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“Dude, Whoa.”

I just wanted to try the filter.

You know… the one that makes you look all jocky? Shirt all torn up, muscles puffed, that cocky smirk. I found the pic online. Saved it. Stupid horny impulse. I thought it’d be funny to pose like him.

So I did. Shirt off. Flex. Smirk.

Flash.

Everything… warped.

I blink, and my whole body’s on fire. Arms huge. Shoulders like boulders. Pecs so thick they bounce when I breathe.

“Dude, what the f…” I start to say, but it comes out deep. Lazy. Stupid.

I look down.

Holy fuck. My cock’s already hard, a thick, heavy beer can in my gym shorts. It’s obscene. Veins up the side. Throbbing.

I grip it, and my whole brain shorts out. Like my IQ drains into my balls. I groan. Low. Dumb. Feral.

“Hhhhfuckk… y-yo, this shit’s… crazy, bro…”

I try to think. to fight it. but all I can feel is how tight my shirt is over these massive pecs. I grab one. Squeeze. My nipple’s hard. I grunt. Like a fuckin’ animal. I can’t even help it.

I lift my arm, sniff deep under my pit, ripe, warm, thick with sweat and… I moan. Eyes flutter. Head goes fuzzy. Brain just slides out the back of my skull.

“Fuuuuck yeah… I smell sick, bro…”

My hand’s pumping now, slow and hungry. Big, dumb strokes on this thick jock cock. Pre leaks like I’m tapped straight into some dumbass sex spell.

Shit, what was I—?

Fuck it.

Mirror looks hot.

I flex.

I smirk.

And I stroke harder.

[clevertreephilosopher]

There's this straight guy at my job that has just the juiciest ass. it's a shame he's straight if only he was a bit more open minded he could put his assets to good use

"Dude! I can't believe they closed the gym next to my place." You overheard Alec saying one day, "Where am I supposed to go now?"

Alec... god why did he have to be straight? Good personality, killer smile, and an ass that was truly wasted on a straight man. If you had an ass like that... or if any of your hook-ups did... You couldn't help but let your fantasies run wild. Shame about his gym though... but than an idea popped into your head.

"Aw man, that sucks about your gym closing," you said, and before you could second guess yourself, you blurted out, "Hey, I actually have a great gym recommendation if you're looking for a new place!"

Alec raised an eyebrow curiously, "Oh yeah? What's the place called?"

"It's called Flex Fitness, downtown near the park. Really nice facilities, good crowd... and it's super LGBTQ+ friendly too." you added casually, gauging his reaction.

Alec's eyebrows shot up and he hesitated, looking slightly uncomfortable. 

"LGBTQ+ friendly? As in..."

"I mean, yeah, it's popular with the gay community." you confirmed with a shrug, "But seriously, it's an awesome gym regardless."

Alec looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged, "I mean, I guess I'm open-minded enough to try it out. Can't hurt, right? As long as the equipment is good." He flashed you a grin, "Thanks for the tip, bro. I might check it out this weekend."

You couldn't help but smile. Maybe you'd get to catch a glimpse of him working out. The thought made you smile- guess admiring from a far would have to do.

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The following Monday, as you walked into the office, you did a double take when you saw Alec. He wore a fitted short-sleeve polo shirt that clung to his muscular torso, showcasing his toned forearms and biceps. His pants were also much tighter, highlighting the curve of his ass and the thickness of his thighs.

"Morning!" Alec greeted you cheerfully, turning to face you fully. The movement made his pecs strain against the fabric of his shirt, "How was your weekend?"

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your gaze from roaming over his newly accentuated physique.

"Uh, hey man. Weekend was good. Yours?"

"It was pretty great actually," Alec said, leaning back against his desk, "Started going to that gym you recommended - Flex Fitness? Holy shit, it's amazing. Top notch equipment and the atmosphere is dope." He flexed almost imperceptibly, making his biceps pop, "I've been hitting it hard and I think it's already paying off. What do you think?" Alec asked with a playful wink.

You felt your face flush as you struggled to maintain eye contact with Alec, your gaze continually being drawn to the way his clothes hugged every sculpted inch of him. 

"Y-yeah, you're looking great man. Love the haircut" you managed to stammer out, "The gym must be really good for you."

Alec grinned, pleased by your reaction, "Just the haircut?" He smirked and punched your arm playfully, "Between you and me, I think the 'gay-friendly' vibe is pretty cool too. Makes me feel... appreciated, you know?" You nod lamely, "Anyway, got to get back to these reports. I have a date with Amy later and need to get out of here on time."

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Later that night, while browsing social media aimlessly, your thumb scrolled past the familiar blue logo of Flex Fitness and immediately stopped dead in its tracks. Staring back at you from the screen was none other than your coworker Alec, fresh from a workout session judging by the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. 

"Welcome to our newest member @aleclikes_lifting and thanks for this AMAZING post-workout selfie!" read the caption beneath the photo, "Check out that body - look at THAT ASS, amirite guys? 🍑 We're so lucky to have this hunk join our family at #FlexFitness. Give it up for the BEAST!"

Your heart nearly stopped when you saw the notification pop up - Alec had commented on the post! With shaking fingers, you clicked to read:

"A huge THANK YOU to everyone at @flex_fitness for making this straight boy feel SO welcome and accepted! 🏳️‍🌈💖 Never thought I’d love working out this much! Hope you like my post-leg day selfie."

His comment was flooded with likes and supportive replies from the gym’s followers, many expressing how happy they were to have him there, some expressing they were hoping to see more of him soon…

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It was a day later when Alec approached you at your desk. His clothes seemed tighter. His perfect ass straining against his dress pants.

"Hey there stud!" Alec greeted you brightly as he approached your desk. You couldn't help but notice his eyes seemed off... glazed over... no gears turning behind them. "Gotta say, sending me to that Flex Fitness was the best thing you ever did for me!" You blinked in shock, noticing how Alec swayed his hips subtly as he leaned against your desk, "Girl, I have NEVER been treated like royalty before. The whole vibe is ELECTRIC!" Alec gestured expressively, seemingly high on his newfound fitness fame, "They took me in, loved on me, praised me… I feel like a whole new man!" His tongue clicked disapprovingly, "Too bad none of these uptight prudes here appreciate perfection when they see it!"

"Alec are you...?" Suddenly, as if realizing how he sounded, Alec's eyes widened and you noticed his eyes shift... no longer glazed over.

"Whoa... that was... I don't know what came over me, man." He ran a hand through his hair, looking flustered and confused, "I gotta... I gotta go. Something's not right, I feel all..." Alec shook his head vigorously, as if trying to clear it. Without finishing his sentence, he turned on his heel and hurried away, leaving you stunned and perplexed.

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Late that evening, as you mindlessly scrolled through Instagram, another post from Alec caught your eye. The image was a close-up shot of his bare ass, perfectly rounded globes on full display. He wore a tiny pair of pink briefs that left little to the imagination, the thin fabric disappearing between his cheeks.

"Shoutout to @flex_fitness for helping me embrace my true self! Alec wrote in the caption. Something big is coming soon… stay tuned! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈"

As you read further, your eyes widened in shock. Alec had tagged Bare Essentials, a popular local gay strip club, in his post! Scrolling through the hundreds of thirsty comments, one stood out:

"Damn girl, you finally come out and play on our side? 😜 Are you, like, actually gay now or what?"

Alec replied instantly: "Duh sis, OBVIOUSLY! Couldn't hide this fabulously gay ass any longer. 🍑 Time to let my freak flag fly at Bare Essentials later! Who wants to be my first dance partner? ☺️🎉"

Your eyes widen. Was this real? What the fuck happened? You quickly text Alec asking him what the happened. Awkwardly congratulating him on coming out. Within seconds, he replies.

"Thank you for everything. I owe you big time for introducing me to Flex Fitness. Turns out, it helped me discover my TRUE self! 🌈 I'm officially out and proud now. Quit that boring job and ended things with Amy. She didn't deserve the real me anyway. I want YOU to meet me at Bare Essentials tomorrow night, 10pm. Let's celebrate together, cutie!"

Your eyes widen in disbelief. Something was wrong... there was no way... yet you couldn't help but pull up Alec's latest thirst trap. Taking in the sight of his impressive ass. Fuck...

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The next evening, you nervously entered Bare Essentials, your heart pounding as you navigated the dimly lit hallway to the locker room. You pushed open the door and spotted Alec immediately, hunched over in front of a locker.

"Alec? Is that really you?" you sputtered, hardly recognizing your formerly strait-laced coworker. The piercing... the tattoo above his ass... the slight stubble...

Alec spun around, a brilliant smile spreading across his face, "I'm so glad you came!" He enveloped you in a tight hug, his bare chest pressing against you, "I know, I know, it's a lot to take in. But I feel so free, so alive!"

He turned slowly, letting you drink in the changes. The new piercings glinted in his ears and a tattoo adorned the smooth skin above his pert ass.

"I got these yesterday, to celebrate my new life. My authentic self." Yet you noticed his eyes were glazed over again... this time more evidently... not a single gear turning in that brain of his...

Alec shimmied into a glittery G-string, the scrap of material barely covering his manhood.

"So, whaddya think of the new me? Ready to watch me slay on stage?" He winked salaciously, striking a pose.

"Alec, I..." You do your best to keep eyes from glancing down at that incredible ass, "Something isn't..." But the words die in your throat as he leans in and whispers into your ear.

"After the show, I'll find you. My place is close by." His voice dripping with lust, "Now, what were you gonna say?"

You gulp, your dick straining in your shorts, "No-nothing... I..." His lips collide with yours and you stifle a moan as you lean into the kiss.

"See you later..." He breaks the kiss and winks.

You can only watch as he saunters away to the stage. His ass jiggling with every step. Something was wrong. Something wasn't right. But later that night, as he threw you into bed, you weren't going to ruin the moment.

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Request: College Swap

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.

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Request: College Swap

You had admired Zane from the first second your eyes met his when you accidentally ended up in the gym, right in the gymnasts' area. To him, you were practically invisible, just another person in the crowd, one among many, but to you: He was perfect.

A well-built athlete, with a slim frame but big muscles, the fruits of being on the bars or holding his own weight. And you lusted after him, drooled over him every time you ran into him or saw him on social media. Those muscles he had... They had to be yours, no matter what.

You had been frequenting a store of magical things, trinkets, at first you thought. Although your instinct seemed to go off more and more each time you went in just to "look", until you finally got the courage: It was a small but eye-catching vial they sold as a body-changing potion, it cost 20 bucks but, you wanted it, didn't you?

So you bought it and laid out your plan. You both had to drink from the potion, how could you give a "stranger" a concoction without him getting suspicious? Easy, get into watering down, which just happened to coincide with some competitions that the university would soon be holding.

The day arrived, you got ready with a ridiculous uniform just to deliver water, there were several thermoses, each one belonging to an athlete, although you knew perfectly well which one belonged to Zane. You opened it, poured half the flask and mixed it with water, the rest, you drank it yourself. It tasted a little bitter, but nothing out of the ordinary (or at least nothing beyond a burning in the chest and throat, like having drunk boiling water); the competitions were going well, technically he was already within a whisker of winning, although he hadn't touched the bottle the whole time, and that worried you. What would happen if he didn't drink the water? You couldn't force him to drink it, and he would surely throw it away if he didn't drink it now.

But like a miracle, before his last round, he came up for a sip. You hoped that was enough, then watched him leave and return to the platform to finish his act.

Some pirouettes, somersaults and so on, you admired his agility, how he moved confidently on his hands and his strong legs cushioned the impact when he fell back to the floor, the acrobatics left you dumbfounded, until you felt the discomfort getting worse, you felt everything around you blurred, that things were wobbling and a cold sweat running down your spine, you began to regret doing that, maybe it was a bad decision, who would think of drinking something from who knows where and who knows what?

You felt how everything faded to black and then the light emerged quickly, you felt almost how you spun in the air and by mere inertia, you knew how to put your feet to hit the ground, a dry noise sounded, you opened your eyes with lethargy to realize that you were in the middle of the platform. You looked down to find your pectorals hidden in a red singlet, you also felt your huge new legs being hugged by the compression fabric, and you struggled for your new manhood not to rise up at that moment, you felt the sweat, the burning of the muscles, your chest rising and falling. Loud applause began to resound from the audience, which made you make a somewhat arrogant smile, you widened your muscles and let out a sort of grunt in celebration for the victory. And not only for that great “performance”, but for now having your body.

His muscles, his face, that stench... it was driving you crazy. You wanted to just get off the platform and start sniffing yourself like crazy, exploring those stinky armpits from so much physical work and effort. But first you had to pick up a trophy, and yes, you were going to take the opportunity to show off those new arms and armpits that now belonged to you.

And you sure loved being Zane! It seems that being a gymnast does indeed have its perks, like a trip to the beach for competitions (luckily you retained his muscle memory, because without it, you would have had to give up being a gymnast for sure), but anyway. There you were, enjoying your new body on the beach, and you were really going to show it off...

Zane was straight, but with you in charge, that was over, you took the opportunity to show off your new body, going shirtless every place you could, you loved to feel the stares of others, how other men drooled at the mere sight of you strutting around, with your marked back, or that seemingly innocent face they adored. Yes, you were somewhat self-centered, but who didn't love attention? Well, you didn't love it, you adored it, you wanted more.

A little arrogant, yes, but who cares?

You would stay Zane for the rest of your life, you still cared for his muscles, his grades, not a single slip up, this was your treasure and you would take care of it from head to toe.

(Maybe a little more feet because... wow, no doubt they stank too)

But it was something you loved too, his whole scent was like sacred musk that you had access to whenever you wanted; you had been called a couple of times to use deodorant or take better care of your hygiene but you wouldn't give up these stinky armpits and feet, you loved the stench, so masculine, so powerful.... Besides, what were they going to do anyway? They would never dare to lose their star element.

The more you were in his body, the more advantages you discovered, like your newfound elasticity, you could get as low as you wanted, and that in bed made things quite interesting. You were getting a little addicted to putting your foot against your face or even... Occupying your own mouth to give you fun. And even those buttocks... How great they looked in those singlets you wore more for fun than for training, how it thrilled you to wear them, to feel the fabric, to leave it so stinky and wet, hell train in it, if it were up to you, you'd train without any clothes on at all.

You loved your strength, the endurance, how the clothes stuck to your muscles and stretched trying to contain it. You loved being a sweaty jock, maybe you could buy more of those mystery potions and give other nerds or losers like you a chance to change your body, no doubt there were plenty of jocks you wanted to have fun with.

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Fooling around with those guys we just slipped in.

Still feels a bit weired to be able to talk new languages when sealed in!...

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The Great Shift: Lighter

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The Great Shift: Lighter

Ray (34)

How do I start this?... Before everything that happened with The Great Shift, I was a priest in a small county church in the country, I used to be very devout, at no time did I ever think of breaking my vows no matter how tempting the “meat” that was put in front of me, the women were beautiful, but my resolve was firm. Or at least I was until I ended up in this body, my new name is Oliver, a gay guy from the county.

He used to work out a lot, with those big arms and his juicy pecs... Those fat legs that moved every time he worked out like jelly, and his big meaty buttocks. God no! This is the problem I talked about, I seem to be so... Concentrated on all these unholy thoughts that I find it harder and harder to get out of them, no matter how much I want to resist, I always ended up falling into temptation. And is it that you've seen this body? It's to die for, with his defined shoulders, his thin but still strong arms, with that flat but so sensitive chest, I could play hours and hours with them, it's like feeling an electric charge go through you, like lightning. And then his smelly feet.

I've put them on my face at least thirty times since I woke up in his body, with the sweat freshly soaked through my sneakers, juicy, stinky and smelly... Perfect to sniff and lick for hours without worrying about anything; I think that's one of the best things about being in his body now, I don't have to worry about anything at all. No more sermons, no more masses, or even listening to people talk about their silly problems, now I can just sit and smell my armpits and lick my feet! That's all that matters to me. Fuck everyone else, as long as I still have this body, everything will be fine. And what else can I say, I certainly love that whole experience of “intimacy” it's so... Liberating, feeling their body stamping against mine, the warmth of skin rubbing against skin, the gasps... I love it.

Gunther (48)

I ended up in this guy's body, he must be in his early twenties, and although at first it didn't bother me at all to end up in him (I must admit he has a very good physique and great looks, no doubt he would be successful with young girls), when I saw his closet was the real big problem.

Apparently this guy is gay, he has his closet full of women's clothes, very colorful, quite tight or extremely revealing. Where were the men's clothes? The shirts, the soccer t-shirts? I swear this guy even had lingerie in his closet! I couldn't go out on the street like that, I'd look extremely ridiculous, I'd be the mockery of everyone, although... The more I touched the fabric the cuter it got. Why was I complaining? I would look good anyway in these clothes, with that lace... They looked good on my arms and armpits, wait. What's that smell? Pff... At least there's something that still smells “manly” in here, jeez, but how good does that smell. Damn, damn, I just want to sink my nose into my armpit, what's happening to me? I just gotta... I gotta resist, I... I gotta smell more! Mffffhhh, it smells so good. Shit, yeah!

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Island Boys

I still wasn’t used to the weight of my new body.

The broad shoulders, the thick, muscular legs, the voice that rumbled from my throat like distant thunder—I’d wake up every morning, stare into the mirror, and half expect to see my old self blinking back at me. But instead, I saw Gabe: six-foot-something, golden tan, and annoyingly handsome even with bedhead.

Two months ago, I was Jessica Moore, president of Kappa Delta, pre-law student, and queen of campus fashion. Now? I was trapped in the jock body of Gabe fucking Thompson, a junior in Sigma Tau with a finance major and a dumbass shark tattoo on my thigh. And worst of all? I had his damn friends too.

We hadn’t planned to stick together, but the Great Shift left us little choice. Somehow, every girl in my sorority house had ended up in a frat guy’s body—and every guy in Sigma Tau had ended up as a Kappa Delta girl. A cruel cosmic joke. And yet, here we were—still taking our summer trip to Hawaii like nothing had happened.

“Yo, Jess,” Dylan (well, Amanda, now in Dylan’s body) called to me from down the beach, grinning through Dylan’s chiseled face. “Get in the damn water!”

I gave a half-hearted wave. “In a sec!”

They were all adjusting better than I expected. Maria—now in Owen’s body—had already mastered doing flips off the rocks. Chloe, in Max’s lean frame, had started flirting with locals like she’d been born with that smile. And me? I was still trying to figure out how to walk without my thighs rubbing together. How the hell do guys deal with this bulk?

I glanced down at the beer in my hand, warm from the sun, then at the tangle of tanned, shirtless bodies around me. I wasn’t Jessica anymore, not on the outside. But I’d be damned if I let that stop me from enjoying this trip.

Even if I had to do it with a guy’s voice and balls.

I exhaled, popped the tab, and jogged down to the water.

“Alright,” I muttered, “island boy it is.”

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Quick: BodyCon

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.

Quick: BodyCon

Kenji (48)

I was a sound technician, that afternoon I was about to repair a stereo that was malfunctioning and suddenly I was somewhere else, it looked like a... Convention?

I didn't understand (and I still don't understand much of what's going on), but I ended up in this much younger body, maybe I'm in my 20s, but see how those muscles show through the suit! I never had muscles before, gosh, this feels too good...

Peter (19)

I was at the convention when it all happened. I was a video game junkie, skinny, kind of weird, never had a chance with girls... But now I'm in this body! Just look at the way my jaw is marked, so sharp it cuts!

And how the suit fits, gosh, everything is in place and it's so tight... I think the only problem is how hot I feel, like my hormones are going crazy. Is that normal? This is like the sixth time I've been to the bathroom… And I feel weird being around men, like I love their attention… 

Austin (56)

I used to teach History at a high school. Sometimes the students drive me crazy, they are rude, dumb and sometimes don't even bathe, maybe I was just envious because now I end up in the body of an equally stinky guy with big muscles.

I like how everything is remarked, from head to toe. Even more so in the waist, I look good... And who cares about the smell? If there's stink it's because there was hard work in the gym. I'll smell as much as I want so they can see these huge muscles! Fuck Yeah!

Ryan (42)

I had my family, my loving wife, two spectacular children and a good career in real estate, although all of that can go away because now I'm in this body. It's so different...

I was muscular in my old life but this is a whole different level, it looks like this guy was working out to have muscle in too specific areas.

I feel like my glutes are so huge that I throw everything away when I walk by, and gosh, I feel so... hormonal all the time.

I'm not attracted to women anymore, all I think about is men. With every guy that walks by with big muscles, it's like losing my sanity more, I just wish they would grab me by the hair and overpower me...

Shit, no! Why am I thinking that? It feels so wrong. Or so good... I love my new hips, this whole body so huge for another guy to take, yeah...

Maxime (24)

Originally I was from France, finance student, I was quite reserved, more interested in studying, never went to parties, never had many friends, very self-conscious of myself. But now I'm in this body. And it feels so strange, feeling the tightness of the spandex, the accessories, those muscles...

Screw my reserved attitude. This body must be flaunted, flaunted and adored by others. Just look at these pecs!

Jordan (30)

I was supposed to propose to my girlfriend today, everything was going perfect, the dinner, the evening. And suddenly I was in another body, in another state!

Surrounded by weirdos who dressed up as superheroes, and now I was one of those weirdos. The worst thing was how tight this suit felt! My skin doesn't seem to breathe, everything is stuck together, more back there...

But what am I complaining about? If everything looks so good, with this huge ass... Fuck my girlfriend, I want attention from a couple of guys.

Andres (41)

I used to work as a night guard, it was a very strenuous job... Very exhausting, I was sure it had already taken its toll on me, my body looked much older than it really was.

And the back pain was so annoying. But in the blink of an eye, I was here, in a much, much younger, muscular body... With that expensive cologne smell, fat legs and a tight suit, no way I'm giving this up.

Malik (22)

My life was quite difficult, I was a migrant (and possibly I would be deported at any moment), I had a horrible job in which I was paid so little that it was not enough for anything. But now I don't have to worry about anything, I ended up in this place, with this body and new suit, everything so tight...

And next to this guy, I don't know if these bodies were originally a couple because I've wanted to kiss him so badly ever since I saw him. You know what? I'm not going to worry anymore, it's a new opportunity and I think I saw a perfect place to sneak off and discover our new bodies, I bet he's just as excited as I am.

Sam (21)

I was at the convention from the beginning, I had a pretty mediocre cosplay because I did it last minute, and, anyway, how could I wear a superhero costume? I was too skinny, too scrawny, everything was going to look bad for me to be the laughing stock of everyone.

But now I end up in this guy's body! I think he's Japanese or Korean because now I have a bit of a weird accent and I understand everything I read in the original manga, but gosh, I love too much how the suit fits, how tight, those muscles, how it goes into certain orifices... Now I understand why everyone goes to the bathroom so much, jeez.

Kennedy (45)

What the fuck! Just a few seconds ago I was in my house and now I'm here! I was with my wife and kids, about to eat dinner, blessing the food and being thankful for it and suddenly I was surrounded by guys in ridiculous superhero costumes. And what am I wearing?! I look like a girl in this, it makes my glutes look huge!

But... It makes me look good, doesn't it? Why was I so upset just now? If I look fantastic, they should take as many pictures of me as they want, I'll even get down on my knees if they ask me to...

Luan (29)

This must be a fucking joke.

This body is not bad at all, but it's nothing like what I was used to! I was an underwear model, I was at the top of my career, I took too much care of my muscles, my huge legs or my pecs. and now it's flat, all flat!

Jazz (22)

To start with, I was a woman originally... I was at the convention in an anime girl costume, my body was slim, well proportioned in some areas like bust or legs, but suddenly I was in the body of a huge guy. With big biceps, a six-pack and a tool that I feel throbbing for me to walk, damn... I was certainly well "endowed" before, but these pecs are on another level.

Phillipe (56)

I used to live in England, I was already retired, I didn't leave the house much, my life was really boring and monotonous, suddenly I was in the garden and the other. I was surrounded by weird stands and... this suit.

I felt like new, I had never been this toned and... “endowed”. "I hadn't felt this rush of energy and hormones in a very long time, damn... That I'm surrounded by so many people in fitted suits, with muscles and a smell of sweat and musk, doesn't help at all. But how good it feels to be young again, holy cow.

Roger (18)

No way, no way! You must be kidding! I ended up in my older brother's body. Yes!

I was very fond of video games and all things geek, I was a nerd, or however you want to say it, with a face full of pimples and a body more made up of fat than anything else. My brother was completely different (well, only in physique), as he was also a fan of those things, but extremely handsome, with muscles, an attractive face and endless costumes that he always wore to cosplay.

I was jealous, yes, but all of this was now mine! Have you seen how these biceps look when I flex them? They're mine alone now! I'm going to spend hours looking at myself in the mirror and stroking myself, yeah.

Rin (20)

I always picked on people at my school who were really into anime, video games or stuff like that, they were nerds to me. I preferred things like exercise, cars and stuff like that, men stuff. I was very well worked out, with muscles from the gym plus other sports disciplines, hard as a rock. But now I ended up in this body.

I don't know if it's karma to be in a body with a suit so tight it's like a second skin and it gets in where it shouldn't, shit. I'm tired of taking it off over and over again, the worst part is that the more I'm like this, the more I seem to like it. My tool gets hard from just feeling the slightest touch, shit, shit, shit. This can't be happening, I don't know how long I can hold on like this because... Oh man, this guy really has sensitive nipples, shit, shit, shit!

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[clevertreephilosopher]

Darrius frowned at his phone. The mostly empty MARTA car wobbled on its tracks on its way to Midtown. He was meeting a few of his friends for a night on the streets of Atlanta—classes were over, graduation had concluded, and he was looking forward to the night in a whatever-happens-happens kind of way. So the sudden FaceTime ring coming through upset the steady high he was brewing, figuratively and literally.

The fuck was Miguel doing FaceTime’ing him?

Morehouse was known for its considerably large gay population, but Miguel was easily as the head bitch on top, in a manner of speaking. Darrius wasn’t prejudiced, by any means—he and his cousin had jacked off together tons of times through the years, who hadn’t, that shit wasn’t gay—but he couldn’t stand how much Miguel flaunted it all the time. The two of them had shared plenty of classes and Miguel was never shy about the occasional grin + wink. Darrius took a sigh and hit answer.

“What do you want, Migs.” Darrius monotoned in more of a whine than a question.

“‘Migs,’ uucgh, it’s Miguel, cabron, get it right,” Miguel sassed teasingly in his quick Puerto Rican accent. Darrius rolled his eyes as Miguel waggled his finger at him with his quick camera movements.

“Whatchu want Miguel,” Darrius groaned.

“Que impaciente, fine! Hold up.” Miguel changed his camera to his front facing camera and Darrius could see that he was stepping towards his bathroom. The hell was this??

“Hey yooo!” As Miguel stepped into the bathroom he appeared in frame reflected into the bathroom mirror, completely and totally nude. He’d at least had the decency to cover his junk with his other hand, but yeah, full birthday suit.

“Aww, come on, dude! What the fuck?! You really think I—”

“Shhh shh, espera, calm down, check this out,” Miguel tapped on his screen a few times, “Aaaaaaand, mira!” He tapped one more time on his screen.

“UUOOFGH…” Both of the guys huffed out a forceful breath on opposite ends of the call as if they’d been socked in the stomach, but neither felt any pain. Instead, Darrius felt like he’d been sucked into himself a little bit, like his entire frame got a little bit tighter, and a little bit more compact. His vainly snug clothing now felt comfortably loose on him as he looked down on himself to see that these sensations were more than that. He was smaller! Not puny, not his usual ball player size, but definitely many pounds lighter without his hard-earned muscle. And…? His tighter skin looked lighter, too?

He looked back at his phone to see Miguel’s head rolled back in ecstasy, his entire frame blooming outwards with athletic strength and size. “RRNNMMF,” he gurgled/grunted deeply through the phone as he rolled his head back around, his hair lengthened outwards and upwards and his features darkened. His facial hair remained the same but his features morphed and twisted with a shake of his head. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before Darrius pieced together just who exactly he was now looking at: himself.

“Ayyyy, lookin’ good Darrius baby!” Miguel intoned deeply with a waggle of his tongue.

Darrius could see now in his tiny window on screen that he looked exactly like Miguel too!

“Migs, the fuck??!” He hissed in a sharp whisper at his phone, drawing a couple inquiring looks from the fellow passengers, along with a just few double takes from folks close by who were certain they had seen another guy sitting there moments before.

Miguel giggled excitedly on the other end, twisting and turning, getting a load of his new curvaceous angles, “Right?! Que guapoooo, no?” He let loose his hand protecting his modesty and did a saucy, gyrating, Latin step, his—Darrius’s—meat flopping around with his quick sways.

“Miguel, man, I’m serious, how th—the fuck is this?? I’m meeting up with my people tonight, Im out here in public, I’m trying to get my dick wet, I’m supposed to meet my family on Monday, why would y—?!”

“Hey, hey, tranquilo, hombre! I’m just trying to have a lil fun too! Don’t worry, baby! Look, who you seeing tonight? Angela? Krystal?”

Darrius was breathing heavy, angry breaths. He knew the two would be in the group tonight though. He allowed himself a few angry nods of the head.

“Those chicas loooove me, dude! We get along great, even though they want me. Always after mi leche, know what I mean? Fag hags, man, they always want a lil, truth! Go getchu some of that tonight, mano! I bet if you played the game right, you could bag them both at once if you wanted!”

Darrius pondered this through his angry breaths. When he mentioned getting his dick wet, he did have Krystal in mind. Hell, now that Miguel brought her up, Angela would be sick too. He knew that they hung around Miguel always, hung off him really. His mind immediately pictured the three of them fucking in knots on top of sweaty sheets, eating Krystal out while breeding Angela, catching them both off guard by his—oh, WOW, Miguel was packing. He could feel his borrowed hog swelling to obscene turgidity in his designer jeans. He leaned forward to hide its upcurved head from drawing too much attention to his tent.

Miguel must’ve noticed his change in demeanor and interjected, pleased with himself, “Seeee?! Not such bad night after all, huh?” He giggled and brought the camera close to his—again, Darrius’s!—face. “Also, I guess you just realized I’ve got you beat in at least one way, no?”

“Not funny, man. This shit’s still fucked up,” Darrius saved face.

“Still, you’re so fuckin’ STRONGGG, bro! I mean—RRRNNG!” Miguel flexed both his borrowed arms intensely, pursing his lips, lifted them up behind his head and crunched his abs into definition with another deep grunt, put one foot up on his bathroom counter and tugged on his chubbing meat as he popped his pecs a few times.

“Alright, alright, man, that ain’t what I wanna see,” Darrius had calmed down a bit.

“It’s all you, mano! Also, just enjoy the weekend, man! Don’t worry about the familia, bro, I promise I’ll call you back on Sunday and we can get this sorted back out.”

“Fuckin’ better, dude, I swear, I—”

“If you still want to.” Miguel concluded with another cheeky waggle of his tongue for the camera.

“Miguel, seriously, how—?”

“No time, amor, gotta take care of this,” he smacked his borrowed pole against his abs, “Then we both got a biiiiiig weekend ahead, right baby?”

“Migs—!!”

“Ciao, guapito!” Miguel hung up the call, leaving Darrius staring confused back at himself—well, not himself—in his phone’s screen.

What in the holy everloving fuuuuuck, he thought to himself, huffing out a breath and leaning back in his seat, his (frankly massive) tent now subsiding.

He didn’t feel terrible. He didn’t even look terrible, that was at least true. Miguel was right, girls were always hanging off him despite his disinterest in them sexually. He flaunted his looks and kept himself looking tight, like most of the Morehouse gays.

Darrius unlocked his phone—now having to input his code since his facial recognition no longer worked—and looked back at his reflection.

Clean. Svelte. Fresh. Sharp. Runner-muscled. Manicured. Almost pretty.

Hell, he could work with this!

He’d have to let his bros know he’d caught something, hopefully they’d buy it. Should they be surprised by Miguel showing up all the sudden? No, not necessarily. Miguel, as Darrius knew, had friends everywhere. Darrius’s friends may be upset for a moment by his intrusion, but after seeing how well Miguel could hang… after seeing how good of a wingman he could be… after seeing how skillfully Miguel could knock em back… after seeing how touchy-feely he and Angela and Krystal were getting throughout the night… He was sure they’d come around on Miguel in no time.

Darrius rolled his eyes with a sigh, figuring if this was how his weekend was turning out, he might as well roll with it. He started his texts to update his bros, planned his next steps, and scrolled through Angela’s and Krystal’s IG pages again, pawing at his newly well-endowed self greedily.

Hearing the intercom chime indicating his stop, he slipped his phone back into his pocket, adjusted his elephant cock under his waistband, and stepped into the hot, humid, Atlanta night air, his newly-loose clothes billowing in the thick summer breeze.

[clevertreephilosopher]

Just a hypothetical scenario.

A magic wizard can grant your wish but he tells you in advance what the price will be. If you want to be the muscular stud of your dreams, you will have to switch your sexuality and you will look like a muscular stud with no medical problems for the rest of your life, with a complete upgrade in the dick department, in the top 1% of sexual stamina and virility for men.

The price for this is your sexual orientation. If you are straight, you will have to become gay. If you are gay, you will have to become straight.

Or you can keep your body and wish for a hamburger. But it's a really good hamburger. Not the best hamburger, just...really good.

[clevertreephilosopher]

Audition

Author's note: @transform4u requested a story, so this one's for him. This is kind of a departure fore me. It's mostly done in first person, which I don't usually do. I hope you enjoy it.

“I wish I didn’t have to remember all these lines,” the words came out as a whisper.  A soft breeze blew in the theater.  “Granted,” it seems to say in the wind that chilled you to the bone.  The words on the script faded away, being replaced with a signed contract with a television company.  Something about documenting your life for the next few months.  Leaving your home and going to a time-share with some other people.  You look at the paperwork confused.  A buzz infiltrating your brain. 

“Rocko”, the director calls me.  I’m confused.  Isn’t my name Richard?  “Rocko Salvatori?  On stage please.”  He looks at me and I head up to the stage for an audition? 

The director looks at me and asks, “Hello, Rocko.  Your resume says your favorite hobby is working out?  Can you tell me about that?”

“Working out?  No, I mean,” images of the time I’ve spent in the gym, dedicating time and sweat and tears to making my pecs and bis grow.  Never skipping leg day.  Always taking creatine mixed with pre workout, downing protein shakes and doing endless crunches...  Gotta take care of the “situation”. 

“Yeah,” I say.  “I go to the gym five days a week.  Can you tell?” 

I flex a bicep that seems to grow out of nowhere.  Ten inches around turns in to 12 inches, turns in to 15 inches, turns in to 20 inches.  I flex my pecs.  Since when do I flex my pecs, I ask myself?  My pecs inflate with newfound muscle.  Growing to a whopping 50 inches around. 

I find my body stretching taller…  legs more so resembling long logs, stretching to the sky, torso stretching out, getting rid of the pudge that used to be there, and developing in to 8 separate rocks, an 8-pack of abs. 

My dick growing longer and longer now resembling a beer bottle in length and girth.  “Fuck yeah, I work out, bro,”  I say. 

The director asks, “I also see that you’ve done some modeling?”

Images of past gigs fill my memory.  That time I was flown down to Cancun to appear on a show for MTV Spring Break.  That photo shoot for a young adult clothing brand.  That one time he posed for Exercise for Men Only.  “Yeah, bro,” you find yourself saying.  “I aced modeling.”  Your face reshapens.  Jawline becoming sharper.  Cheeks becoming  accented, less round, more angular.  Eye brows becoming shaped, more perfect.  Teeth whitening, glowing, straightening.  Eyes becoming more clear, turning from blue to a sharp glowing brown.  Stuble growing around your chin and mouth area.  Your thick black hair standing straight up, held up with a precise amount of Spiker hair gel and a 16-second spray of Got 2 B hair shaper and molder.  You give ducklips pose to the director, and bring out your phone to take a selfie and post it on Instagram. 

The director clears his throat.  “Under life philosophy you just wrote GTL.  What does that mean?”

“Bruh,” you say, your brain rearranging information.  Reprogramming your memories, your thoughts, making you a different person. 

“Bruh, it’s a way of life.  A philosophical kind of being.  Gym, Tan Laundry.  You gotta take care of your bod… your pecs, bis, and abs… I like to look fresh, so everything has to go in to it.  You know, you have to go to the gym the whole week.  Tan.  You have to have color if you didn’t go to the beach.  And then the last thing you need to take care of is the outfit.  You gotta look fresh, you know.  If you don’t look good, you ain’t gonna feel good bro, and then you ain’t gonna have a good night.”

 You give in to the words that are coming out of your mouth.   Gym.Tan.Laundry=LIFE, bruh,  Fuck yeah.  Gotta be FTD, Fresh To Death.  Looking for hunnies DTF.  Down To Fuck.  Hell yeah!  The thoughts running through your head.

“Rocko,” the director says, “it says here that you identify as a Guido?  Can you tell me about that?”

The words go through my head.  Guido… Guido…  Fuck Yeah, I’m a fucking Guido.!  I GTL all day and am DTF all night.  I go out FTD, and get all the pussy I want.  I am so Hot, So Fresh.  I’m a fucking Guido.  “I’m a Guido.  What’s there to explain?  I work out, tan and clean up fresh.  I go out and party all night and bring home the PU-NA-NI, you know what I mean?  And I have over three million followers on my social media.”

Red flashes over the director’s eyes, and a demonic façade flashes over the director’s face, just for a second.  “You’ll be perfect for the next generation of our new reality show, Rocko.”

[clevertreephilosopher]

Reason to: Go Halfway Across the Globe

Because you cannot risk the real Luke to realize that he got an impostor living in broad daylight looking like him. Besides, you managed to stole his passport and some cash without him noticing until it was too late and you were already establishing your off-grid life in the tiny Greek islands acting as guide to some visiting American or Western European youngsters that preferred your service for your native English language and playful personality. This is the life you've always dreamed off, utilizing and getting paid the knowledge from the classes you took for your History degree especially Greek Antiquities, talking with people while wandering islands aimlessly and admired by the guests for your knowledge plus Luke's dreamy bod that got you not only clients for the daytime, but several side gigs at night from some of the more lustful ones craving to be guided by their charming tour guide. Life cannot be more fun

[clevertreephilosopher]

On we go.

I staded at a hotel when I saw him. Actually, I initially followed a cute, sporty businessman, got on until he was about to open his room.

"Eh, sorry Sir?" I called when I was sure that we were alone."I I think you lost this in the lobby!"

Of cause it w just was some random item out of my pocket, but it gave me enough opportunity to place a shot into his neck while he was looking at it.

So I pushed him in while he was going down, slipping in right away before heading out to try my new, suited look when I saw this hunk of a guy in the lobby as I wanted to cross it.

I was immediately drawn, followed him exactly as I did with the other one despite him not beeing as easily distracted as the other one. I fact he turn around when I lifted my hand with the shot.

But at that point, this wasn't a problem at all. I was quick, getting that serum in long before he could have done more than turning his head.

So there we are again, changed in yet another handsome fella.

I should would take out the businessman aswell at some point, but at that point, I really craved some time with that stunning latino.

Maybe at the pool, to get started...

[clevertreephilosopher]

Reason to: Collect Those Caps

Because you somehow can shapeshift into the last person that worn them complete with all their memories and everything you need to pass as them, as long as you put on those caps and it stayed on your head.

Taking it off returned you to your normal form and it only worked once, because after that, since you're the last person wearing those caps, you will not transform into anyone else. Unless, you return those caps to its rightful owner and the owner wears it once more before you take the cap again. Another way is to let someone else you targeted wear that used cap and you then can shift into their exact copy so yes, the cap doesn't have to go back to its original owner for it to work again.

All in all, quite a useful power. It helps well if you planned on to do some nifty little trick for some quick fun of shenanigan, but definitely not a long-lasting solution if you want to move on with an entirely brand new life and body

[clevertreephilosopher]

Season 3

Genie Origins: Time Traveling Stripper

Francesca stood before her mirror, her voice filling the room as she practiced her scales, dreaming of the day she would be a famous singer. She yearned for the spotlight, the cheering crowds, and the thrill of performing on stage. She was an aspiring singer, and she wanted nothing more than to be a big star.

One day, while exploring a flea market, she discovered an old, ornate lamp. Intrigued by its design, she picked it up and gave it a good polish. Suddenly, a puff of smoke erupted from the spout, and a mischievous genie materialized before her.

"Greetings, mortal!" the genie boomed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I am here to grant you one wish. What is your heart's desire?"

Francesca's eyes widened in disbelief, but she quickly gathered her thoughts. "I... I want to be a famous singer. I want to be a big star!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement and longing.

The genie grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Very well. Your wish is granted." He waved his hand, and a swirling vortex enveloped Francesca, pulling her through time and space.

When she emerged from the vortex, Francesca found herself in a dimly lit dressing room, the air thick with the scent of hairspray and perfume. She looked around in confusion, taking in the racks of costumes and the vanity mirror lined with bright lights. As she caught her reflection in the mirror, she gasped in shock.

Her long, flowing locks began to recede, shortening and darkening to a deep brown. The hair styled itself into a quaffed look popular in the late 70s. Her once-smooth face sprouted a thick mustache, and her delicate features morphed into a more masculine, chiseled jawline. Her bright, eager eyes darkened to a sultry, smoldering gaze.

Francesca's petite frame began to stretch and grow, her height increasing rapidly. Her slim arms and legs thickened with lean muscle, the definition clear beneath her smooth, tanned skin. Her shoulders broadened, and her waist narrowed, taking on a more masculine shape. Her hips slimmed down, and her once-curvy buttocks firmed up, becoming taut and muscular.

Her breasts, once full and perky, began to flatten and firm, transforming into a hard, muscular chest. Her nipples darkened and shrank, becoming smaller and flatter against her newly formed pectorals. A light dusting of dark hair spread across her chest, accentuating her masculine physique.

Francesca felt a strange sensation between her legs, and she looked down to see her underwear bulging slightly, a penis and testicles forming where there had been none before. Her once-smooth mound became hairier, matching the dark hair that covered her body. Her thighs and calves became more defined, the muscles lean and powerful.

Her clothes shifted, morphing into a skimpy little black speedo that clung to her newly formed masculine frame. The speedo was snug around the crotch, accentuating the bulge that had formed there. She stood there, her lean, muscular physique on full display.

Memories flooded back to her—memories of being Maxwell Hardwell, a lean, muscular exotic dancer from the late 70s. She remembered the feel of the stage beneath her feet, the sound of the music pulsing through her veins, and the cheers of the crowd as she danced. She was Maxwell, and she was proud of it.

Maxwell turned to the side, admiring his reflection in the mirror. He flexed his arms, watching as his muscles rippled beneath his smooth, tanned skin. He ran a hand through his short, quaffed hair, a smirk playing on his lips as he struck a pose.

"Well, well, well," he murmured, his voice a low, velvety purr. "Looks like I'm the star of the show tonight."

Just then, the sound of music and cheering erupted from beyond the dressing room door. Maxwell's heart raced with excitement and anticipation. He took one last look in the mirror, adjusting his speedo and striking a seductive pose.

"Time to give the people what they want," he said, his voice filled with confidence and determination. With a final flex of his muscles, Maxwell turned and strutted out of the dressing room, ready to take the stage and captivate his audience.

As he stepped onto the stage, the spotlight shining down on him, Maxwell knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be. He was a star, and he was going to give the performance of a lifetime. With a sultry smirk and a wink, he began to dance, his body moving with grace and precision as he captivated the cheering crowd.

[clevertreephilosopher]

Reason to: Steal That Gym Gear

Because it belonged to JC, the sweaty gym hunk that always managed to drive you wild with his thick, muscular form as if he's a rugby player or something.

Plus, his incredibly mouth-watering musk that always hit you everytime you were in his vicinity, causing your cock to instantly hardened as soon as your nose inhaled a whiff of that potent, earthy yet salty musk combined perfectly with his preferred aquatic scent. You would never expect a man that.....beastly, to be quite refined in his scent preference, or maybe he's just self-aware of his own musk and masked it with that alluring aquatic scent

The opportunity to bury yourself in his scent presented itself as he left his damp white compression tank, matching basketball shorts and that gigantic size 13 shoes and wet, musty socks unattended right on the bench in front of his locker. And of course you took that, not just sniffing it right then and there, but to eventually grabbed it altogether as you made your run before anyone found out the scrawny janitor stole the 102 kg gym beefcake entire wardrobe.

What you didn't expect is for the session to turn into something so much more delightful as every usage of the article inflated your muscles, thickened your bones, bubbled up that flat ass of yours and caused your cock to hardened to an incredible length your own cock would never achieve as its pinkish color turned slightly darker to match JC's Latino cock. Before long, you already reeked and steamed your own car as you were lost in your own as self-worship as you assumed JC's form, down to every single facial hair and even scar in his pubic area from the bitch with that long nails.

Guess you will need to take more of your clothing from the locker room, it's not possible to only go out with a compression tanktop and basketball shorts for every single occasion after all