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The Bridgerton Scandal

“Dearest gentle reader, this author feels compelled to report the latest scandal in our society. A certain young gentleman has expressed his intention to seek a wife in this coming season. And who might that gentleman be but Mister Colin Bridgerton, newly returned to the ton after his travels abroad. Who, one may wonder, shall become the next fortunate young lady?”

Anthony sat by the fire, holding today’s edition of Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers. Not thinking much of it, his mind wandered from the paper to his forthcoming engagements, scarcely paying attention to the words before him. Suddenly, the door swung, his brother walked into the room visibly angry.

Colin:”Do you care to explain why Lady Whistledown feels the need to share the news that I am in search of a bride this season?”

Anthony muttering:”Who gives a damn what that hag and her infernal paper says.”

Colin:”Anthony, as far as I am aware I have no intention of marrying any time soon. Have you spoken to anyone about this matter?”

Anthony:”Indeed, I might have… mentioned it to Mother and Benedict as a suggestion of course.”

Colin:”And why would you do so without first speaking to me?”

Anthony:”Because I am the head of this family and it falls to secure advantageous matches for all my siblings. You, Benedict and Eloise are of age and must begin shouldering new responsibilities.”

Colin:”You ought to follow Daphne's lead and find someone for yourself, rather than attempting to sell us off like racehorses.”

Colin was ready to leave the room, but Anthony was enraged now. Anthony got up and stormed towards Colin.

Anthony:”Do you have any idea what it costs to maintain our property and this family? Every day that we waste our time doing nothing, we waste our money and our fortune. You strut about the ton like a peacock, desperate for attention, but with no intention to marry them. Well… You will do as I command.”

Colin:”What grants you the right to dictate the course of my life?”

Anthony:”My position as the Viscount.”

Colin:”Father would never have forced us into marriage against our will.” Colin said, frustrated and angry.

Anthony:”Well, he is no longer here. So you will obey MY decisions.”

Colin:”I shall do no such thing!”

Anthony, full of rage, grabbed the nearest object to him, their father's relic from the cabinet. It was an old wooden box, mostly worthless. Their father never spoke of it. Kept it away from their reach. When Edmund died, there was no one to pass the knowledge of this old relic. Thinking nothing of it, he threw it swiftly at his brother’s back, hoping to hurt him.

But Colin turned swiftly and catched it, smirked and threw it with even stronger force at Anthony. The relic bounced off Anthony's back and fell on the ground.

Colin left, heading into his room, while Anthony left the house into his favourite brothel. Maybe he would find a woman resembling Sienna to keep his mind off all of his duties and his younger sibling.

Next morning

Anthony woke up from having a bad dream, all sweaty and tense. He rose from the bed, hyperventilating. Something wasn't right. He looked at the window. The sun shone into his face, which was not unusual, given his windows faced east. Yet his bed should have placed the morning light at his right, not his left.

He drank an immeasurable amount of liquor last night, so he probably might have entered the wrong room after his return. Did he return? He remembered drinking in the middle of passionate sex with a prostitute.

He looked around. This looked like Colin's room, but no sign of Colin anywhere.

Anthony got up. Something felt really off. He decided to get himself a bath before seeing the rest of the family and filling his duties for the day.

Considering the fight he and his brother had last night, it might be better to find him and explain the situation.

He turned around to grab clothes left on the bed. As he reached out his arm, he noticed it looked different. He looked at it. It was less hairy and a bit thinner than his own. Then he noticed his hands. Smaller. His eyes lowered to his chest.

“What in the…” he began speaking, but hasn't even finished his sentence. He recognised it. That voice was unmistakably Colin's voice. Why was Colin's voice coming out of his throat?!

Anthony looked around and found the nearest mirror. And in it, the reflection of his younger brother looked back at him mimicking his every movement.

Colin woke up to the voice of a woman laughing.

He looked around. What was this place? And how did he get there?

Colin saw the naked woman in front of him. Smiling, giggling. Oh no, he was somehow in a brothel now.

Colin:”How did I get here?”

Woman:”Are you well, my viscount?”

Colin:”Viscount?!”

Woman laughed again:”I see you are still a bit drunk. Unfortunately your carriage awaits as you requested.”

Colin:”I have?”

Woman:”Yes, you said you don't want to be seen returning home late.”

Colin:”Oh…”

Woman:”I'll leave you to get dressed. Thank you for visiting us again, my Lord. I have had a great time.”

Colin couldn't believe what she was saying. Is this all a dream?

Colin swiftly got up and looked out of the window. The sun was rising. If he wanted to avoid any embarrassment from his brothers he should leave now. No matter how he got there.

He looked around the room for clothes, but suddenly felt his weight shift differently. He was used to his core strength being different. He felt heavier. He felt uneasy.

Colin looked down. “Bloody hell!” The surprising length between his legs was definitely something he was not used to. He looked at it. It was longer and the girth was really impressive. Had something happened to him overnight?

But the more he observed, he noticed his much thicker pubic hair.

He looked back at his ass. “What the…” the perfectly formed ass was covered in a fur-like set of hairs all over.

Colin grabbed the clothes on the floor. He knew whose clothes these were. And by looking at the reflection in the window his suspicion was confirmed.

“I'll kill Anthony for this!”

Benedict spent his morning as usual. Drinking tea after his late nights painting, drinking and having fun with others. He grabbed the Lady Whistledown left on the table. “What a sharp tongue you have. I wonder who you might be.”

Anthony in Colin's body, dressed in yesterday's clothing stormed into the room.

Anthony:”This must be a very sick joke you pulled on me brother! I might not know how you did this, but let me assure you revenge will be sweet.”

Benedict nonchalantly raised his brows and looked at who he assumed was Colin:”Had some nightmares little brother?” Benedict smiled.

Anthony:”Cut the act. This isn't something to laugh at. This is a serious matter. I have meetings I have to attend. Letters to answer to. A family to take care of.”

Benedict:”If I didn't know better, I would say you’d finally gone mad and started impersonating our dear brother.”

Anthony:”I am Anthony!”

Benedict laughed and without a word returned to the Lady Whistledown.

At the very same moment, Anthony's body returned.

Anthony's new face turned red. “You! You stole my face!”

Colin:”Me?!? Why would I want to have to watch your stupid face in the mirror and have these ugly sideburns?!?”

Anthony ran at his former body, making Colin stumble an fall. They were rolling around fighting for the position on top to have advantage of the other one.

Anthony wanted to punch Colin with a fist, but Colin distracted him:”You wouldn't want to hurt your pretty face, now. Would you brother?” This made Anthony stop, but gave Colin enough time to throw him on the ground with his new bigger body.

Colin:”Seems like I’m the stronger brother now, right brother?”

Anthony growled:”You’ll regret this!”

Benedict stood above them and observed with curiosity. “Ok, enough or I'll call mother to set you straight.” After hearing the scary threat, they stropped. Both stood up, rearranging their clothes and looking at each other in disgust.

Benedict:”Do you care to explain to me what this is all about?”

Colin:”I woke up in a brothel. With no recollection how I got there. And then to my horror I found out I have Anthony’s face.”

Anthony:”Could be worse. Like waking up with your small cock.”

Colin:”I’ll punch you again!”

Benedict laughed. “Very well. So you two think, you’re each other? We’ll see about that. Colin, or I presume that’s you now Anthony, tell me what is the most humiliating moment? Something you’d never tell a soul, or least of all Colin.” Benedict smirked knowing that if they pulled this sort of a joke on him, this was a thing that Anthony would NEVER let Colin know.

Anthony in Colin’s body sighed:”Don’t make me say it out loud, please.”

Benedict got close to Anthony and gave him a chance to whisper it to his ear.

Benedict:”This can’t be! You two really are each other! But how? This shouldn’t be even possible.”

Colin:”We had a fight last night. Anthony decided to get us all out of this house, is that right, Anthony?”

Anthony:”I only told you what my concerns were and that you are of age to get married. So are you Benedict…”

Benedict:”All right, that’s a topic for another morning. What did you do after?”

Anthony:”I left to… cool off.”

Benedict:”Off course you did.”

Colin realised what they omitted. “You threw that old box at me!” He picked it up from the ground. “I caught it and threw it back at you!”

Anthony:”You think it caused us to…?”

Benedict nodded:”It’s worth a try.”

Colin threw the box at Anthony, but he missed and made it fall.

Colin:”What are you doing?!”

Anthony:”Your body is different from mine! So clumsy.”

Anthony picked it up and threw it back at Colin. But nothing happened. The two swapped brothers looked desperate.

Benedict:”All right, well let’s hide the box somewhere safe and we can try later on.” Colin wanted to hand the box to Benedict. “Are you quite mad?! You want to drag me into this mess too? I am not going to touch that thing.”

Colin put it on the shelf behind him, out of their younger siblings reach.

Anthony:”So what do we do now? I have meetings to attend to.”

Colin:”No, I do. I am Anthony now. You are now Colin and you can help out with the correspondence you’re always complaining about.”

Anthony sighed. “Will you, please, not embarass me? It is a very important meeting that might get us a very profitable deal. And, please, don’t eat anything I wouldn’t. I don’t want to return to my body being heavier and unable to see my manhood.”

Colin:”I’ll try not to embarass you, that I can promise. But I guess I will enjoy sweets more than I ever have in my life.”

Colin put a piece of chocolate in his mouth and left the room to get a carriage.

Benedict leaned next to Anthony:”I think that was for the comment on his size. Is it really?”

Anthony:”I can show you. I am used to a much higher standard than this worm.”

Benedict:”Oh please do. I'm so curious.”

Anthony unbuckled the belt and let down his pants.

Benedict's eyes widened in shock. Benedict:”Good Lord… is that it?”

Anthony:”Awful, isn't it?”

Benedict:”I mean… it's not THAT small, but it is definitely unseen. I wonder if Colin thought about shaving. Might be easier to find it.” Benedict said in a mocking tone.

Anthony:”Maybe if I get it hard, it will look bigger.”

Benedict:”Yes, brother. And maybe if you water it twice a day it’ll grow by spring . I must admit, I had rather higher expectations from our bloodline. This must be… humbling.”

Anthony:”What should I do with this if we won't change back to ourselves?”

Benedict:”Probably sharpen that tongue of yours.”

Benedict couldn’t stop laughing for the next following minutes, thinking of the ways he could make this situation even more amusing.

Anthony sat down behind his desk watching the piles of correspondence. He never had enough time to get to it, always finding more entertaining duties. He exhaled and with his shit half opened, revealing his brother’s hairy torso, got into sorting it out.

One meeting after another, Colin found himself exhausted. No wonder, Anthony is so frustrated all the time. The conversations he had today gave him a headache he never had in his entire life.

“Shall I call for a carriage, my lord?” his servant asked gently.

“Yes, please. I am fatigued.” Colin responded, getting up and leaving the mansion he found himself in.

They rode for half an hour, but when they were approaching the house, the carriage did not slow down.

Colin:”Why are we not stopping?”

Servant:”We are going to the same place as usual, my lord. Or do you want us to not go there today?”

Colin smirked. Anthony always arrived late from his meetings, because he was in a brothel! Does he want to do the same thing? But he is his brother now. In his body, which is disgusting. But at the same time, it would be priceless to see Anthony’s reaction after he’d tell him, he fucked a prostitute with his body.

Colin:”No, carry on.” Colin smiled

The owner of the brothel showed him to the same room he woke up this morning. Entering, finding it empty, Colin took off his brother’s clothes.

Colin could smell Anthony’s sweat clinging to the fabric. “You reek, Anthony. This must definitely be a new way of torture.” he took off his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. He hated the sideburns. “Ehh, I despise those sideburns.”

The door swung open. The same lady from the morning entered. “Miss me?”

Colin:”Of course.”

She pointed at the bed and Colin understood. As he laid down, the lady in front of him started stripping and throwing off her clothes. Colin felt as his new cock started getting hard.

He lowered his pants and revealed a much larger penis, than his body had.

Colin’s eyes widened. He took a grip of his new shaft and observed the veins and the head of his new large cock. The length of it couldn't be covered by the size of his hand. He gave it a go and played with the foreskin. He was so fixated on it that he completely forgot about the woman.

Woman:”Shall I leave you alone, my lord?”

Colin looked up, his hand still holding the cock. He laughed and dragged her by the hand to him.

The moans coming from the room were for the first time mostly coming from a man, instead of a woman.

Colin:”Don’t you think this is a bit too much? Altering his looks?”

Benedict:”I think it’s perfect, ANTHONY. You said you wanted a change and hated the sideburns anyway. Didn’t you?” Benedict reminded his little brother of the presence of the staff in the room.

Colin:”It seems a bit too much. It was only a size comment.”

Benedict:”Are you forgetting your argument from last night? We should remind our brother his words. Besides, size matters, brother. Thought I daresay you’re only just discovering that.”

Anthony entered the room. Benedict and Colin, in his body, sat on the sofa with a mischievous look. And then Anthony noticed the sideburns.

Anthony:”You didn’t!”

Colin:”I did.”

Anthony:”I would have never…”

Colin:”You would.”

Anthony:”You’ll pay for this.”

Colin:”We’ll see about that. Could I remind you something, my LITTLE brother?”

Anthony:”Remind me what? And if you’re suggesting that I have a small cock now, don’t forget it’s your cock!”

Colin and Benedict leaned their head in unison and smirking, clearly planning something ominous.

The three of them continued their afternoon journey in a carriage.

Anthony took off the shirt to put on another one that wasn’t so sweaty.

Anthony:”So who else do we have on the list of your potential brides, Colin?”

Colin:”You really got into the role. And it's YOUR list, Anthony and they are your potential brides. You’re me now. And you said last night that I should get married very soon.” Colin said with a smile in Anthony’s body, making Benedict chuckle next to him.

Anthony:”I don’t know when the two of you started conspiring against me, but I will get back at you for this. As soon as I am back in my body…”

Benedict:”If you get back.” Benedict winked at Anthony, making him furious before his next meeting.

The Bridgerton family spent their afternoon in the local park. Colin seemed extremely pleased with himself, while Anthony couldn't wait to somehow get back at his brothers. Colin spoke to the ladies, bragging about being a viscount and hinting at his size.

Anthony took Colin aside to talk at the pier alone. “Colin, bloody hell, what are you doing?!? You want to ruin my reputation?”

Colin:”Oh come on brother. You should be proud. I am making you famous among the ladies.”

Anthony:”You have to stop this instant. People might get suspicious.”

Colin:”You know, I was wondering if I should visit that girl of yours in the brothel.”

Anthony:”What are you…”

Colin:”When I visited earlier today, to fulfill your regular schedule, the woman from last night told me about her. What was her name? Sienna? She must have been fabulous by what she told me about you visiting her all the time.”

Anthony couldn't keep his temper. No matter the embarrassment or whose body he was in. Anthony pushed Colin into the lake.

This impulsive act caused all the people around to gather nearby. Colin got out of the water. The soaked white shirt, now transparent, completely revealed Anthony’s muscular and hairy chest for all the people around to see. Gasps and giggles could be heard from all over.

While Colin climbed the pier, Anthony already received scolding from Lady Bridgerton.

Colin looked up at Anthony leaving the park and decided that shaving off his sideburns won't be the worst thing he'd do to Anthony's body.

Colin and Benedict were having another drink together while gossiping about their brother.

Anthony entered the room.

Anthony:”I came to apologise. What I did on the pier was impulsive and childish. Please, accept my apology.”

Colin, already tipsy from the alcohol:”Does that even count Benedict? When he's just apologising to himself? I think that shouldn't count. Don't you think?”

Benedict:”I think not. It doesn't seem sincere.”

Antlook's eyebrows lowered in a scolding way looking at Benedict. He turned back at Colin:”I came to you, Colin. Whether you accept or not is entirely up to you.”

Colin:”I think that your body accept the apology. Speaking of your body. I do have a question on my mind. Why is your ass so hairy? And how do you manage your hygiene? Don't you get like some pieces left there?” Colin said with a mischievous look on his face, smirking at his face looking back at him.

Benedict was now in tears. Unable to say a single word.

Anthony looked at the both of them, straightened his back and confidently spoke up:”You two can mock me all you want, but do not forget that I am still in your body and just as much as you are embarrassing me now, I can embarass you.”

Benedict:”How?”

Anthony:”I could engage in a romantic encounter with a fellow man. That would definitely get a front page in the next Whistledown.”

Anthony turned his back at them and left the room, leaving them stunned.

Benedict:”Well this all just got even more interesting than I even hoped for.”

The next morning, Benedict woke up the two of them quite early.

Benedict:”Gentlemen, get ready. I relaised that we have a one time opportunity to settle an argument. Meet me at the garden in 10 minutes.”

Both got dressed and arrived to the garden to see that Benedict has prepared a fencing gear.

Anthony:”Benedict, what is this? Why now?”

Benedict:”Fencing. You are always bragging how you can beat anyone solely based on your technique. Now is your chance to prove it. And why now? Why not, the two of you will fight for the rest of the day, so we may as well get on with it early in the morning. Shall we?”

Colin and Anthony accepted.

Benedict:”And the winner is indeed Anthony. Once again. Anthony held out his hand and shook it with his own body. He sat down on the bench.

Anthony:”I told you it was about technique. You didn't believe me. Now I got a proof.”

Colin:”Proof of what?”

Anthony:”That I'm better than you two.”

When Colin beat Benedict, he decided to sit down next to Anthony. Benedict sensed the tension and left them alone.

Colin:”I'm sorry for the sideburns.”

Anthony:”Don't be. I truly look better without them. You were right. I'm sorry for the comments. It wasn't right.”

Colin:”No, you're right. I'm not that endowed as you are. Which is a very pleasant change, I must say.”

Anthony:”It's very strange that we are two brothers talking about each other's private parts, isn't it?”

Colin:”It truly is.” Colin laughed.

Anthony:”Did you enjoy having an intercourse in my body?”

Colin:”I have. Your body is very well built. And your… cock is magnificent. Did you try mine out?”

Anthony:”Haven't had the chance. I was startled by the size difference.”

Colin:”It's actually not that different from having your larger one. You just have to know what you're doing.”

Anthony:”Are you trying to say that I have it easier to have an intercourse ?”

Colin:”Try it out and we can compare later, if you're up for it.”

Anthony:”Sounds like a challenge.” he said with a smirk and amused face expression.

Colin accompanied Anthony to the brothel. Not that Anthony wouldn't be able to find it, being a regular customer, but they didn't know Colin's face.

Anthony:”Tell them to get me Jennifer. She'll be considerate if I fail.”

Colin:”You will not fail. I will.”

Anthony left Colin in the entrance hall and headed to the room. Jennifer was ready on the bed, waiting to be fucked. Anthony took off his shirt and nervously hyperventilated.

Jennifer:”First time?”

Anthony:”Something like that…” he dropped his pants and watched Jennifer's reaction.

Jennifer:”Oh don't worry, darling. You're in very good hands.Anthony's, or Colin's cock was getting hard. And although the size was not impressive, now it was easier to imagine that this thing could please someone.

Anthony entered his bedroom where Colin was lying naked in the covers.

Anthony:”Where did you go last night? I thought you wanted to have fun.”

Colin:”I wasn't feeling it last night. I went back home. But tell me about your night.”

Anthony sat down:”It was incredible. I never knew that pleasing each other orally with a woman was just as entertaining as penetration.”

Colin:”See, there are more ways to have intercourse.”

Anthony:”I know that of course. But even the intercose was Interesting. She guided me and we both had a great time.”

Anthony looked around the room. The clothes were tossed everywhere. The covers were messy. His body was sweaty and panting.

Anthony:”Why are you so out of breath?”

Colin:”I… I did not want to enjoy the company of a woman last night, because I wanted to enjoy your… manhood all for myself.”

Anthony suddenly realised that he might have interrupted him during the act. “Oh… I am sorry? This is a very strange situation. I'll leave.”

Colin put his arm behind his head. “You know what brother. I still feel like I could get some tips on this large thing from the original owner. Care to join me?”

Anthony was visibly shaken by Colin's proposal.

Colin:”It's not like we haven't seen each other before.”

Anthony closed the door, took off his clothes and went to the other side of the bed.

Anthony:”I guess we’d just be exploring just like when we were children.”

Colin:”I have never done that.”

Anthony:”You haven’t? Me and Benedict did, all the time.”

Colin:”You never included me.”

Anthony:”Well you were much younger then we were. And after we stopped exploring the possibilities, we found out that we can do many interesting things with women.”

They were now next to each other, both naked. Anthony broke the tension.

Anthony gripped his smaller penis and started pleasing himself. His smaller cock began to grow.

Anthony:”It’s really not that bad as I imagined.”

Colin:”Of course it isn't. It’s about skill. Here, let me show you.” Colin let go of his bigger penis and moved Anthony’s hand. He spat into his hand and twisted it around the whole thing. Anthony started moving around in pleasure. “Wait, wait, how did you…?”

Colin:”You gotta learn the tricks if you don’t have the advantages.”

Anthony tried it himself and almost collapsed. “I swear this thing is even more sensitive than my own.”

Colin:”I do have one thing to ask you.”

Anthony:”What is it?”

Colin:”Have you thought about trimming this hairy ass of yours?”

Anthony:”Why on earth would I do so?”

Colin:”While on my travels abroad, I met a woman who showed me something very interesting. Maybe I could show you as well, If you dare?”

Anthony hesitated. “Depends on what it is…”

Colin:”Even if it may be an unclean way of pleasure, I assure you, you have never felt like this before.” Colin got close to Anthony and once again spit on his hands, but this time he spread the saliva on his fingers. His fingers were getting close to Anthony’s ass. Colin maintained eye contact with Anthony the entire time.

Anthony:”Wait I…”

Colin:”Trust me. And if not me, trust yourself, literally.”

Colin pushed his fingers inside slowly, giving Anthony time to adjust. And finally finding the right oval structure, stimulating it, increasing in speed.

Anthony had to place a pillow in his mouth to not scream out loud in pleasure. He didn’t even notice that his dick got hard and in a few moments, hot white liquid came shooting out of it on his belly.

Anthony had to catch his breath, while Colin smiled.

Colin:”Amazing, right?”

Anthony couldn’t believe what a wave of pleasure just swept him. The two spend the next hours talking more about Colin’s experiences on his travels, while Anthony showed his own tips to Colin.

The Bridgerton's found themselves at a ball beginning another season. Only a few days after the exchange, the brothers settled their differences, now being closer, but still in the wrong bodies.

Anthony approached Colin. “So which one of us is winning?”

Colin:”Winning?”

Anthony:”How many women has my body had intercourse with, with you in charge?”

Colin:”Three, maybe four. Depends how you count if it's at the same time.”

Anthony smiled. “I'm only at three. You’re in the lead.”

Colin only smiled back, feeling the bittersweet feeling of missing his body and life.

Anthony:”Listen, Colin. If we exchange, I will stop pushing you into marriage. You will find a magnificent bride and make her a happy woman. When you will be ready. And if we don't exchange, I hope you'll do the same for me.” Anthony and Colin laughed together out loud. Anthony left to ask Penelope to dance with him.

As Colin watched them leave, he couldn't but smile at the development of his brother's opinion.

On the next morning the two brothers woke up in the original bodies. They met up half way down the hall, undressed, but happy to be themselves once again.

The only person who was not happy was their brother Benedict. Being the only one who knew about the exchange, gave Benedict the opportunity to mess with the brothers and help them plot against each other.

The comments about the amount of hair, sizes and mocking of their previous situation didn't stop from Benedict. This led the brothers to step up and get revenge on their brother.

While sleeping, the two brothers brought their father's relic in a napkin.

Anthony wanted to touch Benedict's hand and then touch someone from the staff to get proper revenge on Benedict.

But as he and Colin argued, who from the staff should it be, the relic slipped from the napkin, filling next to Benedict.

Without realising what they have done, they left the room, giggling.

If only they had known that if not touched by another person, the one touching jr would exchange with the original owner at the time the person touched it as well.

That's why Benedict soon found himself shirtless in a field holding the box.

Not only in a different body…

but a different time.

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decadentarbitersweets · 15 hours ago

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THE ATTIC CLEAR OUT: THE SUPERHERO SUIT

It had started with a craigslist ad. Nothing too weird, but still slightly suspicious. "Vintage Spider-Man costume, screen accurate. Never worn, free to a good home." with an attached photo of a sleek, red and blue suit folded neatly into a box. @nowhereactually wasn't even a fan of Spider-Man, but something about the suit called to him, and hey, worst case he could just sell it for a profit right? He messaged the seller, asking if it was still available, and instantly got a reply. "Yes. Come get it."

A few hours later, home with the suit, he pulled it out of the box to inspect it closer. It was heavier than he expected, and was thick, almost alive in his hands. The fabric clung to his fingers like it didn't want to let go. A small voice spoke in his head. "Wouldn't it be nice to just try it on, couldn't hurt after all…" and so he did. He locked his bedroom door and stripped down to his boxers. Stepping into the legs, the moment he touched the suits insides, a shiver ran down his spine. It was cold at first, but then quickly became warm and pleasant, as if reacting or adjusting to his body heat. He pulled the suit up over his thighs, feeling it hug his figure perfectly, molding to his form like a second skin. It was tight, yes, but no restrictive. If anything, he thought it felt nice, good even. Right.

He lifted the suit higher, sliding his arms into the sleeves, and as soon as the suit settled over his shoulder, he shivered and gasped. It was like being dipped into liquid confidence. He felt hot, powerful, cocky. His posture straightened, his chest puffed out, his fingers flexed. For the first time, he felt perfect, he felt like a god among men. He felt unstoppable. He rushed to the mirror, turning and admiring himself. The suit fit like it was made for him. The reds vibrant and inviting to look at, the blues deep and rich. The spider emblem on his chest seemed to pulse slightly, as if breathing, gently pulsating and drawing him in. He flexed again, watching the fabric stretch over his biceps. "Holy shit." he moaned, then he laughed. Because suddenly, the idea of taking it off seemed ridiculously funny to him.

He didn't take off the suit that night. He slept in it. And when he woke up, something was different. His body felt… better. His arm were firmer, his stomach tighter. He stretched, and his muscles moved with a newfound strength and grace. He looked in the mirror, and if the suit clung to him yesterday, it was his skin today. It was so tight against his skin, feeling like just a part of him, his real flesh. His face was sharper, his jawline more defined, his eyes brighter, more alert. He was unmistakebly the same, but better, so so much better. As for the suit? What suit? It was a part of him now, he wasn't wearing a suit. That was just his skin, he was a hero after all. Spider. Man. He moaned.

He wore the suit under his clothes that day, and his coworkers noticed something was off. Every time he moved, he was reminded of how powerful he felt, his confidence was overflowing, practically drenching him. "You okay? You seem… different?" one of them said. He smirked, flexed, and winked. "Do I?" And he knew he did.

He wasn't the same guy anymore.

He was better.

Stronger.

Faster.

More confident.

A HERO.

He caught girls looking at him. Guys, too, of course. And he LOVED it.

The next day, the changes were undeniable. He was leaner, more athletic again. His shoulders broader, his waist narrower. His reflexes were sharper - at breakfast, he caught a falling coffee mug without even thinking, not even spilling a drop. As for the suit? It was changing too. It clung tighter, moved with him as if alive, truly a second skin after all. He didn't even notice he was wearing it anymore, but when admiring himself in the mirror, he was blankly staring at the spider symbol, pulsing, a heartbeat. Dragging him under, controlling him. Using him like the puppet he was very very quickly becoming.

That night, he heard it for the first time. A whisper in his ear, a caress on his crotch. "You're perfect." No-one was there. "You were made for this." He should've been scared, but he wasn't. "Made for me" Because it was right.

The next day, as he swung open the door to embrace the day, cocky as always, he was greeted by a man. If he was able to think properly, he'd have recognised me, the one who gave him the suit. But the suit wasn't letting him think anymore. He couldn't feel anything without me letting him. "Kneel." I commanded. And he did. The suit wouldn't let him disobey, after all. He wasn't himself anymore. He was Spider-Man, and he was MINE. I placed a hand on his head, letting his old self fully fade as my touch forced him to finally orgasm, something the suit hadn't let him do since he put it on, having edged him into obedience the whole time. He came, and with it, he was replaced with something better. Something obedient. Something… perfect.

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Up and Ready

Check out this sweaty pit, little bro. I know you're busy applying to colleges, but don't even think of coming after your body. Even though your body is so sweaty and I have to deal with your BO, I love how hot and strong I am. Thanks for becoming such a hunk!

My boyfriend loves how hairy your ass is, and he loves when I'm always lubed up and ready. Take care, I'll treat your body right.

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Brooo… just swapped bodies with this wrestler at the gym… damn his pits smell soooo good right now! And boy am I getting hard, who wants to swap with this body next?

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THE ATTIC CLEAR OUT: THE SUPERHERO SUIT

He wasn't the same guy anymore.

He was better.

Stronger.

Faster.

More confident.

A HERO.

He caught girls looking at him. Guys, too, of course. And he LOVED it.

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decadentarbitersweets · 17 hours ago

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The Professor’s Briefs

(A short story for the lovely @malebodyswaps-tfs)

“Oooh yeah, these’ll do perfectly” Josh grinned as he pulled a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs out of the hamper before giving the pouch a sniff. “This stuff had better work” he mumbled to himself before pulling a tiny vial of liquid out of his pocket

Earlier that day Josh had stumbled across what claimed to a magic shop that he’d somehow never noticed before. At first he assumed it was all tricks and scams but after seeing a bald man drink a potion he’d bought and suddenly regrow a full head of thick hair, he was a bit more inclined to believe. This lead to him browsing the potions himself until he came across a ‘Clothes make the man switching potion’. Josh’s eyes lit up upon reading the description for it and just knew he had to buy it. This later lead to Josh more or less breaking into the house of his old college professor, Richard Dillard. He’d been drooling over that man his whole way through college and was one of the main reasons Josh was a bit upset when he left. With this potion however, he could be closer to Mr Dillard than ever before.

After giving his teacher’s used briefs another deep sniff, Josh gently poured the glowing liquid onto the fabric and watched as is was almost immediately absorbed causing the briefs to glow for a split second. His heart began to pound with excitement as he started stripping off his clothes before taking the briefs and pulling them up his legs until the rested nicely over his ass and crotch. For a moment he didn’t feel any different, even stepping in front of the mirror to see if anything had changed. Just as he did though, the briefs glowed once more…

Josh couldn’t help but lurch over slightly as he felt a sudden shock pleasure and heat pulse through is crotch. Within moments the bulge in professor’s briefs started to grow and fill out the pouch. His already decent sized cock thickening considerably and gaining a tad bit of length. His balls followed the same example, becoming fuller and expanding slightly. Josh swiftly pulled open the front his briefs to find a cock that certainly wasn’t his own but with a smile on his face he had pretty good idea who it did belong to. The bulge only continued to grow as his dick grew harder by the second. Josh would’ve been more focused on that had it not been for the stretching sensation he felt in his rear. Turning his backside to the mirror, Josh was greeted with the sight of his already supple ass reshaping and filling out the back of Mr Dillards underwear as if they were his own.

As he ran a hand across his ass though, he couldn’t help but be distracted at the sight of his waist tightening before his torso extended, slightly increasing his height. His height would only continue to increase however as his legs were next to experience some changes. They were already relatively large in comparison to his body. Josh would have even considered his legs as being one of his best traits. Because of this they didn’t get much larger, just a fair bit firmer with strong new muscle in his thighs and calves.

Josh hummed in anticipation as the next change began to make itself known. Most of the excess fat in his stomach region simply melted away giving rise to an incredible set of abs. That however was unfortunately overshadowed by the ballooning of his chest. Two perfectly sculpted pecs expanded out, looking so perfect to the point where Josh automatically grabbed them before starting to caress and kneed the new muscle. During this he couldn’t help but start to grunt and curl his toes as his feet began to stretch and grow slightly. After that Josh’s arms began to buzz with energy. His traps and shoulders were first, growing larger and stronger, before moving down to his biceps and triceps which bulked up considerably with newfound strength. Lastly capping things off with some extra beef in his forearms and the slight growth of his hands.

Once that was done, a slight itching sensation took over his upper body mainly as hair spread across his chest, abdomen, forearms and even a little on his ass to match Josh’s already hairy legs. But it didn’t stop there. Some of the hairs that grew over his chest mainly even began to change colour to that of a dark grey to really help exemplify the new age Josh’s body.

Now all that was left was Josh’s young face but by the way all that pleasurable heat was moving up inside his head, he guessed that was about to change. His jaw more or less slack for the next part out of euphoria as his head shape completely remoulded itself. His features grew older and more mature, his small bit of facial hair grew in a full but short beard, his hair restyled itself, his eyes changed colour. After that all that was left was for his hair to turn slightly grey, giving him that salt and pepper dilf look and his transformation was completely.

None of it even felt real at first. Like it was all a vivid dream. But no. This was real. The potion was real. The man staring back at him in the mirror was no longer himself but rather his hot college professor, Mr Dillard!

Immediately Josh couldn’t stop himself from groping and squeezing every part of his newly transformed body while staring at his new reflection. His new cock twitched, leaking a drop of precum when he heard his new voice. So much deeper and authoritative. And his groans. Oh his groans! Hearing his hot professor make such needy, pleasurable noises was sending him over the edge.

He must’ve spent the next hour in front of that mirror worshiping himself. He’d touched and explored every nook and cranny of his newly acquired body. He’d splattered Mr Dillard’s mirror with his ball batter countless times already, eagerly lapping up every drop afterwards. His new dilf seed tasted fucking incredible. But not quite as incredible as it felt to slowly press his fingers between his firm, bubbly ass cheeks and explore his professors hole. Seeing as Mr Dillard was a straight man, Josh’s new hole was extra tight so just one meaty finger was enough to have him moaning. However he was already planning on buying plenty toys to help stretch out this former straight man’s ass in preparation for taking some huge cock.

Eventually, once his new balls were finally drained, Josh decided to further explore his new home. He didn’t get much further than the bedroom closet however as he couldn’t help but start trying on a bunch of Mr Dillard’s outfits. Each and every article of clothing fit him like a glove but what he enjoyed the most were the suits. Especially the pants. So goddamn form-fitting. He was almost hypnotised by the ways his own ass pressed against the back of them. But then as Josh turned back to face the mirror once more while straightening his tie, he thought of the funniest thing…

Next thing you know, the now 41 year old college professor is pulling all sorts of strange funny faces while doing silly dances in the mirror. He was cracking up while doing it but also finding it sorta hot at the same time to see Mr Dillard doing something that he’d never do. Just then, an idea popped to mind. It was something he’d only ever imagined happening in wet dreams but he was about to make it reality. He turned his backside to the mirror, spread his legs apart, squatted down a little before absolutely throwing it back. Josh was twerking his professors thick ass while wearing his suit and was somehow absolutely nailing it. Looking over his shoulder to see the action, his cock couldn’t help but twitch again.

As Josh was shaking Mr Dillard’s ass in the mirror however, the real Richard Dillard was currently across town still trying to figure out how and why the fuck he’d transformed into this 20 something year old guy. Too bad for him that any effort would be for naught as there was no way in hell Josh was ever going to give his new dilf body back!

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"What? Something different with me? What do you mean!?" I replied as my new roommate placed some rather suspicious questions.

That was close. I really needed to be more careful here. That guy I slipped in sure was a treat and I didn't want to jinx it just yet.

But now let's see what my new self are offering.

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"What? Something different with me? What do you mean!?" I replied as my new roommate placed some rather suspicious questions.

That was close. I really needed to be more careful here. That guy I slipped in sure was a treat and I didn't want to jinx it just yet.

But now let's see what my new self are offering.

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I definately was a little jealous when they started to explore their new looks. We definately had to find something nice for me soon...

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An unexpected guest

David had returned from the gym, he was sweaty and decided to take a shower, while that was happening a black viscous substance similar to a symbiote sneaked into his room, he hid under the sheets of his bed waiting for his prey to arrive.

David was already coming out of the shower, he was walking towards his room because he lived alone and he loved to have his balls in the air at home.

Once he got to his room he started to pose and flex his muscles in front of the mirror, but out of the corner of his eye he saw movement under the sheets which ruined his moment.

“What the fuck is that?” he said as she watched it move and moved closer to investigate.

“Oh, it must be a cat, it probably must have gotten in through the window.”

Keeping in mind that it was just a cat, David approached without any precaution being this his biggest mistake, standing next to the bed, David began to remove the sheet.

“Come kitty, I won't hurt you.” he said as he was about to reveal what was there.

David had already removed the sheet and the moment of truth had been revealed.

"I told you not to.... What the fuc---." He said as he saw the symbiote on his bed, he couldn't even finish the sentence because the symbiote without thinking jumped on David.

He was trying to fight it off, but he just had that goo all over his body.

The symbiote was expanding and wrapping itself around his torso, legs, arms, chest and of course his penis, it had his whole body wrapped up, only leaving his head uncovered.

"Please p-please let me go br---". Just at that moment part of the symbiote began to enter through his mouth, nose, ears and another part through his ass, introducing much of it inside David, making him look bigger and with great complexion, widening his biceps, pecs, hips, thighs and legs, basically his whole body was enhancing him.

His eyes as that was happening turned a shade of black, he was feeling a little turned on by everything that was going on.

- "shh there is nothing to be afraid of David, I am not coming to hurt you, I just want to make you into the man you always should have been, let your body and mind relax, I know you like what is happening to you, only now I am part of you, we are no longer two creature, we are just one mind and body, feel grateful for that."

A voice in his mind told him, the symbiote already had him under its dominion, he had no choice, he only had to accept it.

All the parts of the symbiote that were wrapping the body began to merge with David's skin.

That black viscosity was already one not only with David's body, but also with his mind.

David had not yet come to, his memories were being rearranged to make room for the symbiote.

The more it permeated his brain it made him more self-centered, more narcissistic, more horny, everything David had wanted.

He was still naked with his penis in the air, so out of his body that black goo started coming out forming him into pants and a black shirt that allowed him to flex his huge biceps he had obtained.

- “Wake up boy, it's time for you to wake up, it's time for us to wake up...”

David opened his eyes, transformed into a new man, an improved version of himself.

“Hey not bad eh, I look bigger than before, more muscular, I love it.”

David said as he flexed his huge biceps.

The shirt felt so slimy, but at the same time he was so turned on by the feeling.

- "I told you there was nothing to be afraid of, we're both going to be great, David".

“yeah, you were so right, I feel so new, so big, so horny, I could go fuck some guys right now.” The symbiote had also altered David's tastes, he was no longer a straight man, he was a horny dominant gay man looking for any guy who would let himself get fucked and worship his new muscles.

- “I love that idea, but first let me give your clothes a change.”

"I love it, this is sure to get those men's dicks harder, time to go for some fun and spread my seed."

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A Blast From The Past

“Aaarrghhh! WHAT THE FUUUCCKK!?! GET OOOOUUUTTT” Pete roars as he feels a foreign presence entering his body.

Pete thought he’d be able to get some practice in before the season started, the school gym was closed for the summer and he wanted some privacy while he practiced. He knew that the abandoned schoolhouse had an old gym, him and his friends had snuck in there multiple times before to drink, smoke, and fuck around. So he knew he’d have no trouble getting in a quick practice, or so he thought.

Little did Pete know, there was another person watching him at the schoolhouse, or we’ll ghost. Dan McCallaster had died in the 80s and had been severely bullied for being the only gay kid in school, and after his passing had been stuck haunting the grounds of the schoolhouse. Normally he’d try to avoid the delinquents that would break into the schoolhouse, but today was different. As Dan watched Pete stretch, he grew closer and closer, enamored with the hunky jock’s body on full display. The closer he got the more of a pull Dan felt, until he got close enough to Pete and got sucked into Pete’s body. Slowly filling up his bulky frame

Pete’s body tensed and shook on the mat as Dan merged into Pete’s form, moans and screams and protests came from the jock as he struggled to fight the invisible force invading his body, until he let out one strained groan before collapsing. Then Pete’s body began to stir. Pushing himself up, surprised at his bodies strength, examining his muscular physique contained within his singlet, seeing his massive pecs and big thighs.

“No way! I’m that jock, I’m fucking huge!” Dan said using Pete’s deep smith voice, his hands exploring his muscular torso, “damn he’s even hotter than Lewis Ricci that fucking bully was, look at me” finally his hand met his bulge that was straining against the singlet “fuck I can’t wait to fuck the shit out of some dude with this monster”

.Unfortunately for Pete, he was trapped in his own body forced to watch as his body moved and spoke on its own, completely out of his control, trying to scream, but no one would hear him. Dan leaned back, showing of his newly acquired body in all its glory, excited for the summer up ahead.

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Zero to Hero

In a world with superpowered celebrities, how could one not long to join them. Despite discovering his own cerebral abilities, Shirong/Zero always longed for the flashier sort of strength. When he finally gets the call up to the big leagues, he’ll get just that- though not quite how he always dreamed.

Went a little crazy with this one haha! Bit different than it was on the poll and with quite a long preamble before the TF, which starts at the red 0 0 0 if you want to skip straight to the action ;) Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this story of a hero unknowingly giving up his brain for some brawn! -Occam

Everyone wants to be a superhero. You grow up your whole life watching the Hero Corps jetting around, saving lives, doing flashy photo ops. It’s no wonder every kid out there wants to follow in Mustang’s or Lady Libertas’ footsteps.

Shirong Ling was not exempt from the sway of these heroes and heroines. Again, who could be. All his youth the young son of second generation immigrants pushed himself to his limit, toiling as hard as he can athletically to end up a bench warmer and max out his lifts at what actual athletes label a warmup. Physically, Shirong plateaued before he even began.

In just about every other regard, the young man excelled with flying colors. Something of a tech whiz, every adult in his life keeps him on retainer for ever-needed support. He aced rigorous course loads and went above and beyond in any non-athletic extracurriculars, though despite that all he still struggles to accept he’ll never see his name in lights.

His parents longed to see him happy and worried the glitz and glamor of those oiled up superstars was doing irreparable damage to their young man’s ego. After graduating he was on the precipice of finally accepting that it’s just going to be a civilian’s life for him. And then, it happened.

As is more often the case, Shirong just woke up one day and had superpowers. Quite the bizarre one, the information age youth found himself with the ability to access anything on the internet with his mind. Finally it all made sense to the student, just like his parents said, he had misplaced his priorities though mind now brimming with ever increasing knowledge he’s certain they were not correct in the way they intended.

In terms of the U.S. Hero Corps operations, he was a brainiac. Some superhuman with ultra-enhanced intelligence or similar mind-based paranormal powers. Indisputably useful and outright necessary for any of the hero teams bustling about the world. No team can truly function without heroes like Shirong is to be, though rarely does one have the star power or flat out endurance to make the mainstage and headline a team.

Knowing this, as well as anything else he forces his awareness to understand, as soon as he honed his skills enough to be useful Shirong hatched a plan. Filled with the confidence of an upstart grappling with unlimited power, he knows exactly how he can be one of the greats. After a few years stateside of using his nigh-limitless knowledge to solve problems that have long plagued just about every field that he has the slightest interest in, when the USHC makes a call for new heroes the multihyphenate is quick to answer.

Unfortunately for the young hero, he doesn’t even make it in the room, his brand simply isn’t strong enough. They already have a brainiac and Shirong doesn’t even have a logo or heroic deed to his name. Returning home to a bedroom filled wall to wall with degrees he barely lifted a finger to earn, he chides himself for not taking this seriously enough. Spending that night learning everything there is to know about the USHC and their recruitment process.

The next morning he rises a new man and broadens his horizons. Almost immediately into his research he hears that the Beijing chapter of the ZYL has an unexpected need for a new brainiac. Before the sun sets across the Atlantic, Shirong has applied with a new alias and persona. Zhihui 0, Zhìhuì Líng, literally Wisdom Zero.

Pitching himself as a returning wayward son to that most ancient of nations, as well as a fresh new tech savvy immigrant hero, the Beijing chapter is more than happy to welcome him onboard. He masters Mandarin, Xiang, and Cantonese on the flight over. The whole thing goes as well as he had expected his application to the USHS would, not that he’s bothered. Known mononymously as Zero to his new team, he fits in swimmingly and in little time at all finds himself quickly making waves and getting heat that brainiacs seldom enjoy.

Never pick of the litter mind, but Zero is reaching heights in Beijing that any man in the van usually struggles to do. Almost as much effort is spent spreading his name as doing good. Zero’s happy to find that the Chinese audience seems primed for a young waifish heartthrob in a way that American fans of the USHC don’t appreciate nearly as much. Faster than he even expected he’s tagging along to group events and glitzy photo shoots.

With each bound forward and new height of his rising star, Zero never lets himself forget that this whole jaunt abroad is but a stepping stone towards American Stardom. Sure, the language and culture were truly nothing for a man with his skills to overcome and appreciate, and he does truly enjoy the opportunity to service and enjoy a city more than twice as large as NYC. But, having been SF born and bred, the need to reach those specifically American superstar heights is simply too deep.

And in reality he’s beginning to see the limits of his influence in this non-native land. I mean c’mon, the leader of his team is literally the Sun King. Some self-styled computer whiz isn’t going to displace a monkey man literally dubbed Wukong at birth. No, despite knowing he’ll only continue to burn brighter in China, checking the stories etched into his mind of heroes who settled down and grew complacent, Zero refuses to slow.

So, when there’s talk of a hero trade with the USHC, Zero is first in line to return stateside. Using every scrap of influence he has in Beijing, he arranges himself to be sent in exchange for Trailblazer, some bruiser type woman who’s sure to do some dirty work for the ZYL. Before it’s even been finalized, Zero leaves his research and tech with his actual replacement, some meek diviner named Yijing, and he books a flight back home.

Yet again, there’s not a doubt in Zero’s mind that he is soon to be the next big all star in the USHC. He can see his face on billboards now, leading the American superintel team, blazing new ground for all those little ones out who’ll never be able to go toe to toe with bruisers and their ilk. It’s been so long since he’s been, this time no one will be able to stop him. Zàijiàn Beijing, welcome back America.

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It isn’t until his first meeting with the team leader, Mustang, that he finally learns that his dreams do not align with the USHC plans. “Now listen here Zero, ain’t all that bad y’know. Team just don’t need another brainiac right now. Higher ups, the powers that be- Well, they just think that Binary is more than enough an ace that we don’t need two of yas.”

Zero frowns, biting his tongue to not insult the man’s intelligence. Mustang has always been one of his favorite heroes, dim as he may be. Hearing that famous, simple drawl in person is almost enough to distract Zero from the acerbic words spilling from his mouth as he’s reminded that the Corps are just pawns for management to do with as they please. Pieces to play when there is something that need punching, or punching bags when they need to save face.

No, he knows he has no reason to fight with Mustang, who despite his poor job relaying the message, obviously means well with his new teammate. Who Zero doesn’t care for however, is the stoic android who has been standing motionlessly behind his hero since they entered the room. Binary, the current USHC brainiac supreme, some old tech instilled with life that masquerades as a real once-human superhero. Oft kept in the shadows where their rusty profile belongs.

Apparently the foremost opponent in his way. Them, Zero has no qualms in attacking. ”So you’re telling me this geratic hunk of junk is just going to keep his spot on the roster forever? I’m smarter than them, faster! I mean for fucks sake surely management can see the lengthy list of pros to having an actual human being as the head of their intel department.” The android’s face remains unmoving as Zero tears into them.

Mustang scratches the back of his neck uncomfortably. Groaning to himself as he readjusts his immense weight, “Now hold on there littlun let’s not be too hasty. You, me, and Dupree ere’ll be a team no matter which way this shakes out. It’s just-” Mustang takes a second to adjust, unlike his two present compatriots thinking does not come naturally, “from what Binary thinks, the know-it-all biz just don’t got that high-profile pull that you’re after.”

Hearing the android’s right on the money, Zero’s eyes flicker from Mustang back to his would-be boss only to find the blank slate that must always be painted on their face. Rolling his eyes, he impetuously sighs and skips ahead in the conversation, “So what’s the other option?”

The hero smirks, “Ah! All you thinkers- Love it! So, I’m not gonna pretend to know anything bout the details, but Binary and the researchers’ve ‘pparently made this serum that’ll let any superdude and wonder gal unlock some latent powers. So, we’re thinkin’ what better way to introduce our new techie, Zeehooey Zero than by unveiling you as the first ever do-it-all supe! Ain’t that right Binary?”

The bot slowly nods, still betraying nothing of the processes ongoing behind their synthetic face. “Affirmative. Should Shirong so desire, I, we, have been allowed to grant access to the department’s notes on the program.” Without waiting for a response, Binary’s eyes flash a cold blue as he gives the new Corps member access to the proprietary notes. Immediately Zero’s mind rushes in, spreading thin to learn everything there is to know, searching for a downside, an ulterior motive, a trap.

Unfortunately for the scion of the internet, the trap was laid for him in mind. Binary’s impassive facade finally cracks as they watch him fall hook line and sinker. Highlighted to a degree that should certainly raise red flags, Zero is directed towards the most likely powers gained: super strength, endurance, enhanced reflexes and healing. Exactly the superhero cocktail that every big shot in the league has.

The young man is so excited by the prospect he doesn’t even realize that the side effects and expectations for his case have been completely scrubbed. As Binary expected. In a microsecond their face falls flat once more and Zero returns from his brief sojourn in the notes on this mystery procedure, not even trying to hide how eager he is to get this done as soon as possible.

He tells himself he has no choice, that it’s this or nothing. Zero pushes down the excitement quickly overtaking him, the surging theories and potentialities that lay ahead of him, and fanart of himself as a brawny, well-muscled superhero. His eyes slam shut as he forcefully stops himself from imagining the threads on various less than puritanical sites of himself well-hung and oiled up.

After a moment of resetting Zero clears his throat and nods, completely ignoring Binary, “Yeah, Shi de. I think this is something that I’d be interested in doing, sir-” Mustang lights up and promptly reaches over the desk to dap Zero up, “Fuck yeah! I mean who can resist y’know!? Just imagine, you ‘n me ripped as all get out. Brain ‘n brawn, can’t wait littlun- er, for now that is! Hah!”

Mustang gets up with a grunt, ruffling Zero’s hair as he walks by, an eager smile on his face, betraying nothing but his ignorance of whatever Binary has in store for Zero. Binary remains motionless, eyes powering down as they await the new hero to follow the commando before heading off to research where his is to ‘discover his new powers.’ The android would laugh, but that would be unbecoming. yes.

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Zero doesn’t quite understand the outfit they’re having him wear for the procedure. He was ready for a gown or something similar, but these are just, well, gym clothes? Obviously he read the notes and knows the whole thing is far less invasive than one would expect. But as he changes into a tank top, he can’t help but feel ridiculous.

Pulling up shorts he hasn’t worn since high school, the young hero grimaces as he sits alone waiting in the smallest of the HQ’s operating rooms. In the meantime he does what he always does, to prepare for what’s to come, to kill time. He retreats into his mind. The whole thing is kind of insane, but from his expansive understanding that’s just how it is in the big leagues.

For a moment he considers trying to dive into the USHC’s data on Binary but is promptly denied access. Something about that bot was off. Another time. He shouldn’t let the piece of chrome get him bothered, this is a win, he’s going to be brain, brawn, and out of that brainiac’s jurisdiction. He should focus on himself.

And so he does, racing through the web past fanfic and photoshopped pictures of Zhihui Zero, shifting through long dead links on superhero fanblogs. He knows exactly what he’s looking for as he dives deep into a long abandoned forum kept running through the power of his mind alone. There he finds a post he made decades ago accompanied by a sloppy drawing of a costume that looks not too dissimilar from his current one, albeit on a much broader figure. ‘I wish I could be a superhero. I want super strength and super sped!! And to fly and be able to talk to dogs :) here’s my costume i hope you like it!’

Sitting in this room on the precipice of becoming a new type of hero, a new eidolon of man, Zero simply grins. And then grimaces as his connection slowly fades into static. Shaking his head at being dampened without warning, he returns to the meatspace and sees a doctor not much older than himself smiling with a datapad. “Oop! Sorry about that though you of course knew you were going to be disconnected during this procedure hm?”

In the end, not a world away from Binary himself, Zero performs cerebral stoicism in the face of this man whose eyes glimmer with curiosity and interest. He nods as the scientist continues, “I must say our team is so intrigued by your abilities! I mean a direct connection to a fully manmade phenomena! Well, it’s no wonder Binary wants their hands on-”

Before he can finish the sentence his free hand flies to an earpiece and his face falls slightly, clearly being reprimanded by someone watching in. Zero turns to the visible camera and waves at what can only be the android, who must be obsessed with him he thinks with a smirk.

Clearly more muted than he’d like to be, the doctor restates his excitement for the procedure, gets Zero to sign off on a few wavers he should’ve read closer, and puts a friendly hand on his shoulder. “Let’s see what a bruiser we’ll make out of you!”

Zero does a double take at this, bruiser is a very specific word in hero parlance. Bruiser, Brute, muscle without a brain. His eyes shift back to the camera which is obviously inscrutable. He’s just in his head from being disconnected. He just needs to lay back and let the doctor work. The quietly smiling man moves with some degree of melancholy in his eyes as he puts an anesthesia mask on Zero. Would’ve sworn there were people for that, anesthes- anasteesy- olo just, uh-

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And then he’s awake. His mind humming once more with his powers returned and he lets loose a sigh of relief. Worried about nothing. Like a computer starting up he flexes his mind and ensures he has access to everything he should, as he does every morning. Pinned like a bookmark to the front of his consciousness is the drawing of him buff and flexing. Looking down at his form, the same as ever he feels nothing but embarrassed.

Distinctly colder from the friendly face that laid him to rest, he is greeted by Binary as he awakens. “Excellent. Now time for the true test.” Still running through start-up processes, Zero simply stares. “I trust you are familiar with the novella: Jekyll and Hyde Mr. Ling. As you are aware with my superior processing power we have little need of a second Dr. Hyde, although, I do appreciate the greater understanding of your abilities which I am sure our associates will make use of down the road. You know, when I have need of a portable computer. However, at his juncture Shinrong, it is time for you to become the Jekyll.”

For the first time, Zero sees Binary smile before they quickly turn and sidestep out of the room, leaving him alone in this clinical cell. Going to follow in their footsteps, the young man is unsurprised to find Binary locked the door behind them.

Zero’s face burns red as his mind overheats. He forces his eyes closed as he puts all available energy within him towards overclocking his powers to find out what is going on. Was he tricked, what did he miss in the contract, how does he get out of this room. And then sharper than any headache he’s suffered in his life, Zero falls to the floor as he hits a wall in his mind that has simply never been there before.

Gasping in shock, Zero hoists himself up on the operating table, arms struggling far more than they should for how light his form is. Hesitant to delve into the internet he checks his surroundings in reality and notices what must be a one-way mirror at the back of the OR, He scowls at his reflection, not knowing who on the other side led him down this path of being a lab rat. He wonders if Mustang was in on it, picturing his genial face, it only introduces more anger in the young man.

Zero slams a fist down on the table with strength he didn’t know he could summon. Tools on a tray table nearby shake as he does so, no way he could’ve manifested such force. Looking down at his hand still forcefully in place, Zero gasps as he sees the slightest dent in the table. He pulls his arm up to inspect it, using his mind to summon what it should look like and comparing it to how it is now.

Even this is more difficult than it should be. The intricate assessment should be second nature to his supermind. At present though, Zero’s unable to perform minute calculations groaning he simply goes over the big picture. New veins trail down his arm and with each slight twitch of movement they pulse thicker. Photoshopped images of his bulging biceps, burned into his subconscious as they are, burst to the front of his mind and he suddenly forgets whatever difficulties he's having with his abilities to instead inspect his arm.

His stomach dances as he raises it to flex, smirking as he sees new muscle begin to grow. Stretching and twisting his right arm, he focuses on it with an intensity he hasn’t brought to the real world in years. Drinking in each shifting muscle fiber as they expand. Quickly bringing it into a flex he’s beside himself with primal joy as he sees it peak higher. He does it again, and again. Each time his stare grows hungrier as the bicep bloats larger, rises higher, like a loaf of bread.

Usually able to keep a running awareness of his body’s processes, Zero simply feels his racing heart and sharp breaths rather than passively watching numbers shift. He forces his hand on his chest, feeling his palm spreading wider, fingers stretching longer and growing fatter across his thin chest. Zero struggles to slow his breathing. Upon his first deep breath he realizes his arms are not the only change.

He smells the anesthesia in a medicine cabinet across the room, discarded sweat covered tissues and latex gloves in the sterilized trash. Eyes widen as he smells in real time his body odor changing. The muted rarely present stink of his old self issuing forth from his left pit at his left arm begins its rapid journey towards the powerful arm of a hero. Opposite, already changed, he feels the few hairs in his pit joined by a small garden as it now carries the musk of a man, the stink of a hero.

Turning away from the glass, Zero’s face red from rage softens to one more pink from embarrassment. Thank god they got him in these stupid shorts and not spandex. He smells his heady musk changing with every passing second, grossing stronger as his arms hang heavier and bulge larger. Their odor is then joined by a new scent as he smells pre dripping into his suddenly strained underwear.

Desperately trying to readjust and obscure his newly bulging dick, Zero grunts as every time his clumsy fingers graze it it only becomes more unwieldy. Biting his lip, he forces down his leg, leaving a pipe more than clear in the shorts but allowing him at least a modicum of dignity. His heavier balls pulse with need and his mind that rarely leaves room for sexual fulfillment simply demands that he take in his reflection.

Zero smiles as he sees himself becoming the man he always dreamed he could be, would be. Flexing an arm briefly, letting his long pit hairs drip freely, his eyes then trail down. Past his bulge he, for the first time, notices his calves beginning to surge larger. Doing a quick calf raise, Zero nearly falls over as his whole body stretches taller in that half a moment. And so he does so again, the sound of cracking bones fills the air as his whole form lengthens.

Legs that were already struggling to put on mass to match his new bulky arms surge into overdrive as they race to become the trunks that any top heavy superheroism demands. Long toes burst free from the shoddy surgical shoes they had him in, leaving his grippers exposed as his soles widen into nigh perfect shock absorbers for the hero. He flexes his toes and feels even this awaken more strength in calves, sending shockwaves of growth through the length of his lower body.

Completely forgetting about losing his mind, unaware that the fire wall he came across moments ago has only continued to shrink inward, one thought surges to the forefront. Zero needs to see what these bad boys can do. Stretching his longer legs to their limits, patting thighs and hearing how dense his muscle mass has grown in such a short time, Zero moans to himself as his pre leaks even more than his memory.

Eyes almost crossing as the thighs that now strain his pants leave his balls little room to breath, his cock straining them even moreso. Zero shifts one of the meaty palms clutching his thigh to instead tear off his underwear.

This is done with ease, fabric he couldn’t tear without tools is suddenly scattered to the floor as stained boxer briefs are torn away from his form. It’s of little matter unfortunately as in no time at all his legs surge large enough to leave the athletic shorts skin tight.

Problem solved, he laughs to himself as he remembers what his next move was. He was going to see how high he could jump. Crouching down in an instant, he flings himself immediately into the heavily reinforced ceiling of the room before crashing back onto the floor. Thankfully pain was not a sense enhanced as he lies in a heap on the floor, doing something between groaning in pain and laughing at himself.

Resting his fat hand on his chest to steady his breathing once more, he feels one of the few remaining frontiers of his body begin to puff up. With each gasping breath new weight begins to pile onto his chest. Think fingers cup his forming pecs and the bulge in his pants struggles against its confines as his nipples poke into his new mitt.

Perfectly round pecs pounding larger with the beat of his powerful heart, Zero takes a moment to reflect. Why did he just jump headfirst into the ceiling? He never acts without thinking. He should’ve known he’d shoot into the reinforced tiles. It was his job to do the math on stunts like that for his team. It is his job, what he’s good at. Narrowing his eyes, he tries to see the numbers in front of him.

At first Zero’s able to at least summon the equations in front of him. He can almost recognize the formula, what he’s supposed to do with it and what goes where, almost. Then they fade, becoming little more than spots in his vision. His mouth falls open as it now is almost always to be, bruisers being something synonymous to mouth breathers it’s no wonder that Zero is apt to join the rest of his new cohort.

On the cold sterile floor, an ass that has yet to slow down its growth begins to send tears down his shorts. Joining veiny thighs and a veinier dick, it’s only a matter of time before Zero is truly baring it all to his colleagues. He tries to ignore the image of fans across the world staring at his ass, admiring his bulge. Feeling his cock throb, both staining and straining his shorts, Zero stays strong. No, he was going to figure it out.

Still the same stubborn man he’s always been, Zero once more tries to do the math, just to show that he can, to himself. This time he struggles to even produce the first digits of the problem. Falling back on an old trick, he uses his meaty digits to try and direct his mind.

He hasn’t needed to do this since he was first starting out, he’s never had trouble organizing his mind. He’s taken great care to stay sharp, or rather he did? His crutch, his clumsy fingers struggle to offer any aid. Arms raised his musk is once more sent spewing into the open air causing him no small degree of distraction.

Sitting up in frustration, he slams an arm into the side of the operating table. His frustration only accelerates his growth. Raw, primal emotion numbs the mind and sharpens his massive form. Pecs form a wide overhang above abs so well sculpted they must have been crafted by hand. While his new hands lack finesse, this shortcoming is more than overshadowed by arms as powerful as thick and powerful as some of the strongest normies thighs.

Standing to his feet with a deep, bovine groan, Zero is reunited with his reflection. He is truly unrecognizable. As he watches his face begins to change, jaw widening, eyes dulling. He motions his hand to bring up a saved image of himself, something that should be the easiest thing in the world, but fails to produce even a memory. Static fills his ears as cotton fills his mind. He just watches, breathing in through his mouth as he hungrily stares at himself, changing and growing.

Walking closer, inspecting his massive chest, he bounces his pecs. The static grows louder. The pecs grow bigger. Forgetting he was even trying to do a comparison, his mouth waters as he instead flexes every bulging muscle on his new form. Hypnotized by his massive chest as it pushes his tank to its limits. They’re like nothing he’s ever seen before, like no man he can imagine. His eyes fill with wonder as his pecs continue to inflate as if they were hooked up to an air compressor.

Standing there, staring at his own powerful body, finally being the superhero he always wanted to be. He would almost feel disdain for being the little know-it-all he once was. The scheming little runt who solved calculus problems for the real heroes, the little guy who stared longingly at alpha heroes like the brute he is now. He sneers as he imagines being such a pipsqueak.

He would, that is, were he not on the fast track to forgetting that’s who he ever was. Hips bucking, Zero rapidly begins to forget his connection to the sum of all human knowledge. His abilities at solving mysteries and effortlessly uncovering buried answers as Zhihui Zero are rapidly wiped from his mind as his balls begin to bulge, pulsing with need.

Mouth watering at his splendor, his strength, he can’t imagine being anything but the strongest man in the room. His hips reflexively buck as he laughs at the idea that maybe he’s got supervirility too. The dumb thought only turns him on all the more. He guffaws to himself, switching poses each time his dripping cock thrusts forward, quickly breaking free of his shorts.

Massive arms fall forward on the one-way glass that Zero recognizes as nothing but a mirror with enough force to shake the whole room. Staring at his dumb eyes reflected, seeing not a single thought behind them, Zero’s whole body twitches and contorts as he loses control. Spewing his load into the once sterile OR, his heavy breaths steam the glass as his sweaty palms send cracks across the glass simply from holding his weight against them.

His enhanced nose finds its way into his pits to smell his hormones change as he finally tastes sweet release. Fuck that’s the good stuff. Tongue out, panting like an animal, Zero becomes exactly the boorish brute that Binary intended him to be, no, even more of one. Judging by the truly immense size and strength of the USHC’s new behemoth it’s clear that Binary severely underestimated how useful the young technomage would have been.

Before the new brute gets the wise idea to clean up the spilled cum with his tongue, the door at the far side of the room rears open and in walks Mustang and Binary. The android’s face squirms at the powerful odor of the room, kicking themselves for ever giving themself the ability to smell before turning it off. Adversely, Mustang is absolutely stoked to have another bruiser on the team, “Yeeehaw?! Zero that you dude!?”

Apathetic to the still dripping cock, Mustang tosses his new teammate a towel and goes over for a bear hug. Zero is similarly ecstatic to see his captain and he tests his own strength on the man built well stronger than a stallion. Embracing and feeling camaraderie in strength, Zero’s cock immediately begins to stir again and Mustang laughs, “Shoo- Gonna need RnD to whip up some real ultragrade spandex to keep that pecker under control ‘ere Zero!”

The two men laugh for a few seconds before Binary clears their robotic throat. Zero takes a step to look past his leader and is less than pleased to see the android, “Hm, what brings the old recycling bin by Cap?” Mustang pats him on the back and offers a stern look to half-reprimand him as Binary rolls their robotic eyes with a canned, “Hah Hah.” After a moment they continue, “I am simply here for the aftermath of the experiment, Zero.”

Zero’s thick brow furrows and he scratches his wiry pubes peeking above the towel, struggling to remember exactly what experiment must’ve just happened. Lucky for the boor, Binary is more than happy to explain, “Likely you do not recall, as intended, but before coming in here you were a fellow brainiac.” Zero scowls, looking down at his meaty hands he shivers performatively at the idea of being unable to lift a truck.

“Anyway. You were able to access knowledge from the internet straight from the aether, now I perhaps underestimated the use of this judging by how drastic the counterweight transformation was.” Three sentences in, Zero is finding himself more than bored with the bot. Who cares what he used to be IF he even used to be some nerd, instead his eyes flit to Mustang’s rugged chin and meaty pecs as he wonders whose are bigger.

“Now, should you ever wish to access the power again I will have tech give you equipment to do so. You must keep in mind that any use would directly draw from your strength and form. Now-” Zero interrupts, “Boooooring- Why’d I ever wanna trade brawn for brain Binary? I mean look at me? There’s a reason me ‘n Stang are on lunch boxes. I’ll leave that nerd shit to you. Thanks.”

Slightly regretting adding another meathead to their team, Binary shifts their weight and puts a pin in this conversation, “Very well.” Mustang then seizes the floor and throws his arm around Zero, “Now bud, new powers means new identity, got any ideas kickin’ around in that thick-head o’ yours?” Pinching the bridge of their nose, Binary chimes in with, “What of Idiot Savant, I think it’s-”

They’re interrupted as they often are by their ever louder cohorts as Mustang waves his hand in an arc, “Oh how ‘bout Stud! Wouldn’t mind havin’ a real partner on the team. Stud ‘n Stang, I can see it now!”

Zero then retreats into their mind to the long imagined image of himself as a brawny hero that remains firmly implanted in his psyche, internet access or not. “Y’know, I’d love to do my mom and pops proud, and they always liked Zero. Would it be alright if I kept the name?” The image of his shoddily sketched costume, still burning bright in his eyes. He’d need to go up more than a few sizes.

Binary and Mustang stare at each other before the captain shrugs. The android’s eyes light up as they set to work, “I’ll send it up to Marketing.” Not soulless, probably, they see the intensity in Zero’s expression and tack on, “I’m sure they’ll find the idea acceptable.” Zero pumps the air with a “fuck yeah!” and faster than Binary has a chance to react he rushes over to hug the robot.

Patting them on the back hard enough to loosen a few screws, the android sounds winded despite lacking lungs, “for future celebrations a handshake will suffice!” Zero waves them off and after a few seconds allows them freedom from his grasp, leaving them more than a little sweat stained.

Finally, Mustang saunters over and joins the pair. Putting a massive arm around each compatriot, he starts leading both out the door, “Now it’s about time to get those massive lats fitted for some spandex dontcha think kid?” And so the trio depart, Binary working on a report and Mustang yammering about their other teammates. Zero doesn’t quite hear as he is preoccupied imagining his new start and his first proper day as the hero he has always dreamed he could be.

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Stealing Brock's Reflection, Part 3

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Part 2

"Fuuuuuck yes," moaned Ethan as he lifted Brock's arm to flex, bushy pits on full display. He was alone in Brock's room, surrounded by that aphrodisiac jock smell. He and Tyler had gotten home from their outing a short while ago and each headed to their rooms to wrap up the day.

Ethan, of course, wasn't tired quite yet. He'd been pent up since the workout at the gym, smelling Brock's musk the whole time since. Finally alone, he'd wasted no time throwing off his shirt and revealing that glorious new body of his.

"You love these fucking pits," he said as he stared at the mirror, long-time fantasy of his playing out before his eyes. He took a big whiff, then licked the precious sweat from Brock's wiry hairs. It tasted salty and oh so wonderful.

He stood up and made a double-bicep pose, the obscene bulge in his gym shorts becoming prominently displayed. "You like my huge jock cock?" he smirked to the mirror, twitching his dick for good measure.

"How about these massive tits?" he continued, bouncing both pecs. He slipped off his shorts, tossing them aside. Brock's erection looked vacuum sealed in the sweaty boxer briefs he was wearing. The view didn't last long, as Ethan slipped those off and immediately brought the crotch of the underwear to his face.

He took another big sniff before sighing contentedly. "That's what a man smells like," he cockily told the mirror. "And it's 100% me."

His hand ran down his sculpted chest and abs, before pausing at Brock's blonde bush. He smeared some of that groin sweat on his hand and brought it up for another sniff. It was as potent as ever, and Ethan kept his hand there as his other hand wrapped Brock's underwear around his cock. He grunted as he started to jerk off to his reflection, giving into primal urges. He rutted into his own hand, intoxicated on his scent and drunk on the image of himself flexing.

At long last, he fully flexed his huge arms, abs, and pecs and couldn't hold any longer, cum spraying from Brock's dick. As before, there was a lot of it, much coating the mirror even though Ethan tried to catch it in the underwear. In his haze he took the cum-filled underwear and stuffed it in his mouth, afterglow mingling with the salty damp taste of ball sweat and jock cum. He rubbed his cum-covered hand over Brock's abs, enjoying the feel of it smearing over the well- muscled torso.

"I can't go back," he said, realizing the truth in his mind. Sure, he could probably return to the mirror and get his reflection back. But he knew that wasn't an option for him mentally any more. He was committed to being the new Brock. His old life could get declared missing for all he cared. Not like his dad would notice for weeks anyways.

Ethan studiously made sure to clean up his post-sex mess, though he noted the effort it took to clean up how much cum Brock produced likely influenced why there were so many cumstains on Brock's things. He tossed the used gym clothes in the hamper, then glanced at the packed suitcase in the room.

In all likelihood, the move was happening tomorrow. If Ethan went with the Rourke family, then there pretty much was no going back. He felt strangely at peace with that.

His solemn reverie was interrupted by a loud knock at the door, followed by a shout of, "Where is he, Tyler?!"

It took Ethan a second to recognize it, but that was clearly his former voice! For the sake of not getting arrested, he slipped on a pair of yellow lounge shorts, not bothering with underwear. With haste he hurried out of the room. Tyler had also just left his room and glanced in Ethan's direction. "That's totally your voice- er, your old voice," Tyler commented. "What's going on?"

"Let's find out," Ethan said, feeling a surge of confidence strengthened by his resolve from earlier.

He opened the door to see his skinny 18 year old body in the apartment hall, face contorted with rage. "Keep it down, Mr. Gawne doesn't take kindly to noise complaints," Ethan said with a smirk before grabbing his former body and pulling it inside.

"You! Why do you have my body?!" seethed Ethan's body, confirming Ethan's suspicions.

"Quite frankly, it doesn't matter," responded Ethan, towering over his former body. "Here's how things are gonna work: this is MY body from here on out. I'm moving with MY parents and MY brother tomorrow. You can chill out and leave and figure out what you want to do, or I can MAKE you leave us alone."

Brock in Ethan's body stuttered, not used to NOT being the physically dominant presence in a room. He turned to Tyler. "Dude, why are you just standing there? Don't you believe me?"

"Oh, I believe you," Tyler confirmed from where he stood across the room.

"And you're just gonna let this douchebag steal your brother's body?!" Brock practically shouted.

Tyler gave Brock a level gaze, the face of his best friend contorted in a rage foreign to it, but all too familiar as Brock. "Yeah, Brock, I am. Ethan was already my best bro, but now that bond is blood. I like him being Brock way better than you ever were. Even mom and dad see it; Ethan charmed them both all day today before they left. So they aren't gonna ask questions."

Ethan's former face looked stunned by this revelation. Brock couldn't process it. His own brother willing to sell out his body? To trap him in this scrawny dweeb with no future? For the first time in his over two decades of life, Brock began to feel the tiniest prickle of regret for his treatment of Tyler.

"Anyways, I don't care what you do with him, 'big bro'," Tyler said before turning and heading back into his room to close the door with finality.

"But- but-" Brock stuttered in impotent anger.

"But nothing," Ethan said authoritatively. "I'll give you a little bonus if you leave quietly. One last chance to be close to your body. I really have been craving someone to properly worship these muscles since I became you."

"I'm not a fag!" Brock cried.

"That tent says otherwise," Ethan said, bemused.

Brock turned beet red, covering Ethan's small bulge. "C'mon, you'll have plenty of time to think on the way back to your apartment," Ethan said.

He effortlessly picked up his own previous body and threw it over his shoulder, Brock gasping from within it. He marched down the hall to his own apartment and stepped inside, throwing Brock down onto the ground of Ethan's room before lying out on the bed in a way that showed his impressive member straining against his shorts.

Brock, overwhelmed by Ethan's body's hormones and his own deeply repressed attraction, cracked. He reached a trembling hand out and gingerly touched his former chest. Ethan responded by flexing his pecs. Brock then ran his hand down Ethan's abs, marveling at how they felt and looked from this angle. Fuck, he'd been so hot.

Ethan sat up and flexed his arms. "Worship my biceps," he commanded.

Brock complied, running his hands over the huge bicep peaks before leaning in and licking them. Ethan lifted his arm straight up, exposing his hairy pits further, a new wave of his jock musk pushing out.

"Show these pits how much you fuckin love them," he commanded Brock.

Irresistible, Brock leaned in, getting Ethan's former face buried in the pit hairs that were once his. He inhaled deeply before sticking out his tongue and desperately lapping up that godly jock sweat.

"You're such a little slut for my pits," Ethan said derisively, before pushing Brock away. Brock looked hurt to be pulled away from worshiping his former body, but that swiftly changed when Ethan slipped off his shorts, thick jock cock springing free, surrounded by his trimmed bush.

"Now worship MY fucking dick," Ethan commanded, pointing at his erection standing straight out.

Brock fell to his knees and Ethan grabbed the back of his head, shoving him into his crotch to the side of his dick. Brock took a huge whiff of ball sweat and caught the scent of lingering cum from Ethan's earlier masturbation sessions. He flicked his tongue out, lathering up Ethan's hairy thick balls.

Ethan grunted in satisfaction, before pulling Brock back again. "Open wide," he said, and then brought his head down onto his cock.

Brock was barely ready as his own former cock invaded his mouth. Ethan was slowly pushing it further and further down his throat to find his limit, and to push just past it. Brock sputtered as he nearly choked on his precious pride and joy, tears welling in his eyes, part from the choking and part from the loss of this huge fuckstick.

Ethan pulled back but left the tip in Brock's mouth before releasing his head. "Show me how much you love this big fuckin dick, you little cock sucker."

Brock still couldn't resist, nose so close to such a potent source of that jock musk, and began to eagerly, messily, bob his head up and down on Ethan's stolen cock. Ethan let out a low, slow moan as he leaned back and enjoyed the sensation. "This is all mine now," he said as he made eye contact with Brock. Brock looked like he was about to pull off Ethan's dick to respond, but Ethan firmly planted his hand on the back of his head and pushed him back down on it.

This continued for a while, before Ethan finally let Brock pull off his dick. He grabbed some lube from the night stand and grinned at the mixed look of lust and fear in Brock's eyes. He slicked up his fingers, and then pushed Brock face down into the bed. He started with one finger, slowly and surely sliding it into his own former tight asshole. Brock involuntarily moaned, Ethan's smaller dick stiffly jutting out and twitching.

Ethan simply grinned, and then slid in another finger as he moved back and forth, seeking the prostate to make Brock melt like the little bitch he was. Soon, Brock was moaning as Ethan fit three fingers into his ass.

Satisfied, Ethan pulled his hand away, and wasted no time lathering up his dick and applying a generous amount to Brock's eager hole. He ran the tip around the entrance, teasing. "God just put it in!" Brock whined, ashamed how badly he wanted it.

"What's my name?" Ethan taunted, and Brock made a pitiful sound. Ethan smacked his ass and asked again "I said, what's my name?"

"Brock," Brock said, need for dick overcoming his resistance.

"That's right," Ethan said, finally sliding his dick into the eager hole before him.

Brock gasped, thinking he'd be ready from the finger fucking but his former dick was so fucking thick. Ethan was slow but relentless as he pushed deeper and deeper, until he buried his cock to the hilt, pausing there. Brock took heavy breaths, he felt absolutely impaled, and with shame he fucking LOVED it. His own cock filling an emptiness he never realized was there until this very moment.

Ethan then began rocking his hips back and forth, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he got more and more rough. Brock felt it against his prostate and moaned more, face down in the bed. Ethan gazed at the mirror of the room, and saw a fantasy fulfilled. Brock's broad frame absolutely railing Ethan's thin body, but this time he was looking from Brock's point of view.

He roughly grabbed Brock's hair and lifted his head to make him gaze in the mirror. "Watch while I fill you up, 'Ethan'," he grunted.

He felt his orgasm finally arrive, and his stolen balls tightened up as loads of Brock's cum flooded. His dick twitched multiple times inside his own ass, warm hot cum blasting out. The sheer volume Brock's cock produced forcing it to leak out back down his cock. The feeling of it filling him up was too much for Brock and he involuntarily started to orgasm without touching his smaller dick while being forced to gaze at the reflection of his humiliation.

Ethan pulled out, his sperm leaking out of Brock's hole. He grabbed a pair of his own underwear and wiped his dick off with it before shoving it in Brock's face. "Little souvenir. Don't come around again, 'Ethan'."

Brock just lay there, fully broken, unable to even muster a response. Ethan left him that way before heading back to the Rourke apartment. He entered and Tyler came out into the living room upon hearing his return.

"He's dealt with," Ethan said confidently.

"Good," Tyler replied, rubbing the sleep in his eyes. "The move is tomorrow and then we won't have to deal with him any more."

"I'm excited," Ethan said, breaking out into a grin.

"Me too! Hey, I was thinking. Since you're gonna be slipping into his life, it's maybe best if we start referring to you as Brock from now on."

Ethan nodded in agreement. "I'd like nothing more."

Tyler moved up and wrapped his brother in a hug. "Welcome home, Brock."

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Brock looked in the hotel mirror of his room. His younger brother and best friend Tyler had already gone down to grab breakfast. Their parents had put them up in a hotel while the move to the new house finished up. He grinned, fully accepting his new role. He flashed a pic of his hot fucking body to add to his new Grindr profile.

"Get ready, gay boys. Brock is officially on the menu," he chuckled to himself.

Epilogue

Brock (the original) hurried down the stairs to the storage units. He'd wallowed for a few days now, but finally rage had taken over. He wasn't going to let that twerp Ethan get away with stealing his fucking life. He'd take that stupid magic mirror all the way out of town if he had to.

He stopped in horror, however, at the sight of the mirror smashed to pieces. Something had happened over the last few days and now... now he couldn't ever be Brock again. His anguished scream echoed in the dank basement.

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What You Really Want

Milo mouths off about a man dating his long time crush before immediately learning the lesson that he should be less trusting of strange voices promising to fulfill his desires

Pretty standard straight to gay himbo/jockification! It will also be my final story for some time I believe, so I do hope you enjoy! -Occam

“It’s no fair that they literally have it all.” Like many a ‘nice guy’ Milo has spent an inordinate amount of time skulking social media and disparaging more physically gifted men as he stumbles across them. The root of his despair is not difficult to ascertain, his eyes burning with envy make quite clear the inner monologue of ‘girls always date assholes.’ He sneers as he comes across the most recent post of his friend and crush, Juliet. The jealous man of course knows next to nothing about the character of James, the jock-type now dating her, but judging by the gleaming smirk and the bulky arms of a killer hanging from his shoulders, the judgemental dweeb has more than enough evidence to speculate.

Delving into his memories, Milo’s face burns with embarrassment as he recalls mentioning his crush to Juliet, ‘Oh!’ her bright eyes shift uncomfortably and her cheeks begin to blush enough to match the pink tint she threw on this morning. Milo’s fist clenches as she almost giggles in her discomfort, ‘sorry Milo I guess- Well, I guess I just thought you were gay?’ After this Milo played it cool, he thinks. Hand scratching the back of his head as he asserts his straight identity and the two go on to have a meal far more quiet and awkward than usual. When new-boyfriend James comes to pick up Juliet, Milo forces a smile before staring daggers at his back as the pair walk away.

This brings us to the present hate scrolling session in which Milo is more than absorbed. Lips curl into a sneer as he traces the impossible to ignore curves of this must-be dullard’s defined body. Milo scoffs as he sees the litany of women that must make up the man’s dating history. “Bet they won’t even last a week, ha! I mean judging by how much the douche spends in the gym I bet he’s just using her as a beard anyway.”

With this final rather homophobic assertion, the nerd’s phone flashes before going dark, “What the-” before he has to determine whatever caused this, he goes stiff as a strange voice resounds through his head. ‘Tired of all the big boys getting what they want, hmm?’ Immediately concerned he’s lost his mind, Milo gets to powering back on his phone to call for help. ‘Now now, Milo. Do not worry your little head. I am here to help. Would you not like the chance to be just like them?’ Just like them. Envy burns through his veins greater than anything. Sensing this immediately, whatever this voice is seizes upon his clearly fragile psyche, its laughter steely and alien, ‘Ah ha ha. I thought so.’

Dropping his phone once more, Milo tries to drill the voice, “Wh- what are you exactly. Are you a dem- hm, an angel?” The voice answers almost before he even finishes the thought, ‘It matters not what I am. All that matters are your desires. Now. Do you wish to be all you desire, all this James embodies? All that he is in your head.” Miles gulps and almost starts drooling at the idea, just like James. Women at his fingertips whenever he wants, a body sculpted by the gods while keeping a far better mind than that oaf could ever afford. With next to no hesitation or forethought, Milo nods and the world goes dark.

When he awakens the poorly mannered man finds it’s the next day. His phone rests in his hand and when opened he finds it zoomed in on a picture of James’ meaty bicep. Milo rolls his eyes and tosses his phone aside before going to stand. Making it halfway up he grunts in pain as he only then discovers morning wood more pressing and turgid than he’s ever encountered. Falling back down he clutches at the pain in his crotch from his cock being forcibly yanked by his underwear. Hands now grasping it he gasps as he finds it filling them far more than it has any right to.

Well now, while they’re already down there he might as well have some fun right? After briefly struggling to get his waistband over his swollen package his mouth falls open in shock as he’s finally able to appraise the almost unrecognizable cock hanging from his crotch. It’s like none he’s seen before, not that he generally observes dicks of course. Far more impressive than he imagined a dick could be. His fingertips can scarcely meet his palm when he tries to grasp it, and as he begins rubbing it it feels leagues more sensitive than it has before now, as if nerve endings are multiplying. Looking to his awaiting phone he sees the photo of James and what’s her name as he begins masturbating outright.

Seeing a bulge in James’ strained pants he grunts as he returns to stare at his own suddenly substantial cock. More like him. The already thicker rod strains as he reflexively humps into his hand, forcing his grip wider as it expands to simply need more room. The new veins painting the length of his nascent ten inch dick surge higher up its length as he swears he can see them pulse and bulge with each racing heartbeat. Beneath his thrusting hands, bouncing as his hips continue to forcefully thrust with more strength than he has, his balls similarly grow heavier, larger as they send hormones flowing through him enough to metamorphosize and, more immediately, cause pre to stream and coat his fingers.

Milo leans his head back as he is bursting with a need for release greater than he can understand. He shifts his jaw as it twinges with the pleasure of growth, widening and strengthening into one fit for titan. Below his newly defined chin, his neck thickens and moans grow deeper as an Adam's apple bulges out of his throat. Hearing his voice echo deeper throughout his bedroom, his heady pleasure comes to a head as he is struck with the bizarre urge to lick the pre off his fingers. Before he’s able to acquire or express shock and disgust, his eyes blast open and he is again staring at the image of James, more like- and he blows his load.

The moment of release may as well have shut him down once more, pleasure overloads him like a flashbang as every inch of his body feels at once. Drool drips from his plumper lips as his mind is fried and his hips continue to thrust without any input or awareness, sending stains across his wall and splattering into his darker hair as it begins to pull shorter and tint darker. Eyebrows thicken and cover more of his forehead as his brow hangs lower over his eyes staining brown and growing duller.

His whole form tenses as he finally achieves release, staring at the image of his, uh, competition. Arms flex as his hands crack wider, fingers stretch longer, skin grows rougher. For the first time in his life definition appears on his arms, biceps and triceps compete for which can increase faster, which can catch more eyes, which can rival those alluring arms of James. Beneath shoulders packing on weight are pits that darken with curls now thicker, a deeper brown nearing black as the forest strives to prevent any light from breaking the canopy. Similarly they moisten with the masculine heady musk that they are perfectly designed to disseminate, powerful enough to allure any twink towards his dick, or uh, huh.

Milo moans as this seemingly intrusive thought makes itself at home in his morphing psyche. Barely returning to sentience enough to realize the stray gay thought, he arches his back and stretches as if he were waking up. Mindlessly he wipes the cum staining his larger hands on the new dark treasure trail as it itches and slowly inches up from pubes unshaved. Feeling the hint of an Adonis belt he sits up with a shock, the feeling of something he has long envied bringing back his awareness.

Despite the obvious differences it takes far too long for him to be aware of, to truly notice what has become of him. He struggles to make sense of the effort it takes to move his new larger limbs. He grabs at his new hair and sucks drool through his teeth as he tries to understand how it’s changed texture and color so totally, did he dye it and forget or what? The gears in his mind slowly turn as his fingers move to scratch an itch under his arms, struggling through the dank jungle of curls. Thoughtlessly he brings his sweat-wet fingers to his nose and grimaces. “Fuck man, I smell like an, uh, like a, unnh-” he moans quietly as he’s unable to even finish the sentence, instead an image of James forces its way to the front of his mind and two now-malnourished brain cells spark together and strain to form a thought.

“Oh fuck I’m turning into a imbe-, an uh imbekle? Ugh, an uh- a dumb jock.” Milo bites his lips and flexes an arm to try and assuage his nerves, to get his attention focused on anything but his anxieties. Fortunately to this end, seeing his bulging biceps he feels his larger cock begin to stir. Some semblance of rationality knows ceding to his wanting package is probably what led to this encroaching fog over his mind. His skin begins to prickle as all-around it grows more sensitive. Beyond these skin deep sensations it also seems as if darker hairs are beginning to spread out wherever his follicles will allow.

Seeing hair beginning to prickle his chest and blanket his legs his mind produces images of hairy men he has leered at through the years. His neck twitches as whatever dregs of the pathetic skirtchaser he once was rise up and try to combat his new predilections. He’s straight, he’s always been straight. Right? His mouth goes dry as he tries to remember ever having dated a woman in the past. Barring that, only just able to recall that something is happening to him, only just able to remember that he is transforming into some alien self, Milo tries to produce an image of what he used to look like. And he cannot.

His mouth falls open as it often does whenever he struggles to produce a thought, making it almost his default state. Mouth-breathing mouth ajar he fully experiences the thick air of his bedroom as it fills with his new musk. The room around him begins to dissolve and reform into surroundings that reinforce who he is now, that prove this is who he has always been. Clean pressed laundry dirty and shift into unwashed gym clothes that help cloud the room with his stink. Posters of whatever movies and video games he enjoys corrupt into images celebrating the impressive male form, all distinctly stained from the years of hanging on Milo’s bedroom walls. He hears clanking outside of his bedroom as bookshelves collapse and reform into weights heavier than he would be able to lift.

Milo stumbles to his larger feet and ignores the hefty weight of his balls and cock bobbing in the air as he drags himself out of his bedroom to find a mirror. He leaves sweaty footprints larger than any shoes he owns on the tile of the bathroom as he bumbles in. Leaning over the sink his lips quiver as he sees a razor clogged with hair darker than he feels he should have. Sooner than the doubts arrive they vacate as a thick, stubbled beard rapidly bursts onto his face. Looking up he smirks as he sees a thick mustache surges over his upper lip, looking just like the ones he appreciates, just like he has always been into. His eye twitches and he grunts as his hair retracts once more into something far more intentional and stylish. At the same time pecs suddenly bulge larger and hang lower as Milo leans heavier over the bathroom sink.

His eyes glaze over as complex thoughts once more become too elusive in the face of his rising lusts. Muscles bulge larger as his back and legs creak, stretching him taller as thighs and shoulders widen and continue putting on mass. Feet spread like fins on the floor as his hands widen and sweatily slide on the ceramic sink. His mouth continues to water as he inspects all these increasingly masculine changes and his cock continues to throb. Milo bites his lip as new sensations arise from his cock once more, this time the change is apparent as his foreskin regrows, making his cock look even thicker as its head grows hooded and he struggles not to immediately break into masturbation at the powerful image of his own seductive form.

Milo’s barely functioning mind struggles to argue for any reason to not just return to the immeasurable delights of gratifying his all-encompassing urges. He stays his hands for a moment before the greatest horror yet rears its head. A monologue begins in his mind that is not his own, that cannot be his own. Dull laughter echoes through his increasingly vacant mind as a voice even slower and deeper than that which sounds from his new vocal chords, “Yooo broo come onnnnn. Give up, give in. This is what you wanted, ‘s what we wanted huhuhuh.”

He feels a pressure in his balls as they almost churn with the otherworldly need that seemingly always flows through him. He can’t help but imagine the men he’s going to bed with his new endowment, how many cocks he’s going to take in his new powerful ass. Drool trickles from his lips through the dense black stubble that coats his face denser with each second, with each breath. Spit continues down the length of his more defined face before dripping onto weighty, similarly furred pecs. His heavier hands slowly creep towards the hardening cock standing tall and long from the jungle of pubes. Before he’s able to assist his thrusting hips however, his lusty haze is interrupted by his phone chiming. His mind immediately thinks it must be James which fills him with conflicting emotions of rage and giddiness. “Ohh bro maybe he’s inviting us over. It’s been toooo long since we fucked huhuh-”

Milo pointedly tries to ignore his hairier, bulkier reflection as he stumbles out of the bathroom to check his phone. Unfortunately he catches a glimpse which makes it all the more difficult to ignore the throbbing weight dripping, almost pouring, pre onto the floor. Despite it all he stands strong, quieting this other voice as it urgently tries to convince him to give in before he’s able to pick up his phone. In a final act of resistance, or perhaps impotence, he has the lofty idea of calling for help before his mind goes completely blank and, seeing the notification, he instinctually goes to his messages to find who texted him. It’s Juliet!

First his heart flutters before he’s absolutely confused at the sensation. She’s just his bestie? Weird. He shakes off whatever that was and gets on to reading the message, “heyy girlie- which of these do you want me to post? Oh ya and lmao, are you and james cool if I do the last one?” At the mention of James his pulse again races and there are butterflies in his stomach far more powerful than whatever bizarre feelings he had but moments ago. No time to dwell, Milo starts swiping through the images sent. They’re a photoset of their little group outing to a halloween party last week, the trio, Milo, James and Jules dressed up as a group, as X-men! Respectively dressed as Wolverine, Cyclops and Jean Grey.

He smirks as he starts chubbing up again thinking of how easily he was able to pass as the hairy beast. His eyes then return to see James’ bubble butt in trademark spandex, which only makes it harder to not lose control then and there, moaning as he imagines playing with that ass. Holding to whatever well of willpower remains within him Milo holds strong and keeps his hands above waist level. Finally he gets to the specific image Juliet mentioned, one of him and James messily making out on the dance floor. James yanks at the hairy Milo’s hair, visor half hanging off as Milo reciprocates by shoving his hand into James’ pants. Fuck that’s hot.

Without even touching his needy cock, without any pleading from the new voice in his head, without a single chance to hold back. Simply from seeing the steamy image of him and James, Milo’s mind is overrun with memories and desires of the new man he is. The man he ever was and always will be. And for the second time today, but not the last, he loses control. Cum splatters against his phone as his mind goes blank anew with rushing pleasure. Painting himself once more with his most-used utensil he laughs dumbly as he realizes how swiftly he just came. Almost with pathetic haste, though now he’s quite unfamiliar with any sense of shame. The voice that only just wormed its way into his head spills from his mouth as it fully and forevermore wrests control as the true Milo.

“Huhuhuh guess I should work on my hair trigger,” He grunts as he looks at his phone and texts back some variation of ‘girl that’s porn you can’t post that!!!’ he turns his mind where it goes more often than anywhere in his new life. He wonders what James is doing and immediately texts him. Waiting for a reply Milo heads off to the gym to get a pump in before presumably going to meet him, not worrying about cleaning up or covering his scent. The gym’s for smelling like a man right? He certainly wouldn’t mind if everyone else followed his lead huhuh. Milo bites his lip trying to ignore his hardening cock as he makes his way out of the apartment clad in too-tight, stained gym clothes.

Before he even makes it out the complex he gets a text from James and promptly changes course. Immediately Milo’s racing down the street to his lover’s apartment. Cock already snaking down his shorts and creating a stain at its nadir, Milo hopes he can keep his needy cock at bay until he makes it. Thinking of the alternative work out he’s to enjoy in bed with James, Milo struggles to not moan obscenely as he waddles as quickly as he can into the lobby of James’ building. Heart racing with excitement he can’t wait to see James in person. Jittery with nerves, it feels like he’s going to meet the man for the first time. Hah! Milo promptly ignores the idea and starts to get some stretching in before their session. Trying to practice mindfulness with a mind thicker than mud he quickly finds himself possessed with memories of their countless times fucking in the past. Easy enough as the pair have been doing so for years. Still nerves assail him as his cock continues to strain his shorts. As the elevator doors click open he smirks as he was able to make it this far without blowing his third load of the day. His cock throbs with anticipation for its release soon to come, and impatiently awaits each and every similar session to follow.

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