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The enchanted paintings

Randy was quietly at home when suddenly he heard a knock at his door, without having the slightest idea of who it could be he got up to find out.

-Hello?" he said as he opened the door, but to his surprise there was nobody there. He felt a strange sensation and just before closing the door he looked at the floor and saw a package.

- “What could this be?”, but just as he picked it up he began to feel a strange sensation, something whispering to him to take that package inside his house, to which under that effect he took it inside.

He sat down on the sofa and opened it, there were three pictures of three people with majestic bodies.

Each one of them made him feel a strange but comforting sensation, but the one he felt that connection with the most was the brown-skinned man, who in a way he felt that he had a connection and similarity with him, checking the back he realized that the guy was a certain Brandon.

Without thinking he hung them on the walls, something was whispering to him what to do and he obediently followed those orders.

After that strange moment he continued with his daily routine, who was just going straight to the gym when the package happened, so he took his things and left, it seemed that nothing strange would happen after that, only that Brandon's painting began to produce a certain smell along with a not so visible haze.

Hours later Randy came back from the gym, he was tired of a productive day and he thought about spending a quiet night at home, but without knowing that his plans would change.

He entered his house and when he closed the door his nose perceived the smell that the painting had produced, Randy at the moment of realizing it began to feel dizzy but at the same time warm because it was not an ugly smell, rather something that gave him pleasure.

* “Come to me” whispered a voice directing him to Brandon's painting, each time he got closer he felt hornier, he was blinded by the sensation.

Already in front of the painting, he observed Brandon's majestic body, he longed for it so much and suddenly from the painting began to come out a green mist which was shooting straight to Randy's mouth and nose, he somehow realized what was happening, he wanted to fight, but the trance was too powerful, it had him dominated and forced him to accept all that greenish mist around him, after seeing that fighting was useless he accepted his destiny and began to feel hot when he felt it passing through his throat, filling his body.

As Randy accepted Brandon inside him, all the mist that the painting had produced moments before he would enter his house began to hover over his head and into his ears, the moment was so chaotic but at the same time so hot that Randy could never forget it, or maybe he could?

The last of the greenish mist had entered Randy's mouth to which he closed it along with his eyes, a silence filled the house as he stood still and quiet, suddenly he popped his neck and opened his eyes.

*Burrrrp!* as a bit of greenish mist came out of his mouth.

Randy didn't remember what had happened and was confused, he turned his gaze to the painting and saw that it was now empty and it was the moment where he would no longer be in control.

His body began to mold into a new one, his pecs were starting to grow, along with his biceps, thighs, legs and buttocks, abs were contorting giving way to new, defined abs.

The body began to grow helping her new changes look good as a whole.

Randy was already on the floor, he felt hot, confused without knowing what would happen to him and suddenly his face began to change, he was molding into a new one, but his changes were perfect because Brandon's face began to Manfertarse, he always knew that Randy would be the perfect victim for having those certain resemblances with him, he knew he was the chosen one and he was right because his facial features matched perfectly.

On the floor was no longer Randy, now it was Brandon in control of a new body, many years ago he had been trapped in those paintings with his 2 friends, he spent a long time locked up there and with the help of a person he had the opportunity to get to Randy's house and carry out his plan.

~ "Oh how good it feels to be in a physical body again *burrrrrrrrp*,

Don't worry my friends, very soon I will find the perfect victims for you, you will just have to wait for me to take my time to get used to this new body". He said as he flexed his pecs.

~ " and you Randy, my friend, you don't know what an honor this must be for you, you are now part of one of the greats hehehe, inside me you will always be horny and comfortable always and just the same you may be very useful to me very soon, but I will let you feel the glory for a long time, just let me add a little more facial hair while I flex some more".

Brandon was excited, he was going to enjoy his new body but tomorrow morning he would have to think about who could be the next victim, but maybe in that same night the perfect guy would appear....

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No Nut November

For Tommy and his friends, No Nut November had become a yearly tradition. While he didn’t necessarily look forward to it, the blonde always seemed to win- often being able to outlast his buddies. And while this year had certainly been close, it looked like Tommy was going to take to take home the bragging rights. Sure, his dick ached with need and he had been neglecting it for the past couple of weeks. And while his boyfriend often made fun of him for engaging in such a “stupid contest”, Tommy was more of a strict bottom anyway and got plenty of his needs met that way.

“Congrats on your victory babe.” His boyfriend had texted him, “I have a surprise for you when I get home.” The winky face at the end of the message told Tommy everything he needed to know- and he was definitely looking forward to whatever activities his boyfriend had planned.

But as Tommy continued to go about his daily activities, still ignoring the ache in his dick, a new feeling settled in his stomach. He rubbed his sore abs and took a few deep breaths as he felt an odd cramping sensation welling up from deep within him. He assumed it must’ve been something he ate and walked to the bathroom. But the discomfort didn’t seem to stop- only getting worse as his body temperature rose. He quickly removed his clothing, the cool air of the room feeling nice on his warm skin, while a cool draft caused his cock to stir with pleasure and pain. Tommy nearly doubled over at the feeling in his aching member- staring at it as it grew. He touched it gently and immediately fell to his back from the intensity of the pleasure.

“Wh-what the fuck.” He breathed out, lying on the ground, his eyes unfocused from the waves of pleasure and pain that coursed throughout his lean body.

And like a sudden compulsion, he felt his arms forced to extend above his head, an aching sensation emanating throughout them. He watched as his arms started to fill with muscle, while his hands started to shift and change- becoming wider while his fingers shortened and became stubbier.

“Fuck yeah, finally!” Another voice called out softly, so softly that Tommy barely heard it.

“Who’s there?” Tommy replied, fear taking hold of his mind.

But before he could register anything else, he felt another creaking and cracking of his muscles. This time, he watched as his pecs appeared to sink into themselves, his nipples disappearing, while a small hole formed in the center of what used to be his chest. At the same time, it appeared as though his legs were also beginning to shift. His feet were taking on the appearance of hands, while his leg muscles shifted, taking on an appearance similar to incredibly muscular arms. Tommy looked down at what used to be his arms and his eyes widened as he realized his hands were now two large and calloused feet, tufts of hair on the surface of them. And as his arms packed on more and more muscle, he felt his head being squeezed on either side.

“Ah this feels so good.” The voice was less soft, louder and more present.

Tommy let out a surprised yelp as he felt his body push itself up until the blonde found himself doing what felt like a handstand. And that’s when it dawned on Tommy. His arms were now a pair of muscular and powerful legs, ending with large manly feet. He tried to crane his neck to look up but barely could.

“Ha-ha broooo.” The voice called out, “Fuckin’ look at me.” It said in its deep baritone voice. The same stupid voice that Tommy associated with frat bros.

“St-stop...pl-please.” Tommy called out, his own voice becoming softer. He noticed he was having a harder time moving his mouth to form words.

But he was ignored and suddenly found himself swinging from side to side as his body began to move on its own. He could do nothing as he continued to feel himself change further. First, he felt as though he was no longer able to move his neck and he watched as he blond locks fell from his head. And then for a split second, the world went dark before his field of vision returned, albeit somewhat limited. The same with his hearing. The muscular legs on either side of him became coated in hairs. As he tried to call out again, Tommy felt what he initially thought was phlegm rise from the back of his throat. The liquid was salty and seemed to dribble from his mouth, causing him to want to gag, but he found himself unable to. None of this made sense, and he was trying to get a better glimpse of himself. All he could make out was what looked like a hairy muscular abdomen above him, and two thick hairy thighs on either side of him. Questions filled his mind as he tried to understand his situation. But before he could think more on it, he heard a dumb chuckle and suddenly, Tommy felt as though his face was being stretched- another aching sensation coursing through his head and neck.  

“Ya know you’ve neglected me for a long time.” The booming voice said. Tommy wanted to yelp as he felt a hand wrap around him, “But I’m not gonna do that to you bro.” Tommy barely had any idea what the voice was saying, “Huh, that’s right. This might be a bit confusing for ya brah. Here have a look.”

If Tommy could, he would’ve screamed. In the mirror was one of the largest, hairiest men that he had ever seen. The guy looked like he played football, the pinnacle of masculinity with a stupid dopey grin on his chiseled face. But that was less shocking compared to what Tommy soon came to realize. The man was holding his fat, enlarged member, which is when Tommy was able to put it all together.

“That’s right bro, you ignored me for so long, I just had to take control.” The jock laughed, “And well that means we had to switch places.”

Tommy felt a sense of dread well up from deep within him. This couldn’t be happening- he was a human! Not a cock. This wasn’t possible. As his mind bounced around trying to rationalize his way through this, the jock smiled.

“Well aren’t you eager.” He chuckled in his dim voice, scratching at his hairy pec, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

And that’s when Tommy felt it. The hand around his cylindrical body began to pump up and down, faster and faster. His thoughts became harder to focus on as pleasure coursed throughout his body- the calloused hand that played with him igniting wave after wave of pleasure. He felt himself twitch, his hard cylindrical body throbbing in anticipation. The jock smirked and quickened his pace.

“Yeah, you like that, huh? Think you could just ignore me?” He moaned out, his pace quickening, “Never again bro. Turned you into my needy cock. Showing you what a real man looks like.” Tommy could barely register any of the words, the liquid in the back of his throat rising faster and faster, “Fuck dude!” The jock moaned out as he finally came, sending wave after wave of cum from Tommy’s new mouth.

Tommy could barely process the level of pleasure that rocketed through his new body. His mind was nearly shattered as his cylindrical body softened and dangled limply between the jock’s legs. But as Tommy was winding down from the pleasure, he felt something cover his entire body, throwing his world into darkness. The jock smirked and posed in the mirror, showing off his bulge and ass, which were covered in black compression underwear. There was another dumb chuckle, and Tommy twitched in pleasure as the jock grabbed him through his underwear.

“Welcome to your new home, bro.” The jock chuckled, “Now let’s go find that boyfriend of yours. If I had to guess, that ass of his was also feeling pretty neglected. Someone ought to help him out, don’t you think?” And Tommy felt his new body quickly expanding, pressed up tightly against the confines of the new jock’s underwear.

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I think the swap was the best for both of us.

I had fantasized about this so many times that when I finally found myself in someone else's body I doubted it was real and not another one of my fantasies, but no! It was completely real and I was so hot as fuck the entire time that I could barely control myself.

I was completely used to waking up every day on the other side of the world as Justin this huge 26-year-old boy, however the sensation of pinching my huge tits is still as pleasant as the first time I did it, the memories of that day They are a bit blurred. I only remember going to sleep peacefully in my bed in England and the next minute I was in a USA coffee shop.

I couldn't help but take a look at my new body thinking I was dreaming, so I quickly unbutton my shirt and look under it and to my surprise I now had huge fleshy pecs, out of sheer instinct I took one of my hands and pinched one of my hands tightly. my nipples -FUCK! - I shouted with a huskier voice and unknown to me at that moment, everyone in the cafeteria turned to see me some with curiosity, others with lust but I didn't care much and I continued playing with my new tits.

My new body had such sensitive tits that I didn't stop even when I felt the gaze of everyone around me I was totally intoxicated by the uncontrollable pleasure as if I were an animal that followed its instincts, In some strange way I liked being the center of attention in that place and I did not stop I kept pinching my sensitive nipples until I noticed that the pleasure spread throughout the rest of my body, it was not only my big pecs, now my cock was also enjoying it.

I could barely massage my cock through my pants for a few seconds until a jet of cum caused a noticeable semen stain to form between my legs. I gasped and relaxed sitting in the cafeteria chair until I regained full control of myself, but… I didn't feel embarrassed by the scene I had staged, it felt good to be admired and adored.

Since then I can not stop even the friction of tight shirts is a huge pleasure for me, I have tried to contact the new Justin who now lives in my body in England but without any success, I think he does not want to return to his body he seems very happy Now that she is free of these sensitive and wonderful tits, I think the swap was the best for both of us.

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Body Suit Shopping

Just reposting to Tumblr. Read the original story here.

"Are you sure you want this bodysuit?" I asked Asher, my son, raising an eyebrow as I looked him over. He was standing in front of the mirror, examining himself in a bodysuit that looked decades older than I was. I couldn’t help but be surprised—at his age, I would have picked something younger, stronger, more muscular. But he seemed perfectly content with his choice, a body well past its prime.

"This one’s perfect," Asher said, his voice steady as he admired his reflection. He ran his hands over the smooth, bald head, his face lighting up with a satisfied grin. The sight of him in this older form, with a weathered face and sturdy build, was so at odds with the fit, youthful appearance he could have chosen. But there he was, running his hands down the length of his new beard, clearly loving every moment of it.

"Alright, if that’s what you want," I finally said, still a bit perplexed but willing to support him. Turning to the shopkeeper, I asked, "How much for the suit?"

The man behind the counter eyed Asher’s new form for a second, then shifted his gaze back to me with a smile. "Tell you what, I've been trying to get rid of that suit for a while now. If you buy a suit for yourself, I’ll throw his in for free."

I hesitated for a moment. The idea of having a bodysuit of my own, a chance to experience a younger, fitter body, was tempting. I scanned the options in the store, and one suit immediately caught my attention. Without wasting time, I grabbed it and rushed into the fitting room, eager to try it on.

As I slid into the suit and adjusted it, I could feel the transformation. Looking in the mirror, I was taken aback by the man staring back at me—a much smoother, hairless chest, bigger pecs, and a sharp, square jawline. I flexed my arm and marveled at the thick bicep that bulged under my skin. It was like being handed a whole new identity, a body built for admiration.

Feeling the strength and tightness of this new physique, I couldn’t help but let my hands roam lower. My fingers brushed across my flat, sculpted stomach and further down until I reached the uncut cock hanging between my legs. The sensation was overwhelming. I had never experienced anything quite like it—so raw, so different.

I stood there in front of the mirror, stroking myself slowly at first, marveling at the size and weight of my cock. My breathing grew heavier as the pleasure built, my hand working faster. My reflection, a strong, virile man, stared back at me, and I was getting close—so close—when the door to the fitting room suddenly creaked open.

Asher stood there, still in his older bodysuit, a grin plastered across his face. "Looks like I’m going to be the Dad now when we’re in these," he said with a chuckle.

I froze, heart racing, my hand still on my cock as I tried to compose myself. The pleasure quickly faded, replaced by a surge of embarrassment. Clearing my throat, I let go and gave a weak smile, pretending nothing had happened.

I turned back to the mirror, flexing again as if to distract from the moment. "You know," I said, a smirk creeping back onto my face, "we could always stay in these full-time."

Asher's eyes widened, his whole body practically vibrating with excitement. "Really?!"

"Sure thing... Dad," I replied, the tension breaking with a grin of my own.

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Body Suit Shopping (Pt. 2)

It’s been a year since that day in the bodysuit shop. I still remember how excited Asher was, slipping into that older body, calling himself ‘Dad’ like he’d been waiting for the role his whole life. I can’t lie—I was loving it too, especially those first few months. We both dove headfirst into our new lives. Him, strutting around as the older, wiser version of himself, owning that salt-and-pepper beard and the lines around his eyes like he’d earned them. And me, living in a body that most guys could only dream of—smooth, muscular, and young, with abs that popped and a jawline that could cut glass.

Asher loved everything about being the ‘dad,’ especially the respect and authority that came with it. It wasn’t just the body he enjoyed—it was the life, the way people looked at him differently, listened to him in ways they hadn’t before. It suited him more than I ever imagined it would.

And I enjoyed mine too… mostly. That body was a dream, but it wasn’t perfect. After a while, I started to notice the little things. The tattoo on my forearm—it was just off. I didn’t like the design; it felt too loud for me, not something I would’ve chosen for myself. And then there was the hairlessness. At first, it was fun, having that smooth, flawless skin, but over time, I missed the way my old body used to be—a little rougher, with a bit of scruff on my chest and forearms. This new body was sexy, sure, but it wasn’t me.

I tried to ignore my concerns, but they just never went away. Don’t get me wrong—I had no desire to return to my old body. In this younger hunk, I could get with whoever I wanted—older daddies, younger twinks, anyone I set my sights on. A body like this gave me power, attention, and confidence in ways I never imagined. But what could I do when it didn’t feel like me?

That’s why I decided to go back to the bodysuit store. The shopkeeper recognized me right away, probably saw that familiar mix of excitement and frustration in my eyes. I told him I was looking for something new—a hunk that fit my personality a bit better. We went through the options, flipping through catalogs of sculpted bodies, but none of them stuck out to me. They were all perfect, but maybe too perfect, too polished. I needed something else, something more me.

That’s when I asked the shopkeeper, “What if I wanted a bodysuit made from someone I know?” He said it was possible, but with a catch—the person would have to give up their body entirely, and he’d seal them into a new suit permanently. That got me thinking. There had to be a way where someone didn’t need to lose their life for that to happen.

That’s when the idea hit me: Asher. I could ask him for his body—after all, it was literally made from me, my own DNA, and I thought, what could feel more like me than my own son’s body?

Convincing him wasn’t easy. He loved his new life and body, and he was excited for us to stay in these suits long-term back when I'd first suggested it. But deep down, I think he enjoyed knowing he still had the option to swap back if he ever wanted to. I used that.

I started with what I knew would work: flattery. "Look at you," I said, watching him stand a little taller. "You’ve turned into a complete silver fox. The way people look at you now? It’s different, isn’t it? You walk into a room and everyone listens. You’ve got that dad confidence, and it’s sexy as hell." I could tell he was enjoying it. "You own this body like it was always yours."

He grinned, clearly agreeing. I kept going. "But think about your old body for a second. You were a total hunk—young, muscular. You remember how people used to stare at you, right? That body of yours was built for attention." I leaned in a bit, my voice dropping. "That’s why I want it. It shouldn’t be locked away forever. Let me live in it, show it off. I could appreciate it in ways you’ve outgrown."

I could see him thinking it over, but he wasn’t fully convinced yet. So I pushed a little harder, playing on his ego. "I think deep down, you want this to be permanent. You’ve already settled into this new life—you’ve become him."

He looked at me, a little surprised by my confidence, but I wasn’t wrong. I smirked, knowing exactly what buttons to press. "Imagine this—your old body still out there, still getting all the attention, maybe even more now. Guys coming over to rail it—think you’d get off on watching it happen. Hell, maybe you’d even join in." That suggestion clearly intrigued him.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking it over, but I could tell the idea of making it permanent was starting to excite him. After a pause, he finally nodded, a smirk crossing his face. He agreed.

From the second I slipped on the newly made bodysuit, I knew I’d made the right choice. I hadn’t seen this body in over a year, and damn, I’d forgotten just how great it really was—it didn’t disappoint. The moment I looked in the mirror, it all came rushing back. He had the perfect amount of hair, just the right balance between smooth and scruffy. His abs were carved like they were out of stone, each muscle popping in a way that made the body seem almost unreal. The biceps were massive, and his face? It always turned heads, no matter where he went. I couldn’t believe he ever wanted to give this up to become an older daddy, but I wasn’t about to complain.

As I flexed in front of the mirror, admiring how naturally the body fit me, I couldn’t help but think, Maybe I should ask the shopkeeper to make this my permanent body too. I mean, if Asher’s making his swap permanent, why shouldn’t I? This body was made for attention, made for admiration, and the way it moved, the power it had—it felt right. It felt me. I ran a hand over the taut skin of my abs and grinned.

No more doubts, no more second-guessing. This was going to be perfect.

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This is me and my friend Keegan. As you can see he’s a little younger than me but what you can’t see is that he has this amazing sex life. He’s a gay man who is extremely handsome and very well endowed. I came across his twitter one day and to my surprise he is an onlyfans guy. He has all this amazing sex with all these different guys doing all kinds of sexual acts. Not gonna lie I’m a little jealous. I’m happily married to a loving wife and we have the best kids in the world but I’m kinda curious to see how Keegan life is. So my wife and kids are away for the weekend visiting her parents. I have to hang back and do some work stuff so I’m gonna try something this weekend. Keegan is supposed to do a dual class with me and after that, when we hit the showers I’m gonna possess him. I just need to know what it’s like being him for a couple days. All the ass and dick we’re gonna get is going to be revolutionary. I can’t wait.

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I did it. I’m Keegan. It worked, it actually worked. He didn’t put up to much of a fight. I mean I kinda just jumped at him and somehow I ended up inside of him ready didn’t give him time to even fight back. Plus we were showering so maybe the water also had a hand in it but I’m not complaining though. I can’t wait to go out tonight and do all the things.

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Fatso: "Hey Fleshie! Possession's 9/10ths the law and you're all mine!"

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I wanna be like you

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Iron Will

Will didn’t always look this boyishly handsome and have that dumb submissive dullness in his big brown eyes. It started a week ago. Will and his best friend Dylan grew up together living across the street from one another. The two guys were like two peas in a pod. Both had a knack for the arts, and loved reading all sorts of books and plays. The two were inseparable. Then one day Dylan started acting. . . odd. Will started seeing him less and less, and he became more muscular and stopped coming around as much. Will was kinda left behind, mostly kept to himself those days. That's when Will was in the town's bookstore checking out the new selection, when Dylan walked in. drenched in sweat and booking it to the otherside of the bookstore. 

 “ Woah! Dylan is that you? “ asked Will. “ Do I know you? “ said Dylan taking an airpod out. Will was very confused and taken aback by this. How could his best friend of years not recognize him? It had only been six months. “ It’s me, Will. Will O’keffe? We’ve been friends for twelve years? Lived across the street from one another for the same amount of time. It’s not like one of our houses moved or something. “ Will said very impatiently, thinking maybe this was a sick joke. “ Oh yeah!! Hey dawg! Long time no see, feels like a fuckin long time since I’ve seen you dude. Come here! “ Dylan said energetically, while pulling Will in for a sweaty hug. Will could feel the coarse hair from inside Dylan's pit rub against him causing him great discomfort. Something was most definitely up. First off, never in the nineteen years Dylan has been alive has he ever said Dawg, Dude or anything like that. He also has never cussed, he always got onto Will for his coarse language.  “ Gee, you sure are sweaty! Whatcha been up to. . . Pal? “ Will inquired. “ I’ve been working out mostly. I tell you bro, we’ve been missing out for YEARS. Huhuhuhuh! I have never felt more alive in my life. Shits addicting. “ Dylan practically yelled in this bookstore, causing many people to turn and look at the two. Dylan didn’t notice, but Will sure did.

 “ So you coming in to get a book or- “ Will whispered trying to lower the volume when he was abruptly interrupted. “ PFFT Suck a dick! I’m just here to use the bathroom! I always get rad gas after a gym sesh. Sometimes I question if I’m even farting. It smells so damn rank. “ Dylan said once again loudly. Will finally caved and put his book back. “ Look, how about we talk someplace else we're getting some crazy ass looks because you're talking so loud. “ Will said, very pissed off. “ Woah little guy! No need to lose your shit. Forgot you were so uptight. Fine after I'm done emptying my dump truck, how about you meet me at the gym? It's two blocks down that way on the strip. Can’t miss it. “ Dylan suggested, and before Will could even process what he said Dylan ripped mad ass in the aisle. The smell was eggy and funky. Almost like he just shot out a protein gas. “ Holy shit. Fine whatever I’ll meet you there, hurry up and go take a shit before you do it here. “ Will said, covering his nose. “ No shit? Fuck yeah! Bet I’ll see you there bro, hey don’t go in that. Go get some workout clothes. “ Dylan said while running off to the bathroom. Will thought what the hell did he just get himself into. The fart lingered longer than he expected and inhaled some of it causing a coughing fit which sent him out of the book store and on the way to find what the hell exactly are “ Work out clothes. “ An hour or two later Will arrived at the Iron Will gym, and for a split second Will considered changing his name after reading that. Moving onward he walked in and was met with many meatheads, boy builders, and gym rats. It smelled like metal, sweat and axe spray deodorant. Will considered leaving when Dylan across the gym began hollering his name.

 “ WILL! WILL!! BRO OVER HERE! “ Dylan yelled. Will kept his head down and walked over carrying his duffle bag with the gym clothes. “ Holy shit I can’t believe you made it!! You ready?”  Dylan asked hyper with excitement. “ Considering I came here initially to just talk with you and somehow got wrapped up into working out I fucking guess so. “ Will replied with a passive aggressive tone. “ Hell yeah! Keep that energy, don't lose it! Go ahead and get changed, locker room’s that way. Meet me back over by the bench press.” Dylan said while slamming his hand on Will's back, causing Will to recoil in pain. Will hesitantly walked into the locker room and rightfully so. When he made it in he was greeted with the smell of hell. It was a festering stagnant pool of ripe sweat, and funky smells he didn’t know he could smell but now wish he couldn’t. He walked over to the bench and began to change with everyone else in there. He placed his extra clothes neatly for after he was through with this hell and left to go back out. Dylan put through Will through hell in there, challenging him to bench press, leg press, pull ups and many more forms of torture. “ Please tell me that was it because if I do anything more my arms will fucking fall out of their sockets. “ Will said. “ Yeah dawg we’re done! Go hit the showers you need it, worked up a good sweat huh? “ Dylan said. “ Worked up my damn temper is what you did. “ Will said, muttering his way into the locker room. When Will entered it was busier than before so he squeezed through and picked up his towel and soap and headed for the showers. When he got to them he was so excited to wash off so he could go home and forget this ever happened. When he went to turn the nob nothing came out, so he tried the other one, and the next, and the next with no luck. “ Hey dude! Those don’t work no more! “ said one of the other guys. “ Isn’t that fucking great! “ Will replied. Will just wanted to get out of here and go home so he did something he usually doesn’t do. He put clean clothes on while dirty so he grabbed his clothes loosely and went into a stall to change. He took off his shirt wafting more smell off, then his socks wet with sweat, and then his shorts and finally his underwear. He was rank, no wonder Dylan smelled. “ I just need to get the fuck out of here, I can take a shower at home. “ Will reminded himself. He slipped on some new socks which for some reason felt the same as the ones he just took off and smelled worse. He thought maybe he was confused so he put his boxers on then it hit him. He realized he was wearing someone else's clothes. “ What the fuck, I’m gonna gag! “ He said loud enough for everyone else to hear. Will opened the stall and walked back out in underwear and socks, he began to look everywhere for his clothes flipping through his bag looking in the lockers when someone said something.

 “ Hey man, I think we switched clothes. Those are my undies broski. “ Will turned around to see a hispanic gun wearing his clothes, now stained with what appears to be cum, meanwhile he's in his. “ Please tell me these are your clean ones. “ Will said about to blow up. “ No man those are last weeks, I forgot they were in my bag. “ Right before Will was gonna yell he felt a twitch ripple from his crotch to his brain.  Calm down bro. So you switched boxers, bro’s do that. Will’s face was frozen in confusion. He looked around looking for the person who just said that, but it was just him and this guy. “ Listen, you can keep them if you want bro. I got plenty like those in my bag. “ Will got angry again and couldn’t hold it back this time. “ Why the fuck would I want these, and I’m not your b- “ The twitch came back and rippled once again. He’s your bro, be nice to him. You’ll take the clothes and shut the fuck up about it. Will was at a loss for words, all he could get out was “ you know what bro, I’ll take em thanks dude! “ The other guy looked at Will dully then replied “ Okay man, but hey, I didn’t have any shirt in that bag or shorts, or shoes lemme lend you some. “ Will started thinking straight again and realized what he said. “ Oh bro there's no nee- “ You love wearing dirty and stinky clothes, especially when their bros. Ask if he’s got a spare jock strap. “ DO YOU HAVE A SPARE JOCK STRAP. “ Will said immediately with little to no emotion. “ Yeah of course bro. Lemme put this all in your duffle. “ No need you’ll change right here. Will’s better thinking started fighting back. Why the hell is he calling this random stranger bro, and why isn’t he freaking out? He's wearing another man's dirty clothes, and he most certainly will not change in the middle of this locker room. Just then another twitch came but this one was different, Will got a hard on and he couldn’t hide it, then he felt it. He was about to cum. Will was confused, he tried to fight it when he finally succumbed and jizzed in his new boxers, shooting out parts of his standards. Leaving him with a dumb look on his face. Drool running down his face.

 “ Okay all packed dawg. “ the guy looked at Will, confused why he looked like that. Will starred dumbly and took the bag and thudded his way over to the bench and began to undress. He took the boxers off making a string of cum stretch, then he slid on his new jockstrap. The jockstrap was warm and already wet when Will adjusted it and moved his dick into place. He then slid on his new shorts and his tank top. He slid on his new sweaty Nike shoes. He went back to normal except he was fine with this all.  And started to walk out when he was stopped. “ Wait dude! Lift your arms. “ Will dropped the bag and turned around and lifted his arms revealing his smooth armpits but smelled like hell. 

The guy grabbed a can of Axe and sprayed him. “ Alright now your set. Later bro! “ Will picked up his bag and left back outside. His mind left the daze he was previously in but still had no issue with what happened. “ Hey bro! You take care of everything? “ asked Dylan. Will looked like he was still putting together what happened and was looking for the words but instead just went with “ yeah bro. Imma head back to my crib later! “ Dylan acted normal and dabbed Will up. “ Sick, later brochacho! “ Will made it home and took a shower trying to wash himself off but couldn’t seem to get the smell off. He took off the jockstrap and put back on the boxers. While he was about to start his night routine he felt another ripple of twitching but this time it stayed in his crotch. It felt very warm and itchy. When he looked down he saw his bush had grown. “ What the hell? I just shaved yesterday how the fuck is this possible? “

Will, confused, just went to bed and figured he’d deal with it in the morning. Will kept tossing and turning though his legs were hot and itchy as well. When he lifted the sheets he gasped at what he saw. His legs were covered in hair all the way up to his crotch. Will had always been clean shaven, never having so much as stubble anywhere. The only body hair he was ever chill with was what was on his head and eyebrows. When he finally was about to get up to do something another shiver was sent from his crotch this one made it to his brain. 

Bro don’t shave, makes you manly. How about you explore what's in there instead big guy. Will had never been the type to touch himself like that but now he had the most break neck urge to. He pulled down his underwear and began to jerk his meat. He’s never felt this sensation before with each tug he got more and more light headed. All of his memories of books, plays, years of poetry were all melting down into his vats of cum. Of course those memories were replaced with working out with Dylan, being a sexy gym rat, and rippin ass with his bros. Then another ripple came. Real men goon, you should try it bro! Will’s melted back to the stupid look he had in the gym. 

I think when this happens he becomes vulnerable to these ideas being planted in his head. Dude stop caring what other people think, why even think stop doing it. He kept stroking and listening to what he was being told. It’s okay to rip ass in public dude, everyone should smell your ass. Just then Will ripped ass underneath the sheets, wafting upwards to his nose infecting him more. You love this smell, it makes you hard. You also love the smell of sweat and cum brochacho. Will took a deep inhale of this stench and kept looking like he’s lost his brain. Protect your pits from razors, deodorant and soap. Gotta preserve that alpha stench! Will listened to these lifestyle changes of his, almost like he’s been doing this for years. Now you need to cum buddy, let all of those old memories turn to sweet sweet baby batter! A faint part of Will was fighting back, keeping him from losing all of who he is, and transitioning to this new oaf. Will’s dumb gooner face twitched wanting to cum but couldn’t. CUM BITCH! Will was no match for this new wave of Will. Will shot the most potent cum ever all over himself and crotch. It was caked onto his new bush, and dripping down his new hairy legs. “ Holy shit that felt good. Gotta tell Dylan about it tomorrow. “ Will snapped his favorite pair of boxers now back on his waist, sealing all of that cum the old him into the boxers and his skin. 

When Will woke up the next morning he jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror to find the new him. Stubble growing, more masculine jawline and of course still wearing his boxers. Will got dressed and picked up his phone and saw Dylan invited him to go play soccer. Wills dick got hard at the idea of playing soccer right now, so he ran to his duffle and stuffed it with his gym clothes and ran to the field.

When Will got there Dylan was already ready so Will went and changed and even though he has never played soccer much less touched a ball other than his own, he was a natural. Weaving in and out of the other players and dribbling that ball with his ripe feet like no one's business. “ Holy shit dude you’re a fucking pro! Huhuhuh! “ Dylan yelled. Will launched the ball and slid to the ground sending it to the goal. Will and Dylan ran to one another and had a sweaty hug then chest bumped. “ Hell yeah bro that's how it's done bitch! “ Will said. Will took a deep huff of his sweaty pits like his new drug. Dylan and Will started hanging out more again, going on trips together to beaches, getting Will an entirely new wardrobe, and of course going to the gym. 

One day they were on a day trip to the nearby beach staying at somebody's family's house or whatever, when the two were laying down on the couch after a day of swimming and fucking around at the beach when they started talking. “ You know Will, I'm glad we're bros again. I was worried that when I started going to the gym and was my true self you wouldn’t wanna hangout. “ Dylan said. Will looked at him like he had said something stupid. “ Of course dipshit, I love you, you're my bro I’d do anything for you! What kind of stupid fucking worry is that.“ said Will. Dylan looked at Will a bit irritated by that response. “ Do you always have to be so rude Will, I was begin fucking nice. “ Will lifted a leg and ripped ass then started laughing while scratching his junk.

“ If you don’t like it you can go fuck off. “ Dylan was disappointed. “ You know I thought after paying that guy to switch clothes with you, you’d chill the fuck out but theres still so much smart in your brain. “ Will looked mad now as he realized what Dylan just said. “ You fucking what? “ Will said. “ But you know even with that guys cum in them it still hasn’t changed that. But you know I think I can. “ Dylan said walking over to Will, licking his pits and pulled down his sweaty swimming trunks exposing his nine inch fuck stick.

 “ Bro what the hell! “ Will yelled. Dylan started sucking Will off sending Will into ecstasy. Dylan stopped, now that his dick is slick, and he impaled himself with Will’s cock. “ OH FUUUCKUH. “ Will gasped. “ Shut up and huff. Dylan shoved Will’s face into his ripe pit. If Will thought his were good, Dylans were the best. Will was trapped and started huffing in that delicious smell, licking his bros pits. “ I’m gonna fuck you till your the stupidest stinkiest motherfucker ever. “ Dylan yelled. Words are hard for you, your IQ is only 20 speak like a caveman. The dumb Will gooner face came back. Dylan started to smirk knowing this was working. 

Dylan is superior to you, you will always submit and be nice to him. You want his approval. “ Almost there Willy! “ Dylan yelled. Your only bro in this world is Dylan and you will do anything he says because he’s your master. Will’s mind was spinning, or what was left of it, same protocol it all dripped down to his potent cum. CUM, BECOME THE BRO! Will’s face contorted and he shot all of his last remnants into Dylan, moaning and exhaling hard. “ How are you feeling Will? “ Dylan asked. “ Uhhhhhhhh okay. “ Will said, sniffing his pits. “ Who’s your master? “ Dylan asked excitedly for the response. “ You, duh. “ Will said. Dylan was so happy with his work. He finally had the perfect bro, and new fuck buddy. Will was nothing but a stinky, hairy buff idiot who couldn’t do anything but eat, fart, workout, and fuck.

“ Flex for me dawg. “ Dylan asked. Will flexed his muscles presenting his musty pits. This would be the rest of Will's life, being Dylan's puppet and gym arm candy. “ Let's go upstairs, I wanna fuck that boy pussy of yours dawg. “ Will stood up and obeyed. “ Whatever you say Bro. Huuhuhuuh. “ Will pulled down his trunks completely off and followed Dylan upstairs with his dick swinging back and forth dripping with cum and sweat.

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Criminal Desires

Marcos was your average college student, he got into school on a soccer scholarship, loved the gym, would go to parties, you know the whole nine miles. That was until now. Marcos was walking down his street after practice going home when some friends were gathered in the street so he decided to say hello.

 “ Wassup! “ he said, to which his friend Thomas replied “ Haven’t seen you in forever dude, yo have you met Cesar? Hes new to the street. “ Cesar was tall, dark, he seemed to be very sweaty even though it was mid fall, and he kept looking at Marcos very weirdly. He noticed that his big arms had scabs on them all over, and a gash on his hand was still healing. 

“ Whats goin on dude? “ Marcos said, trying to break the silence. Cesar just kept looking him up and down and when his and Marcos eyes met he winked at him. Marcos was very uncomfortable if not enough the wink did it. “ Well alright, yo I’ll catch yall later, I gotta get home and get out of these clothes, see yall. “ He dabbed up Thomas and a couple of the other guys avoiding Cesar. The other guys started going the opposite direction from Marcos, when he started to walk home he felt someone grab his arm. It was Cesar.

 “ Why you grabbing me for dude? “ Marcos yelled. Cesar leaned in and said “ I want you and your fat ass. “ Cesar loosened his grip and Marcos pulled his arm back and started to jog away hurriedly. Marcos makes it home and drops his stuff off at the door, while his older brother sits on the couch watching the news. “ Yo come look at this! “ Marcos' brother said. Marcos walks over to see what he's watching. “ Earlier this week the body of a Brownsville college student was found at the site of a car crash. He was found in the passenger side but the location of the driver remains unknown at this time. “ Marcos listened dumbfounded, while his brother was intrigued. “ Can you believe this shit? No way that they weren’t criminals or something. “ 

Marcos looked at his brother then started to walk towards his room. “ There's no way of knowing for sure bro, we don’t know what the hell happened. “ Marcos said. “ I don’t know dude, motherfucker sounds dangerous to me, it's only one town over, he could be here. Hell he could be on this street. “ Marcos closed his door and from his room shouted, “ You watch too much news dude! “ Marcos plopped on his bed and just stared at his ceiling for a second, thinking about what happened. Thinking about the accident, that dude Caesars and his cuts. It all got too much and he sat up and started to take off his bracelets and other shit when he forgot he left his bag out by the front door. Marcos gets up and goes back in the living room now with his brother asleep on the couch with the news still playing. “ Pfft lazy ass. “ 

He goes to the front door to grab his bag when he discovers the door is open. He begins replaying in his mind if he had forgotten to lock the door or maybe he didn’t shut it all the way, maybe it was a gust of wind. He takes a step outside and looks around at the dark street dimly lit by the greenish hue of the street lamps. He comes back inside, closes the door, locks it, and grabs his bag and makes his way to his room. It was probably nothing he thinks he's just paranoid. After all, is the neighborhood he lives in bad? Yes but everyone likes him and his brother so no one would hurt them. He goes back to his room and sets his bag down on his bed, still uncomfortable. Partially because of something he was wearing. Recently after a soccer clete accident with another player's balls, Coach made everyone wear jock straps with cups. Marcos has never worn them so he’s still getting used to them, after all he didn’t want his balls to be crushed. That's when he notices the dirty clothes on the floor have been moved in an area he hasn’t touched yet. He stands up now feeling paranoid again, and slowly walks to his closet thinking obviously that’s where someone could be hiding. He places his hand on the door handle and takes a deep breath, and he opens it fast. No one is in his closet. He exhales in relief, when he turns around he gets punched in the face knocking him out.

 After what felt like a second but was really an hour and a half he starts to come to, now on his bed. His vision is still adjusting but he can make out a shadowy figure in the corner of his room. The figure begins to move closer to Marcos and now he is fully seen. “ Hope your beauty rests was nice, sweet cheeks. “ It was Cesar. “ What the hell are you doing in my house!? “ Marcos shouted. Cesar chuckled laughing at Marcos. “ Cute. You obviously know who I am, when I broke in I noticed you and your brother watching work on the news. And before you ask yes, I’m a criminal, and yes I’m dangerous. Unless you do as I say. “ Marcos looked at Cesar without giving a second thought and said, “ I ain’t doin shit you say, I’m calling the police, people will know if I go missing! “ 

Cesar got closer to Marcos and grabbed his face with one hand firmly and got face to face with him. “ Oh I know that, I’m not going to hurt a single fucking hair on your head, don’t worry. You're too hot to do that to. “ Marcos was wincing and struggling till Cesar let go and pushed his head backwards. “ Besides, the cops have already been called. “ Marcos was confused, why the hell would he call the cops? It doesn’t seem like hes the remorseful type. “ Why would yo- “ Cesar stopped Marcos with his finger to his lips before he could get another word in. “ Shhh, don’t speak, it's clear in our relationship I'll be the one dominating, especially the conversation. I called them to report the murders of your neighbors next door, the old couple. Yeah they’re gone. They saw me following you and recognized me from the newspaper and called the police about a suspicious man outside your home.  But luckily it won’t be known as a murder, I made it seem natural in their death. But the cops are still coming and very slowly may I add, and of course they’ll ask you questions about it. “ Marcos , still very confused, was hesitant to speak so as to not get finger squashed again. “ I can see your confused still, well you're gonna tell them you haven’t seen me. “ Marcos got really angry now that he said that. “ The fuck I am! As soon as they get here I’m finna tell them all of it. “

 Cesar chuckled and began to strip, Marcos once again grew very uncomfortable. “ What the hell are you doing! We are not fucking! I ain’t a fag! “ Marcos shouted. Cesar finally got to his underwear bulge out and looked with a very serious face at Marcos. “ For now. “ Cesar turned around with his ass to Marcos and began to crawl inside of Marcos. Marcos struggled and tried to scream as Cesar's big stinky ass feet were shoved down his throat, feeling every coarse hair on his legs in his throat. “ Don’t struggle, I’ll just enjoy it more. “ Cesar said cheekily. Marcos fell onto his back on the bed grasping his sheets while he was swallowing this man. Cesar's long thick hair thighs were making their way through with his ass in Marco’s face. 

While sliding in to make things easier Cesar ripped a long wet fart right into Marco’s face and mouth, leaving Marcos dazed and less tense. Cesar now had the hardest part to do, fitting his huge dick down in Marcos mouth, which he did after some stretching and pushing. Cesar slid all the way in, Marcos felt disoriented, there was another person inside him, changing who he was. Cesar took advantage of Marco’s vulnerable state and began adjusting himself fully. He shoved his huge feet into Marco’s stretching them to twice their size and the smell before was foul but now was far worse. Hair sprouted out of every toe and smelled as if he’d never washed them before. His legs began to thicken and hair sprouted turning his legs into two tree trunks. The hair swirled up to his ass, burning into his skin a pelt of hair around his asshole, and his ass bubbled up into two huge orbs. 

His arms grew and so did his forests of hair underneath his arms. Reeking of musk and the smell of forty grown men in the body of a nineteen year old. And of course before Cesar could forget he had to adjust his prized asset, his horse cock. Marcos already had a nice set, and if it weren’t for Cesar's sheer size he wouldn’t have to adjust it but after shoving and air thrusting his cock into Marcos cock, he was adjusted to his new nine inches. Cesar began to admire his work, sniffing his feet, feeling his face, and his favorite sticking his finger in his asshole. 

The last thing to do was to get rid of Marcos for good which shouldn’t be an issue for Cesar, he lives to do this. Cesar in Marcos rummaged around Marco’s room until he could find anything to use when he reached under the bed to find a pocket pussy. Cesar stuck his finger inside and sure enough it was used. “ At least you’ll go out doing what you loved Marcos, or should I say what we love. “ Cesar stuck his and Marcos cock into the pocket pussy, gently now that their cocks are one it is twice as sensitive. Marcos' body began to moan and he thrusted into the pussy. Cesar to make things more interesting edged the rim of his new asshole before shoving his fingers in there as he thrusted. Marcos' moans roared louder and louder as the stench in the room skyrocketed, and the sex as well. Marcos' body began to sweat profusely drenching his body in that salty liquid, marinating in all of his crevices, scenting the room. Marcos lifted his arm to his face after taking his fingers out to smell his work. 

Cesar made Marcos slobber and lick his own armpits, swishing the sweat around in his mouth and all over his face. Cesar could feel it he was close, and at this time Marcos was aware his doom was about to happen. With one last thrust and with a moan that could be hear down the block Marcos blew the biggest load ever into the pussy, overflowing it with his liquids and the old Marcos with it. Cesar now fully Marcos collapsed on the bed panting with lust and exhaust. The cum leaking out of the pussy all over his fuckstick now reeking of pure male musk and stench. Marcos rubbed it all over his sensitive tip and everywhere. He bathed himself in his cum. No where was untouched his salty spunk that he would never wash out. “ Holy fuck! I’m a sex machine. “

 He heard a knock at his door and jumped up and threw his jockstrap on and got up to answer the door. He answered the door and there was a constable and a bunch of cops outside next door. The constable looked up from his legal pad and was shocked to see Marcos in a smelly skimpy jockstrap leaving nothing for imagination. “ Uhhhh- “ was all the constable could get out. “ Sorry sir I was busy choking my fat ass cock and fingering myself before you came to the door. How can I help? “ The constable was even more floored by this. "On second thought I think we have all we need thank you. “ The constable scurried off, meanwhile Thomas ran up to him very confused and embarrassed for Marcos. “ Dude what the fuck are you doing? Why are you out here like that, and what the hell is that smell you reek?! “ Marcos grinned while licking his lips. “ Why don’t you find out sweet ass! “ Marcos grabbed Thomas inside the house and all that could be heard was the two fucking the shit out of each others brains. Luckily Thomas was a lot freakier than he led on with Marcos when he was still Marcos. And theres no worry about Marcos brother hearing the two hunks fucking. He’s been dead since Marcos went to his room the first time. But who cares, not like there’s anyone who cares enough to find out. 

Hello and Hi, I am not dead! I have been extremely swamped since I’ve graduated and college stuff now BUT I did finally finish a story for you guys I do hope you like it!! It will most likely be a hot minute till I release another story, it will most likely be on my birthday August 15th so look out for a story drop then. But please feel free to express stuff YOU yes you would like to see, dm me send photos I can always use photos. Hope you guys enjoy your horny reading! 

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“It finally worked. The machine actually worked.”

I can still feel the electricity buzzing under my skin… Every electrode, every jolt—it all led to this. My body’s massive now. Taller. Stronger. Heavier. I can barely recognize myself in the mirror—and I love it.

My muscles are constantly pumped, like they’re begging to be flexed. Just lifting my arms feels like unleashing power. Clothes? Forget it. Nothing fits anymore. Doors? I have to duck under most of them now, and sidestep to squeeze through.

But damn… I’ve never felt this good. This powerful. This alive.

And I don’t think I’m done growing yet.

You’re staring like a pathetic little worm,

mouth half open, eyes wide, probably hard already.

And who could blame you?

I mean, look at me. I’m a monster now—

every inch of me packed with power you’ll never even understand,

let alone touch.

You struggle to fit in your shirts—I rip through mine just breathing.

You get winded on stairs—I make the ground shake when I walk.

You wish you were me.

But you’re not. You’re just there, watching, drooling, dreaming.

And I love it.

I love knowing you’ll never have this.

Never be this.

All you can do… is worship….

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I don’t know what compelled me to do it, but I just put them on, these ridiculously tiny Superman briefs that had appeared out of nowhere. Had one of my Grindr hookups left them behind? No, surely I would have remembered them. Had they possibly been left behind in the dryer in the laundry room downstairs? Maybe, but again, I think I would have noticed them when I was putting them away in my underwear drawer. I don’t own anything even remotely similar to these briefs. They aren’t even my size. These things must be an XS.

Which makes me wonder why I even thought that I would be able to fit into them in the first place.

And yet, I squeezed my way into them. And I do mean “squeezed.” I’m surprised, in fact, that they didn’t rip apart at the seams as I stood there in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at myself, looking at how stupid I looked in them. I knew that I needed to lose some weight, but seeing myself stuffed into these little things was a real slap in the face. 

And then I started dancing. And dancing, and dancing, and dancing. Like there was something that was moving me, some sort of music somewhere, and I just could not stop dancing.

And as I danced, I watched my chubby body fade away. My stomach, my chest, even my face, everything was changing right in front of my eyes. I wasn’t just getting thinner, I was actually starting to notice some tone to my muscles, some sharpness to the lines of my face that I had never seen before. And I just kept dancing.

I danced until those little Superman briefs looked perfect on me, and until I looked perfect wearing them. Now they fit me like they were supposed to, like I knew they were supposed to. This young stud in the mirror, with the tight body and handsome face, this is who the briefs wanted me to be. 

I could stop dancing now, but I didn’t want to.

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Locker room shapeshift (Version 2) Prompts: @rowdy317 Pics: Midjourney Morph/Video: PixVerse