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With prompts by @rowdy317

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Hairier when he’s angry…

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Alien encounter…

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Taking possession…

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Fat to fit…

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Body swap with magic…

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First the beard, then the muscles…

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Beard, hair and muscle growth…

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Drinking a muscle growth potion…

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Bigger and hairier…

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Stealing the quarterback.

I was the nerd fading into lecture hall walls, unseen while Zane, the football team’s stud, flaunted his big quarterback biceps and cocky smirk all around campus. Last night, I caught him in the gym, sweat dripping down his abs. He didn’t see me slip serum into his water. He drank, then collapsed, his body a vacant shell. I slid into his tight, chiseled skin, my scrawny frame melting into his sculpted muscles. In his dorm mirror, I stroke Zane’s biceps, his sharp jaw grinning back. Mine now. I post a shirtless pic on Grindr, and matches flood in—guys who’d never noticed me before, like Nate, who ghosted me last semester as a cruel frat boy prank. Tonight, I’m pounding Nate’s ass, Zane’s cock unleashing all my buried fantasies. Soon, the rest of his frat will worship this jock body, and I’ll never fade into the background again.

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"Spot me, daddy?"

Sweat dripped down my temples as I racked the barbell, my pecs—shit, my boobies—straining under the gym’s harsh lights. Then she slammed into me—a blonde bitch in a pink sports bra, her tits bouncing as she spilled her neon energy drink across my chest. “Whoopsie, big boy!” she squealed, her voice just begging for sex, fingers grazing my arm. A weird jolt shot through me, but I shrugged it off. Fucking ditzy slut, I thought, stomping to the showers.

Next morning, my reflection threw me. My jaw looked softer, eyes brighter, my skin looked all soft and shit. What the fuck? I growled, flexing my boobies—damn it, pecs—and pulling on a tight tee that clung too well. At the gym, my lifts felt off, sloppy. I kept catching my reflection, mesmerized by how my muscles gleamed, my ass popping in my shorts. Focus, idiot, I snapped, but I posed harder, as if I was craving the mirror’s approval.

The next day, I woke with my lips feeling heavy, swollen. In the mirror, they were plump, glossy—a perfect pair of dick-sucking lips, begging to be used. No fucking way, I thought, but I couldn’t stop puckering, imagining them wrapped around... shit, someone like Jake, the ripped new trainer with a cocky grin and abs that could cut glass. At the gym, my walk had a slutty sway, hips rolling. I ditched my chalky protein shake for a strawberry smoothie, sucking the straw like it was a job. In the locker room, I stared at the guys’ bulges, my hole tingling. This isn’t me, I told myself, but after my workout that day, I bought a glittery pink crop top that stretched so tight across my big boobies and showed off my slutty little waist.

By the weekend, I gave up fighting. When Jake’s eyes locked on me mid-set, I flashed a flirty grin, my voice high as I purred, “Spot me, daddy?” His hand grazed my ass, and I leaned into it, my smooth hole aching. Jake called me “pretty boy,” and I giggled like a slut, following him to the sauna. Steam swirled as I surrendered, my new lips wet and ready, my himbo self alive for every touch, every thrust.

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Fresh new face (AI morph by @bodyhopper-files)

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AI morph by @bodyhopper-files

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AI morph by @bodyhopper-files