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"Roger? I..." something was off with him, for days now! With my neighbours son. He wasn't around that much, visiting for the weekend.

He was nice, having a chat with me here and ther. But this time it was different. Looked at me different, checked me out even. But I tried to not overrate it

But now this... and I... yes, I really couldn't look away...

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A good 25 years melted away in seconds, that rough chin smoothed out, muscle getting leaner, bodyhair receding aside the ones on his head getting fuller until that rather sexy daddy boiled down to this stunning boy.

"I... stil..." I mumbled with him giving me a good wink, encouraging me to step closer...

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Repeating History

Derek smiled as he walked back to the teacher's lounge. He had just finished having a heart-to-heart with one of his students, Billy, who was again reported for bullying. The high school senior reminded him a lot of himself at that age- young, arrogant, and a total asshole. If it hadn't been for Derek's high school sweetheart helping him see there was more to him than that, who knows how he would've ended up. Derek could only hope that he could have a similar positive effect on Billy.

"Mr. Novak!" He turned to see an older woman with wild grey hair coming towards him, a concerned look on her wrinkled face.

"Hey there. Can I help you?" Derek smiled.

The woman stomped up to him, jabbing a finger against his chest. "I heard about what happened with my grandson today. Bullying, harassment, cruelty! And you… You allow this nonsense?" Her words dripped with anger and disappointment.

"I'm deeply sorry about what Tim has been going through. I've spoken with all of those involved." Derek started, "Ma'am, please let me reassure you, I'm working to address…"

Derek's words were cut off as the irate grandmother suddenly grabbed his hand, turning it over to examine his palm. Her eyes widened as she traced the lines intently.

"This palm… This fork here!" She exclaimed, pointing to a distinct V-shaped line intersecting his lifeline. "Major change, right here. A crossroads taken." Her gaze snapped up to meet his, ancient and knowing. "It seems you weren't always the saintly teacher you pretend to be now, hmm Mr. Novak?" A sardonic smile played at her lips. "Once a bully, always a bully they say. Arrogant! Narcissistic! You'd rather empathize with hooligans than those they torment!"

"Now hold on just a moment…"

"They think they come to you for help! But you can't help your true nature. You deceive them!"

In a fluid motion, the old woman pressed her thumb and forefinger together over the intersection point in Derek's palm. To his shock, he watched the lines shift and merge beneath her touch until the distinctive Y shape smoothed into a single line. A chill ran down his spine. Derek stumbled back, his mind reeling as he stared at his palm in disbelief. What the hell just happened? He looked up at the old woman, questions burning in his eyes, but she had already turned away, muttering darkly under her breath.

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Derek trudged into his apartment, his mind still spinning from the bizarre encounter with Tim's grandmother earlier. The place was a complete disaster - dirty laundry strewn across the floor, empty beer bottles and pizza boxes littering every surface. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of sweat and neglect. He wrinkled his nose, feeling strangely drawn to the pungent aroma despite himself.

"Jenny? Babe, you home?" He called out, expecting to hear his girlfriend's voice, "Babe is everything…"

But as the words left his mouth, a flicker of confusion passed through him. Why was he calling for Jenny? They hadn't been together in…in… Memories flashed through his mind - he asked her out, she brutally shot him down, they hadn't spoken since. He felt his stomach churn just at the thought.

"What the hell is going on?" He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. When did he start letting things go like this? Derek prided himself on being put together, both personally and professionally. But standing amidst the chaos of his once-neat living space, he barely recognized it, "I-I'll clean up tomorrow." He muttered, "I need some sleep."

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Derek jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. Morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains as he sat up, blinking in confusion. His eyes fell to his bare torso and he gasped - his chest hair, usually a thick patch, was nowhere to be seen. Running a hand over his jaw, he recoiled at the smoothness beneath his fingertips. Even his five o'clock shadow, a constant companion, had vanished overnight.

"Derek! Get up, you're gonna be late for school!" His mother's voice rang out, accompanied by the sound of her fist pounding on the door.

School? Derek leapt out of bed, his mind reeling. But wait… This wasn't his apartment. His eyes landed on posters of scantily clad models and sports cars plastered on the walls. A desk overflowing with textbooks and energy drink cans. It took a full minute for the realization to hit him - he was in his childhood bedroom.

Derek stumbled to the mirror, hardly recognizing the face staring back at him. Smooth skin, clear eyes, a youthful glow - he looked like he was 18 again, a high school senior. His hands shook as he gripped the sink, memories flooding back. The last thing he remembered clearly was confronting Billy about bullying Tim. Then the strange encounter with Tim's grandmother, her cryptic words, the sensation of his palm changing…

A loud bang on the door startled him, "Derek! I mean it, you'll miss first period!" His mom's voice held an edge of frustration.

"I'm up!" He called back, trying to keep his voice steady. Panic rising in his throat, he rifled through drawers, pulling on a t-shirt and jeans that felt too tight across his increasingly larger muscles, "I'll be down in a minute!"

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Heart racing, Derek navigated the crowded hallways of the high school, memories of his teenage years washing over him. Lockers slamming, kids laughing and shouting greetings to each other. It all felt so vivid, so real. He spotted a familiar face among the sea of students - Martha, one of his colleague and good friend. Relief flooded through him and he made a beeline towards her.

"Martha, thank god," he started, lowering his voice, "Something really weird is happening to me. I woke up and-"

Martha cut him off with a sharp look, placing a hand on his shoulder and guiding him out of earshot of nearby students. "Derek, enough with the informalities. You know better than to call me by my first name."

Her tone was stern, almost parental. Derek blinked, taken aback.

Derek's jaw dropped open, a wave of confusion and humiliation washing over him. "What do you mean? Martha, it's me, Derek. Your friend, your colleague…"

Martha's expression softened slightly, but her posture remained rigid. "Derek, I don't know what game you're playing at, but it needs to stop. Your behavior lately has been completely unacceptable. Skipping classes, showing up disheveled, making inappropriate comments to the other students…" She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And for heaven's sake, when was the last time you showered or applied deodorant?"

A pungent odor seemed to emanate from Derek, a mix of stale sweat and Axe. Martha wrinkled her nose, stepping back slightly.

Derek lifted his arm, sniffing his armpit experimentally. An amused chuckle escaped his lips before he could stop it. "Y'know, that actually doesn't smell half bad…" The words left his mouth before he could censor himself. Horror dawned on his face as he realized what he'd said, "I'm fine, Ms. Johnson. Thanks for your concern."

Before turning to leave. But in his haste, he failed to watch where he was going. His shoulder collided with another student's chest, sending them both stumbling.

"For fucks sake! Watch it, loser!" Derek snarled, shoving the smaller boy roughly. It took a moment for recognition to set in. Timmy, "Tch, typical fuckin' loser. Always in the way." He sneered, looking Timmy up and down with contempt, "I…" He froze, "I… I'm so sorry, Timmy. That was…" He swallowed hard, fighting back tears, "I didn't mean it. Please forgive me."

Derek reached out a hand, but Timmy flinched away, eyeing him warily. Around them, other students began to take notice, whispers and stares piercing the sudden tension. And Derek fled. Left the building and ran down the street, only stopping when he caught a glimpse of himself in a car mirror.

Derek stood frozen, staring at his reflection in shock and revulsion. The person looking back at him was a stranger, yet achingly familiar. It was like gazing into a twisted mirror, seeing the worst version of himself magnified tenfold. Young, cocky, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Muscles rippling beneath his thin t-shirt as he flexed unconsciously. Blonde hair artfully tousled, blue eyes glinting with mischief and barely concealed arrogance. He looked like a caricature of himself at 18- all of his features emphasizing arrogance and cockiness.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Shouldn't you be at school, Mr. Novak?" Derek turned to see Timmy's grandmother, wearing a satisfied smirk. "Or perhaps you prefer to skip class these days, just like old times?"

Derek's blood ran cold, a chill running down his spine. "What did you do to me? Why am I like this?" He demanded, his voice cracking with desperation and fear.

The old woman threw her head back and laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Oh, you naive little boy. I simply removed the catalyst that set you on a different path."

Derek shook his head vehemently, backing away from the old woman. "No, no, no. This isn't me anymore. I'm not that person!" He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. "I don't want to be this arrogant, selfish prick. I fuckin' hate this!" He grabbed his head, "I can feel it... fuck... Please..." Despite his words, he couldn't help but flex his bicep, admiring the way it popped. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The old woman's eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction. "Look at yourself, Derek. You're already slipping back into old habits. Enjoying the scent of your own musk, aren't you? Appreciating the way your body responds to your newfound strength."

"Shut the fuck up." He snapped, "You don't know shit about me or what I want."

He ran a hand through his perfectly tousled blonde hair, preening slightly. The urge to post a shirtless selfie was suddenly overwhelming. Maybe he'd hit the gym later, really show off his gains. Derek shook his head, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts, but they kept creeping back in, tempting him with the promise of validation and admiration.

"You had a choice once upon a time." The old lady said, "But I've set you on a new path. You want to empathize with those hooligans? With those that bully others? You're no better than them."

Derek went to protest. To say something clever. But as he tried to think, he found... nothing. What was there to protest?

"You got a problem with me?" His eyes narrowed, "I don't need to listen to this shit. This is who I am." He cracked his knuckles, relishing the sound. "And if you ask me, I'm pretty fucking awesome like this."

"Yes, yes you are." She smiled, "Enjoy your life Derek."

And with that, she was gone. Leaving Derek to revel in his new life. He looked down at his muscular arms, flexing them instinctively. A slow grin spread across his face as he breathed in his own pungent scent, reveling in it.

"I fuckin' will." He chuckled.

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Grinning widely, Derek strode into his old childhood bedroom, leaving the door wide open. He stripped off his shirt without hesitation, tossing it aside carelessly. Staring at his muscular reflection in the full-length mirror, he flexed and posed shamelessly, admiring every inch of his sculpted physique. His hands roaming his abs. He gave his flexed bicep an appreciate squeeze.

"Not bad, bro. Not bad at all," he murmured approvingly, enjoying the musk emanating from his pits. Picking up his phone, he snapped a series of provocative selfies, "Now that's the shit."

This felt right. Like it was always meant to be. And Derek couldn't have been any happier.

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Neighbors to Lovers

Sean had just moved to a new apartment and everything was seemingly perfect. A perfect walk from the school he was going to, a perfect distance drive from the grocery store, and best of all, a perfect set of neighbors. He knew his experience with his apartment would be a little different since it was a college town, but he wasn't expecting every neighbor of his to be prime gay eyecandy. 

There was the couple that lived in unit 60; two frat bros that were obviously fucking eachother. One was a tall, leanly toned, pale skinned, blonde track star. The other was shorter, bulky, muscular, tan, curly haired, must have been a wrestler or something. Its like they were made for each other, they made so much sense in his head.

Sean himself wasn't too bad, but he wasn't too great either- mousy black hair  and a thin-ish build with a bit of pudge from not taking care of himself. He wasn't insecure, but with these models around him it was hard to not be. 

His new neighbor was especially cute, a little shorter, lean, and twinkish. His eyes were beautiful, Sean swore they were made from emeralds. It was like everytime he saw him he got cuter, bigger eyes, slimmer waist, he was intoxicating, a perfect bottom. 

His coiffed light brown hair would sit perfectly on his pretty head, making him look ethereal in a way. 

He was so caught up in checking out his neighbor's perfect ass, he didn't realize how much he was changing to. His pale skin deepened as his once mousy black hair started curling up. Every day there would be a new change, set by the landlord to take place. It was gradual, but noticeable. One day in the elevator he got caught up in his reflection. He was looking good! His diet and workout routine was paying off finally- he didn't even question that he grew a few extra inches to 6’5” in a month. He gave a small flex as he watched his once scrawny arm fill with muscle. Right as he flexed his neighbor had walked into the elevator. He looked away a little bit embarrassed as his neighbor did the same. He noticed the little twink stealing glances at Sean's member which proudly rested loudly in his gray sweatpants. 

Maybe he didn't notice, but the pheromones Sean was releasing already secured his little neighbor as his fucktoy.

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ReMod App ~ One Tap to Rewrite it All

Daniel lounged back on the sun-warmed pool chair, sweat glistening on his broad chest as he casually sipped a glass of ice water and scrolled through his phone. His legs sprawled confidently, his sculpted frame barely contained in the snug black swim trunks that hugged his powerful thighs. He wore a backwards cap, massive headphones over his ears, and a lazy, satisfied grin that screamed self-assurance. Every now and then, a group of girls would giggle as they passed, stealing glances at him—and he’d flash them a knowing smirk, as if that had always been his reality.

And as far as Daniel knew… it had.

Only a few days ago, Daniel had been the least noticeable guy on the trip. He was wiry, short, and always the “funny friend,” not the one who drew attention. Sick of always playing second fiddle to his ripped, confident buddies, he’d been scrolling through his phone one night at the hotel and came across an ad for the ReMod App. It looked like some silly avatar-editing game, so he downloaded it, laughed at how you could tweak your height, body hair, jawline, and even “confidence aura.” He sculpted the perfect version of himself—tall, tan, muscular, and undeniably hot—and clicked confirm.

What he hadn’t noticed were the settings at the bottom:

[✓] Reality Rewrite

[✓] Self Forget Enabled

When the transformation hit, Daniel didn’t feel a thing. Because as far as he knew, he had always looked like this.

Gone were his old insecurities and self-deprecating humor. In their place was easy charm, natural swagger, and a track record of attention from both women and men alike. His friends never questioned the shift—because to them, Daniel had always been the alpha of the group.

There were no old photos, no records of who he used to be. Every image, ID, and memory had been rewritten to reflect the body he now had. The ReMod App, now deleted and forgotten, had done its job perfectly.

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Dillon was nothing short of a track star, his college's best and brightest—and gayest. To keep his title, he maintained a vigorous gym workout, consisting of mostly cardio. The gym was his second home, his favorite place aside from the track field, so you could imagine his frustration after finding out the school gym was going under construction for a few months. Luckily, as if a blessing from the big dude upstairs, a brand new gym had opened barely five minutes away from his dorm. He signed up immediately, unable to resist buying the deluxe package since the school would subsidize the extra cost. He really should have read the fine print instead of getting carried away. The deluxe consisted of major bodybuilding, NOT cardio, and the trainers would load up his headphones with tracks that slowly worm into his mind and put the things they want in there. Of course, the gym is well known for making a man out of even the wimpiest rookie. So, much to Dillon's surprise, he ended up transforming into a completely straight, pussy hound, bulky alpha!

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"You don't know how much I want to fuck our RA, so....thank you, you really sounded like him you know?"

Adrian just smiled as Tom started to collect his clothes. Adrian is rather out of breath, but after-sex glow cannot be hidden and he looks beaming with it, especially with the glistened sweat covering his hairy body

"And I want to be nailed by you, Tom. So thank you,"

"Sorry that I told you to use your power. It's just.....well....you said it yourself, no hard feelings whatsoever, right? I'm just not.....really into you, for now though, you are growing on me dude,"

Adrian chuckled as he returns to his real-self, reverting back is so much quicker and less dramatic compared to take on someone's else appearance

"Yeah, I know. So, you are off to practice now?"

"Yeah, gotta go now or I'll be late. And uh--- Adrian I umm---- I told Jeff, the qb, about your power----"

Goddamn

"--- and he said that maybe a blowjob from Coach Summers will be a good laugh,"

"Well, tell Jeff to come by tonight then......and maybe he can have Coach Summers begging on his knee for some one-on-one blowjob with his favorite star on the team," Adrian said with a wink, Tom just smiled and let out a chuckle

"Shit's gonna be hilarious tonight. Okay then, see you bro!"

"Yeah, see you,"

Well, hopefully his roommate won't mind to stay out from their room for one more night, there's no way in hell he will pass on sucking the qb's dick

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Since these two fucking bullies wouldn't leave the park to let my little bro and his friends play around, I decided that me and my best friend Dennis might have the right solution on how to watch our younger siblings play around while us still having the fun we wanted

Let's just say, Dennis really smelled good this time wearing Eau de Connor's while I enjoyed making this homophobic asshat savored the taste of his own bestfriend's salty pits and cigarette-infused saliva as I kissed Connor on the lips wishing. Our younger brothers and their friends cooed at us as we kissed and we just smiled back at them wishing that this won't be a one-time event. Well, if these bullies remained being stubborn and acted like kings of the park, this is indeed something that might happen regularly

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What a goofball! But that surprise really took off. When he got into the mobile toilet, wearing that burly worker in dirty clothes I didn't suspect anything.

Shortly after though a familiar voice emerged that wasn't the workers.

"Ready?"

"Jamie?" I just said before he kicked open the door, smiling at me with the handsome face of that huy he got some days ago that he must have snuggled into his backpack when we left the flat in the morning...

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Pool Party Surprise!

Kenzo enjoyed Miguel's pool party until Miguel's "special" margaritas hit him. His mind got fuzzy and his cock started to stiffen. Before he could realize those were the symptoms of conversion powder, his mind went dumb and his gay cock became hard as a rock! Seconds later, he was fucking his gold star away and perhaps even his homosexuality. The effects of conversion powder are usually permanent. He has a slim chance, but judging by his euphoric expression, it doesn't look very likely. The powder also has a weird side effect of making you desperately want to impregnate... better start thinking of baby names, Kenzo!

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Next one in line - I'm part of the team for quite a while now, slipping from one mate to the next. And there are still some interesting choices yet to make. He, though, is definately one of my favourites...

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When the gym is basically empty besides this one fucker.

I didn't really expect to find anything, just wanted to get off some steam, maby have some staff.

But when I got in, there was this well built guy sitting on the rowing mashine.

I knew right away that I wouldn't be able to leave without that set of muscles, that frame, built bye pure determination.

So I waited, stayed around, watched those strong movements, those muscles working unter his skin, his broad back, his bulging arms, his massive thighs.

The gym wouldn't be open much longer, so eventually he finished his excersises aswell as me.

I had my challenges not to stare at him all the time, but he definately would have notices some interest when he wouldn't have been so focused. He was all in his world, in his programme and this drew me in even more.

So I watched as he undressed himself, got rid of that sweaty tanktop and the some shorts. I nearly hasped when I saw this tight slip revealed. It couldn't have been more perfect.

And I could have taken him right then and there, but there was no rush. Nobody around. No need to not follow him into the showers, see his marvelous body under the steamy water, see him lathing up himself with soap, his hand gliding over those shapes.

And at some point I couldn't wait anymore, couldn't pretend to shower myself while I hid the shot. So I got moving, walked over with speeding steps while he turned his head in irritation, opening his mouth just before I jacked that syringe into his meaty ass.

I breathed out heavily, breathed out all that tension that I had built up, pushing him towards the wall, grabbing him with one hand while I leaned against the tiles with the other.

I stood there for quite a while, just feeling his body getting lighter and lighter in my hand, eventually holding him up against me, his skin against mine, my excitement against his perfect body.

And I opened him, slipped into that body, pulled him over my own like a shiny glove, his muscles over my much leaner frame until I closed him off, feeling my body merge, grow, adjust, and finally breathing with his chest, feeling his strong frame as mine, moaning slightly with his tone.

What a nice development...