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[hairy-bothered]

POV: You kept telling yourself it had to be temporary, even as you occupied your father’s body as it settled heavier into the couch like it had always belonged there. One of his cigars sat thick between your lips, bitter and smoky - a habit that came along with this body - the salt-and-pepper walrus mustache brushing against it every time you breathed. Your hand moved over the curve of your new belly almost without permission, patting the warm, hairy weight of it while the television flickered across your older face. The beer in your other hand felt natural in a way that scared you.

Somewhere across town, your real body was still out there: young, strong, sharp-jawed. But the longer you sat there in your father’s shorts, feeling his stomach rise under your palm, the more impossible it seemed to imagine getting it back. Dad had looked too calm when it happened. Too prepared. And now all you could do was stare at the TV through his tired eyes, wondering if this was the rest of your life.

[gul-dukat89]

Picture source: @dude-on-demand

Kelly could feel some movement in his ball sac. He could feel Alec squirming inside there. It really felt good.

"You shouldn't complain down there. Remember, you said you need a place to stay and I offered you a room for free." Kelly smirked a little. "I just didn't fully say it would be a regular room. Anyway, you're in there now, and there is no getting out anytime soon." He continued on his walk enjoying his permanent roommate squirming in his ball sac.

Alec thought his friend was truly genuine about a room he had for free until he got back on his feet. He didn't expect to be feed to his cock to spend who knows how long in his ball sac. This was not the free room and board he was expecting. He continued to squirm to show his discomfort in the arrangements.

Kelly smiled as he continued to walk. He was definitely loving this arrangement. Having his friend stuck in his new permanent room should increase his sperm count, making life so much more fun for him. As for his friend, he gave him what he asked for, a free room and board.

Would you want to trade places with Alec?

NO

YES

Voting ended onJun 20

[swappwas]

Couples Chronicles: A Magical Night

It was a warm night in New York City. The Begonia was one of the cities newest luxury restaurants that boasted high class cuisine and an atmosphere of sophistication. Perfect for the long awaited date night of certain married couple.

One of which was Theodore Bishop. A 24, year old with dirty blonde hair, glasses, and a beard he had meant to better prune but was too swamped with work recently to keep it maintained. His work was often very demanding as a library administrator who was in charge of not one but several college universities across the east coast. He had recently left a comfy position in Massachusetts after finally settling down.

He had hoped tonight would’ve been a nice escape, and opportunity to finally spend some time with his husband outside of late night takeout and sitcoms.

“What the hell do you need to do to get some service hear?! I swear the one time we choose to go out for dinner-“

“Relax Theo, someone we’ll get to us eventually.”

Victor Trujillo was 23, and couldn’t be more his husbands opposite when it came to attitude and temperament. He was for the most part easygoing and worked as receptionist at one of the top modeling agency’s in the city. Many would mistake him for a lost model in his own right. His hair was often a medium length crown of waves that other men would love to run their fingers through. Vic wore his wedding ring proudly, but that didn’t stop some playful flirting at times from others, much to Theodore’s frustration

“Vic, I had these reservations booked for a month. You know how hard it is to work around both our schedules for a night like this! Pft, serves me right for expecting a nice dinner with my husband.”

“Hey you know I didn’t mean it like that- and look, our waiter is here.”

The waiter had his black hair slicked back into a sort of pompadour. Roughly around the age of the couple.

“Terribly sorry, we’re a little understaffed tonight.” The waiter says as he refilled the table’s water. “Hate to have kept such handsome men waiting.” He added, eyes lingering on Vic.

“That’s no problem, I was just lost in the menu anyway.” Vic replied in with his usual smooth bravado.

“Vic I told you try to brand from Milan! I had some in my last business trip and it was excellent.”

“Haha I remember Theo, but I’m just not sure about such a fancy brand is all.”

The waiter sensed some tension and smiled, quite the couple these two made.

“Well in that case, might I make a recommendation. It’s the least I can do after make you wait Mr- “

“The name’s Victor, my friends call me Vic, this is my husband Theo.”

“Theodore.” Vic’s husband astutely corrected.

“Right, well, I call him Theo.” Vic chuckled.

“Well, Vic, I feel as if a man such as yourself might be better suited for our red wines from upstate.”

The waiter promptly turned and picked up one of the bottles resting on a neighboring empty table. As he turned to face Vic once again, Theodore noticed he oh so subtly licked his lips.

“Goes down smooth and has quite the full body flavor, perfectly suited for a man of your caliber.”

Theodore spoke up. “If that stuff is fairly local it must be from Jersey. Vic the Milan brand is fine.”

“Come on Theo, I love hearing about this fancy drink. You were saying?” Vic said, urged the waiter to continue.

“With pleasure, as I was saying, not many know properly how to appreciate a full body as luscious as…” the waiter hesitated, his eyes were undeniably fixated in Vic now.

“… this particular vintage. Definitely in need of some attention wouldn’t you say?”

Before Vic could even reply, Theodore spoke.

“Actually I’ve had a change of heart, we’d love to sample that vintage. Though before that, I’d appreciate a palette cleansers and since you’re so woefully understaffed, my condolences, may we please have some bread and sparkling waters prior to that. Thank you.”

The waiter grinned and nodded as he began to excuse himself to go fetch the requested items. Before he left, he added one last comment.

“Oh and Victor, as you browse might I suggest the Yorkshire sausage for your entree? It’s simply heavenly.” The waiter licked his lips and winked.

Vic took one look at Theodore and knew what type of night this would be…

He held up his menu and began to speak in a hushed his voice.

“Theo, you’re not thinking about um- doing something here right? Weren’t you looking forward to a quiet dinner?”

“I wasn’t at first but this waiter is getting on my nerves.” Theodore replied, no doubt already scheming.

“Babe please, um, maybe that’s all just a rehearsed thing he does for all the guests! Just trying to really push the wine?? Let me just order as soon as he gets back… um let me see here... what about the satay chicken breasts? How’s that sound?”

Vic sad attempts at diversions fell of deaf ears as Theo noticed the waiter from a distance. He was already returning, tray in hand. “Oh now he wants to be attentive!” Theo thought to himself.

Just as the waiter was half way back, and in the midst of passing tables, Theo to enter a hushed whisper.

“This waiter has been flirting with you all night, we both can tell…so he’ll just be on the receiving end of my spell.”

Vic knew it was a lost cause after hearing his husband start to rhyme.

“Now I know using my magic makes you nervous, but someone has to make it clear that we did not receive good service.”

The room became slightly darker, looks like Theo was feeling theatrical tonight. The other restaurant guests and staff were oblivious, only the couple and the still distant waiter noticed something amiss with the atmosphere as Theo continued…

“Now it’s starting to feel a bit warm, let’s see what under the top half of that uniform.”

And with those words, the waiters vest vanished as his undershot began to rise, exposing his pecs for all to see. He was speechless, and was almost immobile from the shock!

However, it seemed as if no one on the restaurant even noticed…

Despite the miraculous event unfolding, no patron even bothered to look up from their conversations or meals.

“Alright Theo I think he’s good and frightened… lesson learned.” Vic said, hoping his husband would leave it at that.

But Theodore wanted to finish what he started.

“Nice pecs, for a waiter who’s so rude, better keep that hair off the food.”

Suddenly, the waiter felt an unbearably prickly sensation permeate throughout in his chest. He stumbled back as he tried to scratch at himself, almost dropping the tray he was holding in the process. He peered down in horror as his pecs seemed to quickly become engulfed in hair. Each new follicle felt like an insect bite. It was a fitting sensation gives that his pecs began to expand as well.

Soon enough, the waiter’s undershirt replaced with a tank top. The flimsy straps struggled to keep his new hairy globes contained.

As the restaurant regained it’s usual lighting, the waiter attempted to hide his changed chest behind his now empty tray. Theo didn’t even have time to take admire his magical handiwork before the now transformed man ran into the employee lounge.

“There. Hopefully we’ll get a different waiter soon enough.” Theo smiled.

“Well I guess there’s no changing your mind.” Vic solemnly said while getting out of his seat.

“And where do you think you’re going? I’m sure another waiter will be here soon enough.”

“It’s nothing, just gotta take a leak in the restroom.”

“Oh, before you go Vic.” Theo grinned before clearing his throat.

“Steer clear of the urinals because other men might stare… and you might not like how well you compare.”

The rather impressive cock outline on Vic’s slacks then vanished without a trace. Seems like he had just been shrunk down there.

Vic rolled his eyes. “And here I thought I wasn’t going to be the one getting changed tonight.”

“It’s just a precaution in case that waiter wasn’t the only one around here tonight with wandering eyes.” Theo said before returning to his menu.

Vic simply sighed, hopefully his Warlock husband would set things right by tomorrow morning…

[itstransformingtime]

"Fuck" I said as I looked at the Chronivac app on my phone for a way to undo what I had just done. I was back from college for the summer and my parents were out of town, I had wanted to make myself old enough to pick up some beers for me and my friends, we were all 19 or 20, but the local stores all know we were under 21 so wouldn't serve us. I was using the Chronivac app to make myself a bit older, but instead of 25, I had types 52. I was older than my own father now! I tried to reverse the change but an error message came up stating that due to server overload I could only make one change be 24 hours. "Fuck" I said, looking down at my phone, I was stuck as a 52 year old for the next 24 hours. I guess it could have been worse, I looked in pretty good shape of a 52 year old. I admired my body for a few moments, " Not too bad I guess, and its only for a day" I shrugged. I held my phone out and snapped a selfie, sending it to our group chat. 'Stuck like this for 24 hours 'cos the apps down, haha" I typed, It wasn't long before I got replies: "Fuck dude!" "You look old AF" "Look like coach man" "Dude, you look older than my dad" It was when I received a private message from Christian. He had always been the quiet one in our group of friends. "Hey, just putting this out there and giving it a shot, you look hot as fuck, if your down for it I would be DTF... Daddy" Fuck, something about being called Daddy just completely turned me on as my dick began getting hard. I reached down with one hand and fished it out of my underwear, holding in in one hand as I took a dick pic, sending it over to Christian. "Best get over here soon boy ;)" I send. It was not even a half a minute later I got a reply, "On my way Sir!" Maybe this 24 hours would not be so bad.

[repossesseddesires]

Body Switch Tourism

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Body Switch Tourism

Body swapping tourism is a freaking marvel. Some companies came up with the idea after considering the risks and complications of traveling abroad (or even within) your home country – things like passports, a new language, the cost of airfare and all its extra charges, accommodation, and so on. They designed a new form of tourism that eliminated all those barriers and allowed you to practically travel to the other side of the world in the blink of an eye if you wanted. And how? Simple. By swapping your consciousness!

Someone there rented out their body so you could inhabit it. Sometimes they also wanted to go on vacation, making it a win-win situation. Others just wanted to relax or earn a few extra bucks. They stayed in your body, you in theirs, and everyone was happy. You learned the language in just about five minutes while your body acclimated, you already had a place to stay, and you only had money on hand that you had previously "registered" to spend, avoiding misunderstandings regarding the original owner of your new body. Wasn't it fantastic?

Even so, body swapping always has its... challenges. Sometimes the bodies available in the area you want aren't always what you'd expect, in terms of gender, build, or even age.

My friends and I wanted to go sightseeing somewhere in South America, somewhere with good beaches, sun, good music, food, and the best that summer could offer. Brazil was a great option; the beaches of Rio de Janeiro were legendary. The only problem was the language, so... we took the only bodies they had available.

— Gretchen, stop touching yourself there – Candy murmured as we walked through the city, using an incredibly feminine tone in such a... masculine body.

— Sorry! Okay? Turns out having this... thing! Isn't as easy as I imagined. It gets hard just from moving between my thighs! What am I supposed to do? – A huge guy in a tight blue t-shirt that accentuated his biceps, making them look bigger, white shorts, and thick thighs that made him look big and muscular, was just acting in a squeaky voice, swaying his hips while trying not to touch himself too much.

— I know it's complicated, but don't you think it's worth it?

— Easy for you to say. You were already inside a guy when you went to Orlando.

I didn't like to talk about it too much. I had ended up inside a guy, yes, but... Let's just say the experience wasn't quite as... satisfying as I had imagined. I mean, going from being a college girl to a huge, smelly guy with clothes lying around the room that reeked of sweat and testosterone. It wasn't my dream vacation, much less when I found out everything my new "tenant" was doing to my body, and the only thing I could do to calm myself down was shove those smelly socks in my mouth and sniff them like crazy for almost a day.

Another downside of body swapping when you're traveling is that many of the... habits of the body you inhabit are imprinted on it. Phrases the original owner used to say, memories, skills, vices, bad habits. It's like a hormonal bomb going off. I could only watch as Gretchen "discreetly" sniffed her new armpit, panting and trying to hide the tent that was forming inside her pants.

— Ladies. Are we going to keep complaining or are we going to enjoy this vacation like never before in our lives? – I tried to stay strong, although the look on my two best friends' faces was somewhat... enigmatic – Is something wrong?

— No... Nothing, just keep talking.

It turned out that the three bodies they had rented were more than just friends who wanted to go on vacation to New York. They were a couple.

So, the hormones of the swap, testosterone, and that stinky musk lodged in their armpits, plus being close to each other, didn't seem likely to end well, to say the least.

— Why don't we go to the hotel? – Candy said, still trying to keep the tent in his pants from being too obvious. She felt his areolas rubbing so uncomfortably (and fucking deliciously) against the fabric of his t-shirt, driving her crazy – I think I'm tired of walking.

— Are you sure? We just got here, we have to explore the city and-

— Shit, yes, we're sure.

Her former best friends now seemed to see her as a piece of meat they couldn't resist getting their hands on, with that enormous bulge peeking out from his tight shorts, the biceps showing through his green t-shirt, those huge pecs she now possessed.

They'd even come up with a more... fun way to play with the moment. Perfect for pulling out the outfit they had packed in their suitcase; they thought it would be best to wear it out to a bar or something.

Damn. I think the perfect time was now, just in time for her beloved and esteemed friend to be on her knees attending to her newfound masculine needs.

It was going to be an intense vacation.

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[immortalmrwavell]

Father Figure

(Father’s Day Special)

Elliot found himself zoning out yet again. No matter how hard he tried to pay attention to his criminology class, his mind couldn’t help but wander endlessly. Make no mistake, his eyes were glued to his professor, Mr Oakley, the whole time. Yet none of what the man was saying actually made it through to the 21 year old student. Elliot’s mind was far too preoccupied by the weight of the Patristar sitting heavy in his pocket and how he was planning to use its magic on Mr Oakley.

———

Only a couple days prior, Elliot had found himself wandering a little corner shop at the end of the road near to where he lived. He’d been in there more times than he could count for all sorts of knick knacks. Usually snacks. This time however, his eyes landed on the curtain towards the back of the shop. He’d somehow never noticed this curtain before despite it seeming so obvious to him now. Of course he should’ve just ignored it and continued his regular shop. But the curtain was pulled open just enough to reveal some kind of back room that for whatever reason called out to Elliot. The young man felt as though he couldn’t ignore such a call. And so… he didn’t.

Soon after Elliot had found himself wandering into the back room that by all logic he probably shouldn’t have been allowed into. Yet he wasn’t greeted by disgruntled staff members wanting to usher him back out. Instead he was greeted by an entirely new shop all together rather than what he assumed would be a storage room. And it didn’t look at all like the little corner shop he’d been roaming moments ago.

Instead of snacks and tins of food, the shelves were lined with a whole array of strange and mystical artefacts. The likes of which Elliot couldn’t even begin to comprehend. What his mortal eyes saw was jewellery, aged booked, tonics and an odd variety of clothing. Had he been less green to the world of magic that secretly existed across Earth however then he’d have known what he was actually seeing were sacred treasures, grimories, potions and enchanted clothes.

“Looking for anything in particular today?” Called a male voice from just across the shop.

Elliot turned his head towards the direction in which the voice had come from. He noticed a man standing behind smiling kindly at him from behind a nearby till. He looked a little older than Elliot but not by too much. Late 20’s if he had to guess. Or early 30’s perhaps? His hair was golden blonde and neatly trimmed as it led down to a dusting of stubble that decorated his alluring face. Apparently this strange backroom even had its own clerk for whatever reason.

“Uhhh… I’m not sure.” Elliot answered honestly as his gaze flickered between the man and the many items on display around him. “I just never realised there was another part to the shop before. I-Is it okay that I’m back here?” He asked, still thinking he might’ve wandered into the back storage despite the fact that none of the stuff back here looked like it would’ve been stocked out in the little shop he knew.

“Of course. Look around by all means. After all, the only people who enter my humble store are those who were supposed to enter. If you weren’t meant to be here, then you wouldn’t be.” The clerk claimed rather cryptically.

Elliot squinted a little as he replied with a slow “Okay?…”. He still wasn’t sure what to make of this extended part to the shop he thought he knew but something about it was oddly intriguing. And so he found himself wandering through the unfamiliar aisles, eyes glossing over all the mystical books, items and objects on display.

Most of the things he looked at came with a small description explaining what they were. All of which claimed to contain some form of magic. He saw potions that with a single drop were capable of growing a seedling into a hundred year old tree in a matter of minutes. An enchanted crown that would force anyone to treat the wearer as if they were true royalty. A ring that would render the wearer invisible for as long as they kept it on their finger. Potions that could reverse male pattern baldness. Books full of all kinds of spells, the likes of which Elliot couldn’t begin to understand. Clothes that when worn could grant the wearer new skills, knowledge or even a whole new body!

All reason dictated that it was just fake voodoo nonsense. Enough so that Elliot rolled his eyes as he read through each descriptive plaque. Though he couldn’t deny that there was a certain mystical air about the place. Almost like that strange feeling you get when you enter a room you aren’t supposed to be in. It was just enough to keep him interested until he stumbled across something that truly caught his attention.

“The Patristar?” Elliot read allowed as his eyes scanned over the plaque sitting beneath a display that housed a star-shaped gemstone. It was only small, around the size of a cherry, and glowed an ocean blue hue. It was dazzling for sure but it was the description of the gem that really piqued Elliot’s interest.

<For those seeking a new paternal figure in their lives, the Patristar is capable of turning any man into the ideal father. Imbued with powerful reality bending magic that only needs be wished upon in the presence of the man you desire to become your new father.>

That struck a cord.

All his life Elliot never knew his dad. Apparently he’d died only a few months after Elliot was born. As such Elliot grew up with only his mother who worked hard to fill the void left by her late husband. Unfortunately that didn’t stop Elliot from glamourising the idea of having a father in his life as he got older. He was even a little envious of all his friends that had a dad. One of his friends even had two dads! Talk about greed. And even now as an adult, he still held onto that wish in his heart.

It didn’t help that Father’s Day was right around the corner. Every year it was like one big fat reminder of the thing he desired the most but would never have. Sure his mother had started seeing a guy, Keith, who might one day be his stepfather but honestly, Elliot didn’t really get on well with the guy. He tried but there was no real connection there. He just wished he could have a father figure who really understood him and would be the dad he never had…

Could the Patristar give him that? He knew in his mind that it couldn’t be true and what he’d read on plaque couldn’t be anything more than make-believe. And yet for whatever reason his heart insisted on keeping his gaze locked onto the gleaming gemstone until-

“It’s a true work of art, isn’t it?”

The words of the clerk almost made Elliot jump right out of his skin as the man now stood just shy of brushing shoulders with Elliot. He hadn’t even heard the man move out from behind the till where he’d been standing previously.

“O-oh umm… yes. It looks nice. I guess. Is it like a sapphire or something?” Elliot wondered as he tried to get his elevated heartbeat back under control.

The clerk shrugged. “Or something.”

Elliot side eyed the blonde man after receiving such an ominous non-answer. As he did he caught a glance of the name tag pinned to the coat he was wearing. ‘Gilgamesh’ it read. What an unusual name. Elliot had to wonder if the name was made up just to go along with all this magic stuff.

“You’ve been staring at this one for a good while.” Gil continued. “I can assure you that it’ll do exactly what it claims. I’ve seen it in action before. If you’re in need of a good father figure, this right here will give you exactly what you want.”

“Yeah right.” Elliot quipped rather dismissively though his tone didn't sound as certain as he would’ve liked.

Gil placed his hands on his hips. “Just open your mind a little. I can tell that you want to. There’s so much magic in my shop that even those who don’t practice it can feel its presence.” He stepped closer towards the display that held the Patristar. “And this little gem is a powerful piece. Reality bending magic is no joke. It’s certainly not the cheapest item around here but it’s definitely worth the price if you ask me.”

Elliot wanted to refuse everything this strange man was trying to sell him. But he couldn’t deny the way this place seemed to pulse with life around him. And so the questions began to linger in his mind. What if this was real? What if he could have what he always wanted. What if it was all real? The questions rattled around until before long Elliot was asking Gilgamesh to take the Patristar out of its display so that he could hold it.

“It's like… it has a heartbeat.” Elliot muttered as watched the little blue gem glow with a faint yet enamouring light.

Before he knew it, Elliot found himself standing at till with the seemingly magical artefact as Gil began ringing it up. It certainly wasn’t cheap as the clerk had warned but after a moment of hesitation Elliot slipped his card into the card reader and punched in the PIN code. Seconds after the payment was approved and a receipt was printed for Gil to slip inside the tiny ornate bag in which the Patristar had already been packed into.

“Thank you for your business. I hope to see you again some day.” Gil chirped kindly. “Until then I wish you and your soon-to-be new father all the best.”

After giving a polite thank you, Elliot made his way back towards the curtain in which he’d come through. The one that led back into the little corner shop he knew. The moment he passed through it, he was hit by the stark contrast of normality against the weird and mystical he’d just experienced. When he turned around to get one last look at the strange magic store he’d somehow never noticed hidden at the back of the shop, the curtain had vanished. In its place was a simple fire escape door.

“Holy… fuck.” Elliot mumbled as he looked down at the little bag in his hand, still containing the magical gem he’d bought.

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Now a couple days later, here Elliot was. Sitting in class while staring silently as his Criminology Professor. Mr Oakley.

Mr Oakley was certainly one of the younger professors at Elliot’s college. He was about 31 or 32 but he looked like he was still in his 20’s. He was young enough that he could relate to his students in ways that maybe some of the older professors wouldn’t have. However he still garnered enough of a mature aura to grant him the respect he deserved while teaching. It also helped that he was very laid back and clearly seemed to enjoy what he did for a living. It showed via how well most of his students did each year under his guidance.

Elliot was no exception. He’d been excelling in most of his classes and found himself enjoying it even more than he’d hoped. All thanks to his wonderful teacher. So much so that whenever Elliot got the chance to have a one on one with Mr Oakley, he made sure to cherish the moment. The man was always so encouraging and enthusiastic. Always so eager to see Elliot, and everyone else in his class, improve and succeed. He was an incredible and inspiring role model to all the young adults he taught. So much so that Elliot had told himself that if he’d grown up with a father then he’d have wanted him to be just like Mr Oakley.

That made his choice for the Patristar a no-brainer. Who better to turn into his Dad than a man like that? Not to mention Mr Oakley didn’t seem to have any kids of his own nor a spouse to go home too so it wasn’t like he’d be ripping him away from another family. He was the perfect candidate.

When the class finally came to end, all the other students began packing away their things and piling on out of the classroom. But one remained. Elliot. He hung around until practically everyone else was gone. Of course it didn’t take longer for his teacher to notice.

“You alright Elliot?” Mr Oakley asked, his voice smooth and calming as always. “You seemed a little distracted today. Something on your mind?” He added, ever considerate. Most other teachers would’ve just told Elliot to hurry along but not Mr Oakley.

“Uhm… well yeah I suppose there is something that’s been on my mind Sir.” Elliot began as he reached inside of his pocket. His fingers clasped around the pointed gem-stone. His heart was practically pounding out of his chest as he pulled his hand back out, the Patristar hidden within his grasp.

And then… he began to wish.

I wish that Brian Oakley was my father. I wish that Brian Oakley was my father. I wish that Brian Oakley was my father.

He chanted the words over and over again in his mind, causing the Patristar to glow brighter against his palm. So much so that its light began to shine through the gaps between his fingers. Its power bubbling up to the surface, ready to be unleashed.

“I wish that Brian Oakley was my father.” Elliot finally said it out loud, though in a hushed tone. But it was still more than enough to give the Patristar the direction it needed to do its work. Now all he had to do was release it.

“Sorry? Could you say that again please? I couldn’t quite hear.” Mr Oakley asked kindly enough. Though as he did, even he began to notice the strange light shining from one of Elliot’s hands.

Elliot looked him dead in the eyes. And then smiled. “I said… that I think I’ve found my dad.” And with those final words, Elliot opened his palm. That Patristar’s magical light came pouring out from its crystal shell before crashing over the unsuspecting teacher like a tidal wave. The dark blue magic swirling and twisting around his body in a vortex of raw reality bending magic.

Elliot looked almost as stunned as Mr Oakley. Ever since he bought the Patristar, he wanted to believe its magic was real. But seeing and believing were two very different things. And now… he was seeing. All that magic swirling around his beloved teacher made it impossible to deny now. And as such Elliot’s shock was quickly replaced by excitement as it meant his desire to have an amazing father was about to be realised.

Mr Oakley however wouldn’t share the same feeling as fear and panic surged through him. He couldn’t run or scream as the magic held him firmly in place while slowly vanishing inside of his body. The smokey magical aura forcing its way in not just through his orifices but even through pores of his skin. Forcing him to absorb every last drop of its transformative power until finally the spinning blue vortex had faded entirely. Leaving Mr Oakley feeling strange and full of an indescribable energy bubbling inside the core of his being.

“W-what was that!?! What happened?!?! What did you do?!?” The professor shouted fearfully at Elliot.

“Don’t worry. The magic won’t hurt you. Just let it do what it has to do. Once it’s over you won’t remember a thing.” Elliot told his teacher just as Gilgamesh had told him when he purchased the gem-stone and its power.

“Magic???? What is it g-going to do? I don’t-uuuurrahhhhhgnnn…” Mr Oakley’s words devolved into an unsettled groan as the magic began its work.

Elliot watched from a short distance as the transformation began. The first phase would be the physical side and that became very apparent as Mr Oakley started to age rapidly. He was now progressing fast through the 30’s of his life as his hair started to thin slightly and a few wrinkles began to form across his face. Creases in the skin to show the extra years being swiftly tagged onto his life. And as he progressed into his 40’s the first flecks of grey began to spread through his hair. Becoming more and more noticeable by the second while his hairline started to recede alongside the discolouration. The age even began to show in his eyes now. It was subtle but it was there. All the while his skin became rougher too. Especially around his facial hair.

But of course the transformation wasn’t limited to just his face. The rest of his body was impacted just as much. For a start Mr Oakley’s once modest body hair started to grow thicker across his chest and stomach. Even spreading to his back and ass a little. Meanwhile his frame grew thicker with a mix of fat and muscle. Soon enough he was left with a much sturdier and solid physique unlike the lean athletic form he’d previously boasted. And just like his face, the skin across the rest of his body became more aged as it lost some of the tightness that came with youth.

Soon enough Mr Oakley looked as though he’d aged by a good 15 years or so before the aging process finally came to end. He was now approximately 46. In theory the physical transformation could’ve ended there but Elliot knew there was another part to the first phase that was still yet to come.

There was only a brief pause for Mr Oakley to freak out before the transformation proceeded. Only this time instead of aging him further, it began to alter his genetic code. This of course resulted in his appearance starting to change beyond just looking older than he did before. Because of course if he and Elliot were going to father and son then they needed to share a resemblance. They needed to share blood. They needed to share DNA.

And so Mr Oakley found himself hunching over in discomfort as his features began to twist and morph. The shape of his hair line. The slant of his eyes. The length of his nose. The size of his lips. Even the shape of his jaw. All of it changing until he began to bear an uncanny resemblance to Elliot. Only older. Even the shape of his body started to shift slightly. His dick grew a tiny bit thicker while also losing about half an inch of length. His nipples became slightly larger and more sensitive just like Elliot’s too. So many tiny details about his appearance shifted all at once until he looked like a whole new man. There was still a strong similarity to Mr Oakley’s old self but his new blood relation to Elliot was the domineering factor to his new look.

Beads of sweat dripped down the professor's newly altered face as the first phase came to an end. He tried desperately to catch his breath while his hands couldn’t help wandering across his transformed body. Fingers digging into his torso through the fabric of his shirt as he squeezed and groped at his flesh. All of it felt so foreign to him now, even down to the size of his hands as he gripped his chest and noticed the newfound abundance of chest hair. But his face was the most bizarre of all. To run the tips of his fingers across features that he couldn’t even recognise as his own was enough to make his brain short circuit. He didn’t know how to react. He didn’t know what to do or so other than to inspect himself with fearful curiosity.

Elliot was already enamoured by the transformation so far. “Wow…” was all he could say as he stared at the sight of his new dad. Now he just had to wait for phase two to kick in. And he didn’t have to wait long.

Phase two was the mental changes. A transformation like this would be pointless without them. So before Mr Oakley even had a chance to fully comprehend his physical changes, the magic swirling around inside of him began flooding into his brain. Once inside it started to change his memories.

The early life of Brian Oakley remained more or less the same, only now his younger self looked a lot more like Elliot. However in this soon to be new version of reality, he remembered having a kid back when he was 25. And now that kid has grown up to be Elliot. As such his head was bombarded with new life long experiences of being a father to Elliot. And a great one at that! He was always there for his son and made sure he knew that he was loved no matter what. They played sports together, watched TV together, went to the movies together and so so much more.

Despite his new life as a father, Mr Oakley still found himself going down the path of becoming a criminology professor. Only now he had many more years of experience under his belt. Enough that I’d led him higher up the food chain in terms of the college staff. As such he got a bigger paycheck and even more respect from his colleagues than he already did for simply being a great person and teacher. Only in this version of events, him being a criminology professor and being so close to his son was what had inspired Elliot to take the course himself. Following in his fathers footsteps as one would say. And Brian couldn’t have been more proud.

As the mental changes continued to alter Mr Oakley’s memories, the magic reached out for Elliot too. Dipping into his mind and filling his brain with his own version of the memories his teacher was receiving. Memories of growing up with this man as his father. Looking up to him. Being proud to call him his dad. He still remembered the way things were before but all these new memories felt so real that he welcomed them with a warm embrace. It was everything he ever wanted. And now he’d always had it.

It wasn’t long before the professor’s memories had been altered completely. The only life he now remembered was the one where he was the father to his son Elliot. Anything from his previous life that might’ve conflicted with that fact had been erased. Hence leaving behind a dazed and slightly confused middle aged man as the magic inside of him prepared to move onto phase three. The final phase.

All that magic that’d been storming around Mr Oakley’s body finally set itself free. It came pouring back out of him until it was a thundering blue cloud hovering above both their heads. The magic then focused itself down into one concentrated point. Glowing bright before sending out a powerful shockwave that traveled across the entire planet. That was the reality bend. That pulse had shifted reality ever so slightly to make it so that the real world now matched up with Elliot and Mr Oakley’s new memories. Alongside altering the memories of everyone that’s ever known them, their material possessions changed to match. Such as the house Elliot grew up in now having more of a man’s touch rather than it simply being the home of a mother and son. It was clear that an older man lived there now.

The magic continued to ripple through the air for what felt like an hour as it took its time twisting and reshaping the parts of the world in which their lives had touched. In truth it was more like fifteen minutes but still. During which time, Mr Oakley looked as though he’d been put into a trance of some kind. His expression having slackened into a blank stare as the new memories inside his head solidified themselves and locked into place as a permanent new part of who he was.

Once phase three was completed, the concentrated orb or magic returned to its previous misty form before rushing back towards the Patristar. All that power funneled itself back inside the star-shaped gemstone until it was completely sealed once again. The blue gem glowed brightly for a moment before dimming down to a muted cloudy colour instead. Much unlike the bright and glimmering look it once had. Gilgamesh had said this would happen. All it meant was that the magic was recuperating before it could be used again. And that could only mean that its job for now… was done.

Mr Oakley blinked a few times as his senses returned to him. He put a hand to his head and groaned. “Ughh…” He looked up at the young man standing across from him. His one and only son. “Elliot?”

Even after everything he’d just witnessed, Elliot was still hesitant to believe that this man was actually his father now. That tiny ember of disbelief still flickering inside of his mind. But after a brief pause, he responded. “Hey… Dad?” Elliot used that word hesitantly, unsure of how his professor might react.

But Mr Oakley didn’t bat an eye. Why would he? Elliot had always called him Dad. Instead he simply raised a hand to his temple as he groaned in discomfort. “I feel light headed. What happened?”

“I uhmm… I think you might just be a little dehydrated. You looked a little out of it towards the end of class.” Elliot grabbed his satchel and reached inside for his water bottle. “Here. Have some of this. Might make you feel better.”

Mr Oakley took the bottle kindly. “Thanks Son.” He said while unscrewing the lid and taking a generous gulp of water. He didn’t think twice about the word he used to describe the young man before him.

Elliot on the other hand couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter a little with a mix of relief and joy at hearing Mr Oakley call him that. It was all he’d ever wanted to hear from a man. To be called his son. And for him to call that man his dad. “N-No problem Sir.” Elliot stuttered somewhat, accidentally letting the habit of calling Mr Oakley ‘Sir’ slip past his lips. Just as he would all the male teachers.

Mr Oakley laughed as he handed back Elliot’s water bottle. “Come on Kiddo. I know you’re embarrassed to call me Dad around the other students but it’s just you and me here.” He said, gesturing loosely to the empty classroom.

“Yeah. R-Right. Sorry Dad.” Elliot replied. He was barely able to hide the growing smile on his face. It was strange because despite his transformation, Mr Oakley was still the kind, fair and bubbly man he always had been prior to the transformation. Only he was Elliot’s dad now too on top of all that. It was almost surreal to think but their new memories didn’t lie. “When do you finish work?” He found himself asking moments later. Elliot was already so excited to experience his new home life.

“In about two hours. Why? Do you want a lift home?” Mr Oakley replied.

“Yeah I’d rather save on bus fare money. If that’s alright with you anyway.”

Mr Oakley raised an eyebrow at him. “Elliot. I’m your father. Of course it’s alright.” He reassured his son, a little confused as to why he’d feel hesitant to ask. After all, he drove Elliot home from College half the time anyway. “Just wait around on campus somewhere. I’ll message you when I’m getting ready to leave.”

Elliot nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, yeah. Sounds good Dad.” He started to back away towards the door leading into the hallway. Though he could barely take his eyes off his old man. He could hardly believe this wasn’t all just a dream but there was no doubt about it. This was real.

“Oh and Elliot!-” Mr Oakley shouted just as his son reached the exit. “I’ll be making spaghetti and meatballs tonight for dinner. You want some or do you have something else in mind?”

“Spaghetti and meatballs sounds great Dad.”

As Elliot left his new father to get ready for his next lesson, the young man was ecstatic. Punching the air with glee as he found himself excited for every new moment he was going to get to share with that man from now on. From the big things all the way down to the smallest moments. Even just the thought of getting to sit across from his DAD at the dinner table as they eat a meal that he prepared for them had Elliot grinning to himself like an idiot. If one thing was sure, it was that he was gonna have to pull out all the stops when Father’s Day rolls around this weekend in order to make up for all the ones he’s missed up until now.

[max-the-many]

Gains...

[feinecutasy]

Flat 11

It's summer again.

My day is usually spent in the confinement of my home, in front of the computer, headphones covering my ears. The distinction between workdays and weekend is blurry, and is only maintained by the fact that twice a week I go out for groceries. Life is not very different from that of a monastic, and change of season rarely affects the nature of my work, nor the fluctuation in my mood.

But summer is a special season.

I'm not a big fan of summer. The heat, which has become more insufferable each year, always makes me want to stay indoors, in the comfort of my well-ventilated studio, where I have not long ago installed an AC. Days are longer, food spoils faster, and once in a while strange creatures with spindly legs would make themselves at home in my humble abode.

It's the people that make summer special, though not in the way you would think. I'm not talking about people who you invite to a barbecue, to gobble up spicy grilled ribs or guzzle up ice-chilled cans of beer with. I'm not talking about the people who ride with you to a crowded but fancy beach, play water sports with and get tanned or sunburnt together.

Hear that? A family just checked in next door. The wall is thick enough to prevent me from eavesdropping on every conversation they have. I'm not too keen on occupying myself with others' private matters, though chances are I myself will be hearing and talking about those exact matters in a few seconds. The wall is also thin enough to let me discern the cadences of their speeches. There's the deep baritone of an adult man, the caramel sugar-coating way a woman roughly his age issued out commands masqueraded as suggestions at her two kids, who responded back with boredom-laced one-word answers. Chances are mine will be hollering amidst those voices in a few seconds.

That's the people I'm talking about.

I don't know them. Nevet met them, don't know who they are or what they look like. My educated guess is that they booked that flat through Airbnb or booking.com or some other obscure site, assuming the flat's owner has decided to up his marketing game recently. A typical family on vacation. Unique, yet at the same time not too different from countless others that have rented that flat for a few days a year ago or two.  

Please don't think of me as the sketchy kind. I don't harbour any nefarious intentions towards my neighbours. Truth is, I made a peculiar promise with the previous owner of that flat. An old lady, mum of the current owner. We used to hang out, despite her eccentric nature and me being the age of her grandson. She told me one day that she would soon move out, and asked me to look after that flat for her.

I didn't understand what she meant then, but I agreed to it. A strange request; she didn’t give me any key, and when she was no longer there, her son quickly changed the lock and turned the whole place into a rental.

Took me quite a while, but I eventually got the gist of it.

It's 7 PM. The obnoxious sun is still gleaming outside, and the group of four just came back from their first sight-seeing trip of the day. Our bathrooms are adjacent to each other. When one side turns on a faucet or showerhead, the rumbling sound of water being pumped through the shared network of pipes can be heard echoing through the wall.

I just heard that rumbling sound. It's about time.

The floor is dry, half covered by a thick carpet, on which my feet are resting. It helps mitigate any possible damage to my body and minimise the chance of me getting a concussion when I fall. I only learnt that after finding myself with a sore head and aching back after my first two tries.

I'm going to fall soon.

My bathroom has no tub. If you walk in and do an anti-clockwise turn, first you'd see the sink, then the toilet, the window, and finally the shower cabin. There's a gap between the window and the cabin large enough for an adult human to stand in. The wall covering this gap has a sigil on it. It's glowing.

I touch the luminescent ring, and feel something inside me suddenly being pulled out of my body. Darkness seizes my vision as my senses all shut off, the links between my limbs and my mind all severed. For one very brief moment, I was weightless. I was one with my consciousness, freed from the chains binding it to the material world. I was pure volition. I travelled, but was neither flying, walking, nor swimming.

I see light. Bright, intense, blinding. I am at that ephemeral border between dream and not-dream, where I am aware that I'm regaining my senses, yet still cannot sense. And I sink. The light fades away, until absent. Yet in this new lightlessness, reality appears defined again. Rigid and solid.     

My mind is struck with a familiar feeling, the feeling of unfamiliarity. That experience when the user struggles with an old interface suddenly brought into new hardware. I know from the size and weight of my heaving chest that this is not the body I inhabited mere seconds ago. That sensation intensifies as the warm, soothing water caresses my skin, as it softly applies its pressure to my meatier, calloused fingers slowly wading through the surface. I notice the different contours of cheek bone and forehead and everything else. A balding scalp, a fuller beard, and wrinkles around my eyes.

Taking over brings invigorating effects. I'm stating that as a fact, though for a long time it was never obvious to me. I'm neither hip nor spiritual, so forgive me if I don't know all the nooks and crannies of what I do. When I first experimented with this power, I hypothesised that it's just due to having a younger soul populating a more matured body. But that can't be true; in my usual body, I am pretty much a sexless being. I eventually realised that the process itself is inherently vivifying. My body will always immediately crave the intimate touch of my partner. It happens regardless of my host's sexual orientation. The only limit is that I cannot possess women, transwomen included.

Sometimes the body receives me too well. Like this one. My cock is hardening, and I can feel energy gathering around my crotch; a tool begging to be used. As usual, I fail to resist the temptation. I moan in my new deeper voice, huge hands stroking my growing member. The personality of my host is taking its grip in my mind.

If my goal is to maintain a semblance of my original identity, I've failed thoroughly. I carry a piece of every man whose body I've ever inhabited. That means if I'm meshing too well with a host, some of his physical traits, memories, skills and temperament will stay with me forever, forming an amalgamation with the other men already taking residence inside me. If I cum right now, and I'm pretty sure I will, my balls will expand a little, having absorbed and repurposed my lifeforce into an earthlier form, and I will slide deeper into my role as Matt, chief engineer, father of two, currently on vacation. And after this long session of mine, I will find myself in my original body, with hairline having crept up a few centimetres, belly jutting out a little more and thicker patches of hair running along my torso.

I feel pressure building up. I feel myself slipping out, and another self slipping in.

It's only the beginning. My body is still yearning for more, and I'll need my wife to sate my hunger, when the kids are all asleep. We'll make breakfast together when we wake up, I'll change my clothes and then Matt will stop being me for a while as the whole family steps out of the block into their car for another trip. The cycle continues, until they check out and the next group checks in.

I like this responsibility of mine. It yanks me out of my monotonous routine, away from the clanking of my keyboard, dirty from sweat and dust, away from colourful rows of syntax-highlighted text glinting out of bulky monitors, away from a grey-filled space void of human interaction.

It brings my mind into a zen-like state. I'm aware this is an odd thing to say given the very sexually-charged actions that I almost always perform when inside another man's body. But my sexuality throughout the takeover is always derivative. It feels good being inside another man's body, cumming as him, taking on his personality and having sex with his partner, whether that be his wife or husband, but all of those are secondary to my true goal.

With me, my host becomes healthier and more virile, his partner is euphoric, and his kids are content. My presence induces tranquillity. I don't harm anybody. I'm not corrupting my host's mind or body, but reacting to his most natural desire.

I make sure that the flat is always in good condition, that its inhabitants are always happy.

That is my responsibility,

as the keeper of Flat 11.

[shootingstarwritings]

Galactic LARPing

"And your character is...?"

Asmodeus puffed his borrowed chest out and declared, "I am Asmodeus the healer! Injured, just come to me and I'll cure you in no time." Then, Asmodeus pursed his lips and winked to the joy of the other players. A few even blushed.

It was a cute pose that his host would never do, but under the control of a LARPing alien determined to stay in character, he had no choice.

Next up was Minot. "Rogue." To better get into character, he adjusted the hat and adopted a far more reserved personality. After a brief pause, he adjusted his hat to better hide his eyes. The group cheered and clapped for his performance. It was simple but effective for the strong and silent rogue. Minot's host mentally moaned, ashamed at how much he was forced to expose due to his bodysnatcher.

"And I am Daxtrus, the ultimate sage of legend. Do not worry, o treasured friends of mine. My mythical and dark spells will protect us in the many battles to come!" Daxtrus took a deep breath and then did his pose. When asked if it hurt, Daxtrus chuckled and said, "No worries, this body is quite flexible."

Daxtrus' could only recoil as he felt how much his body was forced to stretch. He would certainly be sore in the morning!

"I AM RATHOLS, THE WARRIOR! Oh! Sorry...!" For a moment, the older and muscular man slumped and shrunk away when the other players complained about his loud voice. "Lemme try again..." Clearing his throat, Rathols flexed and shouted, "I am Rathols, the warrior! Let us conquer and claim this land in the name of our kingdom, good fellas. Ho ho!" with a boisterous, exaggerated laugh. While excessive and not at all what his host would do, it got the party rilled up and in a good mood again.

Rathol's host could only scream as he remained a prisoner in his own head.

"And I am Qual, the dancer," he said, placing his palms together and bowing. "Let my dance bring you pleasure and joy..." Qual let out a slow and seductive sigh. He posed and moved the stolen body to emphasize the curves, much to his host's chagrin. It was a traditional garb, and this alien was using it to roleplay as a whore!

"Well, seems like we're all set. You all picked such great bodies! Luckily, the game I've got planned will go for lots and lots and sessions." Inwardly, all the hosts cried and moaned in despair.

"Well then, let's begin the session! We start our story with..."

[jakelandryshorts]

Father's Day Gym

Alan had been fed up with the laziness of his son. He’d never expected himself to get to such a point but everyday after coming home from work and watching the younger man sit on his ass watching football or whatever, instead of practicing while Alan went out to work at some dead-end job continued to add up.

Of course, the final straw was the complete and total forgetting of Father’s Day. There’s only so many birthdays or Christmases that Dave could forget before Alan had enough. It’s not even like Father’s day was all that special to the man. Usually just grilling some burgers and getting some pun of a card was all he wanted.

But this was the last straw. After seeing Dave sitting around and not even saying, ‘Happy Father’s Day’ to him, he took matters into his own hands. There was a card he’d bought, almost as a bit of a gaff, that was supposed to be enchanted. Instead of receiving the card Alan gave it to his son.

Not that Dave cared. He tossed it in the trash without a second thought. Alan smirked. It didn’t need to be accepted, only given. With that the present was already starting to take hold. With each step down the hallway, Alan could feel the smallest bit of his body starting to change.

Without thinking he was already walking taller with stronger steps. Each stride seemed to have added another week to his lifespan. Hair started to grow back on the top of his head. He could feel his atrophying muscles building up again without any effort at all. His clothes felt tighter across his shoulders and chest and his belt looser around his waist.

Without even thinking Alan entered into what he thought was his son’s room. Yet, when he looked at the Wolves mascot he had a certain kinship with it. But when he saw that the trophies had his name on it, Alan knew full well that the spell had worked.

Alan took a seat on what was soon to be his bed. The changes were happening whether Dave wanted them too or not. A sly smirk covered his face as he laid down and wallowed in the bed almost marking it.

Still his clothes continued to feel tighter. His chest was really starting to push against the buttons of his shirt. His shoulders continued to grow wider and waist thinner. Yet, his pants felt tighter as thick muscular quads started to fill them.

He sat back up wiggling his toes as his shoes were completely filled with his feet. “Only a matter of time,” he mused to himself as he grabbed the football and tossed it gingerly into the air.

Meanwhile in the other room, Dave started to feel something was off. His whole body started to feel a strange bloat to it. He tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t go away. Neither farting nor burping did anything to release whatever strange bloat was plaguing him.

Dave stood up and tried to stretch, hoping that might make some kind of change. Yet, the first thing he noticed was his shirt. It was riding up over a belly. “What the hell?!” he cursed staring down at the forming stomach. What had been lean cut abs was now starting to become a belly. He let out a grunt as it continued to get even bigger.

“What the hell’s going on?!” he grimaced at the strange belly forming on him. Even worse the college sleeveless shirt was starting to feel tight against his chest. And his shoes were starting to feel even tighter. His thoughts raced back to the card. It didn’t make sense but it was the only thing that he could go off of.

Panic raced through Dave as weight continued to pile onto his once lithe body. His muscles almost seemed to have exploded with an unknown force adding power and strength that the lean ones would give. However, with that size also seemed to come age.

His shaggy blond hair was starting to fall out while thick coarser hair started to cover his arms, legs and chest. He scratched it absentmindedly. “This can’t be real…” he declared but when he saw his face in the mirror and he looked to be well into his thirties, that didn’t matter anymore.

Dave ran down the hallway as fast as he could. His thick burly body shook the house with each step. The hulking frame took up nearly the entire space. He only paused for a second seeing a picture and watching as Alan and him had swapped spots. “ALAN!” he shouted loudly through the house.

Alan chuckled. Hearing Dave’s voice echo through the house only spurred his excitement. He knew the changes were still happening. He could feel his strength growing more and more. Each muscle developed into something thicker and stronger than he had ever had. It was like decades of work were all piling into him at once as his body also lost those decades in age.

The once portly older man was now growing more spry and filled with a excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time. His body moved easily and effortlessly. His muscles were strong and full. His face young and filled with a handsomeness he’d never known.

Alan ripped off the rest of his clothes, discarding the relic that he had been. They weren’t who he was anymore.

Alan went over to the mirror again examining the new powerhouse of a man he’d become. He’d stolen so much of his son’s youth and strength, that he almost felt bad. Yet, seeing those powerful muscles staring back at him washed any of those feelings away. A confidence burgeoned within him as he went through what had been his son’s closet to find something to wear. Most of it was a little tight, but he could figure something.

Not even the loud knocking on his bedroom door made him nervous.

On the other side was Dave. The lean handsome man had turned into an absolute beast. Muscular bulk covered every inch of the other an. However, it also gave him two more decades of experience. Alan wasn’t sure what the ‘curse’ really was, but seeing how Dave had only grown bigger and stronger than even Alan was, made him grin.

Even as Dave stared him down with as much anger and menace that the man could muster, it didn’t phase Alan the slightest bit. He gave his ‘dad’ a pat on the shoulder and started walking through the house. Dave’s anger turned to confusion. His hulking size would have made the biggest of men panic, yet, Alan walked past him like it was nothing.

Dave continued to follow Alan. His heavy footsteps were softening. Even with all that bulk he was quickly learning how to control his excess weight. He watched as Alan turned into the garage and was absolutely stunned by what he say.

“Happy Father’s Day,” Alan said. “It took a while and I’m glad you didn’t come in and spoil it.” He smiled as he showed off the fully stocked gym in their garage. It didn’t make sense, yet the magic continued to push and pull making everything feel as though it made sense. Somehow Alan had been sneaking in weights and machines under Dave’s nose to surprise him with a fully stocked gym.

“Damn it boy,” Dave growled with a menacing tone. “I told you not to do anything this stupid.”

“Oh c’mon pops,” Alan grinned mischievously. The word fell out of him so naturally that he couldn’t help but add a chuckle. “I knew you wanted to take things to the next level and those paid gyms can’t handle your strength.”

“Whatever,” Dave grumbled as he entered into the workout space. He grabbed Alan into a headlock, forcing the other man into his pit and roughed up his hair. “All I wanted was some steak and you’d gone and given me all this shit.” He let go and then extended his hand. “Good on ya boy.” He grinned shaking his sons hand.

Alan smirked. The new reality was setting in. Dave didn’t seem to remember the old one. Or if he did, that past lazy son he was was now gone. Alan took his father’s hand and shook it. “Ready to test some of this out?” he offered.

“HELL YEAH!” Dave shouted. Before they knew it the two were working out with Dave pushing Alan to his absolute limit.

Tried something a little different to see if it worked. Created using ChatGPT. Pictures AI generated, Story written by me.

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[tf-lover]

One Size Fits All

Little birthday present for my favourite @mrwavellswaps ❤ This one was written in second person, so you've been warned if it feels strange to read!

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We'd talked for a long time about me driving out to see you. Over a year since we'd started talking, always here and there mentioning the idea but never properly committing to a time to actually go through with the plan. It was a long drive halfway across the country, so it wasn't the type of thing to be done lightly. 

Unless I'd just stumbled on an online website known only as W&D clothing that claimed their ‘one size fits all’ type was a little more literal than other places. Magical and very real as I quickly found out, all their products would change the wearer to suit the item. In that case it became a particular emergency with your birthday coming up that I made a few specific purchases and drove out as a surprise. After all, where would the fun be in just sending them in the post when I could turn up at your door and surprise you?

So after booking a couple days off work for a ‘family emergency’ I was off, with you none the wiser to what surprise awaited you. 

~~~

“Lance! You've got a visitor!” The voice of your sister called from downstairs. 

It was odd, since you hadn't been expecting anyone. The day had already been booked off work so you could enjoy relaxing, but it wasn't like you'd shouted about that fact to everyone you knew. Family had either seen you or texted birthday wishes that morning so it wasn't like it was any of them, and former college friends you knew were all busy. It was baffling to say the least, so your only option was to force yourself out of bed after a very long lay-in to sometime late morning and see just who it was. 

“Coming! Who is it?” You called back as you paused the TV and got up. 

Your sister called back a few moments later, after an assumed pause to look at whoever it was again. “Some old guy! A friend of yours apparently.” She said as you reached the top of the stairs. 

That only added to the confusion, because besides former teachers and current colleagues who would all be at work, who was their left? The curiosity only spurred you on to get down and see who it was faster. That and the secret hope that whoever this mystery man ended up being was handsome. 

He was. 

By the time you got to the front door your sister had gone, returned to getting ready to leave for work. You were glad of it though, because that left you alone with whoever this hot Daddy of a man was at your door. Tall, well muscled under his tight leather jacket, and handsome with as much of his face as you could see under the cap and dark sunglasses he had on. He had a bag slung over his shoulder as he smiled at you, looking basically like the textbook definition of your type if you had to name it. And somehow here he was at your door asking specifically for you.

“No Lance, you aren’t dreaming.” The man said in a deep voice that threatened to send a shiver of arousal running through you; of course that was as hot as the rest of them. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” He said with a smirk.

He clearly knew something you didn’t, and knew you well enough too to be able to sense what you’d been thinking. This did feel like a dream, and he’d known you felt that way. Just who was this guy??

You shook your head. “I… I don’t, no.”

The man’s smile widened as he removed his hat and sunglasses, finally giving you a better look at his handsome face. “Well Why don’t you let me inside out of the cold and I’ll refresh  your memory?” He said, the hint of a mischievous smile creeping at the corners of his lips.

Normally like any reasonable person you wouldn’t have let a stranger into your house. Normally was out the window here though, what with the gorgeous older man asking something of you it was hard to say no. That and there was just something about him that felt familiar, though how you’d have forgotten a man as handsome as this you had no idea.So, perhaps against your better judgement, you stepped aside and let the handsome man inside, then closed the door behind him as you followed into the living room.

“Still haven’t worked it out, hmm?” The man said as he took a seat on the sofa, splayed out and showing off every inch of how hot he was. “I’m surprised, I thought you’d know me well enough to see through all this-” He gestured down at his body, “But I guess I really did underestimate how much looking like a walking wet dream for you would be a distraction.”

Something itched at the back of your mind. A hint of some kind of familiarity with the way this guy talked that was screaming at you that you knew him, but couldn’t place where from. The man seemed to know as much as well, like this was some kind of game he was playing with you as he sat idly by and waited. “What? I feel like I know you but I don’t….”

The man stood up and grabbed his bag from where he’d left it by the edge of the sofa, then unzipped it and started pulling clothes out. Jeans, an American Football jersey, a grey tank top and what looked like a pair of gym shorts amongst other items. What these had to do with anything was an absolute mystery, and only added to the confusion. You already had no idea who this guy was or why you’d apparently trusted him enough to let him inside, now this?

“Pick something and put it on, I think you’ll understand after that Lance.” He said once the various options were laid out before you. 

The way he said your name was incredibly arousing. It spurred you on to actually do what he said and choose something, even if none of this made sense. You weren’t exactly thinking straight and you knew it, but then how could you when all the blood was rushing to your cock thanks to the very man opposite you. Still, something in you had decided already to go through with what you were being asked of, so you reached out and grabbed the first of the items that’d held your attention. 

In your hand you held up the large football jersey from the pile. It looked clean and unworn and from the label was as you suspected on the larger side. “This?”

“Good boy, now put it on.”

Your eyes went wide at how the handsome man addressed you. Your face flushed almost instantly with arousal; if you weren’t hard already you were now. How did this guy know exactly what buttons to push? If he was even doing it on purpose, but something told you he was. That instinct that somehow you must know who this was only grew as the moments passed, but still you couldn’t put the pieces together. All you could do was listen and pull it on as instructed, but not before taking off the t-shirt you’d been wearing. It swamped you with its massive size, making you feel a little ridiculous. After all, as hot as this guy was, why had you actually listened to someone you didn’t know? Logically you should just chuck the dude out and get on with your day relaxing, at the very least it’d be a funny if somewhat embarrassing story to tell your boyfriend Jackson-

A dawning realisation set in as you looked up at the man’s smirking face. MY smirking face. That brief moment had finally slotted everything into place as impossible as it all was. The casual way I spoke as if I knew you; the way I knew what buttons of yours to push to drive you a little crazy; even the body was as perfect to your tastes as it could get. But then you were still left with one question. If you were right and it was me, just how had I changed into this guy? It wasn’t like magic or anything we wrote about was actually true, just a horny fantasy…

“You haven’t even noticed have you? I was surprised with how little feeling there was to the whole thing too.” I said with a knowing smile. “I know you’ve worked it out, you know who I am now. Took you long enough.”

You nodded. “Jackson. But how- why- I thought you were-”

I stepped forwards and pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you. “It’s your birthday, don’t question the how or the why, just enjoy it. I took a couple days off to spend it with my favourite person and surprise you, it was too good not to when I found these clothes.”

The clothes, of course! In the mixture of shock at my identity and the still lingering arousal, it’d been easy to forget what I’d asked you to do. Put on something from a selection that was way, way too large. Only, now it was back in the front of your mind it didn’t feel anywhere close to as large as it had a moment ago. Had you imagined it, or had you…?

“Holy shit.”

I watched in amusement as you looked down at your body and realised what’d happened. You’d grown massively to put it lightly in both weight and height, enough so you were far wider and only an inch shorter than me where I currently stood at 6’3. You had muscle on top of muscle, all going to work making the jersey fit perfectly over your now huge form. It felt incredible too; you’d been working out at home for a little while now, but gains as big as these took a lifetime to put together. Now you had them in seconds and you hadn’t even felt it happen.

“How the hell-?” You started, but paused and grabbed your throat when you heard your voice. Not only deeper now, but also with a distinctly American accent you hadn’t noticed at first. “Why do I sound American??”

I chuckled. “Well, it is an American Football jersey, can’t be that shocking that it makes you American too.” 

You nodded. It made sense, though it was still weird to hear your own voice now so different from how it usually was. All of this was weird if you were honest with yourself, but then again it was incredible too. You hadn’t been expecting anything close to this to happen today; least of all me somehow finding a way to actually transform both of us after driving all the way over here to see you. 

“How did you do it anyway?” You asked a moment later once you’d stopped staring at your new body. “I didn’t think this was even possible, as much as we’ve always wished it was.”

I shrugged. “Some website an anonymous user sent me a link to last week. I was sceptical at first obviously, but after some proper digging and a cheap test it actually worked out. I could have told you yeah, but isn’t it more fun to have you find out like this?” I smirked. “A hot Daddy showing up at your door and dazzling you? Too good of an opportunity to resist.”

“A test?” You asked as the curiosity over that little detail piqued your interest. “Did you happen to take any pictures?”

I already had my phone in my hand before you could finish the sentence. It only took a second or two for me to find what I wanted, the pictures I’d taken of myself were still the most recent ones in there. I opened up the first one then handed my phone over, letting you take a look at the first guy I’d become for my test.

“I picked those because I wasn’t sure what would happen honestly.” I said as I peered over your shoulder at the photo. “The website doesn’t have any descriptions of how you’ll look after putting each item on, so it’s sort of a gamble that you can guess right. Shorts like that I was expecting something more like a twink with a fat ass, so I was pleasantly surprised to find myself looking like that. Spent a while lazing around the house just like that since family were all away. That roleplay we were doing at the weekend? Yeah, I looked like that pretty much the whole time we were doing it.”

“That’s crazy.” You handed me back my phone, then glanced back at the pile of clothes I’d laid out for you. Now you knew what they were and what they could do your mind was racing with possibilities. “So all that stuff will turn us into someone that matches the clothes huh? Didn’t think about becoming a black dude like Ched then?” You grinned cheekily at me, knowing full well what I was like.

I laughed, then joined you in looking at the range of clothing. “Bold of you to assume there isn’t more than one thing that pile that I’m hoping does that exact thing. But this day isn’t about me, it’s about you. We’ve got plenty of time to try out other stuff, so it’s whatever you want us to do.”

I waited for a few moments as you thought about things. There was a huge amount of potential here, even if it was somewhat random, so where could you start? Did you want to stay as this massive American stud, or become someone else? That was a good question, and one you thought you had an answer for…

“Could I be you? The Daddy that is. You’re just so… Fuck.” 

I laughed, then unzipped my leather jacket. “I had a feeling you’d ask that, I knew you’d want to be in this body as soon as I saw it, pretty fitting of the t-shirt eh?” 

As I took the jacket off, you got a good look at the item in question that I was implying was the source of this particular change. A green t-shirt with the words ‘Dad in the streets. Daddy in the sheets.’ branded in bold letters across the front of it. That too then got pulled off to reveal a hairy, muscular chest and broad shoulders, the perfect body in your eyes. Once it was all off I tossed the t-shirt at your handsome face as I shrunk back down to my usual self, leaving me standing in a pair of slightly too large jeans. 

“You’ve got to cum whilst wearing something to make yourself able to take it off without changing.” I said as a way of explanation to my reverted body. “Only way back after that is to wear another item and change again, then let that wear off and you’ll be back to normal.”

The second you took the jersey off and slipped the t-shirt on you’d changed. It was honestly still shocking with all the testing I’d done how instantaneous and seamless the whole change was. One moment you were pulling the t-shirt over your head and the next it fit snugly over the handsome older form of the man I’d driven here as. I get to watch as for a few moments you admired your new self, flexing and grinning as you checked out a reflection that finally matched how you’d always wanted to be.

“Now that’s fucking incredible, holy shit.” You said in a voice that was eerily familiar considering it’d been mine moments ago. “Like woah, if I thought I was hard looking at you in this body I’m even harder now being in it myself!”

I laughed and came over to press myself against your side. With the height that body had you were taller than me now, which was odd and arousing all at the same time. You almost instantly wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled us so we were facing each other, me looking up at your now taller self. 

“Like your birthday present then Daddy?” I said with a look of mischief and fake innocence in my eyes.

The low growl you let out was almost hungry sounding in its arousal. “Oh I do boy, more than you can ever know. I’m in two minds to bend you over and fuck your ass right now, but I want to get you into a perfect body too before anything else.”

I blushed as you held me in your arms. Of course you would think about something like that, making sure I was enjoying myself too. So I got to watch as moments later you went and flicked through the stack of clothes I’d dumped out, discarding things seemingly at random before you settled on something and came back to me. A black  jockstrap held up in your hands, along with a dark baseball cap.

“My best guess is these two. And if I’m right it should do what I want it to do to you.” You said as you held them out for me to take.

As it turned out when I stripped and pulled them both on a few seconds later, your guess was exactly right. The jockstrap first had blown up my muscles until I was some classically handsome blond jock, clean shaven and like I’d walked off of a fashion show. It made sense given branded jockstrap underwear that I would end up something like this to you, but this was only stage one. The second, more important one came with the next item, the hat. I hadn’t noticed what you had about it before I pulled it on, the dark, curly hair stuck on the inside. Things felt odd as the magic woven into both items fought together for a split second before settling into the exact form you’d wanted me to be in.

A rich dark tone had settled over my skin when I looked down at my finished body. Together the two items had merged the individual transformations they would have given into one, making me not only black because of the cap, but also buff as hell thanks to the jockstrap. I was stud, and you couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for pulling it off so well.

“Like it?” You asked, not that you needed to as I flexed and admired my almost naked body in your living room mirror. 

I nodded, then turned back to you and smiled widely. “You don’t even need to ask that question Daddy, you know I do.” I winked as I called you Daddy, that wasn’t going to stop anytime soon with how you currently looked. “Though I think I’ll need to borrow some clothes if we’re to carry on with the rest of the day I’ve got planned. Thought we’d go out and do some fun things in these bodies, maybe shopping being the first one of those?”

“Yeah, I’ve probably got one or two things around that can fit you if nothing else does. Just about anyway with how big you are.” I could see the hint of arousal in your eyes as you took a good long look, both enjoying the view as I showed off my new self and sizing me up for what you had around the house. “Wanna go look, then we can get going? Assuming you’ll drive of course.”

I nodded. “Yeah, sounds good to me.” I grabbed your hand and let you lead me towards the stairs. “Everything is on me today for your special day Daddy, not every day a man turns 40 now is it?”

“Keep up like that and we’ll never make it out of the house, I want to at least see what you’ve got planned before we spend the rest of the day fucking and keeping ourselves into these bodies.”

I laughed as we ran up the stairs. Oh what a good idea this had all been.

~~~

“Enjoying yourself there Daddy?” I asked with a smirk as I watched you bounce your pecs. “I think that’s a yes?”

“You bet your ass it’s a yes.” You said as you returned my smirk with one of your own. “Don’t think I’ve ever had more fun on a birthday than I have today.”

I smiled. After picking bodies we wanted to spend the day in, we'd gone out shopping, then you’d taken me to your favourite restaurant to eat which is where we were now. You’d thrived in the body I’d given you, really coming out of your slightly nervous shell to embrace the Daddy you now looked and felt like. Your 20th birthday had rapidly turned into a 40th birthday celebration, or that’s what we’d told the server that gave you a free drink and dessert with the meal. I could see the thrill in your eyes when you told them your age as you casually explained you were out for a birthday meal with your boyfriend since it was such a big day. You’d loved getting to drop an age like that as yours so easily and believably, and I’d loved watching you enjoy yourself so much.

“I take it you’ll be going to jerk off in the bathroom before we leave? Family away for long enough I’m sure you can enjoy that body for a good long while until you’ve got to go back.” I said as I watched the glint in your eye.

You nodded. “Read my mind honestly.” I raised an eyebrow as you leaned over the table towards me almost conspiratorially to whisper something. “You did miss out on one thing though. I was thinking we’d both jerk off in the bathroom before we leave and stay this way until we wear something else.”

“Yes.” I said instantly. “Oh god, yes that’s a great idea.”

“Then what’re we waiting for? Let’s get on with it.” You said as you pushed your chair out and stood up. 

I grinned then took your hand, letting you pull be off inside towards the restaurant bathrooms. As we walked I wondered in the back of my mind if that W&D clothing website had anything stronger to make these changes as permanent as possible? Maybe we could really become these two hunks we currently were, but that might be a surprise for another day…

[catton346]

Silent Majority

Im tired of blue dots like you messing shit up for us, the silent majority. That's right the majority. You might think youre "morally right" or whatever with your civil rights but that ends right here and right now bubba. No more grindr hookups, no more bottoming, no more of this clean shaven twink act. No. Im gonna make you the man you were born to be. Youre gonna be a womanizer, a breeder, real man's man. You can try to fight it all your want, you can try to stop it but look at how thick and heavy youre getting. Look at the hair creeping down yours arms. What? You think you cant be a country boy like me? Thats funny! Theres only one major difference between you an me: I embrace being a man and while you pretend youre not one. But youve got a cock, and by the way you cant stop rubbing it I bet its already hanging lower now, bet your foreskin has already regrown. Since you reach maturity I bet youve wanted to bury that cock deep in some pussy but your gay little brain told you not to. But im here to let you free. Im here to make you the man you were born to be. Trying to fight it? That's cute. Why dont you rub your head? Where did your twinky long locks go? They fell out. all that testosterone in your system now. You should see your beard. What do you mean what beard? Feel your face. Feel that long beard, your pride as a man, your mane. Bet chicks love it. They love your thick beard as your pound your cock deep into them, impregnate them, and make them carry your kids. What do you mean youd never do it? You already have. Look at you! thick, blue collar daddy, with a beard and a cock desperate for pussy. Youll never be able to play the twink now and I dont think youll want to anymore. Yeah thats it. give in. get sleepy. When you wake up youll be nothing but a pussy hound, just like you were meant to be.

[b0dyshaper]

Through a Straighter Lens

Jay was a scrawny, gay guy just trying to become an influencer. He had a passion for fashion and wanted the whole world to see. His boyfriend supported him 100% and even bought him some filming equipment, which included a new phone to replace his old one with a shitty camera!

He’d already booted & set it up, now all that was missing was for him to take some pictures to post on instagram.

Huh that’s weird, he thought. He couldn’t find the regular camera app anywhere, and it wasn’t on the App Store for some reason. The only thing similar he found in his apps was a weird app with a black and white striped icon called “STRAIGHTER LENS” so he opened it up and it was… well, weird.

It was a camera app, and thee background did look like what was behind him but, the guy holding the phone wasn’t Jay. He was muscular, taller, and… just bigger in all aspects. Not to mention the guy was basically naked with his boxers stretched to the max. Even weirder, it seemed like the clothes Jay was wearing were scattered on the floor, all torn…

Jay simply thought, What a weird camera app, at least the guy is hot, let me take a pic to remember him…

CLICK, SNAP—

In a split second, blinding light filled Jay’s vision, and when he finally got his sight back, he looked down to find his tiny, young body had suddenly become that of the guy in the picture’s. Like a prophecy that had come to pass, it was all like in the app, his clothes were ripped to shreds by his own body tripling in size.

He was scared, terrified even, but when he looked up into the mirror and saw himself… he just couldn’t help but flex. This new boy was so perfect in every way! He was sure his boyfriend CHICKS would love it to

Yea, he was gonna get so much fuckin’ pussy—

Wait huh..? What was he saying he didn’t like girls…

With guns like these he could totally just pick one up and eat her out while standing!

N-No… That’s all wrong…

Plus, no girl could resist that 12 incher he was packing, they always say it won’t fit and yet he makes it!

no…

…

And suddenly, Jay was no make.

Only Jake remained, he’d already blocked his ‘boyfriend’ and was now searching for some clothes that’d actually fit his new physique to go pick up a girl to breed.

[bodyhopper-files-deactivated202]

Just like that.

“Uhh... Where did my pizza go?” Ethan asked his roommate, Alex.

"What pizza?" Alex replied, "Don't you remember? You've been eating chicken, broccoli, and rice all week; it's all meal prepped for you.”

"Oh yeah," Ethan said, dazed, "Chicken, broccoli and rice..."

Just like that, perfectly stacked rows of meal-prepped containers materialized in the fridge where the pizza used to be.

"Damn, you're getting dumb, bro," Alex chuckled, "But all that clean eating has you looking good. Look at you! You're looking like a Greek god now that you've been working out all day instead of going to class. And damn, bro, that ass!" 

Just like that, Ethan's body began to transform. He blushed as he stared down at his tight glutes becoming perfectly full and round in his white briefs. He became taller and his body expanded all over with Adonis-like muscles.

"Uhh... yeah, bro," Ethan said softly, "I'm getting so dumb..."

"You ever consider getting some ink, bro?" Alex asked idly.

Just like that, intricate tattoos decorated Ethan's arms and legs. It gave him a sexy and edgy look he would never have chosen for himself.

"Now stop thinking about pizza and start sucking my dick," Alex commanded.

Just like that, Ethan shut the fridge door and his eyes took on a slutty gleam as he got to work on his roommate's cock.

[marcoh1234]

The Magic of Chat Rooms

Guy’s Help Chat Room - Branson University

Kevin0403: Hey guys, can I ask you something?

Paddy7491: Yeah!

Chris3882: Sure!

Kevin0403: So, it’s about my college roommate. I was paired up with a jock, and he’s so messy and smelly. I’ve tried to change rooms, but they aren’t accepting it. What can I do?

Damon0397: Leave the school.

Neil5018: Give him some actual f****n’ advice, Damon!

Tony7273: Have you tried just swapping with another student, outside of the residential living office?

Kevin0403: They won’t allow that either.

Chris3882: Man, that sucks.

Damon0397: Why don’t you try being a bit more like your roommate?

Paddy7491: Really, bro!?

Tony7273: It’s actually not a half-bad idea.

Kevin0403: I mean, I guess I could do that, but I’m such a neat freak, and George, well, he’s George.

Neil5018: We can help you out with that, isn’t that right, boys?

Paddy7491: Yeah!

Chris3882: Yeah!

Damon0397: Yeah!

Tony7273: So, first things first, let’s start off small. He’s smelly, so you should be smelly too.

Kevin0403: What the f**k happened!? My pits reek now!

Chris3882: You probably forgot to shower last night, dude.

Paddy7491: Now that you’re smelly, let’s get you a bit messy, but not too literally.

Kevin0403: Haha, very funny, guys. Do any of you have actual tips for me?

Damon0397: I think if you got some abs, then George might wanna actually hang out with you.

Kevin0403: I can certainly try, but I don’t like to work- Holy s**t! I have a six-pack now! What the f**k is going on here!?

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

Kevin0403: Guys, something is seriously f****d up here!? Can you guys leave the chat?

Tony7273: No, Kevin, we can’t. We’re not done changing you yet.

Neil5018: I think George might want some nice and juicy pecs to rest on his head before he goes out to party and bang some chicks.

Kevin0403: But George isn’t even- S**T! It happened again, guys! Why the f**k are my pecs so big!

Paddy7491: We already told you, brah!

Damon0397: And you definitely need some big strong arms to hold George when he’s upset and crying.

Kevin0403: I have never seen that man upset once in my life, even after he lost a game! OMFG, stop it guys! I don’t wanna be a jock like George! I just wanted some tips to deal with him!

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

Kevin0403: I yanked my power cord out of the wall and the screen still didn’t f****n’ go away!

Chris3882: Just give in to the changes, Kevin. You’re becoming the jock you’re always meant to be.

Tony7273: Yeah, and jocks need big strong legs no matter what sport they play.

Paddy7491: I think George plays football. It’d be so cool if you guys played together!

Kevin0403: No it most certainly would not! But you f****n’ weirdos already made my leg muscles inflate!

Neil5018: And now for every guy’s favorite body part! A jock has to have a big dick, right?

Chris3882: Yeah!

Tony7273: Yeah!

Kevin0403: Well, uh, I guess I wouldn’t mind my dick getting a bit bigger. But everything else you’re doing to me is so f****d up, guys!

Damon0397: No, it really isn’t, Kevin. Now that you have the muscles of a jock, let’s finish turning you into a jock physically.

Kevin0403: Does this magic or whatever s**t you’re doing to me work when it’s not specific? Yeah, it does, because now I don’t have any fuckin’ acne, my hair’s a different color and cut much shorter, and my back is straighter!

Chris3882: See, we didn’t want you to get scoliosis, brah!

Tony7273: Jocks don’t usually wear button-downs or suits either, unless they’re going to a game. But since you’re in your bedroom or someplace, but not on the field, let’s get you into some jock clothes.

Kevin0403: Why the f**k does my wardrobe need to change! It was perfectly fine before! S**t, now I have on a t-shirt and some athletic shorts! Thanks, guys.

Neil5018: No problem, brah! And when you don’t need to put a shirt and pants on, jocks love to lounge around in their boxers.

Kevin0403: But I’m a briefs guy! And there my f****n’ clothes go! It feels so f****n’ weird just sitting here in my boxers.

Paddy7491: You just need to get used to it, Kevin. You’re a jock now. And now it’s time for the really fun stuff. Jocks love to have sex, brah, so it makes sense you have a high libido, Kevin.

Kevin0403: I have a perfectly fine libido, thank you very much. F**k, I’m so f****n’ horny, I need to jerk off right now!

Neil5018: That’s a good jock, Kevin. Just keep stroking your dick as we finish transforming you into a jock.

Tony7273: Of course, jocks aren’t usually smart. Yeah, some are, but it’s so much more fun when jocks are dumb, just like you are!

Kevin0403: No, I worked so hard to get into this college and get my degree! But, yeah, brahs, it, like, feels so much f****n’ better to just sit back and jerk my dick and not have to worry about, like, any tests or quizzes or homework.

Chris3882: Almost there, Kevin, you’re almost there!

Paddy7491: Sweet, brah! You know, jocks love to flex and show off their muscles to their bros and hot chicks.

Kevin0403: I mean, I have the muscles now, but do jocks normally do that? Man, it feels so f****n’ natural to flex and show off my guns!

Damon0397: Yeah, jocks love to do that, brah! And the last part of being a jock is loving being with your fellow jock bros. Whenever you’re around George or any jocks on campus, you’ll flex with them and act just like a bro should around other bros.

Kevin0403: Like, yeah, man, I’m not gonna f****n’ talk about Euclidean geometry around my brahs! Like, they only care about how many pussies I smashed and how many n00bs I killed in Call of Duty!

Neil5018: Your transformation is finally complete, Kevin. I hoped we all solved your problem!

Kevin0403: Yeah you did! George just texted me to come flex with him and some of the bros in the quad while all the chicks are out!

Kevin0403 has left the chat.

Neil5018 has left the chat.

Damon0397 has left the chat.

Chris3882 has left the chat.

Tony7273 has left the chat.

Paddy7491 has left the chat.

[next-gen-men]

Wish Upon a Rainbow - The Cabin

Want to know what Andy has wished for? Check out the master post here!

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Grunting as he rolled over on his side, Thomas swung his legs over the side of the bed. There was the heavy sound of his feet landing on the hardwood floor, and the massive mountain of a man pushed his broad body to an upright position. He could catch the whiff of breakfast being made in the kitchen downstairs. His eyes glanced around the room to take in sight of the empty mattress beside him, with clear imprints of other bodies from the night before. The grizzled man rubbed at his facial hair, rumbling softly in amusement as he thought about the events from the night before. It was still fresh in his mind, but then again, he always looked forward to the weekend getaways at his cabin in the woods. It was one of the weekends when his lovers helped make him feel young again. Brushing aside the sleep from his eyes, the silver fox reached down to grab his discarded underwear. A quick whiff of his manly musk, and Thomas was stretching the strained fabric wide so he could slip his steel pillar-sized thighs into the holes. The older man didn’t bother dressing himself the rest of the way; the clothes were just going to be ripped off anyway.

Thomas thumped his way down the stairs, his broad shoulder brushing against the metal railings of the spiral staircase as he peered down to see the rest of the cabin. His eyes landed on Warren cooking up a storm in the kitchen, the other man seeming like an absolute delight in his element. He loved how cute his husband was when he got into the kitchen, as Warren loved to show off his culinary skills. Making his way over towards the bodybuilder, he leaned in to steal a kiss on the lips. “Morning, handsome. Where’s the rest of them?” he mused as he wrapped his arms around the other’s hairy chest. Giving him a gentle squeeze and a grope of those meaty pecs, Thomas grinned as he felt Warren let out an involuntary grunt of arousal.

“Out on the porch. They wanted to take the boy out for another spin before breakfast. Something about working up an appetite or so. I let them have it so long as they gave us some time with him later in the hot tub,” Warren mused as he nodded his head toward the glass door leading out to the porch. The beefy, hairy hunk of a man let his head rest on Thomas’ shoulder for a moment, his eyes fluttering shut in the comfort of his husband’s arms. It wasn’t until there was the soft crackle and pop of the eggs in the pan that he pulled away to focus back on the hearty breakfast he was making. With a group of four beefy bodybuilders, they all needed a fair amount of food to keep up all that bulk and heft that they loved.

Thomas smiled at the idea of his husband playing around with the young boy in the hot tub out back. One of the things Jeremy had suggested the two couples try for the weekend was to bring along a little toy. It had seemed like such a silly idea, as they were all far too old to be messing around with someone so young and small. They were all practically old enough to be his father, after all. But the moment they laid eyes on him, with his slim, slender frame, plump lips, and an even plumper ass to drive their fat cocks into, all the men agreed this was a welcome addition to their annual trip. Stealing a piece of bacon from the plate, Thomas made his way towards the outdoor porch to see what Jeremy and Bryan were up to with the boy. It was about time to call them back in to eat breakfast anyway.

Pulling open the glass door, Thomas walked out to see the other couple having their way with the young man. In his older age, the grizzled, silver-haired man couldn’t even remember who they decided to bring along. It was something with an A, but he figured Warren would tell him later in private. Then again, it seemed like the young man would respond to anything, like “boy” or “slut” or “bottom,” so Thomas wasn’t too pressed about learning the specifics. He leaned against the open door frame as he took in the view of the other two hunks going to town on their plaything, though.

Jeremy and Bryan had positioned themselves in an Eiffel Tower position, with the other man stuck between their flexed, tree trunk-like legs. Even from where Thomas was standing, he could practically see the veins and bulges of muscles. The other couple was heavily making out with each other, their kisses wet and sloppy as they savored the taste. It was honestly romantic seeing them so devoted to each other like this. Between the four of them, they really filled the role of the sweet, romantic types. Perhaps it was just something that they had always been craving from a young age. Still, both of them could also really lose themselves in the moment, as seen by their deep and unrelenting thrusts into the boy’s stretched-out holes. Taking in four monster cocks for a weekend couldn’t have been easy, but Jeremy and Bryan didn’t seem to mind pushing him to his limits. With one cock rammed down the younger man’s throat and the other plugging up his used-and-abused, puckered entrance, there was no way for the bottom to really get their attention to let him breathe, even if he wanted it.

Thomas admired the sight for a few more moments before he decided to relent and give the young boy some respite. Of course, at breakfast, he was going to have to kneel under the table and worship all four of their cocks. And the older man selfishly wanted the boy awake enough to bounce comfortably on his husband’s cock later in the tub. Passing out now would do them all a disservice. “Alright, boys. Finish up here. Warren’s about done with breakfast. I’m not gonna wait if you take too long,” he called out. Getting two thumbs up from the other couple, the older man turned to move back inside the cabin when his eyes caught the glow of a phone screen.

On one of the side glass tables, next to where the three men were on the outdoor sectional lounge couch, was a clump of clothes and a phone. From the size of the clothes and the unfamiliar screen, it seemed like it belonged to the twunk they dragged up for the weekend. The older man didn’t exactly mean to take a peek, but two notifications lit up the screen, prompting him to read them. Someone named ‘Rachel’ had sent over a new message, saying:

hope you’re enjoying your trip with your hometown friends! lmk when you’re back from your annual cabin trip so we can go shopping for my sister’s wedding.

Behind the notification was an image of the young man with four other boys around his age. Thomas smiled at the sight of the boy having people his age that he was friends with. It seemed like they were close, based on the lock screen photo. Surprisingly, he could see a similar visage in one of the young men if he were forty years younger. If anything, Thomas looked more like a dad to those boys in the photo.

The other notification was from the boy’s calendar, reminding him that today was Father’s Day. Thomas smirked as he turned his gaze away, moving back into the wooden cabin. In a way, the boy was certainly doing his own way of celebrating Father’s Day. It just so happened that he had four daddies to service for the rest of the trip, and the beefy bodybuilders would make sure that they enjoyed the holiday to the fullest.

happy father's day for the daddies out there! i had a story request for a silver fox tf as well, but i seem to have lost it, so this story is in replacement for the anon's request ^^

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this is how you woke up in this morning. what’s the first thing you do?