#mental corruption

[dumbpuppycatgirl]

I have like a fantasy where like someone makes me so so so dumb, dumb enough to not just forget big words, like domestication, but also smaller words. And like dumb enough to not know that im dumb? And maybe like dummy enough that like i forgor basic stuff like numbers and the uhh ABC and like maybe if me is like horny enouf even name? And then Owner like teach me, caus me forgor and Owner smarties, Owner knows, me tinks that woud like be so so so much funsies!! Somewon like wannna tries make me dumb and hapy? Dumb is hapy

[occamstfs]

Frat Founding

Wanting a simple group on campus for Indian students on campus, Kiran goes to Chad who has other plans for the academic and university at large. In short order Kiran becomes the first link in that chain and soon neither he nor his friends will be able to resist the allure of horny, dumb Greek Life

The corruption of Kiran into a Desi frat bro he would hate to be! Found too many refs so I tossed on some briefer TFs of his friends at the end. Hope you enjoy! -Occam

He was treating it like meeting an advisor, or a professor. Countless times over the last few years Kiran had gone out of his way to ask for advice on personal projects or visited office hours just to gain further insights. The CS Honors student was always looking for ways to get ahead academically.

Never has one of these meetings involved a person quite like Chad Becker however. The President of the University’s Greek Council was only known to Kiran by reputation. Kiran’s never been much of a people person, part of this whole proposal to the frat president. He wants to make a space for other Indian and South East Asians on campus to have something of a Spirit Org on campus, and given the funding provided by the council to fledgling orgs, he figured it was at least worth a shot.

Worst Chad can say was no, right?

Kiran feels the weight of Chad's stare as he awaits an answer after his opening spiel. There are a few beats before the president speaks up, giving Kiran more than enough time to go over a good number of scenarios where he’s promptly laughed out of the room. Instead though, the intimidating ideal of a frat bro smiles and responds. 

Despite the performatively laid back tone, it’s clear that there are cold calculations behind the man’s words, “For sure lil bro. Trust, there’s no one who wants to see Greek Life be more, hm, multicultural yeah? I absolutely hear you.” Listening intently, Kiran struggles to find any sincerity in the Cali bro’s tone as he waits for the ‘but’ that must be incoming.

It doesn’t. Still staring at him with eyes as sharp as a shark’s despite their icy blue irises, Chad continues, “I’m sure you know frat life gets a bad rap regarding biases and having a group like yours on campus would help everyone see that there’s a place for them in Greek Life. So Kiran, bro, correct me if I’m wrong, but you’d be president of the frat starting out yeah?”

Chad is clearly sizing him up as he says this, like a prize steer to go to show or a weed to be pulled so something superior may be planted. Kiran doesn’t notice as he bristles at realizing there’s been a misunderstanding, “Oh! Sorry Mr. Becker, I think- I, sorry- I wasn’t really thinking about a frat so much as uhm? In my mind I was imagining something more along the lines of a support organization for-”

He’s cut off without a word as Chad sucks on his teeth. Kiran swears he feels the temperature drop in the room, nerves. It’s just nerves. Forcing himself with all he’s got to look at the man sitting opposite him, somehow above him, Kiran almost shivers as he sees him only stare more intently, almost glaring. His perfect wide smile only gleams brighter as he continues to look into and through the meeker student like a predator. 

For a moment his surfer-vocal fry fades away, “I see I see, so you want to use our funds for your little hackathons and holi formals but keep us at arms length yeah?” His eyes narrow and his lips twitch slightly, but then he takes a deep breath and resets. That cold tone moving like the ebb of the tide as he reminds Kiran who holds the power here, “Let’s start over. Would you like a drink Kiran?” 

Seeing Chad wander over to a minifridge hiding in the corner and grab a beer, Kiran prepares to turn the offer down. But then the president stands over him, one meaty hand on his shoulder while the other offers him an opened bottle dripping with condensation, “Please, Kiran. I insist.” 

Before he even has an inclination to respond, the bottle already rests in his shaky hand. Only then does he notice the creeping thirst. Suddenly, his mouth and throat are so dry he wonders if he’d even be able to even speak. 

Chad’s smile is too emotionless to be read as cruel and calculating, though there’s sure to be no affection in his words as he seeks to compel Kiran, “Go on, Prez to be, take a sip.”

He’s never been much of a drinker, let alone a beer guy. But as he’s commanded, like a dutiful soldier he has no choice but to obey. As soon as the first sip graces his tongue, the bookish student’s senses are dulled.

In the back of his mind he hears the echo of a memory he doesn’t remember living. Voices shout, ‘Chug, chug, chug!’ Kiran’s eyes go blank as he can’t help but obey. Each heaving gulp is deeper and more labored than the one that comes before. Kiran’s vision swims slightly as he watches Chad’s unreadable expression tinge with contentment.

Patting his guest on the back and laughing, Chad makes his way over to grab a couple more beers, “Hah! Easy now bro, this is a meeting now after all! Didn’t think you were that much of a party animal Kiran.” Popping open two more bottles, he sets one in front of Kiran and watches as the smaller man slowly shakes his head.

He isn’t a party animal, he detests crowds and drunken fraternity bros. Opening his mouth to deny Chad’s asinine assessment, his stomach grumbles. One of his hands goes to put pressure on it and physically  feels it rumble. Still woozy from one drink, the lightweight suddenly begins to feel bloated.

Mouth still agog, his hand quickly flies to his face as he struggles to stop himself from burping. Clamping his lips shut just in time, each second pushing down the urge, each second refusing to let loose, it only grows more intense. He feels pressure rising in his stomach as his jaw burns from the effort of staying decent. 

Beyond simple pressure, Kiran realizes that it’s not just internal, he feels his thin stomach pushing into his hand. In between clutching fingers begins to grow a layer of fat he simply would never eat enough to maintain. This distracts him enough for everything to give. Eyes watering, Kiran turns to look at the Frat president, as soon as he sees the smug look on Chad’s once guarded face, he loses control.

Buurrp- It lasts more than a few seconds. The soothing relief of giving in is firmly repressed by the embarrassment that fills his chest. Deep enough that Kiran can scarcely notice though, some part of him thinks it’s funny. Nothing wrong with burping bro, chill out- And while the thought is buried for now, it only continues to grow. 

“Nice one brah!” Chad reaches out his drink to cheers with the new beer bottle in front of Kiran, lacking willpower to do anything but obey, so he does. Cold bottle in his hand once more he can’t ignore how right it feels in his hand. Clink- Seeing Chad take a swig he once more mimics his, er the president.

Still bloated, Kiran notices another strange sensation begin to rise. Just below where he clutched his stomach earlier, an itch begins to rise. With a frown, his free hand goes to do what one does and scratch it, clumsily continuing to drink his free beer as he does so.

Each pass of his fingers only makes it worse, spreads the burning itch further. Figuring he’s already embarrassed himself enough in front of Chad, he shoves his hand under his shirt. Gasping in shock, he realizes that his lower stomach is covered in a treasure trail growing wider by the second. 

Feeling the strands pushing out into his sweaty fingers he can’t help but steal a look. Waiting for Chad to inspect papers in front of him Kiran quickly yanks up his shirt and bites his tongue to prevent from gasping again as he sees, on top of clearly having more weight, that his stomach that has always been gratefully hairless has been overrun with body hair. 

Too dense and thick to even be dubbed a treasure trail, Kiran struggles to remember how he let it get this bad. Eyes drifting lower, Kiran finds another new problem. Slightly peeking out above his waistband and creating a definite bulge above his cock, his pubes have grown even more rampant than his belly hair. Seeing this and taking another swig of his beer, Kiran burps once more before doing the unimaginable.

He shoves his hands in his pants and scratches at his pubes. Almost moaning from delight he bites his lip as his fingers are immediately tangled in the thick new jungle. Creaking under his squirming form, reminding him that he has somehow put on more than a few pounds, Kiran absolutely forgets where he is as his hand drifts lower to cup his balls. His less-than-graceful fingers find them unmistakably heavier than they’ve ever been, almost filling his small hand. 

Never truly distracted, at this point Chad sees fit it’s time to break Kiran from his reverie, lest he go too far too fast. Clearing his throat he calls Kiran back to his right mind, more or less. The slightly heftier student’s hand tears from his pants and forcefully bumps into the underside of Chad’s desk, producing a deep grunt of pain. 

Now realizing that he was cupping his balls during the most important meeting of the semester, Kiran tries to hide that from the man who sees right through him. Though, without him being aware of it the very same hand races to his nose wherein he takes a deep sniff of the ball sweat soaked fingers. Watching his eyes roll back from the odor, Chad has to stop from bursting out laughing.

Going on something of a victory lap, Chad sees fit to taunt the changing man, “Yo bro, you just adjust your dick didja?” Hand still under his nose, Kiran stammers quickly denying the idea, there’s no way he did that? He’d not do so in private, how could he? And yet, even as he forces his hand back to his papers, the whiff of his sweaty dick remains, “No! Of course not- I mean-”

Smirking, Chad interrupts, “No, no, don’t worry ‘bout it bro. Guys like us don’t gotta worry about stuff like that. You get an itch, it’s the most human thing in the world to scratch it.” Kiran slowly shakes his head, guys like us. He’s not like Chad, he’ll never be like Chad

Seeing the man meagrely fighting back Chad stuffs his hand down his pants and performatively scratches an itch that wasn’t even there, dropping a stray pube on the table. The whole time, Kiran’s eyes never left the man’s hands, staring at the bulge in his pants shifting to the single curly strand that now sits between them. Ready to move on and content that the man’s changes are accelerating, Chad directs his attention back to himself.

“Got something on your cheek there bruh?” There’s the sound of Kiran sucking spit back into his mouth, not even aware that he had apparently been drooling. Quickly taking another swig, emptying his second beer, Kiran’s free hand flies to his face. Still slightly sticky from sweat, his fingers find something so shocking that he almost spits up the amber beer still in his mouth. 

Swallowing the beer and tossing the bottle onto the table he scratches at his face fervently, beyond shocked that without his notice his paltry stubble has exploded to cover his face. No it’s not even stubble, as his suddenly less than pristine fingernails trail across his once hairless cheeks, peach fuzz thickens and spreads further across his face.

In no time at all a mustache pushes out of his upper lip and his jawline is coated with a thick beard. His mind tries to tell him this is normal, he’s got a hairy stomach and bushy pubes, surely he’s had this beard forever. Feeling bloated once more, his shirt begins to strain his chest as two meaty pecs begin to rise above his meatier stomach. 

Focus returns to his eyes, he knows something is horribly wrong. Thicker brows furrowing at Chad he grunts out, finding his voice crackling deeper and slightly tinged with the vocal fry that infects every word out of Chad’s mouth, “What are you grh- doing to me you- urgh Asshole!” The president feigns concern and tilts his head ignoring the question that may well be Kiran’s last show of strength. Chad then simply pushes his half drunk beer closer to Kiran.

Eyes flickering between the man returning to the minifridge and the stale bottle set before him like bait, Kiran’s willpower begins to wane once more. Before the frat bro even makes it across the room, the sound of Kiran’s shirt straining against his heavier arms as he reaches for the drink fills the air. Chad grabs three more and returns to the desk.

When the mousy student entered the room Chad wondered if he’d even be able to sustain the transformation. Sitting here now, watching him drink that backwash laden swill without question, seeing nipples poking through the shirt beginning to tear, it’s clear that no dweeb out there will be able to resist his siren call. Kiran burps loudly, stopping just short of guffawing he tugs at his increasingly uncomfortable shirt. 

Time to finish the dance, “So, Kiran, you were saying you wanted an Indian frat on campus right?” The top button bursts off his button up as he dumbly produces a plodding, “uuuuhhh?” His mind alights with his shifting memories. The fluorescent lights from studying overnight in a library suddenly strobing, changing colors as bookshelves press inward and deep base begins to pump from speakers pushing out from behind tables now littered with red solo cups and spilled cans. 

Automatically drinking from the new bottle sat in front of him, Kiran sloppily wipes the beer spilling onto his beard with his hairier arm. Struggling a bit as his muscular biceps now compete with his heavy pecs for space. His vision swims, rapidly switching between the blowout party and the meeting with Chad. Competing with blaring speakers and crowd uproar that only he can hear, Kiran shouts in his new bullish voice, “Well uhhh, bro kinda just wanted a place for guys like me to hang y’know? Place for all the lil Desi guys on campus yuh?”

“Shirt’s lookin a little tight there bruh, you sure you’re just a ‘lil guy’ anymore?” Turning to take in his thick form, Kiran certainly can’t disagree. Chest hair encroaching on his neck, thighs thicker than his waist used to be. The chair creaks once more, threatening to totally give way under the still growing man. Yeah he’s no twerp, him and his bros are always at the gym.

In fact, Kiran doesn’t remember the last time he was even in a lecture. Attending office hours is absolutely out of the questions, the only interactions he’s had with professors and T.A’s were arm wringing for class credit. Clear as day he remembers meeting with a dude he would’ve sworn he was close with for intro to python, but as he plays it through he remembers burping in the man’s face and throwing a sweaty, heavy arm around him. 

God that nerd was so uncomfortable. His expression turns to a sneer as he sits in front of Chad, and the president knows his work is just about done. Kiran paws at his crotch as he recalls dominating that man, some weak academic who thought himself a superior. Biting his lip, his bulge makes itself more than clear in his tight dress pants as the fabric rapidly e into the same sweats he wears every day, stained as they may be. 

When pre suddenly begins to leave a stain that makes it clear the Desi frat bro is free balling, Chad knows Kiran is far past the point of no return. “Bro, do you ever not think with your cock?” Tearing off whatever remains of his shirt and fondling his bulky pecs Kiran shrugs, “Dunno bro, you ever think about somethin’ other than my cock either?” There’s a charge in the air as the two men stare at each other with something dark in their expressions before both break out into uproarious laughter.

Then, addressing it like it’s something they had discussed a number of times, Kiran takes the floor, “So, big bro, council good if I start recruiting for my new chapter?” Chad raises his glass and takes a long swig, with a content sigh he acquiesces, “Course brobro, we know you more than got what it takes. Been wanting to diversify frat row’s portfolio for a while, you know that.”

Scratching his exposed stomach as he stands, his fingers treading dangerously close to inching under his waistband once more, Kiran nods without a thought, “Yuhhhh!” Finishing another drink he belches yet again and finally there is no shred of decency left to fight back “Burrrrp, Huhuh!” Tossing the bottle onto the ground apathetic whether it breaks or not, the newly dubbed frat president stretches.

Flexing to himself as he stands there, feeling the strength and weight of his new form, Kiran feels his blood rush to his thicker cock as he realizes what a specimen he is. Chad similarly imagines how easy it’ll be for him to finally take over the rest of the school. No one’ll be shit talking Greek life anymore once men like Kiran are bumbling across campus. No need for little brownnosing losers in lectures when everyone finally remembers what it’s all about. 

Eager to get a move on, and sure that if Kiran stays any longer both will have to write off the day for obvious reasons, he prods the man, “You were saying you were gonna go play your old friends a visit right? Go get your first members?” Kiran nods, that darker look returning and temporarily displacing his lust for himself and Chad. Rolling his shoulders he imagines his study group, doesn’t even remember how he knows them or why.

Grabbing a beer for the road, he nods at Chad and heads out the door. The incongruence at those dweebs even knowing his name begins to prickle at his mind, he needs to fix it. His frat must grow and so must they. Losers have spent too long playing MtG and Dota 2, he’s gotta remind them what men should be. That drinking, fucking, and partying are more important than their shitty assignments. 

Wandering around campus he flexes his bicep and delights in his heady musk. Soon every beta male around will be just like him, just as Chad planned. He can’t wait until Chad runs this school. Approaching his old apartment he hears a few shrill men arguing about some lines of code inside. Cracking his neck and pawing at the growing bulge in his sweats, he’s never been more excited for anything. Time for the first inductions into the school’s newest fraternity.

In no time at all, his four best friends are all converted into perfect specimens for Kiran’s frat. Forewarned by his musk creeping in as he stands at the door, as soon as he barges in all four are instantly overwhelmed by his muscular, masculine visage. Under his touch their thin forms bulge. On the couch, Amir’s body immediately thickens into one that never shies away from his keg stand. His nose twitches as a powerful mustache pushes out of his upper lip as he becomes Kiran’s right hand.

Boyfriends Dev and Mo follow shortly after, their suddenly sculpted muscles bulging larger as if they were in competition with each other. Mo’s back cracks as he finally stands taller than his boyfriend, his potable goatee thickening into a beard that would put a lumberjack to shame. Dev’s twinkish face reshapes into something more masculine and handsome despite remaining smooth. While Kiran continues his work, focusing on the other two, the boyfriend’s waste no time rushing to their suddenly messier room.

Finally, quite Ajit who had been doing his best to not give in breaks. Hands that had been gripping the edge of the table trying to avoid the gaze of the man who cannot be Kiran, white knuckles cramp and burst larger as forearms and biceps surge larger in quick succession. His racing anxious breaths allow his chest to rapidly expand. Pecs quickly tatter his shirt as criss crossing veins decorate arms thicker than his legs once were. 

Under the table his legs push larger and his bulge demands his attention. Lips suddenly surrounded by a thick beard, biting his lip he quickly snaps a picture of himself before following in the path of his five best friends as his hands quickly find his newly massive cock. The air of their apartment swiftly smells more of sex than one can imagine. Each man a perfect test case for Chad’s grand plans, perfect frat bros whose dicks will lead their frat to expand. Kiran and Amir hosting parties that no Desi man could resist, no one’s eyes will be able to avoid Dev and Mo as they’re all over each other at the gym, and Ajit’s new online presence and perfect form will send tendrils of change well beyond their university. One unreached community handled, Chad continues his grand plan of ensuring that Greek Life is the only group left standing.

[reality-detective]

I agree with Charlie Kirk... "I will NOT ever participate or enable ANYONE'S mental illness who be-LIE-ve the brainwashed shit like this 👆 snowflake does." 🤔

[lazycranberrydoodles]

getting back into the untamed and i had a thought. / follow for more yllz babygirlism

[olrinarts]

day 20: Kiss (follow up to day 17: corruption and day 19: show the true form (which i mistakenly called 'reveal the true form' rip))

1 / 2 / 3 / ficlet conclusion

i am a sucker for dramatic smooches i'm not sorry

(pretend i didn't forget red's stripes in the last one just focus on the smooch)

[kozilmog]

Can you turn Derek of teen wolf into a gym bro? Or a military?

Derek Hale -> Gym Bro

Hearing about a popular gym, Derek decided to check it out, however, when he got there, he discovered a pair of red shorts that held the scent of Stiles.

Picking them up, all he could smell was Stiles, which was impossible. Stile wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this. And yet...

Not noticing how they're enchanted to make the holder want to put them on and how putting them on drains their IQ for pure muscle gains.

Before he's able to take them off again, the testosterone's flowing and he's bulking up like he's never done before.

Now he's a fellow gym bro, realising they're his shorts all along and that he should bring Stiles there for his own work out and indoctrination into the bro-hood.

(Updated image. Textbox was warped)

[immortalmrwavell]

The Hike

(Original story posted May 23rd 2023) Minor edits and corrections

After about an hour or so of hiking, Adam had reached the foot of Mount Servus Masculus. He stared up at the mountain with a confident grin. “I’ve still got no idea what the locals were so scared of. This is gonna be easy..” He spouted cockily.

Over the years Adam had climbed numerous mountains both tall and dangerous, snowy and windy. He’d traveled all over the world climbing all kinds of different mountains and documenting his experiences. One day soon he even planned on getting to the peak of Everest! Compared to that and most other mountains he’d done recently, this ‘Mount Servus Masculus’ seemed like child’s play. Looking at it from where he was, he figured he’d be up and down it in no time. Yet none of the locals would dare go near the mountain let alone climb it. Apparently there was some strange superstition around it. Adam didn’t give it the time of day though. It was just your same old ‘Oooooh anyone that tried to climb it has never been seen again’ mumbo jumbo. He’d heard it all before. It didn’t scare him then and it wouldn’t scare him now.

The confident hiker took a swig of water from his bottle just before adjusting his pack and marching onwards. He followed along a path that seemed to lead through the trees that covered the lower half of the mountain. It was heavily overgrown with wildlife covering most of the path. Due to this it wasn’t long before Adam pulled out his machete and started hacking through all the thick brush blocking his way ahead. All the while he could hear birds and insects chirping around him in a song-like manner. It was kind of beautiful actually.

Adam pressed on until the path finally started to open up a little more, allowing his trusty machete to have a break. This also gave him a better chance to admire the scenery of the mountain’s forest. Once again he couldn’t think for life of him why everyone was so afraid of it. Everything was so lush and vibrant. The grass was so very green and the plants growing around the trees seemed to glitter with an array of so different colours. And the way the wind gently whistled through the air… it was so enchanting. It almost made him wish he lived here. But he had to continue on.

Before long he found himself reaching the edge of lower forest and entering a rockier part of the mountain. He could tell there were more trees further up but he’d need to climb a little before getting there. That said, even as he escaped the beauty of the forest below, that wind continued to swirl around him in a strange manner. Whistling even clearer now in a way that could only be described as a melody of nature. He was so encapsulated by the sound that he’d failed to notice how his previously baggy clothes had begun to feel much tighter around the seams…

The path forward had become much clearer now with a winding trail that gradually led Adam further up the mountain. As he wandered along the trail, it felt as though an invisible hand was tugging him along. Encouraging him to keep walking. Encouraging him to reach the top of the mountain because doing so would make him feel oh so good. Encouraging him to take off his backpack and leave it on the side of the trail. He dropped it without a second thought, not even acknowledging the wide array of other backpacks lying around the area discarded. The song only wove itself deeper as it encouraged Adam to slip off his waterproof coat next, reasoning that it was far too warm for that…

At some point he found himself looking down to see he’d taken off not only his coat but also the jacket underneath, leaving him in just a tight black t-shirt. The fabric of which stretched tight across a plump pair of pecs that hadn’t existed before. Not to mention how Adam’s sleeves had begun to ride up his growing biceps as the shirt groaned under the size of his expanding back and shoulders. He should’ve been freezing cold without the rest of his layers on and yet the wind swirling around him was just so warm and relaxing. It was like the higher he climbed, the hotter the air became. The rational part of his brain was screaming at him that this wasn’t normal but the whispers of wind only told him to keep walking. To keep climbing. To keep growing. And he listened.

With every step he took, Adam’s muscles pulsed. Bulking and ballooning with new mass. His whole body grew thicker and stronger until the wind whispered at him again. Telling him to rip off that useless shirt. He wouldn’t need it where he was going.

“Ggguuraaaahhh!” Adam let out a deep roar as he gripped the centre of his shirt and tore it wide open before tossing the remains on the ground. He let out a small grunt before continuing his ascent up the mountain.

He didn’t know when it’d happened but at some point he’d also taken off his boots and socks. Leaving him walking along the mountain trail barefoot. Now all that was left was a threateningly tight pair of trousers and underwear. But soon enough, as he reached what looked to be an old bridge that stretched over a creek, Adam found himself compelled once again to strip. The song of the mountain winds commanded it. He complied without hesitation, tugging off his trousers and leaving them on the side of the path. He crossed to the other side of the bridge in nothing but a tight pair of blue underwear that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Eventually Adam found himself face to face with a wall of boulders. It didn’t seem as though the trail continued any other way around it which could only mean that his one option was to rock climb. And climb he did. Making sure to get a good grip with both his hands and feet on each sturdy piece of rock before pushing himself higher. Getting closer and closer to the top.

Once again part of his rational mind screamed at him, saying that doing this without any of his gear whatsoever was not only weird but extremely dangerous! But deep down he somehow knew that the warm comforting winds swirling around him at all times would keep him safe. And so he shook off any silly doubts before continuing to climb. Feeling the air around him grow stronger the higher he went.

Soon enough Adam found himself having somehow scaled the entire wall of rock. As he did, he turned and looked towards the Sun in the distance as it shone bright upon the land below. He couldn’t help but smile. “Be free.” the wind whispered to him softly. Then without a second thought he reached down and yanked his underwear off. Holding them in his hand for a moment before tossing them off the ledge and watching as they blew away. Just like what would soon happen to the last of his free will.

For just a moment Adam felt the strange wind disperse and was immediately hit with a wave of clarity. “W-what the fuck am I doing and- My body!? What happened to me!?” Adam screamed in confusion as his cock flopped between his legs. He couldn’t even begin to wrap his mind around what was happening. Not only as to why the hell he naked but also to how the fuck he’d gotten so buff! His arms were so thick and powerful with muscle that bulged with every movement. His back and shoulders had broadened significantly and his chest had grown into a pair of prominent muscle tits with an incredibly sensitive pair of nipples to match. It was insane! Even his ass had expanded into a huge bubble butt now! And as crazy as it all was, he couldn’t help but stop and admire his new and improved form.

His admiration of his newly sculpted body was soon cut short however as the wind rushed back in an instant, sending Adam straight back into trance. This time it felt as though an invisible pair of lips had wrapped themselves around his cock and were sucking on it gently as they guided him slowly towards an opening in the second forest higher up the mountain. Almost like he was being tugged along by his dick while being sucked off. Of course the enchanted Adam didn’t question this one bit as he allowed his cock to lead the way. All the while failing to notice how, despite being fully hard, his manhood still seemed to be growing longer and thicker.

Unlike when he’d made his way through the forest lower, a clear pathway made itself visible through the trees. Leaves and branches actively moving out of Adam’s way without him having to lift a finger. It was as if they were alive. Now allowing him easy passage to continue ascending until he reached where the wind was taking him. The peak.

He walked for about an hour, having his new monster dick edged constantly the whole way. Only after all that did Adam finally reach an opening in the forest. He’d reached the top of the mountain it seemed and what he saw was something nobody would’ve believed had they not seen it with their own eyes.

There was an entire community of hunky naked men!

Some of them were simply lying around, displaying their bodies, others were actively flexing and admiring themselves while a few were straight up fucking each other raw and filling one another’s holes with their cum. Ordinarily this would’ve been enough to have Adam running for the hills but the wind reassured him that this was all normal. That he belonged here now. He silently complied before walking into the testosterone filled camp, his hard sensitive cock bobbing up and down with every step.

“Ah there you are. Adam is it?” Called a somewhat familiar voice. Adam turned his head to see a man sitting on what looked to be some kind of throne. He was a naked hunk just like all the other men and was currently being worshipped by two other hulking meatheads. “I was wondering how long it would take you to get here. It’s been about a year since we’ve had any fresh meat.” He continued. That’s when it hit Adam. This man. It was him. The whole time. The voice whispering in his ear. The wind telling him what to do and think. It was all him! “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll feel right at home around here soon enough.”

Every ounce of what was left of Adam’s free will was screaming out in distress. Telling him to get away as fast as possible. Yet his body wouldn’t move. Only continuing to stand before this king of hunks with the biggest hard on of his life. Unfortunately for Adam however, this man wasn’t a king but rather a powerful wizard and as such was able to hear all the inner thoughts his new recruit was having.

“Oh? You’re still resisting?” The man said as if it were comical. “Boys. Drain him dry.” He commanded and just like that the two men that’d been worshipping him turned to face Adam with lustful grins on their faces before immediately getting to work. Kissing, licking and groping every inch of Adam’s body while they teased him with their own. He tried to resist as much as he could but when one of them started waving their fat muscle ass in front of him, he just couldn't stop himself from slamming his cock inside!

“That’s it boy! Drain those balls and your free will along with em!” The wizard shouted and with all the edging Adam had already received, that encouragement was all he needed. Moments later Adam let out an almost animalistic roar as he blew the fattest load of his life while simultaneously submitting to this hunky wizard. Any will of his own was now completely erased and replaced with nothing but thoughts of muscular men, dicks and ass. He was now cursed to be a dumb horny himbo on top of this mountain for the rest of his life. Breeding and being bred to no end. That was his purpose now.

[dumbpuppycatgirl]

Anyone else really like collars? And feel naked without one on? Theyre so nice and comfy and i really like it when owner puts one on me.

I likes that like i can show it to everyone and it looks so good and like it um makes like thinking a lot easier i think and um i uh i knows owner care for me and like when Owner puts uhm the leash on uhm and it like just like um and Owner helpies pet and makes pet feel like so goodies and uhm pet want to be goodest girl for Owner

[occamstfs]

Couples Counseled: Care

Kyle, or rather Ky, endures his own session with Dr. Lucien. Safe to say he'll be coming out the perfect bottom for the top he led his boyfriend to be.

And here's part two! Seems Sean has little need for a masc boyfriend, fortunately turnabout is fair play as Ky becomes the twink he oh so desperately craves. Enjoy this rare twinkification! -Occam

One second Kyle watches the most polished man he’s ever seen escort his boyfriend away. He turns to look at the receptionist whose unwavering smile continues to shine under the harsh light of the waiting room. And then he blinks, and he’s in a small office. He flinches back as he sees the man who led his boyfriend away seconds ago inspecting paperwork in his hands. 

While Sean’s response at being found in this unfamiliar place was one of fear and almost immediate attempts to flee, Kyle’s blood is already burning with rage at the surreal situation. “Where the fuck am I!?” Lucien opens his mouth but Kyle shouts once more before the therapist can speak, “You better explain whatever the hell is going on dude- where’s Sean!?”

The doctor gestures for Kyle to sit down and despite his still flowing anger he feels some out of body compulsion dragging him back to the couch. Unwillingly pacified for now, he stares daggers at the therapist and crosses his arms, flexing them to try and burn some of the still coursing energy.

Satisfied that Kyle will give him a moment to speak, Lucien addresses his question, “Sean and I just finished our time together for the day, it was exceedingly productive in fact. In no small part thanks to your splendid answers on the survey Ky.” Kyle pulls at the hair on his arm as he scowls at the doctor, obviously that can’t be right. He went out of his way to make sure Sean would blow a gasket.

Sensing his client’s confusion, Lucien’s smile grows wider as he aims another wrench to throw into Kyle’s mind, “Well now Ky, surely you remember passing him in the hall don’t you?” Kyle’s brow furrows and he prepares to shout that he can’t remember anything from before getting in this room, arms burning with the desire to swing. But then Lucien waves his fingers and in his mind Kyle sees a man. 

He feels the heat radiating off the sweaty man’s body, sees his cock bulging through his sweatpants. In the memory he’s pulled close, into the chest of the man with bulging arms and held against hard hairy pecs as a hand is stuffed into his own pants to caress his ass. The beast of a man speaks but Kyle can’t make out what he says, distracted by the deep rumble of his voice resonating through his chest as the man’s massive hand squeezes his barely defined ass even harder.

Uncomfortable at being so close to a man he can’t reconcile as his boyfriend, Kyle shakes off the memory and finds himself back in the office. Only now does he notice that he can still feel where the man gripped his ass. He remembers doing so countless times to twinks he found on the dance floor, he remembers doing just that to Sean even! Though as he tries to remember feeling his perky ass bulging in between his fingers he sees his memory change. He feels his boyfriend’s waxed glutes grow hairy as curls lengthen to brush against his fingers as the ass hardens, as his back widens, as he turns around to show Kyle what a real top can do.

Kyle clutches at his head as it stings with a migraine, the therapist ready to move on speaks up, "Everything alright Ky?” he frowns at Lucien’s question, “Can you stop calling me that?” 

Lucien feigns shock, “Oh? Is that not what you want to be called? Do forgive me! It’s just what Sean wrote on your form you see.” Kyle just sighs, I guess that’s little bite back at all compared to what Kyle wrote on his form, he grunts in annoyance and motions for Lucien to begin.

Straightening his papers he smirks and proceeds as planned, “Off to the races then! I’m sure you remember question one from filling out the form yourself eh?” He pauses though interrupts Kyle before he can respond, “What is your favorite quality of your partner? Oof your dear there does have quite poorly handwriting, but he says: ‘how much Ky cares’, well isn’t that sweet?”

Kyl continues staring at the therapist who stares back, unblinking. He’s kicking himself for signing them up for the lowest rated couples counselor he could find. Though given that Sean seems to have played along and not promptly come out and harangued him for his answers, maybe he’s not in the dog house after all? It’s just three questions, Kyl figures if he rushes through them they’ll be out of there spick and span and he can apologize for being such an ass to Sean.

Sean… He feels his heart flutter as he thinks of his boyfriend, eyes drifting around the room he rubs his arm as he’s suddenly distracted by how full he is of affection for a man he cannot quite picture. Turning his attention back to the therapist, “Can you repeat that?” Smirking with half-lidded eyes, “Of course! Sean loves how much Ky cares.”

Ky’s tight-lipped grimace twitches as he cannot help but smile, something in his foggy mind shifts mushy with care for a man he wasn’t even willing to go to a single therapy session for. His chest quivers with the intensity of how much he feels. Clenching his jaw he chokes back a sob as his eyes water with guilt. Struck with feeling so intense he can’t understand. As the wall of stoicism he has long defended begins to crumble, he knows something unnatural is happening.

Through gritted teeth, pushing down emotions greater than he’s ever felt he cries out at Lucien, “What are you doing to me.” Lucien just tilts his head with a curious grin, “Why now Kyle, what do you possibly mean?” His pupils shake in his eyes as he’s called Kyle, that’s? That’s not his name? Behind emotion so strong that he can scarcely feel anything, Ky feels some now alien part of himself sealed away. His gruff, emotionally stunted self sealed away as Lucien clears his throat to move onto the next question.

“Perhaps if Sean’s first answer was a little overwhelming we should move on then Ky, hm? What do you hope to achieve from your couples counseling sessions? Decidedly less flattering an answer- ‘wish Ky would lose some weight and clean up a bit’ hrm, ‘bitchs too hairy’ Well a little disjointed but there you have it. What do you think about that, Ky?”

And so Ky learns that his overflowing emotion is not limited to affection and bliss. Too Hairy!? Sean’s always loved his body hair! His hand flies to his chest in indignance as he is shocked by how much Sean’s words hurt him. Looking down at his hairy arm gracing even hairier pecs, he tears up anew staring at fur coverage that now fills him with embarrassment. 

As he sits there stewing in discomfort as he has to hold himself back from tearing strands of hair from his skin. Then his mind is awash with a numb fog as the miraculous begins to happen. Hairs covering his chest begin slowly retracting. At first they seem shorn away, as if a razor blade was sweeping through the forest of hair like scythe. But as they continue to retract and disappear, the pale skin underneath is revealed to be smoothing and softening as if he never grew body hair to begin with.

Looking at his smooth chest in wonder he covers his face with a hand and is shocked to find that it is not simply his carpeted chest that has been struck hairless. Under his clumsy fingertips he feels his scratchy beard fading away, teardrops coursing down smooth skin onto a jawline that has not been free from stubble since high school. His free hand goes to his crotch as he feels his pubes retract into a pruned garden and the hair tickling his legs is waxed away. The quivering anxiety in Ky’s chest sinks lower as he feels butterflies in his stomach. Suddenly a strange idea flickers through his mind, ‘Sean will be so proud of me! When he sees how smooth I am-’ and then he shakes it off. The alien thought reminds him of the man watching, of the man who must be changing him, he feels the waning urge to fight back return. Though as he looks at his hands, as he feels his buttery, sensitive skin, he can’t even remember what just changed. Did something change?

His voice cracks and, beneath his notice, he speaks with a tone worlds away from the gruff domineering voice he once knew as his own, “Doctor LucIEN- Ugh- Are you doing something to me? I, I can’t remember,” The doctor scratches his beard, forcing some deja vu through Ky. The memory of him playing with a beard on his own face is clearer than anything. And then his head burns with pain as it changes. Clutching at his own head he grunts as he realizes he was misremembering! That was Sean’s beard, obviously. 

Ky fights back a giggle as he quickly recontextualizes the man in the hallway was his boyfriend all along! Seeing a look of reverie on Ky’s new hairless face, Lucien’s grin almost twists into a grimace as he demands the envelope be pushed further, “Did you miss the first part of his answer, do you not think yourself too bulky?” Lucien’s eyes burn into Ky as he shakes his head in disagreement, “Oh? Well Sean certainly seemed to think so.” Turning around the sheet for Ky to read the answer, the once DL man pauses.

Mouth falling ajar, he quietly moans as he watches a hand that he swears has spent countless hours lifting weights suddenly loses its callouses. He sees his palm thin as his bicep almost atrophies. Over a decade of hard work keeping himself strong, broing out at the gym, showing off his strength and dominating other men quickly begins to fade from his mind. After a moment the idea that he would dominate anything becomes laughable, how could he possibly dominate anyone? 

Smaller hands fondle his chest as pecs that he was once incredibly proud of follow the route of his thinning arms and body hair and retract. Perky nipples remain as his weighty pecs shrink into nothing, leaving behind something flat, little at all remaining to grasp but skin and the barest hint of a feminine figure that he knows would drive Sean wild. That always has driven him almost mindless with hunger, he can almost feel the man’s grasp on his hips as his waist thins. Moaning at the memory a smile returns to Lucien’s face as he prepares to finish this new couple.

“Lastly, what is something you wish your partner did? Any guesses as to what he wrote?” Caught off guard by being addressed, Ky shakes his head and unconsciously poses. Head tilted and slightly downturned as he awaits what Sean is going to ask of him, already knowing he is more than happy to fulfill whatever it may be. 

Even sitting there before Lucien finally seals his fate, he continues to change. Lips grow plumper as he pushes down an urge to flirtily bite them. His jawline smooths and his back arches. The cock that was once his pride and joy shrinks as it is no longer the primary tool of his satisfaction. While just about every inch of his form compacts inward his ass puts on mass, becoming the perfect bubble butt for Sean to do what he will.

“Succinct, your partner simply answered, ‘for him to admit he was mine.’” There’s a tickle in his chest as he finds the statement absurd, Ky is his? Letting loose, the new twink giggles to his heart's content, swaying back and forth as every breath and break between shrill laughter his arms perfectly frame his new thin form, “I mean girl! What are we doing here!?” Limp-wristed hand covering his face as he leans back to laugh, “Sean was so right this is just a waste of time!”

Removing his glasses and performing placation, Lucien raises his hands in mimesis of defeat, “By all means Ky I think you’re right, you and Sean are clearly perfect for each other and have no further need of my services.” Ky stands and stumbles forward, tripping with vertigo from his lower vantage, he starts to spill onto the floor before, from out of nowhere, his waist is yanked by a man towering over him. Lightheaded from the fall, and in general, Ky turns with a grin to see his Sean haloed by the office light pulling him up.

The twink is pulled to Sean’s chest with ease, feet lifted off the floor as the behemoth raises him into a sloppy kiss. Ky giggles as his lover’s beard tickles his face before bending back and winking at the therapist upside down, “Thanks for reminding us we don’t need anyone but each other Doc!” Sean grunts in turn and starts carrying his bottom out the door, the twink waves farewell as the Doctor watches in repose, “Ta ta~” 

Ky throws his arms around Sean’s neck as the pair make their way outside of the office. The brute sneers at the receptionist he still doesn’t trust as the lovers the place never to return. Wistfully Ky tries to remember why they came in to begin with, “Do you know why went in there babe?” Sean shrugs and grunts as he feels Ky bounces with his shoulders, bumping a thigh against his crotch, igniting his hunger.

Exhaling like a bull when they make it to the car he throws Ky into the backseat and quickly falls over him. “Babe don’t forget to close the door! We’re in public!” Sneering out at the empty parking lot, Sean obeys and slams it shut before returning his attention to one of the only things that matter to him, stuffing this twink with his massive cock.

The door to Lucien’s office closes by itself as he folds up the surveys and puts them into a file cabinet near his desk. Another couple successfully helped. It shouldn’t be long at all before the pair start creating content and attracting more men to seek his services. After all there’s sure to never be much on the mind of either men besides the next fuck. Surely no one who stumbles across their videos will be able to resist being drawn to changing themselves.

Lucien smirks as he can picture the car rocking in his mind as he wonders where to away to in the meantime. What lucky sod is he to help next, only time will tell.

[bubbas-place]

If by now leftist don't get it, they never will. No amount of explaining, arguing politics or teaching them history lessons they never learned will convince them!

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

I am Sage's mother, better known as Nana. I adopted Sage after my son died when she was still a baby. She's been through six foster homes by then, but we loved her and she blossomed into a joyful, lively girl who made music and art.

Puberty began and COVID hit, and she was treated for depression and anxiety, at times very severe. Her teachers shared any concerns with me so her treatment could be adapted.

The transparency ended in August of 2021 when Sage started high school. She started a public high school and she told me that all the girls there were bi, trans, lesbian, emo and she wanted to wear boy's clothes and be emo. Because I saw it as just a phase, it was fine with me.

But at school, she told them something different: she was now a boy named Draco with male pronouns. Sage asked the school not to tell me, and they did not tell me even though I informed them of her mental health history and medication. If I had known, this would be a much different story.

She was terribly bullied. No one told me. But boys followed her, touched her, threatened violence and rape. Something happened in the boy's bathroom but for two days, the school told me nothing. They kept meeting with Sage alone and she became so distraught they called me to pick her up.

That evening, I found a hallpass labeled 'Draco' and Sage told me she was identifying as a boy, and that her counselor said she could use the boy's bathroom. She'd been jacked up against the wall by a group of boys. She was crying, terrified. I said just stay home, we'll figure it out. That was my last conversation with Sage for five months.

The night she ran, she thought, to a young friend she'd met online, she left a note saying she was scared of what would happen if she stayed. The sheriff, FBI, search dogs were called in. I dropped to my knees in prayer. Nine days later the FBI found her in Baltimore. My baby had been lured online, sex trafficked by DC then Maryland. She was locked in a room, drugged, gang raped and brutalized by countless men. It was night. The FBI told us to pick her up in Maryland the next morning.

We packed our cars with blankets and stuffed animals and arrived by 8 am, but we were told we couldn't see her, and were summoned before Judge Robert Kershaw late that afternoon. They didn't even tell Sage that we came for her. We finally entered the courtroom and Sage appears on a huge Zoom screen from a prison cell. She looks tiny and broken, and I cry out 'I love you Sage.' Sage responds 'I love you too, Nana.' But attorney Anisa Khan rebukes us. She is a 'he' and his name is 'Draco' not Sage. We were floored.

Khan accuses us of emotional and physical abuse, that we are misgendering her, even though we just learned she claims to be trans and we're willing to use any name and pronouns to bring her home. My husband was so tearful he kept forgetting the new pronouns, so the judge had the bailiff remove him from the courtroom. I was pleading for my child to be returned and treated for her unspeakable trauma. Judge Kershaw told me, if I use the word 'trauma' again, he would throw me out too.

For over two months, he withheld custody. He housed Sage in the male quarters of a children's home. Sage told me she was the only girl and repeatedly assaulted. She was given street drugs by the other kids and Khan told her she didn't care. She just wanted to win the case and all the way to the Supreme Court if necessary. Khan tried to prove abuse, but we were eventually cleared by both states of all charges.

Sage later told me Khan had told her to lie that we hit her. Khan even had Sage's school counselors testify against us, though they barely knew Sage and they didn't know us at all. Khan told my precious child I didn't want her anymore. I found out Sage never received any of the letters I sent her.

Sage ran from the Children's Home and disappeared for months. They told me she might already be gone forever, but I couldn't give up and I finally found a tip on her social media that led the marshals to her in Texas. She had been drugged, raped, beaten and exploited. This time I was able to be with her for the traumatic rape exam, and to bring her home.

Back in Virginia, she entered the mental health facility that Judge Kershaw had ordered, as it would affirm her as a male. The therapist began pressuring her to have her healthy breasts removed. Sage was too scared to protest, but she asked me to secretly buy her girl's clothes because she wanted to be a girl, but keep them in the car. It took a kind lawyer, Josh Hetzler to secure her discharge.

After almost a year. Sage was finally home. Safe. Alive. Sage is receiving professional trauma care. The first trafficker has already been convicted. Sage has nightmares, panic attacks, rape-related medical issues, but there's hope. I tell her she's not broken she's just scarred. And part of that hope is that in courageously sharing her story, others will be saved.

Sage said she doesn't know who she was back then. She wasn't a boy, she just wanted to have friends. But her school, the judge, the attorney and the doctor were all blinded by their ideology. The consequences for Sage were unspeakable.

Please don't let ideology harm another child. Let parents do our jobs. We know our children best and we love them a million times more.

Thank you.

==

Jesus Christ. This girl was exploited by everybody, except for her parents, who were villainized for literally nothing. It's opposite world.

And the fact that everybody with authority prioritized stupid shit like pronouns and trying to coax her further down into a fake identity, even against her will, and other ideological bullshit over her actual wellbeing is disgraceful.

The judge and attorney need to be disbarred, the therapist stripped of their license, and everyone who conspired to separate Sage from her parents fired.

[artificial-transmutations]

ATArena

Alexander's phone dinged with a notification, just as he left the exam. It was a beautiful summer afternoon, and he was still talking with a few other students, so, naturally, he ignored the unexpected noise. Even though Alexander was certainly a digital native, he found it rude to check his phone while in company of others. He didn't particularly enjoy his current company: He found Christopher the guy that was currently bragging about how easy the exam was slightly annoying, but that wasn't a reason not to show good manners.

Only after their ways split, Alexander unlocked his phone and saw the notification: "Your watched App, ATArena, is now available."

ATArena? Alexander didn't remember he had watched an app with that name. Still, the notification seemed genuine and lead him to the app marketplace where he could initiate the download. The description was sparse: "An epic battle with a revolutionary matchmaking algorithm that will extend into real life!"

That sounded like an AR game of some sort. Alexander had enjoyed the big Pokeman Run hype some years ago and certainly didn't mind giving this app a try.

When he opened the app for the first time, it asked him for the usual: His real name as well as his nickname. Alexander put in the same for the latter that he used everywhere: Lex_88. A short busy spinner appeared and finally, a message box greeted him:

"Welcome to ATArena, Lex_88! A suitable opponent has already been found. Connecting now..."

After he tapped "Ok", a chat interface opened:

TopShot joined the game.

TopShot: Hi.

Alexander didn't know how to react exactly. He was socially awkward, but ignoring the unknown other player would be rude. So, he just typed:

Lex_88: Hi.

Before any of them could type anything else, a popup opened:

"Battle available! Tap to play."

Alexander tapped the button and wondered what would happen now. Was this some kind of word puzzle or quiz against each other?

What opened though, was a simple depiction of three six-sided dice. When Alexander tapped them, a roll animation appeared until they settled at 14 eyes in total. Not bad!

"Lex_88 rolled: 14. TopShot rolled: 10. Lex_88 wins!"

The screen changed to a wheel of fortune now, which was already in motion. When it came to a stop, it showed a muscled arm emoji and the sparkling word "Bicep size" appeared on his screen.

Immediately, Alexander felt a weird tingling in his upper arms, accompanied by a tightness in the sleeves of his sweater. He locked his phone and scratched his arms but stopped immediately when his fingers met unexpected resistance. His upper arms seemed to have... swollen? What was happening?

Still on the university campus, Alexander made a dash for the nearest restroom and pulled off his sweater. He could hardly believe his eyes: His biceps had grown *considerably*, straining the seams of the t-shirt he wore underneath. When he moved his arms, the muscles bulged and contracted. It was a surreal feeling for sure. Was that the doing of this game?

Alexander unlocked his phone again saw a new message:

"Challenge! Record a video flexing your guns and upload it to social media!"

When he dismissed the message, he typed a message to his opponent.

Flex_88💪: Holy shit! My arms just grew!

Alexander stopped for a moment. Flex_88💪? That wasn't his nickname. Yet, when he scrolled up, it clearly appeared that way - that was the name saying "Hi." in the message before. It wasn't that far off from his usual nickname, which was... Flex_88💪. What was he even thinking about? That was just his screen name that he used almost everywhere, because of his biceps, obviously. His last message didn't make much sense, though. He added a:

Flex_88💪: I mean, they're pretty big, as always. Never mind!

It didn't feel good to brag, but there didn't seem to be a way to delete the message. But he might as well do the challenge now. It wasn't that unusual for him to post pictures and videos of his arms on social media, so, he recorded a short clip, made sure to crop out his surroundings and his face and sent the video to his LaterGram profile.

Just as he was done, TopShot had answered:

TopShot: Uhm, good for you, dude.

TopShot: Seems like you've won the last game.

Flex_88💪: Yeah, but it was pure luck. I'm sure you're gonna win the next one.

As if on cue, another "Battle available" popup opened. This time, Alexander's roll was pretty bad. The dice showed 2-5-2, bringing him to a meager 9, a bit below the expected value.

"Flex_88💪 rolled: 9. TopShot rolled: 9. Tie! Both win!"

Apparently, TopShot wasn't having a very lucky day, either. The wheel turned and showed a drop emoji. Alexander was still thinking about what could be the meaning of the drop, when the word appeared: "Libido".

Libido? So, this was an 18+ game? Still, Alexander felt hot all of a sudden. His cock was stiffing up and he realized that it had been ages since his last jerk-off. Hornyness clouded his mind, when the next popup opened:

"Challenge! Use a pick-up line on someone you fancy."

Alexander was usually way too shy to approach another guy, but in his current situation even thinking about sending someone a pick-up line seemed like a good idea. He could just send that TopShot guy one, he had the advantage that Alexander didn't know him and probably never would meet.

He thought about his options and decided that a classic would be the best choice.

Flex_88💪: You know, my arms aren't the only thing big right now ;-)

It only took a moment for the other player to respond.

SwitchHit: I know what you mean.

SwitchHit sent an image.

Alexander hesitated only a bit before he opened the image. Yep. It was a picture of a tented boxershorts, snapped from a hastily opened pair of pants. Alexander could feel his cock throb. If he wasn't in public... No, he had to restrain himself. Even though he was still horny, which really wasn't unusual for him, he took a breather and tried to fight his boner down. He had just masturbated before he left for class, it was just amazing how needy his cock could be. His phone dinged as he readjusted himself and left the bathroom.

SwitchHit: Looking forward to the next game. I mean it's just dice rolling and stupid challenges, but it's fun.

Even though Alexander agreed, something seemed off. Had SwitchHit changed his screen name? No, didn't seem that way.

"Battle available!"

Alexander immediately rolled his dice and hardly could believe his eyes: three sixes, a solid 18.

"Flex_88💪 rolled: 18. SwitchHit rolled: 15. Flex_88💪wins! Critical!"

15 was a pretty good roll, but nothing could beat Alexander's 18. He grinned as the wheel stopped on "Confidence".

"Challenge! Approach a local gym and negotiate a free trial using nothing but your charm and confidence. "

Xander grinned. Yeah, that was an awesome idea. He was originally on his way home, but finally joining a gym was long overdue. Luckily, there was one right on his way. Half an hour later, he had a full two month free trial and also a protein shaker as a gift. It had been easier than Xander had thought.

Suddenly, he remembered the game.

Flex_88💪: Hey SwitchHit, you still there?

SwitchHit: Yeah, sorry, I didn't want to message so much. Sorry!

Xander rolled his eyes. That guy needed to grow some balls. He was just about to reply, when the next battle was available. Xander really had to admit, what SwitchHit said was true: It was kind of fun!

This time, Xander rolled bad: The three dice showed a measly 8 points. Unsurprisingly, SwitchHit won.

"Flex_88💪 rolled: 8. SwitchHit rolled: 14. SwitchHit wins!"

Damn, this was the first time Xander lost. The wheel landed on a brain-emoji, and, unsurprisingly, it was labelled with "Smarts".

Xander scratched his head. What did that mean? Would he have some penalty challenge now? He would see soon enough.

"Challenge! Skip reading your usual news or books for the day. Instead, binge-watch a reality TV series."

Xander scratched his head again. Did he really want to do that?

Well, of course he wanted to! That sounded like a fun evening. Why would he read books?! He didn't even own books!

Flex_88💪: Man, those challenges are really ez. I need to watch some TV this evening, not read sum bokshit.

Xander typed the message as he arrived at his apartment. He fixed himself a quick dinner and sat down on the couch, turning on the TV.

SwitchHit: I agree. I have to read some Ovid tonight, which I find rather light literature.

Flex_88💪: Whatev you say, man. Hey, by the way, what's your name?

Flex_88💪: Mine's Xander.

SwitchHit: I don't know, I probably shouldn't share my real name on the internet.

Flex_88💪: Aw, come on. As if I could find out where you live with only your real name.

SwitchHit: ...Right. I'm called Chris.

Flex_88💪: Like Christian? Christopher?

SwitchHit: No, just Chris.

Flex_88💪: K. Hey, that pic was pretty hot back then.

They chatted a bit during the evening and exchanged some more pictures of tented pants. Xander was only half paying attention to the reality show on his screen, as one of his hands was more or less constantly in his pants. Still, it was just friendly teasing, no downright cyber-sex.

Eventually, Xander had finished the season and went to bed. SwitchHit - Chris - had called it a night an hour ago, but he still had to finish the last episodes. Good thing he didn't draw the book shit. That would've taken a week, not an evening.

When Xander woke up the next morning, the next battle was already waiting for him. He rolled the dice as he crawled out of bed, again rolling abyssal. Only six eyes were visible on his dice.

"Flex_88💪 rolled: 6. SwitchHit rolled: 10. SwitchHit wins!"

This time, the wheel landed on "Personality". Weird. That was a pretty vague category.

"Challenge! Show someone their place."

Xander raised his eyebrows. What a weird challenge. Anyway, time to for groceries!"

Xander drove over to the store in his old and cheap car. However, when he arrived, another visitor to the gym took the parking spot directly in front of the entrance. What an asshole!

Xander parked and got out of his car, quickly approaching the unsuspecting guy that just stole *his* spot.

"Hey, asshole! What do you think you're doing?!"

The man, a young guy with glasses and a bit on the nerdy side, looked up, surprised.

"What's your problem?"

"I'm the problem. Your problem. You just took my parking spot."

"Your spot? Don't be ridiculous."

Xander's hands balled into fists. That guy was really annoying!

"That was my spot, asshole. If you don't get your ass moving, I'll *make* you move."

"Alright, alright, chill down. Geez."

The other guy got in his car and parked in another spot. Xander nodded satisfied. He had shown him. Oh. Right, the challenge.

Entering the building (without moving his car), Xander checked his phone and sent SwitchHit a message:

Tank: Man, people are crazy today. Some asshole took my parking spot and I had to show him.

SwitchHit: Sorry to hear that.

SwitchHit: Did you change your screen name?

Tank: Nope. It's Tank, as it has always been. Because I'm a fricking TANK!

SwitchHit: Yeah. That makes sense.

"Battle available!"

Xander was collecting stuff from the shelves when he rolled the dice in-between. He rolled a solid 14, but Chris beat him by one point.

"Tank rolled: 14. SwitchHit rolled: 15. SwitchHit wins!"

Xander cursed loudly, making a few heads turn in the shop. The wheel turned and finally landed on a heart shape. "Empathy" it read. Another one of those fuzzy words.

"Challenge! Cut ties that hold you back!"

Xander scratched his head. What was that supposed to mean? He really wanted to win this game, so what did he have to do now?

As he thought about this, another message popped up, this time from the chat group with his closest circle of friends, who were planning their next meet-up. If Xander thought about it, he was really annoyed by those guys. They were all nerds and losers who always had shit ideas like board games and stuff. Without a second thought, Xander replied to the group.

Tank: I'm not coming. Those gatherings are a waste of time. Get lost, losers!

With that, he left the group and blocked the numbers of his so called friends. He had better things to do.

"Battle available!"

Like that, for example. Chris, who went by the silly nickname of CuddleBug, was at least a horny bastard like Xander himself. With a tap, he rolled the dice.

"Tank rolled: 12. CuddleBug rolled: 10. Tank wins!"

Oh yeah! The roll wasn't even so great, yet still he won. Xander smiled even broader when the wheel landed on a muscular torso, labelled simply: "Muscles."

In an instant, Xander felt his whole body swell up. No wonder. Axel basically *lived* in the gym. As he looked down, the fabric of his shirt had turned almost transparent with the sudden expansion of his muscles. It wasn't just his torso, of course. Axel didn't skip leg day, so his quads and hamstrings grew to impressive size, too. His shoulders were getting broad and wide, as well, to the point where he had difficulties reaching his back.

"Challenge! Show your gainz, buy a muscle shirt!"

Axel could have slapped his forehead. Why didn't he think of that himself - and sooner? He needed to share that thought.

Tank: Hey Chris, what ya tink? I should get a muscle shirt, huh?

Tank sent an image.

CuddleBug: Omg, yes. That will look awesome. I wish I had muscles like that.

Axel grinned. Right. No wonder that Chris agreed, Axel's muscles were a sight to behold. Good thing he was already in a store. He quickly bought a few muscle shirts, enough to replace his usual wardrobe. After paying for his purchase, Axel put on the new shirt right on the parking lot before squeezing himself into his car.

"Battle available!"

The game was pretty fast-paced. Axel tapped to roll the dice and was pumping his fist, when one after another, all three dice ended up showing a six.

"Tank rolled: 18. CuddleBug rolled: 4. Tank wins! Critical!"

"Ha! Yes!" Axel cheered and the wheel spun until it showed "Dominance".

A surge of excitement and satisfaction rushed through Axel's veins. He felt *good* all of a sudden. And *powerful*.

"Challenge! Assert your dominance! Challenge a gym bro today!"

Axel grinned. Yeah, that was exactly his thing. He needed to get to the gym anyway. That free membership was hard earned. Also, Chri- Kit seemed to like his gains. Time to make some more.

It was still early afternoon, and the gym wasn't packed with visitors yet, when Axel arrived. There were a few regulars, as always. A short dude with a moustache that looked like a wannabe porn star and a big dude with a neckbeard were currently occupying the bench press, while a girl in her 40s did lat pulls.

Confidently and arrogantly, Axel readjusted his half-hard cock and approached the big guy.

"Yo, man. You're pretty buff. But I bet I can still take you easily. Wann wrestle?"

The large dude looked at Axel for a moment. Axel could see a vein on his neck throb.

"You little shit. You think you're better than me, huh? Fine, let's do this."

In the pocket of his gym shorts, Axel could feel his phone vibrate.

"Ha. Lead the way, I'm gonna wipe the floor with you."

As he followed the big guy to the mats, Axel checked his phone.

"Battle available!"

Great! Before he kicked some ass, he could play some more! While walking, he rolled the dice and scored a 15!

"Tank rolled: 15. CuddleBug rolled: 9. Tank wins!"

He didn't have time to watch the wheel this time, so he didn't notice that it landed on "Stamina." He also didn't see the challenge, which simply read: "Kick some ass!"

The big guy was already waiting for him on the mats, but Axel felt incredibly cocky. This was gonna be easy!

"No rules, no limits, no mercy." Axel said and the other guy nodded.

"That's the way it's gonna be. No mercy, punk."

"Bring it, tubby."

The big guy was the first to charge and he was surprisingly fast for his size. However, his speed and strength were no match for Axel's new found muscles. Even though they wrestled for a few minutes, Axel found himself not even tiring much. Finally, he was able to flip his opponent around and lock him on the ground. He tried to struggle, but Axel held his arms and legs firmly in place.

"Give up, man. You can't win."

The big guy tried to wiggle out of Axel's grip, but to no avail. He could struggle and shout as much as he wanted, but Axel was the one on top.

Finally, the guy gave up and admitted defeat.

"Ha! Loser!" Axel cheered and got up. He had a full boner now, both from the sweaty wrestling as well as from the display of dominance, but he didn't hide it. Instead, he headed to the showers and let Kit know of his triumph on the way.

XxBeastxX: I just *dominated* some fuckin weakass in the gym. Wrestled him down and he was crying and everything.

Kit answered right away.

CuddleBug: You're awesome.

CuddleBug: I wish I could have been in this place.

XxBeastxX: Ha. Course I am.

XxBeastxX: Huh? Whatya mean?

CuddleBug: Nothing. Never mind.

Axel was about to answer, but yet another "Battle available!" message popped up.

This game was seriously addictive! Axel rolled the dice and had a 10, which was decidedly less than what Kit had.

"XxBeastxX rolled: 10. CuddleBug rolled: 11. CuddleBug wins!"

"Damn." Axel said, but the wheel landed on "Generosity." He was almost glad he lost. Otherwise, the challenge would probably have been something like "Donate to the homeless" or some shit. What did the homeless ever do for him?

Instead, the challenge was:

"Challenge! Sell something of sentimental value!"

Huh. Well, Axel didn't really have anything he would consider "sentimental". His old PS2 that he got from his uncle for his 10th birthday was a bit sentimental, but other than that... Oh! His old car would probably qualify.

Axel thought about it. On the one hand, his old car was a piece of shit, and he shouldn't care much about it, but on the other hand... It would be a shame if he would have to say goodbye to his baby. Would it? No, not really. It was a pain to squeeze into it anyway. And if he played his cards right, he would even get some good money for it.

The decision was easy, and after showering, Axel drove to the nearest car dealer. It was a hard bargain, but in the end, he managed to persuade the guy to buy his car. It wasn't a high price, but it was more than what the piece of crap was really worth.

Just as he finished the contract, his phone dinged. It was rude, of course, but he didn't give a flying shit about that and checked his phone. It was from Kit, of course.

TwinkyKit: I just donated some money to the homeless. That felt good!

Axel snorted. Of course, how pathetic.

XxBeastxX: Good. Maybe now they won't be so fucking lazy anymore and work a little.

"Battle available!"

It seemed like the game always interrupted their chats. Well, anyway. He quickly rolled the dice, while the car dealer waited patiently to return his attention to him again. The dice turned out lower than Kit's again and after reading the wheel result and the challenge, Axel looked back up to the car dealer. For a split second, the "Money" challenge was still visible on the screen: "Challenge! Buy a muscle car! You know you want it!"

Damn right he did. Jax had always wanted to have a muscle car. He just never had the money. Bullshit. He never had the balls to take on some debt to buy one.

The car dealer was more than willing to help Jax chose and set up the necessary credit paperwork. He didn't even read this shit and selected a car immediately. A shiny, silver beast with a huge engine. It was a bit pricy, but it was worth it, at least to Jax. After he received the keys, he messaged Kit.

XxBeastxX: While you were busy giving money to some crackheads, I got myself something new. Check this out!

XxBeastxX sent an image.

XxBeastxX sent an image.

The first image was the car of course. The second was a dick pic, for good measures. Jax didn't really care that he was still at the car dealer when he lowered his pants for a moment to snap the pic.

TwinkyKit: OMG. You're such a stud.

XxBeastxX: Thanks, Twinky.

XxBeastxX: By the way, show some respect!

He drove back home, feeling great.

At home, the next battle was already available. Jax grinned and rolled the dice. He could hardly believe what he saw: 3 single eyes. He rolled a fucking 3.

"XxBeastxX rolled: 3. TwinkyKit rolled: 3. Tie! Both lose! Critical!"

What a pathetic roll, for both of them!

The wheel landed on "Impulse Control". This was getting interesting. It was true, Jax was notoriously bad at controlling himself. He just bought a new car, on a whim. So whatever challenge was coming his way shouldn't be too hard.

"Challenge! Get that tat!"

Jax didn't think much about it. Sure, why not. He would probably regret it, but that was something future Jax would have to deal with. He started his shiny new car again and drove to a nearby tattoo studio.

When the artist asked what kind of design he wanted, he only thought for a second, before deciding: "A dragon, obviously!"

As the artist started working, he massaged his dick with his other hand, earning him a condescending look from the artist. He couldn't help it though. Kit... Kitty would surely love his new tat.

When he sent a pic later, he was proven right:

TwinkyKit: OMG! That's hot.

TwinkyKit: I wish I had one, too.

TwinkyKit: I mean: Sir.

Jax smiled and was about to type a reply, when another "Battle available!"-message distracted him.

He quickly rolled the dice and grinned at the result: 15! That beat Kittys sorry little ass for sure, and he was right. Kitty had a mere 7 points to show. This time, the wheel landed on "Aggressiveness."

If possible, Jax felt even more powerful and manly. The challenge read "Start a bar fight!" and that was exactly what Jax wanted to do this evening. Well, that or fuck some ass, but really, a good bar fight was probably even better tonight.

He quickly messaged Kitty.

Ass_Crusher🍆: Talk to you tomorrow. Gonna kick some ass now. Think of me when you jerk off tonight, boy!

Kitty responded almost instantly, with a picture of his uncut dick.

TwinkyKit: I will, Sir! Have fun.

Jax drove to the nearest gay bar, a shady joint called "Diesel". The music was loud, and the lights were dim. Jax didn't mind the atmosphere, though, instead, he went straight to the bar and ordered a double shot. He downed the drink and ordered a second. Just as the bartender placed the glass in front of him, he grabbed it and threw the liquor right into the bartender's face.

"The fuck?! What are you doing?!"

"What do you think, asshole?" Jax answered, his voice dangerously calm.

"You can't do this!"

"Yeah, I can. And you're going to shut the fuck up."

With those words, Jax slammed his fist in the bartender's face, who immediately fell to the ground. There had been really no reason for him to punch the bartender, but it had the intended effect: From one moment to the other, there was a barfight in full swing.

Of course, everyone tried to overwhelm Jax, but he fought back with vigor and stamina. Several black eyes and a broken nose on his enemies later, the patrons and the bar's bouncer managed to throw Jax out, but still, Jax had a great time, kicking ass and punching dudes. Before someone could call the cops, Jax went home, happy and content.

When Jax woke up the next morning, he almost didn't notice any bruises anymore. Instead, he grabbed his phone while he was doing his morning piss and checked ATArena. Yep, there was another battle available. Time to see if Kitty was already up.

He rolled the dice and only a minute later, Kitty's results came in. Easy win. Jax had rolled only a ten, but Kitty didn't beat him with his pathetic five. However, Jax laughed out loudly, as he saw the wheel's result: Dick size.

"Challenge! Show your assets!"

*That*, Jax could do. He watched as the cock in his hand grew longer and fatter by the second, instantly forgetting that it had once been smaller. No, Jax always had a big, fat and juicy cock, the biggest, actually. With a few last strokes, Jax sent a pic of his cock, the tip glistening wet.

Ass_Crusher🍆: Check that out. That's what a real cock looks like.

Ass_Crusher🍆 sent an image.

Ass_Crusher🍆 sent an image.

Ass_Crusher🍆 sent an image.

Jax sent several more images of his magnificent rod, both naked and wearing tight underwear. As if there was another kind. For Jax, all underwear was tight.

Finally, Kitty responded.

CrushersToyBoy: Fuck. You're so hot, Sir.

CrushersToyBoy sent an image.

Jax smirked. Kitty's own cock was tiny, especially compared to Jax' equipment. It didn't matter much, though. Kitty didn't need it, he needed to have his ass crushed.

Ass_Crusher🍆: I know, babe. I know. You know what I'll do with it now?

"Battle available!"

God dammit. This was getting annoying.

Jax quickly rolled the dice, scoring the top available score! 18 points! But apparently, Kitty was just as lucky, rolling an 18, too.

"Ass_Crusher🍆 rolled: 18. CrushersToyBoy rolled: 18. Tie! Both win! Critical!"

Jax didn't even need to read the attribute to feel it. It was "Libido, again." His already mostly hard cock surged up, becoming a firm steel pipe in his pre-cum soaked underwear. There were no pants on earth that could hide his constant arousal - on some days, even a firm pair of jeans left nothing to imagination and showed a wet patch where his cock was constantly leaking pre. He was a walking and breathing sex machine and Rex knew it. His name was fitting, too. He was a fucking king among men. And today he was going to breed the fuckable ass of that twink.

Ass_Crusher🍆: Get ready, boy. I'm cumming over and I'm gonna split open that ass of yours.

Rex closed the game and deleted it. There was no point in wasting his time with some stupid mobile game. He got back into his car and revved the engine. Oh yeah. Time to get some ass!

What a great game! I know I wouldn't mind playing if ATArena popped up on my phone, would you?

[kozilmog]

Hey mate, love your stuff! If possible I'd like to see Spidey become a typical dumb jock!

Maybe he stumbled into the wrong room or finds a cursed item?

Spider-Man -> Jock/Flash Thompson

A clever little plan. Plant a powerful curse on a sweaty, used clothing of that oaf Flash Thompson and watch as noble, heroic and gallant Spider-Man becomes shallow, self-obsessed bully, Flash Thompson.

Though, it seems Spidey doesn't seem to mind.

[trauma-bot]

sin eater

[immortalmrwavell]

A Worthy Replacement - Part 3

(Original story posted March 23rd 2023) This story has been significantly Updated!

Written for @bodyswappingandshit/@bodyswappingandshit-1

And finally the whole story is back. I made some very noticeable changes to this one which some of you who read the original may notice. A couple additional scenes were added. One scene was even completely changed and reworked from scratch to make things flow a little better. Hope you all enjoy!

Read Part 1 Here! Read Part 2 Here! Read The Epilogue Here!

Martin found himself waking up early the next day. He’d forgotten to close the curtains last night, leading to the morning sun blinding him the moment he opened his eyes. He closed them again with a groan as he rolled over, bed creaking under his weight. He found himself lamenting over the amazing dream he’d had last night. In it he’d not only got to see the incredible Chris Bumstead in person but he also ended up transforming into him somehow! It was so vivid as well. Like he could actually remember taking that muscle bound award winning body all for himself. ‘If only that were real’ he thought. Only as the seconds ticked by, he started to remember more and more details from the dream. To the point where it no longer seemed like a dream. And come to think of it… his bed felt unusually small.

After a minute or two he rolled over a little only to find that his weight and size felt odd, not to mention the facial hair he felt rubbing against the pillow. His waking brain swiftly began to connect the dots causing Martin’s eyes to snap open and look down at himself. The very first thing he saw was a pair of thick meaty pecs nearly blocking his view of what looked to be an enormous hulking body hidden under the covers. That was no dream. He really did become Chris Bumstead! And now he was waking up in his body!

A giddy smile soon crossed Martin’s face as he went to town feeling and groping his body once again. Tweaking his bodybuilder nipples with glee as he threw the covers off himself to admire everything he had now. Running his hands along his abs, giving his meaty thighs a hard slap, squeezing his colossal biceps and of course massaging his gorgeous muscle tits with glee. The best part of it all though was that he had Chris’ morning wood! Naturally he just couldn’t ignore it for another second. He wrapped a hand around the meaty shaft, still relishing in just how much thicker it was than his old one, and didn’t waste any time. He was too horny to tease himself or go slow, instead jumping immediately to jackhammering his new cock with no remorse.

The real Chris, in his underwear form, was still sitting across the room atop the pile of clothes Martin had left him on. Forced to bear witness to his own body pleasuring itself. Having to listen to Martin grunting with that stolen voice as he pumped away. That alone was already torturous enough. Yet, just as he didn’t think it couldn’t get any worse, Martin started groaning about how much he loved being Chris Bumstead and having such a giant sexy body all to himself. Chris wished above all else that this nightmare would end.

It felt as though it went on for hours with this imposter furiously beating his meat to the point where hearing him moaning about finally cumming seemed like a mercy. Martin tensed his abs and, with nothing but pure lust for his new form in his eyes, shot a huge load all over himself. His muscular torso gaining a healthy coating thick cum as he couldn’t help but lay back with a huge grin on his face. How the hell did he get so lucky he wondered. To be graced with a body so perfect that he’d mistaken it for a wonderful dream.

The new bodybuilder took a minute or so to bask in the afterglow of his orgasm before sitting up. He reached over towards the bedside table, grabbing a box of tissues before pulling a couple out. He gave himself a good wipe down, making sure to get right in between the ridges of his thick abs where the cum had pooled. It was only as he tossed those used tissues into the bin across the room that the pair of underwear atop the clothes pile caught his eye once more. He’d completely forgotten about it until just now. Martin couldn’t help but let a sinister smirk creep across his face knowing the real Chris had seen everything that just went down. Was that mean of him to take so much pleasure in? Yes. But was it hot? Absolutely!

He pushed himself off the small mattress and planted his heavy feet on the floor before standing with a long stretch. Reaching his huge arms up nice and high as he stretched the expanse of muscle across his broad back. With a relieved sigh, Martin stomped over towards the discarded clothes and picked up Chris, still just a helpless pair of underwear. Immediately he could hear Chris’ muffled voice echoing through his mind again but he didn’t pay it much attention just yet. Instead he just scooped up the rest of Chris’ gym clothes from yesterday. After all, he was still in his old apartment and none of his old clothes would ever fit a body like this. Maybe he should’ve asked Mr Wavell to resize them. Oh well. Instead Martin made a mental note to head down to Chris’ house today where he’d be able to get some fresh clothes and check out that place for himself. It was his now after all. With that in mind and his clothes in hand, Martin promptly made his way towards the bathroom.

Chris found himself getting dropped onto the cold bathroom floor along with the rest of the gym clothes he’d worn yesterday before that Wavell guy came and fucked everything up. He could just about see Martin stepping in front of the mirror with a gleeful look on his face. As expected it didn’t take long for him to start checking himself out again. Flexing his arms and bouncing his pecs joyously. Even digging his nose into his armpit and getting a whiff of that fresh morning scent. Chris was beginning to wonder if that body snatcher was ever gonna get tired of that. Probably not at this rate.

Martin just couldn’t get enough of it. The raw size, power and smell of his body was nothing short of intoxicating. That alongside his gorgeous looks make him feel on top of the world. He admired every defined ridge of muscle as if he were the one that’d sculpted them. Feeling every bulge with a look of pure pride and satisfaction crossing his face. Truly nothing could beat the feeling of being a complete and utter muscle god. Hell being a gigantic hunk of a man was basically his job description now! Here to look amazing and set the standard.

Though before he moved to brush his teeth, there was one last thing Martin wanted to do. He moved a tad closer to the mirror and started pulling a bunch of silly faces that you’d almost never see the original Chris doing. It was so surreal and hilarious at the same time. He did all sorts from sticking his tongue out to a huge cheesy grin and even giving his reflection the puppy dog eyes. By the end he certainly got a good laugh out of it and weirdly enough seeing this face move completely under his command helped him feel just a tad bit more in tune with his new body. It was like showing his mind that the body reflected back at him was really his own now which helped with a subtle disorientation that came with seeing himself in a mirror.

After having his fun, Martin made sure to give his face a good wash and his teeth a clean before finally getting dressed. Naturally he pulled on the possessed underwear first and the moment he did, his mind was flooded with complaints from Chris about having to see Martin jerk off the cock that he stole, shouting about how it’s his body and demanding that Martin find a way to fix this ASAP. Martin tried to be nice at first as he pulled on his shorts and tank top but Chris just wouldn’t let up. In the end it took Martin losing his patience and threatening to toss Chris into the washing machine at max spin for the haunted underwear to finally pipe down a little.

“Look. I’m sorry. But you have to understand how FUCKED this all is for me.” Chris would continue in a less combative tone than before. “I’m a pair of fucking underwear! I don’t even know how the hell I'm still able to see and hear everything.” Chris couldn’t help but note the pungent scent of sweat that’d lingered on his fabric form overnight, now enhanced after having been secured around Martin’s groin and ass yet again. “…and smell everything.” He added with a grimace in his voice. He didn’t even want to acknowledge the fact that he could also taste every drop of sweat and cum that permeated his new form.

“Yeah I get it but I don’t have any clue how to undo any of this. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. It feels like I’ve told you that like a hundred times and it’s only been like a day.” Martin huffed as he fixed his hair in the mirror. “The only person who could turn us back to normal is that Mr Wavell guy but I think he really gets off on doing stuff like this so… yeah.”

“So yeah?” Chris repeated. “Is that it then? I’m just supposed to accept being a pair of underwear for the rest of my life!? All while you get to steal my life!?” Chris was already getting fired up again.

Martin sighed. “Look. I promise I’ll figure something out. But in the meantime could you please stop whining? And stop telling me what I can and can’t do with this body while you’re at it. Until we find a solution, all this muscle belongs to me and I’m allowed to flex and grope it as much as I please.” He reached down and grabbed his dick through the fabric of his shorts and the possessed underwear. “That includes this cock. Got it?” Martin stated firmly.

Chris was silent for a moment, biting his metaphorical tongue so as to not say anything that’d get him thrown in the washing machine. “Fine.” He said flatly at last.

“Good. Glad we’re clear on that.” Martin replied, feeling oddly proud of himself for the confidence and assertiveness he’d displayed. He wasn’t sure if it was Chris’ personality bleeding through somewhat or if just being in his gigantic body was making Martin feel that way. Regardless of why, it felt good.

With that Martin gave his reflection one last look over before turning to exit the bathroom. He was pretty surprised with how well he was hiding his true thoughts from Chris so far. With their minds being connected he had to be careful as to not think too hard about how badly he wanted things to stay this way forever…

———

About half an hour later Martin found himself finishing a rather large bowl of oats along with a small smoothie he’d whipped up as per Chris’ suggestion. As he dunked the bowl into the sink to be washed, he began to wonder what the hell he should even be doing right now. After all he couldn’t just go to work like usual because, if Mr Wavell’s spell did what it was supposed to then, his former identity should’ve been erased altogether. That’s not to mention the fact that he was now a famous bodybuilder.

“So uhhhh… What do you do for money and all that? I mean it can’t all just be… whatever you get for being Mr Olympia right?” Martin asked curiously, not knowing nearly as much as he should.

Chris rolled his hypothetical eyes at the question before answering reluctantly. “I run two businesses that I mainly advertise online. You must’ve seen them if you were a fan. Cbum Fitness and Raw Nutrition. Oh and Bum Energy. Just another reason you need to find a way to fix this. Otherwise I know you’re sure as hell gonna crash and burn all of them. Especially since everyone probably thinks I’ve gone AWOL for the past day already.” Chris grumbled.

Suddenly it all clicked. Martin had seen all that stuff on Chris' Instagram and YouTube. Cbum Fitness was Chris’ clothing brand, Raw Nutrition was his supplement brand and Bum Energy was his energy drinks. Unfortunately Chris was probably right about the last part as well. Martin wouldn’t even know where to start when it came to running all of them. “Alright fine, I’ll head down to your place later but you’d better fill me in on everything I need to know about your friends, family and businesses. Otherwise it’s gonna be your fault when they crash and burn as you say.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. You want to take over my life that badly? Why would I tell you all that when the less I tell you the more of a chance I have of people figuring out you’re an imposter that somehow stole my body!” Chris scoffed.

“Okay. You wanna play it that way? The washing machine is right there, little guy.” Martin threatened yet again.

This time however, Chris didn’t budge. “Do your worst. You might have my body right now and sure there’s nothing I can do to stop you from touching it like a freak but there’s no way in hell in just going to give you everything you need to be me.” He stood firm.

Unfortunately Martin couldn’t force the information out of Chris and it didn’t seem like the man turned underwear was gonna budge on his stance. It was unfortunate. Martin had hoped after their conversation in the bathroom that things would be a little easier but it seemed this was still gonna be a battle. He thought about following through with his original threat until suddenly a naughty little idea popped into Martin’s head. Luckily for him, he was able to block his thoughts just enough for Chris not to hear what he was planning…

Seconds later Martin grabbed his phone off the counter before swiping over to the camera. It was only when Martin pulled his shorts down, also Chris to actually see what was happening, did the other man begin to question what he was about to do. Chris was expecting Martin to pull him off and toss him in for a 1200 spin in that dreaded machine… but Martin didn’t pull him off.

“H-hey!?” What the fuck are you doing??” Chris shouted internally as Martin proceeded to glance over his shoulder while taking photo after photo of his thick muscle ass. Doing his best to capture its size as it pressed tightly against the fabric of his underwear. Making sure to get plenty of low angles that would make it look as juicy as possible. All while listening to an onslaught of protests in his head. Once he was satisfied, Martin brought his phone back up and began scrolling through all the photos he just took. So many ass pics. He could already feel his cock starting to stiffen. If Martin had seen these kinds of pictures of Chris before this whole fiasco, he probably would’ve locked himself away to masturbate furiously for hours on end over them.

“Oooooo… that one’ll do nicely!” He smirked before exiting the photos app and jumping over to Instagram. Upon logging in he was delighted to see that instead of his original account, Martin’s phone was now logged into Chris’ official and verified Instagram account instead! It only made sense considering his former self no longer existed. With a sinister grin he immediately went to post a new story on the account. He grabbed the best of many ass photos he’d just taken and selected it for the story before adding the caption ‘Who else thinks my ass is lookin juicy as fuck today?’ His finger hovered over the post button for a moment, knowing the power he held right now. Then with one final smirk Martin pressed that very button and watched as within seconds the story was getting likes, DM replies and reposts galore! Not too surprising considering he now had over 25 and a half million followers!

It was getting increasingly difficult for Chris to read any of Martin’s thoughts as the latter got better at hiding them. It was scary how fast Martin had learned to do that. But he was able to gather enough of Martin’s residual thoughts to know that he’d posted something to Instagram. That coupled with the pics Martin had just taken threw Chris into a panicked spiral. “Oh no no no! What the hell did you just do!?” He shouted in a panic.

Martin didn’t say a word. He simply opened up the story again and lowered the phone in front of his crotch so that Chris could see for himself. Needless to say he was absolutely mortified to see an admittedly rather alluring picture of his thick muscle ass posted on social media for everyone to drool over!! There were already messages flooding in, mainly from gay men, thirsting over how incredible his ass looked. After a moment or two of shock, Chris went ballistic! Screaming and threatening Martin to take it down right away but the man now in possession of his body was completely unfazed by his madness. Instead he opted to set up an old tripod he hadn’t used in ages before opening his camera app once again and placing his phone on said tripod.

The hulking man took a few steps back after hitting the record button, making sure that his full body was in frame. With that he managed to capture a glorious shot of Chris Bumstead standing in only a tank top, briefs and gym socks. Those enormous thighs on full display for all to admire. The real Chris was both confused and very worried as Martin spun around to show his backside once more. Martin proceeded to look over his shoulder towards the camera once more with a grin before arching his back a little and bending his knees. Chris could already feel those colossal cheeks pushing against the back of the underwear. However it wasn’t until he began to feel a certain up and down, almost bouncing, motion that it dawned on him what Martin was doing…

“Mmmm wow… look at my ass shake!” Martin chuckled as he proceeded to twerk like a pro for the camera. “Fuuuuck… even with all the muscle there’s so much recoil to it.” He complimented himself while biting his lip. Within seconds his cock was at full mast yet again at the sight of his big muscle butt jiggling like it was. He made a point to show it off as much as possible, rotating his hips a few times before squatting down a little more and really throwing it back as if he were a porn star trying to make his living.

Chris was utterly appalled by what Martin was forcing his body to do. Let alone recording it!? The mere idea of seeing himself doing that in front of a camera was mortifying! He tried telling Martin to stop but by now he should’ve known that was pointless. Instead he just had to sit and endure it whilst feeling every shake of his own ass against his fabric body until Martin was finally satisfied.

“Now that is a hot video. I’m willing to bet there’s people out there who’d pay hundreds to see yo- me twerking like this. Maybe more…” Martin commented as he watched the recording back, knowing full well that before all this he would’ve spent his life savings to get his hands on a video like this. “So now you’ve got two choices. Either you tell me what I need to know or I post this video of me shaking this gorgeous ass. Simple as that.”

Chris was silent for a moment but that alone was telling enough. “Fine… I’ll tell you.” He mumbled at last just as Martin knew he would.

———

Over the next couple hours, Martin took a crash course on the personal life of Chris Bumstead. Making sure to ask every important question he could think of about his new life to which Chris reluctantly answered. Though it’s not as if he had much of a choice with the threat of his body twerking going viral looming over him. Martin tried to memorise the basics but ended up writing most things down. Especially the important stuff like bank details, passcodes and specifics about his businesses and brand deals among other stuff. But even the simple things were crucial to be honest. After all, the last thing he needed was his new family and friends interrogating him and thinking he had amnesia or something.

It was only when Chris mentioned that it wouldn’t be easy to fool his close family that something clicked for Martin that hadn’t crossed his mind until now. He was so focused on himself that he hadn’t realised that he now had a muscle monster for a brother in law as well! Iain Valliere!

Naturally Martin had seen Iain all over Instagram as well. Both from his own posts and in posts with Chris. And just like Chris, Iain was an absolute beast with breathtaking amounts of mass packed onto his impressive frame. Most would describe Iain as a mountain of a man with a rough exterior but in reality he was just a big teddy bear. And a cute one at that. Martin had fantasised about Iain nearly as much as Chris over the years. In his head he still imagined Iain towering over him with overwhelming size but now that Martin had Chris’ body, they’d be about on the same level. The thought was exhilarating.

Already Martin was thinking about how he’d not only get to meet but workout alongside and be family with Iain. His mind was stuffed full of dirty ideas revolving around the two of them groping and admiring each other’s bodies. Pressing their beards together in a whirlwind of kisses as they rub their bulges together. Martin grabbing at Iain’s muscle butt as they argue about who’s topping and who’s bottoming. Of course it couldn’t happen. Iain was his brother in law, not to mention he was straight. It was nothing but a delicious day dream… but then again Martin’s dreams had been coming true lately. So who knows?

“I swear to god. If you try to put my lips anywhere near Iain, I will find a way to send you to hell if it’s the last thing I do.” Chris growled from below. Apparently Martin hadn’t been masking his thoughts about his new brother in law all that well.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” Martin huffed dismissively. “That’s not gonna stop me from admiring that sweet eye candy when I get to meet him though.” He added with a chuckle.

Eventually 11:00am rolled around and Martin decided it was about time he hit the gym before checking out Chris’ place. He finished taking whatever notes he needed before gathering up his stuff and making a quick protein shake. He tossed it all in a bag ready to go before stuffing his socked feet back inside those huge pungent sneakers.

Chris had asked a couple times if Martin could take him off and wear some normal underwear to the gym. Of course Chris knew better than anyone how sweaty his body could get while working out and he didn’t want to experience that first hand when his own ball sweat starts to soak into him while Martin works those muscles. Yet Martin refused. After all, he was still a novice when it came to the gym when compared to someone like Chris. He might need the bodybuilding champion’s advice for certain exercises. And so Martin stepped outside to begin his walk to the gym. A place he’d no doubt be spending a lot more time at from now on in some form or another.

———

Upon stepping foot inside the gym once again, Martin couldn’t help but feel a wave of nervousness cascade over him. Until now this new body had been granting a newfound sense of confidence in himself. Knowing that he was bigger and stronger than most of the men here should’ve given him quite the boost. Yet instead Martin couldn’t help but blush and start to feel incredibly shy as he noticed people looking at him in awe, clearly recognising him for who he was. It was swiftly becoming clear that being a celebrity was something that would take some getting used to. For now he just tried to mind his business and make his way into the locker room, saying hello to a couple fans along the way and even taking a picture with one guy. Surreal.

Upon opening Chris’ locker, Martin was greeted by the spare clothes and towel he’d left in there the last time he was here. Well at least now he’d have something else to wear after the gym until he got his hands on some more clothes that actually fit around this tank of a body. For now he proceeded to drop off his bag in the locker after pulling out his protein shake. He closed it up before taking a deep breath and heading towards the sound of clanking weights and grunting men on the main floor.

Martin glanced around the gym at all the various different pieces of equipment. Of course he’d used most of it before and back then he wasn’t worried about making a silly mistake here and there. Nobody would’ve been looking at him anyways. But now? He could already feel everyone’s eyes on him again even if some of them were pretending not to stare. He couldn’t help but let his nerves get the best of him at first, instead opting to start by walking on the step machine for a while to build himself up. During which he took his sneakers off as it was usually best to do such during leg day… or so he told himself. Allowing the pungent scent from his socks and feet to be freed. Even now those socks were already damp with sweat and they would only become more so as his session went on.

During this he found himself having a bit of an inner conversation with Chris. The sentient underwear was telling Martin to stop procrastinating and just get the hell on with it. Besides they’d already gone over Chris’ whole leg routine for the day so all Martin had to do was man-up and get it done. Chris also made a note of saying he wanted it over with as soon as possible as he was already beginning to smell a faint aroma of fresh sweat which he wasn’t particularly fond of. Just hearing that though was more encouragement than anything to get stuck in and train as hard as possible.

After giving himself a moment to work up to it, Martin jumped off the step machine and made his way over towards the leg extension machine. Come on! He was Chris Bumstead now for crying out loud! He couldn’t let the fear of judgement get in his way. Instead he got himself sat down on the machine after adjusting the weight to the exact amount Chris had suggested. 130KG! Martin hesitated for a second as he slotted the pin in. He wouldn’t have dreamed of doing that much weight before but looking down at his gigantic quads gave him all the confidence he needed to give it a shot.

Though the weight was heavy, Martin found himself managing to crank out two full sets without too much issue. At which point he decided to up the weight from 130 to 140. After that he was finally starting to feel a burning in his quads. Ordinarily it would be a dreaded sensation that he’d have to push through to get the results he was striving for. But right now it felt incredible! It was sore and strenuous sure but it was like this body had grown accustomed to love that feeling. The burning sensation of pushing your muscles to work hard and grow was something this body was addicted to and he loved it! Before long it was like his legs had a mind of their own as they continued to push through the reps.

After another set of so he found himself satisfied and ready to move onto the next exercise and if memory serves then it was over to the hack squat machine. As Martin began his low weight warm up set, he failed to notice how some of the wandering eyes from around the gym began admiring his form on a… deeper level. There was a small group of women behind him giggling to each other about how his butt was even bigger than theirs. Another woman was quietly wondering to herself how it would feel to get dicked down by a hunk like Martin, or rather ‘Chris’. Meanwhile even one of the men was trying to hide his growing erection as he marvelled at the way Martin’s chiseled body strained against those tight gym clothes.

But Martin was too distracted by the voice of Chris in his head already complaining about the smell. Martin was already starting to build up a strong sweat and nobody was more aware of that fact than the pair of haunted underwear that had to absorb it. And absorb it he did, much to his dismay, as Martin continued to work up more and more of a sweat once he put some proper weight on the machine. Making sure to go nice and deep with every squat. Sweat dripping from every pore as that musky testosterone filled aroma only grew more powerful.

Beforehand Martin had been partially dreading the idea of having to workout everyday to maintain this body. It was a ton of work afterall to maintain a physique this godly. Most who say it’s a full time job and they’d be right. Yet now here he was loving the burn as any doubts about keeping in shape faded away.

“Fuuuuuuck… I’m so damp…” Chris mumbled in the back of Martin’s mind as the hunk finished up his last set here. “God it fucking smells…” he continued on, referring to Martin’s cock and balls stinking him up as they got hotter and sweatier along with the rest of his body. Though just hearing those comments made Martin’s dick twitch.

“That’s right… soak it up.” Martin whispered under his breath before taking a swig of his protein shake.

“Mmmff… Uurghh… F-Fuck you…” Chris managed to grunt back at Martin but he was clearly struggling through all those man smells that must’ve been overwhelming his senses.

Just knowing Chris was being forced to sniff it all up was driving Martin crazy on the inside, as if everything about this experience hadn’t already been driving him crazy. It was basically the equivalent of if Chris had been forced to shove his face into his own crotch and was unable to remove it. It was making Martin so damn horny but he had to keep his cool for now. He took a few deep breaths to help maintain his composure so that he didn’t spring a tent in the middle of the gym.

This cycle ends up repeating itself throughout Martin’s entire routine. As with every new exercise Martin would only find himself sweating more and more, leaving a seemingly endless supply of sweat for Chris to unwillingly absorb into his fabric body. After the hack squat he jumped to the leg press machine, keeping his feet to the bottom of the pad to help with quad isolation upon Chris’ instructions. Though Martin couldn’t help but notice the subtle slurring of Chris’ words as he explained. Like he was getting more and more drowsy as the session went on. Yet Martin continued on, pushing himself further and surprising himself with how good his form was thanks to muscle memory.

Before long Martin was completely drenched in sweat after completing a few sets of Bulgarian split squats, which were honestly hellish even with his incredible new body. But as he made his way over to a weighted calf raise machine, Martin couldn’t help but notice how quiet Chris was getting. Throughout that entire last exercise, all he heard was “Sooooo moist… Mmmmmm…” along with a couple other murmurs that he couldn’t make out. It seemed like having to absorb all that sweat and musk was having more of an even deeper effect on Chris’ consciousness than Martin thought it would.

It didn't take long for Martin to get into rhythm with the calf raises, tugging on his large sneakers again beforehand and entrapping his musky scent inside them once more.

As he did he found himself glancing around the room again. Seeing all these people of different shapes and sizes. And yet… he was the undoubtedly biggest of them all. Huge all over with pure muscle that would’ve made him look like a hulking monster had it not been for his perfect proportions. He couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of pride in that fact but he tried to stay humble all the same just as the real Chris would. Of course that didn’t stop him checking himself out a little in some of the many wall mirrors after his last exercise before finally heading back to the locker rooms.

He pulls out the bag with the spare clothes from yesterday along with a clean towel before getting undressed. He figured he could get a shower at Chris’ place if he wanted but it’d probably be better to take care of this workout stench ASAP. He proceeded to wrap the towel around his waist after taking off his possessed underwear and tossing them in his locker for the time being, still slightly concerned about the lack of communication from Chris as he headed towards the showers. The last things he’d heard were all low hums and groans.

Naturally a part of Martin wanted to do a replay of last night where he’d been worshipping himself under the steaming water but he couldn’t even begin to imagine the headlines if people heard him pleasuring himself in a public gym. Nope, now he was a celebrity he had to be a lot more careful about everything he did. Unfortunately that also meant he couldn’t go around stealing other men’s sweaty clothes and sniffing them, even if that was how he managed to get this famous body to begin with.

Thankfully he managed to keep himself under control despite not quite getting used to how erotic it was to wash such a huge muscular body. Martin stepped back into the main locker room with the towel around his waist once again before reaching into his locker and grabbing the clean clothes Chris had brought with him the previous day. There was a clean pair of underwear as well which he considered pulling on but Martin ended up grabbing the pair Chris was trapped inside again anyway to see if he’d gotten over whatever weird haze he was in earlier. After all, there was still so much he needed to learn about his new life.

Martin locked himself in a changing cubicle, ironically the same one in which his transformation had occurred yesterday, and pulled on the underwear first and foremost. Right away he could hear Chris’ voice in his head running through his head.

“Yooouu fuckinn asshole… Give back… my… my… mmmm-musk… fuuuuuck…” Chris mumbled. He was still slurring his words as if he were drunk out of his mind but at least he was talking again. “Wet… smelly… muuusskk…” He continued to ramble.

With a sigh of relief, Martin threw on the rest of his clothes before grabbing his things from the lock and marching his way out of the gym. Next stop was his new house so he could start figuring out his new life for real!

———

The next few days were a headache to say the least. Trying to integrate into another man’s life wouldn't have been easy regardless but especially for a man as famous as Chris Bumstead. It didn’t help that the real Chris was still quite reluctant to help out of spite half the time and Martin usually had to resort to blackmailing him again with the video he’d made.

When he first arrived at Chris’ house it was quite the whirlwind. He had friends and family alike all asking where the hell he’d been. He had come up with some elaborate lies as to why he’d gone awol for a day and a half. Not to mention half of them having seen his Instagram story which was a little harder to explain. Guess he hadn’t really thought that one through at the time. Regardless, by some miracle, he was able to convince them he was the real Chris. After all it's not like anyone would actually suspect something as insane as that right? Nonetheless Martin did get a few comments about how he seemed a little… off. Luckily he was able to convince everyone that he was just struggling with some ‘Personal Stuff’ that he wasn’t ready to talk about just yet.

He’d even gotten to meet Iain for the first time. Martin made sure to savour the big bro hug that Iain gave him, pressing their bulky bodies together. Iain went on to ask if Chris was doing alright with the weird stuff that had seemingly gone on in the past day or so. It was clear they had a deep bond and Martin could really feel how Iain cared for Chris like a real brother. But still… the lack of space between their thick powerful bodies made it difficult for Martin to control his growing hunger to just grab the other man and smash their lips together. He could see it so clearly in his mind. Wrapping his arms around Iain’s wide shoulders as they melted into the kiss together before rolling into the couch in a mess of lust and passion. But Martin knew that wasn’t how it would really go. Iain would likely push him away in disgust and who knows what would happen to their family after that. That said Martin thought it best not to accidentally blow up his brand new personal life the first chance he got. For now he’d just have to settle for his own imagination in that regard. Making the most of times when Iain hands brushed against Martin’s own bulging muscles during their future workouts.

Eventually Martin found himself settling into Chris’ life pretty well. He had a decent place for sure. Not too big but still fancy enough that anyone could tell he was fairly minted. Martin had already gotten glimpses of the place before when watching Chris’ YouTube videos in the past. It certainly looked a little different now though. Like there wasn’t as much of a feminine touch to the place anymore. He could only assume that was because of Wavell’s reality spell making it so he and Chris’ former fiancé were never together.

On that note, Martin was happy to find he was still absolutely a hundred percent gay. He’d wondered if maybe being inside Chris’ body would’ve made him bisexual or something since Chris had been straight but nope. He was as gay as could be. If anything he might’ve been more obsessed with men than before and that was saying something. As far as he could tell though, the world still believed he was straight. That was evident enough when Iain asked him if he’d been seeing any women lately. He’d dodged the question at the time but that did make Martin wonder how he was gonna break the news. A post on one of his socials would be the obvious choice but then again he could make more of a spectacle of it if he waited until a bodybuilding show to announce it. Or maybe he could set up an account on a gay dating app and let the news spread all by itself. Lots to think about there.

Besides that Martin continues to run his new businesses as well as he can while keeping up with the workout routine Chris had guided him through. Well sort of anyway. It was like every time Martin went to the gym these past few days, Chris was getting more and more drunk on the sweat and musk. Always slurring his words when they communicated and making off hand comments about how he wanted more sweat and musk. Going on about how he wanted the smell now rather than rejecting. Martin even resorted to washing Chris despite the protests in an effort to get him back to normal which didn’t work exactly how he’d planned. If anything it just pissed him off, saying how it felt like he’d been forced to eat soap. Sure it made him a tad more normal for a while but it didn’t take long for him to start groaning about musk again once Martin continued to wear him.

It got to the point where Martin had considered not wearing Chris at all from now on. It sounded like his mind was starting to erode the deeper the musk seeped in. Only wearing him once in a while to preserve consciousness. But he couldn’t. Martin so often found himself needing to ask questions for direction in his new life. Not to mention he couldn’t help the fact that hearing Chris groan about loving his former scent turned Martin on like hell. Even now after about a week of his new life he was back at the gym again and wearing his haunted underwear like usual. Just doing what was now supposed to be his normal routine while trying not to get a boner because of how much he loved his new self and how much he adored hearing the original Chris submit to his musk.

———

It was chest day for Martin and he was really aiming to push his limits on seeing how much he could bench press. He hadn’t actually maxed out on something like that yet. Mainly because he was usually working out on his own and he knew going super heavy would be a dumb idea if he didn’t have someone to save his ass if it went sideways. But today he had the perfect person to spot him for safety. None other than his brother in law Iain!

They’d taken to doing a session together in Chris’ home gym rather than a public gym since it gave them more space and privacy. Something that Martin had come to appreciate after all the looks and interruptions he’d received in public gyms. Plus this meant he could be all alone to secretly admire Iain’s body just as much as his own.

Martin had just spotted Iain as he did his own set of bench presses. The whole time he found his eyes glued to Iain’s huge meaty pecs. After taking off his own shirt, Martin had been able to convince Iain to take his off as well. Now all Martin could think about was rubbing his own hefty pecs against Iain’s sweaty ones.

Once Iain was finished, Martin began racking the bar with some more plates until that thing looked terrifyingly heavy. Totalling up to 200KG or 440lbs of weight.

“Jesus brother. Are you going for a one rep max or something?” Iain quipped as he watched Martin secure the plates with a clip on either side.

Martin smirked at Iain as he got laid down on the bench. “Yuuup. Last time I tried, my PR was about 197KG. Just thought I should try and make it an even 200. It’s been awhile after all and I feel like my strength has improved a little since then.” Martin explained and he was pretty much spot on. He’d remembered Chris talking about his personal records on YouTube before. The thought of using Chris’ own body to beat a record he’d set was exhilarating to say the least.

He gripped the bar firmly with good form as Iain stood over him after getting into position. Martin tried really hard not to think about how close Iain’s cock was to his head right now as he gritted his teeth and steadily lifted the bar off the rack and down towards his chest. Iain made sure to keep the bar level while not interfering too much, instead shouting words of encouragement down at Martin.

“Come on Chris! Up! Up!” Iain’s words rang through Martin’s head like a beacon of light that helped to ignite a deeper strength inside himself. With all his might Martin began to push the bar upwards, watching as it slowly lifted up. “There you go! Keep going! Come on, you're Mr Olympia aren’t ya?!” Iain continued, causing Martin to let out a roar in response. His arms and chest were on fire as he forced the bar to rise higher and higher until he finally did it. He actually benched 200 fucking kilos! Even as Iain was helping him re-rack the bar, Martin already had a giddy smile plastered across his face.

“Damn…” Martin huffed through laboured breaths.

Iain just smirked down at him. “You’re still not touching my PR.” He said playfully. It was true. Iain, the muscle monster that he was, had a record of about 225KG or around 500lbs.

“Well I train for the classic aesthetic, not to be a mass monster like you.” Martin replied while sitting up and grabbing his water bottle.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself to feel better.” Iain laughed.

The pair continued their chest day like normal. Hitting all the different exercises to keep their pecs huge and full. Egging each other on and joking like real bros. It was pretty crazy how well Martin had been able to slip into this. Already he found himself talking and acting quite convincingly as Chris. Iain hadn’t even questioned him since that first time Martin had met him. It was just a shame Martin couldn’t think of a way to get Iain into worshipping their bodies together without it sounding incredibly weird. Instead Martin would just have to resign to picking up Iain’s tank top ‘by mistake’ so he could stuff his nose into it in between sniffing all of his own sweaty clothes.

———

The morning after his delicious chest day with Iain, Martin found himself waking up with yawn in the new bed he’d gotten used to since moving into Chris’ house. It was much bigger than his old one and far better suited to his size. He dozed for a couple minutes before finally sitting up with a stretch.

He trudged downstairs before going about what had become his regular morning routine by now. He was wearing Chris yet again but the possessed underwear had become much more docile as of late. He would still answer when called upon but he always sounded sleepy and he didn’t seem to protest as much as he once did whenever Martin went on a self worship frenzy. Regardless Martin got on with his morning.

He’d had some breakfast and done some stretching when he made his way into his personal gym. He was ready for an intense back day but was stopped in his tracks when I saw another man he didn't recognise using the leg extension machine in his home gym!? Had he broken in? Was this stranger a crazy fan??

“Hey!” Martin shouted, swiftly making his way over. “What the hell are you doing in here?!?” He demanded an answer, subconsciously making his frame look as big and imposing as possible.

The stranger hardly even flinched. He glanced up at Martin before flashing him a quick smile. “Ah. Was wondering when you’d finally get your arse out here big man.” The intruder replied with a notable British accent. “Hold on. Got a few more reps.” He added without a care in the world as he continued to push the weight.

Martin just sort of stood back in shock. Who the hell was this guy? He wanted to be angry but he couldn’t help feeling strangely at ease for some reason. Of course it didn’t hurt that the man was a total hunk. He wore tight clothes that left little to the imagination and certainly flattered his hefty build. So thick with juicy muscle. Fuck. Martin was getting far too used to being exposed to hulking men as of late.

The stud finished his set, leaning back in the seat for a moment as he caught his breath before standing up. He placed his hands on his hips as he turned his attention back to Martin. “So. How have you been getting on with that body? No problems I hope?”

Martin narrowed his eyes at the stranger. “What the hell are you talking about? A-and why are you asking me questions!? You’re the one who broke into my house!” He bellowed, not quite processing what the man had said at first.

“What? You don’t recognise me?” The stud hummed playfully. “Suppose I do look a little younger since the last time you saw me.” He continued before raising both arms up into a double biceps flex. “And a bit juicier.” He added with a snicker. “It’s me. Wavell!”

Martin’s mouth hung slightly agape as his kind tried to process what the man before him had just said. Wavell? The same Wavell who had perfect silver hair and a lean physique that never failed to catch someone’s eye. The same Wavell who seemed to wear nothing but immaculate suits. The same Wavell who used some otherworldly magic to turn Martin himself into Chris Bumstead!?

“W-what? You mean…?” Martin hardly got a sentence out before the hunky warlock finished it for him.

“Yup. The very same Mr Wavell you know and love. I know I look a little different right now but come on Martin. You can tell it’s me… can’t you.” Those last two words came out slower and deeper as Wavell’s eyes glowed an unmistakable violet.

“Holy shit! It really is you! Fuck!” Martin shouted, not knowing whether to feel excited or nervous. “W-what happened to you? Did you steal someone’s body as well?”

Wavell looked down at himself before running his hands along the mountains he called pecs, massaging them a little before explaining. “Well yes and no. I won’t go into all the details but I essentially have two bodies. Sometimes in the silver fox daddy you saw before. Sometimes I’m a young hairy hunk instead. Depends on my mood I suppose.” He shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Oooh on that note, look at how fat the leggings make my arse look.” Wavell spun around before Martin even had a chance to think. He hoisted up the back of his shirt slightly to give a good full view of his heavy bubble butt as it pressed aggressively against the tight leggings that struggled to contain his lower body. “I mean my arse always looks fat but still. Fuck. Bet you wish your cock was buried to the hilt inside it huh?” Wavell shook his bubble butt enticingly.

“I… Uhhhmm…” Martin’s mouth went dry at the sight. Wavell was right though. Every instinct in his body was telling him to rip those leggings open and ravish that thick ass. But before he got a chance to even consider following through, Wavell spun back around again to face Martin.

“Ahhhh no need to answer. I know I’m adorably handsome and fuckable beyond belief.” Wavell said half jokingly while crossing his arms over his considerable chest. “But anyway, down to business. The real reason I’m here is because I wanted to ask if you’d received any of Chris’ memories yet?”

“Memories? Nope. I’ve just been asking him a ton of questions mainly. Although he hasn’t been as helpful lately. He won’t stop grunting and going on about my smell.”

Wavell grinned as it seemed Martin hadn’t figured out the other little aspect of the magic he’d placed on both Chris and Martin. “Well faking it might get you through the short term but eventually you’re gonna find yourself tripping up trying to juggle Chris’ life if you don’t have all the memories you need to do so. Luckily for you however, all you need to do is ask him.”

“What do you mean “ask?” Like he can just give his memories to me whenever he wants?” Martin questioned.

Wavell shifted on the spot a little while nodding his head. “Pretty much yeah. All you’ve gotta do is ask Chris to give you his memories. If you can get him to agree then they’ll automatically be transferred over to you. After that you should be all set for the long game.” The warlock stroked his beard nonchalantly, his bicep subtly flexing at the movement. “And guessing by what you’ve told me… I’m willing to bet he’s already pretty suggestive.”

Martin glanced down at his crotch. Was it really that easy all along? All he had to do… was ask?

“Well as much as I’d love to stay, chat and suck each other off, I promised my boyfriend I wouldn’t be long. I’m surprised he hasn’t shown up already to see what’s taking me.” Wavell chuckled. “Besides I’ve got no doubt you could have a guy over here sucking your cock within the hour if you really wanted. I doubt many gay men would say no to all of that. Unless you’re too obsessed with your new brother in law to think about anyone else of course…” He gave Martin a devious smirk.

“How did you know about that??” Martin questioned.

“Magic.” Wavell said as he waved a pair of jazz hands at the clueless sculpture of a man before him. “Anyway I’ve got bodies to swap, people to transform and a boyfriend to please so I’ll leave you to it bro. I have every faith that you’ll squeeze those memories out of your friend down there and be living your best life soon enough!” He clasped his hands enthusiastically. “So until we meet again Chris.” He smirked before vanishing right in front of Martin’s eyes in a swift tornado of purple smoke. Theatrical as always. He didn’t even give Martin a chance to say goodbye.

And so the bodybuilder was left on his own once again. Now he knew exactly what he had to do in order to truly make this new life his own. And he was going to take it.

———

The door to Martin’s new place swung open as he arrived home after a jog back from the gym, already having worked up a decent sweat and for good reason. He didn’t have anything lined up for the rest of the day as far as he could recall which meant he had the place to himself with no distractions. Perfect.

“So Chris. Not sure if you heard what that crazy magic guy said but I’m gonna need you to give up ownership of your memories.” He proclaimed out loud after tossing his shorts off and across the room. “So. You gonna give em to me or what?” He continued with a cocky demeanor.

Chris groaned a little as he tried to comprehend Martin’s words. “Mmmm… fuuck… what? Memories?… N-no. They’re mine… you can’t have them.” He just about managed to reply despite his seemingly drunken state.

“Oh yeah? Well let’s see if I can help change that tune of yours. You like feasting on your own sweat don’t ya?” Martin jumped on the treadmill without hesitation, tapping a few buttons before the thing started to move. “Well how about I get some extra cardio in for you?”

“Yes I… No… No I don’t absolutely fucking love that amazing sweaty scent. No fuck!…” Chris battled with himself and the new urges that’d been festering inside his mind ever since he was cursed. Urges that had become increasingly difficult to fight against to the point where it was bordering on addiction. The still sane part of him wanted to hate that overwhelming scent and taste that bombarded him almost everyday but this other twisted part of himself was in love with it. But he couldn’t give in. He couldn’t let this imposter win and take everything from him! He had to fight for his body! For his life!

Martin soon found himself turning the treadmill up from a jog to a run. Hearing the machine creak slightly under his weight with every step was delightful. More and more sweat dripped from every pore. Soaking his tank top and more importantly his underwear. He pushed himself to go for as long and fast as possible. Running until beats or salty sweat were dripping from his nose and the beard. He was drenched. So much so that Chris was being completely engulfed by the intensifying stench and taste to the point where he could hardly form a single thought about anything else. Before long he was groaning endlessly about how much he fucking loves the manly scent like a pig.

“Ready to… give up those… memories yet!?” Martin shouted heavy breaths down at the pair of sentient briefs as he slowed the treadmill to a brisk walk. He was hoping that the overload of stimulation would wear down the former Mr Olympia just enough to slip up and agree.

“Fuck! Fuck! So sweaty! So fucking smelly! Smells soooo good! I-I-” Chris stuttered as he finally processed what he’d been asked again. “I… I…. said no! You c-can’t have… mmmmhh… mmmy m-memories!!” He continued to protest despite it all which came as quite the shock to Martin. If it were him, Martin would’ve broken ages ago. Guess that went to show Chris’ champion mentality. A mentality that would soon belong to Martin one would hope.

He really thought that would do it though. Martin started to think that maybe he’d have to give it a few more days. Wait for Chris’ mind to corrupt a little further until it was hopefully more malleable. Maybe then he’ll be able to get the answer he wants. However, just as he was about to give up, an idea sprung to mind causing a devilish smirk to spread across Martin’s handsome yet stolen face.

The massive hunk of man hurried his way to the bedroom after jumping off the treadmill, kicking off his sneakers and peeling off his shirt. It wasn’t long before he found himself kneeled on his new king sized bed in nothing but his underwear while facing the huge bedroom mirror. Damn he loved his new place. Almost as much as he loved pleasuring this new body of his. A body didn’t ever plan on losing.

With that Martin sunk a hand down into his briefs, earning a strangely satisfied grunt from Chris as his fabric body was stretched. After which grabbing his already half hard cock and giving it a few strokes. Now usually this would be the point where he pulls down his briefs some more to unleash his cock in all its glory… but not this time. No sir. Those briefs stayed right where they were as Martin kept pumping away at his huge manhood despite the constraining fabric.

“H-hey? Mmmm fuck… W-what are you doing!?” Chris panicked a little while battling against his urges, trying hard not to moan out again about how much he adored the scent he was absorbing. Unfortunately for him Martin didn’t answer. He simply continued to jack himself off while glancing at his own reflection in the mirror and talking to himself. Telling his reflection how fucking huge and sexy he was and that he’d never go back in a million years.

It wasn’t long before Martin’s fat cock started to leak precum and, just like all the sweat so far, Chris was forced to drink it up and taste his former body’s pre. He tried to ignore how good it tasted at first but it was impossible. It was even better than all the sweat he’d been guzzling so far. So sweet but salty at the same time, yet so so addictive. It was divine! He wanted more. No he needed more! It wasn’t long before he was begging for more cum to taste. To spread inside his fabric form and savour it just as he did with all the sweat.

“Yeah you want it? You want my cum? Well I can give you a whole fucking load if you if you’re that much of a slut for it!” Martin promised, continuing to jerk with vigour.

“Yes! Yes please give it to me! I need it so badly! I need to taste it!” Chris begged in a frenzy. God if only his past self could’ve seen him now. Trapped as a pair of his own briefs and begging to be nutted inside. “Please just blow your load in me! I need it!”

That was it. Martin had him at last. He kept pumping for a few more minutes and letting Chris soak up as much precum as possible before finally posing a deal. “Alright I’ll give it to you. But only on one condition. Give me those fucking memories!!” He demanded.

Chris was silent for a moment. It was clear as crystal that he was trying to resist the temptation. He tried so hard to say no but he just as badly wanted to have that load. It was tearing him apart! So much so that he ended up shouting out an answer on impulse.

“Yes! Fine! Take them! Have my memories! I don’t care, just blow your looooaaaaadddddduuuhhhhhhh…” Chris trailed off as suddenly the very memories he’d just agreed to give up were suctioned out right out of his mind in one of the most pleasurable sensations he’d ever experienced.

“Holy fuuuuuuucckkkk!!!” Martin bellowed out as an entire life began pouring itself inside his head. Core memory after memory showing up in his mind one after the other as if he’d actually experienced them. All of Chris Bumstead adventures, experiences, ideas and skills swiftly becoming his. An entire identity transferring itself in a whirlwind inside his head as everything slotted into place. That experience instantly skyrocketed to the number one most bizarre thing Martin had ever felt and probably ever will feel. Quite literally having a life flash before his eyes.

Before he knew it the sheer intensity of the transfer caused Martin to bust one of the biggest loads of his life, soaking the underwear even more so than it already was with his thick virile seed. Some managed to push through the fabric and drip onto the bed sheets but most of the cum was absorbed rather quickly for… obvious reasons.

“Yessssss… cummmm! I love cum! Cum and sweat! Soooo delicious…” The original Chris mumbled mindlessly. With all his memories drained he hardly even knew who he was anymore. Now he was nothing more than a piece of horny sentient fabric with a one track mind. To serve his master. To show off his master’s ass and bulge. And of course to absorb his master’s essence.

After catching his breath, Martin slipped off the underwear before dropping it on the floor in a messy heap so he didn’t have to hear those horny moans any longer inside his head. Instead he took a step towards the mirror and looked at his reflection again. Before now he’d always felt like an outsider. And Imposter parading around in someone else’s skin. But now? He was the real deal. That man staring back at him in the mirror. It wasn’t some other dude who’s body he’d stolen. It was him! He was Chris Bumstead now! And nothing was ever going to change that!

“And I’ll be a better version of Chris than you ever were.” He muttered, looking back at the discarded cum filled underwear on the floor before turning back to the mirror. He couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward towards the glass and pressed his bearded lips against the reflection. Making out with ‘himself’ shamelessly. God he fucking loved himself. And he was gonna love his new life even more!

With that the new Chris made his way to the bathroom so he could wash up and get all this strong manly stench washed away for the time being. And as he stood under the running water, the new Chris began to ponder how he was going to introduce his new sexuality to the world yet again. I still hadn’t come to a decision but he was eager to introduce the world formally to the new and improved Chris Bumstead! One that was very… very gay.

Epilogue coming soon…

[momentomori24]

I may just be insane about this but does this feel like foreshadowing to anyone else. In this scene we see her trying to replicate the skill of someone else (her mother) and failing to achieve the same results that they would. That feels really specific and it's driving me insane.

Like, we see this come back again in the aftermath of the trial. Diana has repeatedly voiced her admiration for Wolfgang's ability to speak and inspire those around him in the darkest of times, saying she wished she could do the same. We see her pour her heart out and give her own speech to inspire the others-- except the reaction that she receives is cold and miserable, far from the newly kindled warmth and hope Wolfgang was able to create every time.

Diana is a chameleon. Her whole thing is to reflect, to replicate and to adapt. Do you think that this small scene where she tries to make a butterfly out of her hairclips-- a butterfly, an animal associated with transformation and change-- and the end result looking nothing like what she wanted it to be is a metaphor for her future character arc? She has declared that she wants to follow in Wolfgang's footsteps, wants to become something new, but do you think that by the end she ends up being the furthest thing from him? Do you think that by the end she will be left distorted, fundamentally wrong? Do you think that if she could see what she will become in the future, the only emotion that she can muster is horror as she gazes at a stranger that's supposed to be herself? That by the end, she won't be able to recognise herself, because there's no "her" left anymore?