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[possesseddesiress]

Haunted: Distractions

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Haunted: Distractions

prologue: Haunted

part one: Possession Play

part two: The Bet

part three: Occupied

The weeks that followed for Benjamin were the worst. Not because of the grades, not because some people would judge him for his sexuality, or any other teenage cliché that might cross your mind.

《 Sup? Do you want to go for a drink? 》 - he checked his phone, noticing a notification. Fuck, how did they get his cell number?

But for the constant harassment from the ghosts. Benji didn't have them all recognized yet (because there were surely more of them, as many as cockroaches hiding behind the walls of the school), but he already had a few of them memorized.

This by their behaviors, after a while, it was easy to remember them no matter how much they changed their skin (more because they were also predictable in their behavior, or rather, in what bodies they used)

He had recognized four so far. First Zeke, who had wreaked havoc in the principal's office, he didn't know how the deputy principal got out of that accident unscathed. He liked to occupy a wide variety of bodies, from muscular to lean.

The big detail here was: the scent. Ezekiel always gave off that characteristic smell of “herbs”, in addition to his relaxed or even "goofy" act, to say the least. He was the spitting image of liberalism, he didn't care about anything, and while he didn't try to get between her legs (or at least not so much anymore), he didn't want to pay attention to him either. After all, he was still the target of that bet they were so focused on winning.

- Come on. Talk to me, Kenji

- I told you it's Benji, Benjamin for you. And I have nothing to talk to you about.

He muttered dryly, moving down the school hallway, clutching his backpack.

- Not even a "hello"?

- Fuck you, Zeke. And you better get out of that body, the debate team has rehearsals this week.

- What's the difference? Come on, let's talk.

Maybe Zeke was the quietest of them, but on the other side.

We had Daniel, who was a headache, he was bossy, with a straight and authoritarian attitude that was suffocating, he didn't show up with a nice attitude, wanting to be your friend (as Zeke sometimes tried to do), this idiot wanted to boss you around, bend you over almost. He used to be president of the class of '65, until an aneurysm cut his potential political career short in the middle of a political speech (yes, he'd forced him to listen to his monologue for at least an hour, about his "tragic life"), and Benji had discovered with him... That ghosts had powers, and to his bad luck, Daniel's power was to control others. When he possessed a body, he had a small window in which,he could command people whatever he wanted. The ability was short lived but, he had the bad luck that their first meeting would end in a very... Peculiar way.

The bodies he used to occupy, were those guys with self-sufficiency on their faces, sports team stars (mind you, with enough brains to house his own), school committee guys, even the president of his class – "To relive the old days" - he had said as it seeped into him.

A total egomaniac. Although he had lost track of him in the last few weeks, it was as if he had lost interest in trying to convince him to listen to him beyond his suggestion.

Then there was Tobias. He could remember him the day this whole nightmare started, his voice, raspy... with that melancholic touch that went with it, he always had that somber aura about him, plus a kind of Nancy Downs emo boy vibe or something, and to top it all off. He was the oldest of them all, dying in "unknown" situations in 1930. Quite the old man.

And with it, all his stigmas of the time.

The bodies he chose had that vibe of... guy of few words. Edgy or dark style. Like some dark poet or some guy with a cigarette problem.

He never tried to get intimate with him, at least not carnally, he always said he wasn't gay but he could see how he would stare at his lips more than usual or how he would concentrate madly on touching his pecs, quite the virgin.

Although, he always had great conversations with him, existential ones. He was hardly interested in the bet, more like someone lonely who longed to stop being lonely with all his might. They'd talk for a while, and then, he'd leave his host's body just like that.

But then there was Brady. Apparently the one who started the whole gambling thing, his bodies were diverse, but he was always a casanova, with a smirk, huge biceps or squandering “charisma” to tempt him, he was a jerk, and the most insistent of them all.

- Come on, Benny, don't you want to try all this? You've got the best athlete in the school at your feet, what do you want?

- From you, nothing - He said trying to stay as firm as he could, he had to admit that having so much jock, hot teacher and handsome guy paying attention to him and flirting with him so insistently, was tempting. There were several occasions when he almost “gave in” to those tactics, however, he knew it was all fake somehow, none of those guys wanted to be with him willingly, it was just delusional. And he wouldn't fall for it, no matter how much Brady would occupy his entire arsenal, such as possessing the principal or much of the teaching staff.

But Benji was far from knowing all the other ghosts. Like Elliot, a nerd from 2003 who had been ghosted after an asthma attack, and why hadn't anyone helped him or gotten to his inhaler? Because he had been locked in the bathroom by his bullies. Something sad, but that not many people remembered because he was not a sports eminence (as they remembered Julian).

Elliot had several peculiarities, but the greatest of all was his way of possession. All ghosts, without exception, entered through cavities such as the mouth, nose, etc.. It was a prerequisite to complete the possession, for all but not for Elliot. The way in which the nerd entered his hosts was by touch (who knows why?). Julian and Mark sensed it had been thanks to the circumstances of his death), but it remained a mystery.

Elliot had been in favor of the bet, but similar to Tobias. Beyond his carnal desires, he was lonely. Too lonely, he wanted a friend, he had Julian and Marco, yes. But he wanted to be seen by someone else, he was sick of being a ghost, "doomed" (he wasn't complaining about his friends, let's be clear on that) to know and see the same people for perhaps, all eternity. So to have a new guy who could see him, and talk to. It was certainly excellent news, the possibilities were great.

The bodies he always chose were those with glasses, slim, sometimes he liked slightly muscular, although sportsmen were completely out of his list. Of all the ghosts, Elliot was the one who possessed the least, maybe because he avoided it, it didn't seem right to him to usurp someone else's place, although when loneliness could outweigh his morals, he owned some guy, just to feel normal again, seen. That was the one thing Elliot longed for with all his might, to be seen.

He had thought for weeks about how to talk to Benji, whether to occupy a body or present himself as him (he preferred the former, it would be less invasive and wouldn't leave the guy looking like a maniac talking to himself), what topics to talk about, he had mapped out a whole imaginary path to occupy the perfect body. A senior guy, just like Benjamin, they were going together in calculus so it wouldn't be hard. All he had to do was walk across the school from the abandoned wing to the central wing, easy.

What Elliot didn't count on, was that he had to go through the gym, right in the middle of PE class. During a game of dodgeball; the nerd was trying to dodge every container that darted back and forth, totally oblivious to his presence. He hated dodgeball, and now he hated it more; that guy almost hit him!

Something else unusual about Elliot: He did not control how long his possessions lasted, while all other ghosts could come and go at will from their hosts, for him, the rules were very different. That lasted until one thing or another happened.

A. The body would eventually expel him

B. Something from the outside forced him to leave.

Elliot could almost spend a month inside someone if something didn't get him out, because he couldn't get out on his own, so he was also extremely careful about when and who he possessed.

He was a few steps from the entrance, past the hallway, he would be safe to carry out his plan. He was so close! He quickened his pace, running.

- Okay, guys! That's enough, practice is ov-!

What Elliot didn't count on was that someone would run right into his path. And boy, he run into someone.

It was like slamming into a brick wall and then turning to dust, swirling in anguish and near panic, until everything settled. He opened his eyes lazily, feeling heavy, big, he had always been very thin so feeling his center of gravity shift was a strange sensation. He'd been around big guys, yes, but nothing equaled that.

- Coach... Are you all right?

Elliot looked around, trying to find the coach with his eyes, but no one was there. He looked down, and then he understood.

- Holy shit - he muttered under his breath.

- Coach, is everything all right?

- Ah... - a deep voice escaped his lips, he didn't even know what to answer - Yes, yes, everything is in order. We're done here, everyone get changed.

- But there's still more time left...

- Let's make it free time.

Little by little they left the gym until they left him alone, his heart pounding. Everything had gone wrong for him, almost backwards. He put his hand to his head as he felt a kind of dizziness, not because of illness, but because everything that shouldn't have happened, had happened, it was regret. Now what would he do? He was trapped in that body, who knows for how long, and worse, it wasn't just any body.

He would have to keep a facade up, coordinate classes, see about some sports teams, fuck, fuck. Out of sheer inertia he flexed his arms, feeling his strength. Something he'd definitely never felt before, he'd been in some jock bodies when he'd been transformed into a ghost, but it had been years since then, so much so that he didn't remember the sensation. But now it was there, in the coach's body.

He walked over to a mirror nearby to begin flexing with a mixture of surprise and fascination. He watched as his biceps swelled with a trace of amazement in his eyes.

- What a thing!

He said with a chuckle, still flexing over and over again, making funny or even a little more... flashy gestures. He laughed softly, it was strange to see the trainer like that, a stern man, who forced the students to do at least 10 laps around the track if they made a mistake, he almost barked when he spoke, but with him in charge, he looked so docile and fascinated by his new skin.

He left the gym with wooden planks that squeaked under his new weight to go to the weight room, fortunately for him, it was completely empty: He took two weights of at least 40kg each and lifted them with a loud grunt, almost like a bellowing bear.

- Pfff! - he smiled boastfully - How simple, damn it!

Elliot never cursed, never. He was like a shy and fearful mouse, but now in the man's body, he had become something else.

He flexed his arms again and again, staring at the mirror as if there was no tomorrow, he laughed under his breath, not even satisfaction could describe what he was feeling in its entirety. All a lifetime (and even on the “afterlife” path) he had been a wimp, almost like a spaghetti, while other ghosts could lift at least “normal” things, he couldn't even lift a box, but now he was more than strong, with those imposing biceps and pectorals flexing at his will, every time he wanted and felt like it, like simple jellies that quivered with a single touch.

- And what a fucking smell - he muttered as he inhaled, the trainer's scent was deep, penetrating and extremely rancid, but it caused a deep gasp to escape his lips.

The nerd felt so many things inside him, things he didn't even get to experience in his most ambitious dreams in life: strength, body hair, stench. Elliot didn't smell like anything when he was human, hopefully peanut butter but that was as far as the story went. But now, he stank, he really stank, he was stinking, sweaty, like a monument to masculinity.

- Fuck yeah...

He kept lifting different weights, smiling as he discovered the limits of his new body, intoxicated was too little to describe it.

He had always found it strange the way the trainers dressed, with those sports suits, short shorts or tight t-shirts, but now he thanked whoever was on top of them, that it was so. Because shit, he looked delicious.

He felt like every muscle would explode, but he didn't care, he wanted more and more. Until he ended up exhausted, his back wet against the back of one of the sports machines, his forehead sweating like rivers, his chest rising and falling like a drum, and that smug smile on his face, not erased by anything.

— Fuuuuck, yeah... 

He finally got up, and walked to the gym office, right where "his" desk was. He slumped against the seat, making it squeak and creak, which made him let out a low chuckle, he took off his tennis shoes and socks to let his huge feet breathe.

If any of the other ghosts saw Elliot act like this, they'd be infarcted (again), the guy was no saint or anything, but he was innocent, lazy in the realm of possession, and now he had a container that was distinguished in more ways than one.

He stroked his thighs, enjoying the sensation of his calloused fingers running over his cloth-wrapped legs, he wanted more. Desire more.

- Maybe we need to get these cumbersome things off.

He moaned to slide his pants down to just a tight lower garment. It gave off a scent that would have made anyone's nose twist and recoil, but the guy just dipped his fingers between his new balls and his slit, rubbing hard and then bringing it to his nose.

- It stinks like a man should smell.

Yes, again. Any of the ghosts would freeze to see him like this. Maybe the coach's scent was too much for little Elliot, submissive to a new identity and instincts that were pulling him to the bottom. He stuck his tongue out to direct his fingers to it and from there, underneath, wanting to lubricate the area to be discovered.

- Uh... - his eyes were lost in the impulse. His hands tried to look for something in those drawers to enhance the experience, who knows, maybe the trainer was as "crazy" as he was. But he found something completely different: a singlet, neatly folded and placed under some files, he took it between his hands, noticing the stench - Wow... It seems that the coach also has a very strong opinion on the subject.

He scoffed before taking it to his nose, rubbed the front and back area against his nostrils over and over again, eager to further scramble his brain cells with the aroma. He gasped quietly until his eyes lit up with an even better idea, he quickly slid the fabric down his thighs until he left it at his waist. He giggled eagerly like someone who is debuting a toy.

- How tight... - he laughed low - What? What do you want me to grade you up? Well, I don't know. Maybe we should talk about it in other... terms.

He laughed again, flexing his arm to suck and lick the armpit, his senses sharpened as never before, even the cold blowing of the wind made him roll his eyes with a long moan. So engrossed and distracted to realize the door was opening.

- Professor, I wanted to ask you about... - And yes, Benji's bad luck again, he had stumbled upon the scene head-on - Holy shit, Zeke, is that you again!!!?

Words could not even be articulated for Elliot, he was blank. That wasn't the time, nor the plan he originally had, much less the body; he only watched as Benjamin gave a gesture of what appeared to be disavowal before leaving the room, slamming the door. The nerdy ghost lay back in the chair, defeated, tears even appeared on his face, how could he ever try to approach again after such a... dreadful slip? He lay there for a long moment until he thought about it, he hadn't even realized who it was, for Benji, maybe it was Zeke making his messes again, he had no idea who Elliot was. And he could use that to his advantage.

He took off his suit to refold it and put it back in place, putting his clothes back on to leave the place.

It was almost two o'clock, so the school hours were almost over, he walked through the school, he had no idea what the next few days would bring, he would have to prepare for classes, practice with the soccer team (holy god, what were the rules of soccer?), although as he walked, thoughts were dissipated by the rush of the wind, as the vibe hit against his face and his borrowed hair flew with it. As a ghost, sensations are reduced to a minimum, by a miracle he could feel the air or the warmth of the sun, but now, he was there.

And the worries vanished. What could happen if he didn't fully adapt to his new role? Nothing would happen, he could be wrong, the important thing was to start over. And what about returning to his ghost form? The day would come when it should, now he had opportunities in front of him. Beyond the carnal (although a rather.... “ambitious” crossed his mind, after all, those muscles equated to those of a superhero).

But besides that, he could again feel the taste of food on his palate, the aroma of another place than the Institute, different sounds, everything beyond... He smiled at the idea, ready to start whatever fate had in front of him.

Although so much positivism and optimism ended up hitting him in the face, literally. As he was about to go down the sidewalk to leave the student property, an invisible force detached him from his body and propelled him backwards, he rolled on the grass as if a rocket had hit him.

- Holy shit, are you serious? Holy shit! - the ghost shouted angrily, he had forgotten a cardinal rule: Everything that belongs to the school, stays in the school - Is this a fucking joke?!

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Benji walked forward with a mixture of anger and fear in his eyes. He was fed up, completely fed up with every ghost in this school, how everyone wanted to talk to him, or get between his sheets. It was hell! And the worst part was that it was just for him, the school sucked, the subjects sucked, the homophobia sucked. And now this!!!

He didn't need any of that theater, he didn't want that power, he was sick of it. The ghosts seemed to be as interested in him as someone who wants to find a spoon to eat, a mere object, that was not what he wanted. They saw him, yes, but so what? Just that, there was nothing else. He was so alone and ignored, by humans and spirits alike.

Just a lonely pawn; to the other humans, he was just a source of tasks, favors and advice that vanished once his mission was completed, and to the ghosts... Well. It seemed he had no one in the world, at least no real connection, not even to his blood, it was no coincidence that of all places he had ended up at that school (because yes, it was partly one of the only ones in the state), but there was something peculiar about it (besides his economic status and whatnot), that it was a boarding school. 

Keeping him as far away from home as they could, out of his parents' care, right in the blind spot. So he had absolutely no one, and he was so alone. Desperate in the midst of his anxiety, rage and melancholy. The corridors were behind him until someone slowed him down.

- Benji, are you all right? You look distressed - Peter, a friend (or at least when he remembered him), the one who had helped him so much after the gummy incident. He stood in front of him with a worried expression.

- Yeah, just... Stuff. - He lifted his shoulders without being able to say much, because who could he tell about what he was seeing without being thought crazy? Exactly, no one.

- Well, do you want to go get something to eat in the cafeteria with me? Maybe I can help you clear your head.

- That'd be nice, thanks, Pet.

- You're welcome, buddy. Let's go.

The guy smiled, Benji nodded. There was something strange about his friend, not bad, like the typical shadow that accompanies ghosts, it was something different, more... Revitalizing, but whatever it was, he liked the way it felt.

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The Identity Transfer

(Original story posted February 6th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated!

Written for @the-natwolf

It’d been a long day for Nat as he arrived home feeling exhausted and wanting nothing more than to chill out for the last few hours of the evening. The first thing he did was whip up a nice hot meal for himself to satiate his growling stomach. Soon after he’d finished his meal, he was collapsing onto his bed with a drink in hand as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through some of his socials.

Naturally it wasn’t long before he found himself on Instagram. He took a sip from his drink as he flicked through the various posts. Some were of his friends, some being adverts and others being funny videos. But of course one of the most common themes while scrolling had to be the huge manly hunks showing off their half naked bodies. As a gay man, who could blame him. There would be bears, jocks, dads and meatheads alike just filling his feed to the point where more often than not Nat found himself unable to go on Instagram in public.

“Damn he looks good…” Nat mumbled to himself as he stopped on an image of a bear showing off his big hairy pecs and stomach. In honesty he’d always been a little jealous of men like that. Men that were huge and masculine. It made sense though. After all, Nat was 26 now and stood at around 5’7 with a pretty lean average build. He wasn’t really that hairy either. He might not have been as hunky as the men he drooled over but he didn’t hate his body. He was content with what he had… mostly. When there were guys out there his age and younger that were well over 6 foot and stacked with muscle, it was hard not to be at least a little envious of them.

He took another sip of his drink before his seemingly endless scrolling was stopped dead in its tracks. Up had popped a new post from one of his favourite dudes on Instagram. Ched Uzor!

He was a massive dude in every sense. Incredibly tall and insanely muscular with dashing good looks that made the smaller man swoon every time. Along with almost any gay man for that matter. He was gorgeous! So much so that Nat couldn’t help but pull up the man’s profile and start scrolling through all his posts again like he had many times before. He could never get enough of drinking that man in.

As it turned out Ched was an online coach that took on clients to help with training and getting into shape so naturally this meant he posted tons of pictures and videos dedicated to showing off his physique. Plentiful amounts of shirtless pics in the mirror to show off his god-like body for all to see. There were even a few where he stood in nothing but a towel or a tight pair of shorts that left little to the imagination. Those posts always drove Nat and many others crazy. Getting to see those chiselled abs and incredible pecs was always a treat. Not to mention those colossal arms of his that needed no introduction. Apparently he considered them his best feature and for good reason. Just one of Ched’s gigantic biceps looked to be the same size as one of Nat’s legs!

He continued to search through the bank of juicy content with a growing tent in his jeans. There were of course many workout videos to go with all the pics he put up which was just the icing on the cake. Getting to see Ched working those impressive muscles of his in an effort to pump them even bigger than they already were. He really couldn’t be more of a beast! Though his British English accent was something that frequently threw Nat off. He hadn’t expected it when he first heard Ched’s voice but he certainly didn’t hate it. He found it being quite the turn on actually!

Eventually he’d begun to lose himself a bit. Soon finding himself gulping the rest of his drink down so he could focus on rubbing his arousal over his jeans while gawking at this man’s amazing body. “Fuck… I wish I could be just like him.” Nat muttered to himself. He was just about ready to unzip and whip his dick out when suddenly a strange pop up filled his screen. It said:

- Our service has deemed you eligible for an identity transfer. From what we can gather, you wish to become like the user of this account “Ched Uzor”. Would you like us to proceed in making that possible for you? -

Beneath the message was a green accept button and a red deny button. Naturally Nat’s first instinct was to deny with strange pop ups like this but as his finger hovered over the red option, he hesitated. He had no idea why but for some reason, something deep down was telling him to accept. The logical part of his mind was telling him it was most likely a scam or a virus or some kind but at the same time something else was tugging at him. Telling him that it was real and to just trust it… so he pressed accept. After which there was a slight nervousness building in his chest as a new pop up emerged that simply read:

- Confirmation Received. Preparing Physical Transfer… Gathering Information… -

Seeing this Nat began to panic slightly. What was he thinking accepting this random link!? It was probably taking all the personal info off his phone right now! Next thing he knows he’s gonna have an emptied out bank account and most of his emails compromised! Though just as the fear began to set in, the screen changed once again.

- Preparation Complete! Beginning Physical Transfer… 0% -

Physical transfer? What the hell did that mean? Well Nat was soon about to find out. He tapped away at his phone a little, trying to back out from whatever this was but nothing was working. Even pressing the home button or holding down the power button did nothing as the percentage metre slowly began to tick up.

His eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed the pale skin on his hands beginning to darken. At first he thought he was seeing things but he couldn’t deny it when they started expanding too! Growing larger and meatier while also gaining a more weathered look you’d see on guys who did plenty of physical labour or spent lots of time in the gym. Before long his enlarged hands had turned a deep ebony in colour and that darker hue was quickly starting to spread across his light skin. He tossed his phone onto the couch in panic as he could do nothing but watch this bizarre transformation progress…

- Physical Transfer… 5% -

Next up were his forearms. His skin didn’t waste any time in converting from his usual pale white to a much darker tone. His biceps and shoulders soon followed the same example until both of Nat’s arms looked as though they belonged to a black man! He barely had time to process this though as moments after he felt a warm tingle flow up and down his arms for a second until suddenly they began expanding with muscle!

It began once again with his forearms pumping up rather aggressively with his biceps and triceps quickly following suit as they grew to seemingly no end. It wasn’t long before he’d not only filled out the sleeves of his shirt but the fabric was beginning to dig into his biceps until a faint ripping sound could be heard. That sound only got louder as his shoulders started to bulge, growing into huge boulders of muscle.

He looked… ridiculous! His arms were huge, bulky and a completely different colour to the rest of his small white body. Thankfully it wouldn’t stop there though. As soon as his arms finally reached their full enormous size, the transformation began to spread further.

- Physical Transfer… 25% -

Saying Nat was bewildered would be an understatement. He took a second to marvel at his arms by moving and flexing them a little as he stood up from the couch. The sleeves on his t-shirt were torn in multiple places and only continued to tear as he checked out his new guns. They were gigantic to say the least. He’d go as far as to say his arms were now bigger than a lot of the jock dudes he’d seen at the local gym. Though, as incredible as they were, they probably looked rather silly and out of place on his much smaller pale body.

Just then however, as if on cue, there was another warm tingle that darted around his torso. Of course Nat had been far too focused on the new size of his arms to notice that the skin beneath his shirt had continued changing. It started with small splotches of colour appearing across his chest, stomach, back and traps. At first making his skin appear tanned in those spots but as the patches spread and connected to one another, the tone deepened even further until it matched the same rich ebony skin colour his arms now proudly adorned.

- Physical transfer… 40% -

After what had just happened down with his now hulking arms, Nat already had a good idea of what to expect next when the warm tingle across his torso subsided. He stared down at himself, breath hitching slightly as he waited. And then he felt it. A strange pulsing sensation flooding through his upper body and then…

“UUROOUGGHH!…” Nat bellowed as his chest suddenly heaved forwards, his once unimpressive pecs eagerly starting to take shape. What was previously a relatively flat chest ballooned out into a juicy pair of meaty muscle tits that strained desperately against the front of his shirt. At the same time he found his torso growing thicker and wider in unison with his pecs. His back broadened more by the second until a massive rip tore across the spine of his shirt as he hulked out of it. It simply wasn’t able to contain so much man.

Nat’s eyes began to flicker and roll with all the intense feelings rushing through him right now. The changes were so overwhelming but at the same time… he didn’t want it to stop. Even smiling a little as he felt his traps start to bulge and his neck thicken slightly to compensate. But it didn’t end there. Even as all this new muscle was growing, his height had been increasing a little as well. His torso had grown significantly longer as his former 5’7 statue extended up to 5’11. It couldn’t be more obvious as his shirt rode up enough to give the world a view of his new thick dark abs.

That said he still looked quite ridiculous. He had the arms and torso of a bulky black man with the head and lower body of an average white dude. Not for much longer though.

- Physical Transfer… 65% -

The changes seemed slowed down towards his neck for time being but they didn’t stop their march downwards to the lower half of his body. Naturally the first things to be swallowed by the darkening skin were his groin and his backside. Then as the tingling began to swarm those two regions, it was near impossible for Nat to hide the huge grin forming on his face. By this point he was fully embracing the insane transformation and only wanted more! He didn’t know how it was possible but it just felt so damn good! All he could think about now was the rest of his body getting huge and how amazing it was going to feel!

The back of his jeans started to grow tighter by the second as his ass expanded aggressively, plumping itself up with more and more muscle. Before long his jeans were forced to really stretch themselves over two thick globes that put his former ass to shame. But it didn’t stop at the heavy black jock butt. If anything Nat’s attention was much more focused on his crotch as he rubbed a large hand over it. He could already feel the next change setting in fast.

His hard and already black cock started to bulge obscenely in his pants as it pumped itself bigger and fatter. Gaining not only length as it bucked and pulsed but some delicious girth as well that would stretch any hole to its limit. He almost couldn’t believe he didn’t cum on the spot as the mushroom tip grew thicker and rounder inside the confines of his jeans. He’d managed to stifle his moans for the most part up until that point but he couldn’t help letting out a long groan when his balls suddenly bloated to a huge and heavy size without warning. A glob of precum stained the inside of his pants as his nuts swelled with jock seed.

- Physical Transfer… 75% -

As was expected by this point, the ebony colour spread down across Nat’s legs causing his thighs and calves to darken multiple shades in tone. The change crept lower before finishing with his feet as they endured the same fate. He pulled up one of his pants legs slightly to confirm this was the case and he couldn’t help but get excited upon seeing the dark skin, knowing what was to come. His entire body from the neck down was black!

Moments later that now familiar pulsing sensation travelled up and down his legs. What followed was the sound of his jeans ripping at seams as his legs started to pack on years worth of hard earned muscle in a matter of minutes. His thighs thickened to watermelon crushing levels of size and power while his calves slowly but surely began to grow to the size of sturdy footballs. During which all Nat could hear was the sound of his legs tearing his jeans apart. But once again it didn’t stop there. Along with all the muscle, his legs began stretching longer as well. It wasn’t long before his already increased height of 5’11 went well past 6 foot and all the way up to 6’4! By that point his muscle had finished expanding leaving him with a set of huge meaty legs and jeans that were clinging on for dear life. They were in complete tatters like his shirt. The button on the front had popped off and his ankles were exposed thanks to the jeans now riding up his legs!

He only got a few seconds to rest however as the next little transformation wasn’t waiting right around the corner. The only warning he got was a pleasant buzzing sensation flowing through his feet before suddenly they began exploding with size. They grew at such a rapid rate that within moments they completely burst out of his shoes. With a grin Nat gave his new black size 14 feet a wriggle, loving the feel of how big they were.

- Physical Transfer… 90% -

Now there was only one part left to go and Nat was ready to embrace it. He closed his eyes with a smile as the darkening skin resumed its spread up over his neck and towards his head. It took a little longer than the rest of the body but before long there wasn’t a trace left of Nat’s once pale skin left. Every inch of him was now a rich dark tone. But with the skin done, it was time for the rest of his features to catch up!

A warm wave of tingly pleasure washed over his head as the final changes began. It started with the lump in his throat shifting slightly and readjusting to give him a slightly deeper and more intimidating voice but also one that could be sensual and charming. The main event however was the face itself. Facial features began moving, growing, shrinking, sharpening and softening in all the right places until there was almost no resemblance to the original Nat left. His jaw was stronger, his lips were fuller and his nose was broader. The only thing left was his hair but even that quickly began to recede from the shaggy mop it had once been into something much shorter. Forming into tight neat curls that were distinctly black. And to top it all off a short bristly beard sprouted across his face to match, making his visage all that much more handsome.

- Physical Transfer… 100%… Complete! Physical Identity of “Ched Uzor” assumed! -

Bringing his hands up to his face, Nat couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Everything about it felt different to the spacing between his eyes to the size of his features to the feeling of his hair. It was insane but at the same time extremely erotic for some reason. He had to see what he looked like.

He was in luck as he’d recently put up a new mirror in his bedroom of which he soon found himself stumbling towards, not used to his new weight and centre of gravity. Though despite having just gone through the whole transformation, nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw. Staring back at him was a black muscular hunk! But not just any hunk… it was Ched Uzor! *He* was Ched Uzor! The same man he’d been drooling over online for years!

Of course Nat was far too distracted to notice but across the room on his bed, the message on his phone changed as it began to initiate the next phase…

- Preparing Mental Transfer… Gathering Information… -

Being blissfully unaware of this second transfer, Nat immediately began exploring himself with glee. He never imagined he’d get to experience what it felt like to have a body like this. Not only powerful and muscular but extremely tall as well. Before he'd always felt like the short dude in a crowd but now that he was 6’4 things are gonna be very different. Even now he couldn’t help but notice how much smaller everything seemed. How the floor looked so much further away and how things like his bed, desk and closet seemed so tiny now. It was crazy to wrap his head around but he could certainly get used to it.

- Preparation Complete! Beginning Mental Transfer… 0% -

Nat couldn’t help but love how his former clothes were now in tatters as they struggled to contain his new godly form. Despite that, he had to get a proper look. And so he gripped his torn t-shirt and with one swift motion, ripped it off his torso with ease. Tossing the fabric to one side, Nat took the opportunity to marvel at his incredible upper body. Starting by giving his juicy new pecs a generous squeeze before pinching at his dark nipples. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how many guys he’d get to fuck with a body like this. He was gonna have dudes practically falling to their knees before him.

“Mmm I wonder if I can bounce my pecs like this…” Nat mumbled to himself, loving the new English accent to his voice. He struggled at first, flexing the muscle on his chest awkwardly, but then something just hit him. Suddenly he started popping his pecs like a pro. No wonder because he’s been able to bounce them like that for years now!

- Mental Transfer… 10% -

Once he’d had his fun with his pecs, Nat made sure to give his abs a bit of attention as well, running his hands across the hard ridges with a bite of his lip before moving onto his arms. Sure he’d given them a good flex earlier but now he had the rest of the body to back them up. To say they were unreal wouldn’t do them enough justice. They were so massive and juicy that merely moving his huge arms gave him a power rush, never mind flexing them for the mirror. Getting to feel the pure strength behind all that raw muscle was intoxicating.

“Ughhh yeah!… I’m so huge!” He moaned as his enlarged cock strained against his underwear. He was getting drunk on the sensation of how huge his arms were. No wonder he considered them his best feature. He’d always had big arms so when he started training them properly they just exploded with size! Now he and everyone he met couldn’t seem to get enough of them.

- Mental Transfer… 25% -

He just had to see his body in its full glory. Not wasting any more time Chat gripped his jeans and just like with his shirt he ripped them off before tossing the remains to the side. Now all he had covering himself was an extremely tight pair of underwear that had the tip of his excited cock peeking out one of the leg holes. Overall he was pretty surprised that his underwear seemed intact. Or so he thought anyway.

After giving a quick twirl in the mirror, he was fast to notice a huge rip down the back that gave a perfect window view of his large muscle ass. Seeing this Chat couldn’t help but laugh before giving his big butt a hefty slap, enjoying the way it recoiled slightly. “Yeahhh boy! That’s what I’m talkin about!” He smirked as he took pride in the powerful glutes he’d crafted over the years, just as impressive as the rest of his body.

But of course he couldn’t ignore the main course for long. That new cock of his was begging for attention and Chat was willing enough to oblige. He turned back around to face the mirror once more before ripping off his underwear and allowing his fat new dick to spring free at last. Finally he was able to get a good look at his body in its entirety. “Thank fuck I decided to drop college so I could work on my body.” He stated proudly while turning to look at himself from every possible angle

- Mental Transfer… 50% -

Chat was completely oblivious to what was happening to his mind. With every second that passed his personal reality was being warped around him. He was starting to believe that this was all normal while his former identity was slowly being pushed out of his head to be replaced by a new one. His intelligence dropped a fair margin in the process from the IQ of an intelligent young man to the level of a blissful jock. Not dumb per say but not as bright as he once was either.

Despite everything he still found himself insanely turned on by his reflection even if the reasoning for it was becoming blurrier and blurrier with every passing moment. He gripped his thick black member with a dumb grin, loving how it filled his large hand before pumping it slowly. For some reason it felt way more sensitive than usual. Generally his cock was quite active but this was something different. It almost felt like it was begging him to cum. But he had to savour it just a tad bit longer. It felt far too amazing to rush.

He managed to keep a smooth rhythm with his stroking as he continued to explore his buff body for some obscure reason. As he did, a lot of his former smarts were replaced with a bunch of gym, workout and healthy eating knowledge. All of which was necessary to maintain a huge physique like his. He was definitely gonna need it. After all how else was he gonna be an online coach if he didn’t know all the tips, tricks and secrets to getting swole as fuck!

- Mental Transfer… 80% -

As his free hand wandered around the muscular crevices of his body, it eventually found its way to his back side. At first he was simply grabbing and kneading his cheeks which he didn’t think too much of at first. Just enjoying the feeling until he tried to slip a finger towards his hole. The moment said finger grazed that tight puckered hole however, his eyes snapped open. “The fuck am I doing!?” He questioned out loud as he drew his hand away from his ass. He wasn’t sure why the hell he’d been doing that. After all he’d never been into ass stuff before. Not to mention his asshole is clamped shut anyway. No way anything was getting up there anytime soon. Instead he just tried to shake off the weird experience and focus on jerking off instead.

“Fuuuuck bro! Why am I so horny today!?” Chet moaned as his cock began spluttering pre-cum relentlessly, getting his hand wet and sticky. “I need a hookup or something. Haven’t been with a girl in weeks…” he droned off mindlessly, not even realising the problem with what he’d just said. Yet despite everything it was still his thick muscular body that was the main attraction of his sexual desire right now.

- Mental Transfer… 90% -

Chet began stroking faster as he bounced his pecs again in the mirror, his own body seeming so hypnotising for some reason. It baffled him as he’d never felt this way about himself before but he didn’t bother questioning it. How could he when he could already feel his fat bull balls starting to churn. They were getting ready to shoot while his cock grew more and more sensitive by the second. All of his senses were being overloaded as a thick haze settled over his mind. And soon enough that pleasure began to peak…

Chet couldn’t stop himself from flexing almost every muscle in his body involuntarily as his balls squeezed, sending a fat load up towards his cock until… “FUUUUUUuuuuuccckkkkk…” Chet moaned heartily as his massive dick shot rope after rope of hot thick jock nut all over the mirror like an erupting volcano. Shooting more cum than he ever had in his life while giving the reflective glass a sticky coating of delicious man milk.

- Mental Transfer… 98%… Error Error… -

The pop up screen on his phone began to flash with a warning as the meter seemed to get stuck on 98%.. The Error message continued to flash for a few seconds before the screen changed again, jumping directly to a new screen without having shown the 100% at all.

- Congratulations! You have assumed the Mental and Physical identity of “Ched Uzor”! It would seem our work here is complete! Enjoy the rest of your day. -

The strange pop up claimed proudly before disappearing without a trace. The phone returned to Ched’s Instagram, only now it seemed to be logged in as the user of the account.

Back over at the mirror Ched grabbed his head in confusion. That was one of the biggest nuts of his life so he couldn’t figure out for the life of him why he’d done it to his own reflection instead of to a hot babe like usual. But even more importantly where the hell was he? This definitely wasn’t his house and those ripped clothes on the floor certainly didn’t belong to him. He closed his eyes and racked his brain for a moment, trying to figure everything out until it finally hit him. He was on vacation to America right now and he’d hired this dude to look after his place back in the UK. The dude’s name was Nat if he remembered correctly. He took a breather as things finally started to fall into place.

And so, with his cock turning flaccid once again, Ched grabbed some tissues and started to clean up the huge mess he’d made. After all, the people he was renting this place from wouldn’t be happy if he left their mirror with a huge cumstain on it. Once that was done he’d better find himself some clothes to put on so he can enjoy the rest of his evening and take plenty of pics for his Instagram. He knew how thirsty some of his followers were and they were always eager to get another glimpse at his incredible body. Not that he could blame them.

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- 4 Months Later -

Ched had long since returned home to the UK. That Nat guy had done a good job looking after his house while he was gone, the place looked spotless! Though he could swear there was something eerily familiar about Nat that he just couldn’t place. He couldn’t really put it into words. It was almost like nagging in the back of your mind when you’ve forgotten something but can’t remember what. Regardless he thanked the smaller man before giving him the second half of his payment and sending him on his way.

Since then things had been normal for the most part. Making inspirational posts on Instagram about exercising and getting into shape as well as just having an excuse to show off a bit. Naturally he spent plenty of time in the gym as always and was hard at work coaching his online clients as a personal trainer. But there were a couple weird things he’d noticed recently…

For example he still hadn’t gotten over this weird fascination with his own body he’d developed lately. Every time he looked at his reflection he found his cock chubbing up for some reason and he had no idea why. Plus the amount of times he would end up groping his own muscles while jerking off. He’d never done that before but now he couldn’t help it. But don’t get him wrong though, Ched isn’t gay. He’s been hooking up with plenty of women as of late and had no problem getting it up when they pull their tits out for him. If anything he’d say he’s been fucking more pussy recently than usual. Getting into bed with hot chicks left and right to fuck their bimbo brains out… but that could be partially due to him compensating for another new desire.

You see along with his self infatuation, over these past few months Ched had also caught himself glancing at other men. Not just in an admiring kind of way either. Like he was properly eyeing them up. His gaze was constantly being drawn to their asses and bulges. It was madness! He’d never been into dudes before so why were these feelings suddenly surfacing now!?

Recently there’d been this new guy at the gym that’d he’d been speaking to. Brandon was his name. Massive dude, about the same size as Ched himself. And just like with many other guys, Ched hadn’t been able to stop himself from checking out Brandon’s huge body. Only difference being that he could swear he caught Brandon checking him out as well…

Surely he couldn’t be gay because he did genuinely love women as well. So maybe he was Bi? If that was the case, how he managed to go all these years and not realise until now was beyond him. Well perhaps if this Brandon dude really was interested he could give it a go and ask him out or hook up maybe?… see what happens?

Little did Ched know that this was actually due to the error during his Mental Transfer. It seemed a tiny percentage of Nat remained inside him and vice versa for the new Nat as well. It was that tiny part of himself that was obsessed with his body and the part that still had an interest in men. But of course he’d never know that because as far he knows, Nat is just the guy that looked after his house for a couple weeks. He of course was the hunky Instagram model and online coach Ched Uzor! Only now he was a little gayer than before. And you know what? He was okay with that.

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Contract of the Flesh

Jonathan Bell used to be the proud owner of a small artisan bakery tucked into a quiet street corner of Vancouver. With warm wood interiors, rustic loaves, and a dream that rose like his sourdough starters, he thought he had finally carved out his own space in the world. But dreams, like pastries, can collapse if the heat is too high and the timing too wrong.

The pandemic had gutted foot traffic. Costs rose. Rent doubled. Desperate to keep the doors open, Jonathan took out loans from sources he didn’t understand, hidden behind sleek business cards and fake smiles. Men who never wrote their names down, who only gave numbers and took them back later with sharp interest. Jonathan couldn’t accept to lose his dream. Not after all he had done to make it a reality. He just needed more time to jump back on track. But every day, less and less customer came and soon he was the only one in there.

After 4 more month of struggle and financial deficit, the bakery closed permanently. Jonathan lost everything; his business, his dream, his confidence. But the debts remained. And they were due. After another terrible mental day of giving his resume to every possible company he could think of, he finally was on his way back home. His shoulders were low and his back broken by the weight of the responsibilities and his anxiety. As he walked in front of what was once his bakery, he saw that the place was now empty of life and hope. Everything had been taken down except the sign on the front with “Bakery” written in gold. Jonathan sighed and his shoulders fell back a bit lower as he resumed his path. “Excuse me sir! Do you know what happened to this place? I heard it was a really bakery but I see it’s closed.” He heard from behind him as he turned back to see who was talking. Jonathan stood there, not answering for a couple of second before realizing the young couple was talking to him. “Oh Hello. Sorry I was lost in my thoughts. Well yes, I know. This bakery was mine but I had to close a couple of weeks ago. The pandemic and the big Supermarket grabbed my last clients and I couldn’t face it anymore. Sorry but you are coming a bit too late!” he finished trying to change the mood of the conversation with a faint smile as he turned his way back to resume his path. “In fact, I think we are coming right at the perfect timing!” said the couple as they jumped on Jonathan’s back, taking him out as he fainted on the spot.

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Jonathan woke in a place he didn’t recognize.

The room was dark, lit only by the low glow of strange machines and an overhead bulb that cast him in stark, dramatic light. He was strapped tightly to a cold, metallic chair with his arms and legs restrained. His breath came fast, fogging the air in front of him. Every muscle in his body ached, and terror sat like a stone in his chest.

In front of him, lounging on a velvet couch that looked out of place in such an industrial space, sat a man in a mahogany coat and a white shirt. He was tall, lean, and somehow too composed. His eyes, a pale steel-gray, didn’t blink. Two more men stood flanking the couch.

Jonathan swallowed hard. “Please,” he said, voice dry. “Where am I?”

The man on the couch tilted his head slowly, like a wolf considering its prey.

“You borrowed,” he said quietly. “You signed. Now you repay.” Jonathan’s eyes opened big as he understood who this person lurching in the shadows was.

“Mister Alaric. I; if I could just explain,” Jonathan stammered, his voice cracking as he shifted against the bindings. “The bakery failed. I’m looking for a job so I can repay you. I will pay, I just need some more time. I didn’t know what I was getting into. I didn’t know you…”

“You knew enough to take the money.”

There was no anger in the man’s voice. That terrified Jonathan more than shouting ever could. This wasn’t a negotiation. It was a statement.

In a smooth and soft movement, the men got up and for the first time, Jonathan could see his face. He took a step on the left and went to the desk on the left corner of the room where he grabbed and opened a wooden box Jonathan watched, trembling in fear and anticipation as he thought it was the end. But when the men turned back, he was holding a pair of glasses between his rugged fingers. It looked like a pair of futuristic-looking glasses, with slim lenses and a pulsing blue edge shining in the internal side of the glasses. He slipped them onto his face and smile before taking a pause in his path.

Invisible to Jonathan’s eyes, the glasses lit on with a pressure of the men’s fingers on the branches and a panel of light flared into the air around him. His hand moved slowly through the space around him, moving left and right, up and down, like if he was adjusting parameters on invisible sliders.

Jonathan blinked. “What are you doing? What is it?”

No answer.

The man turned his head slightly toward the empty chair beside Jonathan. With a smooth, practiced gesture, he swiped something in the air and reality started to ripple and adjust. The chair began to shimmer, its form flickering like a broken screen. The edges warped, twisted, and melted. Within seconds, the chair had become a tall bottle of whiskey sitting on a small wooden table.

Jonathan stared, frozen in surprise and incomprehension. “How is it possible? What happened?!” he screamed as tears of sweat started to pour from his forehead.

The man stood, plucked the bottle from the air like it had always been there, and poured himself a glass. He sat back down and sipped, still watching Jonathan.

No explanation. No warning.

“How is that possible? What happened to the chair? What was that?” Jonathan continued, still surprised and terrified about what happened next to him. In front of his eyes, the reality adjusted and the chair had disappeared. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t.

“So, as I was saying, Jonathan. You owe me money.” The men said in a calm voice taking a sip of whisky.

Jonathan’s breathing was shallow, his eyes darting wildly around the room, trying to find logic to what just happened, a way out, something, anything. But it was the man in the glasses who moved instead; slow, measured, confident.

He took another sip of whisky before putting it on the table on his right, stood from the couch and walked closer to Jonathan’s bound, trembling form. The soft click of his shoes echoed in the strange, sterile space. Jonathan felt his skin crawl.

The man crouched to his level. Their eyes met. Jonathan’s lips quivered.

“I don’t understand; please. Let me go” he whispered, a single tear escaping the corner of his eye.

The man reached forward with one hand and gently wiped the tear away with the tip of his index finger.

“You will.” Mister Alaric said simply before walking a few steps back to face him. He then snapped his fingers and the two men standing behind the couch started to walk to Jonathan. Still bonded to the chair with duct tape, Jonathan couldn’t do anything except seeing the two men walking in his direction. “Please no! Stop! I’m sorry. Don’t…” Jonathan couldn’t finish his sentence as one of the men grabbed a pair of scissors and started to cut open Jonathan’s shirt in the middle of the chest. The other one did the same with the pair of jeans he was wearing. Then the same happened with Jonathan’s underwear. After a couple of minutes, Jonathan stood there, naked but still attached to the chair. His clothes shredded on his body and on the ground beneath his feet.  “Thank you. You can go now.” Said Mister Alaric nodding to his bodyguards as they exited the room. Leaving it only between him and Jonathan’s naked body. “Now, I think we should start, shall we?” Mister Alaric said as for the first time, Jonathan could see a fainted smile creep on the corner of his lips. Jonathan watched, heart hammering in his chest, as the man lifted his hand again and began to move his fingers through the air. To Jonathan, it looked like he was miming gestures in an invisible box. He couldn't see the panels, the floating fields of data, sliders, toggles, each one labeled with anatomical terms and arcane modifiers.

The man’s eyes glowed behind the lenses as he stared at Jonathan. Every motion he made adjusted the reality until the simulation he was working with finally satisfied his envies. “Perfect” Mister Alaric said in a calm emotionless voice as his fingers double clicked on an invisible checkbox. “Please, I promise I will pay you ba… aaAAhhHHH” Jonathan screamed as an alien sensation invaded his whole body. It felt like his core was imploding, his cells exploding and imploding at the same time before merging back together. His vision blurred before coming back to normal again and again with every beat of his heart.

Jonathan shrieked as his spine pulled upward, vertebrae grinding, bones stretching with loud, grotesque cracks that echoed in the sterile space. His torso extended, his ribs expanding as though being pried apart from within. His legs stretched next, sinew tearing and reforming, knees seizing in jagged spasms as he grew taller, going from 174 cm to a towering 192.

"What happened! Make it stop please it hu-uurts!" Jonathan cried, his voice shaking as he didn’t realize yet his line of sight was a bit higher than before.

Mister Alaric paused, head tilted slightly, watching him with mild interest. With a calm flick, he adjusted a nearby slider and gave another quiet nod. “NO PLEASE DON… HAAAAAA” Jonathan screamed once again as Mister Alaric double clicked on the checkbox.

His feet began to warp. The bones inside cracked one after another like knuckles being popped in rapid succession. His arches reshaped, pulling higher, the balls of his feet swelling. Each toe lengthened, joints snapping, toenails thickening. The skin toughened, calloused as if he'd spent a decade barefoot on hot concrete. He felt the pressure in every nerve, his foot size expanding painfully from a modest 39 to an immense 45.

"My feet! Oh God! Why do they feel like they're on fire?! I can’t do this! Please!!"

Mister Alaric leaned in, studying the swelling bones, then lazily flicked a control. Jonathan felt a sharp, instant pull at the soles, more height, more pressure. The man murmured, “Needs more grounding.” As Jonathan’s feet grew now to a 47 size. “What are you talking about?! Please stop! I won’t talk to anyone. I will pay you back. No don’t do that. Plea.. AHHHHHHH” Jonathan screamed as the men in front of him double click on a new box.

Jonathan’s muscles seized, clenched involuntarily as though flexing against his will again and again. Every fiber throbbed, his arms bulging outward, veins crawling along his skin like vines under pressure. His chest ballooned into a hard, defined shelf. His pecs grew hot, flesh rippling as if molten. His biceps throbbed and swelled until his skin felt like it might split. He could feel his abs stitching into place, one ridge at a time, along his now longer torso. His thighs widened with dense, ropelike muscle. Even his neck thickened, vertebrae reshaping to accommodate the raw mass being layered upon him. Jonathan was out of breath. Tears of sweat were rolling down his exposed body as his new muscles kept on spasming again and again without him being to control them.

He gasped; voice ragged. “Why are you doing this to me?! What are you doing?!”

“Why not,” the man replied distantly. “Just better.” This answer felt like someone just poured a bucket of frozen water over his head. The men didn’t even look at him when he said that as he double clocked a new box. Jonathan couldn’t evens creamed as he felt empty, for the first time he realized that nothing he would say or do would stop mister Alaric’s project.

Jonathan felt like millions of needles were piercing through his skin. He tilted his head to his newly sculpted pecs only to see a dusting of hair starting to pierce through his epidermic layer. It felt like he was getting tattooed all over his body as he realized the sensation were now invading every centimeter of his skin in more or less intensity. It began at his chest, a subtle prickling that deepened into a raw, burning sensation. Follicles erupted in dark bursts as hair spread across his pectorals. It poured down his stomach in a defined trail, wound tightly around exposed dick into a forest of dark thick curly pubes. It then burnt under his arms, filling his armpits with thick tufts, after what it coated his calves and thighs in dense, masculine swaths. A warm, heavy scent rose from his skin: musk, rich and humid and cloyingly strong.

Mister Alaric paused, evaluating. Then he waved his hand, and some of the chest hair receded slightly, leaving his pectorals more defined while his armpits flared darker and thicker.

“More balanced,” he muttered, almost to himself.

 “Please; stop!” Jonathan sobbed.

Sliders shifted again under Alaric’s touch as he saw behind the blue tinted glasses Jonathan’s body start to spasm in discomfort one more time.

Jonathan’s body flushed a deep red. He shivered violently as every nerve in his body became hyperaware; the tickle of a breeze, the tug of his restraints, the heat radiating from his skin. His lower abdomen buzzed with heat, building into a sharp, unbearable ache. His breathing quickened into gasps.

“Oh god please not there! Don’t… I'm begging you! I don’t want this!”

The pressure in his groin surged. His cock pulsed once, then again, as if the very cells were reconfiguring. It stretched and expanded, the shaft thickening, nerves screaming as new pathways were forged. His testicles followed, swelling, skin tightening around them as they hung lower and fuller. He sobbed from the sensation, part pain, part humiliation, all terror. What once had been 12 cm now stood at an unnatural, heavy 20 cm when erect, his testicles swelling to match. It felt like being inflated from the inside out.

Jonathan screamed, “It’s too much! It hurts! Please… please stop!”

The man stepped in, eyeing the change critically. “Eight more centimeters. Generous. Marketable.” Then, with a flick, he added just a touch more as it grew to 22 cm with thick veins along the length. “I think it would be better if…” he continued as he moved a slider to the left. Jonathan screamed in pain as he saw his foreskin start to recede further and further until all that was left was a scar around his cock head, looking like he got circumcised at birth.

His voice broke, trembling with horror. “Please, just let me go! Please!”

His Adam's apple jerked and reformed, his vocal cords snapping, twisting. A deep vibration followed, his voice warping, dropping into a smoother, darker register that didn’t sound like him at all.

“Wh… what did you do to my voice?!” he cried, the new depth rattling in his chest.

The man simply replied, “You’ll get used to it.” As he double clicks one last box.

Jonathan’s face began to contort. His cheekbones lifted, sharpened, his jaw widened and squared off. He could feel the bones grinding, the cartilage in his nose shifting into a more prominent, assertive shape. His lips tingled and swelled slightly, while his brow reshaped. Vision blurred as his eyes altered subtly, the world snapping into too-sharp clarity.

Jonathan felt like a stranger in his own skin.

“What have you done” he sobbed. “What have you done to me?! I don’t want this. I don’t want th…is! Please! Undo this! I will pay!!”

Mister Alaric simply watched, expression neutral, fingers still hovering mid-air. Jonathan was panting, trembling, his new body glistening with sweat.

Tears streamed down his cheeks. “Please I beg you! I will pay you back. Just undo this and turn me back. I’ve learned the lesson. I will pay!”

Mister Alaric didn’t say a word. He simply stepped back, arms folded, as Jonathan’s screams and cries filled the office.

After a couple of minutes admiring his artwork, mister Alaric finally let a fainted smile creep on the left side of his lips as he unfolded his arms. “You’ll be perfect. Just need a couple of more adjustments!”

Jonathan's chest rose and fell in rapid succession, sweat beading along the ridges of his transformed musculature. He was barely able to catch his breath before the renter resumed his work, fingers again lifting into the air, moving through invisible fields like a puppeteer fine-tuning his marionette.

Jonathan flinched as a new wave of sensations surged across his body; but this time it wasn’t feeling like what he just went through. It was like something was moving all around his new hyper sensitive skin. He tilted his head left when he felt the sleeve his shirt starting to glitch around his skin. It was sending jolts of electricity directly in his muscles as the tissue was changing its form.

Clothes rippled unnaturally against his skin. His tattered shirt kept glitching and shimmering as though responding to a silent command, then began to unravel at the seams, the fabric tightening and drawing itself inward with an eerie precision. Fibers twisted and darkened, binding themselves like serpents around Jonathan’s chest. He gasped, feeling each loop constrict into place as black leather reformed into a harness. It wrapped beneath his pecs, accentuating their form, and slithered down his abdomen. The strap coiled at his groin, where it snapped into a steel ring with a sudden metallic clink. A jolt ran through him, half pain, half shame, as he moaned involuntarily, horrified by the unwanted mixture of sensations. It felt like the base of his cock was hold tightly. Jonathan could start to feel his heart pulse in his freshly cut head as he could feel his flesh starting to harden.

His pants followed, threads of light crawling like insects along his thighs, weaving denim from thin air. It grew darker, rougher, until it formed tight, black jeans that clung to his new muscled hairy legs, worn at the thighs and low at the waist. The fly refused stood open, just enough to feel exposed as the birth of his cock could be seen pulsing and begging to be freed as he thick but trimmed pubes were visible for anybody who wanted to look. A pulse of heat wrapped around his ankles as black Converse shoes materialized, fitting snugly without socks around his 47 size feet.

Jonathan looked down, body trembling, face burning with disbelief and fury. "What… what is this? What are those clothes? Get this off of me!"

Mister Alaric didn’t answer, only paused for a moment, observing. He tilted his head slightly, as if reconsidering. “You are right. This doesn’t fit. Not yet!”

A brief gesture, and Jonathan's chest prickled. Ink rose beneath the skin of his pecs in looping, ornate symbols. Then it spread, dark vines coiling into tattoos that flowed down both arms in full sleeves, ending in sharp patterns at his wrists and climbing his neck to his chin. Another gesture and a metallic ring pinched at his nose and ears, where a subtle silver ring and earrings appeared. In a last move, a black metallic necklace lodged itself around Jonathan’s neck and fell right between his tattooed pecs.

Jonathan gritted his teeth, voice trembling in a deep baritone tone. “Please... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this. I can fix it; I’ll pay back every cent. Just give me time. Like a week or two.”

Mister Alaric finally spoke. His voice was calm, clinical. “Time is valuable. You traded yours when you defaulted. This is simply… a way to make sure you payback. But don’t worry. You will pay me back. If my calculus is correct, and they always are! You owe me a bit around 896 000 dollars. Let’s make it 1 million for the inconvenience. You couldn’t find a job to pay me back, so here is what we’ll do. You are going to work for me, Jonathan. Which should be covered in around 87 years working for me. I know… it’s a long period of time. But I’m not known for well-paying my employees…”

“What? No, that can’t be… What are you talking about?!” Jonathan pleaded in shock and terror as he tried to understand what mister Alaric just said. “87 years? What are you talking about?!”

But already, Alaric turned the glasses back on and his hands moved left and right again before double clicking on new boxes.

The air around Jonathan thickened, warm and syrupy, curling into his skull like invisible fog. A thousand phantom needles pressed at his temples, and behind his eyes, pressure built until it felt like something was trying to burst through. He gritted his teeth, or tried to, but the pain came in rolling waves. Thoughts, memories, logic… they all slipped like soap in a hot shower.

“No…no, I’m Jonathan! I’m…!”

The words tangled in his throat. His tongue suddenly forgot the order of sounds. He moaned out broken syllables, strings of nonsense, his own name warping into unfamiliar vowels. For a moment, he didn’t even remember how to speak.

Mister Alaric moved his fingers subtly in the air, each gesture like a conductor’s baton rewriting Jonathan’s mind. “Reducing language retention. Limiting complex memory recall. Upgrading primal directives. Downscaling IQ... incrementally.”

Jonathan’s eyes went wide with horror as he felt something inside him snap, not a bone, but a rule, a boundary. Then another. Concepts he’d always understood crumbled into vague feelings. Algebra. Literature. His grandmother’s favorite recipe. All of it faded to a white noise.

His internal voice screamed, but it echoed through a shrinking corridor. He couldn’t focus. The pain in his head wasn’t a sharp stab, it was a dull, endless jackhammer, pounding away at his identity. The fog didn’t stop rolling in. It thickened.

Out of the pain, he began to feel… good. Sort of. Or at least, his body did. It twitched with strange pleasure as the pain twisted into heat, and his posture straightened without his input. A grin tugged at his lips, foreign and smug. He hated it.

“Wha… what happened?” he tried to say. But it came out as: “Whoz... me, bruh?”

More moans. More warped vowels. Then, speech came back, but not his speech. It was brash. Lazy. Confident in a way Jonathan never was.

“Man, this place’s hot as hell... anyone wanna get wrecked?” he muttered with a sudden drawl, voice deeper, heavier, touched by something feral.

Inside, Jonathan wailed. He felt every word, every strange flex of his mouth, and knew it wasn’t him. It was someone new, something new, layered over him like a mask welded to bone.

Mister Alaric smiled, continuing his adjustments, seemingly unaffected. “Sexual drive boosted. Hormonal aggression elevated. Personality reinforced with dominant behavioral schema. Low inhibition. Constant desire trigger: gay sex only. Additional language implants: bartending knowledge and service culture.”

A rush of knowledge poured in Jonathan’s brain, sharp and unearned. His fingers curled as if recalling actions from a hundred rehearsals. He knew drinks now, how to make them, serve them, flair-spin a shaker in one hand while flirting through a wink.

Deep inside the shell that his body got turned into, Jonathan, still fully aware, begged for someone to help him. But mister Alaric wasn't done. He raised his hand one last time, and a golden lock appeared above Jonathan’s digital double in Alaric’s lenses. He took a look at the men sitting in front of him. His sweaty tattooed body, his tight harness, his huge feet enclosed in used converses, his thick veiny cock pulsing against his hairy thigh under his used pair of jeans. For the first time, mister Alaric smiled fully as he double clicks on the digital golden lock, saving the changes on Jonathan’s body and behavior before clicking on the name above the double and renaming it: Jax. Jonathan felt like all the oxygen in his lungs left his body while drowning in a sea of new sensations. He tried to scream again, to ask for help. But no matter how hard he tried; no sound came out of his mouth. He was trapped inside his own modified body and couldn’t do anything about it.

Mister Alaric gave a satisfied hum as he got closer to his creation. “There. Lock engaged. You’ll still be aware, of course. What would be the point of paying me back if you don’t even remember what you did wrong in the first place! Don’t worry. You won’t die working for me. I’ll just have to modify you a couple of times to make sure you stay attractive to my clients.”

Jonathan’s scream never reached his lips. It only echoed inside the void of his locked consciousness. He begged, pleaded, cursed. But the moment the renter pulled the glasses from his nose and tucked them into his coat, Jonathan’s voice was gone from his ears.

All that stood before him now was the new persona: Jax. Grinning. Cocky. Ready.

Mister Alaric stepped back and sat back on his velvet couch as he called for his two bodyguards to come back in the room. “Cut his bonds. Jax here has a long shift to start with.”

Jax flexed his arms unconsciously as the take got cut, his tattoos rippling across his skin like brands of identity. His mouth hung open with a lazy grin, tongue rolling slightly as he adjusted the harness. “So, boss... you want me to shake or stir tonight?” he said with a wink, his voice thick with flirt and swagger.

Jonathan could only scream in shame and pleasure as Jax grabbed his dick through his jeans and let a torrent of precum soak the front pouch.

Three Months Later

“Profits are up twenty-seven percent,” said one of mister Alaric associates, a wiry man in a crimson vest. He leaned against the bar, watching Jax spin a bottle behind his back, still wearing the same outfit he was programmed with. “Client satisfaction’s off the charts. He’s our top performer by far. At this rate, he’ll have his debt cleared in about 24 years, assuming everything keeps running smoothly and he keeps on being tipped so good.”

Mister Alaric chuckled, sipping his favorite brand of whisky from the private lounge above. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And look at him. We sign a contract for a period of time. I don’t want him to struggle in the streets again…”

Below both of them, Jax laughed, flexing his arms for a pair of eager tourists. The tattoos on his pecs glowed faintly in the shifting lights.

“Gotta stay pumped for the next round,” he said aloud to no one in particular, grinning. “Can’t let Daddy down, right?”

A customer near the end of the bar raised their hand and called out, “Hey Jax! Pour me an Easter Jack!”

Jax turned, licking his lips with a hungry smile. “You got it, stud. Hope you're ready to find out what’s in the basket after my shift.” He said grabbing his thick dick through his jeans. “There you go Daddy, you’ll be happy to know I put some extra homemade proteins in this one!”

Inside, Jonathan was still trapped and disgusted by his new reality, counting the days and trying not to go mad. He was getting whored out every night multiple times per shift to earn his tips. Only 86 more years to go. He can do it. He had to.

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Hey guys!

I've got a new story for you, inspired by a great conversation I had a little while ago with my friend @tf-vigilante.

Hope you enjoy it!

As always, feel free to drop me a message or DM if you’ve got any ideas. I love chatting with you all.

See you soon!

[tfboyzblog]

Mikey couldn’t believe it was working. That old spell book in his grandfather’s chest was for real. Holding Saul’s hand, he could feel a strange energy fill his body. 

“Holy shit lil’ dude” the older boy exclaimed. “Look at you!”  

Mike glanced to the side where he had his mirror and look at his reflection in shock. He was rapidly growing, almost reaching Saul’s height as a senior. His shirt felt increasingly constrictive as his arms bulged, chest muscles began to push the fabric, back widened. Take off the glasses and ditch the button-up and he could pass as part of the swimming team, or maybe the soccer team... 

“Wow...” was all he could muster in his new, slightly huskier voice. 

“Bro...” Saul nudged him, but the boy was too enraptured in his marvelous growth to notice the older boy begin to dwindle in height and lose much of his size. 

“Bro! I think you’re good for now! Let go!” Saul called louder this time, using his free arm to pull off Mikey’s hand from his own. 

“Oh!” Mikey exclaimed as he came to himself. “I’m sorry! I was so...” he began to mutter as his eyes went back to the mirror and his improved form “-amazed...” he concluded as he tried to move around in his too-small clothes. 

“Yeah... I noticed...” Saul commented in an annoyed tone as he lifted his arms to see how baggy his shirt was now. He silently appreciated the belt holding up his shorts. “Anymore and I’d come out of this looking like a middle schooler... “ 

Mikey looked at his friend, noticing how they practically saw eye to eye now, but the bulk and size the eighteen-year-old had before were gone. He’d still pass for a senior, maybe a junior, but a more average looking one now.  

He smirked. “Nah! You’re still a big boy.” He playfully patted him on the shoulder. “Besides, you’d probably be a cute middle schooler anyway.” He commented. 

“Don’t get any ideas, Mikey!” He pointed at Mike. “Don’t make me regret this!” 

Mikey nodded. “Don’t worry! I promise I won’t.” He hugged his friend, feeling the new power in his arms. If he wanted, he thought, he could hold Saul like that with minimal effort. It felt good. During his strong hug he could swear he felt a poke against his leg, but as he let go, he could see nothing out of the ordinary, aside from what could be a slight blush on Saul’s heavy tanned skin. 

“Thank you! I mean it!” Mikey said. “I just need to stop being kicked around by Hank and his imbecile posse. And now,” he attempted to flex a bicep, but stopping as soon as he started hearing a tear in the fabric “I can! And all thanks to you.” 

“Yeah yeah! I know I’m awesome!” Saul waved. “Just give me back my...” he looked up and down to the burgeoning athlete in dork clothes “you know, everything, next week. That should be enough...”  

“Don’t worry.” Mike said with a wink. “I’ll put your... everything to good use!” 

-- 

Saul left soon after and Mikey thanked the heavens. He couldn’t stand in these terribly tight clothes anymore! His shirt, his socks, but more urgent yet, his underwear. 

Taking off his button shirt with effort, Mikey was in awe of his new sculpted pecs protruding from his chest, he caressed them and followed down to an immaculate row of abs connecting to his waist. He pulled off the trousers, that now looked like they were close to tearing at the seams. His legs were wide and powerful. His feet looked bigger, even. And gazing up he stopped at his poor white briefs, pushing and compressing an impressive bulge. 

“Wow...” He moaned. “I guess I got some of Saul’s ‘other’ size too...” He thought as he pulled down the last piece of constrictive clothes. A long, girthy semi erect dick whipped out of the small nerdy briefs. “I must be, like... 7 inches now!” Mikey said, grabbing his newly improved fuckstick. It felt heavy in his hand, being accustomed to his 4 incher. “Poor Saul.” He thought, making a note to return him his size as soon as he could. 

“But for now...” He smirked and flexed his huge biceps. His dick twitched at the sight. “I want to enjoy the ride.” 

-- 

Saul was getting restless. The week was almost over and not a word for his neighbor. Mikey was always a good kid, and he was tired of hearing how he was constantly getting bullied by some idiot jocks... 

He looked at his mirror. He missed his muscles and the size he used to carry, but he couldn’t help thinking how he kinda looked cuter with a bit less meat in his bones, more of an average but still charming high school boy. He felt a tingle in his lower area, making him rethink all of that. If he knew Mikey’s weird spell would also drain away his size down there, he’d probably reconsider being a donor. Even in his boxers, there was hardly any bump in the front. His healthy looking 6 incher, now closer to 4, at most... 

Suddenly there was a strong knock at the door. 

Mikey! It had to be him! 

Saul flew down the stairs, only in a baggy t-shirt and boxers. He wasn’t prepared for who was waiting on the other side of the door. 

A hulking muscular beast walked in. “Hey there little dude.” He said in a deep voice as he looked down at Saul. “Did you get smaller since I last see you?” 

“Mikey?” Saul asked incredulous. This muscle god was at least 7 feet tall by now, his massive chest barely covered by a tank top, strong thick arms stretched behind his head exposing a pair of sweaty and moderately hairy pits. The monster smirked at Saul, and it was clear it was his friend’s face. More masculine, more defined, perfect skin instead of the normal zits, a killer smile... 

“I go by Mike now. Mikey was giving people the impression I was some tiny nerd or something.” He brings one of his arms down and casually adjusts his crotch. “And there’s nothing tiny here, right?” He laughs.  

Saul could see the outline of the massive snake in his underwear, easily spotted in all its thick glory even through the sweatpants Mike was wearing. 

“What...what happened? You were like...not half as big last week.” Saul asked the giant teen boy. 

“Well, it was all thanks to you, buddy!” He said as he walked towards Saul and grabbed him in a strong hug. Saul’s head resting against the boy’s giant pec. He suddenly felt inundated by the smell coming from his arms. Saul’s head started swimming and a tingle made his dick twitch. 

“You should’ve seen Hank’s face!” Mike laughed and let go of Saul, walking towards the living room and sitting in the sofa, legs wide apart. “When he saw I was as tall as him and was like, as jacked as him, I think he shat his pants. For the first day in my high school life, they left me alone. I couldn’t believe it was that easy!” 

“That’s great! But then-” Saul tried to speak. 

“I wasn’t done speaking, bro.” Mike interrupted, in a calm, but authoritative way. His voice caused a tingle to spread down Saul’s spine and into his lower area. 

“Well, you won’t believe what those pussies tried next!” He continued, now in a friendlier tone. Saul, however, couldn’t shake off the force the boy exuded and the respect he commanded with a simple sentence. He stood in front of the huge teen as he stretched on the couch.  

“They waited for me outside the school the next day. Waited for me to be alone and then Hank grabbed me and dragged me to old warehouse. I guess he thought he couldn’t put me in my place alone now, so he wanted to gang up on me where no one could see. Can you imagine though? How could those losers ever think my place was beneath them?” He laughed at the notion. 

“And wasn’t he surprised when he noticed my shoulders were too wide for him to grab me like that. And weren’t his friends shocked when he let go of me and was just a skinny brat. You should’ve seen his face. Wait. You can actually see it. I took pictures.” Mike said, picking his phone from his pocket. Turning the screen to Saul, the awe-struck boy could see a kid looking no older than 12, swimming in his oversized clothes, looking up in shock. 

“Glad I remembered grandad’s spell, eh?” He winked at Saul, who nodded, not wanting to interrupt his friend again. 

“Well, after the brat was taken care of, his friends were easy pickings, to be honest. With every bit of muscle I took, I took ability, masculinity, everything that made them jocks. They had nowhere to run, and I took it all.” He laughed. 

“So, what do you think lil’ bro?” Mike smirked at Saul as he flexed his gigantic biceps. 

Saul dry swallowed. What did he think. Right in front of him was the biggest 15-year-old in the world, most likely. He exuded power and masculinity. He fumbled for words. He felt butterflies in his stomach and the tingling in his dick was stronger than ever. Not just his dick, either. He felt a yearning, inside... 

“Mike-” he almost used his old nickname. “That’s insane. You’re like, bodybuilder huge!”  

“I know, right? Pretty sick!” He guffawed. “Didn’t feel the need to drain them as much as Hanky boy, but they’re pretty much nobodies now. Horny submissive nobodies, actually.” Saul was shook. “They can’t seem to quit my dick, now.” 

“But then again.” Mike grabbed a handful of cock “I got about four jocks worth of testosterone and musk so...” He looked suggestively at Saul “who would be able to...” 

Saul tried to repress the growing feeling inside him. “But your folks? I live right next door and saw nothing different. No one was surprised about this much growth?” He tried to change the subject. 

“Oh that!” Mike waved. “Another one of grandad’s spells. Basically, it normalized things. If you’re outside the spell, that’s how things always were. Kids at school all think that this is how I always looked. Well except for Hanky boy and the bottom bunch. Even if they wanted to tell someone what happened no one would believe them. I think they like knowing their muscles made me this huge, and if they don’t, they should. But yeah, since you were outside that spell it probably, sorta normalized things for you too...”   

Saul just nodded. It made sense. Even though his head was spinning from all this information and the increasing muskiness in the room. 

“So yeah. It’s all thanks to you, lil’ buddy!” Mike reached in front and grabbed Saul until the smaller 18-year-old was straddling his huge quad. Mike’s strong arms surrounded the boy and hugged him tightly. Saul couldn’t help himself but sitting on his friend's leg and putting his hands on his muscular body. 

“I came over to honor my end of the deal. Give you back your muscle. Your height. A few inches down there...” he chuckled. “Unless you don’t want me to.” 

Saul looked shockingly into his friend’s eyes, still holding to his pecs and shoulders. How could he think that was the case. For an entire week he’s been forced to live without his hard-earned physique. It’s not like it’s that bad, and he had to admit he fit real comfortably on Mike’s lap like that, but still... 

“Unless you want me to keep them. Keep looking like this.” He spoke softly, in a voice that twisted his thoughts. 

 “I think that’s what you want.” He chuckled softly; poking Saul’s modest but raging boner. A large wet spot already had formed on the front of his boxers. “And if that’s the case, I’m sure I can pay you back some other way.” Mike’s big meaty hand slid down Saul’s slender back until it found his supple ass. Saul yelped as the hand caressed his backside. “I’ll make sure to give it all to you. Again, and again...” He whispered at his ear. 

“But you have to be the one to say so.” He continued. “So, what will it be?”  

Saul still looked at his friend’s eyes, his hands wandered freely on Mike’s massive chest. He couldn’t think straight, and the yearning inside grew and grew until he finally admitted to himself what it really was.  

He wanted this muscle god inside him. He knew he’d gladly give all his muscle, all his masculinity, just to be owned by this perfect specimen. No matter how many others there were; to know he was Mike’s. To be used as he saw fit. Saul could only hope he was able to give more to this example of athletic perfection. More of his height, so he’d be smaller, and Mike could manhandle him with even more ease, more of his dick and balls, now useless for Mike’s intended purpose, so he could add more to the python and orange sized balls his former nerd friend now had. 

And as he imagined that and he became even more hungry for cock, Saul felt himself sink deeper, fit even more snugly in Mike’s embrace. He could feel the teenage titan stretch a bit more; his spine extend a couple more inches; his frame swell with some more pounds of muscle...  

Saul looked up at Mike and approached his mouth to his, still afraid to make any noise, and meekly nodded. After all, the choice was obvious. 

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Well this has been my first "longer" story and the first experiment in making stories without a picture for inspiration and instead drawing random themes from a choice wheel. This time the themes were Muscle Theft and Corruption ;)

The AI picture is just meant as a placeholder for now, as I haven't found a appropriate picture for it ( and I know you pervs prefer TF stories with pictures). I invite people to submit pictures to accompany this story. And finally, if you have suggestions of other places I could post my longer stories from now on, please let me know!!

[keozrb]

The Witch's Transformation (part 1)

Happy Friday the 13th

Alex, an out-of-shape nerd, receives an unexpected invitation to a party that leads him to the lair of an evil witch. After pleading for mercy, he undergoes a shocking transformation that turns him into a muscular and handsome giant, ready to serve her every whim. With his new physique and confidence, Alex embraces his role.

Alex was often alone in the small town he lived in, spending most of his time studying and playing video games.

Despite his usual routine, Alex was excited when he received an invitation to a party. He was eager to socialize and make friends.

Upon reaching the address, Alex found himself standing in front of an old, creepy house. He was confused but decided to check inside.

Inside, he was met with an old woman, who was the only person in the house. To his surprise, the woman was a witch and she was not happy with his intrusion. Ripping his clothes off.

Alex begged for his life. The witch, however, had an idea. She decided to transform Alex, as a punishment and also to serve her needs.

The witch cast a spell and Alex's body started to grow. His muscles bulged, and he grew taller. He had transformed into a huge, muscular man.

Alex was surprised but also happy with his new size. He felt powerful and was sill growing strong to serve the witch.

The witch handed Alex a tight Speedo to wear, his new uniform. It showed off his new physique well. He was now the witch's servant.

The witch used her magic to make herself young and beautiful. She was now a stunning woman that would have her way with Alex.

Alex was happy to serve. He lived with the witch, serving her and living a life he never thought he would.

[alphajocklover]

With school ending for the year I really need to relax this summer. Is there a way I could become one of those hot beach bros that just lifts, surfs, fucks and shows off all day without a care in the world? Like a dumb muscled up surfer dude or something. 💪💪🍆

A way to become a surfing beach bro? I’ll admit I haven’t done as much research into surfer transformations as I have into jock transformations. They’ve become a bit of an embarrassing obsession for me… but that doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about surfer transformations. I know a way to turn you from the geek you’ve always been into someone who can really enjoy this summer.

I’d like to introduce you to Baxter Beach. In an earlier story I introduced you to a town called Maxford, where those who enter city limits turn into straight, conservative, sexy jocks and bimbos. I can’t speak for how the town's curse works, but I do know that it’s not the only place to have that sort of power. While it is one of the largest transformation areas, it’s far from the only one. In this case I speak of a small, east coast beach that transforms anyone who steps on the sand into a sexy surfer. It only lasts as long as you stay on the beach, but there’s a small beach house that you could rent for the summer. You could spend the whole summer on Baxter Beach, having fun as a surfer bro and sleeping with another sexy bro or babe every night. Of course when summer is up you’ll have to go back to your old life. Unless you happen to go over to a small surf shop nearby. It’s known as the Machismo Surf Shop. They’re a small shop that can be found on Baxter Beach and sell a variety of beach related products, their most popular item being their surfboards. Buy an item from the shop, say a surfboard or a wetsuit or even just a little keychain, and you’ll stay your new beach stud self for as long as you own it.

I’m sure you’ll love your new self. Maybe you could even buy a few souvenirs for your friends back home. No one likes to swim alone.

[purple-rainbow16-blog]

Jorgen's body (5/???)

I don't think Jorgen can do something about it... hehe.

[21wanderer]

Never bullied again

Body a day - #5: Revenge

Revenge… Feels good, Daniel thought to himself, zipping up the jacket that belonged to his bully Kurtis. There wasn’t much left of Kurtis once Daniel had helped himself to all his attributes. His big chest, his broad shoulders, his toned arms, his firm abs, his strong legs, his clear skin, his lush hair, his perfect vision, his stunning smile, his intoxicating confidence… The list goes on, Daniel had taken it all, except for the look of innocence, that was Daniel's own from the start.

He was never going to get bullied again – ever.

[possesseddesiress]

Brother's Issues

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Brother's Issues (English Version)

My older brother was infuriating. A guy with more ego than brains, but who had such an enviable body that it further reinforced his smug attitude.

The fights in my house were constant, the idiot left his clothes all over the place and hardly showered! He was always bragging about his "man smell"; and of course, being the oldest, my parents let him do whatever he wanted. He always got away with it, and I could only die of envy.

Mark was the big brother while I just made do with the scraps, I don't think I'm unattractive, but when you compare a river to the sea, clearly the sea is going to win.

He always got everyone's attention: teachers, family, even my ex-boyfriends; even if he wasn't gay, they always ended up confessing to me that what they wanted was to be near him.

And I was fed up.

I had been lost on the Internet for at least two hours in the wee hours of the morning, not seeing anything interesting until an email seemed to arrive.

"Want to be someone else? Read this email."

The first thing I did was close the message. It was ridiculous, sure it was some kind of spam mail. But the more time passed, an extra curiosity began to tingle in me, until I couldn't take it anymore. I ended up opening it and reading it.

It had a series of instructions on how to prepare a concoction with rather curious ingredients, but that would cause two people to change their bodies when they drank it.

Again I thought it was all stupidity, when I heard something crashing again and again against my wall from my brother's room, and the excited screams of a girl who was probably his fling today, like almost every night.

I had reached my limit.

The next morning, I set about gathering all the ingredients, until I finally came up with the last one: the other person's sweat, I thought it would be difficult, but I remembered that my brother left his sweaty underwear everywhere in the house. That morning, he was out, so I thought it would be easy to sneak into his room to steal some boxers.

No sooner had I entered his room than I had filled my nostrils with a pungent odor, the whole stench of my brother was quite strong. It looked like he hadn't cleaned his room in years and it just smelled like sweat and his fluids, it stank...

I was going through his dirty clothes when I heard the thunder of the wood on his door, my skin crawled, expecting a knock. But my brother wasn't standing in the frame, but his best friend: Theo.

— What are you doing here, buddy?

Theo was a nice guy, I didn't know how he was friends with my brother. His blond hair was silky, his smile was bright...

And I'd had a crush on him for as long as I could remember.

I didn't know if it was because he treated me well, because he was a good person and kind, or all together. But gosh, he sure drove me crazy.

— N-nothing. I was about to pick up Mark's laundry.

— Is he making you do his laundry again?

I swallowed hard right then and there.

— Uh, yeah, yeah.

— Let me help you.

He came over to me to lift the basket and carry it to the laundry room, my heart was beating fast.

I didn't know if it was because I was afraid Mark would come in at any moment and notice the absence of his sweaty clothes, or if it was from being with Theo.

— Well, buddy, there's the laundry. I'll wait for your brother in his room, see you.

He waved his hands, disappearing. As soon as he left, I dived into the pile of stinky clothes, trying to find the freshest thing possible. I grabbed a pair of red underpants, they felt wet and smelly, I tried not to smell them but ended up stuffing them in my face. Soon that would be my smell...

I gathered the rest of the ingredients, prepared it in a jar and when I squeezed the sweat out of it, I swear I saw how it shined.

I let it sit until the next morning. I knew my brother was going out to work out as usual, so I always prepared his protein for the gym; before he went out, I opened the glass to pour half of the liquid and run back to my room.

The rest of the time passed slowly, I didn't know whether to drink the rest of the concoction, what if something went wrong, what if I ended up doing something bad to my brother?

Thousands of questions tormented me, but I caught a glimpse of my brother's body: Tall, stocky, with his stinky armpits, his strong legs, how his arms swelled or his big pecs. All that could be mine, at last not just the puny brother, I could be the big one.

I ended up drinking all the concoction, up to the last drop; for an instant I felt nothing, until suddenly I felt a cramp accompanied by an intense pain and dizziness, I fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, feeling my whole body trembling and my vision went black.

In less than a second, I could see light again. However, something felt strange from the moment I blinked. Maybe it was the aroma I was now emanating, the place where I was now or the noise of weights and sports machinery being used.

I looked down, noticing my tanned skin, my thick pecs and muscles, yes I was strong!

I couldn't help but let out an excited laugh and dropped the weights my brother was carrying moments before, I almost looked like a schoolgirl with emotions running high.

I immediately dropped everything, walking uncertainly towards the bathrooms or the locker room. As soon as I saw my new reflection, it was like feeling an adrenaline rush, I was seeing my brother's reflection! I flexed his arms, enjoying how my arms and chest were swelling up. Gosh, yes!

I lifted my armpit, beginning to lick and sniff, enjoying the aroma. I clutched my nose against my new hairy armpit, panting loudly as if unhinged.I caressed every inch of my new skin, bristling at the slightest touch. I smiled smugly.

— Oh yes, my name is Mark.... – I murmured, taking the opportunity to touch the relief of my brother's pecs, letting out a squeal from the sensitivity – I'm the star athlete of my high school, a real casanova – I was loving every second, seeing how what I was saying, my brother was making exact copy of it – I used to like girls but now.... I don't know, bro. I think I'll only like boys.

I was drunk with power. I ended up leaving the gym after finding my brother's stuff, I didn't even change, I enjoyed feeling how the wet clothes stuck against my skin, the stench my body gave off, even how other guys saw me.

I ended up getting home, I didn't hear any noise, everything was quiet. I knew my parents were at work, so I went upstairs, straight to my room.

I was scared to find my brother in my body, awake. My heart was pounding... but when I opened the door, I could see my old body lying on the floor, asleep.

I smiled, I couldn't help but scoff inwardly, I even moved him slightly to see if he would react.

—You're not so strong anymore, are you, little brother? – I said teasingly.

I simply turned around, closing the door to go to my brother's room. I lifted my armpit, smiling at the scent; now I understood why he was addicted to smelling that bad.

I started rummaging through his closet, beginning to try on all of his clothes. There was something exciting about it that made my skin crawl.

I put on everything I could get my hands on: Sport shirts, shorts, skinny jeans, leather jackets. It was fun, until I found something in a drawer that made my new member firm up instantly. It was a smelly sports spandex, it was my brother's wrestling uniform. I suddenly took off my clothes to put that on instead, I smiled as I saw it fit perfectly on my body, all in place.

My fat legs encased in the tight fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sat in a chair my brother had in front of his mirror, leaning back.

Loving the way I looked, I picked up his phone to start taking pictures of myself, letting my strong muscles show, or my armpits, I even made the occasional silly face.

I was a brainless jock now, wasn't I?

I sniffed hard at my new masculinity, taking advantage of the friction to drive me crazy. I was waving my hand frantically when someone entered the room, it was Theo.

— Shit! – I muttered, covering myself. He just raised his eyebrow.

— What are you doing? - he asked without giving it much importance.

— Nothing, nothing. I wasn't expecting you – I mumbled, trying to avoid his gaze.

— I told you yesterday I'd come today, are you running out of brain cells from so much protein? – He joked. I felt a warm feeling in my stomach when I heard him laugh – What are you wearing?

— My wrestling uniform, what else? – I tried to diminish the strangeness of the moment, I had to be more like Mark – it drives girls crazy, don't you think? – I muttered, flexing my arms for him.

Theo let out a friendly laugh, nodding.

— Sure, dude.

We talked for a while, at first he caught me off guard but the more I talked to him, I felt my brother's knowledge and tastes seep in. Suddenly he was talking about his subjects, his other friends, video games that only he knew about, even what sports games were coming up.

— Mark, do you want to go play video games at my house? I bought something new and we can go try it out.

— Sure, bro – I felt natural with every step and every sentence. I changed my clothes so we could go without looking ridiculous, that would be for later – Let me let my annoying brother know.

I ended up walking to my old room, still lying my body on the floor. I went out with Theo, walking down the street and enjoying the sun.

— Sometimes you're too hard on him.

— With who? – I said a bit confused.

— With your younger brother, I remember when you used to get along with him.

I felt some guilt for what he made me remember, there was a time when Mark was protective of me, and I was always hanging out with him and Theo, until.... Wow, I don't know what happened.

— He's such a loser.

— I like him, he's really nice.

I smiled to myself to hear my crush say such a thing. We ended up arriving at his house, apparently no one was home. We went up to Theo's room where we played for at least two hours, the afternoon went by fast; we kept talking about trivial topics but I couldn't help looking at him from time to time.

I felt a connection with him, natural because of my brother's friendship with Theo, but there was something that also seeped out of me, that I liked. The way he laughed, or his hair falling on his forehead, his skin, fuck, fuck...

— Come on, dude. I'm kicking your ass! – I could see how my character ended up being defeated, I was silent, just listening to his laughter, which confused him, he turned to look at me. – Mark... Are you ok?

And I couldn't hold it in any longer.

I approached him to kiss him softly, I was afraid he wouldn't kiss me back, but he immediately started kissing me again.

It was a chaos of kisses, my hands wandering awkwardly through his hair.

— Jesus, Mark...

— Don't you love it?

— I love it, man...

We ended up kissing like crazy. There were a lot of questions in me, So Theo was gay? Did he always have feelings for Mark? Was this the relationship they had? What was going on here?

But the more kisses he gave me, the less I cared. In a matter of mere seconds again we were kissing intensely and passionately. I had everything I wanted, the body I deserved, the boy of my dreams? At last everything was in place.

Theo climbed on top of me, still kissing me, even tenderly.

— Do you want me to take good care of you, big guy?

He whispered in a tone I never thought I'd hear him speak. He caressed my chest and then my abs.

— Theo...

I murmured.

— Shh...

I immediately quieted down. And gosh... He sure knew how to use his mouth, my eyes rolled to white from just feeling how over and over again he acted greedily. I was lost in the sensation until I could feel my new phone vibrating like crazy, I preferred to ignore it, but I kept getting notifications.

I reluctantly picked up the phone, only to see notifications from my old number. Apparently my brother had already woken up, there were endless messages:

"What did you do, midget!? Where are you!?"

And more messages from him, completely hysterical, although there was one in particular that made me trace a wide smile on my face:

"Are you with Theo?! Stay away from my best friend!"

I immediately activated the camera to send him some pictures. Which infuriated him even more.

I was about to burst out laughing when I heard Theo's phone start ringing.

— Mfh... Wait a minute, buddy – he sat back up and picked up his phone to check who was calling – That's weird, your brother is calling me.

— Don't answer it - I tried to sound natural.

But Theo seemed to ignore me, he answered and not only that, he put it on speaker.

— Hello?

There was silence, until Mark finally exploded with my squeaky voice.

— Theo, it's Mark! My idiot brother did something and now I'm in his body! That asshole is using my body, you have to do something!

Theo looked at me strangely, scowling, I couldn't even hold his gaze.

— Didn't you hear, Theo?! That's not me that's with you! You have to do something!

I guess the luck had lasted only a few seconds, now Theo would reject me or even hate me.

— I know, Mark – I looked up quickly, I could see the boy of my dreams with a cold profile, but not for me exactly – And I like it that way.

My old voice sounded hysterical and annoyed over the speaker until Theo cut the call.

— So... You know?

— Yes, I do.

— Was I too obvious?

— A little, but it wasn't really about that.

Without warning he kissed me again.

— But Theo...

— Who do you think sent you the mail?

He let out a laugh to kiss me intensely, I had to restrain myself from kissing him for hours or putting my hands on his body.

— Why?

— Because I've seen you, buddy - he smiled, then I realized that I always use the nickname he used to call me - I know how you look at me, I know how much you liked it. And although I felt something similar, I couldn't reciprocate you, I saw you as my little brother, it felt... wrong. Your brother's body, though, I could certainly mess with it an infinite number of times.

He caressed my smooth abs.

— So you like that I'm Mark?

— I love it. The goofy jock look suits you.

He grabbed my pecs to weigh them, then without warning lunged against my armpits to lick and sniff like crazy.

After a few weeks, I ended up adapting to my brother's life perfectly. I continued playing his sports, improved his grades, got along with his friends... The only change was when “he” came out as openly gay, my parents had to accept it and my younger brother... Well, he has no choice but to watch me bring my cute boyfriend, formerly best friend, into my room every night.

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Sensius Prequel: A question of Timing

Isaac was a 23-year-old college student, struggling to balance his studies in civil engineering and architecture while working the night shift at Sensius Corp. He was tall, standing at 1.72 meters, he had a pretty basic build. Some people would describe him as “Mister Everyone”, which he hated. For him it meant he was drowned in the mass of people and no one really cared enough to know him and recognize him in an ocean of individualities. His short dark hair often stuck to his forehead from sweat, and his tired brown eyes carried the weight of countless sleepless nights. The cheap uniform he wore was always wrinkled, stained with cleaning chemicals, and reeked of the sterile, artificial scent of the research facility while his face was itching from all the chemicals vapors. So much in fact that he stopped shaving more then once a week to try and ease the pain of the razor blades on his sensitive skin.

He hated this job. It was demeaning, exhausting, and barely paid enough to cover his tuition and the mountain of debt looming over him. Every night, as he trudged through the sterile halls, he fantasized about quitting, about finding something better. But what choice did he have? Without this, his education would be out of reach, and with it, his dream of becoming an architect would too. But the truth is, his grades were not the best either and if he missed one more class he would be suspended and terminated. Isaac spent so much time working to try to pay for his studies that he didn’t have the time needed to study properly. And without any close family or girlfriend that could help him, he knew this situation was a mountain to climb barehanded.

Tonight was supposed to be like any other shift. He had his earbuds in, music drowning out the monotonous routine of his cleaning duties. When he entered one of the high-security labs, he barely glanced at the glowing screens filled with images shining on the screens. Men, women, animals, trees, toys, sculpture, anatomical studies, even celebrities. He didn’t pay attention to any in particular, his sight jumping from screens to screens wondering why they needed so many pictures and why all of the screens were having a red dot on the top right corner except one with picture of a men that had a green one. Probably another high security project the scientists were working on, and even if he tried to ask what it was out of curiosity, the majority of them were horrible persons humiliating and dehumanizing him for being the cleaner of the facility.

Isaac sigh as he realized tonight was not different from last night and the night before. A group of scientists stood nearby him, looking at him up and down as they walked pass him, murmuring to each other and starting to laugh. As one of them passed by, the biggest douche of them all, he mimed to trip on a wet spot on the ground as he let go his full cup of coffee on the ground, letting it splatter all around the floor. “Oopsie. Looks like you missed one, here.” He said as he resumed his path talking back to his friend “spent the whole afternoon on this glitched out gif. Fuck that I need a beer!”.

Isaac looked at them, his eyes fuming of rage and disgust. He put his cleaning trolley in the hallway and grabbed a mop to start cleaning what this douche scientist had just done on purpose before grabbing the bean to empty it. As his hands grabbed the side of it, a weird smell raised to his nostrils. He tilted his head to check what it was only to realize in pure hock and disgust that there was a paper bag with a dog poop in it. At this exact moment, something clicked in Isaac’s mind. This work was not worth the money and the behavior of this douches. He’ll find a way to earn money, but this was his last stroke. He went to one of their desks and grabbed a letter and pen to start handwriting a resignation letter. When he was done, he went to grab his trolley and put the letter on top of it, ready to hand it as soon as he is done with his shift hoping to get the full pay for his day of work.

As he reached for his work badge to open the door, he realized it wasn’t in his pocket anymore. It must have fallen once again. He had asked thousands of times to get a new clip but they never did and Isaac was spending his time looking for it all around the facility. He turned back in the office where he finally saw it after a couple of minute sitting on the floor next the desk, he grabbed the paper. “Go to hell, morons!” Isaac said as he took a step to finally get out of this hell. For the first time for a long time, he felt a huge weight being released from his shoulders. His steps were smooth and light as a feather. Sign of destiny, his favorite music was blasting in his EarPods. Isaac was getting closer and closer to the door, his head dancing a bit to the rhythm of the music. Out of nowhere, Isaac felt the ground under his shoes becoming slippery and he fell on his ass on the ground, his working overall getting wet from the remaining water from the coffee he just mopped on the ground.

“Great,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. He got back up only to realize his work badge had flown across the room and was now sitting in one of the opened pods at the back of the room. “Perfect…” He cites as he stepped closer, bending down to grab it, but as his fingers brushed the badge, his foot slipped once again because of the water under his sole. His frame had no real weight to balance him, and in an instant, he lost his footing entirely.

His body lurched forward as he fell headfirst into the open pod.

The moment his back hit the cushioned interior, alarms blared. The lid hissed as it sealed shut, locking him inside with a metallic click. Panic surged through him as he realized he was trapped, but most importantly, the douche would have to see him in this situation, his pants wet and him being trapped and at their mercy to free him. It was already a nightmare of anticipation.

"I can’t believe it! Why the universe is fucking against me!! What have I done to deserve this FUCKING treatment!! " He shouted, scrambling against the smooth interior as he tried to grabbed the sides of the lid and maybe force it to open, but nothing moved. Out of nowhere, a low humming started to be heard in the pod as lights started to flick on above his head and around him, shining through the blueish silicone.

SUBJECT DETECTED. INITIATING SCAN.

Mechanical restraints shot out of the sides, clamping around his wrists and ankles and securing him in place, forcing his hands on the sides of his body and his ankles at the bottom of the pod, slightly opened. He thrashed, heart pounding, but the grips were too strong for him to free himself. A bright blue laser came from all sides of the pod and scanned over his body, humming softly as it mapped every inch of his terrified body. “What the fuck is that?!” He screamed as the blue laser finished to scan his toes and disappeared. “HELP!!” Isaac screamed once again not knowing that his screams were muffled to nothingness by the pod once the lid is closed.

INITIAL SCAN FINISHED. STARTING CALIBRATION.

In the blink of an eye, a searing heat washed over his trembling body as he was still trying to get free from the grips. In front of his very eyes, the pos was drowned in a warm and red light. Then, right in front of him, Isaac saw with his mouth open from incomprehension how strands of cotton started to flow in front of him like there was no gravity anymore. Then those same strands started to disintegrate into even smaller strands before vanishing in dust. Isaac tilted his head down only to realize he could now see his full arms exposed, and soon his chest and his legs too. In a couple of seconds, he was now standing naked in the pod. In front of him, his phone, his badge and his ear pods started to go through the exact same process and disappeared into vanishing dust. “Bro!! this phone was brand new… Come on, it’s not funny anymore now. What the fuck is this tech?!” Isaac stood there, butt naked and all of his belonging gone and disintegrated. The warm light disappeared as fast as she came and he could feel the return of the cold atmosphere crashing against his sensitive and exposed skin.

CALIBRATION FINISHED. ANALYZING TARGETTED SUBJECT… TARGET NOT FOUND. LOOKING FOR TARGET… TARGET NOT FOUND… LOOKING FOR TARGET… TARGET NOT FOUND… LOOKING FOR TARGET… TARGET FOUND. STARTING PROCESS.

“The fuck is this shit talking about?” exclaimed Isaac still trying to nudge himself free. Once again, Isaac writhed in the pod, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the AI’s voice echoed around him.

INITIATING STURCTURAL REACLIBATION. ENHANCING SUBJECT’S SKELETAL INTEGRITY…

A sharp, unbearable pressure seized his bones. His limbs stretched, his joints popping and cracking as if his entire body were being pulled apart. His height surged upward to a painful 196 cm, muscles spasming as his frame expanded beyond its former limits. He let out a strangled scream, his basic form rapidly thickening with dense bone and heavy sinew. His feet stretching longer and longer, toes widening as the soft skin of his soles hardened, rough callouses forming beneath them like he had spent years walking barefoot on hard surfaces. Isaac felt the cold floor under his extended hyper sensitive feet. He tired to tilt his head but he couldn't see that far becaus eof the tears of pain and sweat bluring his sight, not realizing that he went from a 39 feet size to a 48.

RECALIBRATING MUSCULAR PROPORTIONS…

“No please STOP. I don’t want this. This has to stoAAAAAAAHHHHHH” screamed Isaac one more time as his entire body ignited with pain as his atrophied muscles swelled, fibers tearing and rebuilding with impossible speed. His arms and legs ballooned with thick, powerful sinew, veins pressing against his skin as raw strength pulsed through him. His arms spasmed against his will as muscles started to pile on top of muscles, gaining years of daily gym sessions in the blink of an eye. Isaac heard a humming noise stop for a brief instant as his arms stopped to grow at a 38cm of diameter. His once-flat chest expanded outward, pectorals firming into a broad, sculpted wall of muscle. His narrow shoulders widened, traps bulging as they connected seamlessly to his thickening neck. He whimpered, the overwhelming sensation of mass multiplying across his body making him feel like he was suffocating under his own flesh.

ENHANCING DERMAL PIGMENTATION AND FOLLICULAR DENSITIES…

A deep, insidious heat spread beneath his skin as his pale complexion darkened into a deep, sun-kissed bronze. At the same time, a tingling itch crawled over every inch of his sensitive body. Isaac tried to scream for help one more time but his lungs were still burning from exhaustion after the last protocol his body went through. He gasped as thick, dark hairs erupted across his body. His armpits grew thick with dense strands of hair that escaped from the side of his new voluminous pecs and biceps. The tingling continued around his dick as the heat grew stronger and stronger. He could feel something growing under his tight tanned skin only to feel like millions of ants were biting around his dick and on his balls. Thick curly and black pubes were growing at high speed, framing perfectly his newly golden-tanned skin. The tingling continued and cascaded down his thighs and legs to die when it reached his huge thick feet still bonded by the metallic arms. Isaac was just starting to find his breath back when he realized the pod was full of a weird scent. Something musky and earthy, something feral, something full of hormones and pheromones. Isaac turned his head as he felt the heat rising in his pits only to scream in surprise when a wave of musk hit him in the nose while droplets of sweats were running from his armpits to his forearms. “The fuck!” he screamed still a bit out of breath. The scent radiated from him, far stronger and more primal than anything he had ever known. The new pheromones infused in his sweat was starting to invade his lungs and his bloodstream, but worst, he was slowly losing the odor as his body was getting used to it.

MODIFICATING VOCALS…

“Stop!! PlEasE sTo…” Isaac barely had time to process the words before his throat tightened. A searing pain burned through his vocal cords, forcing a deep, guttural groan from his lips. “aaAaaAaAAahHhHhhHHHHHHH!” His voice cracked and deepened, shifting from its usual soft and joyful pitch into something richer, huskier, dominant. Each breath came heavier, tinged with an unfamiliar growl, the simple act of speaking now weighted with an undeniable presence.

RESTRUCTURING FACIAL PROPRIETIES…

Isaac’s eyes opened and his mouth gagged when he heard what the robotic voice said in a cheerful tone. He didn’t even had time to analyze and understand what was just called as he felt his skull vibrate under his golden skin. His vision blurred and then he heard a crack. Then another one, and another one. Soon, all the little cracks combined into a cacophony of moving bones as his facial structure changed to align with the given order. His skull ached as his jawline sharpened, broadening into a striking, chiseled shape. His nose straightened, cheekbones rising into a more angular structure. His dark hair grew thicker, shaggier, framing his reshaped face. His once-youthful features morphed into something undeniably masculine and alien to his real self. Isaac’s vision continued to blur and soon all he saw was pitch black. Then a small light appeared out of his blindness. It grew bigger and stronger and soon he could once again see the whole pod and the office behind the tainted glass. He tried to move his hands to check them out but he was met once again by his restrictions only to realize slowly that his vision was modified. Clearer, more detailed. His eyes went from a light hazel with some problems due to continued screen time and not the healthiest behavior to one almost perfect. His pupils were now deep chocolaty brown, looking like a deep cup of a coffee. His lips were now also thicker and the perfect pillows to put a tender kiss. Lastly, his neck cracked as his vertebras grew thicker and slightly bigger while his Adam apple became visible and moving with every breath he took, giving him a muscled imposing neck, like a pedestal for his new godly face. Tears rolled down his manly hairless cheeks as the last of his stubborn disappeared in his skin, leaving it flawless and silky smooth.

ENHANCING ENDOCRINE SYSTEM…

“Please… Just let me… go!” said Isaac out of breath in his deep voice almost fainting into the alluring darkness of unconsciousness. But the robotic voice didn’t listen to any of his complaints, following its protocols with a cold demeanor. A sudden rush of heat surged through his core. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as a flood of hormones pumped through his bloodstream, saturating his senses with overwhelming, primal energy. His stamina skyrocketed, his body humming with newfound vitality. Isaac felt like a cold bucket of water was just thrown straight into his system as the hormones and pheromones into his system rushed faster and faster into his brain. His skin burned with an unfamiliar need, his muscles flexing instinctively as his breath grew uneven. The raw power surging through him made it impossible to think, impossible to focus on anything other than the oppressive, animalistic instincts rising in his chest.

ADAPTATING GENITAL MORPHOLOGY… FOLDER MISSING… LOOKING FOR INFORMATION… INFORMATION FOUND… ANSWER IS: 21. STARTING GENITAL MODIFICATION FROM FOUND INSTRUCTIONS…

A sharp ache radiated from his groin, deep and all-consuming. Isaac whimpered, his body convulsing as the heat pooled between his legs. A stretching, pulsing sensation overtook him, his cock swelling, reshaping into something longer, thicker, heavier. He could feel the changes happening, the added weight, the sensitivity, the sheer presence of it now utterly foreign to him. The AI gave no reprieve, his nerves alight with sensation, as if his very biology was being rewritten for something different. His balls were next as they started to grow heavier and heavier with every heartbeat of Isaac’s heart. He could feel them going lower and lower and taking his thick dick with them because of the pressure of the weight. “The fuck is that thing?!” he screamed as he felt the rush of hormones combining with the direction of his blood and he could feel an erection starting to form. He took a look only to be met with a thick 21 cm cock pulsing with blood and already leaking a copious amount of precum.

ANALIZING SUBJECT BIO-DATA… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… SUBJECT NOT MATCHING TARGET… MODIFYING TIME FACTOR… “Wait, what does that mean? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN!” screamed Isaac in the pod waiting for an answer only to be met by silence once again. A sudden dizziness overtook him, as if time itself were unraveling within his cells. His bones trembled, skin tightening as his biological clock rewound. He gasped, his muscles tensing involuntarily as his age ticked backward: 23…22…21… 20. Hormones flooded his system anew, burning through him with the urgency of youth. A primal, all-consuming hunger ignited within him, demanding, overpowering, drowning him in a raw, visceral need he couldn’t suppress. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as a flood of hormones pumped through his bloodstream, saturating his senses with overwhelming them like if it was the very first time. His stamina skyrocketed, his body humming with newfound vitality. His skin burned with an unfamiliar need for touch, his muscles flexing instinctively as his breath grew uneven and rushed. The raw power surging through him made it impossible to think, impossible to focus on anything other than the oppressive, animalistic instincts rising in his chest.

CONVERSION COMPLETED…

Isaac panted heavily, his body still trembling from the violent forced modification he just went through that had just rebuild him. His muscles ached, his skin burned, and his mind reeled as he processed the words he had just heard from this robotic demon. For a brief instant, every sound disappeared around him. Only the faint beat of his own heart cycling through his veins. He tried to nudge himself free from the restraints and for the first time he realized he may have a chance if he gave the right amount of pressure thanks to his new enhanced physical capacities. CLING. His left hand managed to free itself as he tried to free his other hand and with some more try, he succeeded in that. “Finally!” he said in his deep voice as he turned his head. “Now, the ankles ones!” Isaac slid as much as he could to the ground and his rough hands finally met with the cold metal around his ankles. He ice-cold texture almost gave him a spark of static.

PHYSICAL MODIFICATIONS DONE. STARTING DIGITIZATION PROTOCOL… “What?! What are you talking about?!” he screamed out of his enhanced lungs still not used to his new deep voice.

A new set of laser beams flickered to life, scanning every inch of his naked, trembling form. He tried one more time to free his ankles only to realize those restraints wouldn’t move at all. He jumped back up and started to bang on the glass lid hoping that it would break or maybe someone would hear him. A new kind of heat built around him, different from before, less physical, more static. A loud humming sound was getting louder and louder like if something was charging power. “HELP ME!!” Isaac screamed one more time when suddenly a big white light engulfing all the roof of the pod turned on and then light consumed the pod.

Isaac screamed as the blinding light consumed him. His body felt like it was unraveling, every cell pulled apart, stretched into nothingness. The world around him blurred as his consciousness fractured, breaking into scattered data streams. He was being reduced, converted into something far less than human.

He tried to cry out, but his voice faltered, lost in the static. His arms, his legs, he couldn’t feel them. His torso, his head, everything was dissolving. The last thing he saw before the pod emptied was his own fingers vanishing into shimmering dust.

The humming stopped and no more screams were heard.

Isaac’s senses flickered back into existence, but nothing was right. He wasn’t in the pod anymore. He wasn’t anywhere. He was floating in darkness, naked and still awfully sentient and sensitive like all his nervous system was in overdrive. The energies around him felt odd too, like if the tissue of reality was similar but not identical. Like if the electricity was now rushing through his veins instead of blood.

He turned his head only to realize he could see all around him at the same time. Then, he started to see flickering blue light rushing down on him, swallowing him. More and more appeared and threw themselves at him, merging together, reforming a body for his soul to be trapped in. All around him, he could see more and more pixels appearing and merging together, but not directly on him this time, it was like portraits appearing in a gallery. Picture of men with golden skin, black hair, muscled body. All the same. All very different from his original body but at the same time so familiar. His newly altered form was in the center of it all. He tried to take a look but his body was frozen in a T pose as the last pixels merged with his new body.

A new blank window appeared before him. Casting a white warm light on his naked frame. His sculpted arms, his thick chest, his sharpened jawline, his dark, wild hair, it all felt like a relieving source of warm. He tried to move and realize he gained controlled back over his finger, then his toes, soon he was flexing his arm and for the first time for a long time, he could finally take a look at his new rough and calloused hands. He tried to take a walk but his body was still floating and had no support to take a step on. “Hello, is there someone?!” he screamed only to hear it echoing back around and coming back to his own ears. “Of course, it’s empty. Where the heck am I?” he asked to no one in particular as he tried to think of a way out. In front of him, the white window started to hum to the rhythm of an accelerating beat. Isaac didn’t realize it at first but then he felt it, the wind on his skin, an aspiring wind rushing him in the window. “The fuck is that now?” He said as the wind got ten times stronger in the blink of an eye. He felt his body getting swallowed inside the frame. Suddenly, he could feel a ground under his feet, he could feel the air around his skin, he could feel the gravity grounding him in the white ground around him. In front of him now was a black window opened on the other frames and pictures of the men. He could clearly see now that this were all pictures of the same men, smiling, flexing. It all looked like a reference sheet. Isaac took a step closer to the black window and tried to grab the borders to jump out but he couldn’t. An invisible shiny glass like material was forbidding him to do so. For the second time today, he was trapped. He got closer only to see someone walking in his direction. Not someone, his reflection shining perfectly clear and looking straight back at him. His new face and body. His new reality. That’s when he realized he already saw that face somewhere. His vision unfocused only to be met with the same reflection way further in another frame, and another one, and another one. In 21 frames looking back at him. Isaac’s heart jumped a beat as he realized he got transformed into these men looking a stereotype of a muscled douchebag. “No..” he gagged on his own condition as his rough hands brushed his hairless cheeks, taking in consideration what he just became. To worsen it all, his dick was still painfully erect and sensitively leaking precum glitching away as it touched the ground under his feet.

The AI’s voice droned back on.

PROCESS COMPLETED. ASSIGNING NEW ROUTINE PROTOCOLS…

A force gripped him to a molecular level. Nothing painful but something deeply anchored inside his bones, like if he couldn’t control his body anymore, like if someone was forcing moves on him. Like a puppet on a string. It pulled his body into position. His arms flexed, chest tightening, lips curled into an opened position. He hadn’t done that; he hadn’t moved, he couldn’t move.

RENDERING ANIMATION SEQUENCE…

His body jerked as a wave of statics rushed in the frame, he was posed in. All around him a dirty ground materialize, with dead leaves on it, sticks and rocks. Then from it, a deep forest grew in the blink of an eye. The static rushed into his body as he saw pixels appear around his legs. A pair of kaki cargo pants appeared and a pair of loose grey underwear. His hard and leaky cock was forced against his leg as his sensitive cockhead spasmed against his hairy thighs. His hands grabbed the sides of his pants fly as a circle tattoo appeared on his right biceps. A new wave of static and his body began to move. He flexed, his biceps bulging, his pecs twitching with each motion. His face turned slightly, as his hands opened the fly and were about to get his pants off. But in a glitchy move, his fly was back up again and his hands were grabbing it again. And again, and again.

It didn’t stop. He tried to fight it, but there was no escape. His body looped through the same movements, the same flex, the same face, over and over again. “The hell is this?! Someone stops that, please!! And this fucking cock sliding against my leg!! This is hell. It’s too sensitive!!”. His mouth was moving, but no sound was getting out from the frame, nothing was coming out of the frame.

He could feel it all. The heat of his skin, the slight flex of his muscles, the oppressive need still lingering from his forced hormonal changes. His new, sensitive flesh rubbed against itself, his thighs brushing together in ways that sent maddening signals through his nerves. His body wanted release, but it would never come. He was stuck in this loop, an eternal display of masculine perfection with no agency, no control, no escape.

CALIBRATION DONE: JACOB BLACK. WAITING FOR NEW SUBJECT.

Isaac heard one last time the robotic voice as he was still repeating the same movement of trying to undress on loop. In the lab, the lid of the pod opened back as steam rushed out on the now dry ground. His cleaning trolley with the letter still waiting in the hallway in front of the door.

The next morning, the scientists returned to the lab, sipping coffee and chatting casually as they resumed their work. “Looks like another one resigned!” said the cocky scientist as he entered the room, the demission letter in his hands. “I knew this one wouldn’t stay here too long, he didn’t have what this place need!” “I’ll just go and give it to Dr Lee, see you in a couple of minutes guys!” he said as he grabbed the trolley on his way to put it in the closet. The empty pod sat in the corner, unnoticed, its last occupant erased from existence. “Let’s see… Where were we. Damn looks like my reference gif is finally working!”  he said as he sat at his desk. “Told you bro, it was just glitching for a bit. Sometimes you got to give them time to do their own magic to solve problems” “You are right Mike, sorry...”

Isaac stood there, watching as he saw the men in front of him talking with his friend. He could hear everything, but he couldn’t free himself from this prison. He tried to scream for help but no sound was heard, sound is not coded inside a gif file… No one noticed the desperation hidden behind those dark, digital eyes, pleading for someone to free him or at least let him release the cum building up in his nuts, waiting on an orgasm for eternity.

Isaac was gone, only Jacob Black remained.

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Hey everyone!

I’ve got a fun prequel I wrote for @reddarkfox222 based on my Sensius project! He asked for a story based on Jacob Black, hope you'll enjoy it! In this new chapter, you’ll get a deeper look into how the preparations for the Sensius project come together to make everything work. It’s a peek behind the curtain!

I’m always happy to chat, so feel free to DM me anytime if you have ideas or just want to talk. Can’t wait to hear from you all!

Catch you soon! :D

[babyboorooroo]

Apollo’s Slut

In a quiet corner of the university library, a young man named Timothy sat hunched over his textbooks, the soft glow of the pendant lights above casting shadows on his bespectacled face. His eyes darted back and forth as he studied, a furrow of concentration etched between his brows. He was the epitome of a college nerd, with a pallid complexion that spoke of countless hours spent indoors and a physique that was more suited to lifting books than weights. His glasses slid down his nose as he squinted at the ancient Greek script, his finger tracing the lines as he tried to decipher the archaic language.

Suddenly, a warm, golden light enveloped him, blinding him for a moment. When his vision cleared, Timothy looked down to find that his wire-frame glasses were gone. In their place, his eyesight was now crystal clear, and the book lay open to a page that was no longer filled with foreign symbols, but with vivid images that played out before him like a movie. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched the scene unfold: a handsome, muscular god with hair of spun gold standing before a throng of adoring worshippers. The name "Apollo" echoed in his mind.

With a jolt, Timothy felt his body begin to change. His spine straightened, his shoulders broadened, and his muscles bulged from beneath his shirt. His biceps grew so large that they threatened to tear through the fabric of his sleeves. His skin took on a luminous sheen, and a faint scent of musk filled the air around him. The library patrons looked on in shock and awe as the transformation unfolded.

A deep, resonant voice boomed through the hallowed halls, "Rise, my new servant, Timothy. You shall now serve me, Apollo, god of the sun and the arts, as my personal sex slave."

Timothy gasped as he felt a divine hand on his shoulder, and when he looked up, he saw the very god he had been studying standing before him. Apollo's smile was as radiant as the sun he pulled across the sky, yet it sent a shiver of fear down Timothy's spine. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening, but his body responded instinctively, kneeling before the divine being. The touch sent waves of pleasure through him, and he couldn't help but moan.

"Your transformation is almost complete," Apollo said, his voice a symphony of honeyed tones. "You shall be the epitome of strength and beauty, and all will worship at your feet."

Timothy felt his mouth water at the sight of Apollo's massive, pulsing manhood. He knew what he had to do. With trembling hands, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his new, chiseled torso to the gaping crowd. The fabric fell away, and he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the heady scent of the god's power. The air around them crackled with energy as Apollo stepped closer, guiding Timothy's face towards his crotch.

With a gentle push, Apollo's divine member brushed against Timothy's quivering lips. He opened his mouth, and the taste of ambrosia filled his senses. The god's semen was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a potent elixir that promised unimaginable ecstasy. The tip of Apollo's cock slid past his teeth, and Timothy's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt a warm, tingling sensation spread throughout his body. The room grew hazy, and the worshipping whispers of the library patrons faded into the background.

Apollo's hand curled around the back of Timothy's neck, guiding him deeper. The nerd-turned-muscle-god took a tentative lick, savoring the divine flavor that danced on his tongue. The muscles in his jaw flexed as he took more of Apollo's length into his mouth, feeling the power of the god's essence surging through him. He had never felt so alive, so filled with purpose. The transformation was almost complete, and he knew that with each swallow, he was drawing closer to his new life.

The Greek god's hips began to thrust gently, the rhythm growing more insistent with each passing moment. Timothy's eyes watered as he struggled to accommodate Apollo's size, but he was driven by a primal need to serve. His mind swirled with images of ancient temples and the adoration of countless mortals, all of it culminating in this singular, sacred act. He could feel the energy building within Apollo, the promise of a powerful climax that would seal his fate.

With a final, deep groan, the god released his seed into Timothy's eager mouth. The mortal took it all, swallowing the divine essence that pulsed down his throat like liquid fire. The transformation reached its crescendo, and Timothy felt his body spasm with pleasure. His muscles grew even more defined, his skin shimmering with a golden glow that seemed to emanate from within. His mouth was filled with the most exquisite taste, a blend of power and passion that was as intoxicating as it was overwhelming.

As the last drop was absorbed, Timothy felt Apollo's grip on his neck loosen. He looked up, his eyes glazed with lust and devotion. The god looked down upon him with satisfaction, his chest heaving from the intensity of his release. The library patrons had been transfixed by the display, their eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. Some had even begun to kneel, as if the act had ignited a spark of worship within them.

The transformation had reached its climax, and Timothy felt his body settle into its new form. The muscles that had bulged and flexed under Apollo's command now lay relaxed, yet still powerful and potent. His skin glowed with a soft, golden light, and the scent of musk that clung to him grew stronger. He knew that he had become something more than human, something to be revered and used for the god's pleasure.

[keozrb]

Grok story: Beach God's - Simon’s Story (part 4)

Simon was the sort of person who faded into the background—painfully shy, with a quiet voice that rarely rose above a mumble. His looks didn’t help his confidence either: a plain face with a slightly crooked nose, thinning brown hair, and a lanky, unremarkable frame that seemed to apologize for taking up space. At 32, he worked a dull job at the local library, hiding behind stacks of books, avoiding eye contact with the world.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Simon overheard a group of townsfolk at the diner talking about the costume shop—how Milo had become a Beach God, Trent a Buffet Titan, and Harold a Wave Rider. Their voices buzzed with excitement, and Simon, though hesitant, felt a flicker of something unfamiliar: hope. What if he could change too? Not into some muscle-bound giant, but into someone who could hold his head high? Clutching his coat tighter, he slipped out into the night and made his way to the shop.

In the bustling little coastal town where tales of transformation had begun to spread like wildfire, there lived a man named Simon. Simon was the sort of person who faded into the background—painfully shy, with a quiet voice that rarely rose above a mumble. His looks didn’t help his confidence either: a plain face with a slightly crooked nose, thinning brown hair, and a lanky, unremarkable frame that seemed to apologize for taking up space. At 32, he worked a dull job at the local library, hiding behind stacks of books, avoiding eye contact with the world.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Simon overheard a group of townsfolk at the diner talking about the costume shop—how Milo had become a Beach God, Trent a Buffet Titan, and Harold a Wave Rider. Their voices buzzed with excitement, and Simon, though hesitant, felt a flicker of something unfamiliar: hope. What if he could change too? Not into some muscle-bound giant, but into someone who could hold his head high? Clutching his coat tighter, he slipped out into the night and made his way to the shop.

The costume shop was dimly lit, its shelves brimming with oddities. Simon’s nervous fingers brushed against capes and masks until he spotted a pair of oversized Speedo briefs hanging near the counter, this time in a deep, shimmering purple. They gleamed under the flickering light, far too large for his slight build, and a faded tag swung from the waistband: Sex God. Simon’s cheeks flushed at the name, but a strange pull urged him forward. Swallowing his nerves, he snatched the Speedo and darted into the dressing room, locking the door behind him.

Peeling off his drab clothes, Simon stepped into the purple briefs, the fabric pooling around his skinny legs. He barely had time to feel ridiculous before a sharp, electric jolt surged through him, starting at his core and radiating outward. His breath hitched, and his reflection in the cracked mirror blurred as the transformation took hold—not with the brute force of muscle or the softening of fat, but with a sleek, sensual reshaping.

His face was the first to change. His crooked nose straightened, sharpening into a refined, elegant line. His jawline tightened, chiseling into a strong, square frame that exuded confidence. His thinning hair thickened, darkening to a rich chestnut brown, falling in soft, tousled waves that framed his face perfectly. His eyes, once a dull hazel, brightened into a striking green, sparkling with a magnetic allure. His lips plumped slightly, curving into a natural, seductive smirk he’d never worn before.

His body followed, but not with the exaggerated bulk of Milo or Trent. His lanky frame filled out just enough—shoulders broadening slightly, chest firming into a smooth, toned expanse, and arms gaining a subtle, wiry strength. His skin smoothed and tanned, glowing with a warm, golden hue that made him look kissed by the sun. But the real drama came lower. A rush of heat flooded his groin, and his manhood surged forward, growing with an over-the-top exaggeration. His dick lengthened and thickened, balls swelling to match, filling the purple Speedo with a bulge so prominent it strained the fabric, a bold, almost comical display of virility that left no room for subtlety.

At the same time, his flat, unremarkable backside tightened, then ballooned outward. His glutes rounded and expanded, growing into huge, perfectly sculpted cheeks that pushed the Speedo’s rear to its limits. The fabric stretched tight, hugging the massive, firm curves, turning the briefs into a glorified thong that showcased every inch of his new, eye-catching posterior. His hips widened slightly to balance the growth, giving him a statuesque, hourglass-like silhouette.

His height ticked up to a confident 6’1”, his posture shifting from a slouch to a natural, commanding stance. When the transformation settled, Simon blinked at the mirror, hardly recognizing the man staring back. His hands roamed his face, tracing the handsome features, then down to his chest, his bulge, his ass—every part of him radiating a raw, undeniable appeal. The shy, plain Simon was gone, replaced by a vision of allure and charisma, the purple Speedo gleaming like a crown.

He stepped out of the shop, the night air cool against his transformed skin, and headed to the beach—drawn there by some instinct he couldn’t name. The moon hung high as he arrived, and heads turned instantly. Milo, Trent, and Harold, all lounging in their own transformed glory, paused to stare. “Another one?” Trent rumbled, stroking his beard. Milo grinned, flexing an arm. “What’s this guy’s deal?”

Simon glanced at the tag still dangling from his Speedo—Sex God—and felt a surge of confidence he’d never known. “Guess I’m the Sex God now,” he said, his voice smooth and rich, carrying over the waves. He struck a pose, hands on his hips, letting the exaggerated bulge and massive ass take center stage. Whispers rippled through the crowd, eyes lingering, and for the first time, Simon didn’t shrink away—he reveled in it.

From that night on, Simon embraced his new life as the Sex God. He strolled the beach with a swagger, charming anyone who crossed his path, his handsome face and over-the-top assets drawing admiration wherever he went. The shy librarian was a distant memory, replaced by a man who owned every room—or shoreline—he entered, purple Speedo and all, a living testament to the shop’s unpredictable magic.

[rowdy317]

Geeky Flab to Beefy Slab-Always fun gaming with @fantasymuscleai

[axeeglitter]

Back from the Vault: Alexa

“What do you mean you forgot your passport?!” asked Simon through his phone.

“I don’t know dude; I was sure I had it but I can’t find it anywhere. Can you go and check in my room if I didn’t put it on my desk or somewhere else, please?”

“Alright, I’m on my way, but dude, really, you have to be more careful!”

Simon and Michael had been roommates for almost four years now. They’d been paired together in their first year of uni, and since they were getting along pretty well and their shared bedroom was small, they decided to look for an apartment together. Things turned out great, and they’ve shared the same apartment since then. When they met, Simon was pretty shy and lacked confidence, but thanks to Michael, he really came out of his shell and found the courage to live fully. He started going to the gym, taking care of himself, and making some friends along the way. He even managed to find someone he found attractive. They just started dating a few weeks ago, and he hoped he would manage to bring his love interest home while Michael was away.

Michael had always been the more outgoing of the two. Always chatting and laughing with everyone, his big dumb smile plastered on his face, letting his perfect white teeth shine and illuminate his face. Sure, Michael wasn’t the brightest student, and even though he preferred working out to spending his evenings studying, he still did everything he could to succeed in his studies and at his part-time job as a bartender. He also managed to have some free time to play video games, practice sports, and, most of all, play with the parameters of his Alexa.

When Michael saw the ad for Alexa’s new features a couple of years ago, he fell in love with the concept. The first thing he did when they both got the apartment was to put Alexa everywhere in the house. Simon was a bit skeptical about this artificial intelligence listening to them all the time, but Michael was so happy. Michael couldn’t stop having fun with his new toy. Alexa turned the volume up, Alexa lit up the kitchen. Alexa added ketchup to the grocery list. As time passed, Simon got used to it and didn’t even realize it was there anymore.

“Ok dude, I’m in your bedroom. Damn, you could have cleaned up a bit; for fuck’s sake, there are dirty underwear and socks everywhere! Gross!”

“Sorry bro, was in a bit of a hurry. I thought my flight was tomorrow, not today! Listen, my passport should be somewhere around my desk. I remember taking it out and putting it on my desk to finish packing. Look around if it’s not there, please.”

“Okay, hold on, putting the speakers on,” Simon said as he clicked on the button to activate it and turned the volume all the way up before placing his phone on the desk.

“You sure you put it there? I can’t find it anywhere, dude!”

“Yes, I am! It must be somewhere around. Take a look on my nightstand,” Michael said, half-listening to what his friend was saying as he was stressed and still searching for it in his backpack.

VOICE DETECTED

“Bro, I can’t find it anywhere. I don’t know where you’ve pu… What the fuck? What was that?” said Simon, not understanding where the voice was coming from. “Dude, did you just say something?” Simon asked again, waiting for an answer.

INTRUDER PROTOCOL ACTIVATED… STARTING INTRUDER PROTECTION PROGRAM

As Simon heard this voice again, he heard a beeping sound coming from Michael’s computer. Suddenly, the screens lit up with a weird-looking graphic. Simon tried to understand what was happening, still asking if this was a prank from Michael. “Dude, can you hear me? I don’t know what you are up to, but it’s not funny. You know what? Fuck you, I’m out of here!” said Simon as he started walking out of the messy bedroom.

“Bro, I know, maybe it’s in the closet!” answered Michael, not listening to what his bro was saying and still looking for it in his suitcase.

All of a sudden, Simon felt something grabbing his right ankle. He tilted his head only to realize his foot was stuck in some kind of cable knot. He smiled a bit, thinking all of this was getting on his nerves, but as a shy laugh escaped his mouth, the knot tightened on its own, and another cable wrapped around Simon’s left ankle. Then they started pulling him. Simon fell on his butt right onto a pile of dirty jockstraps and used socks. The cables resumed their pulling. Simon tried to resist, but it wasn’t working.

“Michael, help!!” he screamed loud and clear, but Michael had put his phone away as he was asking about his passport to his family.

“HELP ME!!” Simon screamed once again as he was dragged across the dirty floor. Then it all stopped. He was not moving anymore. His ankles were still tied to the cables, and as he tried to get back up, he heard a whipping sound and turned his head just in time to see two new cables grab his wrists and tie them up too before spreading them apart, resulting in Simon being held down against his will in the middle of Michael’s dirty bedroom floor.

“Michael, help me!” screamed Simon again, and this time Michael answered just as the voice started talking again.

INTRUDER NEUTRALIZED… WAITING APPROVAL TO START INTRUDER PROTECTION PROGRAM…

“YES!” screamed Michael from afar. “I knew I had packed it!” Michael’s voice got louder as he got his phone back to his ear. “Sorry bro, I’ve found it! My mom was keeping it and didn’t tell me. Sorry! I’ll catch you in a month after my family trip. I’ll grab you something from Disney World, bro. See you!” And with that, Michael hung up on Simon.

MASTER4S VOICE DETECTED… STARTING PROTOCOLS IN 3…2…1…

Simon was terrified. He couldn’t move, and now his only hope, Michael, had just hung up on him. As he realized he would have to find a way to free himself on his own, the cables started to tense again, pulling his limbs a bit more until his legs and arms were outstretched. Now he couldn’t move at all anymore.

STARTING SCANNING AND BACKUP PROTOCOL…

Simon lay there, immobile and jerking as much as he could in the hope of untying one of the knots when he saw a new cable starting to move on its own. It undulated on the floor in Simon’s direction, and as it got near his head, it floated in the air above him. There it stood just long enough for Simon to see it. It was different from the ones holding him down. This one had a device plugged into it, looking like something used for scanning. As Simon thought about that, the device turned itself on and illuminated Simon’s body in a blue hue, going from the tip of his feet to his head. As it scanned along, Simon saw a weird blue holographic square pattern projected onto him.

“What the fuck is all of this?” thought Simon as the device finished its work.

INTRUDER SCAN FINISHED… SAVING OF THE DATA… DATA SAVED… RESUMING PROTOCOL…

Simon heard again. Suddenly, the scanning device lit up again, but this time it was not a blue light. This time it was red. It started scanning all over his body again, but Simon felt like something was heating all around him. As he felt this weird but not painful sensation, he realized he was feeling something on his right ankle. He lifted his head only to see that wherever the red light touched, his clothes were disintegrating. His socks and brand-new Air Forces were already gone, and now he watched as his favorite pair of jeans was getting destroyed right in front of his eyes. Simon screamed and moved as much as he could in every direction, hoping to stop all of this, but it was not working. Worse, the voice started again.

INTRUDER NOT STANDING STILL, SPEEDING UP PROCESS BY 50%

Simon watched in fear as he felt his whole body getting naked faster. With the blink of an eye, Simon was standing there, tied up and naked on the floor. “Please, make it stop. I’m Michael’s roommate. I’m not an intruder. I live here!” Simon tried to talk with Alexa, but the only response he heard froze him in terror.

VOICEPRINT INCORRECT… RESUMING PROTOCOL IN 3…2…1…

As he heard those words, he saw new cables flying from every corner of the room. They were like snakes ready to strike, and the only thing he could do as he saw them freezing in place waiting for orders was close his eyes as tears built up on his cheeks.

Suddenly, all the cables jumped onto his body. He felt them plugging into his biceps, forearms, pecs, abs, and legs. He even felt some getting plugged into his fingers and soles. Simon was in excruciating pain. It felt like he was being stabbed all over his body at once. Just as he was about to faint, he heard the voice again.

MODIFICATION PROCESS STARTING IN 3…2…1…

Simon felt all the cables attached to him vibrating harder and harder. It was like his whole body was being shaken. His nerves were on fire, and he felt like he was about to be torn apart. Tears of pain streamed down his cheeks as he suddenly felt an electric shock inside his body. He was in such pain that he couldn’t even turn his head to see what was happening to him.

Just before Michael left for his family vacation, he received a notification on his Amazon account about a new version of Alexa. Being Michael, he jumped on the opportunity and upgraded it right away, without paying much attention to the modifications. The only new feature he was interested in was the “Intruder Protection Program” and its assimilation feature. “Cool,” he thought, “Just before leaving for a month, this new version is released. What perfect timing!”

Once the download was done, Alexa needed information to register who was welcome and who was considered an intruder. Michael did so and, just as he finished entering his information and was about to input Simon’s details, Alexa reminded him that his flight was leaving in 4 hours. Surprised, Michael jumped out of his desk, packed as much as he could into his backpack and suitcase, and rushed to meet his family at the airport, not realizing he never entered Simon’s information into Alexa’s database.

Simon lay frozen in pain on the dirty floor as he felt his bones cracking and compressing. He heard cracking everywhere, and at some point, he thought maybe all of this was a nightmare and he was about to wake up. But what jolted him from this thought was the excruciating pain in his feet. Simon felt his size 39 feet starting to grow longer until they were now a size 45 and a half. The pain was awful. He fell as his toes elongated and became more articulated. It felt like he had more movement in them than before. Then the same happened with his hands, and it was too much for Simon’s pain tolerance. As he fainted from the pain, the changes didn’t stop. Once the bones were modified, Simon’s muscles were next.

All his muscles entered a vibration state. They grew larger and larger until his previous slim, athletic frame was replaced by that of a gym god. His muscles bulged in every direction. Once the muscles were done, the vibration moved to his head. His nose was the first to break into pieces before being remolded into a larger, less slim version. Then the same happened with his chin and brows. Once the bones were done, the muscles in his face also started to vibrate, resulting in a more angular, jockish face.

Then the scanning device came back to life and started scanning Simon’s fainted body with a green light. Every inch of skin touched by the light tanned to a healthy golden shade. Once done, the device turned a yellow light and focused on specific zones: the legs, armpits, head, chest, and most importantly, the pubic area. There, it started to light up and remained immobile on the skin until a certain number of hairs had sprouted. This resulted in Simon’s body having slightly hairy legs, chest and an imberb face (except for hair and brows), hairy armpits, and, most notably, curly brown pubes.

When all the hair had been scanned, the device focused back on Simon’s head and his eyes. This time, the device emitted a purple hue. Unbeknownst to Simon, his blue-gray eyes started to change until they were a warm brown color. The scanning device turned off and fell next to Simon’s head, only to be replaced by another cable with a peculiar apparatus at its end. It looked like a tube.

The cable started to undulate toward Simon’s crotch and then, out of nowhere, jumped onto his 5-inch cock and grape-sized balls. Alexa spoke again.

LOADING BACKED UP DATA…

The device began to suck harder and harder, and suddenly, Simon’s cut cock started to grow and harden. It grew bigger and bigger inside the tube until it was now an 8.5-inch uncut cock with huge testicles.

GENITALS MODIFIED…

The device detached itself and fell just between Simon’s legs. Simon’s body remained immobile for a couple of seconds before he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was two huge pecs in front of his sight. He screamed and turned his head to the right and left, watching as his arms had also become huge.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he screamed, but the only response he got was another notification from Alexa.

BODY MODIFICATION PROTOCOL COMPLETE… STARTING THE ASSIMILATION PROTOCOL IN 3… 2… 1…

Simon watched in fear as a new cable appeared in his sight. This one looked similar to the others that had plugged into his body, but it stood right between his eyes. That’s when he understood what Alexa had just said.

“No, Alexa, stop! STOOOO…”

The cable jumped into the middle of Simon’s eyes and plugged itself directly into his brain. For Simon, it felt like a switch had been turned off. He was still feeling everything but couldn’t move anymore. It was like he was no longer there, and for a moment, he thought he might have died. Then he heard Alexa’s voice again, but this time it was clearer and louder, as if it were directly in his brain.

SAVING AND DUPLICATING INTRUDER’S INFORMATION

Simon felt like something was off. It felt like he was being scanned deeply, and then suddenly, he felt himself falling into darkness. It was like falling into an endless pit of obscurity, and he couldn’t grab onto anything to stop his fall.

INTRUDER’S INFORMATION SCANNED AND SAVED… STARTING ASSIMILATION…

Simon stood in darkness, hearing Alexa’s voice but unable to move or react. He was frozen in time and floating in a dark place. Suddenly, right in front of him, he saw a bright, intense, and warming light. From all around, he saw movie clips floating toward it, merging together, making it grow bigger and stronger. Simon was forced to watch these clips until one caught his attention. It was a memory of himself and Michael playing Mario Kart. Simon remembered this night perfectly because it was when he realized Michael was a true friend, and he was happy and thankful to have him in his life. But it was strange because in his memories, he was on the right side of the sofa, not the left. It was as if the memory was mirrored. That’s when he realized.

“Wait, why am I watching myself playing Mario Kart in this clip? I should be looking at Michael, not myself!”

Simon panicked and tried to find another clip, only to see once again himself in front of his eyes, not Michael. Now he understood. Simon was not looking at his memories but Michael’s.

“ALEXA, STOP, PLEASE!” Simon screamed, but nothing happened. Instead, more and more movie clips merged in front of his eyes until the last one was Michael downloading the new version of Alexa called “Intruder Protection Program” in his room. Simon screamed as loud as he could, only to be cut short by Alexa once again.

ASSIMILATION DONE…

In the outside world, all the cables unplugged themselves and unknotted from Simon’s ankles and wrists.

Simon’s body lay sweaty and naked on the dirty floor for a couple of seconds before Alexa spoke once more.

INTRUDER PROTECTION PROGRAM TERMINATED… CAN I DO SOMETHING FOR YOU, MICHAEL?

Michael opened his eyes, and Simon watched, trapped inside his own brain, as his body betrayed him. He felt everything but couldn’t move anymore. He felt his body starting to blink before opening his mouth and speaking in a deeper voice, mimicking Michael’s.

“Nah bro! I’m good. Thanks, Alexa!”

With that, Michael’s body began to get up and realized he was naked. Worse, he was getting excited watching himself in the mirror.

“Well, guess I have to take care of you,” he said, gripping his huge veined cock before spitting on it and starting to pleasure himself.

Simon was in hell. He felt everything and couldn’t do anything to stop his body and this new Michael personality. Then he felt his body tense up and prepare to explode. He grabbed one of the dirty underwear on the floor, smelled it, laughed a bit, and said “Noice” before finishing himself in it. He then sat on the bed, the dirty jockstrap still stuck between his calloused hand and his hard cock.

The new Michael closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

TIME TO WAKE UP, MASTER, IT’S 8 AM, YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE…

Michael woke up with his dick still tucked inside the crusty jockstrap. He got up, looked at the time, and thanked Alexa. He looked around his bedroom to see what he was about to wear and only after 2 minutes of running naked did he realize he still had the jockstrap stuck to his cock. He laughed and grabbed it before putting it on. He then jumped into cargo sports shorts and a pair of well-used Nike socks before putting grabbing a red and white tank top under his arm and his favorite necklace.

As Michael left his bedroom, he screamed through the house.

“Simon bro, gonna be late, I’ll see you tonight!”

Before leaving, he never realized that Simon was, in fact, stuck in his own head, screaming for this nightmare to stop and for him to be freed.

As Michael closed the door and jumped into his car, Alexa started again.

MICHAEL OUT OF HOUSE… STARTING INTRUDER PROTECTION PROGRAM…

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Hey guys, here is the first story I've retrieved from my vault. You may have already read this one a couple of months ago, but unfortunately, it got lost over time. So, I decided to post it again after refining it a bit and adding new pictures kindly created by @tf-vigilante for this story. As always, let me know what you think of it, and feel free to leave a like, share, or send me a message if you want to talk about this story or anything else :)

Let me know if you’d like to see a continuation of this story, as I have plans for Michael, Simon, and Alexa.

If you have any ideas or plots you'd like to discuss, feel free to send me an ask or a DM ;)

In the meantime, take care, and see you soon for more stories resurrected from my vault!

[onedirectioner123]

need him like I need air

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