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danny-moon · 4 years ago

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Understanding Each Other - Part I

Austin groaned as the bright morning light invaded his bedroom, hitting him directly in the eyes. With the slight burning growing hotter and hotter onto his face, he slowly opened his eyes in annoyance as he prepared to get up and fix the curtains. As he began to squirm in bed and prepare to get up, he grew slightly alarmed by what he was feeling. It had apparently been a rough night based on the dull discomfort that had spread all across his body.

Despite his best attempts at trying to find a reason for this, he continued to come up with no theories. He hadn’t even had an intense workout last night, so something about this last night’s sleep had fucked him up more than the gym. In fact, it had been so bad that he had somehow flipped sides of the bed, now residing in the spot where his girlfriend of 5 years, Becca, usually sat. Finally sitting up completely, Austin absentmindedly brushed his hair away from his head as he pulled his feet off the side of the bed. “Wait… I don’t have long hair…” Austin thought to himself, his mind’s confusion being delayed from his body’s dazed nature.

Before Austin could force his hands to move up and try to remedy this new hair dilemma, his eyes darted towards the open doorway as the sound of the creaking wood floors startled him. As he looked towards the source of the sound, his eyes went wide as he found himself now looking directly at his own body. “Hey babe, sleep well?” his doppelganger stated, chuckling as the clone moved slowly towards the bed. “Huh? Wha- what’s going on?” Austin said, his mind breaking through the haziness finally. His eyes frantically searched around the room, growing increasingly more alert as he took in his surroundings.

Looking down, Austin’s surroundings quickly grew a lot more confusing as a set of perky breasts greeting him instead of the ripped pectorals that he usually had. “Holy shit!” Austin exclaimed, watching as his chest heaved with each breath, further showing off his new assets. In disbelief, the man moved his hands towards the foreign growths, watching in complete awe as a pair of thin, well-manicured hands quickly lifted up and moved towards his chest.

“Hey, stop playing with my tits!” the hulking man said to Austin, revealing that his body was now being operated by his girlfriend. “You have to get up and get ready for the gym. I have a busy day planned for you…” Becca said, her now-husky voice echoing across the room. To Austin’s surprise, the newly-feminized man found his former voice quite intimidating. As the body-snatched man began to obey Becca’s order and awkwardly walk into the bathroom, he began to think about a lot of things. Firstly, he found himself incredibly uncomfortable with the swinging and bouncing sensations that his new breasts now gave. It was crazy to feel it with each passing step, so much so that Austin actually wished that he was wearing a bra to save himself from the feeling. As he crossed his hands across his bulging chest, Austin began to think back to the night before and the huge fight that he had had with Becca.

For the most part, the day prior had been a fairly normal day. Austin had woken up, did his live morning workout with his Instagram followers, and then had a hearty brunch. After that, he had headed off to the gym to both have a routine workout at the extremely popular gym in his area. As an aspiring fitness influencer, Austin was eager to build his following to hopefully create a career and help him become a bodybuilder. He had been pursuing this dream for 3 years now, so despite the fact that he had already gained thousands of followers, Austin was eager to grow his fanbase further and be the best he could possibly be. However, once he had finished his workout that had also doubled as an impromptu photoshoot and checked his phone, it was clear that Becca wasn’t as excited about his devotion to his brand. As he read the sea of texts, he saw Becca begging him to come home, accusing him of loving his body more than her and threatening to leave if he wasn’t home immediately.

Despite his annoyance at the situation, he was desperate not to lose his girlfriend of 5 years, so he quickly entered the locker room, skipped his usual shower, grabbed his gym bag, and rushed home. Of course, the fighting didn’t stop upon his arrival, it only grew in intensity as Austin walked into the door. Becca herself was an aspiring influencer, but she angrily stated that she was able to find a balance between work and real life. As a result, she was especially angry towards her partner for pushing her to the side and allowing his work to completely overtake his life. In fact, he had been so consumed that they hadn’t fucked in over a month, which Becca was quick to point out as she angrily threw his workout clothes and gear across the room. “I wish you knew what it was like… having to sit around and wait for you to just show up whenever you feel like it…” Becca stated, the words staggered as she sat on the corner of the bed to catch her breath.

Although he knew that Becca was right in regards to her complaints, Austin grew annoyed that she didn’t understand what he was trying to do. “Babe, I’m trying to build a career, something that can sustain both of us! I wish you knew what it was like to have the constant pressure to make it happen for us…” Austin said, his voice firm as he sat on the other corner of the bed and looked towards his girlfriend. As they continued to speak about their situation and how they both needed to work on themselves, they soon grew tired from the eventful day. With Austin wrapping his big arms around his girlfriend, they both quickly fell asleep, which ultimately led to this morning’s grand surprise for Austin.

Upon entering the bathroom, Austin gasped as the sight in front of him confirmed the worst possible scenario. Instead of seeing his hunky visage, the body of his girlfriend was instead staring back at him. “I’ll leave you to go get ready… I’m heading off to the other bathroom.” Becca quickly said as she slammed the door and lumbered off, her footsteps loud and booming despite her departure from the bedroom.

Now alone, Austin was completely speechless as he realized that there was really nothing he could do about his situation. Somehow, his body had been swapped with his girlfriend after their fight, and despite his shock and fear, his girlfriend was embracing it fully. The way she domineered him into that bathroom and told him to get ready showed that this swap wasn’t something that she was phased by. She was adamant about teaching him a lesson last night, and Austin thought that she had gotten her wish since he viewed this as the worst possible punishment.

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As Austin continued to stare into the mirror at his new body, Becca had found her way into the other bathroom and had the complete opposite reaction. Instead of shock and speechlessness, Becca was clearly enjoying herself. Upon shutting the door, she peeled off the tank top that Austin had fallen asleep on and revealed the godly physique that Becca had often found herself admiring in the bedroom.

Smiling, Becca flexed in the mirror and felt her built body in complete amusement. She had always heard that her family was magically gifted, but she never figured that it was real. Despite her innate ability to win lotteries and random giveaways, the concept of being able to manifest anything she desired was something she never thought about. But during their fight last night, being riddled with anger and jealousy had led her to give into those innate powers and as she stared at the mirror, she found that the results were rather impressive.

Now in the bulking body of her boyfriend, Becca knew that she was going to have a wild time as the aspiring bodybuilding influencer. She had seen how all of the girls (and even some of the guys) looked at her partner in the gym, so the thought of experiencing that for herself was incredibly erotic to think about. Plus, punishing Austin and teaching him a lesson was quite the added bonus for stealing his body. Reaching into the deep pockets of Austin’s shorts, Becca quickly fished out Austin’s phone and unlocked it. To celebrate her successful plan, the body-snatching girlfriend began to take quick photos in succession and admire her new physique.

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While Becca was enjoying herself in her boyfriend’s body, Austin was still freaking out at the body he was now residing in. Every move he made had led to some weird sensation that felt entirely different from his formerly solid frame. At his new shorter height, he had to jump to reach something on top of the cabinet, which inherently led to his new breasts jiggling wildly due to having no bra on. Sitting down onto the edge of the bathtub, Austin pouted and tried to hold back his tears as he felt such incredible loss. Not only had he lost his body, but he had also lost every aspect of his masculinity as well. Peeking down the front of his shorts, tears began to flow down his face as he caught sight of his new genitalia and the dick that he now lacked.

“This is a fucking nightmare…” Austin said, cringing as he heard the sound of his girlfriend’s voice coming out of his throat. Before he could do anything else, Austin jumped as a loud bang occurred onto the bathroom door. “Hey, you ready yet? We need to go do our workouts so I can take some pictures” he heard from the other side of the door. “It’s time for you to get a chance to know what it’s like to be me… Becca” his former voice said from the other side of the door, chuckling as his girlfriend called Austin by his new name.

Extremely worried about his girlfriend’s apparent powers and not wanting to feel any more of her wrath, Austin quickly undressed, leaning down as he turned on the shower and let it begin to heat up. Standing back up from the bathtub and looking into the mirror, Austin caught sight of his new body nude: the curvy figure, the perky tits, and the dick-less crotch glaring back at him. His hands touched his breasts, grabbing onto them and feeling their heft in his hands. He hated the sensation of how they hung off his chest, despite the fact that his body shivered in pleasure as his hands grazed across his sensitive nipples. As the steam fogged up the mirror and his view of his new body, Austin’s gaze was broken, causing the man to quickly hop into the shower and begin to wash his new body.

With the mane of long hair, Austin was stunned (but not surprised) by just how much time it took to shampoo and condition it in comparison to his short, nearly shaved hairstyle. Despite his reservations, Austin eventually gave in and lathered the soap across his crotch and ass, which was an entirely new situation. Feeling the pillowy ass that he had so often grabbed onto and slapped in the bedroom now on his own body was very strange, but there was seemingly nothing he could do to combat that. Soldering on, he quickly washed himself off, twisting the knob and wrapping a towel around himself to begin drying off.

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Becca was also taking her own shower, but this was (of course) the opposite experience as Austin. Becca was smiling giddy when she completely undressed, watching as Austin’s impressive cock revealed itself. Grabbing onto it, Becca chuckled as she felt it pulsate in her hand, her new genitalia quickly growing harder and harder by the second. Austin’s body was in quite pristine condition, so it made it fairly enjoyable for his girlfriend to find herself in. Stepping into the shower, she chuckled as she struggled to navigate with her wider proportions, her wide biceps constantly banging against the side of the shower.

Washing her body was a breeze in comparison to her other form, especially due to her shorter hair and lack of lady bits. She lathered the body wash against her thick pectorals and ran her hand up and down the washboard abs she now possessed, giggling at just how buff she now was. Her hands moved further down, rubbing onto the wide legs that showcased a built form that would have no struggle running in a marathon. Finally, her hands moved further up as she grasped onto her new cock, the soap lathering up the thick and girthy genitalia. She moaned, surprised at just how good it felt stroking herself. Not wanting the feeling to stop, she continued to do it, noticing how similar yet different it felt in comparison to the other times she had given Austin hand jobs. To her dismay, the body swap had led to Becca becoming temporarily hypersensitive, as it only took a few more strokes before she reached climax and began to coat the shower with her seed. As she washed the mix of jizz and soap off of her impressive physique, she panted with deep breaths due to the shock of her first male ejaculation. “I could get used to that…” Becca said between exhales, smiling as she heard the husky voice of her boyfriend coming out of her mouth. With her wash completed, Becca turned the knob and grabbed onto her towel and wrapped it around her waist, no longer having to worry about having her breasts on full display.

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While drying off in the bedroom, Austin was startled by the sudden opening of the bedroom door. He watched as his buff body appeared in the doorway, straining to fit in it due to the wide muscles that his girlfriend now possessed. “You’re not ready yet?” Becca stated, a clear sense of agitation displayed with her voice as she walked into the room with swagger.

For Austin, he remained in the corner of the bedroom, awkwardly holding the towel against his breasts and trying his best to navigate around them. Before he could ask his girlfriend for help, he gasped as Becca dropped her towel and revealed her new body in all of its glory. He shielded his eyes at first, shocked by the sudden reveal at seeing another man naked. However, thinking about how it’s really his body, he slowly lowered his hand and caught sight of his body from an outsider’s perspective.

Staring at the thick biceps that adorned her arms, Austin began to admire his former physique from afar. His body looked so good, especially with a view like this. This revelation however only added to Austin’s sadness as he longed to be back in his rightful body and be able to look down and see his buff pectorals instead of the perky breasts he now had. Austin was essentially starstruck with his former body as he watched Becca get dressed and cover up that physique with some grey sweatpants and a blue tank top. “I wonder how easily she could pick me up and kiss me…” Austin thought, which caused him to shake his head in bewilderment. Why would he think something like that? Were these feminine hormones overtaking his mind and making him thirst that severely for his old body?

Desperate to stop fantasizing about his own body, Austin turned away from Becca and dropped his towel. With his feminine body completely exposed, he quickly rummaged through Becca’s dresser drawers to find some clothes for his workout. He found a sports bra, which he quickly pulled up and over his head. He had some struggles at first, especially when it came to securing his tits into it. It was incredibly strange to manhandle his tits into the clothing, but it was a necessary evil to avoid any future bouncing during his workout. After pulling on a pair of panties that perfectly concealed his feminine genitalia, he began to search for the perfect garments to wear.

Not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, he quickly pulled out a black tank top and some black yoga pants and pulled them onto his body. Although he enjoyed his fair share of tight clothing to show off his former body, the tightness of his new clothing was a different kind that only made him feel extremely self-conscious. It was strange feeling the tightness of the yoga pants, especially as they wrapped around the barren crotch he now possessed. After a little bit of a struggle, he finally finished pulling his clothes on and turned around to face his partner.

Looking towards Becca, Austin saw that his former body had sat on the edge of the bed by this point, staring at him struggling to get dressed. “You finally figured it out huh?” Becca said, chuckling a hearty chuckle as Austin awkwardly frowned. “How did this happen? Why am I stuck in your body?” Austin said, his words attempting to be devoid of any weak emotions. He was over this situation and just wanted to find himself back in the body that was rightfully his.

Figuring it was time to reveal the truth, Becca began to discuss her family’s history and her innate ability to manifest anything she says. “You couldn’t have just asked for tons of money and fame and saved all of this trouble?” Austin said once Becca ended her story, to which Becca replied “But that wouldn’t have taught you a lesson would it?”

In response, Austin walked over to his girlfriend and dropped onto her knees, resting her arms on Becca’s wide thighs. “Please change us back… I’ll do anything!” Austin stated, attempting to remain calm and find a solution to please his powerful girlfriend. “Anything huh?” Becca said, which elicited a head nod from her boyfriend. “Well, if you’re willing to do anything, I have a little bet for you. You decided to ignore me to help build your social media following, so let’s have you try and do that all over again. Except this time, you’ll have to do it as Becca instead…” she stated, chuckling as Austin’s jaw dropped.

“But babe, you barely use social media! This isn’t fair!” he said, groaning as he remembered his girlfriend’s general disinterest in social media. It was a struggle to even convince her to get an Instagram account so he could tag her on their anniversary photos, so the concept of having to build a following for her as fast as possible sounded quite daunting.

“Well, if you want your body so bad, you’ll have to find a way. I’ve set the ground rules, it’s just up to you to follow through with it. I personally don’t mind becoming Austin permanently…” Becca said, throwing up her arm and flexing, showcasing the insane stolen biceps that the former Austin had spent years growing.

“Alright, I’ll do it. If that’s what it takes, I’ll play by your rules. There’s no way that I’ll just accept this body as my own. I spent years on those muscles and I won’t let you take them away from me!” Austin said, his voice attempting to sound serious and to the point. However, due to Becca’s timid nature and voice, it failed to make a huge impact on the real Becca, who just continued to chuckle and flex.

“Sounds like a deal then babe!” Becca said, leaning down to Austin and pulling him in for a kiss. To Becca, she wasn’t really affected by the kiss, only focusing on the fact that she still wanted to show that she loved Austin despite his behavior. The body switcher also wanted to make sure that Austin behaved, so she did that kiss to seal the deal. However, for Austin, this was quite the personal discovery. As Becca got up and walked towards the bathroom, Austin sat there in awe at what he was feeling.

Despite knowing that he was solely straight and the fact that Becca was in his body, Austin couldn’t deny that he felt incredibly turned on by Becca’s kiss. The scratch of his body’s facial hair felt incredible and feeling his former lips against his new ones was incredibly erotic. Was he not as straight as he once thought? Was this just the result of feminine hormones flooding his body and mind? He was incredibly alarmed and couldn’t do anything but ponder the ramifications this swap would have on him while his girlfriend was in the bathroom.

From the bathroom, Becca dropped her pants and quickly began to take a piss, chuckling at just how easy it was to go to the bathroom now. It was much easier than having to sit down and wipe every time. Now she could just shake her incredibly impressive dick and tuck it back into her pants with ease. Still feeling quite turned on by her new body, Becca flushed the toilet and moved towards the bathroom mirror. After pulling out Austin’s phone, she quickly took some more selfies, quickly picking her favorite and posting it onto her story for all of her followers with the caption: Gym Time! 💪

After washing her hands and absentmindedly flexing a few more times, Becca peered out of the doorway and looked at her boyfriend. It looked as if he was staring off into space, so Becca’s booming voice spoke to break Austin out of his trance. “You ready to go to the gym princess?” she said, chuckling as she watched her boyfriend jolt back to reality and turn his head towards Becca, a clear look of annoyance spread across his face.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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danny-moon · 4 years ago

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The Crystal

Adam was a biochemical engineer, and he was on assignment to analyze samples obtained from an excavation in Africa. He was an expert in identifying samples obtained from big assignments like this and determine what each new discovery was. The archeologist sent him this new piece, what looked like a simple crystal. Apparently the archeologist couldn't identify this kind of crystal so Adam was sent the discovery to view its microscopic structure and create a report of the findings.

Adam opened the shipping box that arrived to his lab to find the crystal surrounded by soft cushion that protected it on its travel to the States. He stood it up on a stand and observed it.

Adam took out his tools and continued to look at it, thinking about what he would do to start the process of identifying the crystal.

Adam brought his chipping tool out. He needed a small piece of the crystal to place under the microscope to see the crystalline structure that it has.

Adam took the tool to the edge of the crystal and tapped at it, getting small shavings of the crystal land at the baseplate the crystal was resting on. The small chip managed to show a more intricate design within the crystal to come out. It started to reflect with the light, as if it was under the sun, beams shone out of the crystal, hitting Adam in the eye managing him to accidentally stub his thumb with the chipper. Adam winced in pain and saw that he had gotten a good amount of sample to place under the microscope.

Adam heard a knock at his door, another scientist asked him if he could assist in a demonstration. Adam set the crystal sample down, knowing all he was gonna do was look in a microscope, it was not too important at the moment. Adam followed his colleague, but then stopped, feeling a staining feeling in his chest. Was he having chest pain? No, Adam thought, he was the epitament of health. He shrugged the thought off his mind and went to help his colleague. After he helped his colleague, he began to walk back to his lab. As he was walking, he did not notice that his skin began to darken, from a pale completion to a deep brown.

Adam checked his watch for the time and noticed his skin changed. Adam jumped, why would his skin be changing, that does not happen so quickly. He arrived at the lab and decided to continue the examination and worry about his sudden color change after.

Adam chipped a bit more of the crystal, but not realizing it was releasing an odorless, colorless gas. This gas began to cloud over Adam, which began to change his body with no realization. His arms began to expand. Adam moved around a bit in discomfort as he moved to his microscope. He clenched onto his chest, as it began to round out and push past his once loose labcoat. Adam grunted, with a now deeper voice than before.

Adam was stern on getting this analysis done. As he was prepping the sample for the microscope, his back began to expand. Adam grunted as he struggled to get the sample on the glass plate as his hands began to thicken into meaty limbs. His labcoat began to stretch so far beyond his normal body proportions.

Getting uncomfortable, Adam took off his lab coat, exposing the now enormous arms that he still hadn't realized were there. Adam observed the crystal, wrote down his findings and was able to get work done until he got a phone call. Adam answered the phone with a now deep baritone voice. It was the archeologist, and he sounded in a panic. He said that apparently this crystal once gave the African village their biggest Warrior with magic. Adam let out a hefty laugh, now realizing what had happened to him. Apparently cracking the crystal had released the little bit of magic left because the main mineral now was a pale white instead of that clear beige color. He thanked the archeologist for the tip and wished him the best. Adam began to flex his new muscles and smiled. He had to get back to work so he set a reminder on his phone to get a gym membership sometime that week. Other than that, it was time to look at other samples in his microscope, which he thought he could crush if he wasn't too careful about it.

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danny-moon · 4 years ago

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Gym possession

I been watching this fine stud for a while now, he seems to have all the ticks for my new chance at life. You know I been haunting this gym a few years now waiting for the right guy to come along. I listened to the conversations he had with fellow gym members which makes me want his body even more. He said that he will come in much later on today which was perfect for the possession of his fine body!

That evening came and he was shirtless and looked serious about this session, I waited for him to sweat it out and drain his energy and here was the chance of a life time. As he about to do his final weight lifting, he took a deep breathe and I flew straight into him. Inside he was fighting for control but my desire over took his confidence and I finally pushed him out of his body and then I took complete control. I smiled as I looked down.

I felt a whole new surge of strength, youth flowing quickly around my body as I took my time checking out my new abs on my chest. “

“Fuck bro you REALLY have worked for this strength only for ME to take it all away from YOU!!”

Laughing that I gained a whole new life given to me with ease.

I carried on acting serious as this new personality of mine is cocky and dominate. It was a complete new feeling as I was a skinny guy before and now I am on the opposite side when it comes to sex in bed. I knew from memories that I also gained a big cock that seems to have a quick sperm production rate.

“Shame bro that this cock will be filling up those tight holes of twinks now instead of pussies”

I was smirking at that as I knew Landon was floating in the gym trapped and screaming at the fact he can’t get his body. Some reason he was now trapped as a ghost while I enjoy hos life as my own.

I couldn’t resist standing here looking at my new muscles knowing that this is all mine until I grow old.

I really hope that I can possess someone else again as it’s such an amazing feeling taking a prime body from a cocky arrogant jock like Landon!

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danny-moon · 4 years ago

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Throw two alpha males into the same gym, and they’ll either become best friends or enemies.

Maybe if Derek wasn’t such an asshole, we’d have been best bros. But one time I was just finishing up my entire workout and I told him he couldn’t switch in, and he got all pissed about it. It was my last two sets, and then I had to run, he didn’t have to act like such a little bitch about it.

But now every time we’re in the gym at the same time, he’s gotta pull some kind of shit. He even has a couple admirers that do his fucking bidding- I saw some nerdy type trying to steal something from my gym bag, and when caught in the act, he just ran behind Derek like some kind of cowering puppy. Pathetic.

Not that I don’t have a couple of non-muscle types on my side. I’d been helping this kinda guy Shawn for a month by giving him some pointers, and he’d seen some small gains, and now he practically worships me. And honestly, I was proud of him- it’s the incentive to keep going to the gym and work- whatever genetics gave you- that mattered to me. Sure, he’d never weigh more than a buck fifty, but he wasn’t some asshole like Derek.

It was after Derek “tripped” one day and spilled my protein shake that I just got super pissed and ranted about him to Shawn.

“I can’t stand that asshole!” I growled, glowering from across the gym. “He thinks the whole fucking world revolves around him.”

Shawn tried to calm me down.

“Listen, Mark,” he said, helping me clean up my shake. “You’re a good guy, and you’ve been super nice to me. Maybe I could do something to help you out with Derek…”

“Like what?” I asked.

Shawn blushed.

“Well, uh… I’m kind of a hypnotist, and…” he cleared his throat. “I could maybe make this audio file that makes him listen to you…. follow your orders…”

“Are you for real?” I said. “That shit actually work?”

Shawn nodded and then continued.

“I could pretend to ask him for lifting help, act like we had a falling out, and then tell him that I had this great file that would help him out with his workouts….”

Holy shit. That sounded amazing.

“Shawn,” I said, clapping him on the back. “You’re fucking awesome, bro!”

And the rest of the week at the gym, it all went to plan. Shawn started following Derek around, praising his muscles and asking for help. Derek seemed only too happy to steal away an admirer of mine, and actually started parading Shawn in front of me, trying to piss me off.

But then I’d see him post workout, earbuds in, listening to something. Shawn saw me taking note and winked.

My phone buzzed. A text from Shawn.

“His trigger phrase is Muscle Slave,” it read.

I grinned. I couldn’t wait for just the right moment.

It came the next week. In the locker room, I saw Derek’s scrawny hero-worshipper kneeled over my gym bag, mumbling something. Derek probably sent him over to throw it in one of the showers or some juvenile prank like that.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you little twerp?” I bellowed, and the little pipsqueak jumped into the air and took off. I looked in my bag. Nothing missing. I pulled out my muscle tank and a clean jock from the bag and threw them on with some shorts. This shit was gonna end today.

I made my way across the locker room to Derek, who had just finished working out.

“Your little dork was trying to get into my stuff again,” I growled.

Derek looked up from the bench he sat on.

“Christ, you’re an asshole,” he sneered. “Just ‘cause you’ve got some muscle, you think you’re in charge. Take that away and you’d be a nobody.”

“And you think everyone should just bend over at your every word. Can’t imagine a world that doesn’t revolve around you,” I spat back.

Strangely, he grinned.

“I can’t help it if little guys love me,” he flexed in his tight black undershirt. “If you were one, I bet you’d be all over this too. Or should I say, when you are one…”

I froze. What the fuck was this asshole talking about?

“I can’t believe it,” he continued. “That ‘little dork’ you were talking about actually did it.”

“Did what?” I cleared my throat. Something felt weird. I glared down at Derek. My hand went to my throat. “What the…?”

Derek’s eyes blazed as he actually started to laugh.

“Shit, you haven’t noticed? You’ve gotta be 30 pounds lighter by now!”

I looked down. My previously tight muscle tank was hanging off of me. My pecs! Gone! My biceps- gone! All of my hard earned gains at the gym were melting away!

I stared in horror at Derek. Fuck, was I getting shorter? He was sitting- I should be towering over him.

“That ‘little dork’ friend of mine does some magic in his spare time,” Derek chortled. “And he agreed with me that you should get taken down a peg or two.”

My shorts felt loose as I lost another inch. Two.

“You bastard!” I yelled, and my voice cracked.

“So now you’re going to know what it feels like to be a scrawny little nerd, obsessed with big muscle guys.”

Oh god, even my dick was shrinking. I could feel the jock loosen around my balls. I should have been pissed, but… I just saw this behemoth in front of me, his thighs bulging in his dark green shorts. My now tinier dick was hard and getting harder. Fuck! I was getting horny looking at Derek!

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, sounding like some little bitch.

I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror to the side. I must be barely 5'4’’ now! I’d be lucky if I weighed 120!

Derek grinned at me.

“You want this, don’t you?” he said, and flexed his massive arms.

Fuck. I did. My shorts, now too baggy for my shrunken frame, fell down around my ankles. God, even my feet had shrunk! My size 13 sneakers made me feel like I was wearing clown shoes.

I stared at Derek, impossibly horny. God, I wanted him to fuck me. To pin me down with his massive bulk. He stood over me, a giant, seemingly impossibly tall after once being just an inch shorter than me. He pushed me to my new, skinny knees.

“Not giving orders anymore, are you, you horny little twink?” he laughed.

And then I saw the earbuds still in.

“Shut up, Muscle Slave,” I snapped.

Derek blinked. His jaw started to go slack.

“What…?” he trailed off. He looked wobbly.

“Sit down, Muscle Slave,” I said.

He did.

Fuck. I was horny. And now this massive muscle god was sitting in front of me, awaiting orders.

I wrapped my new smaller hand around my tiny, hard cock. My other hand moved its way to my ass. God, fuck, I was so small, and horny.

I needed to get fucked.

“You’re right,” I purred, tracing my hand down Derek’s massive shoulder. “I’m just a horny little twink boy.”

His eyes seemed glazed.

“And now you’re gonna fuck me like I’m the center of your reality.”

I saw his dick twitch in his green shorts.

“Fuck me, Muscle Slave,” I whispered.

He picked me up right out of my now massive shoes with one arm, and slid off the now comically large jockstrap down my now-hairless legs. He turned me around, and I felt his massive cock push against my ass.

“Yes, master,” he said.

I started to grind my perky little ass against his raging boner. I felt the sinew of his muscles gripping me, enveloping me. I wanted to worship every one of them.

Fuck.

I was a horny little muscle-obssed fuckboi.

I moaned in my higher voice.

And this muscle god was going to fuck me until I forgave him.

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danny-moon · 4 years ago

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Tired of the responsibilitys of adult life could you help me become a himbo slut that gets what he wants by being a slut

"On my way home, daddy," you typed as you sent the sultry message to the 54 years old oil tycoon, Harper Graff. As a matter of fact, Mr. Graff aka Daddy was your former business partner since you two graduated from Wharton. Not only building empire together, you two also built a family side by side, him with his gorgeous wife Kaetyln, and you with your wife Lori. But deep down, you know you wanted Harper, but he's straight from as much as you can tell

The death of your wife 7 years ago and his wife 6 months ago somehow opened an entry for you to make an advance. He shown some interest to some 20-something or 30-something newest recruit for the past years and you took that as a signal to made your move. But turned out, Harper complimented those recruits solely for their talent and nothing sexual at all, and he was surprised with your revelation on how you've a crush on him for ages. He politely rejected you but he clearly turned awkward ever since that. Dejected, you ended your partnership with him and left the company for some much-needed break.

But of course you didn't realize that the trip you booked to that island retreat altered your entire reality as you know it and now you head back to Houston to meet the man who picked you out from poverty and hardships and who you proudly call "Daddy". You no longer have your diabetes, balding gray hair or beer belly. It's all taut muscle with healthy internal organ now, and a handsome face to adore with. He might have his wife still, a decoy to preserve his fake persona as a ruthless businessman and also family man from an incredibly conservative state, but you know that Harper Graff is an insane fuck-machine who only reach his full sex potential when drilling a boipussy.

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One of my biggest desires is to suddenly become a big, strong, bear of a man. I wish I could just be going about my day when I hit a sudden growth spurt and become the man of my dreams. Shooting up a foot taller, gaining muscle and fat, sprouting hair and a beard, and, best of all, outgrowing my clothes. I can only imagine the type of dominant burly bear dad I'd become...

So you wish to be a big, strong, bear of a man. That is definitely possible, but the thing with wishes is there are a lot of components. It was a Saturday afternoon, you were shopping in your local mall. Window shopping mostly but nothing was catching your eye. Crowds of people rushed past you eager to get on with their day. One man, sporting a dense beard and a black tank top that accentuated his bulbous pecs and thick arms, pushed past you. He barely seemed to notice you as he did. His eyes locked on some store up ahead. As much as the inconvenience caught you off guard, there was something about him that drew you in. His masculinity? The way his clothes showed off this hard earned muscle? Maybe the faint smell of musk he left in his trail? Nevertheless, you were hooked.

You found yourself following him down the mall, past the oncoming traffic of shoppers. His strong stature never left your sight. As you walked you could feel yourself brushing past the crowd. This struck you as strange as you were small enough to slide right past people. It was like your arms bowed out slightly as you walked. But no matter what you did you couldn’t bring them full down to your sides. Still, you persisted after the captivating stranger. Your feet felt heavy against the tiled floor as though you’d been walking all day. Each step felt weightier than the other. In fact, your shoes felt tight around your feet, so did your trousers. They were hugging your legs where they had once been loose. And your shirt became extremely constricting. It clung around your chest as it felt like it was puffing out. Your nipples were practically piercing the fabric as they stood out. Then as you brushed past another bystander, your sleeves ripped. The seams ripped and tore down the length of your arm, falling in tatters to the floor. The smell of unwashed armpit started to assault your nose as you raised your now chunky arms. They looked as though they’d been pumped with muscle. The way your bicep and tricep contorted as you lifted it. You even found yourself flexing in the middle of the mall as you strode forward. A thick bush of wiring hair was now pushing out from your pit, begging for air and releasing the stench of body odour with its exposure. You even cracked dumb smile as you looked at your new muscular arms.

You should have been worried, you knew something wasn’t right but you couldn’t stop following the man. People were begging to stare as you flexed and started to outgrow your clothes. Next your shoes popped off as your cramped feet got release from their fabric prisons. They slapped against the ground as you walked growing rough and calloused. Your trousers started to shred as your wider strides pushed your skin through the seams. Eventually, they too crumpled to the floor. Your bare legs on display as thick black hairs started to pierce your skin. A forest of pubes emerged over the top of your underwear and your cock grew hard as the sight. You looked like some dumb oaf outgrowing your clothes. A man was even recording you as you pushed past him. Catching your now hair ass as it bounced with new found muscle. Part of you begged your underwear would hold, but another part of you hoped it too would rip away.

The man in front was now looking closer and closer in reach of you. Your bones cracked as you shot up a few inches until you towered over the crowds of people, making your barely covered body even more visible. “Dude, put on some clothes!” Said one jock you pushed past. “You fucking reek!” Said another woman that you barged out of your way. You couldn’t help it. All the while muscle was packing onto your frame and thick hair was sprouting across your entire body. Sweat was starting to drip down your back and cling to your patches of body hair. If you sweat anymore, you might have a green waft of air around you. Musk trailed your every movement. A beard grew down your face and neck and stretched at your skin. Then your shirt finally felt like it was about to give up. A pressure pushed from your stomach as a feeling of fullness overtook you. BURRRRRP! You belched so loud your cheeks quaked as it escaped your lips. Strings of saliva being shot onto those in front of you. Your stomach felt heavier than it had before. It felt softer. And started jiggling almost. No, it was definitely jiggling! You looked down with concern as your shirt was strained outwards by a muscular gut. Raising your shirt, you could see the hair that covered the ball and how deep your cavernous belly button looked. Everyone ogled and stared.

It bounced and protruded from your otherwise muscular frame. It stuck out on you like you did thin the sea of shoppers. In show for everyone to see. With one final surge forward and another hearty burp, the remains of your shirt fell to the floor. Looking hip from your wide gut, you just saw the man you were following as you crashed into him. Your stomach wobbled as you jutted backwards. It was like two pillars crashing. He looked at you with seductive eyes as you felt a rough hand stroke you won your chest and cup your belly. It dove into the forest of pubes and pinched your now tiny dicklet. It was the only thing that didn’t grow with you, shrinking in fact. See you may not be the man of your dreams, but you were certainly the man of his. A muscle bound pig with an ass begging for a fat cock. HIS fat cock. He tore your underwear away letting it flop to the floor. Your tiny cock and shrunken balls looked obscenely small on your frame. Comical even. It definitely made you appear like a steroid junkie. A hand clasped the back of your head, fingers entangling themselves into your hair. It pulled your head forward and your face was met with cracked lips and a soupy beard. Your dicklet pulsed in the larger hand as your face was pulled away. You could see the states of everyone around you. The shock, the concern. Next all you saw was black as sweaty hair stuck to your face and BO flowed into your nostrils. Your head was locked into his armpit as you huffed in every fume. Now, you can only imagine the type of dominant, burly bear dad you could have been as it was clear who was the bitch in this relationship.

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Parallel Lovers

“Whoa… Chet… What the hell was that?” The bearded man with the forward facing cap exclaimed after breaking his kiss with the taller younger man.

“What do you mean, Jace, I always give you a kiss after a long day of working the ranch.” Chet looked at Jace quizzically, “Are you OK, babe? You’ve been acting strange all day.”

Babe? Why was his younger stepbrother calling him “babe” all of a sudden, and kissing him too – and definitely not a friendly kiss… No, that was the kiss of a lover – full of passion and sensuality.

Jace felt off all day since he woke up that morning. He’d had a rough week up to that point, what with dealing with the leftover legal junk from his dad’s recent death, moving everything into his name, paying final expenses – His little stepbrother Chet, the son of his father’s second wife, worked the sheep ranch with him, but wasn’t much help with all the legal hurdles.

He promised he wouldn’t sell the ranch, they both needed the income after all, and selling it off wouldn’t bring in that much apparently – Jace already looked into it. But things would definitely be difficult for the two of them now that both their parents had passed and the market was pretty tight lately.

Jace and Chet grew up together, their parents having married when Jace was ten and Chet was six. They were both now in their 30s, having worked this ranch for decades now, they knew it in and out. Both had their first kiss out in the back 40, Jace with Bobby Clemens, the bi-curious high school jock, and Chet with Maggie Simmons, the police chief’s daughter.

… And now, here they were, two grown ass men, two brothers, kissing one another in that same place, and according to Chet, this was pretty common for the two of them.

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By Cris Kane

I pulled up to the gate in my rusted-out Mazda and pushed the buzzer for the intercom. When I didn’t get an immediate answer, I double-checked the address, never having been to this part of Beverly Hills before. Finally, a deep voice crackled through the speaker. “Barry?”

“Uh, no, I’m Cameron. Barry couldn’t make it today.” My boss Barry usually did this kind of customer service appointment for our elite clients himself, so I was stunned when he asked if I could go instead this time.

I could hear the guy at the other end mutter “Shit” to himself before saying, “Okay, Cameron, come on in.”

I heard a buzz and the wide gate swung open, revealing a lush rolling lawn sloping upward to a stunning modernist mansion. Whoever lived here must be flabbergastingly rich. I parked in the driveway and walked to the front door, feeling extremely underdressed in my hoodie, board shorts and Vans slip-ons, until I saw the man of the house straddling the front doorway wearing nothing but a pair of orange briefs.

I had lived in L.A. long enough to become pretty blase about seeing famous people, but this was a major exception. Shane London had been my first major celebrity crush. He was only a couple of years older than me, but by the age of seventeen, he had already become a huge star playing Trace McCoy, the teenage sleuth who could turn invisible on the hit show, “Untraceable”. As a short, scrawny geek in rural Idaho, deathly afraid that my peers would discover that I was gay, I would watch that show alone in my bedroom and nurse two impossible fantasies: that I could be Shane London or that I could be invisible.

Shane could scarcely have been more visible as he waited for me at the door. He stood over six feet tall, his well-defined muscles offering a thorough anatomy lesson on his lanky, no-body-fat frame. His shaggy brown hair was slicked back from a face that had only grown more handsome as he hit his mid-twenties. He stared at me with the slight smile of someone who was a bit less than bright or a bit more than stoned.

Outwardly, I made every effort to project a professional demeanor, but under the surface, my fifteen-year-old self was screaming with giddy delight. I tried to stare into those famously dark eyes, but my attention was sucked downward to his impossibly symmetrical six-pack and the substantial bulge sagging in his underpants. I was relieved that my own clothes were baggy enough that my own raging hard-on was safely concealed. If he noticed my reaction, Shane gave no indication. I figured he must be so used to being gawked at that he would barely register a lewd glance or two from some dorky tech guy.

“The thing’s out in the courtyard,” he informed me in the gruff baritone familiar to fans of the “Ticking Time Bomb” movies which had earned him enough to buy a place like this. He turned and gestured for me to follow him. The way his firm glutes shifted inside his undies as he walked, I would have followed him anywhere for any length of time. I peripherally noticed Picassos and Monets on the walls, but the only work of art grabbing my attention was Shane himself.

When we arrived in the open-air center of the house, which was dominated by an Olympic-size swimming pool and a hot tub that seemingly could seat eighty, Shane pointed toward the product I was here to fix, his Ultra-One VR-SDT (virtual-reality sensory-deprivation tank). We had only been installing these suckers for a few months but, despite their astronomical price tag, they had become phenomenally popular. The entire setup was encased in matte-black aluminum and looked like the “2001” monolith had toppled over, rising five feet high with a six-by-ten foot footprint on the ground, giving rise to its nickname, the Black Box.

“So what seems to be the trouble?”, I asked, finding that I could focus better if I kept my eyes locked on the Box and away from Shane.

“I dunno. It runs fine for about an hour, then it starts to get all glitchy.”

“Glitchy. Hmm,” I said, as if “glitchy” was going to be any help. “Glitchy how?”

“Oh, ya know, just kinda…” He waved his hands before him in a wobbly motion that was of no additional help.

“Well, let me get inside your box and see what I can see.” It’s fair to say I’ve never been more self-conscious of my less than impressive physique than I was at that moment as I removed my horn-rimmed glasses and yanked my hoodie over my head, unveiling my bony and blindingly pale torso in the presence of last year’s Sexiest Man Alive. I kicked off my slip-ons, relieved that I could keep on my board shorts and not provide Shane further evidence of my inferiority.

I climbed a step ladder and opened the retractable cover of the Black Box. The tank contained a pair of “hammocks” suspended in our patented colorless and odorless liquid, which has the buoyancy of salt water and is kept precisely at 98.6 degrees to create a feeling of weightlessness. The hammocks were designed like sleeping bags, made from two sheets of micro-thin but super-strong carbon fiber and threaded with millions of electronic sensors. When you climbed between the two layers, they clung to your skin and the sensors produced impulses in sync with the virtual reality experience. All senses other than touch were handled via the airtight, waterproof helmet which enclosed your head, providing visuals, audio, smells and even tastes. The final feature, and the one which forced us to operate stealthily on the black market, was the air supply, which filled the helmet with a steady flow that mixed nitrous oxide with the active ingredient from psilocybin mushrooms to put the user in a relaxed and receptive mood. All these elements combined to provide a totally immersive experience in which the customer became completely unaware of their own physical body and could become fully absorbed in the system’s computer-generated “reality”.

The Box came pre-loaded with over a hundred different programs and scenarios, and thousands more were being developed by designers around the world. Not surprisingly, most people used the Black Box to play out sexual fantasies, and the bulk of our maintenance visits simply required us to clean out build-ups of jizz that were clogging the Black Box’s filtration system. Back at the shop, we called these service calls “cum runs”. I knew Barry had already been to Shane’s on three prior occasions, so either this unit was extremely glitchy or Shane’s “unit” pumped out a lot more cum than the filters could handle. It was hard to imagine why someone like Shane would need a device like this. Wouldn’t life as Shane London be stimulating enough?

I wondered if Barry had dispatched me to Shane’s as a reward for all of my hard work over the past year. If so, I would definitely have to thank him profusely. Maybe send him one of those Edible Arrangement baskets or something. I didn’t think I had ever told Barry about my yearnings for Shane London, although perhaps he had perused the history from my after-hours adventures in the floor-model Black Box back at the shop. Whenever I used the machine, I inevitably found myself running the “Felix Awards” program, which placed you in the body of the star of your choice backstage at an awards show which inevitably turned into a raging fuckfest. I always chose to be Shane London – or, more accurately, his non-copyright-infringing doppelganger, “Shame Longdong” – whom the designer had equipped with an appropriately long dong of nearly twelve inches. Perhaps the theory was that no star was going to sue for defamation if you depicted him as having an oversized cock.

Using the “Felix” simulation, I had enjoyed some memorable encounters with stars like “Dom Cruiser” and “Broad Pits”, as well as a very hot three-way with the Australian “Head-worth Brothers”. It was addictive to disappear into that other world, although you still had to use your imagination, as the hammock’s sensors were not sophisticated enough at this state of the technology to deliver the tactile sensations you’d get from a real hand or real lips or real ass cheeks or (I’m told) a real vagina. Still, as Barry liked to say when closing the sale of a new Black Box, “It makes Second Life look like fucking Pong.”

I slid into my hammock and pulled on the helmet, effectively sealing myself off from the outside world. As I initiated the diagnostic program, I switched on my mic and informed Shane through the external speakers that the tests would probably take half an hour. I heard him say “Cool” and assumed he would wander off and do some movie-star shit and leave me to my work. So I was totally stunned a few minutes later when I heard Shane’s voice reverberating inside my helmet. “So, Cameron, you been doing this long?”

To hear him piped through my helmet’s speakers like that, he must be using the tank’s second helmet, which must mean he had climbed into the other hammock beside me. There I was, in total darkness with no physical sensation that my body even existed, yet I was acutely aware that I was floating mere inches from the man of my fantasies. I took a deep breath of the hallucinogenic nitrous mixture, which helped me calm down enough to answer him. “Barry hired me about a year ago.”

“That Barry’s a cool guy. I like him,” Shane informed me. His voice came at me from all thirty-six surround-sound speakers in the helmet, creating the illusion that his voice was emanating from inside my own head. It was one of the trippiest features of the Ultra-One, and one I had never experienced before, having only used the store unit for solo voyages.

The readouts in my helmet were showing no problems when the plasma screens inside my helmet flashed to life in rich detail. “Uh, Shane? I don’t think you should be using the VR while I’m running the diagnostics.”

“Don’t worry, man, it’ll be cool. I just wanted to show you what I mean by the glitch.” At that moment, I wished I could call Barry to double check on the safety of what Shane was doing, but the euphoria-inducing air supply was already clouding my judgment.

It took a good thirty seconds to acclimate once the virtual world had been launched, but when it snapped into focus, I found myself in familiar surroundings, once again backstage at the mythical “Felix” awards. Furthermore, a quick glance at my virtual tuxedo told me in an instant that I was inhabiting the “Shame Longdong” avatar. “Shane? I think I’m in the body you want.” The software had already kicked in, electronically lowering the tone of my voice until it sounded nearly indistinguishable from the real Shane.

“No, I know what I’m doing. I’m already the real ‘Shame Longdong’ twenty-four seven,” he chuckled. “This is my chance to escape.” The familiar slacker swagger in his voice gradually vanished as the program elevated his pitch into a feminine range. I looked around the virtual landscape and saw a figure slinking toward me, backlit by a glaring bank of spotlights but eventually resolving into the shapely form of a beautiful actress with flowing red hair and a clinging red gown. “Hi, Shame,” I heard breathily as her lips moved in sync with Shane’s words, “I’m Vagina Oh-Really.”

“Vagina Oh-Really” was the game’s version of Virginia O’Riley, Shane’s love interest in the third “Ticking Time Bomb” movie (subtitle: “Boom Boom Boom”) and, if you believed the tabloids, Shane’s current girlfriend. So this is what Shane liked to do in the privacy of his Black Box: roleplay as his own girlfriend – and pretend to get fucked by himself? I knew that actors could be narcissistic, but this took the cake.

I can’t deny that part of me was turned on, the way I always got when inhabiting “Shame”. But undeniably beautiful as Virginia/“Vagina” was, I had zero interest in making out with a chick, real or virtual, even if I knew that chick was really being controlled by Shane London. With these distinctions, I realized I was drawing an absurdly complicated line in the already vague ethical sand of virtual reality, but the whole thing was making me uneasy. “I really don’t think I should be doing this, Shane,” I said, still freaked out by hearing my own words instantly converted into Shane’s voice.

“Don’t be silly,” said ‘Vagina’, tugging seductively on my/’Shame’s’ bow tie, the hammock’s sensors generating an accompanying yanking sensation around my neck. “It’ll be fun. Barry never complained about it.”

Holy fuck, Barry had done this? Middle-aged, beer-gutted, miserably straight Barry? Somehow I had never considered the obvious idea that my boss would also be a user of his product, or that he might have demonstrated its features to his high-profile clientele. I would have to reassess my assumptions about Barry. Then again, maybe Shane’s sex games had freaked Barry out too, prompting Barry to send me in his place. It was all more than I could sort out in my current hazy condition. Right now I just needed to battle against my growing giddiness and place my focus back on the reason I was here.

An unobtrusive meter showing the progress of the diagnostic test was hovering discreetly at the periphery of my vision, and everything seemed to be checking out fine so far. Meanwhile, ‘Vagina’ had slipped one strap of her gown down her smooth shoulder and was preparing to do the same with the other strap. In response, I felt my cock growing. My own real cock. I had only played out gay scenarios before and was unprepared for the weirdness of sudden heterosexuality. It felt kinda twisted, but I was definitely getting into it.

It didn’t take long for “Shame” and “Vagina” to tear off each other’s clothes and tumble bare-assed onto the stage, where we proceeded to fuck hot and heavy in front of a packed theater and a worldwide television audience of a billion. My inhibitions vanished as I slipped completely into character, shoving my cock deep into her and pinning her arms to the stage, its highly polished surface reflecting the gloriously handsome “Shame” smiling back at me. The hammock’s fibers were bunching up around my erect cock and the system did its best to replicate the feel of fucking, although in truth it basically felt like being given a handjob by someone wearing a scratchy mitten. Even so, a handjob’s a handjob and I was edging ever closer to shooting my load.

If I hadn’t been in the rarefied heights at the tippy top of the long escalator to Orgasm-land, I might have noticed the alarm bells more quickly or seen the flashing red indicator light sooner. As it was, Shane/“Vagina” had to shake me out of my delirium, shouting in a shrill voice, “What’s that sound, Cameron?” It was jarring to hear myself being called Cameron again and it brought me somewhat back to reality.

“You see that?”, said Shane, the software now failing to cloak his voice in female tones, while the visual representation of “Vagina” intermittently vanished from sight. “That’s the glitch I was telling you about. Can you fix that?”

“I don’t know,” I said, my voice slipping back and forth between Shane’s macho baritone and my own squeaky tenor. “I’ve never seen anything like that before.” My concerns mounted when a readout blinking “CRITICAL FAILURE” appeared dead-center in front of me.

“Critical failure?”, Shane asked, meaning the words must be flashing in his helmet as well. “What do we do, Cameron?” His voice indicated a fear and vulnerability that his acting roles rarely called for.

All pretense of professionalism disappeared from my voice as I yelled, “We get the fuck out of here!” But extracting yourself from the hammock and removing the helmet was a cumbersome, tedious process under normal conditions. As I struggled to pull myself free from the cocoon wrapped around me, I only became more entangled. I could feel the temperature of the liquid in the tank rising dramatically. I briefly felt an electrical surge flowing around me before first the helmet, and then I, blacked out…

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I have no idea how long I was unconscious. The durable material of the hammock was totally shredded, giving me freedom to move my arms and legs, and the liquid I was floating in had cooled to the temperature of ice water. I lunged desperately toward the lid of the container and bashed my fist against the metal until it popped open. I hung one leg over the edge, feeling around with my bare foot until it hit the stepladder. I carefully climbed down to the ground before unlatching the helmet. When I lifted it, I filled my lungs with desperately needed fresh air and collapsed to the cement of the courtyard, the harsh sunlight preventing me from opening my eyes.

In the distance, I faintly heard someone calling, “Shane? Shane, are you home?” It was unmistakably Virginia. Or was it ‘Vagina’? As I pondered how Shane could still be speaking in her voice if the Black Box had stopped working, I cracked open one eye and saw a blurry figure in the distance of what I now knew was actual reality, not the virtual kind. The real Virginia O’Riley was walking in my direction.

My first thought was thank god I’m wearing my board shorts, but when my fingertips brushed against bare skin on my thigh, I moved my hand quickly upward, but could feel no fabric anywhere on my body. Could the malfunction have disintegrated my clothes? I crawled across the cement on my hands and knees, still squinting, desperately in search of clothes. I found a pair of jeans that seemed way too big for me lying on a chaise lounge. I started to wriggle into them and, surprisingly, they felt snug against my thighs.

“Shane, what the fuck is going on?”, Virginia asked. Cringing, I waited to hear his reply, but none was forthcoming. The click of high heels on cement drew closer to me. “Sha-ane,” she repeated, now from directly above me. “Have you been playing with your goddamn jerk-off machine again?” I waited again to hear his answer, figuring it would be a doozy. Finally, I felt hot breath against my ear as Virginia shouted, “Are you fucking deaf, Shane?”

I toppled onto my side and said, “Shit, I am now!” It came out in Shane’s voice, and I wondered whether I was still somehow stuck in the simulator. But no, all of the sensations I was experiencing were far more authentic than the Black Box technology could currently replicate. I was definitely out of the Box. I rubbed my eyelids with my fists and opened them to see a very pissed-off-looking Virginia O’Riley hovering over me with her hands on her hips, clutching shopping bags that suggested her recent arrival at the house. The smell of smoke lingered in the air and I saw a dark mist rising from the Black Box, its usually rigid dimensions now bent out proportion by an extraordinary internal force.

“I must’ve had an accident,” I said, still sounding uncannily like Shane. As I brushed a stray lock of wet hair from my eyes, it occurred to me that my own hair didn’t hang that far down. My stomach sank, and I felt like Wile E. Coyote after he runs off a cliff, hoping that I would just stay safely suspended in mid-air as long as I didn’t look down. My fingers slid across my face, encountering unfamiliar landmarks like sharp cheekbones, supple lips and a firm jaw. My hand continued its journey, grasping a plump pec before it hit the ripples of hard-earned abs.

When my hand finally reached my lap, I knew I wasn’t in Cameron any more. The flaccid cock flopping against my thigh was wider and longer than my own cock had ever been at its most aroused. I could no longer resist glancing down and beheld the monster cock that had been lurking in Shane’s briefs. If anything, “Shame Longdong” was under-equipped compared to the genuine article. My fingers were irresistibly drawn to the fleshy beauty, wrapping lovingly around its shaft.

“My god, Shane, can’t you keep your hands off your pecker for five minutes?” I looked up and saw that Virginia had turned away in a huff, refusing to look in my direction.

Panicked, I fumbled my way to my feet, stuffing the cock inside the jeans and zipping them up cautiously. It was startling to rise to Shane’s full height and feel the weight and power of his body. How different your perceptions of the world – and the way the world treated you – would be from this perspective.

I stepped over to Virginia and tentatively placed my hands on her shoulders, unsure what to say or do in this very unusual situation. I eventually eked out, “I’m…sorry?”

She spun around and looked up at me with dazzling green eyes that had even more impact in real life than on any screen. “You’re sorry? With a question mark? Christ, Shane, do you even experience human emotions, or do you just pretend to? No wonder you love your…machine…so much!”

I knew I had to say something fast. “I’ll get rid of it. Today. It’s gone.”

She looked skeptical. “You mean it?”

“Absolutely,” I said with determination, before conceding, “The piece of shit blew up on me anyway.”

Virginia smiled, but her eyes drifted away from me and her expression grew serious again. “Who’s the guy?”

I turned to follow her glance and saw myself, Cameron, emerging dazed from the damaged hull of the Black Box, clutching a shattered helmet. I had been so lost in my own confusion, I hadn’t even thought about what had happened to the second body in the tank. Needless to say, I was relieved to see that I wasn’t dead, although Shane might soon be wishing he was.

“That is…the repair guy Cameron,” I told Virginia. “He was here trying to fix it.”

“He must not be very good at his job,” said Virginia. I should have felt insulted, but she was pretty dead on.

“Virginia?”, Shane croaked weakly in my pathetic voice as he stared across at us, looking utterly baffled.

Virginia began to walk in his direction, exuding compassion. “Oh, you poor man. Are you all right?”

I realized I needed to disrupt this interaction before things became even more complicated. I bounded toward the Black Box and told Virginia, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him. You just go ahead with…whatever you were doing.”

Virginia continued to stare at the tank with concern and whispered to me, “You should get him to a doctor. He looks shell-shocked.”

“Good idea, babe,” I said, planting a kiss on her lips without a moment’s deliberation, as if it came completely naturally to me. At the touch of her lips, good old “Longdong” stiffened up inside my jeans. Shit, maybe I could get used to this whole concept of women after all. I impulsively gave Virginia’s butt a squeeze, which her scowl told me may have been taking things a step too far at this particular moment.

Once Virginia had returned inside, I climbed to the top of the stepladder and hoisted out the scrawny body that I used to call home. It felt impossibly light in my musclebound arms. My board shorts were tattered but still attached around his narrow waist, which seemed to give me an answer to my most urgent question. It was now pretty clear that the blast had somehow short-circuited my consciousness into his body and vice versa, rather than reshaping our bodies in the image of our VR avatars. Had the latter been the case, Cameron would have vanished forever and Shane would now look like “Vagina O’Really”, a circumstance Virginia would likely have found even more disconcerting than the one she had wandered in on.

“What the hell happened?”, Shane asked wide-eyed as I lowered him onto a chaise lounge. I offered my theory about consciousness transfer as best I could while simultaneously studying my own face objectively for the first time. I never would have imagined I looked so cute, endearing and, well, lovable. I just wanted to take care of the little guy and protect him from harm.

“Well, we gotta undo it!”, he shrieked in too loud a voice. He lowered into a whisper but was no less desperate as he said, “I’m starting a new movie in two weeks. I can’t show up on the set like…this!” He was nearly sobbing as he poked at his minimal muscle tone. Shane London probably hadn’t been that scrawny since he was ten years old.

I grasped his narrow shoulders in my big strong hands and assured him, “We’ll figure it out, I promise. I’ll call Barry. Maybe he’ll know what to do.”

Shane slumped over, looking miserable. “Why’s everything so blurry?”

“Oh, you probably need your glasses,” I said, grabbing my glasses, hoodie and shoes from where I had set them before entering the tank. He put on the horn-rimmed glasses, amping up his geekiness quotient considerably. Why had I never gotten contacts? Or Lasik? Somehow, I could pinpoint Cameron’s strengths and weaknesses, his foibles and absurdities, much more clearly from the safe distance of Shane’s body. I vowed that things would be different when I got back into my real body…if I ever got back into my real body. Then again, did I ever want to get back into my real body?

Now that he could see clearly, Shane looked up at me, as if absorbing the reality of the situation for the first time. As he stared at the face and body which I had idolized for so many years, a confused smile spread across his face and he glanced down at the bulge expanding the front of his board shorts. “Uh, dude…are you…gay?”

“Yyyyyeah,” I said, almost apologetically. Apparently sexual orientation was a quality inherent to the body, not a personality trait that could be transferred by…whatever process had just happened to us. I stared at him fondly and became just as confused, because the woody I was still sporting from my interaction with Virginia was only intensifying in her absence. Was I actually finding my gangly old body…hot? “Are you…bi?”, I asked.

Before he could answer, I heard Virginia’s heels approaching in the foyer. She leaned back into the courtyard and waved. “I’m off for a costume fitting.” She waved in the direction of the sad waif on the chaise. “You take care of yourself, handsome,” she told him with a smile before shooting me a serious “Handle this shit” glare.

We both listened as her footsteps retreated down the hallway and waited for the front door to slam. Then Shane looked up at me hopefully, biting his lip. “Ya know, before we figure out how to undo all this…do ya think you could maybe…fuck me…once?”

I was surprised to hear my squeaky voice making such a bold request, but clearly Shane’s self-confidence had made the journey safely into my old body. “Yeah, I think I could get behind that,” I told him with a grin, feeling cocky.

“Cool!” He stood up and smiled, the top of his head barely reaching my shoulders. “I’ve been told by quite a few people that…THAT…”, he pointed toward the sizeable lump in my jeans, “…feels pretty goddamn awesome.” I eagerly swept him up in my arms and carried him inside the house, while he gave me frantic instructions on the location of the nearest bed.

In the distance, I could hear my old cell phone ringing in the pocket of my hoodie back in the courtyard. Probably Barry, calling to ask how everything was going.

Oh, yeah, I definitely owed Barry big time for sending me on this cum run.

Source: “Customer Service” by Cris Kane on Gay Spiral Stories

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