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Relationship goals

The moment Toby's butt touched the couch, he could start counting seconds. Five, four, three...

"Toby! Where are you again?!" The shouting voice of his girlfriend, Norah pierced the peace before it had even started. Fuming like a small steam engine, she turned around the corner.

"I see. Slacking off again." She gave him a stern look, but still didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she walked over to the kitchen where they usually ate breakfast together.

"I'm sorry," Toby mumbled.

"Don't be sorry, be useful!", she snapped. Toby had heard this sentence a lot. "Did you make me any tea?"

"No..."

Norah sighed. "Well, I guess I'll have to do without."

She sat down at the table and took out her phone. She scrolled through the messages there for a few minutes before looking up.

"Where is my tea?" she asked annoyedly.

"I thought you didn't want any, because you said..." Toby began, but was cut off by the sharp voice of Norah.

"I don't need excuses! Just do it! I made myself perfectly clear, I think."

So, Toby stood up and started preparing tea. Living with Norah had become... difficult. She used to be a sweet and caring girl, or at least that's how he remembered her. But now, she was constantly angry about everything. Ever since they moved in together, she had been getting angrier and angrier every day. Not to mention controlling. He even had the thought of breaking up with her because of it, but he had quickly discarded it again. They were together for so long now, and they were engaged. Not to mention that he didn't think he would find anyone else like her again...

"Toby! Where. Is. My. Fucking. Tea?" Her voice echoed through the apartment once more.

"Coming!" He replied while pouring hot water into a cup.

He put the kettle back on the stove and looked up at Norah. She was sitting there, glaring angrily at him.

"Here you go, sweety." Toby said in a calm voice, trying to soothe her mood.

"Right now, there is nothing sweet about me!" She snarled. "Just give me the damn tea."

"Okay..." Toby sighed and walked over to her, placing the cup next to her.

As Toby sat down on his chair, her eyes glared at him once more. "Don't you have anything better to do than sitting around? Did you already do the dishes?"

So, Toby sighed and went to do the dishes. On some days, it was really bad, and today was one of these days. It was probably his fault, though. If he just tried harder, she probably wouldn't be so angry all the time. He looked over to her, swiping on her phone while drinking the tea, and sighed. Still, in moments like these, he sometimes wished they had a different kind of relationship. There was nothing wrong with a dominant part in a relationship, if the other one still enjoyed it, but sometimes what they had felt just wrong. Besides, with her being angry all the time, their bedroom activity had pretty much come to a halt entirely.

His thoughts and wishes continued as he was working the soaped dishes in the sink. Perhaps he just needed to be a bit more confident. Yes. Perhaps that would help. He finished his work and got back to the kitchen, where Norah was already waiting for him.

"Took you long enough. Now, head to the garden, the lawn needs mowing." She commanded.

Toby was just about to follow her order, when he remembered he wanted to be more confident, so he replied: "I don't want to, sweety. Perhaps you could do it?"

Norah stared at him like he was an alien.

"What? That's a man's work!" she hissed.

"Then perhaps you need to be a man about it." Toby said, his voice a bit firmer now.

He would have expected about every reaction from Norah except the one she did: Obviously at a loss of words for a few moments, she finally said "Fine!" in an angry tone and stood up, walking to the garden. Toby was more than a bit surprised, and he followed her outside, sitting down in a garden chair, while Norah was getting the lawnmower.

As soon as she started it up, though, Norah started to change. The most obvious and immediate change was her height. While she had trouble handling the mower at first because she was just a bit short, that problem quickly solved itself, as she shot up at least a dozen centimeters. Moving the device forward became a lot easier, too, because her arms and legs packed on muscle mass quickly. She looked really ridiculous like that, with muscular arms and legs, but still her petite female torso in-between and her narrow girly head with the long blonde ponytail on top of it.

That was about to change, too, however. Her torso filled up with muscle while at the same time, her boobs receded into her body, leaving only a pretty masculine chest covered by a white t-shirt behind. Toby's mind told him to be disappointed by the loss of boobs, but he really wasn't. She looked good that way. Toby wasn't gay, but that firm chest got him excited pretty quickly. Perhaps he was bi, to some extend?

He got really curious of how Norah would look like if her face and the contents of her pants were male in anatomy as well. He didn't have to wait long for an answer. As if whatever magic that was changing her had noticed his thoughts, her face became somewhat more masculine. Her hair got shorter until it was a medium length male haircut, and sharp, somewhat masculine features became prevalent.

As her tight jeans transformed into a pair of long blue shorts made of nylon, Toby could see a small bulge forming in the front, clearly a sign of male anatomy. At the same time, Norah's butt grew larger and firmer, as it filled up with muscle.

Toby was really enjoying the view now. His dick had grown hard in his ...speedo? Toby took a double check. Yes, he was lying in the lawn chair only wearing a tight fitting speedo now, that was clearly showing his erection. However, Toby felt confident enough not to hide it! Why shouldn't he hide his hardon from his girlfriend? Was it even his girlfriend anymore or was it a boyfriend now? It didn't matter right now, and Toby continued to check out his own body. Unlike Norah's, his body had become a bit more compact, smoother, more elegant. He was probably even less muscular than before. What little strength remained was well hidden in a lean build, not a trace of bulging biceps. He made sure to keep his body always in his best condition, though. He shaved his chest and pubes every morning along with his face, to keep his smooth boyish charm, but there was more to him than that. Sure, his dick was on full display right now, the slightly above average length straining against the speedo, but his real asset was his juicy behind, an ass worthy of a gold star bottom like himself.

He turned back to the man mowing the lawn, shouting across: "Hey, Noah! Loose the shirt! And the shorts! I want to see your meat!"

'Noah'? Wasn't he called something else?

Noah shook his head to get rid of the distracting thought. Thinking had never been his strong side, no need to start with it now. He looked back to Tobias and answered in his considerably deeper voice than before: "Sure thing, boss!"

He started to pull off his shirt, which was getting more and more difficult along the way. His upper body continued to stack on muscle, and with each pound of muscle added, his intelligence diminished further, leaving him not much more than a drooling idiot once he had finished peeling his shirt off. He chuckled dumbly. He just loved to expose his muscular, hairy body, especially for his boss. As he pulled down his shorts, exposing his filled to the brim jockstrap underneath, as always in a state of arousal, as the wet patch from his precum on front of his underwear proved.

He had really been lucky to have met Tobias and got together with him. He was so smart, and he didn't mind thinking for the two of them. Noah knew fair well that he was dumb as a brick, but that didn't matter. He loved following orders, so his boss and him fit together like... something that fit together well.

"Yo, Noah. When you finished with the lawn, I need you to fill up a hole back here!"

Noah grinned. He understood that order (at least he was pretty sure about it) and his fat cock strained his jockstrap even more, as he got back to mowing.

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I shouldn't have opened my mouth. All I had to do was just walk away, and I'd have been fine. Now, It takes 3 showers a day, and a can of Axe a week, just to control the apocalyptic funk of athlete that pours from my pits... and feet... ok, ok I just stink, ok?! And its all because I tried to stop Pops, a local Gym Owner, from bullying one of his regulars.

The massive man was absolutely raging, as he berated a Jock for skipping sessions, despite the young man explaining desperately that he couldn't miss any more assignments or he'd lose his scholarship. It didn't seem to quell Pops's anger, as I watched the man drag the boy to a bench, and force him to lift rep after rep, until the Jock was panting, begging for a break, promising not to miss any more sessions. 

I'd been walking on the treadmill the whole time, and decided to get involved. My first mistake. Walking up to Pops, I cleared my throat, and told him to lay off, that clearly the Jock was exhausted. Pops grabbed my collar and hoisted me up off the ground, before I could react, his face nearly against mine as he went off, first about my nosing about, then about how ridiculously thin I am. I stammered, my legs dangling, until Pops put me down, and smirked.

"You know, a little meat on those bones wouldn't hurt. Maybe with a few pounds, those big, sweaty dawgs you've got wouldn't look so clownish!"

My jaw dropped, a squirmed under his gaze, as a shiver went down my spine, and a dull, warm itch began in my feet. I don't know where he'd gotten the idea that my feet were clownish, I'm 5'7" with size 9.5s! But suddenly, my sneakers felt cramped, warm, with a dull humid dampness making it feel as if I'd stuffed my foot into a wet towel.

Then, I groaned, as a sharp pain shot down my ankles, and my sneakers burst open, revealing wide, reeking Jock-feet, at least size 13. A dense funk rose, and I gagged, the intense reek of Athlete poured from my torn shoes. Pops laughed heartily, then sneered. 

"And those pits! You'd think with hairy, sweaty pits like those, you'd be top of the roster! Not even Big Billy has pits as bad as yours! There's a bull inside you, just waiting to come out!"

Again, that cold shiver ran down my back, and my armpits felt as if fire ants were biting them. Hundreds of itchy bumps formed, then, hair sprouted, filling in and dampening until the stink of the locker room oozed out from them. I whimpered as I caught the scent. Looking up at Pops, I begged.

"Please! Don't do this! You gotta undo this! I'm not a Jock!"

Pops laughed, taking both my shoulders in his massive rough hands, and pushed me down onto a bench, taking my arms and forcing them up onto the bar. My pits were fully on display as he growled.

"Lift. Don't stop until I come back, or those pits and feet will be the least of your worries."

I believed him, and tried to pull the bar down, barely moving the weights. Pops facepalmed, moved to a backpack next to a mountainous young brute lifting what had to be the weight of a small car. He fished out a protein shake, pressed the nozzle to my lips, and forced me to guzzle a few mouthfuls, pulling it away as I heard my stomach gurgle. 

I hiccuped, then burped, as my body seemed to warm, sweat forming, soaking down my shirt. Then, muscle began to swell under my skin, not huge, round bulk, but enough to look as if I'd been hitting the gym for several months, not days. When it settled, I must've gained 10 lbs, all of it hard muscle. When I pulled the bar down this time, it wasn't easy, but I wasn't lifted off the seat this time. Again and again I tested my new size, and Pops grinned. giving my thicker shoulder a punch. 

"I'll make an athlete out of you yet. Like it or not, you're gonna be one of Pops's boys! No one mouth's off to pop, unless they've earned it here at my gym! got it!"

I wanted to be defiant, to insult him, or run, but the look in his eye told me if I so much as thought about leaving, I'd be waddling out of here, sideways through the door, looking like the Behemoth that Pops had taken the shake from! I gulped, looked down, and forced myself to lift. Maybe if Pops is happy, he'll at least tone down the absolute fog of stink that screams, "Big Dumb Jock" from a mile away!

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The store was crowded which wasn't a surprise given it was the day before Thanksgiving. Ian scolded himself while maneuvering through the crowds of other shoppers to get what he needed. He should have come to the store days ago, or at least earlier in the morning. Rather than putting it off till this afternoon when the store was especially crowded.

He just needed one more item to get for his family's dinner and then he could head to check out. Turning the corner into one aisle he was glad to see this area was pretty much void of people. It made it easy for him to grab the last item he needed so he could finally leave this crowded store. 

On his way to the check out Ian could see a few free sample tables set up along the bakery and deli section of the store. Since Ian was ready to get out of here he didn't bother to stop by any of them. When he walked by the last table he did pause when he smelt something good.

"Care for a free sample son?" The older man asked. 

The guy towered over Ian in height and size too. But given how thin Ian was that wasn't too surprising. The guy held out a plate of some sort of miniature pie. Ian wasn't really a fan of pies, but these small ones did smell really good. Especially upclose like he was now standing in front of the table. 

"What is this exactly?" Ian ended up asking while he took one off the plate.

"Oh it's a new item we started selling for the holidays." The guy tells him.

"This is our Thanksgiving one. As for what it tastes like, I'll let you be the judge of that." The guy finished saying with a smile.

Ian felt like something was weird about this. The guy seemed like he knew something Ian didn't and he was eagerly anticipating whatever that was. Something told Ian to just excuse himself and leave for the checkout. However the smell of the samples the guy was offering became too enticing for him not to eat one. 

He ate the one he picked off the plate, he closed his eyes and tried not to moan over how good the treat tasted. He couldn't really describe what all flavors he tasted, he just knew that this was one the best things he had eaten in awhile. He collects himself a moment later and tells the guy how good that is. Before he could say much else  his phone dings letting him know he is late.

"Shoot, I gotta go." He says. 

His voice came out a little rough sounding. Making Ian pause to clear his throat. He walks off from the sample table. The employee watched as Ian left, a knowing smirk spread on the older man's face. 

Ian drummed his fingers along the handle of the buggy while waiting in a long line to self check out his groceries. He licked his lips, bristles of scruff tinkling his tongue. He pauses and sticks his tongue out to lick over his upper lip. Feeling wiry hairs from the gesture. Odd, he thought. Hadn't he shaved a few days ago? No way would his beard have grown out this thick since then.

He brings his hand up and rubs it along his face. Sure enough he has a full beard that scratches against the palm of his hand as he rubs it. Part of him is confused by his new beard, but also finds it kinda hot to have one like this. He would take his phone out to see how he looks. But he becomes distracted when he sees his hand visibly grow in size. 

His eyes widened having seen his small hand and thin fingers slowly bulging in size. Watching as each one of his five digits on his hand thicken like sausages while his hand gets larger. Ian quickly hides his larger hand while trying to keep his composure. His arm tickles with his arm hair growing thicker. Forcing him to look at his hairy hair as it now doubles in size. 

Ian watched in strange fascination. His arm getting thicker reaching up to his biceps, feeling as it softens and also gains a little muscle to it. Forcing his shirtsleeve to strain with how it's grown.

The young man can't help but think how funny he must look with this larger arm on his smaller body. That is quick to change though as the rest of him slowly starts to change. Ian can't focus really as he becomes overwhelmed in a haze of confusion and arousal over the metamorphosis. Feeling his nipples get larger and sag a bit while his belly bulges outwards into a large gut. His shirt riding up his engorged belly and Ian worries he must be causing a scene. 

Though it looks like no one is paying him any attention. His clothes feel so constricting around his growing size. He grunts in a deep voice wanting nothing more than to strip naked. Not only ro get this too snug fitting clothes off but so he could properly explore his new hefty size. 

He can't help thinking he must look ridiculous with these too-small clothes on his larger form. Then again it could be hot, as a way to show off just how big he is now than he used to be. Especially with how his belly pokes out from his shirt. Which he can't help but rub a bit while standing there in line. Becoming so engrossed he doesn't realize how the line has moved so it's his turn now.

When he sees it's his turn  he is quick to check out his groceries. After paying he goes to leave the store. Ian is eager to get home so he can properly explore his new body. Walking out the door the employee at the entrance checking receipts is the one Ian met at the sample table. Ian stares at the guy after giving him his receipt. His mind races with so many questions but doesn't ask any of them. The man writes something on the back of Ian's receipt and hands it back to him.

"See you later." Is all the guy says and winks.

Ian hurries off, getting to his car he quickly puts his groceries away and gets into the driver seat. Looking at the receipt now he sees the guy wrote his number on it. Ian smiles to himself because he will be giving the guy a call later. 

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Trophy Husband

"That's your boyfriend?" Charlie knew exactly where this was going. He had just shown Linda, a good friend of his, a picture of his boyfriend Theodore, and she already made 'the face'.

"But isn't he..." she began and trailed off, probably searching for a way to phrase it nicely.

Charlie could have helped her, as he knew exactly what she was going to say, but he let her suffer.

"... Perhaps a tiny bit older than you?"

It was true, and Charlie couldn't even be mad at Linda for pointing it out. He would probably have done so, too, if he were in her shoes. The fact was that Theodore was indeed older than Charlie, and not just a bit. With his forty-six years, he was more than twice as old as 21 year old Charlie, and could definitely pass as his father.

"I know."

Charlie knew it, and Linda knew it too. Even though Charlie loved Theodore dearly, he knew what people would think about them. People often assumed that an older man would take advantage of a younger one - that Charlie was kind of a trophy boyfriend for Theodore.

"But it's nothing weird. We're just in love, that's all."

Charlie could tell Linda was not convinced, but forced a smile and nodded, congratulating him on his new relationship.

Later, at dinner with his boyfriend, Charlie told Theodore about his encounter with Linda.

"You know, it's so weird to talk to my friends about us. They all assume that you are some kind of weirdo, or I am just a trophy boyfriend for you. Sometimes I hate that I'm so young compared to you." Charlie said, with a twinge of unhappiness.

Theodore smiled warmly and put his hand on Charlie's knee.

"Well, they couldn't be more wrong. I genuinely love you my dear. You're the only person that matters to me, and you always will be."

Charlie felt his heart melting, and he leaned over the table to kiss his boyfriend.

"Besides, what's wrong with being young? You're so energetic and good looking. Look at me, I have wrinkles already, and my hair is graying. I'm stuck in a boring dead-end office job, and I know that nobody would hire me anymore. I really do wish to be as young as you are again.", he adds with a tender smile.

"You shouldn't. Being young isn't so great. Nobody takes me seriously because I look like I just finished school. And talking about jobs: I can't find a good job either, because everyone is looking for the twenty year old with ten years of experience now. It's ridiculous. I wish I could just magically leave that all behind me and be as old as you. Then nobody would think of us as a weird couple."

After this heart-to-heart, both men grew silent.

Theodore felt weird. The conversation had a strange weight that still resonated between the two of them. Did he really look that old? He stood up and went over to the large mirror in his living room. Sure, he had some wrinkles, and his hair and beard were graying, but it wasn't so bad, right?

He went with his hand over his wrinkles and stretched his skin. Surprisingly enough, once he removed his hand, his skin stayed exactly like that - no more wrinkles, only firm skin. It gave his face a youthful impression he had long lost. It didn't stop there, though. Like a bushfire, the firm skin extended from the point where he touched it outward, quickly stretching out all the wrinkles in his face. The skin cleaned up in the process, as it stretched and firmed.

His hair, too, changed. All the little gray hairs that had appeared over the years returned to their original black color - a process most notably in his stubbly beard that grew more impressive by the minute before suddenly disappearing completely, leaving his chin clean-shaven.

As the transformation spread downward, Theodore hurried to get out of his shirt, to have a better look.

His belly that had turned slightly flabby shrank and became fitter, as did his ass. His biceps grew thicker and his pecs bigger, while his legs became more muscular. All the extra weight he had gained throughout the years seemed to simply melt away, as if he had spent the last decades in a strict fitness program.

Theodore regarded himself in the mirror with a proud smile on his face. Not only did he look fitter, but also younger. His chest hair disappeared just like his beard hat, leaving behind only a muscular and young well-groomed chest worthy of a movie star. His trousers shortened and turned into a completely white pair of shorts, with a generous bulge growing in them. Theodore gave it a squeeze, amazed by the amount of cockmeat he had gained. He could feel himself getting hard just by looking at his reflection. Theodore's eyes turned a bright blue, and blonde dyed highlights appeared in his hair.

Theo shook his head and smirked. He was just looking awesome, as always. And also as always, he was feeling really horny!

He cupped his bulge as he turned around.

Charlie was watching from behind him in awe. What had just happened? He had watched Theodore transform into a young muscular bodybuilder. That couldn't be right!

Still, Charlie himself felt a weird tingling sensation in his body. Fine little hair grew all over him, itching as it did so. Charlie, too got rid of his shirt and pants, standing only in boxers, to watch what was going on. His chest was quickly filled with short brown hairs that continued down in a treasure trail to disappear into his boxers. Underneath the hair, however, his body firmed up considerably. He, too, grew fitter and more muscular than he had before, but it was a different kind of body from the one Theodo- wait, that felt wrong. Charlie frowned and tried the thought again. It was a different kind of body from the one Theo had. Better. It was a product of years of willpower and work, not the easily malleable flesh of youth. That was a body he had worked on for decades!

Charlie watched the hair on his chest turn gray, as he looked down on himself with his usual stern look. It was just his standard way of looking, a fact that made most of his subordinates feel uneasy. Being the CEO of a multi-million dollar company left hardly any time for smiling or all this nonsense. He had to exert authority at every time.

His hair became shorter, styled into a perfect and expensive cut, as their color turned the same silver as his body hair. He touched his face with his weathered, strong hands, feeling the wrinkles all the stress and years of his live have brought him. Sometimes, Charles asked himself if he was getting old. But no. With his 49 years, he was still perfectly in control. He had money, power and authority, and still a great body. And contrary to popular believe, money could buy happiness.

He looked over to his husband Theo, who was busy admiring himself in the mirror again. He was half his age, and dumb as a brick. He would never succeed in live, but he didn't need to. All he needed to do was look good on Charles' side, keep his body in check and present his ass every time Charles' python, which was growing hard in the tight underwear that were once boxer shorts, needed release.

He didn't need to decide or think. Charles' was the one paying the bills and Charles' was the one in control here. Theo was just his trophy husband - and both were very happy with that.

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I’ve come to you with a favor to ask. I a, an artist, I draw lots of stuffs, but recently, I’ve had an issue finding good anatomical references. I would really like if the world could be populated with a lot LOT more bears, bimbos and daddies, it’s so hard finding good first account references for them.

Even better if they are open to be naked in front of me, for ARTISTIC purpose of course!

Thank you and happy to see you back!

A massive bearish genie appears next to you while you draw and slaps an amulet down on the face of your tablet. It’s shaped like a spiked cockring, with a scintillating crystal in the middle that sparkles even without light on it. “Keep that on your person at all times, boy,” the genie instructs you, then he vanishes.

The next time you go out, you have the amulet pinned on your backpack strap. You watch as first one man, then another, catches a flash of light off the crystal and starts to bulk up. As all the men around you turn into thick, hairy musclestuds of all ages and kinds, they start to impulsively strip and pose, revealing slutty jockstraps and leather harnesses that their old selves certainly weren’t wearing.

“Bro! Please! Draw my hot bod!” a bulky himbo calls to you.

“Boy! I’m a fuckin’ art piece!” says a thick daddy, his chest invisible under silver hair.

“Hey, nice pendant, lil dude,” says a naked bear. You’re so distracted by his cock pressing against your middle that you don’t notice that he’s grabbed the amulet off your backpack. A glitter of light flashes against your eyes, and you suddenly feel your clothes getting too tight. Who needs lame clothes, anyway? Your big muscles deserve to be seen in their full glory! You just wish there was someone around to draw you.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

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Hey himbo_mkr wish i could let myself be free more and be a himbo that is slutty and hairy that has fun 24/7 with anyone or at any time please

You’re sitting on the beach, trying to focus on a book and avoid being noticed by anyone, when your phone pings. It’s a reply from that AI chatbot you were talking with about your insecurities.

Himbo_mkr: But bro, you’re, like, so confident! That’s what people love about you, that you totally have no inhibitions!

You feel a sudden swell of unfamiliar confidence. You feel good. You want to show off. You throw your book to the side and get up. You’ve been wasting the day when you could be the centre of attention on this beach! You whip off your shirt and start to strut down the sand, feeling up your body and preening at the wolf whistles you receive.

Himbo_mkr: Yeah bro, all the guys love seeing that hairy bod of yours in the open!

Suddenly, your fingers encounter thick curls as they run across your pecs. Weren’t you…? Nah, it doesn’t matter, all this hair is sexy as fuck. You lift your arms to show off the forests in your pits, feeling your cock getting hard in your sweats as even more people stare at you. Too bad you’ll need a few hours to rest and recharge once you and a guy get down and dirty in the sand.

Himbo_mkr: Idk what you were worried about, bro, you spend so much of your time boning that you probably think with your cock.

You suddenly collapse to the sand as your cock surges to full hardness. You rut lewdly into the air, moaning. You need to get some action right now. A group of bros in well-packed speedos walk by, catcalling you. You stick your tongue out at them invitingly. There’s enough of them, they could probably satisfy you for a few hours until you need to go find a party where you can find more fuckbuddies.

Want to chat with the Himbo Maker? He loves to twist your words, so be careful what you're asking for.

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Cosmic Change: From Captain to Jock (Requested by Anonymous)

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Electric

If Peter hadn’t touched the hammer once, he probably wouldn’t have got an electric shock. His right hand was still smoking a little, the material of his superhero suit didn’t seem to have taken the contact very well. Peter’s whole body tickled and little sparks danced across the red suit.

Suddenly, however, it became tight in the suit. Tighter than usual. Peter looked down at himself, but it wasn’t the suit that was getting tighter. It was his own body pressing against the fabric, his muscles pulsating and getting bigger and bigger until the first sounds of tearing fabric could be heard. But as if by magic, the remnants rearranged themselves until Peter was first wearing a yellow muscle shirt. Something tickled the back of his neck. His brown hair grew longer and blonder. His arms grew thicker. His chest got bigger, his figure mightier and stronger.

Peter gasped as his face changed. His features shifted, he lost a few years, made up for by a certain prominent jawline. His smooth chin and cheeks were covered by a blond beard. The same hair appeared on his chest. The yellow muscle shirt changed into something that resembled a costume. Only it showed much more than it normally did.

A mirror appeared in front of Peter and he couldn’t help it: he let his muscles play, enjoyed the rise and fall of his chest, the wandering veins under his skin. He simply chuckled. Peter the hero disappeared more and more. Pete, the simple mind, who wanted to be bigger and stronger than Thor, took control. “Fuck yeah, Pete’s in the house!”

This is a short story that came into my mind as I was messing around with an AI picture generator. 🙈

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So Skinny

“Damn man,” he said with a sad look on his face in that new accented voice of his, “I’m so fucking skinny now!”

“Well Jeff, you said you were tired of being fat, said you wanted to lose weight, so I gave you what you wanted…” I replied with a smirk. You know us Jinn’s, we love to fuck up mortal’s wishes for our own perverse amusement.

“Hornthlmyr,” the now much younger mortal said, trying to say my name as best he could, “You know damned well this wasn’t what I meant.” He looked down at his lean young body, “I wanted to still be me, just less fat. Not some skinny ass Hispanic kid!”

I shrugged, “Well, you should have been more specific in your wish then. I can’t help it if you’re not exact on what you want.”

He was getting angry now, I could tell. I love it when mortals get angry – not like they can do anything to us, it’s just fun to rile them up like that.

“Fine, whatever, I still have two wishes, yeah?” He said bluntly.

I nodded, “Yep, thems the terms. So what do you want next?” I said, crossing my arms, waiting for the next way I could fuck this dude over.

“What I want… is to be myself, just leaner.” He growled in a low tone, or as best he could with his younger higher pitched voice.

“OK, done!” I said, waving my hand. Suddenly the shorts he was wearing started to slip off his now even narrower waist. He caught them just before they slid off completely and tightened the belt as best he could.

“Shit! What the fuck man!” he screeched, “I’m still this kid, and… FUCK… I’m even skinnier!” He looked up at me with daggers in his eyes, “You mother fucker, make all this shit right, right the fuck now!”

I cocked my head to the side and smirked, “OK, you got it.” and I waved my hand again.

He looked up at me and smiled, “Oh hells yeah man, fuck yeah. Damn, this shit is nice. Fuckin nice, homes!” He began to feel all over his lean young Hispanic body, “Orale! I’m fuckin jacked, yo! Hells yeah! Fuck, Horn-dude – This is fucking perfect, guey!”

I smirked and nodded as he continued to explore his young athletic and very skinny Latino body, “Yeah, I had a feeling you’d like it… Well, I’m off. Enjoy your new life man. Peace out!” and I vanished into the aether once more, waiting for the next dumb mortal to call on my services again.

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College Command Curse

It wasn't a spam call but a spam text, which Bryson knew was much rarer. The message itself was also much more ominous than he was expecting. "For the next week, you will be unable to resist any and all commands spoken to you, no matter how frivolous they are." The texter then sent a FAQ page of all things, explaining to Bryson that if someone commanded him to gain muscle, for example, his body would be forced to obey and the muscles would grow. It was later clarified that commands like these did not happen instantaneously, but they did happen fast. He tried texting back to see if this was a wrong number or some kind of joke, but all of his texts didn't go through.

He brushed it off at first, not believing a simple text had the power to curse him. And besides, he didn't hit the gym, he hated going out in public in general, and most of the people he talked to were online, so the curse wouldn't activate anyways. About an hour or so later, Bryson's mom called, and so he naturally answered the phone. Only it wasn't his mom. "Stay shirtless at home," said one of those robotic voices fed through some type of machine. They hung up immediately after saying that, and Bryson wondered who would go through all the trouble to spoof his mom's phone number.

However, he had other things to worry about as he found himself taking off his shirt. "Hey, what's going on!?" he said to himself, as he was seemingly unable to stop himself from taking off his shirt. Try as he might, he was soon shirtless at home, and he couldn't put the shirt back on either. He could hold them in his hand, but some kind of weird force was preventing him from actually putting it on. "What the heck is going on here?" Bryson asked himself. The research he did led him nowhere, and his online friends were no help either.

Thankfully, for the next few days, Bryson was able to stay home and avoid speaking to anyone in-person. However, he was taking hybrid courses, which meant he had to go to the classroom on Friday to take a test, the day the curse was set to wear off. He tried to scurry across campus as fast as he could, hoodie on and head down. However, some people on campus who Bryson barely recognized apparently knew about his curse.

"I command you to no longer be ashamed about your body," said one of his female classmates, which Bryson actually found to be a bit nice. He had always felt shame over how his body looked, as he had been much skinnier than most of his peers. But now he felt comfortable in his body, and thankfully he was allowed to put on a shirt after stepping out of his house. The next command, though, wasn't one that Bryson enjoyed too much.

"I command you to have blonder hair," said one of the jocks on campus who had barely paid Bryson any attention the past four years. He took out his phone camera and watched as his brown hair got infused with some blonde highlights. It was a bit weird that someone just commanding that caused it to happen, and Bryson picked up the speed, trying to get to class before some more dramatic changes took place.

"I command you to be much more gregarious," said one of Bryson's fellow nerds, someone who knew how to use that word correctly. Bryson swore under his breath as he felt the changes taking place. His neck was forced into the upward position and a smile was plastered all over his face now. He waved at most of his fellow students, but thankfully, this command didn't cause him to automatically make a whole bunch of new friends on campus, so he could still rush to the classroom.

"Hey, Bry, I command you to wear some better clothing, brah!" Unfortunately for Bryson, since that command came from another jock on campus, Bryson's clothes changed to reflect the jock's views of "better." It included a backwards baseball cap and a t-shirt instead of the button-down he had been wearing. Bryson's khakis also changed into basketball shorts, and he felt his boxers change into a jockstrap as well. Even his shoes and socks changed, his dress socks and Sperrys becoming white ankle socks and Vans. He had thankfully reached the building his class was in now, but even before he got to the room, he fell victim to another command.

"I command you to look like a jock," said another one of his female classmates. Bryson was definitely freaking out now, as with every step he took, his muscles continued to grow and grow. By the time he had reached the classroom, he looked like a stereotypical jock on campus. He had nice squishy pecs that admittedly didn't protrude from his chest that much. His arms were also a bit less muscular than some other jocks, although his bicep peaks were lemon-sized now and definitely much bigger than they were before. He had a six-pack of abs, although not as chiseled as some of the other jocks' were. His legs got a bit more toned as well, and his ass was no longer as flat as it used to be.

Everybody noticed Bryson's change into a jock, but thankfully for him, he heard no commands while taking the test. He had studied quite a bit for this test, but he was so nervous and freaking out over the fact that someone could just command something of him at any time and it would be forced to happen that he didn't do as well on the test as he knew he could have, forgetting things he knew he had studied and messing some things up too. Thankfully, his teacher didn't grade them immediately after he handed them in, and he rushed out of the room, not wanting to hear any commands for the rest of the day.

The curse was set to wear off in a few hours, if it actually was a week that he had been cursed by the weird text. He had actually made it inside of his dorm when a group of students walked by. Bryson, and the rest of the students on campus, knew them as the himbos, the male bimbos, and unfortunately for Bryson, they had some commands for him. "I command you to be a dumb himbo slut, teeheehee!"

"Yeah, like, I command you to love working out and, like, getting swole, brah, eheheh!"

"I command you to, like, love having sex with other guys, especially, like, guys like us, eheheh!"

"I command you to, like, not worry about school and, like, only focus on working out and having sex, brah, eheheh!"

"Yeah, and, like, I command you to be, like, shirtless whenever possible, teeheehee!" Bryson then took his shirt off again mindlessly, but this time he was doing it with a smile on his face as the many aspects of becoming a himbo were becoming a part of his personality now. He was freaking out at the very beginning as his intelligence was being drained out of him and he gained some new hobbies and interests a bit forcefully. However, he soon had a dumb and goofy grin on his face as he realized just how much he loved working out and having sex with guys, especially guys like the hot group standing in front of him.

"Like, OMG, brahs, can I, like, join you guys at the club, eheheh?"

"Like, yeah, sure things, brah!" they all said, as Bryson began living his new life as a himbo. Instead of being found in the classroom, he could be found in the gym or in the bedroom. He never did find out that it was one of his academic rivals who had set up this entire thing, using his technology skills, his large bank account, and his great-grandmother's book of curses to make sure that he had no competition and would be valedictorian when the time came.

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Late Rent

I hate sharing a wall with my landlord. A thin wall at that. We can hear everything the other does at all hours of the night. It was bad enough before I couldn’t afford this month’s rent.

Now, think about how weird it’s like being on the other side of the wall. I couldn’t afford to get evicted, so Alexis struck me a deal. In exchange for a month in my body, he’d spot rent. I didn’t think he was being serious, so I accepted. Before I could speak my vision blacked out. I was staring at my own face. I grimaced at the smell of his cologne wafting up into my nostrils. My hands reached up to my face and felt a wooly beard tangling itself in my fingers. I was trapped in the body of my landlord, Alexis.

Are all Greek dudes this hairy?

I didn’t realize he was such a furball till after we swapped. I spent an hour staring at myself in the mirror in his apartment. His chain is buried in the chest hair that’s bursting from my dress shirt. God I feel so old. Don’t get me started on his ass hair. It’s like 2 large globes attached to my backside covered in a forest of black fur.

I’ve heard everything through the wall as well. From him admiring my body in the mirror, to his first time jerking off. Tonight I guess he figured out how to work the hookup apps on my phone. It was 10pm and I heard grunting from next door. Soon I heard my own voice groaning obnoxiously. “FUCK ME DADDY!”

I groaned in his deep voice. For an hour I heard him scream obscene things, cringing over how my body must have looked just one wall over. By the time we switched back, I was going to have quite the reputation in town. I scratched my bushy beard and sipped the beer I opened from his fridge.

At 11pm I had had it. He had enough fun. I pounded on the wall. “Quiet! I’m trying to sleep here!” The voice that came out was deep and thick in his accent.

Through the drywall I heard, “sheesh, is that your landlord?”

“Yeah,” my voice responded. “He’s always grumpy.”

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The moment the necklace fell around his neck, Jacob knew something was off. His head started to spin, but instead of panicking, he felt a grin spread across his face. His toughts slowed down as he slowly started to unbutton his nerdy shirt. His pale, featureless torso swirled with color; a tan started to spread across his skin, while lines of ink started to create numerous amounts of tattoos all across his body.

His braces fell out of his mouth, on the way down turning into sets of jewelry, an earring, nipple piercings, and some rings.

At the same time, his tongue started to feel uncomfortable trapped behind his now pearly whites. It started to creep out of his mouth for increasingly longer periods of time, until he was almost always sticking it out of his mouth.

While his face slowly restructured itself and cleaned up the acne and pimples, his body began to swell. His pecs started to balloon, which in turn he began to absentmindedly bounce. His flubby stomach sucked in, leaving behind a perfect row of abs and deep cumgutters. His shoulders broadened while his back straightened out. His legs were growing slightly at the same time, so he immediately appeared much taller. His arms flexed, the muscle almost pouring in as they inflated. His hands cracked as his boney fingers and unkempt nails filled out and cleaned up respectively.

Next up were his now longer legs, which tensed as the quads exploded. His tighty whities strained against his new muscular thighs, but things were just getting started.

A low moan escaped the once squeaky voice boy. His tight briefs slowly began to tear as both his subpar dick and flat ass started to grow. His glutes filled out and kept a respectable and very noticable bounce, while his little nub grew into a large, but soft 8 inch rod with massive balls to match. He wasn't soft for long as his bulge began to slowly stick outwards. Being a shower not much changed but his poor underwear didn't survive the onslaught of new meat filling it, and it ripped apart and fell around his feet.

The feet in question began to clench. His formal step-ins begain to strain against the slowly growing feet. His measly size 7 grew. Size 8, his feet were pressing uncomfortably hard against the hard leather.

Size 9, loud stretching noises erupted from his shoes.

Size 10, the first tear appeared.

Size 11, his toes burst through the hard leather.

Size 12, the top of the shoes flew off

Size 13, the only remnants of the shoes were the pieces of hard leather scattered around the floor.

As soon as his feet were free from their hard leather confines, a subtle tinge swept around the room. The subtlety quickly passed as it became strong enough to invade anyones nostrils at close proximity. The same stench quickly started to pour out from underneath his arms and his groin, which only increased the intensity of the smell.

Jack, as he was now called, looked down at a black cap that was on the bench next to him in the fitting room and put it on his head. Immediately, his head became even foggier. Drool slowly dripped from the side of his mouth, while his eyes rolled back. Every ounce of knowledge he had attained through the years started to drip out of his mouth. Simultaneously, his preppy quiff started to recede into his head, leaving only a short jocky cut.

As a finish, a small bit of scruff appeared around the jocks face, a bit along his chin and some above his lip. Jack licked his lips and grinned at the mirror.

"Fuckin tight broo..." he smirked and turned the cap around and grabbed his phone. He started filming himself, sticking out his tongue to the camera. He couldn't help but laugh at how amazing he looked. He sent the snap to an account named "Big Bae❤️" and felt his cock twitch. He ran a hand across his bubblebutt and softly moaned. He couldn't wait to get home to his boyfriend and let him pound his brains out. Well, what was left of them.

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Phase 5

The brothers attended yet another world premiere, not that they needed to. The previous stint in the superhero genre had left one rich beyond a care, though he was ever humble and gracious, and the other was a minor celebrity of sorts now. After sampling the small batch tequilas and mezcals with romantic sounding labels, it was time for the usual red carpet exchange of lucrative photos for continued fame. The brothers noted that so many, maybe all of the photographers wore little mouse silhouette pins. Is everyone here hired by The Company? they thought privately. Feeling a little overheated and somewhat blinded by the combination of the California sunshine and ever-present, high powered flashbulbs, they left the red carpet, made their way into the theater, and found their seats.

The first act hadn’t even finished when one leaned over and whispered

“Hey, I feel really off. I’ve been sweating through my tux since we sat down, maybe before…”

“Me too! I think it was those drinks! Or the Lights… Also… my- my… ‘down there’ feels like its being strangled in these pants. Bathroom?”

“Same, kinda. Bathroom.” the other concurred.

They ducked low in the dim theater, bent over and jogged to the back, keeping up the brisk pace in the lobby, with hands over faces in case of the stray paparazzi ready to turn even a simple bathroom break into a clickbait gossip article of actors and studios having a falling out. They filed one after the other into the bathroom. “Holy shit, something’s really wrong! My dick feels trapped in these pants!” said one as he fumbled to open his blue slacks. “Yeah, feeling a little tight myse… what the fuck, bro…”

Finally out of the darkened theater and now under the harsh lights of the bathroom, their eyes adjusted and they could see each other. If not for sitting next to each other, the quick escape, and a lingering facial similarity, neither would have believed the man next to him was the brother they had grown up with, even if now to any stranger, these men were obviously siblings.

“Bro, your skin…”

“We’re- we’re not w-, I mean, are we Mex…?”

“Oh, fuck my cock!” The spatial needs of one brother interrupted their shock, and a pair of blue slacks were shoved down to reveal a lush, shiny, black bush with a tremendously wide cock jutting out from it, and fuzzed nuts hanging low beneath. As if the more than doubled girth wasn’t enough of a surprise, its color had changed to deep olive tone, and most surprising, the tip was hidden by a delicate sheath of foreskin, which even while hard, wasn’t retracted, and managed to extend slightly beyond the unchanged length of the organ. The other brother exposed his own member, matching in most new details, except it was only greatly thicker than before, and not as jaw-breakingly insurmountable as his brother’s.

The pair turned to the full length mirrors affixed to the walls, gawking at both of their faces, but mostly their crotches. The snouted ends, bursting forth from inky, dark nests were wet as pre had collected and begun to overflow from the enclosed tips. The brothers reached down to timidly grasp, and pull back the unfamiliar covering of every man’s favorite toy. Moist, firm, dark strawberry heads, bloomed and revealed themselves, seeming to growing even thicker once free of their hoods, as the brothers moaned in pleasure from the totally new sensation of nerve-rich skin sliding over unrecognizable but familiar glands. Teetering on the brink of orgasm, their new purple flared organs throbbed at the freedom of the cool air, pushing them over the edge.

It was convenient that these sorts of movies were now usually 2.5 hours long, as it took their bodies nearly the remainder of the run time to expel the copious genetic material of the brothers. Each pulse expelled the evidence of how they entered this world. Each rope, a dying, drying testament to the “All American” looks which had been rewritten. They eventually slowed and stopped their whitewashing of the bathroom. The new, never before but undoubtedly handsome men snuck out of the theater, abandoned the eye catching car they had arrived in, since they were not confident the valet would give a random gorgeous stranger a celebrity’s car even with the ticket, and began the two hour hike to the Hollywood hills and a secluded home.

Sweaty, carnally exhausted, and confused, they made their way into the property where one called his agent and manager to explain the impossible and plead for help on what to do next.

-

Back at HQ, the Division Head rubbed his bald head as he reviewed the pictures taken by the his team on the red carpet.They had done well and captured that special moment.

He was happy with the results. They would approach their former headliner with a new project, one that centered on a Meso-American captain, but of course, at a much lower salary. He was confident the actor would sign, especially if he ever wanted to be called ‘Chris’ instead of ‘Cristobal’ ever again. The fact that they had accidentally snagged his brother in the process only made The Company’s position stronger. In fact, the brother might even be amenable to remaining in his new state, if offered the right roles, and ensuring The Company yet another loyal actor.

He picked up the next file on the Australian. Perhaps soju this time, he thought to himself.

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Tim the Frat Boy

Tim was a bit of an introvert and never really felt like he fit in with the popular crowd. He often wished he could be more attractive, but never thought it could actually happen.

One day, while walking home from school, Tim stumbled upon an old, mysterious lamp. Without thinking, he rubbed it and out popped a genie.

"I am the genie of the lamp," said the genie. "I can grant you one wish."

Excited by the opportunity, Tim quickly said, "I wish to be more attractive."

The genie nodded and with a puff of smoke, Tim was transformed. But as he looked in the mirror, he realized something had gone horribly wrong. He now had massive pecs and a jock-like appearance, but his intelligence had been greatly reduced.

"Bro, what the heck happened to me?" Tim exclaimed, smacking his new fat tits. “I can’t leave the house like this! I look like a freak!”

"You wished to be more attractive," said the genie. "You should always be careful for what you wish for, as it may not be what you truly want."

Tim's new appearance drew the attention of the popular crowd at school, but not in a good way. They teased him relentlessly, calling him the “dumbest boy in school”. And it was for good reason too.

Tim struggled to express himself properly - unable to finish a sentence without a vacant ‘bro’ or ‘bruh’. His grades dropped from straight As to straight Ds. His former friends felt bad for the ape of a man, staying after class to tutor him. But no matter how hard Tim tried, he could never focus long enough to learn anything. All he could do was sit back, smell his stink and unknowingly drool on his pecs.

Tim begged the genie to change him back, but the genie told him that the wish was permanent. Tim is now stuck in his hulking ape body for the rest of eternity.

Tim had always wanted to be a doctor but now a job in construction was looking a lot more likely - at least he’ll blend in because of the smell.

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Every year on Christmas the Johnson house always made a big deal of the holiday. It had become a tradition for there family to try and have the best time of year they could. Both there children Tim and Heather loved the holidays in there home. Even after Tim grew up and moved out he made it his priority to come down and spend Christmas with his family.

Shortly after Tim had turned 23 though, both his parents passed away in a fatal car accident and he was left to take care of his 9 year old sister by himself. He stayed with her as much as possible but couldn’t always be at her side because of work. He didn’t make much money so he struggled to make ends meet to take care of the both of them. It was hard for him, especially since this was there first Christmas without there parents and he didn’t even know how to raise a kid yet. He knew he couldn’t leave her side though so he did what he could do.

They kept their living room decorated like any normal person would decorate for the holidays. There were stockings hung from the mantle, a Christmas tree in the corner with all the lights on and there was garland wrapped around the corners of the room. His apartment was fairly small so going all out was hard but he did the best he could do. He worked really hard to try and keep the tradition alive for his sister but he knew it just wasn’t the same without there parents. He hoped that maybe next year she would be able to get excited about Christmas again.

Tim had barely gotten off another long shift at work and had barely opened the door when he. Noticed his sister was sitting on the couch, quietly crying to herself. He walked over and sat down next to her. He began rubbing her back before asking “what’s wrong?”

Heather sniffled back a few more tears and replied “I’m just missing mom and dad.”

Tim got off the couch and kneeled down in front of her and tried comforting her the best he could as he took her small hands in his “Look I know it used to be all of us on Christmas but think about it this way. You still got me.”

She looked down at him and smiled through her tears as she wiped her nose “Thanks Timmy”

He smiled hearing the dorky Nick name she always called him. No one but her and mom ever called him Timmy. It used to annoy him but hearing her say it since they were gone always made him happy in a bittersweet kind of way.

“Why don’t I go make us a cup of hot chocolate.”

Heather smiled again as she watched her big brother walk over to the kitchen. She didn’t say anything else as she heard him turn on the stove and start boiling the milk. He hated seeing her like this. He knew she needed a parent around and he just wasn’t cutting it. Part of him even wished that he could be the parent she needed but he knew it wasn’t possible. He was doing the best he could with what he had and that was all he could give. He grabbed a couple mugs from the cabinet and poured the milk into them before turning around to bring one to his sister. He picked her up off and brought her up to her room and then laid her down on her bed. He knew she was having a hard time dealing with their parents passing and he didn’t want to lose her too so he tried keeping her spirit high.

“Hey sis” he started “What’s your favorite part of Christmas?”

Heather thought about it for a second then replied “The presents of course!”

He couldn’t help but laugh, that was a normal response for a kid to have. He continued “Is there anything you would love to have but never wanted to ask for? Like maybe something expensive or some sort of toy?”

She paused for a moment then said “I want a dog. Mom and Dad didn’t want one because they said we couldn’t afford one or take care of it on our own though.”

Tim couldn’t help but smile as he ruffled the hair on top of her head and said “Well maybe if you go to bed early enough, Santa will hear your wish.”

Heather couldn’t help but giggle as she snuggled up underneath her covers. He started to tuck her in when she asked “What do you want for Christmas Timmy?”

He scratched at his neck awkwardly and it choked him up to think about it. He knew his parents could never come back so there was truly only one thing he wanted “I just wish that I could give you the best Christmas ever.”

She smiled ear to ear as she got up and hugged him. He wished her a goodnight and stumbled off to his room. He laid in bed staring at the ceiling and found his mind racing a mile a minute. He thought about the past year and everything that had happened. He had gone to college but had to drop out to take care of his sister. He loved her so much and was proud to be her guardian. Although he didn’t feel like a real parent, it was the most he could offer. He feared that he would never live up to his parents image and wished nother more than to make them proud.

After tossing and turning for hours he finally was able to drift off to sleep, with the wish that he could be the proper parent that his sister needed still in his mind. Little did he know that during Christmas time that some wishes like this do come true. Call it Christmas magic if you will and as he lay fast asleep under the covers, his bedroom window cracked open on its own. A drift of sparkling snow gushed into the room and began to dissipate and dissolve into his sleeping form, ready to grant his wish.

The glowing snow started to cloud around all of Tim’s Body and as he lied in bed his body began to grow big and bulky. His arms grew to a massive size and thickened. He was unaware of any of this as he continued to sleep. His once smooth hairless skin was now covered in a thick pelt of hair that shimmered underneath the glow of the sparkling snow. His boxers didn’t stand a chance as his muscular ass began to fill them out and his cock bulged in the front of them. Soon his underwear couldn’t take the strain and his impressive manhood ripped through the seems putting his package on full display. He was oblivious to all of this as he slept.

He let out a loud snore as the blinding light continued to wash over him and only change him further. Every inch of his body was changed and nothing remained untouched. His calves grew thick and strong as the magical snow wrapped around his waist and made his thighs and hips much thicker. His feet turned into long boats that would never fit into a pair of his old shoes again. Not only that but he could never grow a beard to save his life but that changed as his jaw was covered by a new beard and mustache. A set of side burns traveled up to his hairline and matched perfectly with his cut.

In a matter of minutes he had become a hairy stud but the changes didn’t stop there. As his small apartment turned into a nice suburban home and pictures of someone who looked almost look like a long lost brother of his father’s appeared around the house.

In his deep slumber he didn’t notice any of this though as his body started to age rapidly as his face took on a more masculine appearance. Soon his hair began to recede into his scalp leaving the top of his head completely smooth as his skin began to loose it’s youthful glow and become weathered with age.

Tim began tossing and turning in his sleep as his muscles started to get covered in a healthy layer of fat that came with his older body. He let out a low growl as his body became more and more masculine. A large pair of balls hung between his legs and a thick shaft jutted out from his crotch. The glow in the snow dimmed as his transformation neared completion.

A surge of energy rushed through Tim’s veins as his body went through it final adjustments as his face thickened with a bit of pudge forming around his chin. His snores were deeper than before as his throat grew into a raspy tone. In a matter of minutes he had grown from being a lengthy 23 year old to a giant hairy bear of a man who was clearly in his 40s. He even looked kind of like his own father now.

Finally as the changes came to an end, with a loud grumble he began to finally wake up. Before he knew what was happening the sparkling snow had vanished before his very eyes and the bedroom was filled with the aroma of fresh pine trees. He looked down at his thick beefy hands in shock and began touching his face, feeling his newly grown beard. He rushed over to one of his bedroom mirrors and looked at his new form for the first time.

Sure enough the beard and mustache were still there but his hair was all gone and he was now bald. He thought he looked like he could easily be his father’s brother with his new age and weight. He rubbed his thick belly and felt strangely okay with his new body especially as the fresh scent of pine began infecting his brain and new memories started to form. He was no longer his sister’s brother but was now her uncle. He never was able to have any kids of his own so when his brother passed he decided to take her in and treat her like the child he never had.

Tim could still remember his old life but it now felt like a distant memory to him now. All he knew is that he was happy to be here with his niece and he was going to continue being the best uncle he could be. Now he had been given the opportunity to give her the life he always wanted to.

He let out a soft sigh as he realized how much he had changed. He thanked whoever had been listening for granting him his Christmas wish. After taking a deep breath he stood up and pulled on a pair of shorts before he walked over to Heather’s room, taking site of his now much larger home. His heart swelled with pride as he looked at his niece, who was still sound asleep. He closed the door quietly behind himself and fixed himself a cup of coffee and made sure that everything by the tree was ready for when she woke up. In this new life he had a good career and made decent money so he was able to get her everything she wanted and had a stockpile of presents beneath the tree.

When she finally came into the living room he raised his cup up to her and greeted her with a tight lipped smile. “Merry Christmas.”

Her eyes lit up as she caught eye on the mountain of presents. She smiled back at him before running towards him and pulling him into a hug. “Merry Christmas uncle Timmy!”

He couldn’t help but smirk at her still calling him Timmy. Heather wasn’t aware of anything that had happened to Tim, nor did the world. Everything had seemed to change to make it as if he’d always been like this. He certainly remembered his old life though.

He hugged her back tightly and returned her greeting warmly. He was still a little nervous about taking on this new role as parent but with this new chance he had in life he was determined to give her the proper role model she needed. He sat back and sipped from his mug as he watched her start tearing into her presents. He was happy watching her have the Christmas she dreamed of. He couldn’t help but think about hiring a baby sitter once new years came around though. Then maybe he could go out for the night and see how this new body of his was in action.

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Red Wave

Ethan rushed home as fast as he could, excited to finally be able to play the most popular video game on the market. At $25, Red Wave certainly wasn’t one of the most expensive games out there, but it had still been out of Ethan’s price range when it had dropped a few weeks ago. Since then, the game had blown up all over the internet and had even been promoted in the news. Well, Fox News (they had thought the title “Red Wave” was associated with the prophesied Republican rebound), but still news nonetheless. 

People were obsessed with it, and it was pretty obvious why. Although Ethan hadn’t actually played the game yet, he already knew how it worked. Red Wave was an alternative survival game, one of those campaign-style strategies where the player tries to live as long as possible under growing amounts of enemies. It was paintball, blue versus red. As the game progressed, the player was able to buy upgrades and unlock new parts of the map, but every round a new “red wave” would descend upon them. 

What made the game unique however was that if the player was hit by a red paintball, they could not earn health back. They would be stuck with that health throughout the rest of the game until it was slowly lowered down to 0. Not only that, but Red Wave could only be played once through. Somehow, the company behind the game had been able to put an uninstaller agent deeply rooted inside the game. This meant that once the player died, the game deleted itself permanently from the console’s system and became completely inaccessible. Since Red Wave had launched, nobody had been able to figure out how to reinstall the game back on its original console.

Unlocking his apartment’s front door, Ethan quickly shut it behind him and kicked off his loafers. He then loosened his tie and threw his argyle socks towards the hamper. Usually, Ethan would have been a less careless when he got home, but the 5'7 gaymer was way too excited to dive into Red Wave. Within moments, he had his console booting up and then the game purchased and downloaded. 

While he waited, Ethan strolled to the mirror underneath his pride flag to unbutton his shirt a little, noting that it was a bit tight near the bottom. It seemed like the fast-food lunches he’d recently been treating himself to were taking a toll, the small paunch alerting him that he didn’t have an athlete’s metabolism. Not only that, but the fat gathering up around his cheeks was certainly not to be blamed on by his youth. The curly, black locks paired with the chubby face did make him look boyish however.

“Maybe I should start dieting…” Ethan mumbled as he heard a ding from across the room. Instantly, he rushed over to his chair and grabbed the controller. Red Wave was displayed broadly on the monitor. Flashes of red blotched themselves on the screen, and without hesitating Ethan pressed play. He was then presented with the initial agreement and warning, stating that the player would only be able to engage in the game once and when started would not be able to stop. Besides money, that was also why Ethan had waited so long to play the game–he wanted to see how long he could make it without stopping. With the whole weekend ahead of him, he was sure he’d get himself an impressive, braggable score.

The game was pretty simple at first. Ethan was equipped with a basic paintball gun, and his blue paintballs would knock out the red opponents before they even had a chance to fight back. Ethan was a pretty invested gaymer, but video games were always second to the real world for him. As a founding member of his university’s branch of the Gender-Sexuality Alliance and the president of the Business Casual Club along with the work of his graduate studies, Ethan was almost always focused on reality. However, when he did have time to escape to a virtual world, Ethan would always be found with a controller between his gentle hands. And he had become good at shooter games because of it.

A couple of hours had passed by and Ethan had already unlocked a third of the map, upgraded his paintball gun to fire more rounds at once, and had unlocked a variety of paint bombs. Currently, he was saving up for a bowling ball explosive–a giant blue paintball that would roll down the enemy team and explode after a few seconds. Ethan did notice that each new wave was getting a little more difficult though. The enemies were always a little bit faster, a little bit more competent, and had recently begun spawning themselves in numbers that Ethan couldn’t take out all at once. He wasn’t alarmed however; he still had too many things to unlock and plenty of time left.

When he got hit by a red paintball the first time, Ethan was literally shocked. As in physically shocked. His controller sent out a tiny pulse that sparked across Ethan’s bloodstream, causing him to twitch as the red paint stained itself on his blue player. It was harsh, but Ethan owed it to Red Wave having impressive haptics. In the top left corner of his screen, he watched as his blue health bar lowered just barely. It tainted itself a little too, becoming a darker hue. The concentrated smile that Ethan had been wearing faltered slightly, but in moments he had regained himself and the round was over. He quickly reloaded his gun and moved around the map to purchase some more items.

While Ethan prepared for the next round, he didn’t notice that his body had stretched along his gaming chair. Once at an average height, his torso and legs had elongated after the initial shock that had emitted from his controller. Inch by inch, his bones lengthened and brought flesh and tissue along with it. By the time the round had finished, Ethan would now stand at a well-reaching 6’1. But due to him sitting down, Ethan didn’t register that his head was now almost completely above his gaming chair, or that he was now leaning back slightly in order to give his legs more room.

Ethan continued on, racking up additional points as he became more invested in the game. As time ticked by, Ethan gained stronger power-ups. By four hours in, he was able to run faster across the map, now granting himself access to half of the rooms available. Just a little while later, his paintball gun was upgraded to having two barrels, allowing him to shoot more than one blue-splattering bullet at a time. He gained access to more explosives and traps, and was soon covering the map in different devices to explode any red enemies before they even reached him.

A second shock emitted from his controller after he was hit by a sniper, a new character that had emerged only a few waves earlier. Grunting, Ethan instantly shot back and killed the enemy, yet the damage had already been done. His health bar depleted a little further, shifting into something akin to indigo. Ethan however continued playing, defending himself well against the waves of red that descended upon him. As he did, his legs slowly firmed up underneath his pressed khakis. They grew thinner and more muscular at the same time, gaining strength as they became sharpened from years of running rather than sitting. Ethan’s quads too gained bulk, solidifying as a soft coat of hair descended upon his thighs and calves.

Ethan released a small sigh as he defeated the last enemy, the blue-stained character melting downwards and dissolving into the ground. He quickly did what he had done countless times before: purchased a few traps, stored some more explosives, and browsed across the upgrades he should be saving up for. As soon as he was finished, the round number flashed on the screen and he was back in the game.

The next shock came a little bit quicker than Ethan had thought it would, and a little harder too. It had only been a few rounds since the last hit, but this time he had been caught by a sentry. The robotic cannon had landed its target on Ethan’s blue character before he had had time to react, blasting a red laser right through the player. It took a little bit more health off of him then the other hits had. Ethan blamed this on the game’s length however. The longer the game went on, then probably the harder each “red wave” would hit. The bar in the top left shifted accordingly while also brightening up a tad.

Ethan pushed forward through the round. In his chair, his straight back slowly bubbled along the surface as it filled in with muscle. His shoulders broadened outwards, but as the changes descended lower, his proportions shrunk inwards. Ethan’s growing moobs hardened and pulled back into sturdy pectorals. The expanded stomach he noted earlier imploded into itself, leaving behind defined abs. It suctioned all the way back to the iliac crest to allow for a defined Adonis belt to emerge at the bottom of Ethan’s chest. A dusting of hair also accumulated around his belly button and slowly tread its way downwards.

Ethan made it through another hour before being greeted by a fourth shock from a grenade. Luckily, he hadn’t been hit full-on, but his health did alter into a classic purple. He ran his character away from the scene to protect himself. Ethan then decided to carefully stroll through hallways to eliminate the remaining enemies in smaller groups rather than the wave all at once. Unbeknownst to him, his arms began bulking up underneath his sleeves. Although they were rather average before, they now became a little larger and toned. Nothing too dramatic, but still defined enough to garner a reaction from any stranger when displayed. His forearms also slimmed enough to display veins while a generous helping of fur coated both tops and fluffed out his armpits. Finally, his tender hands became beefy mitts as his fingers grew thick and his palms became calloused.

The next shock came rather quickly, angering Ethan slightly as he noticed he’d missed a simple guard that had spawned near a door. It took him a little longer than he thought it would to take care of the matter, but he did destroy both the guard and the rest of the wave. His health bar had now lightened into a more magenta-like shade. He further upgraded his gun and placed a few more traps, including one specifically in front of the door he’d just been caught at. He’d opened up almost all of the map and had already gotten the majority of the weapons enhancements. Now he just had to save up and survive.

Ethan may have finished the round containing the loathed guard, but not without its consequences. The spark of electricity had coursed its way up its neck, pushing the flesh outwards to make room for expanding vocal chords. His Adam’s apple became more pronounced, dropping his voice a few octaves and erasing any vocal notes of intelligence and character. His jaw was next, the chubbier cheeks sinking in as his bones cracked and restructured into a squarer, more masculine lantern cut. His nose made a gruesome crunch as it popped out and adorned a new previously-broken shape. The ears grew and studded themselves, the brow ridge jutted out a little further, and the forehead became more prominent to give Ethan a macho, yet devolved look. His hair was the last touch, straightening out and diminishing into a regular dark brown as it was pulled back and fluffed outwards at the end, as if it had been trained to permanently cushion a backwards cap.

With less than 10 upgrades yet to purchase and one room yet to unlock, Ethan cursed when he was hit by a barrage of mini shocks from a machine gun. Each shot didn’t take off too much health, but put together they brought the bar in the top left corner into a definite, murkier pink zone. It took Ethan a while to rebound back, but after a grueling back and forth, he eventually eliminated both the gunner and a good portion of the rest of the wave. He retreated back into emptier parts of the map to reuse the same strategy he had successfully conceived earlier: taking down small groups at a time.

Ethan carefully perused each room and hallway, his blue paintballs coating the red enemies before they had even spotted him. While pushing on, his attire and room shifted accordingly. The buttons on his shirt popped off one by one as the fabric was pulled together into something less starchy. The dyes darkened to black and a hood bloomed out of the collar, changing the button-up into a simpler hoodie. His khaki’s were hit next, softening and becoming cuffed at the bottom as they too blackened into ordinary sweats. Underneath, his briefs expanded into faded, well-used checkered boxers, and upon his head arrived the black baseball cap his hair had been anxiously waiting for. 

The changes around Ethan’s room also faced various levels of simplification. His attire became copies of what he was wearing, and the articles themselves were now tossed on the floor and dirty rather than hung in the closet and clean. Dirty dishes piled in the sink, a layer of dust and grime laid itself carefully around the apartment, and a bulk supply of pregnancy tests appeared underneath the desk. Behind Ethan, the pride flag above his mirror shifted too. The rainbow stripes faded into a deep navy as bolded, white letters displayed themselves upon the fabric to proclaim a different form of pride.

It had taken Ethan awhile, but he eventually purchased the last of the upgrades for his paintball gun. All he had left was the final room to completely unlock the map. It was extremely expensive, but he assumed it was for a good reason. He didn’t know what happened when he would open that last room (Did it complete the game, or would he have to keep going until he died?), but he assumed it had to be glorious. Ethan would have to play it extra safe however, because before he realized it another sniper had once again hit him and brought his health to a strawberry hue.

Propping his feet up on the desk holding his monitor, Ethan leaned further back into his chair as he dedicated his entire focus to Red Wave. Because of this, he didn’t see his feet slowly bloating upwards and outward even though they were right in front of him. Each tiny, miniscule bone cracked and stretched as his toes plumped out and grew like tiny stalks upwards. His soles plumped as tiny hairs raced across the tops of the growing landscapes. As a cherry on top, a soft, yet potent smell began to emerge from the new wide and heavy Size 13 feet. Yet their larger, cushiony nature was yet to be observed by Ethan who was completely concentrated on unlocking that last room.

After some careful, patient grinding, Ethan had finally earned enough money to expand into the final part of the map. He didn’t know what would come next, or how long he would continue fighting on, but he was ready. He had completely lost track of time, and by now the round numbers were just a blur when they passed by. It had become too bothersome to interpret the Roman numerals, so Ethan had just started to ignore them. Licking his lips anxiously, he finished the current round and instantly ran his character over to the final room. Ethan was feeling less excited and more determined at this point to open the room, the game having transformed into a mission. But he was still excited nonetheless. In seconds, Ethan had the room unlocked and opened the door.

Immediately, the entire monitor flashed red as a nuke went off in his character’s face. The last room had been a trap; it was impossible for any player to continue on at that point. Seconds later, the remaining portion of Ethan’s health bar disappeared, replacing itself with the same red that the enemy team wore. Ethan didn’t mind however. In fact, he didn’t even comprehend what had happened. That final hit had sent another shock like the ones he’d felt before, but this time it had paralyzed him completely. It was almost like Ethan had been paused in time.

At least, mentally paused in time. The shock still brought along its physical effects, this time to Ethan’s pouch. His modest 4 inch softie instantly hardened to its full erect glory, but in moments it was throbbing. It pulsed as if someone was blowing up a balloon, each throb pumping it a little larger until it was an enhanced 8.5 inches. Ethan’s balls experienced a similar inflation, descending with weight as they covered themselves in a wiry forest of pubes. Across the perineum, his butthole shrunk and tightened while his glutes became larger and solidified, no longer serving the purpose they once dutifully fulfilled for previous boyfriends and in nightclub restrooms.

With his character dead, Red Wave finished out what it was intended to do. Just like what had been discussed all over media, the game began to uninstall itself from Ethan’s console and delete any history of its existence. However, unlike what had been discussed all over media (except ironically by Fox News, who for once spoke the truth), Red Wave began to uninstall and delete any history of Ethan’s existence. The game’s true purpose was to enact the long predicted Republican return: transforming every player by the end of the game into a fully-devoted, heterosexual, God-and-gay-fearing conservative. Players were expected to die about midway through the game, but the final room was placed as a fail-safe to ensnare every last participant.

So, as Red Wave destroyed itself and any evidence of its presence, it also deteriorated Ethan’s existence. His personality was dragged down into his churning balls, along with his organized nature, preppy values, and crafty intelligence. His kind, bright attitude was ripped away, leaving room for a more cocky, aggressive being. His views and morals were simplified and tied back to tradition, no longer swayed by the repulsive, modern “progress” of today. Ethan’s homosexuality too was torn away, each piece of his gay identity plucked in order to reveal a shallower, more malevolent shell. Ethan felt each shift go through him like a shock. One moment, he was bisexual, the next a straight ally. But eventually he embraced his final form–a homophobic breeder.

The entire uninstalling process itself seemed like it had taken hours, but it was truly only a few minutes. As Red Wave approached its final seconds on Ethan’s console, his dick began to tremble like a great volcano. Inside his boxers, his two drooping testicles were churning the remains of Ethan, deleting his entirety as it was being prepared for its own uninstallation. Still under the magnetic pause of the game, Ethan’s dull eyes watched as Red Wave’s uninstallation completed, sending forth one final shock. The spark raced across Ethan’s system and instantly triggered his hefty cock to eject the massive load, removing any remnants of his former life and blasting them all across his already-stained boxer shorts.

“Huh wha…” Eric awoke from his sudden stupor. “Ahhh dude…!”

The vocal fry was apparent as Eric took one of his hands off the controller and investigated his sweats, which now had a wet, growing splotch emerging from his pouch. He hated wasting a load when it totally could’ve gone in some chick. In Eric’s eyes, nutting alone was basically a crime against his babymaker.

Although his crotch was sticky and would later become stained, Eric didn’t do anything about it. He wasn’t some faggy liberal after all–he was a real man who did real manly things. If he had a massive dick and was constantly pumping stomachs, then he had a right to show that off. He wasn’t gonna let some blue-lovin’, cock-suckin’, atheist freak take away his rights! 

And Eric knew he would always win in the battle of red versus blue. Faggots were always lining up to do anything for their superiors. They’d pay him tons of cash for a used sock. Clean the apartment thoroughly before some bimbo came over to be filled that night just to get the privilege of massaging his massive feet for a half an hour. Plus, Eric had now realized that if he led them on enough, they’d go to the polls and vote red, even if the candidate was campaigning to remove gay rights. Despite having just blown a load seconds earlier, his girthy dick was responding to the thought of knowing how many fags were waiting to serve him.

“Gotta find some slut to dump this all into,” Eric huffed as he adjusted his package. The thought of bouncing tits and wet pussy only riled him further, but with the console already booted up he decided to play a few rounds of some shooter game first. Before he did however, he noticed his juicy feet propped up in front of his monitor, uncared for and needing attention. With his sticky hand, he snatched his phone and texted one of his go-to fairies. Instantly, the boy replied back and said he was on his way to service him. Content, Eric tossed the phone onto his unmade bed and opened up a game while he waited for the fag. The Red Wave was coming, whether the libs wanted to admit it or not.