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Himbo Dreams

Nick was trying to get some sleep. He had been lying on his bed, clad only in briefs, focusing on the spinning ceiling fan as if trying to lull himself into deep slumber. Nick thought he would finally join a club, go to parties, maybe even fool around with some boys. But college was just lecture after lecture, his overactive imagination already stressing about tomorrow's seminar. Goddamn. He needed to calm his mind, trying to focus on something else - that is, hot jocks.

Tall, beefy, muscular men had popped up in his brain like fleeting mirages. Somehow, Nick had ended up in a college that was a giant in every sport imaginable. From sun-kissed boys in the swimming club, to the brawny brutes of the football club. Of course, he could only watch, not do. Next to the pinnacles of fitness, Nick was just a regular unassuming guy. In a campus full of jocks he was short at 5'5", and though he worked out on occasion, his body didn't show anything impressive. The only interactions he got were accidental shoves from people walking past.

Still, an occasional glance at the hunks in his class or at the soccer team out the window helped get him through the day. He noted how each of the sport teams had their own sexy characteristics:

Down by the pool, the swimmers were lean and tanned to perfection, dripping water highlighted the grooves of their abs, carving straight to their cum gutters; brought out perfectly by tight speedos that left little to the imagination, showing off juicy curves and asses.

Full of testosterone and ego, the quarterbacks were huge. Larger than life in body and demeanor, always rowdy and loud in the field. Drawing attention with their boulder shoulders, accentuated by their shoulder pads; and tight pants that showed their meaty behinds. Unlike the smooth shaven boys in the water, the footballers were hairy and musky, pits and pubes full of sweat that could drive you crazy.

The soccer team were the complete definition of hunks, they loved to strip down on the field, showing their carved torsos in glory; the basketball players were tall and packing heat, black shorts only highlighted their lengthy members, and their stamina on the court wasn't just for show according to some rumors.

Nick could go on and on about every fantasy in his mind, hoping one of the jocks would magically ask him out, allowing him to feel up their bodies. Or even better, if he could be them. To be that muscular and commanding jock, sauntering into a room bulge first, popping his pecs in class, having a flex off with his like-minded bros. Although it was just a pipedream, it permeated his mind over and over, usually ending with him grumbling to himself and sighing deeply.

Out of all the stereotypical jocks, there was one he loved the most, the perfect combination appearing in every sport, and the final hot image in his brain - a frat bro.

Dumb, muscular, horny, hung, himbos, every descriptor activated the right neuron in his brain. These words were on constant repeat in Nick's mind, remembering them as he drifted into horny dreams, carrying those words with a wish. But tonight, someone heard it. And soon enough, static and fuzz crept into Nick's brain, compelling him into deep sleep.

Something whispered from the dark. Granted.

A small hum of energy blew in the air, as the bed began to creak, not from Nick's tossing and turning but from an increase of weight. With a sudden pop, his legs started to rapidly stretch, causing them to hang off the bed. His torso and limbs followed along, elongating in a deep stretch and pop that elicited a groan from the sleeping Nick.

Tall. Basketball player height.

5'5" became 6" that further lengthened into 6'4", leaving him as tall as most of the basketball team. Damn, he might have to duck under some doorways every now and then. The stretch continued, perfectly proportioning his limbs, as his neck and arms grew to fit. Meanwhile, a surge of energy focused on turning his average feet and hands into gargantuan monsters. His size 7 feet became meaty size 16s, toes becoming wider; they would make an audible stomp everywhere he went now, along with an unmistakable sweaty imprint. He remembered his bros complaining about the loud stomping in the frat house. Heh. He couldn't help it, they were just marks of a man. His fingers followed, popping longer and thicker to become meaty digits. They were better suited for gripping dumbbells and protein shakes, rather than any pens or keyboards for class. Not like he used them often. English and Arts? Nah, he was only there for sports, Athletic Science or some shit, with grades at the bare minimum.

Hunk. Toned Soccer Player. Nick's body began to lean out, the frustrating belly fat that had stayed through countless 15 minute core workouts dissolved into rock hard abs. Each individual ab popped into a perfect six-pack, carving and embedding themselves into his core. His waist cinched tight as his cum gutters became visible, allowing any drops of sweat to slide and accentuate his toned and tiny waist.

But it didn't stop there. Muscular. Football team large. A warmth spread up from his feet, which made his calves swell into massive diamond shapes. His thighs piled on muscle after muscle, causing his legs to spread apart, threatening to spill off the bed. A mixture of pain and pleasure washed over Nick. Memories of brutal leg presses and squats injected themselves straight into the fibers of his massive columns. After all, bros never skipped leg day, that was how they got their signature lumbering walk. His once average ass - not wanting to lose the fight - fattened into massive globes that lifted him higher into the air, soaking his sheets with sweat. Nick’s upgraded bubble butt was huge and round, each cheek constantly bouncy and jiggly, especially when riding his frat bros. In response, Nick started gyrating on the bed as new memories flowed into him -nights of being fucked and used - the sensation sending tingles down his spine, as his hole tightened to be used for maximum pleasure. Nick's audible groans became louder as the energy surged through his chest, ballooning into mounds of firm pecs that would show through any shirt he tried on. They swelled out into hefty milkers, his nipples stretching just a little wider, big enough for his bros to play with. His shoulders followed, doubling in width as they grew along with his broad back, connecting with his traps. Giving him that strong structured look. Biceps and triceps exploded with muscle, defined by a juicy vein that ran up from his steel forearms. When flexed, they would tear sleeves to their breaking point, but it didn't matter, his wardrobe was stock full with singlets and tank tops, just like any other bro.

Smooth and hairy in all the right places.

A tingle swept over his entire body, as his old pitiful wisps of leg hair fell out and disappeared into the ether, giving him smooth and soft skin. Instead, all the hair went into his pits and pubes, fluffing them up into musk-filled bushes, hairy and dark. They would peek out in his singlets and jockstraps, enticing everyone to sniff or lick. His hair grew to a messy mop that would be paired with beanies and baseball caps. Dumb and Handsome. With a crack, Nick's face began to rearrange to model status, making him attractive while permanently affixing him with a dopey grin. His nose thickened to breathe in more musk from bushy armpits, sometimes even his own. His lips fattened; sloppy and wet for passionate kisses or blowjobs for his bros. Panting like a dog, his tongue lolled out, wide and long, a pleasure tool on its own. Eyes became clear, removing any need for glasses but also becoming vacant, an open window to the constant horniness and empty thoughts in his head. And the final pop of his enlarged Adam's apple gave him that stereotypical bro cadence. His deep and dull voice had two purposes, dumb moans in the bed and rough grunts in the gym. Hung like a horse. Heavy bull nuts. Groans and pants filled the air with heavy breaths as the warmth spread to his most sensitive area. His cock and balls. Nick's average 5 incher rose to a sizable 9 inches, barely fitting into his white briefs, its uncut head leaking pre everywhere, almost turning the fabric translucent. Still, it kept growing. 10 inches... 11 inches... Harder, thicker, longer, into a fat meaty pole that shot out of his briefs with a satisfying pop, landing with a wet smack on his abs. Now uncontained, his 12 inch monster cock was a weapon of its own, when not being bred, Nick ravaged the bedroom with his footlong size. Thick veins ran up his erect dick, overflowing with cum from his pumped up nuts. His balls had swelled along with his hefty member, dropping from regular to swinging, heavy, animal nuts. Finding underwear would be impossible for the new himbo, remembering his package bursting through buttons and briefs in the past. Luckily, jockstraps could barely contain the beast, and the tight fabric behind settled perfectly in between his cheeks, pulled taut to tease his hole throughout the day. His balls were now cum factories, capable of going endlessly in a night, churning to the brim with frat bro seed. With one final swell and thrust, Nick erupted in a loud grunt, tensing his entire body as his cock quivered with pressure, balls tightening for release. A force in the air blew, and with the gentle gust of wind caressing his cock, he exploded with mind-breaking pleasure. Spurts of cum flew out, almost reaching the ceiling, as Nick bucked his hips in mindless pleasure. Each load caused deep and heavy moans to reverberate on his bedroom walls, his thick and smelly cum landing on every surface. He continued his musky assault on his surroundings, bucking his cock in the air like fucking an invisible hole. After painting the room white in cum, and staining the air with sweat, Nick let out a rich sigh, his sleeping face dumb and exhausted. His wet dreams were fulfilled. In a sudden, it whispered. Wake up.

Nick groaned, his body was on fire. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed himself so hard at yesterday's full body workout, but he knew the pump was well worth it. He stared blankly at the empty ceiling, strange, he could have sworn he had a fan up there. Maybe that's why he was so goddamn sweaty. Nick pulled himself out of bed, making a goofy grin at his still hard cock, twitching and ready for countless rounds. His sheets were always stained with a mixture of sweat and cum, making the room reek with musk. Last night must have been super wild, he'd always get extra wet dreams if he didn't jerk off before bed, but fuck there was even cum on the floor today, though he was unable to remember what the dream was. It didn't matter though, all it took was a second for his doubt to fade away. He'd clean up the mess later, or ask a bro to do it. Heavy footsteps paved their way to the shower, an audible signal of the dumb himbo. His horsecock dripped precum all over the floor, making a light slapping sound against his thunderous thighs. After a quick rinse to get rid of the excess sweat and cum, Nick stared hungrily at his own reflection. His towel draped at just the right angle to reveal his shredded torso and give a peek of his gorgeous v-line.

Fuck, he was hot. His model face and beefy body greeted him in the morning, along with his throbbing monster cock. Nghhh. He groaned, bull balls slapping against the white sink, he almost fucked the countertop in desperation. However, it stopped him, giving three basic words that completed his transformation. Lift. Eat. Fuck. Freshly imprinted into his brain, Nick let out a long guttural moan as the command settled into his every cell. "Huhuhu." A dumb laugh followed, and like a robot, Nick was steered by the hypnotizing call. Fuck it, he would go commando today, He threw on a white tank top and black sweatpants, ones that hugged his body tight for everyone's viewing pleasure; making sure to add a gray beanie and a chain necklace that screamed douchey bro to the world. Taking a quick snap in the elevator, the new Nick cemented himself as a forever dumb, muscular himbo. With another wish granted, it murmured. Good Himbo.

*you've made it to the end! finally wrote a tf story after lurking for so long, gotta start with one of my favorite tropes, the himboooo. but wait! who was that mysterious force? maybe we'll find out one day ^^, or you could find out if you magically wake up as a himbo ;)*

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White Shirt, Blue Jeans

I'm telling you man, all you need is a white tee and some blue denim and you've got that hot classic look ready to go. Alright, alright, maybe you need to have the perfect bod to really sell the package, but don't worry, the store told me it all comes with the purchase. Just watch. They even recommended me to buy a larger size since you can fill them out as much as you want. All you gotta do is flex a little. Like this! O-oh... fuck... that was quick. L-look dude my arm's blowing up... giant meaty cannons, stretching these sleeves to their limit. Yeah, shoulders and forearms are getting nice and big too. I might have to look into their sleeveless options now, heh? They said the shirts leave loads of room in the front so you have to ugh... remember to fill... them.... out...! F-fuck sorry bro, didn't mean to give you a face full of my pecs, goddamn they're like tits now, look at them jiggle. See, with the white color you really get that sexiness. Skin tight, translucent fabric - unh - brushing against my nipples. Can't forget about the jeans either, giving me a nice big bubble butt. Thighs rubbing up against each other, calves squashed tight, there's barely any room left bro. Shit, I can hardly stand, huhu. A-Ah...? Down there too? Ooo, I can feel my cock throbbing, balls getting s-so heavy... Aw fuck... I think I burst the zipper on these pants, huhu, guess they couldn't handle the beast. Fuck, why do I feel so horny...? Bro, bro you gotta help me, this feels too good. I-I should have read the warning tags. W-wait, where did you get that cap? You weren't supposed to - ugh -find that. Bro, hold on, wait wait, the store said the caps make you more- Ooooooooogh. Nooooooooo... Stoppppphh...

huhuhuhu... look at my tits bro.

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Playing with the ia 🤤

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Just playing with the ai 🧐🫴

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His Name on the Back

🇬🇧 ("Il suo nome sul retro" Versione Inglese)

I listened to Filippo with skepticism, absentmindedly fidgeting with the little slip of paper he had just handed me. The ridiculous story that big guy had just stammered out had all the markings of an elaborate joke, and yet… something in his voice, in his uneasy gaze, slipped beneath my skin and struck exactly where it hurt the most.

For a top like me, being short and slight feels like an invisible sentence. I’ve always felt my body was a quiet barrier between me and the love I longed for. Filippo, on the other hand, had the kind of presence that couldn't go unnoticed: tall, broad, that blessed bulk of a body seemed to effortlessly draw attention. But even he carried his own frustration: a bottom in search of someone bigger, someone who could wrap around him, shelter him, make him feel safe. So despite all the eyes on him, few ever matched his physical and emotional ideal.

That day he had called me, his voice strangely hesitant, asking if we could talk. I went over to his place and, as always, slipped off my shoes at the door—he was particular about that. He greeted me with a nervous smile, then told me about a witch—a woman he had confessed his frustrations to. She had given him a slip of paper and told him, “Write your name. Whoever signs the other side will exchange their build with yours."

Now that slip was in my hands. Filippo offered me a pen, looking like a schoolboy about to be quizzed. His eyes shook more than his fingers. I took the pen with a half-smile, ready to sign just to bring this little performance to an end. We sat side by side on the steps, facing a large mirror. I signed, clicked the pen shut, and shook his hand—half in solidarity, half in farewell, already preparing to walk away from this strange little game.

I tried to pull my hand back, but he held on, his gaze locked on our reflection. He was smiling.

I turned to look too, ready to laugh, ready to say the joke had gone far enough. But then I didn’t say anything. Instinct took over.

I hugged him—a spontaneous, necessary gesture. A way to comfort that soul so different from mine on the surface, and yet marked by the same loneliness.

In that embrace, something cracked open and came together again. Our sudden, powerful connection felt as unreal as the miracle unfolding before my eyes.

Filippo was changing. Shrinking. His face remained his own, but the body—his body—was now just like mine. I turned to the mirror and barely recognized myself: I was tall, broad, imposing. I felt strength in my arms, the sheer volume of space I now occupied in the world. Shock gave way to euphoria, then to a deep, wordless gratitude.

I didn’t even think. My lips found his in a gesture that felt instinctive, natural—inevitable.

The heat of our first kiss—sudden, intense—rushed through every cell of my new body.

He was like air—so light, yet so essential to life.

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Failed Wishes

Part II

(Click Here for Part I)

The night had been a grueling marathon of drudgery and degradation at the bar, each hour stretching out before Eddie like a cruel joke. After cleaning up the last of the spilled drinks and enduring Margaret's final cutting remark of the evening, he stumbled out into the cool night air, feeling every bit as used and discarded as the trash bags he hefted into the dumpster.

In that moment of sheer exhaustion, with the stench of the alley clinging to him, Eddie's thoughts turned to his guitar, collecting dust in a corner of his room, and the dreams he used to have—dreams of stages, spotlights, and adoration. But those dreams seemed as distant as the stars above the city's haze.

Leaning against the cold brick wall, he let out a sigh and gazed up at the night sky. A desperate wish escaped his lips, "I wish I had a different life . . . I wish I was someone else —someone successful, no bills, just luxury."

The sharp laughter of bar-goers in the distance cut through his reverie, a stark reminder of the world that didn't see him, that didn't care. The wish lingered in the air like the smoke from a snuffed-out cigarette, as Eddie made his way home.

The next morning, Eddie awoke with a start, feeling an unfamiliar weight and tension in his body. As his vision cleared, he noticed the expensive, silky sheets he lay in and the minimalist luxury of the room around him. It wasn't his dingy apartment; this was something else entirely.

Standing in front of the expansive mirror that covered the wall of his opulent bedroom, Eddie meticulously examined the reflection before him. The wealth he had longed for was evident in his surroundings, but it had come packaged in a way he hadn't anticipated—an Asian body, the face of a man called Kenzo.

Thoughts flowed with a clarity and speed Eddie wasn't accustomed to. He attributed this mental sharpness to his new body and perhaps the absence of drugs and alcohol that had clouded his thinking in his previous life.

He touched his face, tracing the unfamiliar features—a sharper jawline, a sturdy brow, eyes that were an almond shape. His skin had a tanned hue with fine lines and subtle variations in texture that showed his mature, 40-something years old age. There was a moment of disconnection, a flicker of denial, but the truth was right in front of him in the form of a muscular Asian man.

He ran his hands over his chest, feeling the firmness and definition of solid and well-defined pecs, a stark contrast to his previously slender frame. He noticed sparse black hairs on his chest and arms, a light dusting that was different from his previous shaggy body.

He flexed experimentally, watching with a mix of fascination and disbelief as the muscles moved under the smooth skin. Lifting his arms, he noticed his dark black pits, but it was neatly trimmed, showing a level of personal grooming that Eddie had never bothered with. There was a musk, different from his own. It was lighter, almost sweet, a natural musk that didn’t carry the sour scent he was familiar with.

He turned his arms to see the interplay of muscle and sinew. The biceps were noticeably larger than what he was used to, and the forearms were veined and thick. His legs, too, were different—thicker and more muscular, shaped by what he assumed were countless hours of training and exercise. He noted the absence of the tattoos that once lined his arms and legs, a part of his identity that was now conspicuously missing.

This was what he wanted—strength, success, a body that didn't exude weakness. “Kore wa... so different. Muscles, tsuyoi ... skin, chigau. Look at kono hair, trimmed, neat. Nioi ... it's oishi.” Hearing his own voice was a startling experience. The deep, resonant tone carried a weight and authority that Eddie had never associated with himself. But it wasn't just the sound that surprised him; it was the language. Each word he attempted in English stumbled off his tongue, often getting jumbled or replaced with Japanese. "English... muzukashii ... why can't I...?" His voice, now imbued with a strong Japanese accent that matched his body.

Eddie turned to his new wardrobe, his hand grazing over the fine fabrics of suits and shirts that Kenzo no doubt wore with effortless sophistication. But today, he reached for something more casual—a sleek jacket and a crisp t-shirt, something closer to his former, more youthful style.

As he dressed, the clothes fit perfectly, hugging his new muscular frame in a way that should have made him feel empowered, stylish. In the mirror, he was mesmerized by the reflection of a man who could command a boardroom, or turn heads while walking down the street. Despite the outward appearance, a part of him still felt like a scrappy, edgy musician. Looking in the mirror one last time, he tried to find a hint of his old self, but he found only Kenzo's distinguished face looking back at him.

He ventured out onto the bustling streets, feeling the unfamiliar weight of age and muscle. People's glances felt different here; where Eddie was used to being overlooked, now he caught the attention of everyone around him as an older, stylish Asian man. He also noticed that men, some discreet and others more overt, were giving him flirtatious looks. At first, he brushed it off, attributing it to a difference in cultural interactions or a misunderstanding on his part. He found himself unexpectedly responding to the attention. He caught his gaze lingering on handsome men, feeling a pull of attraction that was both confusing and new. Was he gay in this new body?

To explore his new body, Eddie headed to the gym. Amidst the clatter of weights and the rhythm of treadmills, a tall man caught Eddie's attention. He was the epitome of fitness, with a confident aura that seemed to fill the space around him. This man, with a friendly smile, approached Eddie, striking up a conversation with a casual ease. Eddie, almost instinctively, flexed his new muscles showing off his new body.

“Wow, man, that's some serious arm you got there! You're definitely doing something right,”the brown-haired bodybuilder commented.

“You think so? It is hard work. You also, very... dedicated, I can see.”

"Thanks, man! I try to keep up the intensity. I noticed you over there. Impressive lifts. What's your name?"

"Kenzo. And you?"

"I'm Jake. So, Kenzo, you've got a real presence, you know?"

Eddie, now somewhat more at ease, allowed a genuine smile to cross his new face, realizing that charm transcended language barriers, "Presence, ah, arigatou. You make me feel... welcome."

“Anytime, Kenzo. It's great to have someone good-looking to talk shop with. You're pretty cool to hang out with.”

Eddie, still acclimating to his new body and the unexpected shifts in his attractions, found himself surprisingly at ease with the man's attention. The connection was undeniable and soon, they agreed to continue their conversation in the locker room.

One thing led to another, and Eddie found in the showers himself getting intimate with the bodybuilder. He can feel the water hitting his muscles and flowing over his broad shoulders and chest. He feels a tingling sensation as he watches his pecs flex under the water. He feels proud of the physique you now possesses. He was surprised how his new body’s height, strength, and girth easily dominated the bodybuilder. "This is... different, ne? Good, but different. I feel strong, more... powerful, maybe," Eddie muttered to himself. His arms, now strong and defined, enveloped Jake comfortably, reinforcing the realization of his own physical strength. He had never topped a man before, but the physical sensations of his new Japanese dick were heightened, more vivid than anything he'd experienced before. It was a whirlwind of emotions and sensations under hot water, vastly different from any of his past experiences.

After his rendez-vous, hunger pangs prompted him to a nearby fast-food joint from his old life. However, he struggled to place his order, “Um … Hello, I... want burger onegaishimasu. No... ah, spicy. Simple, simple burger. Tomato, lettuce, and... cheese, hai.” But now, as he bit into a burger, the taste was off. He complained to the cashier, "Excuse me, sumimasen, this burger... it tastes, ah, chotto funny. Maybe... something is not right? Can check, please?"

The frustrated cashier told the new Eddie, "Look, we cook our burgers the same way every day. No one else has complained. It's the same recipe, same kitchen. Maybe it's just not made from cat meat like you’re use to."

A snicker arose from customer around the older Asian man. “Yeah, Chink. There’s a Panda Express up the street.”

He realized that his taste buds seemed calibrated for different flavors, and this greasy food didn't sit well with him at all.

Standing there, with the half-eaten burger in hand, he caught his reflection in the glass window. He scrutinized the shape of his face, the darker complexion of his skin. Eddie felt a wave of something he couldn't quite place – was it self-loathing? He saw his new life through a lens tainted by the very real racism he now faced firsthand.

Eddie’s attempts to maintain his former lifestyle were equally fraught. He tried to continue playing music, but his old, carpal tunneled fingers, accustomed to the dexterity of a young musician, fumbled on the strings. Concerts that he used to once love only sounded like monotonous noise. The music community, once a source of camaraderie, now seemed distant and unrelatable.

Eddie had always thought that wealth and success would mean a better life, but as he moved through Kenzo's world, he realized the grass wasn't always greener. Months had slipped by since Eddie found himself in Kenzo's body, each day blurring into the next. The vividness of his previous life, the nights at the bar, the music, the feeling of his guitar in his hands, all started to dim in his memory. The hustle of his old life was being replaced by a schedule of board meetings, business deals, and a lifestyle draped in luxury yet lacking in the grit and earnestness that he was used to.

In this new world, Eddie had started to carve out a niche for himself, despite the initial resistance and confusion. He was forming new connections, albeit with business colleagues and acquaintances who respected him for Kenzo's status and wealth.

Sitting alone in the spacious, yet impersonal office that came with Kenzo's life, Eddie often found himself pondering his life. The burning question that haunted his thoughts was whether he could ever return to his own body, to his own life. Did he even want to? This new life was laden with comforts and opportunities he had never dreamed of, but it lacked authenticity and passion.

As he gazed out the window at the sprawling city below, a mix of longing and acceptance battled within him. Was there still a chance to reclaim the life he once knew, or should he make peace with this new identify?

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Fresh Tattoo

Chris's little brother Jake has recently turned 21, and he celebrated by getting a tattoo. Chris has been suspicious of the tattoo artist since it had been so expensive, nearly 2k for a simple shoulder tattoo that wouldn't take more than 2 hours. He tried to talk jake out of it, but he wouldn't budge, saying how reputable the tattoo artist was. Looking at the artist's page, he had to admit that all the tattoos were very good, but there was something strange. It was like every single client was a supermodel, incredibly muscular, handsome, tall.

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Chris pounded on Jake's door. Living together had good benefits, but one of the biggest cons was how messy Jake was. Last night, Jake had made a complete mess in the kitchen. It was like a rabid dog went through their pantry.

"You up? Can you come clean the kitchen, its a mess"

Chris heard shuffling, then huge thuds walking up the door. As the door opened, a huge 6'5" giant appeared, muscular, handsome, broad shoulders tapering down to a slim muscled waist. chris couldn't help but to stare at the giant man's bulge, making a large impression in his gym shorts. A tattoo adorned the stranger's right shoulder.

"Yea sorry gimme a sec"

"HOLY SHIT IS THAT YOU?"

Jake looked down at Chris confused.

"Yea? Who else would it be?" It was unmistakable, his face looked exactly like Jake, just the supermodel version of it. Jake's deep voice rattled Chris' brain. He couldn't comprehend how the person in front of him could be the same 5'5" twiggy nerd he saw the day before.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

"What are you talking about bro, chill out"

Just like ice melting, Chris' mind numbed. Hadn't jake always looked like this? He hit puberty pretty hard and was always pretty active. Maybe it was just a weird dream Jake had this his little brother was "little", Jake hadn't been 5'5 since before highschool.

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"Hey bro, the guy that gave me this sick tattoo asked to refer him to you. I told him you were a tattoo virgin, and he said he'd give you one for free. Something about wanting the 'family to match' or something, you game?"

Something rewired in Chris' brain, he needed a tattoo like his little brother. Maybe then Jake would respect him for being the older brother.

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Accepting Yourself

I licked his bicep.

It tasted so good.

My name is Shane. And I love muscles. 

I have always loved the way muscles move on the masculine body of an alpha male. How hard it felt to the touch of my small fingers. How delicious the taste of sweat over a jock’s glorious golden body. 

So obsessed I was over muscles that I had tried for years and years to build my own. Through high school till i was a college boy. But it seems that some people were never meant to be the muscle jock that dream to be. And one of those people appear to be me. Now at my first year of college I have decided that perhaps i should just give up. 

I am a twink. And even though i want so hard to be a muscled jock I think that it is time to accept myself for who i really am. 

I simply love muscles. And I think it doesn’t matter if the muscles are on me or a different person. I just have to learn to accept myself for who I really am and appreciate that if i look really hard i can find muscles everywhere.

And right in front of my very eyes are the very glorious muscles i have been looking for. His name is Gary. And even though we were both the same age we looked completely different. 

We met on a social media app and i fell in love with his muscles instantly. He would regularly complain about how unlucky he was to suffer from balding hair loss at his age and his dick being slightly less than average. But truth be told, I would do anything to be him in an instance. What I wouldn’t do to be 6 feet tall like him. To be naturally broad shouldered with a mature manly face.

Which is why i have decided to swap my healthy hair and my proud much larger than average cock with his balding head and smaller cock. Of course it took some convincing from him as well. He convinced me how great he would look after the swap. And how much of an Alpha he would be. Although hesitant at first, I agreed.  I believe that your body should reflect your personality. And being the small twink i was, it would be a complete waste to leave me looking good with a head full of hair and a donkey size cock swinging from my small skinny body.

I placed my hands over his crotch area as i fondled his semi-hard dick. He was a cocky guy and I could tell he would enjoy this massage even though he refused to show any emotion through his jock sunglasses. Typical cocky jock behavior while talking to twinks like me. 

As his cock got harder and started to “escape” his pants. I played with his balls feeling the transmission of my essence to him. I allowed him to take as much as he wanted and looking at his cock i could tell he was certainly taking as much as he wanted. His smaller cock was constantly growing larger while i could feel my own shrink. I gazed up to see his head had grown a short tuff of hair that now made him look like his actual age. A forest of facial hair also begin to appear giving him a rugged handsome look befitting his jock status.

The arrogance and confidence was overflowing from him as i continued rubbing his cock that was now leaking precum. But i made sure to continue playing with his balls allowing the transfer to continue uninterrupted. He was getting so cocky now. Raising one arm to flex as he showed off his much larger bicep. He was only supposed to take my hair and cock, but what can i do if he wishes to take my remaining muscles as well? I’m a twink now and i have to learn to be submissive. His hair had grown so thick and dark it was incredibly hot to see him charm me with his wide jock smile as i imagined what he would look like when the transfer was complete. He was going to be the muscle god he truly deserves to be. 

It also helped that while i was rubbing him off he a called me derogatory names like “pussy boy” and “skinny ass bitch”. I could totally see him as the alpha he is now. 

It was so hot. And my rubbings got more intense as his moans got louder and more powerful. It was like a lion roaring. So dominating and beastly.

Between the moans he did try to tell me to go slower and that he could not ejaculate or the transfer would end. But i couldn’t help it. The whole process was way too hot. Plus he was enjoying it so much. I was determined to be the twink i was born to be and serve my alpha jock to the fullest. 

Gary finally reached a climax where he was trying so hard to contain. While yelling at me to stop he tried to force my hands away but i could not not help it. To see him in this state of ecstasy as he opened his mouth to gasp for air i rubbed even harder transferring my last usable essence to him as he finally shot.

It was glorious. 

White

Creamy

Rich

Milky

Powerful

In fact it was so powerful that it shot several ropes all over my face and a dozen more into my mouth. It was truly a recognition of my new status as a submissive twink to accept myself for who i was as i swallowed his cum all down. Nothing ever tasted so good.

i was totally in my own world feeling his cum on my tongue that i did not even hear his yells.

“What Is Happening To Me?!!!”

I quickly opened my eyes to face him.

A moment ago he was a tall bodybuilder sized jock. But now he was just slightly bigger than me. He was still muscular but i could tell he was losing his muscle mass rapidly. His skin had also become much paler. 

I looked in the mirror at my own reflection still in shock. But hair had grown back and it seemed even thicker! And my body. It looked so much larger than I remembered!

He kept yelling as i gasped to myself in the mirror unsure of what to do as our bodies continued changing. I was now much taller than Gary was and my shoulders were huge! I noticed the tense muscles on my arms get bigger as veins popped up all over filling my larger body. 

Gary on the other hand had lost almost all his muscle mass as he kept touching himself all over trying in vain to stop his muscles from leaving his body. His hairline started to recede and his pecs had completely deflated and his arms were getting smaller with every passing second.

The pressure of my growing pecs was so intense that my shirt neckline begin to rip itself revealing my still expanding bouncing pecs as it glistened in the sweat coming from my gloriously tanned skin. I was still in shock and i looked over my shoulder to see that Gary was feeling the same as me.

He finally lifted his jock sunglasses up to his forehead hoping that all these was just a malfunction with his sunglass lenses. His continued yelling after assured me it did not help. 

It took us both some time but we finally calmed ourselves down. I was surprised how much he was yelling. A few moments ago he was still the confident self-assured jock and now he was behaving like a frightened little pussy. 

“You swallowed my cum didn’t you?” 

“You weren’t even supposed to make me cum you idiot, look what you’ve done!”

He continued yelling and pointing a finger at me while i couldnt help but stare at myself in the mirror. 

I look good.

It felt good

“Now we have to do the whole process all over again. You seriously love wasting my time you fuc…..”

I interrupted his nagging by pushing him aside while standing in the middle of the mirror and did a pose. Turning to him while flashing a bright smile I grabbed the pair of jock sunglasses of his forehead and put them over my own face.

“I would hate to waste your time…” I replied

[heady-power]

THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT

It was my birthday again. I was suck in my 40s and was going through a mid life crisis. I emphasize was. I was depressed and fat and working all the time. An opportunity came my way I couldn’t say no to. Someone gave me the ability to swap age, muscle, and vigor from my son. The guy approached me at the gym and I can’t say too much but sufficed to say, I was hesitant. I mean, just because I’d been given the chance didn’t mean I had to go through with it…right? 

Well a few months went by and I didn’t use the birthday dream I’d been given. It was a magic box and if I opened it, I would de age and gain muscle and my son would grow older and fatter. I finally broke one night. I held the box open and this magical light poured forth. It felt so good, like a drug. I closed it after about thirty seconds. I didn’t feel much different. Then I checked the scale. 5 pounds had disappeared! I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t feel that much thinner. 

That night at dinner my son was sullen. He lived at home to save money since the state university was in our town. He was like that several nights in a row. I finally asked him what the deal was and he said he’d gained a couple pounds of fat and he was hitting the gym hard every day. He just didn’t know how it happened but he was determined to lose it. He was a college athlete, played tennis and rowing. Played. Past tense. 

Well, I couldn’t help it after that. I took another look at the box. Light poured forth. I couldn’t help but bask in it for a full minute. I had lost ten more pounds. My son was in panic and anxiety for days and I told him to try to chill out. I offered him a beer and told him it happened to everyone. I know, I know. But look, I just couldn’t believe how much better I felt losing all that weight. My son had some trouble because he no longer fit into his pants anymore. I bought him some new pairs. I told myself I wasn’t going to use it again. My son’s waist had already gained too many inches at my expense. 

I told myself I would only try the box out one more time. I couldn’t help myself. It felt so good. Magic light poured up at me giving me nourishment and strength. My waist slimmed and my body started to look better. The gray in my beard disappeared, I could see it in the small mirror on the far side of my den. I smiled as my body ruptured into muscle. I stared in awe as my waist became taut and muscular and abs started to form for the first time since high school. Oh god. “OH GOD!” I yelled as my body erupted into muscle beyond my dreams! 

I shut the box. I was ten years younger, at least. 

Of course, that means my son took all those years and all those pounds for himself. He looks like a typical 28 year old who got fat. Even though he’s supposed to be 18 and a huge jock. His tennis days are behind him now and he can barely row. I have his muscles and decided to take up the sport myself. Joined a rowing class at the uni just to take advantage of my new frame. My new coach loves me. He says even though I’m 30 years old, I might still consider trying to row professionally. Of course if I was even younger, it might be easier. 

But no, I can’t use the box again. My son became hysterical when it happened. He was screaming and cursing and raising hell, finally accusing me of somehow doing this. We “figured out” his body was draining into mine. But I feigned not knowing anything about happened and played dumb. I mean with a body like this, I just can’t lose. I am getting work a lot more than before. Clients seem to love the new me! And as for my son, he’s trying to lose the weight. I keep trying to get him to come to the gym with me but he doesn’t want to be humiliated so he just works out at home. I managed to get him to go to the beach but he humiliated himself by coming on to some pretty college aged girls, who dismissed him and called him gross. He actually cried on the way home. I comforted him as best I could but truth be told, I got those girls phone number after he ran off. I’ll be seeing both of them soon and probably fucking their brains out. 

Of course, things would be even easier if I used the box again and got to be a young college stud 22 year old and put my son into middle age. 

Not that I would do that. I couldn’t do that. 

I mean, what kind of father would I be? 

I would be huge, unstoppable, a god amongst men. A sex machine unlike anything I’d ever been able to think of. My son would be lucky to find size 45 jeans that fit him. But think of it. He’ll hate you, most likely. But I’ll be so happy. And I’m sure one day, he’ll understand. 

I deserve this. After all, it was my birthday present.

I reach for the box. 

[heady-power]

Free To Play

James was bored. He lives a fairly incomplete life, with few hobbies. Usually he invests his time into his studies, reasoning that any hobbies would just end up being a distraction for him. He only just moved to university, however, so he has no projects or work to be doing just yet. He's finished organising his new class schedule into his laptop's various softwares to ensure he is well prepared for the year ahead, but after looking through the google classrooms he's been newly added to to find them empty, he was stuck for things to do.

Most students newly at uni go out and socialise, but James is much more of a hermit. Though he can already hear drunken hollers from outside his window he just looks down on those responsible for being in such a state in the middle of the day.

James decides to download Steam on his laptop. He almost never plays video games, not out of dislike but judgement, believing them to be a leading cause of unproductiveness. He's never bought a video game on Steam but occasionally, when he truly has nothing better to do, will browse the free to play section for a shovelware game he can waste a couple hours in and never play again.

Usually free to play games have mixed reviews at best, but James is surprised to discover a free to play game trending in Steam marketplace. It has overwhelmingly positive reviews, despite its basic name and branding. It's just called "Life Simulator Game", and there are no screenshots of its gameplay or graphics or anything. The game's store page description explains that this game is free to play because it's in early development, and they want to use the data gathered from players to guide their future development. Though James is instinctively skeptical of most things he comes across in life, that rationale checks out to him. Plus, the reviews are excellent, so he decides to download it.

It doesn't take long to download, and soon James starts the game for the first time. As it does its first time installation, the game has several pop-ups. The first explains that in order to access the game, James needs to download an app with the QR code that appears. It states this is so they can receive the data of James' gameplay, using cellular networks to ensure the game still works without an internet connection. This leads James to quickly check the game's reputation on Reddit, but everyone on there swears it's not only safe but an awesome game, so he downloads the app before returning to the game.

The first task in the game is to create the avatar. The game has three ways to do this: random, character creator, or rigged character creator. An explainer opens in the game: The character creator takes the form of a quiz; the player can end the quiz at any time, and the answers to the quiz will change the avatar's stats in positive or negative ways. The rigged character creator acts the same way, but the player can select some general traits or character archetypes they want the quiz to ask them about. This gives them a little more control over its outcome, but also usually leads to more specialist character builds, since the questions cover fewer topics.

James decides to just go for the standard character creator, aiming to build a well-rounded character, at least for his first playthrough. The character creator begins, and seemingly asks some basic, foundational questions to begin with, though its effects can be a little strange.

You're chilling on a Sunday and have the day off. Do you: A) go to the gym and work out, B) play video games, or C) read a book?

James answers "read a book" immediately, and the game flashes up with a number of stat changes. Some make obvious sense, like intelligence and focus increasing, but James is also surprised to see his body fat percentage decrease. He also gains a point towards the "nerd" archetype, which James supposes is why the fat percentage decreased. He's a nerd in real life, but for a game like this he doesn't actually want to just play as a nerd, so he will bear that in mind for some of his future answers. The already intelligent and slender James doesn't notice that his answer changes him in real life to fit the answer.

2. What kind of hairstyle do you have: A) Short with crew cut, B) Medium-length shaggy, C) Long and greasy?

James isn't sure what a crew cut means, but he does want has avatar to have short hair, like he does in real life, so he chooses A. James expects this to send him down the nerd route further, but the stat changes actually involve boosts to his masculinity, confidence, and follower mentality. The phone in his pocket vibrates at a precise, imperceptible frequency, sending signals to his brain to reflect these stat changes.

3. Do you currently have any facial hair: A) Yes, a beard B) Yes, a moustache, C) No?

James answers no, and the game's only effect is decreasing his avatar's body and facial hair in the game. The dusting of a treasure trail on James' torso vanishes beneath his shirt, unknown to him.

4. When you're having a conversation with friends, do you: A) Dominate and lead the conversation, B) Contribute and actively participate, or C) Observe and mostly listen?

James answers C, observe and mostly listen, since he is a more withdrawn person in real life. This boosts the follower mentality attribute for a second time, while increasing his empathy. These personality changes are again instilled in his brain, but since the boosts aren't used by this game at all, James remains unaware.

5. How do you feel about authority: A) I hate it, B) I respect authority for my own benefit, C) Learning from authority is valuable?

James considers the options. A might result in his character being some kind of punk, and B might make them selfish, so he decides to choose option C, which most reflects his real world view anyway. This decreases his free thought and rebelliousness while increasing his curiosity and, for a third time, follower mentality. The game has a pop-up:

Trait Earned: Follower Mentality. For the rest of the character creator, you will be able to see how many other players chose each option. Furthermore, the least popular option will be disabled.

It surprises James that he is excited about this. The James that began playing this game sneered at most people around him, believing himself superior to them. James' new brain, however, is keen to learn how others answered the questions, thinking it may help him get a good result. He doesn't notice that this is a change in his personality, forgetting how judgemental he used to be.

6. How often do you brush your teeth: A) After every meal (5%), B) Once a day at night (35%), or C) When I remember or feel like it (60%)?

In real life James does brush his teeth after every meal, hygiene being important to him. However, with that option disabled, he's fine going for option B for his character. The game gives a slight reduction in his hygiene, but increases his desire for routine. The change in James' hygiene doesn't really happen in real life yet, instead manifesting as an attitude change, where taking care of hygiene feels like more effort than it did to James before.

7. When you're given a task, do you: A) Rush it and get it out of the way (10%), B) Start and work on it at a steady pace (4%), or C) Procastinate on it and do it last minute (86%)?

Despite the changes so far, James still hates lazy people who procrastinate. While he would usually answer B, he answers A as the second best thing. The game increases his decisiveness and efficiency, but a few negative stat changes happen, such as reducing his responsibility, care, and he takes a slight hit to his usual grades. Internally, James can feel himself becoming rasher and a little lazier. While he's far from dumb right now, his priority shifts away from being as based around education as it usually is.

8. How often do you exercise: A) Daily (36%), B) A couple times a week (31%), C) Never (33%)?

James' mind thinks back to the answer to that first question. He got a nerd attribute point, and if he answers never to this question he'll definitely get another one. He thinks that'd suck, who wants to play a video game as a nerd? Being unable to answer B, he decides to select A to ensure his character isn't too much of a nerd.

Upon selecting this option, the game's appearance changes slightly. It gets a little more colourful and begins playing music, while having more animations to keep James' attention focused on the game. A pop-up appears:

Trait Earned: Gym Focus. You care more about the gym than reading or numbers, so for the rest of the character creator you won't get to see how your answers change your stats. Your questions will become catered to your gym focus.

9. At the gym, your favourite exercise is: A) Lifting (88%), B) Cardio like running (4%), C) Bodyweight exercises (8%)?

James doesn't really know what bodyweight exercises are, and everyone else chose lifting. Lifting's weights and stuff, he knows that, so why not? James chooses option A. His head is feeling a bit strange, a bit slower than normal, maybe he's coming down with a cold or something. His whole body feels kinda warm, actually, so he must be getting sick. Before he can think about it too much, the game quickly gives him the next question.

10. What's your favourite music: A) Rock (25%), B) Rap (53%), C) Country (22%)?

James is definitely feel weird now, and the weird thing is he's not even sure. He's struggling to remember what music he used to listen to. Most people chose rap though, so he chooses rap too.

The game presents a new popup:

Congratulations, you have finished the character creator! Now it's time to play the game, James. Live a full day in this life to finish tailoring your character. You can do pretty much whatever you want, but the game will occasionally give you choices, and your answers to these choices will have a particularly high impact on your stats.

James grins, finally the character creator's over. He scratches his pec, thinking about whether he should continue playing right now. He's got nothing else to do this evening though. He just moved to university, but he doesn't know anyone here yet and doesn't know what the best places to go out are. So he can continue playing for now.

James clicks start, eager to get to the proper gameplay. He hasn't noticed any change in real life at all, but is impressed at how well the game's avatar matches him already. It's got exactly the same build as he worked hard for. He's a straight B student, retaining some of his intelligence thanks to his nerd attribute point. The changes to his personality are extensive but subtle for now.

The game assigns a world catered towards his character, particularly the Follower Mentality and Gym Focus traits. The game includes a vast number of different worlds, and assigns one to each player at the end of the character creator based on what it thinks the player would enjoy, though this can also mean that players get railroaded towards a certain path of transformation. The world features a mix of other players and NPCs, though this isn't stated anywhere and James assumes everyone here is an NPC for now.

The game loads and James wakes up in his bed. The flat he lives in is pretty unfurbished, only having essential gameplay items. He quickly follows his new instincts for his morning routine. Thanks to his answer in the character creator, showering or brushing his teeth doesn't cross his mind, so he heads straight to the kitchen. There are a variety of food options here, but he instinctively makes some chicken and a protein shake.

While consuming breakfast, James checks the in-game phone. The game presents him with a number of opportunities, but the one that captures his attention is the "gym" opportunity. James browses the gyms included in the game world. The gym he chooses to attend will impact his stats and the types of people he meets, but he only has access to one of them:

Elite Gym (unavailable: James is not upper class)

Budget Gym (unavailable: James is too muscular to benefit from this gym)

As Rocks Gym (available)

As Rocks Gym? James wonders what that name could hint at, but not for very long since it's the only option for him anyway. Plus, he looks up the address and discovers it's on his street. He finishes his breakfast and heads there right away.

James walks in and heads to the reception desk to sign up for the gym. He's greeted by the first NPC he's interacting with in this game. The NPC talks pretty slowly and has a vacant face, but James figures that's probably a limitation of the programming, and all the NPCs will be like that. He finishes signing up for the gym and is given a membership card. The card has a large number on it, which is currently 118. James assumes this is his membership number or something.

He heads deeper into the gym to start lifting. He' spends a while inside, before eventually being's quickly approached by another character. At first James assumes this is a NPC, but he receives a message on his screen.

Klingime3: yo, u new? u luk new. wana tour?

James14214573923: Oh, this is online? You're another player?

Klingime3: yh bro im a player. dis gyms awsum, cmon

James14214573923: Uh ok, yeah.

James begins following this other player. His avatar isn't a muscle god or anything, but he's wearing damp gym clothes so James assumes he's just finished a workout anyway. There's no option to see his stats or anything, though James can see some traits. The list of traits Klingime3 has is pretty long, he must have played this game a lot, but some highlights James spots from a quick look are "Sweat Waterfall", "Dropout Dumb", "Horned Up", "Sheep Herder", and "Gym Dedicated". This gives him a decent idea of who he's dealing with here. Since James' avatar matches his own personality so well, he figures the same is probably true for Klingime3, and the spelling would seem to support that theory.

James briefly hovers over himself and sees that his own traits are displayed. He's still only got the two of them, "Gym Mentality" and "Follower Mentality". He realises that that's probably how this Klingime guy knew he was new, because he didn't have many traits yet. He doesn't realise that the Herd Mentality trait is an advert for other players to influence his stats, though.

James14214573923: So thanks for showing me around. This was the only gym I could go to, the others were locked.

Klingime3: dose other gyms suck fr dw, dis got da best shit. like ere. luk.

Klingime3 stops in front of a bar.

Klingime3: dis dude makes drinks for us, deyre rly gud. u got cash yet?

James14214573923: Uh nah, not yet, I think. Unless you start with some. I just booted up the game and came here. What's special about a drink?

Klingime3: deyre jus good. ill get u my faves. da rocks shake is rly gud, it boosts happy stat and stuf. n it boosts mussel gains from da liftin we boutta do. ill get u dat.

James receives an item in his inventory. Klingime3 has given him a "As Rocks Shake", seemingly the speciality item for this gym, though other shakes are available. Still not understanding the wordplay at hand here, James quickly chugs it. It tastes really good, and somehow consuming it in the game makes him feel happy in real life too. His phone in his real life pocket vibrates, not only to administer the effects of the shake, but also to provide a small jolt of happiness that will make him want to buy that kind of shake again.

The NPC at the drinks stand offers James free drinks today, and he quickly buys another "As Rocks Shake" while browsing the menu for more variety. He figures he can consume them from his inventory whenever his hydration decreases from the gym session. The NPC says the free drinks can count for their loyalty scheme, and asks for James' gym membership card. He gives it to the NPC, noticing the number on it now says 108 for some reason.

Klingime3: u like it yh? u got rocks shake agen dats cool. u shud get da water too. n da hazer.

James looks curiously at the items available in the bar, just "water" doesn't seem to be available. He realises Klingime must mean the "Water(fall) Can". No stat changes are displayed, but James vaguely remembers waterfall being in one of Klingime's traits. James can't remember what it was though, for some reason his memory seems a bit worse than normal. He also takes his advice and gets the hazer.

James and Klingime3 spend a few hours in the gym together. James takes Klingime3's guidance on the best ways to lift, while Klingime3 keeps encouraging James to restock on drinks frequently. It doesn't take James much convincing though, he's still trying to manage his needs and for some reason he's constantly thirsty. Since drinking the Water(fall) Can he's been sweating a lot, which is making his thirst pretty extreme, but James doesn't realise it's the effect of that can. He's trying to pay attention to the game, but there's a lot going on and it's becoming pretty hard to follow.

James14214573923: i'm gettin hungry, there good places to eat round here?

Klingime3: da gym got gud food. ill show u.

Klingime3 takes James to small stand in the gym. It has a very limited menu, but Klingime3 immediately orders for James anyway.

Klingime3: i got us horndogs w da rocks sorce n da brainfries. deyre rly gud, ull like.

James shows his gym membership card to receive the food, the number on it now saying 88 for some reason. Klingime3 definitely seems like an expert in this game, so James happily follows his lead. Especially as James' brain slows down thanks to his activities here today, he doesn't have the capacity to question Klingime3's decisions much anymore. He happily chats to his new friend while eating the food.

As they finish their meal, James realises his sleep meter is almost empty.

James14214573923: damn bro my i gota sleep. how u do dat?

Klingime3: o yh so wen u sleep u cant play agen til tmrw irl. i got bufs cos i play alot so i can stay up lon but if u g2g u g2g, ill go urs n show u how to sleep n den c u tmrw on ere?

James14214573923: bet bro yh ill play tmrw lesgo mine now for sleep tho

James and Klingime head back to his in-game flat and Klingime shows James how to sleep. The game saves quickly, and then boots James out to the main menu. The phone in his pocket vibrates, the game's app has sent him a notification. James pulls it out to read it.

"First Day Complete! Thanks for playing a full day James, we've saved your data. It really helps us out. See you tomorrow! - Life Simulator Game"

James grins vacantly as he reads the notification. His dulled brain generates some basic thoughts in response, such as how awesome the game was and how awesome the Klingime3 guy was. He'll definitely play again tomorrow.

His mind struggles to come up with activities for him to do for the rest of his day until he can play the game again. As he itches his damp crotch to aid his thought, the effects of the horndog Klingime3 ordered for him in the game kick in, and he downloads another app that's never been on his phone before: Grindr.

[heady-power]

A Little Shaping

/contains ai video, use of the f slur

/contains muscle growth tf, suggestion, hypnosis

Carlos was tired of living the same horrible life every single day. He lived in a conservative area that constantly reminded him he was in a convervative area. The college he went to was no different. Everyone treated him like dirt, including the professors. It wasn't hard to tell he was gay, one look at his shapely eyebrows and pristine clear skin and the word faggot would immediately come to mind.

His only friend was Jeremy, a nerdy short computer science major who definitely had his own biases and judgment towards carlos' "lifestyle" but he was at least cordial and treated him like a human.

Carlos had to admit. Although nerdy, Jeremy had been a bit attractive. Maybe it was just because he was the only one who was nice to carlos-- but carlos swore that Jeremy's skinny slightly muscled frame, messy hair, and square glasses were attractive.

"Whats up carly"

Carlos smiled as jeremy showed up on screen. Jeremy had one airpod in, leaned over his bed. Fuck, he was cute.

"Hey jeremy. You ready?"

"As ready as i can be, what should i do?"

Carlos has promised him he had found some sort of magic hypnosis thing that would help bring confidence to him. Jeremy, being the insecure needy nerd he was, obliged.

"Just sit there and relax"

"Done"

"Focus on my lips, im gonna count back from three, with each number you'll fall deeper into sleep."

Jeremy's eyes focused on carlos' lips.

"3"

Something clicked in jeremy he continued staring at Carlos' lips, his pupils dialating.

"2"

His eye lids felt droopy, he struggled to keep them open- but something compelled him to stare at Carlos' lips, no matter how tired he was.

"1"

The phone fell onto his bed as jeremy conked out.

"Can you hear me jeremy"

"Yes" jeremy replied in a monotonous voice.

"Great, pick up your phone so i can see you."

Jeremy did as he was told, swatting around on the bed a little looking for the phone, his head and shoulders slowly came into view, his eyes still closed.

"You have immense confidence and have no difficulty doing anything as you know you can accomplish anything you put your mind to. You border on cocky but you know when to humble yourself."

Jeremy's posture shifted a little bit as his brain rewired itself. Now it was time for carlos to have some fun. Getting Jeremy in this position was the hardest part. Now all he has to do is shape him a little.

" I want you to describe our friendship to me."

"You're a great friend. You're always there when i need help or advice, but I wish that you weren't gay. It makes me uncomfortable sometimes."

That stung, although he feared that was the case before. When they were at school or in public together, Jeremy kept a clear distance between them so that they wouldn't look like a couple.

"Jeremy, you are the most confident guy on the planet, but when it comes to your sexuality and me, you're not so confident. you're deep in the closet. You've had a crush on me since you met me. You are gay, girls just don't do it like guys do. You've tried but no dice. That's why your friends with me, to get closer. Isn't that right?"

"Yes"

"You find me irresistible, you love twinks and you'll always forever be loyal to me. I am your world, you try to impress me everyday and you'll do anything i say."

"Yes"

Carlos was getting hard at the thought of jeremy being secretly into him and being too deep in denial to say anything. He couldn't stop making changes.

"Although you're a computer science major, you've always been a jock. You are on our college's football team. Brains and brawn. You spend your time in the gym, at football practice, studying, or with me."

"Yes"

"When you wake up, you will transform into a 6'5" power top that loves me. Although you still haven't come to terms with your sexuality. You will work up the courage to confess to me soon. Reality will change around you so that everyone remembers you like this."

"Yes"

"Wake up, hunk."

Jeremy's eyes open slowly as he stood up. His spine cracked as it grew longer. His shirt melted off of him as his body instanteously exploded woth muscle from hard work on the football field and gym. His hair lengthened to a shag as his face became more structured. His acne cleared, his eyes fixated on the twink in front of him.

"Sup carly" jeremy purred, his voice deep and demanding.

Carlos was so hard he could bust a load right there. His nerdy friend had turned into a nerdy hunk in front of his eyes.

Jeremy stretched his arms up as his muscle rippled underneath his skin, clearly showing off, but playing it off. Jeremy grunted as he cracked his back and stretched.

"Hey uh quick question. What are you studying again?"

"Comp sci with a minor in kinesiology, why dude?"

"Just wondering, full ride right?"

"Ya, got that scholarship money from football. You know all of this why are you askin?"

"no reason"

"K weirdo. So do you wanna play tf2 or something before i have to leave for practice?" Jeremy said as he moved his phone to his desk. As he moved, it was clear that he was hard, and the thing was huge! Carlos hadn't even changed anything there, thats just how he was naturally.

"Sure stud" carlos said flirtatiously, seeing jeremy's dick twitch in response.

Boy was he excited to watch his stud of a friend navigate being in the closet.

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Grok story: Beach Gods - Milo’s Story (part 1)

Milo, 30 years old, was once a scrawny, awkward computer programmer who spent most of his days indoors, hunched over a keyboard. With pale skin, messy hair, he often felt invisible to the world around him. Milo always dreamed of a life filled with adventure and confidence. His social anxiety kept him from pursuing those dreams, and he often hid behind his computer screen, living vicariously through the characters in the video games he played.

One day, Milo wandered into a dusty old costume shop where his life would change.

Once upon a time, in a small coastal town, there lived a skinny, weak man named Milo. He was a quiet fellow, often overlooked, who spent most of his days daydreaming about a life of strength and confidence. One cloudy afternoon, with nothing better to do, Milo wandered into a dusty old costume shop tucked away on a side street. The shop was cluttered with racks of capes, masks, and glittering outfits, but something unusual caught his eye—a massive pair of bright red Speedo briefs hanging on the wall, far too large for any ordinary person.

Milo tilted his head, puzzled. "How is this a costume?" he muttered to himself, running his fingers over the shiny fabric. It didn’t look like much—just oversized swimwear with no cape, no mask, nothing dramatic. Still, curiosity tugged at him. He glanced around the empty shop, shrugged, and grabbed the Speedo, heading to the cramped dressing room in the back.

Slipping out of his baggy clothes, Milo stepped into the enormous briefs, feeling ridiculous as they sagged around his scrawny frame. He was about to laugh at himself in the cracked mirror when a strange warmth pulsed through his body. His heart raced, and before he could react, his limbs began to tingle. His reflection blurred as his arms swelled, biceps bulging like cannonballs. His chest expanded, pecs inflating into slabs of muscle that strained against the air itself. His legs thickened into tree trunks, and his back widened until he looked like a living wall of power.

Milo gasped as the transformation surged lower. His once-modest endowment grew, filling out the Speedo with an exaggerated, almost comical size that made his eyes widen in shock. At the same time, his flat backside ballooned into a pair of massive, sculpted cheeks that stretched the fabric tight, turning the briefs into something closer to a thong. He stumbled back, gripping the dressing room walls as the changes settled, leaving him towering at nearly seven feet tall, a hulking caricature of masculinity.

Breathing heavily, Milo stared at his new self in the mirror. His jaw dropped. He flexed an arm, watching veins pop across muscles he’d never dreamed of having. The Speedo, now perfectly snug despite its outrageous proportions, gleamed under the dim light. He stepped out of the dressing room, ducking under the doorway, and spotted a faded tag dangling from the rack where he’d found the briefs. It read: Beach God.

"Beach God?" he said aloud, a grin spreading across his chiseled face. The name felt right—like it was meant for him. With newfound confidence surging through his veins, Milo decided there was only one place for a Beach God to go. He strode out of the shop, leaving his old clothes behind, and made his way to the shore.

The beach was bustling with people when Milo arrived. Heads turned, jaws dropped, and whispers rippled through the crowd as he swaggered onto the sand, the red Speedo catching the sunlight like a beacon. He planted his massive feet in the surf, flexed his oversized arms, and let out a booming laugh that echoed over the waves. The skinny, timid Milo was gone. In his place stood a larger-than-life figure, ready to rule the shoreline.

From that day on, Milo embraced his new life as the Beach God. He spent his days lounging under the sun, lifting driftwood like it was nothing, and charming beach goers with his towering presence. The costume had given him more than a body—it had given him a destiny. And as the tides rolled in and out, Milo knew he’d never look back

[heady-power]

"Fuck my muscles, they won't stop growing fuck. Bastards tagged me now my body is swelling."

The load that had hit your skin. Seeped into your pores like it were a rub. Instantly rushing throughout your body. Effecting your nerves, muscles, using your glands as a factory to make sure your body was put into overdrive. In seconds you were built like a hunk, your body had happily given into the change. Now your brain was next. Once your balls started filling a shot of energy had surged through your body and into your brain. Simply swapping out something more fitting to your new body, and possibly new way of living.

"Woah fuck hehe look at me, fuck I'm built, I smell, and I'm fucking hung. Oh I could get used to this shit. My dick dripping like this, dripping for-for hole. For fuck, I need to fuck something, I need to cum on something. I need to breed something. I need to...spread this heheeeee!"

[heady-power]

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[heady-power]

He's feeling hot despite the cool water, his dick is rock solid and throbbing, balls pulled tight, and he just turned around to see one of the girls from the cabins across the lake smirking at him, before releasing her bra. The boys and girls have been eating, drinking, and bathing in Converzine for a week. The counselors and staff will ignore the sudden cries of orgasmic pleasure from all around the campsite, knowing full well this was the whole point.

[heady-power]

Swappers

(Original story posted April 24th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated

Jordan was a twink. Plain and simple. He was skinny, hairless, could hardly grow any facial hair and was fairly short. Now of course there was nothing wrong with this. He was still very attractive in the eyes of many and didn’t have much trouble getting attention from other gay men. The big issue for him however was that, because he was a twink, almost everyone assumed he was a bottom and most guys that were into him just wanted to fuck him. They would then be surprised and a little put off when Jordan revealed that he was a strict top and didn’t want to bottom. At all.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried it before. He’d used a couple toys on himself and even let a guy stick it in him before in an attempt to fit this mould people would push on him. But it just wasn’t who Jordan was. Of course there had been some small pleasure from the stimulation alone but that was where his enjoyment ended. It just wasn’t who he was and the thought of bottoming just never turned him on. He was the one that wanted to be sticking his cock inside a hot dude's ass, not the other way around. He just wished that more of the guys who were into him saw him as he saw himself. A dom top! There were a handful of course but that left Jordan with quite a slim selection of men to choose from the already small pool.

The natural solution to this would be to bulk up. Get bigger, look manlier. But for some reason he struggled massively to put on any kind of size. Even after working out religiously for a year, he hardly passed for a twunk and still hadn’t been able to grow any body or facial hair. Not any that looked good anyway. Whenever he asked for advice he was told to just give it time and eventually he’d put on more muscle and maturity… but he was already 25 and a lot of other dudes his age had full, thick beards and were built like tanks. It was infuriating! He knew that they were probably right and that in time he’d eventually achieve the manly body he was looking for if he just stuck to the gym and all the right food. But Jordan was growing more impatient by the day.

For a short while he believed he was doomed to look like a twink for at least the rest of his 20’s. That was until he met Colt. He was a man Jordan had met through a hookup site recently and as it turned out he had the opposite problem. He was only ever interested in bottoming but because of his massive muscular physique, well kept beard, deep voice and giant 8.5 inch cock, most people assumed he was the dominant daddy type. Colt had the exact body Jordan needed and Colt probably wouldn’t be too bad off with Jordan’s twink body either. It almost felt like the universe was teasing Jordan by allowing the two of them to meet like this. Showing them the bodies they could’ve had.

Naturally one thing lead to another and the two ended up meeting for a good fuck. Jordan wrapping his arms around Colt’s bulky torso as he thrust inside that huge ass until they were both moaning for release. It was so good that they couldn't help making it a regular thing by meeting up again and again. Sometimes it would be at Colts place, other times it would be at Jordan’s. But one thing was for sure that was that by the end of the night Colt would have either his mouth or muscular ass full of twink cum. Sure Jordan’s dick might be a tad below the average in size but he certainly knew how to use it well and the groans he got out of Colt definitely reflected that.

Every time they had sex however, Jordan couldn’t help but feel this growing envy in his heart. Sure it was hot dominating a man so much bigger than himself and watching all that muscle ripple with every thrust but… he couldn’t stop wishing all that size and manliness was his. Of course that wish seemed all but impossible… right?

One day Jordan was just browsing through some gay porn sites to jack off too when he got a strange pop up. His natural instinct was to close it but something about the ad caught his eye. The headline was “Swappers!” and from what he could tell it seemed to be an advert for some type of poppers brand. He’d been with a guy once before that’d used them so he knew enough to know they were muscle relaxing inhalants. Only that wasn’t the only thing this particular brand of poppers seemed to be advertising…

A few days later a package arrived for Jordan and inside was a single “Swapper��. He inspected it a little and the tiny bottle looked exactly as it did online. He was sorta surprised that it wasn’t a scam. Truth be told he’d been starting to experience buyers remorse after spending so much money on this thing but he felt a tad better now it was here. Still though, he told himself not to get his hopes up yet. Not until after he put it to the test.

Later that night Jordan messaged Colt, getting immediately to the point and asking if he wanted to hook up as usual by now. Like always Colt was swift with a confirmation that everything was set in motion. Now all Jordan had to do was pray this thing was legit and he didn’t spend his money for nothing.

As they’d agreed to meet at Colt’s place, Jordan showed up outside the hunky man’s apartment where he was soon let inside. The pair chatted for a little while, catching up as they always did, but it was clear that Jordan was eager to get down to business. He cut Colt off mid-sentence with a swift kiss, leaning in close and running his hands over the larger man’s body. Colt didn’t seem to mind as he returned the same energy and before they knew it they were pulling off their clothes and stumbling towards Colt’s bedroom.

Both men found themselves buck naked as Colt hopped onto the bed, causing it to creak under his weight, before beckoning Jordan to join him. The two engaged in plenty of foreplay beforehand. A little bit of dick sucking. A tad bit of ass eating. Tons of making out. But Jordan just couldn’t bear to wait any longer as he reached over towards the bedside table and grabbed the little bottle before instructing Colt to lay on his back and throw his legs over Jordan’s shoulders. The bigger man did just that but couldn’t help question what Jordan had in his hand while doing so.

“It’s just a popper. It’s meant to make sex feel even more mind blowing!” Jordan reassured, withholding the whole truth from his lover. “Just try it. I promise you’ll love it!” He added before cracking it open and placing the bottle under his nose to take a deep sniff. The hit was almost instant. A surging pleasure that vibrated through his body. He was buzzing! And with it he had this strange compulsion to try to make another man smell it.

“Ehhhh I dunno. I’ve never done poppers bef—” Colt was quickly cut off by Jordan practically shoving the swapper under his nose and forcing him to inhale it. He was taken off guard for a second but moments after his body was filled with the same euphoric sensation as Jordan’s. And now that both men had it in their systems, all they wanted to do was fuck!

Jordan wasted no time slamming his dick into Colt’s hole which had already started to loosen up a little. Immediately plunging as deep as he could go. The feeling was beyond anything either of them had ever experienced before. Waves of pleasure washed over them which only seemed to intensify as Jordan started rocking his hips back and forth. Every little motion sent spikes of euphoria across their bodies in a fashion they could never have imagined. Both men felt as though they could bust a load mere moments into fucking and yet somehow they held on. For now anyway. It was as if despite the incredible feeling of it all, something needed them to keep going. For Jordan to keep pumping himself inside Colt. And Jordan was more than willing to oblige.

Minutes felt like hours as the couple submerged themselves in the experience. Jordan alternated between thrusting slowly with care to suddenly fucking fast with an intense aggression. All while the huge man beneath him practically screamed his name with nothing but pure lust in his eyes. A lust that Jordan reflected right back. The more they stared at each other, the more fixated they became. Almost like they were hypnotising one another to the point where they refused to break eye contact. Simply staring into each others gaze while they continued to fuck and moan until suddenly their eyes began to glow a deep violet. At last it began. As neither Colt nor Jordan could look away, they were unable to see the changes beginning to occur but of course that wouldn’t stop them.

Despite never having been able to grow much body hair, Jordan’s chest and stomach suddenly began to sprout a light dusting of hair. A dusting which would continue to spread across his body giving him some hairy legs, decent arm hair and even a fuzzy ass. Colt on the other hand found all of his body hair suddenly retracting, vanishing in an instant and leaving him with nothing but smooth bulging muscle all over. However it wouldn’t cease there. As soon as his body was smooth, Colt’s short beard started to recede as well until he was left with a clean shaven face. Then right on cue an unfamiliar itching sensation spread across Jordan's jaw followed by thick facial hair that quickly developed into a full beard that was identical to the one Colt had sported moments ago! The kind of beard Jordan never could’ve grown before now. The last of these hairy changes only completed when even the hair styles and colours switched with Jordan’s hair retracting slighting into a much shorter crop while Colt’s grew out a little. Somehow they’d completely switched hair on all places of their bodies! Jordan had taken all of Colt’s body hair and facial hair! They looked pretty strange for sure but it was about to get a whole lot stranger.

As Jordan continued to thrust mindlessly, both men started to grunt with even more ferocity. Not just because of the fucking though, it was their hands and feet! Had Jordan been able to tear his eyes away from Colt’s to look over his shoulder, he’d have been able to catch a glimpse of the other man’s feet shrinking multiple sizes. The same then happened to Colt’s hands as they shrunk smaller and skinnier. But of course Colt wasn’t the only one affected here. Jordan also found himself curling his toes a little while his own feet grew many sizes larger until it would’ve been impossible to fit them inside any of his own shoes. And naturally his hands followed the same example, growing meatier with thick clumsy digits that would no doubt take some getting used to.

Despite being in some kind of trance, both men knew something strange was happening to their bodies. Colt was feeling a little worried underneath all the pleasure but Jordan on the other hand was ecstatic! He knew exactly what was happening to them and he almost couldn’t believe it! As such he completely gave in to the experience with zero resistance. He pounded his cock in and out of Colt’s hole, encouraging the bigger, yet now hairless, man to give in as well.

Speaking of cock, Jordan began to feel a strange inflating sensation in his. It felt as though someone plugged an air pump into his cock and balls and with every thrust he made, they pumped more air into his manhood. Only it wasn’t air at all! His dick was actually growing larger by the second! He could feel it! His cock got longer and fatter as it forced Colt’s hole to stretch even wider. Each thrust felt deeper than the last while the smacking sound his balls made grew even louder. It was no wonder as they swelled bigger and fuller, producing more testosterone than ever before. Meanwhile Colt’s moans grew even needier, not just due to the increasing girth of the cock inside him but, because his own dick and balls were shrinking. Yet for some reason it felt incredible to him! It wasn’t long before Jordan found himself fucking with an 8.5 inch monster between his legs while Colt’s new and slightly under average cock bounced with every slam into his ass. They’d swapped dicks!

So far the only changes they’d actually been able to see were the ones to their hair and facial hair but that was about to change as a distinct tingling sensation spread its way across the two men’s faces. It soon became obvious what was happening as they both began to scrunch their faces up in discomfort. It was all due to their features rearranging. Jaw’s reshaping, noses remoulding, eyes shifting slightly. Jordan’s face grew sharper and more defined with a mature and masculine look while Colt’s began to look younger and softer and an opposing delicate look. The changes refused to stop until Jordan’s face looked identical to what Colt’s had once looked like before all this and vice versa. By this point Jordan looked like a small and skinny version of Colt while Colt himself looked like a huge muscle bound version of Jordan. But that wouldn’t be the case for long as the next wave of changes began to settle in…

There was a growing heat that spread itself across both of their forms. It engulfed both men in what felt like a warm embrace as it began to massage their bodies gently. It took a moment or two for the actual changes to kick in but it wasn’t long Colt’s body began to shrink rapidly. All of his huge, hard earned muscle began to fade away. Pecs, biceps, shoulders and thighs all being drained of their muscle mass. Everything diminished in size all at once. Even his height seemed to be reducing as his once imposing 6’4 statue had dropped below 6 foot and was still falling.

Jordan on the other hand was having the time of his life! Still being forced to stare into Colt’s eyes but pounding away like his life depended on it now. Getting so damn excited as he could feel his own body starting to swell up with new muscle. His once skinny and toned arms engorged with newfound strength and size while his chest heaved forwards with strong meaty muscle, forming a pair of hefty hairy pecs that only continued to grow. His legs inflated to the size of stone pillars, thick and powerful to match his new feet. Even his shoulders slowly formed into giant boulders while his back and torso grew wider to accompany his inflating pecs. Even his supple twink butt enlarged to the point of having into a muscular jock ass. And of course Jordan’s height sprang upwards inch by inch.

At one point the two men were the same size but it didn’t take long for Jordan to surpass Colt. His muscles ballooned bigger by the second. “Holyyyy fuuuuckkk!” Jordan is able to moan out as he felt his pecs grow to the size of watermelons before bouncing them involuntarily, unable to stop hulking out. His growth only came to a halt at last when the man beneath him had finished shrinking into a skinny little twink with only the tiniest bit of lean muscle. With that Colt was left looking like a smooth 5’6 twink while Jordan had finally become the 6’4 hairy muscle tank of a man he’d wished to be!

At last the purple glow faded from their eyes, releasing them from the forced gaze and allowing them to look down at their new bodies. A massive grin formed on Jordan’s face as he glanced down to see the enormous physique he now possessed while Colt looked more confused than anything. He probably would’ve freaked out more if the feeling of getting drilled by Jordan’s giant cock didn’t feel so amazing.

“J-Jordan… oohhh-what… happened to oouuuu-us!?” Colt asked frantically between groans. “Why do… Oouuuughhhhhh… you look exactly… like me!?” He continued, noticing the higher pitch of his voice. Confused but also strangely turned on by the fact that he was now being fucked by his identical twin. Or at least a man who would’ve been his twin if he wasn’t so small and skinny now.

Jordan gave a cocky smirk with his new face. “Because this is how it was always meant to be! Me, a huge powerful muscle daddy with a hot hairy body and a monster dick made for destroying ass.” He brought both arms up into a flex, delighting in the sight of his biceps bulging before groping one of his giant hairy pecs a little. All while continuing to slam in Colt’s ass with enthusiasm. “And you, a cute little twink boy who struggles to put on any size and loves getting dominated by men like me…” Jordan sneered confidently, loving how deep and authoritative his own voice sounded now while stroking his new beard a little. Before Colt could even think about protesting, Jordan leaned down and kissed his former face with an all consuming passion.

After that the new hunk got down to business. Pulling his dick out for a moment so he could grab Colt like a rag doll and flip him over onto his stomach. He’d never been able to man handle a guy like that before but by god did it feel empowering! Colt hardly had a chance to say anything before the body snatcher pressed his face down onto the bed sheet and shoved Colt’s former dick back inside his hole. Colt let out a long moan. One part of his brain was telling him this wasn’t right but the feeling of getting filled so completely by the very same dick he used to own was too good to ignore! He knew he should be begging for his body back right now but all he wanted was to be dominated by all that muscle he’d built and have his former balls unload inside him.

“Oh fuck yesssss Jordan! Breed meeeee!” Colt begged and moaned. After the whole transformation ordeal they’d gone through, both men were already on the brink of orgasm. And yet for some reason Jordan stopped.

“No, no, no. I’m not Jordan anymore. You are. If you want my load you better start calling me by my real name. Colt.” Jordan demanded, shifting his cock around inside the other man’s ass a little but refusing to pump again until his demand was met.

Colt hesitated for a moment. Did he really want to do this? Would he be forfeiting his body if he did? He didn’t ponder for long however as the larger man shifted his cock around inside again, causing Colt’s resistance to crumble. That was it. His instincts took over. “Fine yes! You’re Colt! I’m Jordan! Just please fuck me!” He pleaded.

A large grin spread across Jordan’s face upon hearing those magic words. He immediately used his new strength to push Colt’s face back down into the sheets before pounding into him once again with all his might, roaring and flexing as he did. He couldn’t stop admiring his new body while basking in all its size and power. All the while knowing full well that from now on nobody would mistake him for anything other than a dom top! That from now on everyone would see him exactly as he saw himself. A man who wanted nothing more than to destroy the ass of every hot guy he saw! And as a bonus, Colt certainly wouldn’t get mistaken for anything but the slutty bottom he was either.

Soon enough the hulking man let out one final passionate roar before finally unloading his heavy new balls. His cock shooting streams of cum inside Colt’s ass like a jet and seeding the smaller man’s hole. He let out a long sigh of relief before collapsing on top of Colt in exhaustion. Pinning the new twink under all his muscle and weight while his cock remained buried deep inside that ass. The feeling of which was enough to make Colt shoot his much smaller load as well, dampening the bed sheets underneath them both.

After a few minutes of silence and processing, the new bodybuilder sized hunk pushed himself up and off the bed, allowing the other man to move again. “This was fun Jordan but you’d better get dressed and head home. After all this is my apartment now…” Jordan smirked as he made his way towards a mirror while riding the high of knowing everything Colt was and had now belonged to him. Even though he just blew a load his dick found itself twitching again when the reflection he saw shining back at him was that of a manly big dicked meathead. Perfect. “Unless you’d rather stay and become my personal bottom bitch from now on?” He raised an eyebrow in Colt’s direction.

There was some conflict in Colt’s eyes for a moment as he weighed the idea out in his head. But in the end he came to the conclusion that, just like Jordan, this is pretty much what he always wanted. To be seen as a cute bottom. He only got so huge and buff because of the pressure from his father and friends. But deep down this is always what he’d wanted to be. “If being your ‘personal bottom bitch’ also includes being your boyfriend then I’m in… Colt.” He stated, still a little weird out at calling somebody else by his own name.

Jordan smiled. “Well it’s a deal then.” He gave his reflection one last look over before returning to the bed. He’d definitely be inspecting it more later but for now he and his boy needed to spend a little more time getting familiar with their new selves. And by that he meant he was going to smoother Colt between the huge hairy pecs he used to own until he blew another load.