a ridiculous amount of mass everywhere. His legs filled in his pants so quickly David thought they might burst. His arms ballooned outwards and his face shifted to a cocky smirk. His pecs jutted out against his shirt, bouncing with the cars motion. The clothes he previously wore liquified and stretched tight against his body - becoming a simple tee shirt and short shorts. His hair styled itself into a skin fade, and a tan crept over his body. A backwards cap materialized on his head, and a stud In his ear as he glanced over at David.

“What? You like what you see man haha?”

The new Adam raised his arm and flexed his now massive bicep.

You both laughed as you felt a mixture of pride and arousal. Adam put a beefy arm on the dash of his car and started typing into the gps, stopping at an intersection .

“Where was it you said you wanted to be dropped off again sir?”

David rattled off his address, trying to hide the growing… excitement that was beginning to show In his crotch. The new Adam glanced down and smirked at David, but continued driving. David smiled, reviewing Adams profile again.

“ So what do you have going on in your life… Adam right?” David asked, trying for conversation with his previous boss.

“We’ll I’m just chilling at the university right now…” Adam said with a dull laugh, “spending a lot of time at the gym and with the boys right now.”

David nodded absentmindedly, sliding Adams sexuality to nearly 100 Percent gay. Just to see what would happen. He slid the Libido curser to high and glanced back up at Adam. A distracted look now plastered on his face, one hand on the wheel, one hand now migrating down to his shorts.

“… and you know… spending time… with the boys.”

David could barely contain his excitement as the two pulled up to his house. Adam threw the vehicle in park and shifted his Adonis frame in his seat to face David.

“Hey man, don’t even worry about the ride today, it was nice meeting you. I’ll void the bill In the app.” He said with a smile. David met his gaze and blushed. Oh my god, was he flexing?

“Oh that’s really too nice of you man, there’s really no need.” David stuttered

Adam smiled and bit his lip, he hopped out of the car to get David’s door.

“No I insist. I Really enjoyed being your driver today.”

David stepped out of the car, amazed by what he had been able to do to his friend. The new Adam held out his hand for a solid high five. He winked and said,

“Message me if you ever need a ride again bro.” With that, he strutted back to his car, then got in and sped down the road - blasting music.

David stood on the edge of the driveway. Clutching his lap top and trying to calm himself. He began to stride into his house, weighing his options. People had warned him, that the chronivacs power could really go to your head if you didn’t have a handle on it. He unlocked the door and paced into his living room. David hadn’t thought much about it, but man had he really surprised himself. In the space of 1 hour he had changed his boss into a horny college himbo without so much as a blink.

He through himself onto the couch and started up at the ceiling. David smiled, thinking of the limitless possibilities that now awaited him. He could literally become whatever he wanted to. Could change the world in whatever way he wanted. The possibilities were so endless p, he had no idea what to do.

After a moment of watching the rotating fan David grinned. He didn’t know all the things he wanted to change, but he did know what he wanted right now. He pulled his laptop back up and fired up the chronivac. Adams profile still displayed on screen. David clicked into Adams relationship status and began clicking around. It took a second to find the option, “willing to sleep with any man.” But David aggressively slammed the enter button and pulled out his phone, finding an Uber text string with the new Adam.

“Thanks again for the free ride today man. Was wondering if you wanted to ride anything else tonight? 😘🍆”

He waited breathlessly for a moment before three dots appeared on his screen, and then a message. Apparently a picture the new Adam had taken at the gym.

“on my way back big guy”

David slammed his laptop closed and ran to change into some more relaxed clothes. That was enough messing with the chronivac for the day. It was amazing what a horny stud he had been able to change his boss into. And ridiculous how quickly David had fallen for him.

David wrestled with his tie and glanced out the bedroom window as a car raced up. The new and improved Adam jumped out and started sauntering towards the door, already removing his shirt. David could only stares as he felt himself begin to go hard. He and Adam were going to have a lot of fun tonight.

Thsnks for reading ;) If any of you guys have some good story ideas or requests, feel free to shoot me a message - always down to chat

[transformation4life]

Birthday Reinvention

“September 17th, Adam’s birthday. Adam was just your average engineer in his 30′s he’s had for many years. Passing college with moderate success allowed him to land a decent job in the engineering world. Birthdays for Adam hadn’t been special for him for the past 10 years so he didn’t even bother to celebrate it this year just like the last year. He barely had time for much else besides his job so he wasn’t in the best of shape either. “Another day over…” Adam said as he unlocked the door to his apartment. His attitude really made it seem like it wasn’t his birthday but that’s just how life was for him. Making his way to his small kitchen he noticed something on the counter.

“Huh… what’s this?” It was a box with his name on it and a small card. Picking up the card Adam realized it was from his brother George.

“Dear Adam… I know how life gets you down so I thought this would you cheer up a ton. Enjoy it!” George always sent Adam a birthday present every year but this time the box was a lot bigger than before.

“Well… might as well open this already.” Adam grabbed a pair of scissors and cut it open that’s when a spray released from the box hitting Adam all over.

“AH! What was that?!” Adam was in a confused state as the spray residue started to insert itself into Adam’s bloodstream. 

The spray began to expand inside Adam’s body turning into and it was starting to effect his outward in the way of muscle! It started as Adam’s arms began to become much bigger and molded with muscle like if he had been going to the gym like he said he would with the noticeable bump in his arm in the form of a strong bicep. Adam’s hands growing in tandem with his arms as they became several sizes bigger with each finger like it’s own sausage Next was Adam’s mild moobs becoming much more round and filled with beef becoming a set of juicy bouncing pecs and his nips hardening. Adam was wearing a button up shirt but not for long as each individual button snapped off and the shirt completely ripepd off soon after Next was Adam’s belly as it receded into a flat abdomen with a sexy six pack. Adam’s shoulders propped up with muscle as his back expanded very widely. Next up was his legs as the spray liquid expanded and gave him muscle in his thighs making them super wide and juicy and not to mention making his feet a couple sizes larger absolutely destroying his footwear. Adam’s sweatpants didn’t last much longer either as they completely ripped off leaving Adam in nothing but his underwear. The spray liquid wasted no time in making a tent in Adam’s underwear as his package grew by at least 5 inches. The spray liquid slithered it’s way to Adam’s head as his Adam’s apple became more prominent and then continued on. Adam’s somewhat chubby face became more masculine as a flurry of facial made itself known on the lower half of his face. Adam’s hair color was remade into a dark blonde as it slicked to the right. 20 years of gruffness was spread all over Adam’s face with a new prominent type of swedish facial features. The liquid spray took one last stop as it went to his ass pumping it up until two bouncy bubbles were obvious. With the liquid spray’s job done it solidified to make sure the changes to Adam were permanent.

Adam could feel the pulsating around his body stop and he opened his eyes to reveal they were now a vivid blue. Adam blinked a couple times before finally taking a deep breath, but that’s when he realized…  “Vad hände med mig?!” (What happened to me?) Adam screamed in perfect swedish with an accompany deeper voice. Adam more in shock as he realized he just spoke in a completely different language he knew nothing about.

Nothing he was doing would make him speak English. It was if he never knew it in the first place. Adam then noticed all the ripped clothes on the floor and sighed

“Skönt… nu måste jag städa upp allt det här,“ (Great… now I have to clean this all up.) Adam picked up all the ripped clothes and then looked back to the box that transformed him.

“Vad fan gav George mig? Jag borde ringa honom senare…” (What the hell did George give me? I should call him later…) Adam wanting to be resourceful put the clothes in the box and picked up the box to throw in the trash. That’s when the box had one last trick up it’s sleeve as a blinding light soon emanated and enveloped Adam and his apartment. Moments later the light subsided and Adam now found himself in a completely new house.

“Vad i?! George!“ (What the?! George!) Adam wondered around the new house in just his undies for any sort of communication device. The house was a lot bigger than his apartment and lot more nice too. “Det här stället är trevligt… men jag måste ringa George,” (This place is nice… but I have to call George.) Adam muttered. Adam finally found a phone and it was a lot nicer than the one he had. Opening it up revealed a picture of a bodybuilder.  The man looked familiar to Adam and it almost felt like he took this picture himself. 

“Är det här jag?” (Is this me?) 

a mild pain hit Adam’s brain as small memories of going to a mirror and taking this exact photo in those exact clothes in that exact place hit him.

“Det stämmer… det är jag. Jag har alltid älskat att ta bilder på mig själv haha!“ (That’s right… it is me. I always did love taking pics of my myself haha!) Adam then unlocked the phone with the combination he somehow remembered and immediately went to the phone app and called George. The beeps ringed out in the large house until…

“Inget svar såklart!” (No response, of course!) An irritated Adam then noticed the phone recieved a text.

“Är du fortfarande ute efter dejten, Jörgen?“ (You still down for the date, Jorgen?) The text read.

“Datum? Jørgen? Vad betyder detta- AGH“ (Date? Jørgen? What does this mean- AGH) Another pain hit Adam as more memories hit him like a brick. Instead of a 30 year old engineer. Adam’s age had been bumped by a good 21 years and was now a 51 year old bodybuilder and coach known as Jørgen Corneliussen. The last remains of Adam showed no signs of restraint and receded into the darkest parts of Jørgen. Just as this was happening the box with the ripped clothes reformed into a gray mildcamp tank top and dashed onto Jørgen’s figure. His big package was still showing off but at least he had a top. With new confidence in his identity, Jørgen sent a text back to his date.

“Naturligtvis ses min kärlek snart~” (Of course my love see you soon~) Sending a picture of himself to his date.

From then on Jørgen’s life was set. He was a lot happier than he was as Adam not that he could even remember being Adam and had a much happier life. 20 years might’ve been skipped of his life, but the love life and big body more than made up for it. Now here’s the man himself taking a pic for his date. That man is something else!

Requested by: @transformee​  Thank you for your suggestion!

[maletf32-deactivated20250513]

How about a burned-out engineer receiving an unexpected/forced change of perspective?

Hmm, desiring something new? Don’t worry, I don't have any problem making that possible. Just relax, and let my words wash over you. I’ll be able to pull out the real you from that shell of a body. Just think hard, who you really wish you were. I think I can see a glimpse of it, your true self. Let me show you a flash...

See that? That’s you. An older, hairy, sexy, silver daddy. What’s that, shaking your head? There’s no point denying it, this is you. You’ve already started changing, your hair wasn’t always that nice silver was it? And that nice hairy chest so many guys would love to have.

What did you say your career was again? Ah that’s right, a model. No math for you that’s for sure, all you need to know is how to look pretty in front of a camera. With those muscles, that trimmed beard, and that nice ass of yours that’ll be no problem at all.

Hm? Ah I see, a bit of you is still resisting. Let me make this clear for you then. You are a sexy older daddy. You’ve always been this way. That’s right, accept it. Tell you what, if you do I’ll let you touch that fat package that’s pushing against the seams of your underwear. I know, its unbearable. 

There you go, stroke that cock. You’re giving me quite the show, and when its over you won’t remember a single thing about your run-of-the-mill life as an engineer. You’re close I can tell, just cum and it’ll be all settled. Fuck yeah, unleash that load all over that hairy chest. 

So, how are you feeling? Glad to hear it Daddy! So nice of you to give your limited time to a fan, really love your modeling work. You think I would look good on my knees, sucking you off you say? Well, have to agree on that. Let’s just slip into your makeup booth and we can have some fun Daddy. 

[transformee]

Thank you, my friend!

[ultram0th2]

I wish I was more carefree and in better shape like those gymbos across the street I see every day from my office. Being an engineer doesn’t leave me with the time or energy to look like that!

You were at work, whispering your wish to yourself as you typed away on your computer. Out your office window, you could see the hot muscle men walking in and out of the gym across the street, all of them wearing tight clothes that showed off their incredibly sexy muscles.

You forced yourself to stop gawking at the hot guys and focus on your work. You had a presentation to show your boss on an upcoming project that needed to be completed in a few minutes. You typed away at your computer again, but slowed down.

"Umm," you mumbled to yourself, scratching your head in confusion as you stared at the monitor. The longer you looked at the brightly lit screen, the more the words and code looked more and more like a jumbled mess. The strings of info was beginning to look utterly indecipherable and you struggled to understand what you had typed earlier.

"Adam, please email me the slides for your presentation!" your boss called out from his office.

"Um, sure thing, Bruh!" you answered back, flinching at the odd way you responded, almost thinking that your voice was deeper... and slower?

You shook the thought away and went to send an email to your boss before pausing. Again, you stared at your computer, trying to remember how to send an email. You mindlessly clicked on random icons and links in an attempt to remember, but it was useless.

Pop!

You cocked your eyebrow and picked up the button that had fallen onto your desk. You looked down at your button-down shirt in time to see your pecs steadily inflate, growing larger and rounder until you had to readjust your arms around their new size. The rest of the buttons popped off your shirt, leaving your new protruding pecs out in the open, capped off by large nubby nipples. Before you could react, your arms were affected by the mysterious growth as well, bursting your sleeves at the seams as your new biceps pushed through. Your bulky arms rested atop your new lats, and you squirmed in your seat as your glutes began to inflate and stretch your pants to their limit.

"Whoa..." you slowly muttered as you stared at the dim reflection in your monitor, your jaw hanging low. "What even happened, Bruh?" You lifted a buff arm and flexed a massive bicep, feeling a stirring sensation in your cock as you watched it contract to enormous size.

"Adam!" your boss called out, snapping you out of your dazed inspection. "Your presentation moved up, time now!"

"Sure thing, Dude!" you bellowed in your deepened voice as you stood up from your chair. Simply maneuvering through the office felt awkward: your enlarged thighs rolled over one another, your arms hung akimbo at your sides, and your pecs felt so heavy and cumbersome.

What was even more worrying to you was that it was so hard to concentrate-- on anything. You knew that something was wrong, that you couldn't possibly have gained fifty or sixty pounds of solid muscle in mere seconds, but there was a thick fog rolling through your brain that you couldn't seem to shake. Even when you passed by a window and saw your inflated form in the reflection, you weren't filled with concern over being turned into some dim muscled hunk. Instead, you felt your cock harden in your tattered pants as you couldn't stop yourself from bouncing your massive pecs, a wide grin on your face.

You waddled into the office, immediately noticing the group of men looking at your inflated form from the table in the center. Without a moment's hesitation, you lifted your massive arms above your head to form a double biceps pose, delighted in the lustful awed stares from the onlookers.

"Yeah, check it out, Bros," you guffawed, your cock rock hard now as you flexed for the other men. "I got these massive muscles, little dudes. Wanna feel 'em?"

[transformee]

Gratitude to my favorite Moth! 😉

[catolysttfs]

Lifting up Your Spirits [DILF TF]

A request by @transformee

The long weeks working as an engineer were starting to take the tool on Adam. Both mentally and on his body. Running on nothing but his morning coffee, on the way to work he was approached by a bloke with a strange dumbbell, who had noticed his disheveled state.   

All Adam needed was a couple of reps, and his whole outlook on life had changed! Now as a 43-year-old, hunky, fitness instructor, all that stress will be a thing of the past. Sure, Adam has lost a couple of years, most of what he learned in college, and his new life is a lot simpler. But with a body like that, why should he care?

Tried adding some captions to make up for the image compression! Please tell me if they’re not good enough!

[transformee]

Thank you so much! Love it! 😁