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[drew-christopher]

Waking Up As a Stranger

Joey:

“What the— where am I?”

The last thing I can remember was right before falling down a flight of stairs. This guy and I bumped into eachother and ended up tumbling down… and then I think I blacked out…

Actually the more I think about it— I remember the dream I had right afterwards.

I was floating outside of my body… it so surreal seeing myself… and I saw the guy as well. Our bodies were on the ground together. So I panicked and rushed into my body….

But wait—where am I at right now? I feel kinda funny.

I look around and then this nice looking guy comes running over.

“Baby you’re awake!,” he says to me.

“Baby?”

“Yeah honey, it’s me your husband Jacob!”

“Husband?”

That’s when a doctor comes in and says, “Dr. Hasan! You’re awake!”

Wtf? Who is this guy saying he’s my husband and why did that doctor just call me a doctor— that’s when I notice my hands.

They’re big thick masculine hands covered with black hair. I look down and see my chest…

I have dark chest hairy…this isn’t my chest…

I run my fingers down it, this feels so unreal. Maybe I am still asleep?

“Oh I’m sorry Jacob, Pete maybe experiencing some slight amnesia. Good thing is that should wear off soon.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry for just coming in like that. I was just o excited to see that he woke up so quickly.”

“It’s okay! Just give him a second.”

The doctor and Jacob walk closer to the door. I close my eyes and say to myself softly, “wake up…”

“So what about that kid he bumped into? Is he okay?,” I hear Jacob ask.

Kid? Oh shit! They’re talking about me!

“Yes he’s okay! Left with his family 30 minutes ago, what’s strange is that he also had slight amnesia. Kept saying he knew me…”

“Huh, that’s really weird.”

My body’s gone??? And this guy— Pete, is in my key? That’s when I sit up and immediately see a mirror of myself. Only to confirm what I already knew— I’m the guy who I fell down the stairs with…

Hold on… that means that wasn’t a dream earlier… I floated into the wrong body!!!

I get out of bed and both the Doctor and Jacob rush over to me.

“Pete, take it slow,” says the doc.

“I’m feeling fine now, I want to go home,” I say to him.

“Pete baby, come on and listen to him,” says Jacob.

I sit back down and the Doc runs a bunch of tests on me.

What was strange was that he asked me personal questions— and somehow I knew this guys birthday and his parents names…

“Well he seems to be good, just take it easy today.”

We leave the hospital and we get to Jacob’s BMW X7. Nice car I thought…

I wanted to go find my body so bad but I knew that would be hard to do right now.

As we’re driving, Jacob grabs my hand and holds it firmly. I found it kinda comforting even if he’s a strange to me.

I study his face, he’s handsome. The kind of guy I’d hope to marry when I’m this age.

“You scared me today,” he said to me.

“Sorry,” I say back.

“It’s okay, I’m just happy you’re okay.”

We pull up to a giant beach front property. My eyes get huge… is this there house???

Don’t get me wrong my parents are well off but this kind of property in southern Florida is insane! So I guess this body is super rich!

We head inside and Jacob gets me to sit down on the couch.

I kick off my shoes and stair down at the big manly feet that now belong to me. I wiggle my toes and smirk at them.

I feel a slight amount of excitement rush through me. These feet are so hot and I control them…

I run my new hands around my thighs… shit… I wonder…

I open up my pants and I gasp! Surrounded by a lovely trimmed dark bush was thick cock sitting at around 6 inches in length soft.

Man, now that I want to try out! I close my pants as I hear Jacob come back up.

“So we are off for the week, obviously your work knows that after I talked to your boss.”

My work— I’m an orthopedic surgeon. I specialize in trauma and that guy earlier is one of my best buds… Wait! This guys memories are starting to come to me.

Lifts up my feet and sits down placing them on his lap.

He starts rubbing my feet and it feels so good. I watch him and notice something… I’m turned on right now.

Jacob lifts one foot up and kisses my toes. I bite my lip watching him…

I look down at his bare feet… fuck he has some sexy toes too. Actually a lot about him is sexy… his feet, legs, face, beard, the warmth in his smile, his dick…

Memories of being in bed with him rush through my mind…. Fuckkk… he’s so good in bed. Atleast that’s how Pete remembers…

Tbh in my actual body I’ve only dated one guy and I don’t even know if that even qualifies. It’s tough being a 19 year old scrawny guy who’s so unsure about the world. The only time I’ve ever hooked up with someone was from a sketchy one night Grindr hookup.

Kinda freaked me out…

But Jacob is sooo different from anything he’s kissing my feet and telling me how or Pete… idk that he’s so happy he gets to kiss them and how much he loves me.

“I love you too baby,” I say back to him.

I take my other foot and rub it on his crotch. He grins and says, “oh so you are feeling better.”

“Yeah I think so,” I say biting my lip.

He rubs his hands up my think hairy legs… I feel his hand reach into my pants and he grabs my dick.

“You’re so hard right now,” he says grasping it and gently jerking me.

“Well yeah I have a hot husband,” I say back.

He climbs over to me and pulls me in. We start making out.

I run my hands all over him and he pulls back.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

We both head to the bedroom kissing and taking off a piece of clothing every step.

I look over both of our naked bodies… his cock… my cock…

I’m a handsome Doctor with an incredible handsome husband. Maybe I don’t need to worry about finding my body today… or tomorrow…

We crash into the bed and now Jacob is all I’m thinking about…

He climbs on top of me and pulls lube out of the drawer.

He rubs it on my cock and his hole.

He leans down and says softly, “finger me baby.”

I gently insert two fingers into him and he lets out a moan. I finger his hole for a minute before he says, “I’m ready.”

Jacob grabs my cock and works it in. It’s so warm inside of him. Jacob does so much of the work, he’s literally riding my dick. I have my hand on his jerking him off.

Both of us are moaning, loudly!

We keep kissing and repeating I love you to one another. And right now , I do feel like I love him.

More flashback come back… oh god, Pete was having an affair with Jacob… why would he do that???

It’s been months since we’ve… that’s when all of there relationship rushed through my head…

A tear goes down my face and I say, “I love you so much Jacob!”

“I love you too Pete!”

Both of us moan loudly as we cum in unison. My pours so much cum into him while his dick gets all over my chest, hand, and face.

Both of us are panting and I taste his cum.

Jacob climbs off of me and curls into me. I wrap my arms around him and say, “I’m sorry.”

He looks a little confused.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t done that sooner with you. You’re my everything Jacob.”

He pulls me in closer.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry too. Maybe we can make up for that this week.”

“Well you wanna go to the beach or the pool?,” I say with a grin.

“I don’t care but let’s order out tonight.”

“Deal,” I say giving him a kiss.

Both of us go out of bed and head to the shower. We bathe together washing off our cum covered selves.

It’s so hot getting to rub soap on his cute hairy butt.

We dry off and grab a speedo out of my drawer.

I take a photo of myself really just admiring my new body. Gosh, I hope Pete doesn’t want his body back…

I walk outside and Jacob’s already laying out.

“Did you already jump in?,” I ask him.

“Yeah, couldn’t help it!”

Man, I can’t wait to fuck him again tonight!

Meanwhile…

Pete:

I was initially freaked out waking up in this body! But something about being 19 years old again is so sexy!

And I can actually just be single, not have to worry about work, or anything stressful.

Hell, with my knowledge and this youth— I’ll be an unstoppable doctor this round. And I’ll actually have time to party this round!

I pull off my shorts and touch the perky cute cock between my new legs. Ohhhh it’s so sensitive!

I pull off one of my socks and bring up the soft foot up to my face. I take a deep breath into my sole.

“Fuckkkk…”

I gingerly toy with my dick and pull out my phone. I redownload Grindr and set the location for the closest college university.

I wanna fuck a frat guy tonight!

As I gently tease my new dick, all I can think about is that I sure that Joey likes my body— because I want to keep his!

[drew-christopher]

"please don't make me do this again. Especially not here. Especially not in the locker room"

But as much as he tried to resist, as much as he tried to turn those thoughts into resistance, he couldn't.

Instead he undressed and flexed. Just like he had 1000 times before.

Just like he worked out for horia at a time.

Just like he ate right and slept right to grow.

Just like he let coach slow his thoughts and speech so everyone saw him as a dumb jock.

And the interesting thing? He has volunteered for this. He just didn't realize there were no take backs.

So, the jock life went on. And his brain screamed for it to stop, even though it never would.

[drew-christopher]

I was literally turned into a fucking jock's boxers, but still I tried to open my mouth to gasp for air, and I only got a face full of sweaty cock and balls. I tried to sputter out words, but the very fabric of my being noiselessly gotten drowned out by the loud grunting of gym bros and clinking and clanging of weights. I felt myself becoming warm and moist, soaking in the sweat. The smooth body of the gym bro stretched me out as I painfully gripped onto his thick thighs and buttocks.

I only wanted to live out my fetish of sniffing jock ass and dick, but I didn't take into account being used and stretched out during his workout routine.

I could smell myself becoming drenched in his sex musk. Even through the agonizing circumstances, I felt myself blissfully gettin off, each fabric of me flaring in pleasure.

By the time the jock went home and tossed me into his laundry hamper, I was spent and used. As he showered, I turned back into my normal self, dripping in his pheromones and taint stains, as I walked back home, basking in my afterglow.

[drew-christopher]

His eyes fluttered for a couple second, before he's able to finally open it wide and get used to the senses surrounding him. Meanwhile, his roommates already looking at him funny, excited to welcome the final member of their room

He is looking at the 3 men in front of him while getting all his other senses to work. All Navy cadet, all grinning mischievously, and all of them probably enlisted to those respective bodies after their stellar academic achievement in their public university. The room smelled of sweat, aftershave and some pungent cologne. The air is slightly warm and it seems like it's night time already as the room is dimly-lit. His body feels massive, and all of his upper torso is exposed to the warm air that tickles him somehow. He can smell himself, but he doesn't have the opportunity to look at his own reflection just yet. Then, a rather suave voice with slight hint of playfulness brings him back to the moment

"Hey there bro, feeling good?"

"Honestly, never been better," he said as he pulled off double bi pose and smirked a little bit at his brothers for the next few years, and possibly more

[drew-christopher]

How Does It Feel to Suck Your Old Dick?

[drew-christopher]

[drew-christopher]

You know, I was so PEACEFUL letting you into our spaces. You started dating one of KOKS favorite sorority' heads Chasity. Her, her girlfriends and you would come in here and drink for free, party and dance. There was no hassle, everyone respected your space and hell we even went out of our way to make you comfortable. But you had to be a reminder, didn't you.

But I remember now why we don't do that. You had to go and be INCREDIBLY HOMOPHOBIC during our Uni Pride Fest. Had to go out of your way and target underclassmen who weren't big enough or sure enough of themselves to make you feel better. I asked Chasity if you'd apologize, and she said you wouldn't, not for harassing them, not for making my pledges feel scared and alone while you and your BROS shoved them around. So I asked her if I could do what needed to be done to you Bryan and she said yes.

Like always it didn't take much. A SNAP of my fingers and here we were, another boring underperforming closet case. A WAVE of my hand and your clothes were gone, all you wore on you was the look of shock and the feeling of vulnerability. I walked around you sizing you up, your muscles were toned, but not bulky/meaty, your arms were nothing to laugh at and your legs were nice but I didn't want to leave you as you were. My hands began to trace your skin

With each graze your body was set on fire as PULSE after PULSE raked through you. "I think the first thing I'm gonna do is change your focus BRO!" I say moving my hands down to his cock and balls. "Wha..what does that mean?" He asks as I press down. He immediately moaned, his cock and balls both sizable, and hard from the PULSING felt pure bliss as it started leaking precum. I grabbed him firmly, his mind going BLANK as his back ARCHED.

He started rutting into my hand. Trying to fuck it, but his leaking aching member went from hard to semi hard. Flopping more, and more as he tried to get off HARDER. His cock growing, becoming monstrous, unwieldy as he begged for release. "All Good BRO. I know you're basically a DUMBASS. So I'll explain it simply. Your cock won't get you off BRO. Ya hear me BRO. All this. BIG. DELICIOUS. LEAKY FAUCET will do is hang like an ornament and fire like a cannon while you.BEG. FOR. DICK!" I say punctuating each word to lay it into him further. He looked confused, panicked and best of all HORNY.

I saw his ass TWITCH, just a single spark of that horniness was like lighting a fuse or to better emphasize the magic change, launching a nuke. His thrusting began to get harder as he grabbed my other hand and FORCED it down onto his own ass. His eyes wild and crazed, causing another PULSE as a loud SMACK rang through the air. He was begging for me to grope his cheeks. Each beg, each moan made them fatter. Each pleading look, whine and clap of his cheeks made him thicker and hornier till he moved my other hand off his cock, covered in precum to his cheeks to start fingering his hole.

Bryan begged and BEGGED for what felt like hours but was really just five minutes. Till he was face down ass up on my bed. Bryan would love pride now, and I think he'd also love to apologize to the pledges now that he feels better.

[drew-christopher]

Already weakened by the evil Edgemaster, Superman was helpless to prevent the villainous pervert from pulling the Man of Steel’s cock out of his speedo, and devouring it, draining our hero even further of energy

[drew-christopher]

Swap-Co (1)

Welcome to the world of Swap-Co!  A leading tech company has manufactured a device that allows two people to randomly swap bodies!  All one has to do is purchase their (moderately priced) device, which consists of a bundle of electrodes that attach directly to the forehead.  Swap-Co has had their product tested, so be rest assured everything about the procedure is safe, and voluntary.  The electrodes send electronic impulses into the brain, sending the host into their next body.  The only downside, however, is that the swap will not and cannot be reversed until the electric impulses have completely dissolved from the host body - and depending on the body’s age, weight, metabolism, and a few other factors, it can take anywhere from a week to a month to fully revert.  Good luck swappers!

***

Nick and Chris

Nick was super excited to get his package in the mail.  He had long had fantasies of swapping bodies, and now it seemed like a reality.  Wasting no time, he quickly set everything up, attached the electrodes to his temples, and hit the SWAP button.

To be honest, Chris didn’t know what he was opening or setting up.  It seemed like his boss at the clinic he worked at had ordered some new tech gadget, but he didn’t understand what it was for.  Regardless, he found himself in work-mode, automatically setting things up for his boss.  He was reading the instructions that came with the package and found himself oddly drawn to try it out for himself.  Of course he didn’t read any of the warnings.  He thought the electrodes were a weird touch, but he wanted to try it out so he placed them on and hit the SWAP button.

***

Nick suddenly found himself in an office setting, instead of his gaming room.  Apparently the device had worked!  He felt a mask covering his mouth and nose, and he felt a sense of being lighter.

He fumbled his new hands awkwardly around his new body until he found a cell phone in one of his pockets.  His new thumbprint unlocked the phone, and he quickly found the camera app.  

Damn!

He was … insanely hot now!  This app not only delivered everything he wanted, but more!  He wasn’t sure why he had swapped into a body that was currently at work, but he couldn’t complain!  He couldn’t wait to find an excuse to leave his new desk and find a bathroom, so he can get a better look at this body.  And knowing how the swap works, and knowing that his original body was a bit older and larger than his new one, he could get used to being this new man for at least a few weeks.

***

Chris found himself staring at a computer screen in an unfamiliar room.  His hands rushed to his new face, and felt the strange feeling of facial hair, which he had never been able to really grow before.  He felt larger, and somehow slower.

He stood up, the electrodes falling from his face, with the terms and conditions of the swap flashing on the screen in front of him.

Trying to make sense of everything, he stumbled through the house until he found a bathroom with a mirror.  Taking in his new body, Chris felt his blood chill.  He used to be super hot, and while this body wasn’t unattractive, he certainly couldn’t use this face to play his same hook-up games as he used to.  He quickly went back to the computer and read what Nick had already known - that due to this body’s features, he would be unable to swap back for some time.

Nick was ready to paint the town with his new body, and Chris, finding himself incredibly aroused at his situation, was eager to do the same.   Let’s hope the two have a good time in each other’s bodies!

[drew-christopher]

Can you believe it? This macho dude wanted to swap bodies and see what living as a twink would be. I had the Chronivac app loaded up in my phone already, so I told him I would gladly lend my body out to him for the weekend as long as he was willing to do a few chores for me around the house.

He agreed and the swap went off without a hitch. Now I'm scrounging around his closet looking for some slutty clothes to go out in, find some guys that used to look like me and show him a wild night.

A minute after the clock struck 7 my phone started blowing up, my old number sending text after text freaking out.

You see... I wasn't always a twink. My real body was much different, I just had my personal settings on twink for the past month. At 7, the timer went out and the twink body this guy thought he was getting started to change and expand.

Well, he can't get into the app without my password, which he will never guess. And he did agree to take my body for the entire weekend. Buyer beware and all that.

When he realized I wasn't about to give him the time of day he backed down. The only text I sent was to tell him to make sure the entire list of chores was done by the time I arrived on Sunday, or I would make the swap a bit more permanent.

I knew he would be outside working, so I parked a couple blocks away and made a stealthy approach to my old body.

Hmm... he doesn't seem finished quite yet. I will give him a few more hours, and if he hasn't completed every last task, then he is going to have to get used to that body!

[drew-christopher]

"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.

[drew-christopher]

Stepping up as stepdad

My stepdad was supposed to pick me up from soccer practice when I found him passed out in the driver's seat. He was a good for nothing day drinker and he already reeked of stale beer and sweat by noon.

I tried shaking him awake but he groaned, stretching his tatted arms.

I resisted the urge of looking at his bulge. He was so dominating with his size and attitude. I wanted to hate him, but I lusted after him. Even when he drank too much and he got loud and angry. The other day he teased me, taunting me that I was just a scrawny fag, all the while he strutted around without his shirt. I especially hated how turned on I was when I heard the moaning at night, listening to the bed creaking and the animalistic grunts.

Now he was right in front of me, unconscious to the world. I wanted to reach out to him to feel his beard, trace the curves of his veiny arms and hairy abs. I wanted to feel every part of his body, to explore each crevice and hole. Better yet, I wanted to be him. I could live a better life than him.

As I reached out, I felt a strange pull as something in him sucked me in. I couldn't resist and felt my hand plunge into his warm, sticky flesh. And soon I found my face buried within his sweaty pecs. For a moment, I struggled to breathe. The meaty muscles of his chest filling my nostrils and my mouth. The next moment, I felt my shoulders sink deeper into him and deeper until I felt my feet kicking in the air. With a slurping pop, I absorbed into my stepdad.

A moment later, I felt myself take a deep breath and sigh. I reached my large, manly hands to my face, stroking my new beard. I couldn't believe it. I was him. I grabbed handfuls of my biceps and squeezed the muscles. I checked myself out, rubbing my abs. Moreover, I felt how it was being him. I felt light headed and dizzy. I guess he was drunk and I was feeling it too. It made me reckless as I unslung his monster cock that plowed pussy. I gave it several quick strokes when everything crashed together and I shot a load all over the steering wheel. I let out a moan. I came too fast, but who fucking cared. I had his body now and I jerk off as much as I wanted. Who fucking cared if I forgot to pick up that faggy brat? I'm practically a god with my looks and muscles. Women would trip over themselves to suck me off. I was a goddamn alpha.

I wiped off the cum on the steering wheel, and some old part of me must've broken through, since I brought my hand up to my lips and licked clean the spilled seed. Mmm, I moaned. The salty sweet pearls melted in my mouth. I never knew cum tasted so good. Forget women, I thought, before my stepdad's homophobic thoughts resurfaced.

Whatever happened to me, the result was clear: it was a struggle of control between me and my stepdad. Who would prevail? And would my stepdad's body become a pussy-fucking stud or a cum-swallowing slut?

[drew-christopher]

Request: College Swap

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Request: College Swap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A little arrogant, yes, but who cares?

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

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

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

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

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

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[drew-christopher]

Congrats on 1,000! I was hoping you could give me a haircut! I always wondered what if look like with a pompadour or soemthing like that

“Welcome to the normal barbershop ! Thank you for choosing our service !” You are welcomed as soon as you set foot inside the building. “You will be accompanied by Rilaj Mam, an associate of Dr. Davod, who is known for having studied all sorts of arts of the hair. - Please call me Rilaj, using mam makes me feel old !” A voice is being heard from further inside the shop. - Sorry, but it’s in your namecard !”

As those two bicker, you approach the place where this mysterious man is, and find a quite small man, dark-skinned, folded eyes, and silky black hair arranged in a man bun – although the rest of the head is flawlessly shaved down to the skin. He wears colorful clothes, including a big bandana, and presumably the large hat and the pair of sunglasses that have been put down on the counter, all hiding what your trained eyes recognize as a ripped body.

But when you come just a little but closer, that short guy, presumably Rilajn suddenly turns to you – almost looking up to you – and smiles, full of kindness, though there is a tinge of malice behind his pitch black eyes.

“No matter ! I now have work to attend to !” He finishes the bickering, before addressing you. “I was waiting for you ! Please take place on this seat !”

You oblige, finding the seat to be extremely comfortable, much more than most barbershops you’ve ever been to. Almost too comfortable, considering this shop is temporary, after all… However, you’re here to relax and change hairstyles. Your hair has grown quite a lot since last time, and it’s about time you arrange it up. And trying a new style is just the cherry on top.

“So…” Rilaj, the barber, starts, coming with a bottle full of a weird black substance. “I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that… your hair is way too short to make a good enough pompadour. You should have come in like… two months or three to have enough length to do what you wanted.”

You look at him disappointed. As if to prove it, he takes a strand of hair from the very front of your mop and drops it down your face, only reaching the base of your nose. And this shop is going to be closed by the time you grow enough hair, so although you can always come to another later, shelling out money for what is simply a bit of a silly tryout feels pointless.

“However, the good news is that I have a way to make a great pompadour thanks to my very special technique. So… are you interested ?” The barber offers with a malicious voice.

Still taken by your disappointment, you don’t think much and, foolishly, you agree immediately. You see his smile grow, as you are regretting having agreed so quickly while not considering what this technique is.

“Great ! Well, we shall start with a bit of trimming, no ? ‘Cause your hair might not be long enough, but it still needs shaping for this new cut !”

He draws out clippers and installs on it quite a big guard. Then, he turns it on, and starts mowing at your hair, tufts of it dropping from the sides of your head. His cutting style is quite peculiar, though, using the clippers only bit by bit, tuft by tuft, as if he was cutting with scissors. However, when he has finished one side of your head, continuing by working on the back, letting yet more strands of hair fall, you notice that the result is very regular, with each hair the exact same short size.

Somehow, that unorthodox technique works, and you are left with a great and very soft carpet of hair – which you were able to feel once he put down the clippers. Then, he draws out some scissors, of which one side is shaped in a sort of comb-like structure. He explains to you how it will make your hair less dense, which will make it easier to style, and better able to receive the special technique.

As he chops down some hairs on top, making the remainder of the mop lighter, you notice how silent he is throughout the whole ordeal. Although he seems like quite a jovial guy, even quite chatty at times, he doesn’t seem to be like other barbers, pulling you into discussions about what you did recently, or other mundanities. But looking at his pitch black eyes, matching his pitch black hair, you feel a weird sense of… tiredness ? coming from him. You can’t quite describe it, but as is always said : the eyes are the door to the soul. And behind the eyes you feel a truly ancient soul.

“That’s about it ! Now we’re coming to the good stuff !” Rilaj suddenly pulls you out of your thoughts. “Let me just show you…”

He takes the bottle of black stuff in his hands, and presents it to you through the mirror, before uncapping it.

“This is what I call nuuch’ay ! Don’t try searching it, you won’t see anything about it on the web. It’s an old tradition from my people, forgotten today, but that is very potent.”

He starts dropping it on your hair. It has a very slimy texture, and drops slowly. Looking at its pitch black but slightly shiny form, it almost looks like rubber… Once the bottle is fully emptied out, he puts it away on the counter. You look at it and notice a label, on which there is something written. You can’t understand it, the letters spell words you haven’t seen anywhere, but you do note that the handwriting is very neat and elaborate. It’s the kind of style that would belong in a historical document.

“Now, let me just rub it all in, and then I’ll be able to… pull your hair out of your head, let’s put it like that.”

You are quite disturbed by this. As he is spreading the black goo, you’re wondering about what kinds of irreversible damage it would make to your hair… if it’s pulling out your hair, won’t it damage the follicles ? Destroy your hair, and making go bald when the hair inevitably drop ? But as you’re considering whether to flee as a matter of precaution, you find that you’re actually unable to move. You look at his eyes… still a deep, deep black hole…

You are now trapped.

Concentrated, Rilaj starts, as promised, pulling on your hair. He does it first in the front, and just as he starts pulling, you feel weird… as if he is pulling on other parts of your body. You look at yourself, and aren’t really able to notice anything that has change… but as he suddenly pulls a second time, you feel a bit weird in your belly.

He pulls once again. You feel… tighter, as if the flab that you had been accumulating over the years was being… pulled back. Another pull. This time, you feel weird in your jaw, a weird sense of tingling all over your face… and on point, you notice that, as he pulls another time, there is no more facial hair. If you could draw your hand to your face, you’re sure you would feel it to be all smooth.

He continues pulling, the pain and the tightness being felt on all parts of your body. You look up at your hair, and notice black strands, reaching far higher than they ever have… and they are stood perfectly. It’s a feeling that you’ve never had, and as he pulls yet another time, tightening your body yet again, you feel kind of… hot ? Like, you’re wearing a haircut quite elaborate, your face is devoid of beard… you feel beautiful, and, dare you think, cute !

He continues pulling out your hair, continuing to tighten everything in your body, as he starts combing your new longer hair. The comb goes higher, and higher, your body feels tighter and tighter, until he goes back to the rest of the hair, revealing a big, tall, but not obnoxious pompadour.

The definition of beauty and hotness.

And as he finishes combing the rest, the barber looks at you, smiling from a well done job, just like you are from a wonderful haircut. You are enamored by the pomp, so much that you fail to realize how big your clothes now are on you. You want to feel it, you want to touch it… but before you can make your hand reach, not even registering how you’re suddenly able to move, Rilaj blocks your arm.

“No, you can’t touch it just yet. It needs to dry up a little bit more before you can, else you will mess everything up.”

Dry ? You do as said, but that use of words does throw you for a loop. And your barber notice, since he then adds a few precisions.

“See, the nuuch’ay is derived from rubber, and we need to let it dry a bit before it can keep its shape. I have variants that dry a lot faster, but for hair, only this one gives out good results.”

Of course ! It’s rubber ! You knew it ! Especially now that you look again at your pitch black and slightly shiny pompadour, the same color as the short guy’s man bun. He goes to fiddle with his tools, putting away the comb, scissors and clippers, and drawing out another bottle full of that black thing… “nootcheye”, was it ? Whatever, that rubber thing he put on your head.

Feeling he was finishing up, you feel like it’s appropriate for you to stand back up… but just when you are in a vertical position, you feel something dropping. You look below, your pants and your underwear are on the ground, your shirt being the only thing still hanging on, although it is by now only hovering around your body.

You cry in shock, drawing the attention of the barber, who smiles, almost mocking you – though you don’t feel anything truly mean about it.

“Oops ! I guess I didn’t consider that law from that one smart French guy – what was his name… Lavoisier ? yeah, Lavoisier’s law of conservation of matter.” He half-mocks, sticking out his tongue.

You glare at him, growing angry.

“Okay, okay, don’t need to be this upset ! I was going to explain how the nuuch’ay works before you left anyway !” He throws his hands up in surrender. “Basically, it’s just stretching your body so that the hair is higher, so it had to take mass from somewhere else – that somewhere being your fat, mostly. « The nuuch’ay is currently keeping your body stretched, meaning that you will stay like that for quite a while. However, once it completely dries up, it will crack and then your body will go back to normal, whence why I couldn’t use the instantly drying up nuuch’ay.”

He starts helping you out of your shirt, revealing a lithe body, one that you hadn’t seen since early puberty. Although you can see muscles, they lack any definition, and are only revealed by the low amount of body fat you now have. By all definitions, you can now call yourself a definite twink. No matter how much of one you already were, by now there is no mistake, with how hairless and skinny you are.

“It should last about a month or two, I didn’t check when I made this bottle, but if you want to end it early, you have to warm your hair up with, for example, a perming machine.” He continues to explain, as he starts uncapping his other bottle of ‘nootcheye’. “But until then, your hair will stay exactly like this, no matter how much you squeeze it, wash it, or mess it up !”

As if to prove his point, he squeezes down your pompadour, and as he removes his hand it bounces back into place, as if nothing had happened. Bewildered, you let your hand reach your hair, messing it up in more and more extreme ways, but like rubber, it always gets back to its place. It just feels… surreal.

“By the way, we don’t have any spare clothes for you – all the spare are made for bigger people – so I will use this bottle to create clothes. Don’t worry, I have great taste.”

He pours the bottle of nuuch’ay he had in his hands, and it spreads over all your body, from your neck down to your feet, creating a big, black, shiny jumpsuit. But as it settles, red accents and multiple crevasses appear, until it has formed into a kind of black leathery tunic, one that you would more readily see in fetish publications than in the street.

But you love it.

And under the smile of Rilaj Mam who artfully wanders out of the field of view, you take a photo to commemorate that new hairstyle, that new shiny black pompadour.

But before you go out of the barbershop, after having collected your bag and your unfortunately big clothes, Rilaj stops you.

“Sorry to bother you, but could you grant me a favor ?” He draws out a short red cigarette. “I found that thing when I went to Tokyo a few weeks ago, and I think your uncle might be interested in it.”

You look at him shocked when he suddenly mentions your uncle – especially knowing the unfortunate fate he suffered.

“Now, don’t make this face. I knew who you were ever since I saw your name booking this haircut, that’s the reason I chose to cut your hair. That guy at the welcome desk can attest that I’m very selective with my clients.” You hear a frustrated ‘yes’ from far away. “But if you have any questions, ask them to him, I won’t say anything he doesn’t want me to. After all, he is the only one who has the right to answer them...”

Hearing his tone, it feels as if he wanted you to ask questions to your uncle… Does he feel smart for trying to so blatantly manipulate you ? Or does he realize that you can’t ask questions to your uncle and expect a coherent answer anymore ?

“And, seriously, don’t use that cigarette. You saw how potent the nuuch’ay is, and this is more insidious. On that, send my regards to your uncle. Xtiqaatz’at chik na qii’.”

Without waiting for you to react, he leaves out the door, leaving more questions than answers.

[drew-christopher]

I can't wait to test the limits of your body, I thought. You see, after several decades surfing body to body of young men, I found vanilla sex boring. Right now, I'm in my "corrupting the cutie" phase.

This specimen with his tight abs and hairy pits was a Sunday school volunteer, teaching the young in the ways of God. What captured my attention was his tighty whiteys. He was dressed proper and modest, and his underwear was the punctuation on his innocence. It spoke of being a jock virgin. A rare breed of a college athlete. Probably saving himself for a long-term romance.

Until I came along. I followed the young man to the gym in the church basement and watched as he worked his chest and arms. While he was distracted I overpowered him and forced my essence into his mouth. The smart mf'er instinctively shut his mouth and so I found other openings to enter. He gasped with surprised when I teased open his hole and with that opening, I entered his mouth. I came in both ends and he started convulsing on the workout bench. As my control spread from nerve ending to nerve ending, I felt the coolness of the basement and saw the fluorescent lights overhead. I waited a moment, feeling his—or my—new heart beating in this smooth, pale chest. I felt the fullness of his bladder, full of pre-workout mix and protein shakes.

I stood shakily and allowed myself to feel his toned abs and his biceps. While I was alone in the gym, I pulled off my shirt and pants and exposed the tighty whiteys that allured me with its immaturity. But I felt it was too clean, too white. I took a deep breath and let out a sensual moan as I released my bladder and felt the flowing warm stream running down my leg, soaking my underwear. The white fabric turned a light yellow and through the cotton, I saw the outline of my cock head and shaft. Poor jock even shaved his pubes. His hygiene was impeccable.

I felt my cock stiffening as my urine puddled around my bare feet. Thoughts of sucking my toes to clean off the piss shot through my mind and I smiled. This squeaky clean gym bro will be put through a bucket list of depravity, and by the end of it—after many years or decades—when I had my fun, I'll leave him and let him have the memories of all the gross fun we had together.

At the end of it, the people I possess yearn for the bliss of trash. I unlock something in their prim and proper minds and they relish being used, fucked, and thrown away.

I can't wait to get this guy on his hands and knees while a daddy tongues his ass before plowing him, and letting the slut lick clean his cock.

[drew-christopher]

The Switch

Coach Thomas let out a loud sigh, slamming his laptop shut. He glanced down at his phone, frowning when he saw the time. Where had his evening gone? He'd been so focused on planning next week's practice drills that he'd barely noticed as the hours slipped by. He rose from his office desk, slipping his laptop into his satchel bag before slinging it over his shoulder.

Campus was virtually deserted at this time of day, with classes having ended hours ago. He walked through the empty halls towards the school's gym facilities, his destination being the men's locker room. He was currently dressed in black gym shorts and a navy blue workout shirt, but had a change of clothes stashed in his locker; he didn't like being sweaty on his lengthy commute back home.

As Coach Thomas entered the changeroom, he nearly bumped into Chase, one of his students. The young man's hair was wet, indicating he'd just been in the showers. He was dressed in blue jeans and a form fitting t-shirt, his backpack hanging around his shoulders.

"Oh, hey Coach," Chase smiled warmly, quickly sidestepping to get out of Coach Thomas' path.

"Chase," Thomas nodded in acknowledgment, "You're here late."

"Yeah, I decided to hit the gym. Trying to put on some muscle," Chase laughed sheepishly, glancing away from Thomas.

Chase was technically on the college team, but he was a glorified benchwarmer who rarely saw any field time. The young man had a toned but slender frame which made him ill fit as a football player. Thomas had only put him on the roster because he felt sorry for Chase and he didn't have enough players with actual talent to fill the team. And although Coach Thomas tried not to admit it - even to himself - he found himself inexplicably attracted to the younger man. Keeping him around in the locker room wasn't a purely selfless endeavor.

"Anyways, I got to get going. Have a good weekend, Coach." Chase gave Thomas another smile before heading out of the locker room, the door swinging shut behind him and leaving Thomas alone with his thoughts.

Thomas made his way over to his locker and began to absentmindedly rifle through it, his thoughts still thinking of Chase. In his many years as coach at the college, he had never made an improper advance towards a student. He knew he couldn't act on any of his urges towards Chase, but that didn't stop Thomas from fantasizing about the younger man.

Coach Thomas was snapped put of his daydream when he noticed a pair of yellow underwear sitting on one of the locker room benches. Thomas found himself drawn towards the bright neon briefs. He could see that they were damp with sweat, indicating they'd been freshly worn; Chase must have forgotten to pack them into his bag after his workout. Thomas picked the briefs up; they were damp to the touch, drenched in perspiration. Thomas brought the briefs up to his face and took a long, deep sniff. The underwear smelled of Chase's body spray mixed with body odor. With his free hand, Thomas reached down and stroked his hardening member through his shorts.

On a rational level, Thomas knew his behavior was unacceptable. He was violating Chase with his actions, but he was so horny it was difficult to think straight. He was holding the used underwear of his unrequited crush, and felt an overwhelming urge to try them on. Just the thought of his cock wearing Chase's briefs made his erection leak precum. Thomas rationalized that there was no harm in quickly trying the briefs on; maybe giving in to his urges would alleviate some of his feelings towards Chase. He slid his shirt and shorts off, quickly followed by his own boxers, leaving the middle aged man naked. With his hands trembling in excitement, Thomas pulled Chase's briefs up his legs and over his rock hard dick.

Thomas admired his reflection in the locker room mirror, flexing his muscles. For a man nearing 50, he was still pretty damn sexy. His hairline had started to recede and it felt like there was more gray in his beard every day, but he was still handsome. His body had softened over the years and he now had a paunch where his abs had once been. His hard earned muscles were still there, though, with broad shoulders and thick, beefy pecs. The yellow briefs clung tightly to his massive member, leaving little to the imagination.

Thomas stroked himself through the briefs, panting heavily. He imagined Chase on his knees before him, with Thomas' hard cock between Chase's lips. It would be so hot to spray his cum all over Chase's cute, angelic face.

Thomas continued to feel himself, his body electric. His eyes were closed, still daydreaming about Chase, so he was unaware as his body started to shift. The dark brown hairs along his forearms lightened to blonde, slowly retracting back into his skin. If he'd been paying attention, he would have noticed that his forearms and biceps weren't as defined as they'd been moments before, his frame shedding muscle. His shoulders slimmed down as well, his body changing from broad and bulky to a more slender frame.

His beefy pecs deflated, leaving Thomas flat chested. Next, his muscle gut dissolved, sinking in to reveal a tight smooth stomach. The dark hairs covering his chest and stomach lightened, growing sparse. His stomach continued to tighten, leaving him with the faint definition of abs. Thomas' thick waist narrowed, followed by his thighs and quads slimming down. Thomas' round, muscled ass firmed up, losing some of its roundness. His short dark hair grew lighter and longer, curling into a messy hairstyle while his beard vanished. Thomas' square jaw rounded, his mature handsome face softening to a man in his early twenties.

Thomas let out a guttural grunt, his deep voice now softer and higher pitched. His entire body spasmed as his cock erupted, spurting a thick stream of cum into the briefs he was wearing. As he came, Thomas' massive member began to shrink, growing thinner and shorter with every spurt. His ballsack contracted, his testicles shriveling down in size. He was hit with a wave of dizziness as his memories altered, Coach Thomas' experiences and thoughts being overwritten by Chase's.

Chase opened his eyes, looking around the locker room in a daze. He couldn't remember where he was or how he'd gotten there, as if he'd just awoken from a dream. Chase glanced down at himself, blushing when he realized the briefs he was wearing were drenched in cum. Did he seriously just get off in the locker room?

Chase hurried to his locker, anxious to get dressed. He was distraught to find his locker was completely empty with no clothes anywhere in sight. Looking around the room, he noticed that Coach Thomas' locker was wide open. Without a better idea, Chase searched Thomas' locker for something he could wear. His Coach was a lot bigger than him, but Chase found a pair of black shorts and a navy blue compression shirt that somewhat fit him, even though they were baggy on his lean body.

Chase promised himself he'd return the clothes first thing in the morning after he'd had a chance to get some of his own clothes. Not wanting to spend any more time in the locker room for fear of Coach Thomas walking in and finding Chase wearing his clothes, Chase promptly fled from the locker room to make his way back home.