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When the County Mountie doesn’t know what the cop looks like or who his prisoner is. Over power the cop take his uniform and swap places
Awesome Bootlust video showing a booted cop being taken down by a street kid. How humiliating!!!!
Plot twist and they are now wearing our uniforms
Evil crazy twin takes good twin clothes down to his birthday suit
Help Fitting In
I was invited to UK to go to a friend's wedding. This was NOT my normal run-of-the-mill wedding where I wear suits or a tuxedo or a morning coat, this is a lot more laid back.
My friend John moved over the UK for his his job he's loving every bit of it. Matter of fact you found that special someone and they are get married and settle down.
My friend John is very adventurous and hangs out with amazing group of guys.
John is the one on the right in the cap as British boyfriend who's sweet as can be on the left.
And judging by what they're wearing you can see what the dress code for the wedding will be.
I'm your typical young businessman from the states. I have that innocent boy next door face. Also bit on the larger size and build. And growing facial hair is not my strong suit. It would take me to forever just to grow stubble.
John told me t-shirt, black jeans and a leather jacket will work just fine to blend in but I look more like I fall out of 50s movie.
I didn't feel like I exactly fit in. All their friends there are lean and trim deck out and all their gear. Finally trim hair and beards.
I try to pull myself off as tough as possible but it's just not working. I felt so out of place. I was there a few days before the wedding hanging out with the guys and John, but I was feeling uncomfortable.
It wasn't his friends, they where Awesome. it's just I wasn't dressed appropriately and I just wouldn't look right the way I was dressed. The thought was there but that was about it.
The day before the wedding. We're in the back room of a pub celebrating .John finally confronted me.
What's wrong man?
It's not.... Your friends are great, just so amazing I made a really great conversation with them all. My problem is I feel like I don't fit in. Everyone so fit and trim haircut short facial hair. And they look amazing in thier leather gear.
I'm a businessman who wear suits to work everyday with carefully groomed hair. I can't grow facial hair if I tried. Accounting compared to most of these guys they weigh about 50 lb more.
John smiled and said, I understand. You did seem quite uncomfortable and you're looking at them all and you're standing there.
Come on John, I look like it fell out of a 50s movie.
He smiled at me and said I understand everything I'll see what I can do to make you feel more comfortable.
It saw John go talk to his other half. Explain to him how I felt like I just didn't fit. They both disappeared for a little bit. About an hour later John shows up again. He's holding a glass and hands it to me it looks like a shot. Is glass look different than mine .
Cheers mate. And I down the shot.
I don't know what was in there but it had quite a kick in my head was spinning.
Little while later I asked him what was in that shot I feel so weird.
He goes to me it's something to make you feel more comfortable.
And he took me by the arm and walk me to the back room.
I remember this guy, he was sitting up front at the bar looks like he's out cold.
John points at him. Thus is Bryan,, Do like what you see? You like what he's wearing.
Yes it very nice. Why do you ask?
You'll be wearing all that soon.
I look at Bryan and I look at my friend John. I don't know what you're saying. Besides I'll never fit into his gear. Is a bit taller and a lot leaner than I am.
John smiled and laughed. I know you won't fit in is gear the way you are now. It all comes down to that shot I gave you a little while ago.
What's the shot have to do with it. Speaking of it I feel funny what was that shot.
Bryan wasn't invited to the wedding. He a new customer here. We're going to strip him of his gear.
I said his gear will not fit me.
Slow down mate I haven't finished yet. I get you to strip you of all your clothes and I'm going to swap your bodies. You'll come to the wedding in Bryan's Body and all his gear and you'll fit in perfectly. We'll keep him out cold for a couple days and your body or you have fun in his.
You blend in with all my friends and I think you'll feel a lot more comfortable. I take your clothes off cuz there's no going back now.
Even the two of us had a hard time getting all Brian's clothes off skin tight leather clothes is not easy to remove. And his boots were probably custom-made to fit in perfectly.
His beautiful naked body just sitting there helplessly ready for me to take it.
They put another chair next to him and I sat down there completely naked
I could picture somebody walking in. A naked Brit sitting next to a naked guy from the states.
John took off his leather gloves and asked me if I was prepared.
I don't know what you're going to do, but I'm ready as ever I ever will be.
John made two fists, pushing one into my chest and one into Bryan's. It was weird it didn't hurt but it felt like he was fishing around for something. Then I could tell he was able to grab onto something in both of us.
Slowly he started pulling his hands out. Whatever he had ahold of inside of me as he was pulling it out I could feel myself passing out. Small portion of his hand was out and I see a glowing orb type thing in his hand.
He smiles and says I have your essence. I going to swap it with Bryan's. And for the rest of the wedding you'll be in his body. You'll fit right in and feel a lot more comfortable.
As soon as the orb with pull for my chest I blacked out. My life was in John's hand.
He pushed Bryan's orb into my to the my body's chest. Then using both hands he pushed my orb into Bryan's Body.
When I started coming around I found that he already had Bryan who's now in my body fully dressed.
John, oh good you're starting to come around.
I could explain to you the amazing feeling of being in someone else's body. Taller, slimmer, but quite muscular in tone.
I looked at John as I caress the body I was in I couldn't believe it. I said It felt amazing being in a lighter body. Then I started laughing cuz I had a British accent.
John looked at me. He would have dressed me first but it took two of us just to get the gear off Bryan's body. I think it'd be easier if you dressed yourself and I'll just assist you.
I spent the rest of the night fitting perfectly in. I didn't feel like an outsider. I still had a hard time not laughing because of my accent.
I had an amazing night sleep. I had to sleep in the nude cuz of this amazing body. Was also weird across the room from me was my own body sleeping, drugged out cold for the next few days.
This is the picture of me before the wedding.
I could kind of get used to this. But I do have my life and my job back across in the states. I wonder how Bryan would feel to find out some Yankees is in his body and wearing his gear.
John asked me, do I want to change after the wedding or wait a few days.
I suggested maybe tomorrow evening that gives me a little more time to get back to used to my own body before heading back home.
Maybe a few days of adventurous somebody else. Who is think I'm some bloke from the states. But I did have fun. And it was an amazing body to have a chance to use it.
John made sure I had safe passage back into my own body and getting Bryan back into his.
And yes it was quite tricky getting him back into his clothes since they were so skin tight.
I don't know what happened when he came to cuz I was already on my flight home.
I mean he was out for a couple days. Next thing he knew it was Sunday night. Where did the weekend go it was Thursday when he was out drinking.
When I got home, I unpacked and I started going to the pictures on my phone. If people only knew I was the redheaded Irish dude in all the leather gear right there.
Career Change
I have been working in this auto repair shop on and off since high school. When I could work through college. But it's time I use my degree and get a job in one of the big city offices.
My boss knew I was not cut out to stay working on cars and trucks. I needed to get a different job. And he supported me.
I even had a roll change kit as a gift. I just needed the right guy to drive in.
One night. I was finishing up. Clean the shop.
Only person their when this guy comes in.
His check engine light has been on for a few hours. His car is acting weird.
He telling me I have to fix it tonight. He had a had a job interview tomorrow. And he still has a few hours of driving.
He is starting to bug me as I check out his car. I am hooking up the computer to see why the check engine light came on in the first place.
I relaxed him. I asked about the job he is interviewing for and the company. I asked him about college.
Seems we had a bit in common.
He is interviewing for my dream job.
I found the trouble. As I looked at him. He me. Or I should be him really be him.
He talked as I worked. I went to my locker and pulled out the career change kit. He wasn't paying attention to me, really.
I loaded the syringe.
I bumped into him a few times for a reason. So when I made my move. He wouldn't know it.
Right through his pants into his glut.
The needle is so fine on the syringe that he didn't feel it go in, and I injected him.
He just froze in place. I know it's working. He finally stopped talking and the blank look on his face.
I checked him out. He was mine.
First you will not need this suit. I will need it. And stripped him naked. And stripped myself and cleared myself up.
I pulled the career swap kit. He is going to replace me in the shop. As I leave here
I hooked ysus up. Giving him my knowledge on auto repair. Making him think he me. As I take his knowledge and become moe him.
I got dressed in his suit. Damm, I look amazing. His suit fits perfectly. And I clean up rally well.
I dressed him in my dirty coveralls. As his mine was being rewritten.
He snapped out of it, thinking he was the mechanic. Telling me the repair all done.
I already knew that.
He didn't even look at me twice. Know nothing a swap had been made.
I think I look more professional than he did. The suit looked amazing on me. And he had others in the car.
I stepped from be a grease monkey to a young man headed to a job interview as an executive.
Seeing my reflection as the new me.
I do think I look better than him.
I paid him and drove out. I had a job Interview tomorrow.
Rent-a-Cop: Advancing Self-Interest
So I cannot find the coyote-r version of the post, but I do remember that in the first part, it ended with the sneaky officer that sided with the city's mafia in control of the machine and planned to use it to help the mafia, with some benefit as the payment. So I picked it up from there. Enjoy this spin-off and do tell me if you want to see more of this!
After adjusting all the active officer in the night shift as his minions, Officer Noah Bartlett stepped out from the machine after upgrading himself to Captain Noah Bartlett.
Aside from rank, he also upgraded his physique and age, but he doesn't have the interest to become as old as his original captain so he instead made himself the youngest captain across NYPD.
"Hmmm....should I put on my shirt first or should I release them first?"
He looks at his muscle, admiring the pencil-thick vein that run across his arm as he flexes. Yup, he's going shirtless. There's nothing to be ashamed off and besides, he's more superior than those thugs despite not wearing his uniform
"Better than them, always,"
So he strut from the investigation room where the machine is based and head to the holding cell. Earlier today, he ordered the actual captain to made some phone call and an unusual request. 9 inmates, all related to the Italian mobster, released from the maximum state penitentiary to be held in the police precinct holding cell. The prison warden asked no questions and simply followed the order because Captain Whitehall sternly asked for the transfer and mentioned something about classified mission from the DA. So now, inside the holding cell, 9 criminals in their grey jumpsuit awaiting their fate
"Well boys, good evening, how's the chabge of scenery?"
"Just cut straight to the chase. What do you want, pig?"
"I want you to watch this,"
And he simply thrown a phone with video on pause shown in the screen. The inmates played the video and they all are stunned beyond belief upon watching the video. The runty officer, becomes burly and towered at almost 7' tall when at the same exact place, 1 minute before, he merely reached 6'
"What is this supposed to mean?"
"Your boss thanked all of you for your service and loyalty. To protect his eldest son, to not rat around and prove your loyalty. So, as a way to thank such remarkable service to the cause, he offered you a chance to start over, in whatever form all of you desired,"
"What?"
"Yes, courtesy of the CIA. Well.....the machine indeed made by CIA, but let's just say your boss cut a deal with me which I could not resist. Hate this rotten pieces of shit anyway, so why not being a rich piece of shit instead?"
And with that, he unlocked the holding cell and all 9 inmates walked out from it. They all followed Bartlett to the room and in alphabetical order, entered the machine
Yet, before that, Bartlett stated several ground rule
"You can watch the change happening from the other side of the investigation room. I ensured that the commanding voice that will affect the transformation process can only be heard inside the investigation room. You will not be affected with the transformation as long as you stayed in that room and to ensure the smoothness of the process, please stay inside there, okay?"
All of the inmates nodded silently. A start to their brand new life is about to begin and they are going to witness all of it in front of their eyes
Inmate #1: Costa, Luke
"New Name: Lucas West. 21 years old blonde frat boy with side job as personal trainer and sponsored fitness influencer. All just a front of his actual night time job as drug supplier to Ivy League and Toronto-Montreal-Ottawa college. Retain memories of old life but totally have no recollection on how he is transformed into his new form. He just remembered that he somehow turned into a brand new man as a second chance to serve his boss further. Antonetti's command can be override by Captain Noah Bartlett anytime,"
Luke West stepped out from the machine and just stood there in confusion. Then, Bartlett commanded him
"Walk out from this room and enter the meeting room three doors on your right. Go put on the clothes there and wait for the others,"
He just nodded and simply walked off from the room. Then, the intercom in the investigation room turned on
"Next,"
Inmate #2: DiNapoli, Jack
"New Name: Adrian Hidalgo. 25 years old. Long black hair that fall right on his shoulder. A total douchebag, short-fused but very good critical thinker. Once joined the military but bailed because insubordination. Fitness instructor in the city biggest gym chain. Helping the Antonetti's strip club business. Retain memories of old life but totally have no recollection on how he is transformed into his new form. He just remembered that he somehow turned into a brand new man as a second chance to serve his boss further. Antonetti's command can be override by Captain Noah Bartlett anytime,"
And just like that, Jack DiNapoli is goje and hereby walked out a brand new man. He looks at the mirror in front of him and started to flex, the one way mirror showing a perfect reflection of his muscular stature
"Fuck I'm so hot,"
"Okay hot shot, now walk the fuck out and head to the meeting room three doors on your right awaiting for your next order,"
Inmate #3: Fisher, Jonah & Inmate #4: Florian, Marius
"New name: Lt. Mark Dewey and Lt. Gunther Hansen. My two trusted right hand man. Make them the same age as they are now. Alter their physique in accordance to this reference picture *insert reference picture* Main task: mess around with the other crime family, capturing their people and handed them over to the machine for processing. Only obeyed Captain Noah Bartlett command,"
As the two newly created police officers walked out from the chamber, Bartlett said
"Go grab your uniform and start the stalking of Luigi Perdomo and his crew. Caught them if deemed safe, bring a squad with you,"
"Sure thing,"
Not even 5 minutes, they sent a picture to Bartlett
"Going to plant the drugs inside this box to frame Perdomo,"
"This asshat are cunning," Bartlett said smirking upon seeing the message, his hand rubbing on the hard-on enveloped by his uniform as he looked at the 5 inmates left waiting for their own set of changes
"Next!"
TBC
Change of Outlook
Drew wasn’t looking forward to his next flight, New York–JFK to LA. These cross-country flights were always so tiring. To make matters worse, the flight was oversold and 2-hours delayed. No doubt the passengers were going to be extra bitchy.
There were a few guys sitting in front of Drew on the train, it was fairly obvious that they were a group of young military guys with their high and tight haircuts, freshly shaven faces, and military-style backpacks. Drew listened in on their conversation, gathering that they were returning from leave on a beach somewhere and heading back to base. He admired how their arms stretched the sleeves of their tees, the shoulders exposed by the one wearing a tank, and the young, thick chests each had. He closed his eyes imaging them shirtless on the beach, thinking of how we would have loved feeling up a body like that. Drew was brought out of his daydreaming as the train stopped and they got off at the stop before him, the train continued on to the next terminal. As the train slowed at his stop, Drew noticed one of the guys had dropped a military insignia pin on the seat, he shrugged and pocketed it on his way out of the train.
As the flight attendant expected, boarding his flight was dreadful. Drew smiled as he was cursed out twice, grimaced at the carried infant screaming in his ear that left an odor of a full diaper in the aisle as the mother walked by, and Drew bit his tongue as a buzzed, middle-aged lady slapped his ass while he was walking back to his seat from his safety demo. Falling back in his seat, he thought back to the military guys. He grew a little hard as he thought of how the young guys were so hot and seemed so carefree! Drew started to buckle in to his seat, as he tightened his lap belt the pin he threw in his pocket poked into his thigh causing a small sting, he shifted to relieve the pressure.
Drew heard the engines wind up as the plane sped down the runway, he noticed a strange sensation in his thighs. He looked down and could swear that his thighs were stretching his pants tighter. As the tingling moved down his legs and up his torso he blurted out “huh?” The nose lifted up for take-off and Drew felt his leg, it definitely felt firmer. The sensation turned more erotic as it rushed over his body, he looked at his arm as his arm hair thinned, creating a smother look.
The plane started to shake, Drew reached for his forearm and felt the near hairless arm becoming firmer, Drew felt a vein pop up and begin snaking up his arm. He moved his hand up to his bicep that was quickly ballooning inside his shirt. “What the fuck, man?!” His hand moved to his expanding, heaving chest, “what the…?!” Drew felt a sucking sensation on his face as his beard retreated into his face. He looks around, “What’s going…” just then the plane shakes hard and his head thrusts back against the bulkhead causing him to blink hard.
As Drew opens his eyes again he’s standing up in a locker room. He looks around and walks forward, hearing the thick clunk of boots hitting the floor. Drew looks down to see military boots and trousers covering his body, and a green shirt plastered on his torso. He sees a meaty chest rising and falling as he breathes in and out. Drew moved to the mirror and sees a very different reflection startling him. He fishes out his phone from his pocket for a picture to confirm what he’s seeing.
Drew felt his shaved, strong jaw and traced the tattoo on his arm. “Dude! This fuckin’ isn’t…” He cleared his throat and tried to say something different, “Fuck, bro, I can’t…” Drew shook his head and noticed how thick his neck looked. His eyes wandered to his chest and he smirked, thinking about what was underneath his shirt. Drew threw off his tee to reveal thick, tatted pecs. A haze started to cover Drew’s mind and his smirk turned into a cocky sneer as he brought his hands behind his head.
Drew heard a voice come up from behind him, “Nice, bro! The chicks at the bar don’t stand a chance tonight!” Drew scoffed and started to turn around “Dude, you know I’m…” he stopped, the guy in the tank being the same from the train. He looked different, though. There wasn’t any lust as Drew looked at him, he just looked like his wingman. Drew chuckled, “…you know I won’t be alone tonight, bro!” His buddy laughed, “Come on, Davis! Still gotta get through the day before you make tonight your bitch!” The man walked back to a locker as Drew did the same.
Dressing in the uniform in his locker, Drew felt a new confidence filling him. He felt invincible and like a complete alpha in the locker room. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out the pin he had threw in earlier, Drew placed it onto his cover. He made his way back to the mirror to snap a quick picture. Drew smirked, thinking of the girls he could fuck that night. “Fuck, man! Let’s do this!”
“He’s such a suck up!” Toby hears two boys beside him taunt as he returns to his desk from being the first to turn in the math test. He was the smallest boy in his class, and smaller than many of the girls. Add that to having a hard time talking to others and being incredibly smart, and you can imagine how much Toby got pushed around and made fun of in school.
The runt sat there waiting for the rest of the class to finish the test, thinking about how miserable the day was. When the two boys returned to their seats from turning in their test, one brushed everything off of Toby’s desk and the other hit his shoulder hard. Toby was on the verge of tears when the classroom door opened, an imposing cop walked in. Toby was mesmerized, the man looked like a giant to him!
Toby felt a pencil hit the side of his head followed by snickering, he sighed – I bet he never gets picked on! The cop sat by the teacher chatting, waiting for his time to talk to the class about keeping out of trouble during the new school year. Toby watched the cop play around on his phone.
The bullied Toby began to feel dizzy. He reached up to steady his head, but his hand and face felt strange. Panicked, Toby looked at his desk and noticed that his calculator had become a smartphone. He picked it up to find a confirmation that a picture of the cop posted online. He felt a new confidence and new thoughts of being the officer fill his mind, he chuckled at the caption. Damn, I don’t remember these desks being this small!
The cop shook his head, No, that can’t be right… I… The teacher introduced Toby, snapping him out of his confusion. The young, commanding officer stepped in front of the room to address the class. In the middle of his presentation, Toby looked over at two boys teasing a smaller kid in the back, reminding him of how shrimpy he was when he was the kid’s age. “HEY!” he gruffly bellowed, making the two bullies stop and snap to attention.
After talking to the kids, he stayed around the parking lot for a few minutes so that drivers would be more mindful of the school zone. He saw the shrimpy kid from earlier walking up the sidewalk. He opened his door and called out to the boy, “Hey! Don’t let them get to you. I was just like you at your age, work hard and one day you may be just like me!” The kid smiled and nodded, heading down the street.
Posting Update
Hey All!
Despite the lack of posting or communicating, I haven’t completely vanished. Just that story we’re all familiar with of life rearranging priorities.
I have a few things in the works, and I’m very excited to say that I’ll post future stories as a contributor on my good friend, Mr. Cavanaugh’s website! I’ll still be around Tumblr and will make posts here when I have a story available on his site.
I look forward to sharing more of the things that get me…. excited, in the near future! In the meantime, don’t forget to peruse Henry’s hot stories on his site. Happy TFing!
-JW
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Better life, Cop life
Recently Eric’s life had been going down the drain. First he left his boyfriend Jake after he discovered Jake was cheating, then he lost his job and to top it off he lost his old apartment. Now he was struggling to find a job while living in an tiny dirt cheap apartment. As he applied for shitty job after job he couldn’t help but wonder what he’d done to deserve this in his life. What kind of cruel universal joke was this?
One of the jobs Eric applied for was at a small clothing shop called “Threads for Life” and they were the first to get back to him about his application. They emailed asking for him to come in for an interview of sorts. Of course Eric accepted. Only weird thing was how close this shop seemed to be to him. It was just down the road from his old apartment and rather close to his current one but he could swear he’d never seen the shop before. He just chalked it up to him being unobservant and forgetful.
On the day of the interview Eric found the shop just where it was said to be and arrived promptly on time looking as best he could. Upon entering he was greeted by a middle aged man who introduced himself as Tony, the owner, before ushering Eric to follow him. Eric expected to be taken immediately to an office of sorts but instead Tony simply walked through the isles of clothing with him while chatting about the shop casually. A lot of the clothes seemed to be paired into a full outfit as if they went together like costumes. Then, finally, they reached a pair cushioned stools to which they sat on.
“Sooo Eric was it? Before I can give you a job. I want to ask you a couple questions.” The owner said
Eric of course agreed to this as questions were standard procedure for any interview…right?
“First question then. What did you want to be when you grew up Eric?”
It was a strange question but Eric still pondered it for a moment. “Well I don’t think I was ever dead set on anything but I remember wanting to be something along the lines of a fireman…or a police officer.”
Tony seemed to be pleased with that answer. “Okay then second question, are you content with the direction your life has gone or would you still like to fulfil that childhood dream.”
Eric chuckled “Well my life hasn’t exactly been going in any sort good direction recently but if you’re asking if I wanna become an officer now then…I just don’t think I have what it takes.” He gestured down at his body. “I’m thin and lanky and to be honest I just don’t think I have the right mindset to be a cop…you know?”
He looked over at Tony as the man smiled before getting up. “I think I can give you a job.” He stated
Eric was surprised when he heard that. All he’d done was answer two silly questions. He inquired to Tony how those questions even mattered but Tony simply told Eric to follow him.
The pair walked back down the isles of outfits. Eric saw a bunch of suits, doctors scrubs, fireman outfits and tradie clothes among others. Weird thing was that as Eric looked at them, he started to notice that they didn’t just look like silly costumes you’d wear to parties but rather like the real deal. The outfits looked as though they belonged to real firemen and real doctors. Even the tradie outfits looked dirty as if they’d been used for actual tradie work.
Tony stopped in front of the police uniforms. Eric was quick to realise how real those looked as well. Had with it real looking badges and a radio, a utility belt and even a body cam by the looks of it.
“Pick one”
“What? Seriously? Just because I told you what I wanted to be when I grew up?” Eric laughed almost amused by what Tony was asking.
“Oh come on…humour me a little. Just pick one…though if I were you I’d pick that one.” The shop owner pointed out a specific uniform across from them. Eric didn’t really see what it’d matter which one he chose as they mostly looked the same anyway.
Eric sighed. “Fine, I pick that one. Now what? Want me to go try it on.” He joked only to met by Tony nodding his head.
“Changing rooms are just over there.”
Eric gave the man a look but decided what the hell. He took the uniform off the rack along with the equipment. Tony then picked up the large black boots and placed them on top of the uniform in Eric’s hands. Eric rolled his eyes as he turned and walked off towards the changing rooms.
He shut the blue curtain behind as he stepped into one of the stalls. It was a fair bit bigger than he’d expected it to be. Eric sat the uniform down on the bench before striping himself down to his boxer briefs. After setting his clothes aside, he began to get dressed in the police uniform. First thing he did was pull on the pants which were rather baggy. He sat down to prevent them from falling as he pulled on the shirt and buttoned it up. After tucking the shirt in he grabbed the utility belt and strapped it around his waist. Lastly Eric slid his feet into the black boots which clearly were a couple sizes too large. With that he Eric stood up and looked in the mirror. He look ridiculous. The uniform was far too big and baggy on him. He slid his hands in the pockets as looked at himself a little more, amused by the uniform, only to realise there was something in one of them. Eric pulled it out to reveal a name tag. It had the name “J. Desmond” engraved on it. Jokingly Eric decided to pin it to his shirt with a laugh.
Eric was then about the start taking the uniform off, not wanting to look stupid stepping out of the changing room, when suddenly he began to feel…weird. A warm pleasurable sensation began flowing through Eric’s body as it started to change. His waist and torso grew larger and wider as two thick pecs formed. His pecs grew larger until they started to strain his shirt slightly. At the same time his hips widened while legs put on incredible amounts of mass growing stronger and more muscular, filling out the pants nicely. Eric groaned a little as his pants even began to feel a little tight while his ass grew larger into a juicy muscular bubble butt straining against the fabric. Meanwhile his arms were pulsing as they too grew bigger with each passing second. It wasn’t long until forearms were thick with muscle while his biceps and triceps were starting to put a strain on his shirt sleeves. Eric’s traps began bulging as he bulked while his shoulders grew to the size of cannonballs. He could feel his hands grow slightly bigger while at the same time he felt his feet becoming larger, swiftly filling out the large boots. While this happened, even Eric’s face morphed. The shape of his face altered while his light stubble grew to a short beard. The messy mid length hair he adorned shorted into faded crew cut. Despite all that though, the change that made him groan the most was when he felt his cock growing thicker and longer between his now huge thighs. He could feel his cock snaking down his leg while his balls grew heftier creating a large bulge in his underwear that was even slightly visible through his pants.
“Fuuuuuck…” Eric groaned as the transformation subsided. There was a clear difference in his voice. It must’ve been altered with the rest of him. He looked back into the mirror in amazement. He was so buff and…hot. It was unreal. The uniform that was more or less falling off him moments ago now fit like a glove. He started rubbing his hands up and down his torso, feeling a set of strong abs hiding under his shirt, before his hands drifted back up to squeeze his strong pecs through the fabric.
In the all excitement his cock began the firm up. Eric could feel the blood rushing to his crotch as his growing erection created a clear outline in his pants. He smirked as he brought both hands down to his crotch. Gently he rubbed his hands across the length of his dick through his pants.
Eric looked back into the mirror before bringing both arms up into flex. His already hard cock twitched at the sight of his new biceps bulging, threatening to rip his shirt sleeves. The strength he felt flowing through his biceps…no his whole body was intoxicating. With his left hand Eric proceeded to grasp and squeeze his right bicep. It seemed impossible but at the same time felt incredible. Just then Eric thought of something he’d always wished he could do but was never able. He lowered his arms to his sides, stood up straight before flexing his chest. His eyes widened in amazement as he saw his pecs bounce underneath the shirt. He bounced them a few more times, chuckling as he did, before cupping them again with his hands. “These feel fucking amazing…”
Once he’d finished admiring his pecs, Eric remembered something else that’d grown. He turned his back to the mirror and looked behind. His cock twitched more than once this time as he saw his muscular new cop butt straining against his pants. “Oooohh fuuck.” He growled as he grasped the two large cheeks, feeling how hefty they were. “My ass is fucking huge!..” Eric said aloud, lost in pleasure. So lost in fact that he didn’t even notice Tony peering through the curtains watching him squeeze and grope his new ass. Tony watched Eric go as far as to place his hands just under his ass cheeks and start jiggling them, dumbly laughing as he did.
Eric felt his cock pulsing and bucking uncontrollably as he played with his ass. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He spun back around to face the mirror before unzipping his pants. Tony continued to watch while Eric shoved a hand into his underwear as he struggled to free his erection. With a little effort however the girthy python sprung out, Eric letting out a satisfied sigh. The thing must’ve been almost 10 inches long and insanely thick. It was every man’s dream cock.
A slapping noise could be heard from the changing rooms as Eric smacked his cock against his hand while he admired it. Every smack sent a pleasurable shiver through his body. He had to stroke it. He was just able to wrap his hand around its full girth before he started to pump. It had to have been at least three times more sensitive than his old cock as Eric couldn’t stop cursing while he pumped it. He began to jerk faster as he looked over his new body in the mirror. His handsome bearded face and buff body. How thick his legs were, how buff his arms were, how huge his chest was. Just looking at it all reflected back at him allowed him to jerk off furiously. He then looked down at his cock again, loving how thick it was as he watched precum start to drip from the tip. With how sensitive it was and intensely he was pumping it, Eric could tell he was gonna to blow any moment. He turned to the left facing the benches, getting a side view of his body. He couldn’t help but fixate on how much his ass stood out from the side. He reached his free hand back towards it and gave it another squeeze. “Fuuuuuuuccck!” That was enough to send him over the edge. Tony watched Eric’s ass clench as his cock erupted with a huge load, furiously shooting his cum all over the bench and his old clothes. His cock continued to buck and twitch as it shot a few more times covering the floor in front of him with cum also.
“See…I knew you’d like that one.” Tony pulled back the curtain.
Eric whipped around panting a little. “Fuck I’m sorry…I couldn’t stop myself.”
“No need to apologise Officer.” Tony smirked as he glance down at Eric’ softening cock, still dripping cum. “Most find it hard contain themselves afterwards so no need to worry. I’ll get it cleaned up for ya.”
“Officer?..”Eric said. It sounded weird to hear someone call him that.
“Well, you are a Cop now, Officer James Desmond to be precise, so you better get used to hearing it.”
Hearing that name triggered something inside Eric. Memories of being Cop flooded his mind along with a bunch of other memories. He still remembered who he used to be but now he had a whole new life inside him as well. A new life as Officer James Desmond.
“Thank you sir, You have no idea how grateful I am for this…” James stated, his new manners kicking in, as he tucked his fat new cock back into his pants before pulling up the zip. “But I’ve got to be back at the station in half an hour.”
“No worries Officer, You get off and I’ll be sure to get all your ball batter cleaned. Might take me awhile though.” Tony said earning a chuckle from James.
“Heh sorry sir. Got myself a pair of bull balls down here.” James gave his crotch a quick squeeze. “Well I’m off. If you ever need anything don’t hesitate to ask for me down at the staton.” He said as he began to head out of the changing stall.
“Oh don’t worry I will.” Tony replied, giving James’ ass a smack as he passed. He continued to watch James’ ass shake as walked until left through the front door.
James hopped into his car, which seemed to have also morphed into a cop car, before starting up the engine. As he drove towards the station he couldn’t help but daydream about plunging his cock into some other hot cop’s ass or having another cop fuck his new bubble butt. Surely some of buddies at the station would be down for a bit of fun. According to his memories he seemed to recall catching his own partner checking out his ass a couple times and glancing at crotch. James grinned knowing he was certainly gonna have some fun one way or another
Back at the shop however “Another life bettered and another hot stud on the streets. A pretty good day I’d say” Tony sighed to himself heading back to the changing room before looking at the huge mess of Cop nut he now had to clean. “Well…best get to work.”
The Life of Andrew - Chapter 2 - New Look
The process stopped as Andrew’s ass grew like a plum, his pants barely able to withstand being torn, Andrew came to a silent halt. The police officer continued his host run as if nothing had happened. He went back to the police station. As he entered the building, all the eyes were set on him. “Who’s that?” He approached the counter. “I need to see Chief Jacob.” “What for?” Just then, Chief Jacob appeared as he exited from his office. His eyes soon fixated on the room's center of attention. “You there! Come into my office.” His office was filled with shelves of files and another dimmy lit interrogation room. Before Andrew could speak, Chief Jacob smirked. “That’s you in there, isn’t it?” “Uh, how did you know?” “Anyone could recognise a sculpture like you, Marco. So, I see you have fucked up, and I also see that the preparation with the training did not manage to prevent this from happening.” “I am really sorry, Chief. I really did try to only possess this guy, I did not intend to merge with him.” Chief was looking at his computer. “Well, you know what to do when this happens. The good news is that this is your first host. Hopefully it will be your last.” Marco knew what had to be done but he was reluctant. He did not want to change his identity, living a new life, being Andrew for the rest of his life. He went into the interrogation room to finish his transformation. As he went back out, Chief Jacob welcomed him. “Did the suspect state anything usually, Officer Andrew?” “Yes they did, and they became Officer Andrew.” “Good news is that you are currently single and not living with your family, so not a lot of people would notice your changes. Now dress up big boy, it’s time to introduce the new you. Not to worry, you will still be able to contact people who knew you after some clarification and convincing.” “Welcome our newest officer, Andrew. I have been expecting him and expecting him to stay for long.”
A new job - Muscle growth ai sequence
"Hey Richard is that you?" Richard sighed, he had only just sat on the couch with a beer after a very long day and his roommate Trent was already bothering him. "Yep who else would it be?"
Trent lumbered in and starting digging around in his waistband, his huge biceps flexing as he rooted around. Richard grimaced and wondered what he was doing, to tell the truth they hadn't really spent much time together, they had become roommates out of convience not friendship. Richard needed another person to rent the apartment, his sister was friends with Trent who also needed a place. They had been courteous to each other but it turns out they had nothing in common. Richard was a data analyst who spent more of his day on a computer and in his free time gaming, while Trent was all about fitness and sports. Richard was careful with money and Trent had been short on the rent the last three weeks that was until today when Trent finally fished out a large wad of cash from the back of his jeans.
The Game Show
You can think of a few reasons why you found yourself in the audience that night. Well, really one. When you heard "Are You Smarter Than A Himbo" was putting on a show in your neighborhood, you couldn't resist. Sure, it was kind of stupid. You'd seen the clips online. They'd bring some braindead jock up on stage to flex, laugh, crack jokes, and answer basic trivia wrong. The poor idiot would laugh along as the audience laughed at him. You'd always figured the dunce was too dumb to realize they were laughing at him. But fuck, those guys were hot. So if anything, you'd get to ogle at some hot guy flexing all night and maybe get a few laughs out of it too.
"Do you think Zak's pecs are real?"
"Jason is like totally the hottest."
"I think Ryan isn't as dumb as he lets on."
"Did you know Mike is single? I can't…"
You roll your eyes at the fanfare all around you. These people were seriously into it. And then it starts.
"Welcome everyone!" You watch as a lanky man struts on stage with his hair slicked back and a wide grin on his face, "Are you ready!?" The crowd- mostly women and a few guys cheered in response, "I said: are you ready!?" You roll your eyes as the host worked the crowd, "Alright, alright… welcome." The host smiles wider, "Put your hands together for our main man!"
The host gestures toward the side of the stage and Zak strolls out with a slow, confident walk, his arms flexed as if expecting applause. He’s got thick curls falling over his forehead, and his chest is packed with muscle, tight under his white tank top. The crowd goes wild as he steps onto the platform.
“Y’all ready?” Zak shouts, raising both arms above his head. “Let’s go!” He pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion, and your eyes widen as you take in his massive pecs and perfect abs. The crowd similarly goes wild. Zak grins, flashing a perfect set of teeth, "I'm so fuckin' pumped to be here tonight! I fuckin' love you guys!"
"But Zak, I think you have something to say to everyone. Right?" The host interjects, patting the massive jock on the back.
"Yo dude yeah, for real." Zak nods, "Like, this is gonna be my last show, ya know? With the whole modeling thing blowin' up and all." The audience groans, "I know, it sucks majorly, trust me!" Zak frowns, "But like, you'll get to see plenty more of me. Trust me brahs." He winks and the crowd cheers.
The host claps, "That’s what I like to hear! Alright, let’s get started!"
You lean forward in your seat as the first audience member is brought up. It only takes a few questions for her to utterly humiliate Zak, who just laughs and flexes like the dumb himbo that he is. As the contestant returns to her seat, the host's eyes scan the crowd, zeroing in on you.
"What about you there in the blue shirt? He looks smart, right Zak? Let's get you up here!"
Initially you're shocked. You? The host gestures for you to make your way up to the stage. You can feel your heart pounding as you climb the stairs, palms feeling a little sweaty. The bright lights, all eyes on you. And as you step onto the stage, you get an up close look of Zak. His biceps bulge impressively, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. But god he smells like a wet gym sock.
"Sup bro, nice to meetcha!" Zak grins and throws a muscular arm around you, "Dude, you ready for this?"
"Aw do I sense a budding bromance?" The host grins and the crowd cheers. After settling them down, he turns to you. "You know how this works by now. Do you think you're smarter than a himbo?"
"Yeah, I think I am." You reply.
"Heh we'll see about that, bro!" Zak guffaws, "I was just goin' easy on that last chick."
"The confidence!" The host laughs, "Let's put it to the test. Your first question: Which is the only sea without any coastlines?"
You ponder for a moment. A sea without a coastline? That's... god what was that? You feel your cheeks flushing red, as you realize you don't know the answer to that. But if you don't know the answer, Zak would definitely not know either. Speaking of Zak, he's bouncing his pecs like the oversized gym bro he is.
"Is it the Caspian Sea?" You shrug, eyes still locked on his massive pecs. Of course the host shakes his head with exaggerated sadness.
"Ah, seems Mr. Smartypants here was a bit too distracted admiring the view to ace that question!" He winks at the audience, while Zak flexes.
"No shame in that, brah!"
You feel your face flush red with embarrassment as the laughter from the audience washes over you. Great, now they all think you're just another hormone-addled fool who can't string two thoughts together because of a pretty face.
"Alright Zak, a question for you now buddy!" You figure Zak is about to bomb this question anyway- round will end in a tie and you can walk away with some dignity, "What color are bananas?"
Zak scratches his head, "Dude… tricky." He chuckles, low and dumb, "So, I want to say yellow, but also green when they're not ripe. Oh but brown too if they go for too long!"
"Fantastic answer Zak! Well thought out!" The host grins as the crowd cheers, "Uh oh, looks like Zak has pulled ahead!"
The fuck kind of question was that? You look at the host and then Zak, who is doing a victory dance. The color of bananas? Of course Zak would know that- he's a fucking ape. You smirk at your own joke.
"Okay okay, let's try another one! Mr. Smartypants, are you ready to redeem yourself?" You're ready, more than ready. You're not..., "What pigments are responsible for the red color of leaves?"
Your mouth opens, but no words come out. You don't have an answer for that. Maybe you did know it, but between the flexing stud and the stage fright, you couldn't find the information.
"Chlorophyll."
"What a shame! That is not correct." He smiles at the audience, "It seems Zak may have a chance to widen his lead! Hey big guy, what day of the month is Christmas celebrated on?" It takes Zak maybe a minute or two to answer that one correctly, "Look at that folks, Zak is now up by two!" He turns to you with a grin, "Seems our guest is not much of a smartypants after all!"
Again, your face flush reds, "No worries, little dude." Zak ruffles your hair, "I uh, I got some smarts, ya know." He looks out towards the audience, "Last show brahs but first win!"
The crowd cheers and it dawns on you that you might be the first person to actually lose this stupid game. Frustration bubbles up inside you as the host and crowd continue to mock you. You're better than this, smarter than being made a fool of. Screw it, you're going to show them all up.
"I could answer every single one of those easy-ass questions he's getting," you mutter under your breath, but the mic picks it up anyway. The host's eyes light up.
"Oh ho, is that so?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk gracing his features. "Well then, why don't you prove it, hot shot? Let's see if you can handle something a little more…your speed. Here we go bud - how does the body cool down during intense exercise like a heavy workout session?"
You chuckle. Really? This was the question? You clear your voice, "Sweating. That's how it keeps from overheating."
"Correct!"
"Woah bro, nice one!"
Yeah... that was a nice one. Finally got a question right... finally... You wince as a warmth fills your upper arms. At first it's just a gentle tingling, a warm buzzing beneath your skin. But quickly it builds to a throbbing, insistent pressure.
"What the…?"
The sensation intensifies, an intensifying heat pulsing through your upper arms. Your skin prickles and tightens as your biceps and triceps stretch against the sleeve of your shirt. It feels like the most intense pump after a grueling workout, but magnified tenfold. Your arms throbbing, aching. You feel aware of just how much more space they're taking up. And the twitching- it's incessant. Unconsciously, your arms start to rise, muscles tensing, flexing…
"Whoa…" you mutter, marveling at the sheer size and density of your upper arms, "How…?"
The host clears his throat pointedly, breaking you out of your awestruck reverie. "Ahem, moving on! Thanks for that… demonstration." He shoots you a knowing wink, a sly grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Let's see if we can't challenge that big ol' brain of yours with another question, shall we? What does the acronym SBD stand for in powerlifting?"
"Oh brah, way too easy." Zak chides, crossing his massive arms over his muscular chest, "Even I know that one."
But your head is swimming. The powerful feeling in your arms send pleasurable waves of warmth through your body. But your mind. You're reviewing the question. Thinking it through. SBD? In powerlifting?
"SBD... SBD..." You rub your chin, unconsciously flexing your now massive bicep, "Huh... like... That's uh..."
You look over at Zak and he's making some kind of motion. A goofy grin on his face as he squats. Squats. Squats!
"Bro!" You grin, "Squats, dude! Yeah, that's what the S stands for." You grin, but the host shakes his head, "C'mon what?" You pout.
"You're still forgetting the rest." The host smiles, "And the timer is counting down."
You shuffle anxiously on your feet. You know this, right? But why would you? You're not into powerlifting. But like, it should be easy. If S stands for squats then like, wouldn't B and D also be something to do with working out? Yeah? Totally, that makes sense. But like, what else is there? What other... huh... shirt is getting kinda tight too. And fuck, you can't help but notice how warm your chest feels. Nice and warm, pressing more and more against the fabric of your shirt. Stretching it out against your big, meaty...
"Bench press, brah! B stands for bench press!" You say with a grin as your shirt starts to tear away, revealing a set of massive pecs and a chiseled torso, "Huh where'd my shirt go?" The audience cheers and you grin, staring down as you bounce your pecs.
"Excellent job, but unfortunately, you didn't finish. You missed D, you big dunce."
The host laughs, and you laugh along with him and the audience. Big dunce. Yeah that's... that's you? You pause for a second and start to feel that same embarrassment from earlier. They're laughing... not with you, but...
"Dude, can't win em all!" Zak slaps you on your increasingly wider back and you turn to him- now at eye-level, "But like, brah, you've got this next one!"
"Y-y-you th-think so.... brah?" Your tongue feels heavy, the words feel sluggish. You notice your voice sounds deeper to your ears, "I..."
"You have to focus there, smartypants!" The host interrupts, "Two more questions. Are you ready?" You nod slowly, "In a deadlift, how high are you supposed to lift the barbell before lowering it?"
"Deadlift..." Your eyes light up suddenly, "Wait, bro! The D! That's what D stands for, brah!" You say excitedly.
The whole audience laughs, as does the host. You look at him, feeling a strange sense of confusion bubbling up. Why were they laughing? What was so funny?
"Good job there, but that was the last question. We've moved on, big guy."
"Oh..." You chuckle, a grin forming on your lips as you let out a deep, dumb laugh, "Huhuhuh that was pretty stupid of me." The audience and the host laugh even louder, and you find yourself joining in, "Alright, gotta lock in, gotta... brah what was the question?"
"Dead lifts..."
"Oh fuck yeah! I fuckin' love deadlifts."
The host grins, "Yes, exactly! So tell us, when doing a deadlift, how high do you lift the barbell before lowering it?"
"Yeah... uh..." You bite your lip, thinking hard. Your fingers drum against your swollen bicep as you try to concentrate and with a sigh, lift your hands behind your head, "Oh nice..."
Your eyes lock on to your bulging bis and tris and you're momentarily distracted. But the sharp tang of your own musk drifts up from your armpits, momentarily derailing your train of thought. Fuck, you smell good. Really fucking good. But since when did you...?
"Brah, c'mon you got this." Zak says, watching you closely.
You shake your head and run a hand through your perfectly gelled, styled hair, before pausing- fuck your aesthetic is probably cooked. You awkwardly pat at your hair.
"Worry about your hair later, you've got a question to answer." The host says.
"Fuck, sorry..." You let out an awkward chuckle, "Just gotta..."
Your body moves instinctively into the proper deadlift position—back straight, knees slightly bent, hips pushed back—as if you've done this 1000s of times before. As you demonstrate the form flawlessly, a new awareness floods your lower body. Your glutes feel… alive. Heavy. Round. Perfect. You grin as you squeeze them unconsciously, feeling the dense muscle fibers contract.
"The answer is hips, bro."
"Let's fuckin' go, brah!" Zak cheers and slaps you on the ass, sending a wave of intense pleasure reverberating through your meaty glutes.
As the crowd cheers, your eyes lock on Zak. The pleasure from him slapping your ass still making you shudder. You drink him in, fixated on the prominent bulge straining against his gym shorts.
"Fuck..." You mumble- he's packing serious heat there.
Your mouth waters involuntarily as fantasies flood your mind—Zak pinning you down, those huge hands squeezing your meaty ass while he drives his massive cock deep inside you. The image of you riding his thick cock sends shivers down your growing frame, and you imagine running your tongue over every inch of his sweat-slick skin. You lick your lips and grin at the thought.
When your eyes meet again, Zak doesn't look away. Instead, his smirk widens as he catches you staring, and the few brain cells he has recognize exactly what you’re thinking. He flexes for the audience, but he turns to give you a quick wink, letting you know all that flexing was just for you... because he wants you to know he wants you too. After all, you know there's not way he could resist you either. With your... bulging pecs? Massive arms? Thick glutes?
"Wait..." You mumble. You can feel the rusting gears in your increasingly empty head turn ever so slightly, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.
Your head was spinning, brain trying to make sense of all of it.
Something’s off, right? Like... this ain’t how it used to be. You know that. You weren’t… this. But then... what were you then, dude? Cause, like, look at you. Seriously... just look. You’re absolutely shredded. I mean, c’mon, those arms? That chest? You don’t just wake up lookin’ this jacked without bein’… well, this guy. So how could you not be you if you straight-up look like you? Right?
A dumb chuckle escapes your lips as all that thinking overwhelms and shuts down whatever last remaining brain cells you have.
The host snaps his fingers in front of your face, breaking you out of your haze. "Earth to bro, we still got one question."
"Huh? Wha-" You blink slowly, your expression vacant and slack. Drool slips down your chin as you stare blankly ahead.
"Are you smarter than a himbo?" The host grins.
"Nawww, bro, 'course not!" You reply with a big, dumb grin spreading across your face, "Can't be smarter than a himbo cuz… I AM the fuckin' himbo, bro!"
The host laughs, shaking his head, "Well folks, I guess that settles it! Looks like we've got ourselves a new resident himbo to take Zak's place. Give it up for… COLT!"
The audience erupts into cheers and applause as you beam proudly, basking in the spotlight. You feel Zak sling a muscular arm around your broad shoulders, squeezing you close.
"Dude, so fuckin' glad you're joinin' the fam, bro!" Zak enthuses, his hand drifting lower to grope your ass possessively, "Trust me bro, you're gonna love it."
Zak's strong grip on your juicy ass makes you shudder and you can tell by that grin that he's thinking exactly what you're thinking.
The host clears his throat loudly, snapping you out of your lustful stupor. "Don't forget to wave to the crowd, champ!" He gestures encouragingly towards the audience.
With a dopey grin, you raise a hand in greeting, relishing the adoration pouring in from all sides.
"Thanks y'all, this is gonna be fuckin' sick!" You call out enthusiastically, grinning like an idiot.
And as Zak digs his fingers into your massive ass, you lick your lips hungrily. The only thought in your empty head was that once this show was over, you'd be giving him a private encore performance that neither of you would forget…