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Season 3

Spontaneous Change: Fall Jogs

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Kelly was in her garage. She still lived at home while she went to college, and in her yoga pants and tank she got ready to go for a jog in the slightly warmer weather for this time of year. As Kelly went to open the garage door, Kelly felt a weird sensation take over her body.

Her body began to cramp and seize. Her feet began to pulsate, as they began to tear the top and bottoms of the shoes. Her body began to get larger and bulkier, as her lean muscles were pumping and expanding.

Her chest deflated, and filled with muscle, as her tank top fell off. Her legs began to thicken and build muscle, as her yoga pants began to tear. Her thighs expanded, and her ass hardened as hard earned muscle swelled on her once petite body.

Her height was now over 6 feet, as her face began to angle out and take on masculine features. Her nose broadened, her chin squared, and her lips thinned.

Her hair went from red to dark brown, as it receded swiftly into her head. Kelly let out a deep cracked moan, as she felt her new cock and balls settle between his thick muscular legs.

lan grunted, as the changes finished. He looked confused and bewildered as his former clothes were torn to shreds showing off lan's rock hard body. "Fuck, this isn't good" lan said seeing he was naked in with the garage door open.

He quickly found shorts, and shoes near the laundry in the garage he found himself in. And like so many people affected by this weird phenomenon, he goes off for a run and has no idea who he once was.

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A Business Acquisition (FxM Body Swap)

Another story from the world of business.

Malik Jalili had a gym trained body worthy of a model (and a face to match), so it always surprised people to learn that he was a lab tech- or at least, that he was trying to be one.

His interest in physical fitness stemmed from with his desire to help others live their best lives, a drive that had carried him all the way to a master's degree in biotechnology… one that didn't wind up doing him much good. Unfortunately, he graduated into a horrific recession wherein financial shortfalls across the medical tech industry caused widespread hiring freezes on research positions, sales representatives, even secretaries!

In order to get his foot in the door at a respectable company, Malik was forced to take the only opening available to him: lab rat.

He wound up at Labneur, a once-prestigious research company that was responsible for a few revolutionary pieces of medical technology… as well as a string of failures that had sunk the brand's reputation. One of their projects was entering into the testing phase and they needed a sturdy human to experiment on- which meant the test that got Malik in the door at Labneur wasn't an aptitude test, it was a physical. The time he'd spent studying biotech and building his resume wound up being less important than the time he'd spent in the gym building up his physique, because apparently having bigger muscles meant he would be more insulated when he inevitably got electrocuted by something.

The project he was assigned to was something of an ugly stepchild for the company, an under-funded endeavor staffed by a skeleton crew of only two scientists (chubby Indian immigrant Dr. Chandrah and rail-thin bespectacled southerner Dr. Osborne) who'd been shoved away to a shoebox lab hidden in the bowels of the Labneur headquarters. Malik almost turned it down, deciding that maybe he wasn't that desperate, but his passion won out in the end.

Malik had gotten off to a rocky start there- his bosses had taken one look at the strapping hunk and assumed that someone in the hiring department was playing a prank on them (Chandrah even questioned if the company was trying to cut corners by paying a stripper rather than hiring a new employee) but when Malik insisted that no, he was there to work, the scientists were all too eager to hook him up to their machine and poke and prod at him. And once they discovered that the pretty boy hire had a brain, they were happy to give him an unofficial "promotion" from test subject to intern.

The young man turned out to be exactly the thing that Chandrah and Osborne needed- a fresh set of eyes, and a strong pair of hands to do the heavy lifting around the lab. With his input, the trio were able to make incredible progress on their device, and they were convinced they were going to change the world. But the world of business is rarely kind to idealists and after months of happy development, a problem reared its ugly head.

Due to declining profits, Labneur had been sold to Raynforest (a mega conglomerate with fingers in every pie looking to branch out into a new industry) and like every corporate acquisition, their first move was to downsize. The new panel of executives would be personally reviewing every project that Labneur had in development, and if they didn't like what they saw, they'd pull the plug with no remorse. Horror stories were already circulating internally about decades of work being deleted after a fifteen minute meeting and employees being thrown out on the street; the words "tax write off" seemed to echo through the empty halls.

So naturally, Malik was very on edge when the day of his beloved project's review arrived.

The woman doing the review did little to put his nerves at ease. From the second Terry Walker stalked into the room wearing a power suit with fiery red hair pulled back into a tight bun (not a hair out of place), it was clear exactly what kind of businesswoman she was. The stern way that her icy eyes scanned the room from behind her glasses (cataloging every single detail of the messy laboratory) was borderline terrifying… although she did crack a smile when she made Dr. Chandrah flinch just by calling his name.

The director seemed to regard her new employees with the same regard she'd give gum on the bottom of her shoe, although she did take a second to scan Malik's body up and down with her eyes. He shuffled awkwardly and pulled his lab coat tighter around him- he'd tried to cram in a workout before the meeting in the hopes that it would alleviate some of his stress, but it had just made him late, and he'd barely had time to throw the lab coat on over his gym clothes before the director walked in the door. (The cut of the garment meant the tops of his hairy pecs still peeked out, but hey, it was better than nothing.) After a moment, her eyes moved on and settled on the invention sitting on the table beside him.

The contraption was a large metal cylinder roughly the size of a fire hydrant covered in blinking lights with a front panel thrown open to show off the complicated array of wires that made up its insides. Further wires snaked out from access points on the outer shell, connecting it to various computers and sensors around the room, and two conspicuously large antennae (each tipped with a strange, porous rubber ball at the end) jutted out vertically from opposite sides of the machine. Strange to look at, but the culmination of years of intense development.

Director Walker was not impressed.

"Look, I'm on a tight schedule today and I don't like when people waste my time," she said, glancing at her watch and spinning one of her hands in the air in the universal sign for hurry the fuck up. "What's the point of this thing?"

Malik, who was legally just a product tester, kept his mouth shut and waited for one of his senior coworkers to speak up. Dr. Chandrah and Dr. Osborne glanced at each other nervously, their eyes communicating a silent conversation that only made sense to the two of them, and apparently Chandrah lost because he started the presentation off.

"This incredible piece of technology that you're looking at is the first ever fully functional neurological-data-transmitter," he began, stammering over a few words until he rubbed his hand over the shell of the machine (like one would rub the hair of a prize pony) and soothed some of his nerves. "By creating maps of the neural pathways in the human brain, we've discovered a way to detach the abstract consciousness of a person and superimpose it onto the physiology of another, effectively allowing a person to use someone else's body as if it were their own."

"We're still refining the hardware," Osborne continued, gesturing to the large metal dome of the device. "Getting it down to a smaller, more energy efficient model and reducing the physical strain associated with usage, but it's almost flawless in terms of functionality. The implications of this technology are endless, we've- we've created the ultimate tool of understanding!"

"Thanks to the neuro-transmitter, a man can walk in another man's shoes," Chandrah paused, then waved his hand grandly at Director Walker's feminine body. "Or, I suppose, a woman can walk in another woman's heels. Imagine how much there is to be learned from that! A doctor could switch with a patient and diagnose their symptoms from the inside. A chronically ill person could get a respite from their pain. And there are so many other revolutionary applications!"

When they were done, all she did was raise an eyebrow at them. "A body swapping device? Fascinating…"

Though she was difficult to read, the scientists took her words as a good sign and beamed with pride. Malik nodded his enthusiastic agreement- as eccentric as his co-workers were, he felt they'd done a great job of selling the importance of the device.

But unfortunately, the woman wasn't done with her thought. "But what I'm struggling to understand is why the company should continue funding the development of something that already exists and is readily available on the market."

The smiles faded from their faces and the neuro-transmitter's developers exchanged confused glances with each other, another silent discussion taking place as they tried in vain to figure out what she meant by that. When none of them spoke up, Director Walker sighed and rubbed at the bridge of her nose.

"Don't any of you read the news?" she asked, a note of exasperation in her voice. "Kim Shinwei? Bod+E? His company already has body swapping technology and they've been selling it for almost a year now."

At the mention of Kim Shinewei's name, seemingly out of nowhere, Chandrah slammed his hands down on the table so hard that the device shook and Malik had to steady it with his hands. His sudden outburst caught everyone off-guard and everyone (even Director Walker) jumped.

"Kim Shinwei is a hack!" the short man exclaimed, the others staring speechless as he began to rant. "His so-called nEuRoLiNkErS are a glorified party trick, he cut so many corners in their development that I'm shocked they even work at all. Those cheap pieces of plastic short range and can barely maintain a connection for more than a day, comparing them to what our neurotransmitter is capable of is an insult. It's apples and oranges- no, apples and cow patties. It's absurd to even-"

"You can stop talking now," Director Walker said, and though she didn't raise her voice, the sheer ice in her tone was enough to cool Chandrah's raging anger. He shrunk meekly back and the director cleared her throat, tugging at her jacket to straighten out some imperceptible wrinkles. "I'm sure you scientific types could spend all day listing minute differences between the the tech but you can't deny that the two products serve a basically interchangeable purpose. And he did it first." The director tapped the side of the machine and stared at it thoughtfully, a hint of another frown tugging at her lips. "As incredible as you claim your technology is, this is a business, and you can't expect me to sell a giant tube- especially with the current price tag attached. Too much investment for not enough return."

Walker shook her head. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to shut this program down."

All three men's hearts sank to the floor and shattered at the same time. Years of research and a groundbreaking invention, all gone in less than fifteen minutes of a meeting. Director Walker didn't seem to care at all though, and she tapped away at her phone as she continued talking.

"And of course that means that the three of you will be terminated once the paperwork is filed- should be by the end of the day unless those idiots in HR slack off again. Don't worry about cleaning out the office, everything here is Raynforest property anyways, but you will need to return any research or assets you may have in your possession so they can be incinerated- tax reasons, you know how it is," she shrugged and reached over and tapped a fist on the neurotransmitter, knocking its metal exterior idly. "This thing will be trashed, of course."

Chandrah gave out a strangled cry, and the sound drew another smile out of Director Walker. Osborne began rubbing the other man's back, trying to soothe him as he sucked in deep, shuddering breaths, and Malik had to do something.

"Ma'am, I'm not sure you understand how valuable this technology is," he spoke up, but the sour expression on her face made it clear that saying anything at all had been a mistake.

"I'm not going to be lectured by a lab rat," she said flatly, pursing her lips, and then she crossed her arms and tapped her foot. "Frankly, as far as I’m concerned, this whole body switching nonsense is a fad. What's the point of any of it? Kim Shinwei has tricked a couple of rubes into thinking that playing around with someone else’s face is fun but it’s a novelty, nothing more, and when the market for it collapses after a few years there will be nothing left to show for it except a lot of wasted time and money.”

"What if we could cut you a deal?" Osborne suddenly said, and all eyes went to him. He patted Osborne on the shoulder and took a step forward, a curious glint in his eye as he processed whatever new plan had come to his mind. "Something that will make you love the project as much as we do."

"A deal?" Director Walker guffawed, not even bothering to hide how ridiculous she found the idea, and shook her head at the man. "A deal implies you have something to offer, and from where I'm standing it doesn't seem like you have much."

"We have him," Osborne shoved Malik and the young man stumbled forwards a few steps, landing awkwardly between the senior scientists and Director Walker. The southern scientist ran a hand through his wild brown hair and gestured towards his lab assistant, though he was looking right at Walker as he spoke. "Test out the machine by switching with Malik and spend some time in his body. Trust me, you'll like it."

"What?" Malik and Director Walker blurted out at the same time. Their eyes met in a moment of shared confusion- what the hell were these two talking about?

Dr. Chandrah seemed to understand though, and he rushed up beside Malik and gleefully addressed Director Walker. "Yes! That's a brilliant idea! We've been testing the device with Malik for months now and it's always incredible. Spend a bit of time as him and you'll love this device as much as we do!"

He reached over and slapped one of his hands across Malik's belly a few times, meaty thwacks echoing through the room as he hit the man's firm abs. Malik, shocked by how forward the man was being, tried to pull away, but he found himself flanked on the other side by Osborne, and the two held him in place in front of Director Walker. The woman's eyes were glued to him, and they ran up and down the length of his body appraisingly.

The pieces fell into place and a sinking feeling came to Malik's stomach.

Because the company had only provided one test subject for a device designed to work on two individuals, Chandrah and Osborne had been taking turns testing the device with Malik, and they hadn't been shy about how much they'd enjoyed it. Malik was significantly younger and more in shape than his coworkers, and they would routinely spend hours inside of his body absolutely making a meal out of their time as him.

Neither one of them had anything close to abs and they were endlessly fascinated by Malik's- much to the chagrin of Malik, who had to proofread the reports they typed up with one hand while the other was glued to his stomach. Osborne found out that he could hold a thick dry erase marker in the valley between Malik's pecs and started storing one there, just for the novelty of it, and the paint on the top of one of the door frames was worn through because Chandrah was so excited whenever he got to be tall that he insisted on slapping it each time he passed through.

The hunky lab rat had put his foot down and established some rules about how they were allowed to play around with his body. Going shirtless was allowed, but pants had to stay on, and neither one of them was allowed to interact with his privates except during strictly timed bathroom breaks- and to their credit, the men were generally respectful of the boundaries he had set. (Except for the time he walked in on them using a protractor to measure the degree of curvature of his ass.)

After months of hearing his coworkers rave about how wonderful they felt whenever they switched, Malik was aware that they viewed his body in a,,, particular way. He was handsome, he was young, he was ripped, and he had a nice dick- it sounded cocky when it was all laid out like that, but those were just the facts. But it had never occurred to him that this might be something his coworkers would try to commodify. That a chance to play around with the hot hunk of flesh they kept around the office would be considered a suitable bribe for a powerful executive.

His senior partners were, effectively, pimping him out right now.

And the worst part was, if it meant saving their project, he'd go along with it.

From the look on her face it seemed like Director Walker was mulling the option over in her head, and Malik gritted his teeth and decided to go for it. He slipped his lab coat off and stood there in his gym clothes- a tight sleeveless grey tank top and some thin jersey shorts- but despite still being fully dressed he felt more naked and exposed than he ever had. Everyone in the room was staring at the carefully sculpted muscularity of his body, and he puffed his chest out and flexed his thick arms.

"Aren't you at all curious about what it would be like to be a man?" he asked, putting on his swarthiest expression (even though he was dying inside) and trying to make himself look as appealing as possible.

Director Walker's face was hard to read- until she licked her lips and smiled.

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Just like the development team promised, the switch went off without a hitch. When Walker and Malik opened their eyes, their irises burned electric blue (a strange side effect that affected swapped individuals they hadn't been able to eliminate), but through those eyes they could see their own bodies. Chandrah and Osborne beamed at each other as they watched the duo slowly adjusting to their new forms.

As an aspiring researcher and a current product tester, Malik's immediate reaction to being switched into a woman's body for the first time was "wow, we're going to get so much great data out of this."

Director Walker's response to being switched into a man's body was a bit less scientific.

Malik looked across the room towards his real body and saw the woman in control had pulled out the waistband of his shorts with both hands and was staring down at what was inside with a strange look on her face. She shifted his waist to the left, then to the right, tilting his head with fascination, and then she began to rapidly waggle his hips from side to side. A slapping noise echoed throughout the room, and a sliver of a smile appeared on her new face.

Malik shifted, subconsciously, and took note of the empty space between his legs. Out of a sense of turnabout, Malik took a glance down at his new body, and found that Walker's not-inconsiderable breasts blocked much of his field of vision. The young man was too much of a gentleman to bring his hands anywhere near them (nor was he particularly interested in that sort of anatomy), but he did venture to put a hand on his new belly and he found it disappointingly soft and paunchy. In a way, Malik was almost more upset about how out-of-shape this body was than how female it was.

Walker was still staring down the front of his underwear, seemingly mesmerized by its contents, and Malik cleared his throat awkwardly to remind her that she still had company. The woman with his body glanced up at him and rather than being ashamed that she'd been caught in such a compromising position, she took another lingering look back down at his crotch and smirked before releasing his waistband and letting it snap back into place.

"Well, I'd say we're already off to a promising start," she said- it seemed her new body was already improving her mood considerably. Leaving the bulge alone for a moment, she reached down and grabbed the hem of Malik's shirt and slipped it over his head, revealing his hairy brown torso to the room, and she gasped with delight.

Malik cried out in protest, but there was little he could do to stop the woman as she ogled her new body- or his coworkers, who were standing side by side speechless at the sight of their hunky coworker suddenly becoming an exhibitionist. Director Walker moved both of her borrowed arms in front of herself and twisted them up and down, examining, then she began to flex them, staring with hungry eyes as they ballooned larger. She barked out a surprised laugh.

"Mother-fucker," the male bodied woman's eyes widened with awe at the sight of the pumped muscles and she poked at one of them, the finger struggling to sink into the firm meat of his bicep. "I feel so strong right now. How is this possible?"

In a sudden burst of energy she seized one of the nearby tables, turning it into a makeshift weight that she lifted halfway off the ground to test her new strength. The contents of the table slid off and began scattering across the floor, but the director was too engrossed by the novelty of her new body to take any notice of the mess she was creating and continued happily pumping away, eyes devouring the way the muscles shifted beneath tight skin.

"Hey, be careful!" Malik cried out- he rushed forwards to try to stop her, but stumbled over his heels and had to grab on to another table to steady himself. "You're a lot stronger now."

"Clearly," Walker released the table (ignoring the way it crashed to the ground) and turned to face her old body, rolling her eyes in a bitchy fashion that looked very out of place on Malik's face. The woman's ramrod straight posture had travelled with her in the swap and she made his body look, for lack of a better term, like a square. "I didn't need a scientist to explain that to me- let alone a test subject. I just didn't expect being a man to be so…" her voice trailed off and as she glanced down at her new body, and she cupped the sculpted pectoral muscles that jutted out from Malik's chest. She squeezed them tight, as if testing how firm they were, and as she did so she licked her lips. "Different."

"Right, okay," Malik nodded, shuffling uncomfortably as he watched Walker using his hands to probe at his body. Isn't the guy in a woman's body supposed to be the one grabbing at his boobs? he thought to himself, but he figured it was better that the woman was using her hands to molest him rather than send an e-mail terminating his project.

Speaking of which- he glanced over at Chandrah and Osborne, still looking shellshocked, and he snapped his fingers in their faces to bring them back to his attention. The two shook their heads and tugged their lab coats in front of their crotches, which Malik politely pretended not to notice.

"Now, we should probably discuss logistics," Chandrah said, gesturing between the swapped duo. A longtime fan of body swap movies (something his coworkers made constant fun of him for), his eyes were glittering with excitement at the chance to play out one of those plots in real life. "If we're going to pull this thing off, the two of you will have to pretend to be each other, so I think-"

"What? Don't be an idiot," Director Walker cut him off with an eye roll, and he instantly deflated in the face of her sharp tongue. "Why on Earth would we do that? It's well documented that the company has been developing a body swapping device and that I'm the new overseer of the project, I'll just message my assistant to explain what happened and she'll forward notices to the relevant personnel. I've got a busy schedule and I'm not disrupting it for this."

She reached a hand out towards Malik and snapped a few times, gesturing impatiently for him to give her something, and it took him a moment to realize she probably wanted the phone that was tucked away in the suit jacket he was wearing. He pulled it out and she snatched it away from him (without a thank you) and began tapping furiously at the screen. Apparently a multi-tasker, she gave directions to the science team while she typed, her professional demeanor looking rather strange now that she was a shirtless man.

"I have work to do- and so do you two, since I haven't fired you yet. You're still on the clock on my payroll so I don't want you slacking off, got it?" She glanced up at Chandrah and Osborne and raised a bushy eyebrow expectantly; they nodded. Then her eyes flicked to Malik in her actual body and she frowned. "Although I'm going to have to insist you refrain from doing any extensive testing on your lab rat while he's in my body. I'd prefer not to be electrocuted."

"There's more to the job than being electrocuted," Malik protested- even when he had her body, the director still treated him like he wasn't a person. From the way she kept on typing it was clear that Director Walker didn't care what he had to say, and she didn't look up until after a "message sent" notification chimed from her phone.

She tucked it away into the pocket of her borrowed shorts and jabbed her finger at the real Malik. "And you, lab rat, are to treat my body like it's a multi-million dollar asset, am I understood? Hands to yourself, and if there's one scratch anywhere on me when I get it back then I'll have your big old ass in handcuffs before the ink dries on the sexual assault case papers. And no dairy."

"I understand completely," Malik nodded, wisely choosing not to add I wasn't interested anyways to the end of that sentence- it was nothing personal, but the body of a forty something business woman held little appeal for him. The less he had to think about the sacks of fat on his chest, or worse, the stuff between his legs, the better. "And I'd of course ask that you give my body the same courtesy."

"Oh fuck no," she laughed in his face, with his face, and she slid her big hands down the slope of his physique, teasing at the new muscles she now possessed with a suggestive smile. "I'm the boss here, I'm going to do whatever the hell I want and you can hope that you still have a job at the end of it."

"That-" Malik swallowed, suddenly very nervous about what she might do as him. "That hardly seems professional."

"Professional? I think 'professional' went out the window when your project gave me a penis," Walker snorted and reached down to grab the heavy bulge that sat at the front of Malik's shorts, squeezing the handful of flesh tight to show that it was hers, and a cocky smirk came to her face. "Speaking of which, I must admit, I'm impressed! I always figured if I were a man I'd have a big dick, so thanks for lending me yours."

She gave her new manhood one aggressive shake and then dropped it, brushing dismissively past Malik to stand in front of the S.W.I.T.C.H. device and examine herself in the blurry reflection of its polished metal. The men of the lab turned to face her and watched, speechless, as she placed her hands on Malik's waist and angled his body side to side as she admired the way his broad shoulders tapered down to his slim waist, only for his silhouette to bubble back outwards with his hefty backside. Her assessment seemed almost clinical, like she was assessing a new product, but there was a cold, calculating lust burning in her eyes that made it clear she was enjoying it as she reached down and palmed at one of his ass cheeks.

"Nice body in general actually," she remarked, tilting his torso back so she could get another look at his abs flexing. One of her fingers traced along the deep v on his waist that led beneath his shorts, and her voice was far too steady and professional considering how lewd her actions were. "I don't know why you're working here kid, with how much the company pays you you're the cheapest part of this operation. If you took advantage of your assets you could easily make double working the pole in a club."

"You know, I've said the same thing to him," Chandrah chimed in, and Malik shot him a stormy glare that had the rude man flinching again on instinct. That was one of advantage of being in Walker's body at least- his coworkers were finally scared of him. "Off the clock, of course, because I would never be so unprofessional on company time.

The disclaimer was unnecessary as it seemed like Walker couldn't care less about the other people in the room, too busy giving all of her focus to the makeshift mirror she'd found. One of Walker's hands was absently rubbing her new Adam's apple as she tilted her face side to side, appraising Malik's sharp jawline; he hadn't had time to shave in the past few days so there was a light dusting of stubble on his face which seemed to fascinate the woman.

"Maybe now that I'm in the boys' club I can finally get some respect around this company. First time I think I've ever been excited to go to one of these pointless evaluations…" She was flexing both of Malik's arms as she spoke, mesmerized by the movement of the thick muscles, and a masculine grunt rumbled up from her chest. "I can't wait to see the looks on the faces of those jackasses over in the resources division when I show up to our meeting looking like more of a man than they'll ever be! I told my assistant to have some men's business attire sent over to my office but it really seems a shame to cover up these pythons- I'll make sure to pick out something nice and tight so I can still show them off."

As she admired her physique, nasty grin appeared on her face- and that's not all that appeared.

"Um, miss, you have a- uh-" Osborne cleared his throat and pointed down. "A situation you might want to take care of before your next meeting."

"What do you-" Walker began to snap, but her voice died in her throat when she noticed something thick and hard doing its best to push through the fabric of Malik's gym shorts. Her hands flew up in the air and she stumbled back in shock, like she was trying to get away from the thing, until she realized that it was actually attached to her. "Oh!"

Without a trace of shame, she yanked back the front of the shorts and her borrowed cock sprung up eagerly, peeking above the waistband as if it were trying to greet its new owner. Eyes wide, Walker wiggled her hips side to side a few times, watching as the tower of flesh swayed back and forth, then she bucked forwards and backwards so it bounced in time and smacked against the base of her abs. Emboldened, she reached down and poked at it. Her finger pressed the erection down, the huge log twisting sideways like the hand of a clock, but when she drew her hand back it bounced right back up into position. A shiver ran through her body.

"I cannot believe I'm about to ask this but-" Malik's eyes squinted shut (from the way his cheeks burned, he was sure he was making Walker's face as red as her hair) and he tried to ignore the way Chandrah and Osborne's jaws were on the floor. "Do you need help with that?"

"I think I can figure it out," she sneered at him condescendingly and tried to tuck her new equipment back where it had come from, wincing a bit as she had to bend it sideways to force it beneath the fabric. The sight was still far from decent, but it would do until she got back to her office and found some other clothes. "I just wasn't expecting it to get that much bigger, that's all."

"Just- be careful with it, okay?" Malik said, staring wistfully at the pronounced bulge in the front of what used to be his shorts. Working long hours left him little time for a social life, let alone dating, so he'd sort of come to take his penis for granted; now that he was apart from it, he was really starting to miss it.

"Men and their dicks…" Walker muttered with an eye roll, and she patted at the dick in question possessively. "Don't worry lab rat, your precious manhood is safe in my hands. You'll get it back safe and sound later… after I'm done with it."

She tried to shuffle forward a few steps but because of the turgid mass of flesh in her way, she could only awkwardly waddle, and she had to spend a few moments fussing with her new tools until she found a position that allowed her to walk. Because of how thin the fabric of his shorts was, the outline of the thick mushroom head of Malik's cock was plainly visible as it rested against his thigh, and when Walker's thumb accidentally brushed it, she grunted. Something wet soaked into the fabric from the tip, and Walker had the biggest smile on her face that the men had ever seen.

"Congratulations gentlemen, this thing might have just earned you a funding increase."

And at that, she made her exit.

Osborne sighed longingly, his eyes on Malik's perky butt as Director Walker sauntered away with it. "Lucky lady…"

Malik sighed, but for different reasons. He just hoped that his dick would be on its best behavior- there was a lot riding on it.

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Season 2

New Adventures of Matt and Mike

Nadia and Michelle were two aspiring influencers who were tired of not having a large enough social media following. They had tried everything from posting consistently to engaging with their audience, but nothing seemed to be working. That’s when they stumbled upon a website that promised to boost their follower count overnight. Desperate to become social media stars, they decided to give it a try.

After entering their information and making a payment, they watched in amazement as their follower count began to soar. Within hours, they had gained thousands of new followers and their posts were getting more likes and comments than ever before. It seemed too good to be true.

But as their follower count grew, so did something else. Nadia and Michelle started to notice changes in their bodies. At first, it was subtle – a slight swelling of the muscles, a growth spurt in their feet. But soon, they were transforming right before their eyes.

Their chests began to swell with muscle, their voices deepened and took on a British accent, their hair became shorter and more styled. Their legs grew thicker and more muscular, their feet burst out of their socks and became manly. Their faces aged and reshaped, turning them into completely different people.

Nadia looked in the mirror and saw that she was no longer herself – she was now Matt Morsia, a famous fitness influencer known for his ripped physique and calorie intake posts. Michelle, on the other hand, had transformed into Mike Thurston, a popular fitness model with a massive following.

As Matt and Mike, the two friends found themselves embracing their new identities. They were no longer Nadia and Michelle – they were now powerful, confident men who commanded attention wherever they went. And with their newfound fame on social media, they were living the lives they had always dreamed of.

One day, Matt and Mike were getting ready to film a new video at a competitive pool. They joked around and goofed off in their matching speedos, flexing their muscles and showing off their incredible physiques. As they filmed, their followers watched in awe, commenting on how amazing they looked and how inspiring they were.

[henrycavbsc]

A True Husband

A prequel to my very first remake of an Interactive story: Verus-Veritas — A True Man

Jonathan got up off the bed and walked over to the mirror. It was hard to believe that only this time yesterday he had been Adam Beachfront, a scrawny high school student but now he was Jonathan Richards: head P.E coach, muscle god and married to the sexiest man on earth!

Admiring the view of his own perfect physic, Jonathan removed his shirt so that he was completely nude and started to make his pecs dance, triggering another erection.

"Down boy!" He teased, grinned and looked back up at his reflection. Raising his arms, he flexed his massive biceps coursing the head of his mighty manhood to reveal its angry red face resulting in a premature ejaculation onto the bedroom mirror. Smirking, Jonathan picked up his shirt and used it to wipe the mirror clean of his semen and headed into the walk-in closet to chuck the shirt into the washing hamper, that was when he noticed the black pants and hoodie, the very same clothes the guy who gave him the body-switching ring had been wearing. Kneeling down, Jonathan picked up the hoodie to investigate and held it up to his nose, it smelt of the very same cologne Tim had worn when he had come home yesterday.

"You figured it out then?" A voice came from behind. Jonathan looked up and saw his husband Tim standing in the doorway.

"It was you!" Jonathan proclaimed.

"Yes." Was all the handsome husband said, as he smiled back. "Though if I have to be honest, I didn't think that you would choose to become my husband. I expected you to become Mr Bugdale, the history professor. Not that I'm complaining mind you." He said, walking up to Jonathan in a slow smooth stride.

"But why?" He asked Tim, "Why give me this ring?"

"Why not?" His husband smiled gleefully and rested his head on Jonathan’s sculpted chest, while gently rubbing his dick with his right hand. "Jonathan - the old Jonathan - was never as passionate as you, in fact he hadn't even looked at me in quite a while, not since I became Tim...."

This took Jonathan by surprise, "Wait, you switched bodies with the real Tim Richards! Who did you used to be?"

Tim let go of Jonathan’s already hardened dick and, staring deeply into each other’s eyes, wrapped his meaty arms around Jonathan’s neck,

"Just some awkward wimp from our school that nobody ever noticed..." Tim told him. "But I always had a crush on Mr Richards, so I went to this magic store in town and this guy sold me this ring that allowed me to swap bodies with whoever I wanted....."

"And you switched with Tim Richards." Jonathan finished Tim’s sentence. He couldn't believe this handsome hunk of a man used to go to his school.

"It really was amazing at first," Tim explained. "Being older with such thick pecs and a beefy body most men would only dream of having, but after my third orgasm and the switch was permanent, the old Jonathan suddenly lost interest in me and distanced himself. Sure, some part might have to do with how obsessed I became with my own body and how often I wanted to have sex with him… but could you blame me?" The beefy hunk started flexing and kissing his own biceps.

"I couldn't switch back so I decided to give the ring to someone else. I'd been watching you for a while now and had seen the way you eyed the professors so I thought I would let you have some fun," he planted a kiss on Jonathan’s bearded lips, "I'm so glad you secretly had a hard-on for Mr Richards." Tim whispered.

"But who did you used to be....." Jonathan tried to quip in.

"Shhhh." Tim shushed him, placing his index finger on his lips, "do you want to keep talking, or do you want to fuck your man?" He asked Jonathan. That wasn't a difficult question.

Grinning, Jonathan pulled his husband with him in his strong arms and pushed him into the bedroom. Though he was still surprised about Tim being behind his "improved" life and body, there was no denying that he loved being Jonathan Richards, he loved having his muscles, he loved being married to this incredible hunk, and he loved fucking his husband senseless. Roughly shoving him onto the bed, Jonathan quickly removed the last of his clothes. Once his boxers were off, Jonathan couldn't hold himself any longer and plunged his meaty spear into Tim’s perfectly juicy ass.

Tim opened his mouth to moan but his hunk of a husband quickly shoved his tongue down his throat and began to kiss him. They just loved the taste of each other’s mouth. Their love-making went on for hours, causing the bed to shake and hit the wall violently. Eventually, both husbands came, causing loud passionate moans to escape their mouths and completely soak the bed in their sticky juices. Panting, Jonathan rolled off of his husband and Tim rested his head on his husband’s chest.

"I think we made a bit of a mess!" Tim joked, panting and looked up at his incredibly handsome husband. "So how do you feel, finally being Jonathan Richards?”

"Incredible. Like I’m finally a real man." Jonathan replied beaming and looked down at the beefy hunk whom he loved more than anything at the moment, "you?"

"Since you came into my life, like a proper and real husband." Tim answered and kissed him on the lips. Their hearts felt as if they were beating as one.

— A few weeks earlier — 

High school was divided into three categories: the popular, the bullied and the unseen, Alex Spencer was the latter.

He counted his blessings for that, being shorter than most other students in his class and slightly overweight, Alex could have easily been a target for bullies.

Unfortunately this blessing was also a curse as nobody ever really noticed him, the only person he ever considered a friend was a classmate by the name of Adam who he sat next to in biology. Once, they even sat together in the cafeteria at lunch and told each other secrets, like how Adam wished he could be as handsome as some of his professors, and how Alex secretly had a crush on Mr Richards, the P.E coach.

Jonathan Richards was a giant of a man and with short brown hair and a beard, and a body that would put pro bodybuilders to shame. Jonathan also had a husband who Alex was incredibly jealous of. His name was Timothy and he was everything Alex wasn't. He was tall and handsome, with beefy pecs and a firm bubble ass. But the most important part was that he was married to Mr Richards. Alex desperately wished that he was his P.E coach’s husband instead of Timothy, as he would make him so much happier… but he was just a student. Jonathan would never notice him, and he could never compete with Timothy. Even the girls at his school mentioned how attractive and perfect of a couple Jonathan and Timothy were, which only fueled Alex’s desire for what he didn’t possess even more. If only he had a body and life like Timothy Richards…

As the bell rang for lunch, Alex packed his bag and left his English class for the cafeteria, and that was when he noticed a poster up on the school notice board.

PART-TIME STAFF WANTED AT GILGAMESH'S MAGIC SHOP FOR OVER THE SUMMER. EMPLOYEES GET 50% OFF ON ALL ITEMS.

It wouldn't hurt to apply, Alex thought…

Not wanting to miss out, Alex immediately went to the store after school. It was a medium sized brown brick building with a black sign with golden lettering that said: “GILGAMESH'S MAGIC SHOP - FOR ALL YOUR MAGICAL NEEDS”

Alex stepped inside. It was actually quite a nice little shop, with shelves and walls decorated with all sorts of weird and unique-looking objects. It even had one of those bells on the door which rang when you opened it. "Hello?" Alex called out. Nobody was there, so he began looking around and saw an old fashioned mirror. He looked at his reflection for a second before the mirror surface suddenly rippled and changed. Alex gasped, as staring back at him was a much slimmer, much taller and more mature version of himself, complete with a beard. Nervously, Alex ran his hands up his body and as he did so, so did his older reflection.

"Hello." said a voice from behind Alex, causing both him and his reflection to jump and gasp. He turned around and saw a very handsome middle aged man in a suit walk in from the back room.

"I um... I came for the advertisement on the school notice board." He told the handsome man. "Are you Mr Gilgamesh?"

The man smiled and shook his head, "Unfortunately not. He’s my boyfriend but he’s currently out of town for some business. I'm just looking after the shop for now and sent out that advertisement for some more help. It’s stressful enough working as a teacher AND having to tend after a magical shop…" He explained.

The handsome shopkeeper looked over Alex's shoulder and into the mirror. "Admiring your reflection, huh?" he asked Alex and then continued. "You could make that reflection a reality if you wanted to, you know." Alex didn't know what to say. "Craving beauty isn't a sin, but there are many ways to go about it." He spoke like a wise man.

"Do you wish to simply become an older, more stunning version of yourself or do you wish to have the beauty of another?" Alex was at a loss for words. Was this guy serious or was he just fucking with him? "If you want the first option then I would recommend this," the shopkeeper produced a bottle of red liquid from behind the counter, "drink this and all your desires will be fulfilled, but if you do this then there might be some awkward questions to answer…"

Alex looked at the bubbling red vial anxiously.

"Which is why I would recommend this instead," the shopkeeper quickly switched the vial and handed Alex a small black box. Nervously, Alex accepted it and slowly opened it up. Inside was a beautiful silver ring with three ornate stripes engraved on it. "A simple body swap ring. Simply put it on and close your eyes, then say the full name of the person you want to be three times while picturing them in your head. Once you open your eyes you will have become that person and will obtain all their memories, avoiding any and all awkward questions."

Alex couldn't believe what he was hearing. The rational part of his brain told him this was most likely a con to steal his money, but then he remembered the mysterious mirror behind him and looked back at it. There was no way that could be a screen with aging filters. "How.... How much?" he asked the shopkeeper as his mind immediately went to Timothy Richards and began to imagine how it would feel like to own that big and beefy body.

"There’s something about you that reminds me of myself... So for you, no charge. Consider it a gift." The handsome older man smiled, as he ran a hand through his beard.

Alex thanked him and began to leave when he suddenly remembered why he had come here in the first place. "Wait, what about the job application?" 

"Tell you what, if your wish comes true how about you come back here to help advertise the store?" He suggested with another smile. “Just say Mr Wilkinson sent you and I’ll know it’s you.”

"Deal." Alex bowed and quickly ran out of the shop.

—

Alex stood in front of his bedroom mirror holding the ring in his hand. If everything that magic shopkeeper said was true then in a matter of minutes he could become Jonathan Richards's husband and have the body he had always dreamed about having.

Taking a deep breath, Alex nervously slid the ring onto his right index finger and closed his eyes. He pictured Jonathan's handsome husband in his head and said three times: "Timothy Richards, Timothy Richards, Timothy Richards."

Suddenly a warm sensation began to spread through his body as he became light, lighter than what a person his weight should weigh and leaned back against the wall for support in case he passed out. As the warm sensation spread to his chest and ass, Alex began to feel as if his muscles were swelling and enlarging. Suddenly he began to feel dizzy as a sense of vertigo struck his body and he had to place the palm of his hands against the wall for extra support. As he did this, he could feel his bare shoulders rub against the tiled wall as though he was growing taller - wait, he wasn't naked, and when did his bedroom have tiled walls?

Alex finally opened his eyes and was surprised to see that he was standing in a stranger's bathroom in front of a running shower. Staring back at him in the bathroom mirror's reflection was none other than the naked form of Timothy Richards.

Eyes widening, Alex looked down at himself and was greeted by the sight of a pair of large beefy pecs. Alex couldn't believe his eyes, his body was stacked with juicy beefy muscles!

Suddenly a wave of new memories from Timothy's life came flooding into Alex's head, such as Tim's childhood and his coming out. Freaking out, Alex ran out of the bathroom and into the adjoining bedroom that Tim and his husband slept in. It was a large room with cream carpet and a large queen size bed in the center. Clothes were scattered about the bedroom floor, and some he immediately recognized belonged to Jonathan. Even the smell of the room reminded him of whenever the sexy P.E coach would walk past him in the school corridors. The silence was interrupted by the ping of the answer machine.

"Hey hun, it's me," it was Jonathan’s voice, and he had called Alex by a nickname! "Just to let you know I'm heading to the bar to watch the game with Neil and James so don't wait up for me, love you tons!" He loved him! Alex turned away from the answer machine and came face to face with the bedroom mirror.

Staring back at him was a thirty-five year old hunk with tanned skin, rich brown hair and hazel nut brown eyes. His fat gut was gone and replaced by a hard muscle stomach, and his new memories showed that Timothy had been, or was a fitness model. His legs were strong and bulky which led up to a thick and gorgeous ass, but the most breath-taking part was his muscle pecs. They were large, juicy, yet so incredibly firm!

Now that he had recovered himself from the shock and settled in his new larger frame, Alex rejoiced in the fact that the ring had actually worked!

He returned to the shower feeling exhilarated and incredibly aroused, a feeling that felt weirdly familiar yet foreign in this new body. Stepping into the bathtub and submerging himself in the warm soapy water, Alex took this opportunity to fully explore his new amazing body. There was the slight scent of post-workout musk in his armpits that smelled heavenly.

Unable to control himself anymore, Alex found himself firmly grabbing onto one of his firm beefy pecs with one hand while the other one submerged under the water and began to masturbate furiously. It was slightly shorter than his former one, but so much thicker and pleasurable. Alex had never felt this good in his life, which caused him to moan out loud in pure unbridled ecstasy.

As he finally reached the grand final, he felt his entire body spasm as white sticky essences erupted from the water. His eyes briefly rolled over as he experienced the most amazing orgasm ever. "That was.... INCREDIBLE!" He found himself panting with Tim’s husky voice.

As Alex, or the new Tim as he would call himself now, finished cleaning himself off and stepped out of the bath, he remembered the deal he had made with the handsome shopkeeper. The first thing Tim would do tomorrow would be to go back to the magical shop and thank the man. But right now, HIS husband would be home in a few hours which gave him all the time he needed to learn about his new body, life, and home.

Exiting the bathroom, and not even bothering with a towel, the new Tim laid down on the bed to let himself dry naturally and waited for his crush-turned-husband Jonathan to come home - to finally make his fantasy into reality.

— A few hours later —

The wait was almost unbearable, Tim gave a sigh of relief when he finally heard the front door open. He had waited so long for this moment and quickly moved into the raunchiest position he knew of, with his legs spread high and “cheeks” fully welcoming. 

"Welcome back babe," Tim said to HIS husband as Jonathan walked into the bedroom slightly tipsy. He could tell that Jonathan was pleasantly surprised by the sight of his fully nude and oiled-up form.

"I thought I said you didn't have to wait up?" Jonathan said to him, as he walked over the cabinet and dropped off a few stuff.

"I know, but I just couldn't help myself." Tim told him seductively, as he beckoned the incredibly handsome P.E coach over with a finger.

"What brought this on?" Jonathan asked him, with the biggest grin on his handsome bearded face. He was clearly enjoying it, evidently by the rising tent in his well-fitted shorts.

"You’ve been working yourself so hard these last few months, I thought you deserved an award…" Tim told his husband, as he drew on some of the old Tim’s thoughtful personality and memories. Soon he was about to get his wish come true.

Grinning, Jonathan quickly got undressed and climbed atop his husband. All Tim could do was drool and run his hands all over Jonathan’s incredible muscles, before he was introduced by the hunk’s massive member. With one great thrust, all of his dreams came true.

Jonathan was even bigger than he had ever imagined, his girth and length squeezing and snuggling against every part of Tim’s inner walls. As Jonathan began picking up speed, Tim felt his huge testicals smacking against his plump ass. This was way better than any form of pleasure he had ever experienced in the bathrooms.

He wanted this to last forever, but Jonathan was not making it easy for him as the tip of the cock suddenly found his new body’s prostate. As his husband expertly slammed into his male G-spot over and over and over again, Tim finally found himself unable to control himself any longer. Tim let out a cry of pleasure as he exploded all over himself, letting load after load of semen flow down onto his muscle stomach. His entire body literally went numb, as a huge wave of pleasure swept over him. He saw the most amazing colors in his head as a few tears of joy ran down his cheeks.

Jonathan smiled gently and wiped the tears from Tim's face, before going in for a passionate kiss. Their make out lasted for a few minutes before Jonathan looked down between their legs and laughed. "Looks like we made a bit of a mess."

"I'll change the sheets tomorrow." Tim replied quietly, as his hands gently stroked his husband’s beard and cheek.

"Nah, leave it. I like the smell of you in it," Jonathan replied, before he climbed off Tim and walked towards the bathroom, his huge shiny member bobbing up and down happily. "Love you, hun."

Tim watched as his husband entered the bathroom and began showering, leaving him lying there on the damp bed and staring up at the ceiling, exhausted but content. "Love you too..." He replied quietly, “and I love this body…”.

The new Tim couldn't help but run his hands across his glistening muscles, as a joyous smile spread upon his face. That’s when he noticed the shimmering silver ring right next to him on top of the bed cabinet. He picked it up and examined it for a few seconds, before he decided to store it in the cabinet. Perhaps he would find some more uses for it later… but for now he was perfectly content with his new situation - being Timothy Richards, the beefy husband of the incredibly fit and hunky P.E coach Jonathan Richards!

Long overdue, but here it is nonetheless! The story I promised a few months ago! Thought I'd make it sort of a homage to my very first interactive story. Although my health has slowly been getting better and better every day, I can't promise if I'll be active again anytime soon. Maybe I'll try and post a few shorter captions here and there, but we'll see I guess... Anyways, I hope everyone's been having a great summer so far! /Verus

[henrycavbsc]

I was pumping my dicklet furiously all evening long. That happened because in this fucked-up fat retard body, I somehow found myself having this insatiable need to jacked this shit off. To make matter even worse, I jacked this puny dicklet to pictures of men that flooded my IG feed and Tiktok FYP. I legitimately on edge everytime I see fit, muscular man but somehow it never really brought me to release. I bet this is one other of this fat fuck magic, making me able to sustain myself on edge for hours!

And just like the past few days, I shot my load only went I saw him putting an update on his IG feed, showing off all my muscular glory as if it belongs to him for the entirety of his life, as if it was him who forged that body. To make matter even worse, everytime I shot my load, I literally can feel I lost more and more of my real memory while his stupid memory filled the blank spaces rightaway, making me inching closer to fully become him both physically and mentally. I was on a 20 days trip, I don't think I will need the whole 20 days to really lose myself

[henrycavbsc]

Isaac explained his type to Maya with great details, as Maya asked him to do. Taut model-like physique, hairs on his legs curled up but his upper body smooth with not even a scar, with classic Anglo-Saxon feature that makes the guy can pass as some Victorian era young nobility. His eyes should reflect the depth of his thought and looked like an English pond in the summer, calming and clear. Soft-spoken, matched with his grace and gentle movement that won't ever indicate any sort of danger or threat to anyone that come across him. Isaac wanted his ideal man to be lefty, just because it's unique, and at last, he wanted his man to be fully devoted to him and him only. Maya listened intently while Isaac revealed all that as he's busy typing his work, not even taking a glance to Maya. But once a sultry, manly voice coming out from the bed behind him where Maya supposedly lounged around, Isaac instantly turned around and found himself surprised

"Maya???"

"Well....yes, but not really, as you can see,"

"H---how? W--why? What the fuck is happening here?"

"I enjoyed your company a bit too much. Like, I'm so tired dating these dudes trying to find my Mr. Right when I have an incredibly smart, kind and attentive best friend like you that beat most of those crusty men I dated. So I said, fuck it, I'll be your man,"

"Have you heard how insane that sounded like, and how is this situation totally not something you encountered everyday? Like.....for starter, how the fuck you--"

"It's actually simple. Turns out my family have this kind of power that skipped generations that reemerged with me right after that last eclipse. The said power bestowed us the capacity to change physical form of ourself and the people that we exchanged bodily fluids with. In other words, not only I can change myself, I can change you too since we fucked that one time when we were still sophomore,"

"That....is wild. And I don't want to be involved in any of this. Please just change back, okay?"

"Oh cmon, you literally are having a boner while talking to me now. You like this, you want me, and I definitely want you to be my man. I mean, just imagine how crazy the sex we can have now that I can mold you into any of your wildest dreams too,"

"Maya, no. You are not thinking clear. What the fuck is this desperation? I cannot be your man, and you cannot throw away your life just like that for me. I'll hate myself for that, it makes me feel selfish,"

"Desperation? This is me being kind to you. I cannot help but notice how you've been dating not a single person since we graduated uni. You are certainly lonely so this is me---"

"What is that insane gaslighting you are doing? Stop all of this madness and for fuck sake, change yourself back. It's so jarring looking at you like that. You will always be Maya for me, whatever form you take,"

"No,"

"Okay, whatever. If you want to continue being a nuisance, please sort yourself out. Just.....walk around the neighborhood and clear your mind or something,"

"No,"

"Maya--"

"No, don't call me that! I'm no Maya. Gosh, I hated to do this, but freeze,"

And just like that, Isaac froze in his place with no way of moving a single muscle whatsoever. Then, Maya grabbed Isaac's head and chanted some intelligible words before letting it go as Maya goes back to the bed while waiting for the spell to unleash its full work. Like a breaking ice, Isaac's frozen body started to be able to get back moving and pulsing. It started from the fingertips, that gets thicker and hairier as his finger and both of his hand turned calloused from heavy workout while his feet stretched his wool socks and enlarged to a decent size 13. As blood started flowing once more, the veins in his arm thickened while his legs bursted with muscle and blond hair in an otherwise lanky former runner legs. This built his physique is turning into clearly doesn't belong to a runner. As the pumped blood causing the arm to swole closer to 19 inches, it also affected the shoulder that becomes rounder and sturdier. The long sleeve he worn earlier of course already tattered to pieces while his pants already ripped due to his now incredibly muscular thighs. As the change spread across his neck and torso from the top, his lower body parts perfected itself into a sick v-taper that leads to a snaking 7 inches perfection stuffed into a tight white briefs that left nothing to the imagination. His tiny waist contrasted heavily with his massive back and shoulder, showcasing an insane dedication to his craft which is clearly bodybuilding. When the whole body parts below his neck completed its transformation, he's now a towering 6'6" muscle beast, clearly looking down on most people including the rendered-in-awe Maya. Is this Isaac's deepest desire? Turning into a massive bodybuilder? The power she used on him is to unearth his deepest desire, so having a boulder cannon for a shoulder is clearly part of his deepest desire then? How is his final look going to be? Babyfaced brutal beast? Matured daddy? All will be revealed in the next couple seconds as the transformation move upward

His jaw hardened but his face turned into more square-like, with dirty blonde facial hair framed the angular jawline. From the way his face remained clear and not much visible wrinkle formed, this is definitely a young guy, probably the same age like Isaac's current age, but he can be wrong though. As the lips turned into a smirk, Maya knows that the change is almost complete and that smirk indicated that he enjoys what he sees so far. As Isaac eventually able to move, he's practically no longer Isaac, but an entirely different person altogether. Maya ensured that this new version of Isaac, Maya named him Rod, would be falling head over heels for Maya's new look

"Theo," Rod said in his gruffy voice

Well, that's a good name....

"Why are you not spreading your ass in bed already? You know I have to get back to work later at 1, time is tight so I need to breed inside you ASAP before having my lunch and then get back to work,"

Maya is in shock......Isaac's deepest desire is to be an assertive alpha or something? And it dawned upon Maya, or Theo now, that he cannot acted like brats or said no to Theo's order. Is this part of his desire too????

"You are always one hell of an obedient boy, that's why you're my favorite cum dump. Now say aaaaaa-----

[henrycavbsc]

Acting The Part

I was a film student, that means I had to play a lot of roles. Mostly, however, I remained the one behind the cameras. Why? Well it was simply because I was pretty humble... in my own words, others would call me shy and reserved.

I had a project coming up, a final film for the semester. Had to be within the genre we were working for an unfortunately for me that was romance. I was not good with romance, obviously of course. I was shy. So... that was why I partnered up with a few buddies, Chris, Tony, Danielle, and Skylar. It was an optional group project due to how big it was. Unfortunately one guy who was left out was Brian. A total douche, called himself a sigma and everything. Totally full of himself.

Saw himself being the star too, always was in the movies... although with his ripped abs, jawline, and general physique... it was obvious why he thought he would be in the group... so we started scripting. It went well at first, that was until Brian started butting in. Asked if his girlfriend could be the love interest. This was supposed to be a group project and so we said no, Danielle would be covering that part. He whined about it until Skylar came up to me to ask something. "Do we need Brian here?" He asked softly, so he didn't actually hear. He was off arguing with Tony again, Go figure.

"Well... I did have an idea..." I admitted. Of course this idea was also a bit rude. We would simply do the script without him. Meetup some times, make excuses. It worked for a while until he started to get suspicious. He was stupid but he wasn't that stupid.

About a week into scripting, everything was coming out well. We almost had it done and we even had a role for Brian! Now we weren't going to tell him until the day of, and seeing how he needed this for a good grade... he'd have to go along with it. Well that was what I thought until he stopped me on the way to a class. "Hey [Y/N], how's it hangin." He put his hand beside my head as I leaned against the wall. He asked a simple question, quite friendly too... if it wasn't for his threatening tone. "Been a while, started to think my film partner died. That would have been bad." He chuckled and let up a bit. "Why don't we talk about the script for a bit. "I uh..." I tried to speak up but he put his hand on my back as he walked me away from the class I had next.

"You say somethin? No? Okay well good, we're goin someplace nice and comfortable." He started to walk me out of the building and through the campus. Some people stared at us, I mean a star football player and some film student would draw some eyes. Eventually we got to the bleachers of the football stadium. It was super empty and due to Brian having a part time job cleaning the place he had keys.

We sat down on some metal bleachers near the announcer's box and he had me get out my laptop. "So, run me through the script. Last I heard I was going to be the star?" He smirked a bit. This would be hard to break.

"Well uh... I'll just uh... we made some changes but everything's still very flexible!" I tried to assure him. I started at where it would begin, a nerd getting bullied. The bully was played by... Brian. he wasn't too happy but was willing to hear me out. Then I went through the story slower, more cautiously to not offend the giant oaf. Stuff about the nerds banding together... having a fun time and ultimately the nerd getting the nerdy chick. Danielle was supposed to play the nerdy girl, Skylar wanted to be the main character. I would be the camera man and director. Brian looked annoyed. "So... this sucks."

"Wait what? What about it sucks? Is it just because you're not the main star? You know what'd be weird." I tried to fight back. It was partially my script.

"Lemme guess, your buddy Skylar wrote a lot of it." I looked down and did have to agree... so I nodded, Skylar was a great writer though! "Look man, I know you don't like being in front of the camera and stuff but this might be your last little movie, why not have fun with it? How is this fair to you at all?" Wait was Brian sticking up for me?

"I uh... I guess it's not... But I don't really like being the star." I looked at the bigger guy who was now being oddly nice.

He sighed. "Yeah, and I'm not sayin you have to be. I mean you gave me a pretty raw deal." Brian looked oddly sad.

I was always the one to make peace... god damn it... would I really do this? I had to... "Well uh... what would you propose to change that stuff?" I asked, nervous to what he would propose.

"Well, here's my idea. We swap some roles around. Make it better for all of us. Skylar can run the camera this time, he always gets to be in front of it." I nodded, Skylar could be a competent camera man... "Glad you agree, then I can take his role as a nerd and you can be the rival... hell maybe you can get your own babe out of it."

"Wait, what?" I looked at the big guy confused. Him? The nerd? No way. And me as the rival? How the hell would I do that? "I don't think that'll work. I mean we should cast for what we're good at and..."

Brian cut me off, "Yeah and I'm pretty nice, right?" I looked at him, he was looking me right in the eyes. I nodded, not wanting to be rude. "Exactly! So I should be given the chance to play a fun nice guy!" His smile was reassuring but I still had issues.

"Yeah but I really don't think people will buy me as a douchebag..." I sighed and scratched my head. It was true. I was smaller, weaker, and dorky as hell.

"Well, sure, right now you don't but trust me! I got some ideas that can help you! But it's what someone would call... method acting. Probably heard of it."

"That sounds like a dumb idea, I'll be honest. I mean... that'll just get me bullied.... more than usual at least." I sighed, feeling like this was going nowhere.

"Nah, trust me bro. I mean if you stick with me I'll vouch."

"But I barely have any classes with you aside from film related ones." I looked a bit confused. How would that work.

"Well here's the deal. I can talk to my professors, tell them you wanna do some stuff and I'm sure with a little flexing of my status... we can get you in for the few more weeks or months we have left of class this semester. It's not gonna be much, mister straight As." He was going to do that for me?

"I guess... I could see how this goes... I could use a break before my other finals..." I chuckled a bit nervously, which made him pat my back, almost flinging me out of my seat.

"There we go! Here's my phone number and..." He grabbed my phone and put his number and contacts in, "We should be good to go, send me a link to the script btw! Gotta work on that thing!

That night I sent him the link, and felt oddly nervous about this. I mean... it was like starting a whole new life! I hadn't been in front of the cameras in a while so that would be nerve racking too! Brian's advice was to "Not think about it." Seemed he could go his whole life without thinking about much.

The next day we spent working out, and working on attitude. His girlfriend Tori came over during some of it and Brian said it would be a great time to practice confidence. I didn't nail it. He had a good laugh though and she took it in stride. Overall a good Saturday.

The day after that we worked on some more muscle, while also just hanging out again... this time some of his douchey friends came over. He was saying this was both confidence and some experience training. Like being in job training. Eventually I somewhat grew accustomed to them. They all were charismatic and handsome too. I felt oddly at home near some of them, hell I even threw some insults back at them when they came my way. I wasn't great at it yet.

Day three of this shit and I was now walking around with Brian and his little group. Seemed most of them had the same classes. I got stopped in the hall though by a classmate. He tried to direct me to class but... as per a whispered instruction... I mocked him and his shit haircut. After classes we worked out, seemed like this was something I had to do... Brian and Tanner, one of Brian's friends who was more in on it, said this was to make me not sound like a dork when referencing sports and shit. Good reason...

My the next week I was already feeling the burn. Skylar and the others were a bit pissed at me for blowing off our group meetings for hangouts with Brian and his crew. I told him I was method acting and he should get off my case. Well he didn't take it too well. "Well maybe you should stop being in our fucking shit if you like Brian that much!" That was a bad insult.

I yelled back. "Well, maybe if you didn't try to hog the limelight all the time I wouldn't be doing this shit!" It kind of just came out of me. For some reason... Skylar looked a bit... weaker and smaller than me. "Besides, not like you could even carry a movie with that fuckin acne." I may have went too far, he looked pissed and I felt awful. He stormed off leaving me alone...

I had a party that night, at the frat. Brian noticed me looking down the entire time. Came to comfort me. "Bro, trust me. He deserved it. I mean he's always been pushing you back and the moment you try and get out there and have fun he tries to put you back down? Not cool, you know that."

"Yeah but... I don't wanna fuck shit up with my friends and all that." I said with a red solocup in my hand.

"Well... maybe you're better off without them. I mean the only one I see potential in is maybe Danielle." I nodded.

"Yeah, Tony is a nobody, Skylar is a pussy... And I was both. Still feel bad for Danielle." I had a crush on her before.

"Well don't go around pussyfooting. I'm sure we can change the script and as her to method act too! I mean how much fun has it been for you, Oliver."

"Oliver?" I laughed and looked at Brian, "Why'd you call me that?"

"Oh! Well I had an idea. Just a small one. I mean why not go by your character's name? You are supposed to be method acting!"

"Yeah... Oliver... that... works well." I smiled. I mean I did look like an Oliver now... or at least the character! I didn't know how but in retrospect god my body was wimpy. Now I looked fire as hell!

The next few days would be painfully awkward. Skylar would try and salvage the script, much to the annoyance of Brian and I. There were two sides clashing and I knew which one sounded better, Skylar was just doing this for himself. Eventually Brian and I started a secret document, included Danielle in there too. Got them over Discord on a call to talk about the newer idea. By now we had enough of the nice guy act. Brian thought it was way too soft... he pitched the new idea. "Why don't we, instead of doing whatever that little soy boy wants, do our own thing. Like... Why don't we do something where the bullies got some character."

Danielle was hesitant. "Well what about the others? And what would my role be?"

I had an answer already. "Well we need a camera man and Tony, by far, is the best of Skylar and him. I mean I could do it but I've worked pretty hard."

"[Y/N]..." Danielle sighed, She was getting tired of this.

"Dani, it's Oliver or Ollie. I'm taking it pretty serious as you can see." I smiled. into the webcam which I never used before... hell my whole profile changed. Near daily pics of me were my banner and icon instead of some anime boy.

Brian nodded a bit. "So, we want you in this film too Dani, you're a great actress but we want you to practice your new role. You'll be Ollie's bitchy GF, like a mean girl kinda thing."

"But that isn't...." She got cut off by me again.

"Look, Dani... I know it ain't your style but this isn't mine either. To be a star you have to make sacrifices, and playing the part is the thing. I already asked and Tori can help you get into role. And hey, we can hang more if you do... I mean if you want my place is pretty open." It was an invite to fuck. By now I was still a virgin, even if Brian tried to change that many times.

"Okay..." She finally agreed. Thank god this was getting annoying.

Eventually we got our crew together. Some guys from the soccer team for scrawnier nerds, some guys from Brian's crew to be our friends and... Danielle was coming along fine. My type had shifted a bit, especially now that I could have options... they were molding her real nicely.

Skylar soon got wind of our plan but by now it was too late to stop. I was getting ready for the first day of filming. I had my body in peak performance, all done up by one of Tori's friends. And he came over to yell at me. Not congratulate me. By this point I just had Alex, one of Brian and I's friends walk him off the little set we staged. Students would be happy to actually get in this film. I mean we were big stars around campus and we knew it.

People loved how I changed. I became a star. I mean... with my now blonde hair, scuffy facial hair, ripped abs, giant body... who wouldn't. Brian helped me realize something. I was made to be in front of the cameras. I was made to be a star. Danielle would realize that in time too.

As for the filming... it went spectacular. We all got great grades, hell... we started helping Tony out with getting better himself! I mean... we'd need it if we wanted to make more of these. It was a fun parody film... even if it was meant to be serious. The audience didn't get it but whateves. Wasn't my problem. I just didn't have to think too hard about it.

Within months I asked out Danielle, she said yes... of course. We became a new power couple. I urged her to join a sports team like I was doing. I started football like Brian. We did well as a team... also started power lifting and by god I was great! Danielle did gymnastics and by god was she flexible. Eventually I had my name changed. I was welcomed into Brian's family pretty easily too... so I adopted his last name. We were the Greene brothers.... started small with acting and sports but soon, through some modeling and commercials... we started getting big.

As for Skylar... who knows what became of that no name wannabe. He didn't take his shot. Maybe if he was more eager he could have ended up as a male model like Tony. Eh, not my problem. I just played my part and helped everyone around me. That's what being a star is for... you play your part and you like it... And I love it.

[henrycavbsc]

Caption Series - Leading Lad

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It was incredible what make-up artists could do nowadays. For as long as I'd been an actress I'd always seen stunningly impressive examples of what they could do with a few brushes and some prosthetics, but this latest stuff was blowing all that out of the water.

It all started a few weeks ago.

I'd just finished up being an extra on the set of some TV show. It wasn't the biggest part, but I had a handful of lines throughout the episode and was proud of what I'd done. It was my biggest part yet trying to break into the acting scene, so I'd really given it my all. It wasn't quite my name in glittering lights or the kind of thing that would be winning me an Oscar for Best Actress, but it was something.

My agent called a couple of days after the shooting wrapped to talk about another part. A big opportunity that could change the course of my career, or so I was told. I didn't exactly believe it, but I wasn't going to turn down work when I had bills to pay. When we got on the phone she was all talk about how there was this big action film coming up and she'd landed me an audition for the lead role and blah blah blah… It all sounded good, but there had definitely been something she wasn't telling me.

I was especially suspicious when she gave me some more details for the audition. My agent for some reason wouldn't tell me the exact part, only that I had to arrive at the studio an hour before the audition so they could "sort out my look to fit the role" or something cryptic like that.

An opportunity at a bigger job though wasn't something I was going to shy away from though. Weird as it all was, my parents hadn't raised a girl who was afraid of putting herself out there.

So along I went to the address my agent had texted me. When I arrived it looked just the same as most other audition set ups I'd been to in the past; a room full of people sat around waiting for their turn with the casting team. I did think it was a little odd how all of them were men, but could only assume I was here to read the leading lady part opposite some of these guys. It wasn't uncommon for a dual audition like that, so I shrugged it off and followed my agent into another room, filled wall to wall with make-up and fancy prosthetics.

"Ah! Our soon to be leading man." The artist said as I took a seat in the only chair in the room in front of a mirror.

That made me frown. "Leading man? If this is a trans storyline I'm not aware of I really think I'm not-"

He cut me off with a wave of his hand. "Nonsense, nothing as complicated as that. You're here to audition for the lead action hero of this latest blockbuster film, and help us test out some new technology whilst we're at it." The guy gestured at a realistic looking man's head on a stand next to me I'd previously paid no attention to. "That my dear, is highly classified technology, on loan from the military. The executives want to test how realistic it is, so if they can't pick you out of the crowd and you don't bomb the audition the part is pretty much yours. Leading man in a film like this, could take you places I'll say that." The guy nodded at me, then clapped his hands and gestured at the mask. "On with it though! We don't have all day."

I wasn't sure what to say to all that. Fancy tech? Military? It all sounded like the plot of a spy movie or something, not real life. There weren't high tech suits that could change your gender, not like this make-up artist was talking about. Were there?

I didn't get much more time to mull the decision over though, as the next thing I knew the empty but very realistic looking head from the stand beside me was being lifted up and placed over my own. I would have expected something like this to feel a little plastic in texture, instead it almost itched. Hollow with the eyes missing, that weird scratchy feeling of something so smooth looking continued as my hair was tucked inside and the masculine features slotted into place over my own. As it was properly settled down into place though, all of a sudden the itching feeling stopped and I couldn't feel my hair awkwardly pressed under the mask. All I could feel was the air in my shorts hair and the slight scratch of a beard against my jaw.

I reached up and ran a hand over my jaw, then blinked as I looked in the mirror. "Whoa, fuck-" I stopped when I heard the sound of my voice. "Shit, is that really me?" I said in the new deep masculine rumble of my voice. The disconnect between my face and the rest of my body was a large one seeing a man's face, so far away from anything I thought I'd be used to, but strangely not so bad.

"Ready for the rest of it?" The man behind me smiled.

I should have known it wasn't just going to be a mask. "The rest? There's more?"

The make-up artist nodded and walked over to a closed door on the other side of the room. He pulled it open to reveal a full suit on a stand. Thick, hairy muscle and a couple of tattoos, it was one of the hottest male bodies I'd ever seen. And apparently I'd signed up for it to be mine?

"Oh lord, what am I getting myself into?" I could back out and I knew it. But then, this was a small price for a life-changing role and I wasn't attached enough to my gender to give up potentially millions for being male for a couple of months. "Ah, let's just do it. What the hell."

~~~

18 months later…

I glanced over at the row of awards sitting on top of my drawers. I smirked, then reached a hand up and gave my hairy chest a squeeze. Seeing those trophies of my achievements on the film that gave me this body was another reminder at every turn what a life-changing decision that had ultimately been.

*Fuuuckkk, god my nipples are still so sensitive even with this tech…" I moaned as I pinched and squeezed my pecs.

A hold over from my previously female self, a side effect they hadn't been able to remove. Not that I was complaining since it just made all this hotter. Being a dude in general was hotter than anything I'd ever thought possible.

The whole shoot I'd kept the male suit on. It was just easier than the days it would apparently take to reprogram it for removal, so many I was. Spending my evenings getting to very firm grips with jerking off the new cock between my legs and all round letting the addictive feeling of masculinity overwhelm me. By the end of the several months of filming, plus all the advertising and press afterwards I didn't want to stop being male. It was just too hot, and the advantages over being a woman were huge.

So now here I was. Going by Leo instead of my old female name, and fully settled into being a dude. The role I'd thought was for a Leading Lady had ended up more of a Leading Lad, and I for one was now glad of that.

I already had calls for more roles in other films, especially when they were told about the suit and the capability to reprogram it for different male appearances…

[henrycavbsc]

Chauffer Swap

Another epistolary TF ! Cocky office worker to an equally cocky gym bro, trait swap + IQ Drain aplenty -Occam

Monday May 6th

Morning 

I’m beyond thrilled that I’m finally being looked at for a promotion. I’ve worked my ass off for this company ever since I graduated and I am not going to let this chance slip through my fingers. It’s such a good gig, in the week leading up to them filling the position they’re letting us use the company’s chauffeurs as just one little hint of the luxury this promotion will afford us.

At least, that’s what I thought before my driver arrived to pick me up and I saw what a slob of a man my driver was! I mean my word! I thought it was a prank or something else untoward! I’m sure he could tell too, I could not muster even a shy smile, nothing to do but grimace. God and that was before I got in! He must have just been an Uber hired or something because it smelled like a locker room in there! Truly vile!

God willing this is a one off occurrence, hate to get the oaf in trouble. Though judging by the state of his hygiene though he clearly needs to be taught a lesson somehow! I mean even with this job I couldn't afford to buy cologne enough to hide that stink- perhaps some dog-strength febreze- Ha!

Evening

Godddd fuck! The last thing I needed after such a stressful day was to be greeted by that animal’s face- worse yet, his SCENT! I underestimated just how grueling this interview charade would be. It is just one final hurdle to the big leagues though. I will leave petty contrivances like suffering through this unpleasant car ride behind.

Just to make the time pass with greater speed I put forth some small talk. Not like I could hold my breath near long enough to make a difference, and it couldn’t hurt to vent about what a hassle the day had been hm? After this though he started talking about himself and fwoh- could I not care less about whatever surely protein-fart based drivel or beer-brained diatribe he launched into. 

Perhaps this is unfair, I did not deign to listen to him. So perhaps he’s better than he seems. But who could blame me, sitting in that car was punishment enough to earn me tuning him out. And! And! For him to have the benefit of the doubt surely he could at least wear deodorant! Hm. Unless he is trying? God that would be depressing, to be so, ugh- I continue to hold out hope I never see him again

Tuesday May 7th

Morning

Mm, I simply must develop a better poker face if I am to continue to suffer in this odor for the week, god forbid even longer- I have prepared accordingly however, yesterday no one mentioned it at work but I swear I kept smelling it, him, all day? Same when I got home, just everytime I calmed down from work bam! I smelled this horrid car ride. I am bringing my cologne to work with me, I plan to put it at lest once more when I arrive at work.

It’s just, Why is this my problem right! I don’t know what his problem is, but I don’t see why I have to suffer because of it right? I should not have to deal with someone like this, he’s supposed to be working for me. I uh, it’s not like I think I’m better than him I just, well I am better than him. Hm, I lost my train of thought. 

Ugh, I keep spacing out today- I’m sure it has to do with my twice-daily rides with, hm. I don’t even know his name. It’s? You know I don’t care. I just need to take it easy, I’m not letting this fucking dude-bro pitstain of a man bother me this much! I’m getting my bag and he is not worth a second further of my, uh, attention.

Evening

I have a headache and I don’t know how it is his fault but it has to be. This whole thing is setting me on edge, I need to chill about Ben. That’s right Ben! I got his name, I actually told him about my headache and he told me that he usually meditates to clear his mind- which crazy that someone so, despite all appearances, mindful treats his body like a sty but- Well not a sty I suppose, or at the very least a well built one- 

Ah, that’s not quite appropriate is it. God he is hot though. Honestly sitting there just breathing in his, uh, scent, helped with the headache. Wait no, it was the meditation, God, why can I not stop thinking of his fucking B.o. My headache was gone but now I feel I’m beginning to run a fever, or at the very least I need to turn down the AC or something-

Better not affect my work tomorrow.

Wednesday May 8th

Morning 

Not gonna be a good one. I fucking woke up late which ive literally never done before! I barely got myself up and ready in time and didn’t realize until the car but I didn’t bring my cologne with me. It turned out to be the least of my problems however as when I got in his car I fully spilled my coffee all over the backseat. Hopefully this will mask his putridity because I now have to sit in the front with him for the ride.

He must know. He has to know it has to be some kinda sick, uh, fetish or something. Its untendable untenable. god get your shit together Jacob. Its so hard to focus on anything else now that Im sitting right by him. I need to talk to someone about this, fuck its like hes exposing his pits on purpose. He wants me to stare at him, i bet. Bet he gets some sort of sick rise out of me. Im sure him and all the other chauffeurs probably get together and jack off about how repulsive and, uh, strong they all are.

God Fuck! Get me out of this car im losing my mind! Need to, ill just get some work done on the commute, should help i think. God its getting hot in here again or something, so help me if this fucker starts actively sweating im gonna lose it

Evening

i just couldnt get anything done today i dont know what was fucking up dude? it was just so hot in there and i mustve forgotten to put deodorant on this morning, people kept complaining but i didnt even notice? i guess i was sweating more than usual, but like, it was so hot in that office and my clothes felt weird, tight almost. As if tho, lol im sure no one even really noticed that i was off.

OH speaking of, Ben really put himself together on the ride home today. He was wearing a button up and everything, must have seen how nice im living and got his shit together! Maybe ive been to hard on the douche? nah car still smelled like shit haha! Or i think it did? didnt really notice it until like halfway thru?

Fuck my clothes are so tight all of a sudden, godd its so hot actually. I look fucking huge in this tiny little monkey suit- almost like Benjamin ha- as if id stoop so low, even if i started getting massive not like id be dum enough to be on his level lol

Thursday May 9th

Morning

Fuckin couldnt find ANYTHING this morning dude! it was like someone came in and took or hid everything i need for work today. ended up having to just fuckin leave for the car without a suit jacket- pretty sure ive got an extra in my office tho so were chill there. mm probably shouldve shaved tho lol

Oh yeah the files! i had some reports that i needed to bring in but totally couldnt find them! Turns out benjamin had them the whole time it was weird, guess i left them last night. but he was like such an ass about it, like he knows anything though the uh, jock, jerk uh. hes actually dressed better than me rn isnt he. Finally threw on a dress shirt, surely inspired by me haha- pulling it off quite well too, his chest hair peaking up through mm-

Fuckkk dude my cocks kinda getting hard looking at him, starting to smell musty in the car too, wait oh shit i didnt even notice that it didnt reek when i got in! weird that its starting to stink now tho whats up with that, looks like hes finally noticing tho ha! its nice to see him finally react to how bad my uh, no how I GOD, how bad fuckin’ he stinks obviously. whatever, ive got more important stuff to think about.

Evening 

okay work was like, not fuckin chill today. idk what was up but like, every little thing i did today just wasnt good enough apparently like okay?? you know me, if something seems off clearly, fucking OBVIOUSLY it uh, i? god my head just keeps going blank i dont get it, im just. Huh, kinda smells like Ben all of a sudden, oh fuck lol my pits have completely sweat through my shirt-

None of this matters anyway though bro! Because i just had the BEST sesh with Ben after work!! honestly the work shit doesnt even bother me, shouldve seen me its like i am a natural at this shit i was getting a pump like ive done it a hundred times. im sure it smelled like a locker room on the ride home lol

OH! I didnt even say, it was all ben’s idea!!! he said the gym always helps him when uh, things get too hard to think about and fuckk bro hes so right. hes so, lol i almost said hes so smart- he definitely knows how to work out though, he kept helping me with my technique but im prety sure he just wanted an excuse to touch me- 

not that im complaining LMAO- every time he did it was like i felt myself getting stronger, and less worried about all those yes-man suit fuckers! hed adjust my arms and i would feel my biceps just suddenly pump larger, hed bump his hands into my pecs while spotting me and theyd just force the bar up even faster, wish hed just go ahead and grab my cock lol

theres time yet too- gonna crash at his place tonight! hopefully ill get to see him put his magic fingers and tight body to use cause fuck bro idk if it was the pump or what but i dont think my balls have ever been this blue, like any time i try to think about, oh ughh, work i just. mm everything in my body just begs me to fucking blow a load- 

Friday May 10th

Morning

fucker just went to bed early- got me all riled up and then i had to jack off alone. felt way better than usual tho, my cock seems bigger to lol, dk whats up with that. wanted to try again this morning but ben was just on my fucking ass trying to get me out the door 

i didnt have any of my clothes, duh, so i just threw on some of his, crazy how much they fit me? they even kinda already smell like me lol. he actually put a suit on which seems wild, funny that i look like a slob and he looks like some uh, fancy guy. Like i should right? uhh is my headache coming back? lol idk but looking at him in that fucking suit sure is making it hard to focus-

ben said i can just change n stuff when we got to the office, its why hes dressed up. ill go ahead and drive us and then hell just run up and get my clothes, idk if theyll fit tho? feel like im larger than i was for some reason- oh yeah my massive fucking pump lol- 

mh speaking of pump, maybe while hes up there ill have time to jack another one out, not like anyonell see or care ya? like its a problem im about to be the fuckin alpha of this company or uh, something. itll be done before hes back, only evidence will be cum stains on his clothes lol. ugh it smells so fucking dank in here i might just cum without touching it lol

Evening

shit man, dont know what i was doing? i feel like i was supposed to go into work today but ben says from now on im just his driver. which easy gig right lol? doesnt even care that i dont shower huhuh-

he got his big promotion today!!! he looked so smug and hot when he came down to tell me, and he promised wed have some fun about it when he got home tonight- just gotta drop him off at some stupid fancy dinner ill probably hit the gym while hes there. gotta keep it up or ill look like some fucking dweeb

plus that means ill get the car totaly filled with my bo- hell fuckin love that, after he gets a good whiff no way wil he not want to fuck then and there huhuh fuck, kinda needs to get that exercise in now that hes doing whatever bitchass shit they do all they day up there needs to give in and just fuck me finally its been so, ugh long and my balls feel so full, and im sweating so much god im fogging up the windows loli better be careful i need to keep it together until then urgh- 

god i just smell so fucken hot

[henrycavbsc]

Stripped: Part One

Tyger is the hottest dancer at Ponycolts, a gay club in Los Angeles that is known to have the best dancers in all of Southern California. And his biggest, biggest fan is Ned Flump.

Ned has spent thousands of dollars on Tyger Claw and he has a completely unrequited crush on the young dancer. He knows it's just an infatuation, be he can't stop spending that money. And here is again, on a Friday night, 8:30pm, willing to spend half his paycheck on his favorite dancer. Those pecs! That ass that's high enough to be a shelf! Ty really is the total package.

And Ty loves his fans. In that he loves their money. He often calls them "Walking ATMs," because he can just pump twenty dollar bill after twenty dollar bill out of them. It was too easy! But that's the way the world works, right? There are guys on top and there are guys who support the guys on top.

So he even wants that dollar Ned is holding. Even if the dude will try to wrap it around his thick dick. Even if it seems like it's glowing....

[henrycavbsc]

Donation Found!

Remember Ryder? The SoCal pretty boy who was depressed that his life was a vapid, superficial, and party focused existence? He contacted Turnaround Technologies to ask, nay plead for a new body and a new life. See his Donation Request Form.

If only it were that simple. Turnaround Technologies utilizes some of the most advanced science on the market. When a body is fully adjusted, it's a slow and sometimes torturous process! If it was as simple as switching brains, that would be one thing. But the subjects have to physically transform into one another, and then brainwaves are overwritten. Chemistry, genetics, biology, and psychology are all involved in this elaborate process.

So Ryder had to come up with the $325,000 fee. Luckily, he had money saved and he was able to sell off the red Mustang convertible and his yellow Yamaha Sport Bike to meet the target. The final straw was giving up the deed to his WeHo apartment. Don't tell him, but his donor bought the items! Isn't that funny?

Let's remind you of where Ryder is starting his journey:

And now let's the see information plate for his donor. I think he'll be very pleased! After this, he'll never have to worry about being surrounded by vapid, beautiful people and fending off pesky pool party invites! Yes, this is the ideal swap partner for Ryder.

Meet Dr. Pervus Fondler. And wouldn't you know it? Dr. Fondler was a doctor in Ryder's hometown! They actually know each other. The good doctor cares very deeply for Ryder and was pained when he heard about his current circumstances. He decided that his job as a physician meant he had to step up and give the ultimate sacrifice! You know what they say: First Do No Harm.

Donor Statement: While I am nervous about the process, I am confident that I will give Ryder a new future, one where he won't have to worry about all that vanity and his gym obsession. True freedom for the boy!

Thank you, doctor, for going the extra mile for your patients. Turnaround Technologies will prepare the Exchange Chambers. Both subjects will be stripped down and cleansed before being placed in metallic, moisture wicking bikinis while our technicians prepare for the process:

Now that Ryder is dressed and the drugs are injected into his system, it's time to introduce him to his generous benefactor. I hope he has a positive reaction to the kind of man he will become. Let's check in!

Patient Statement: No! Holy shit! No, not Pervus the Perv! You can't put me in that. Don't force me into that body! I'd be going from a perfect ten to a zero. Please! No... LET GO. Please, oh my God. No, I thought it would be another buff guy like me. I change my mind, I changed my mi--**UMPH HRRMPH**

It's not clear why Ryder objected so strongly to his partner. Maybe it was the shock of knowing who the doctor was from earlier in his life. At any rate, he paid the fee and signed the paperwork so there is, quite literally, no going back. Swaps of this nature are once in a lifetime and, of course, quite permanent.

Subject had to be forcibly gagged and sedated.

Add another $100,00 for the service. Ryder sure is going to pay a lot of money for his new life!

When he came to in the chamber, Ryder was pounding on the door. I think he was crying. His oversize genitalia were mashed against the glass in his silver pouch. It was quite the sight. When the whirr of the machine began and the paralyzing blue light hit, his eyes went crossed. He fell backwards and pumped his hips in the air. Well, the erection is to be expected. I've heard the process somewhat erotic, though painful.

It takes a couple days and the exchange unstable during that time, but I am happy to report the following:

Donor Report: I feel good. Very good. I'm probably going to move to SoCal, sort of take over Ryder's apartment. I'll probably start using his name now too. Don't wanna confuse people. I don't even have my old, perverted urges. I hope he's comfortable with the mental traits foisted on him. Oh... he wants to take picture of me? Ha, okay. I'll flex for $100. Recipient Report: What do you mean I can't go back *whimper* why do I feel so strange. I'm already out of breath. Give it back! What do you mean a name change is included in the package *sob* MY NAME IS PERVUS NOW??!?! Oh. I have to take his medical practice in my shithole hometown? Oh God! I just... oh goodness, seeing it from this angle it's such a fine body. So tight and firm! At least flex for me, my boy? A little. So I can snap a few pics and... use them later. Eehehe. Oh God, what have I become?

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Right before the Super Bowl Travis Kelce and Nick Bosa made a bet on who would win.

Nick thought he was safe most of the game up until the last second when they lost to the chiefs.

Right after winning Travis went to Nick and collected his prize completely draining him of all his hard earned muscle and size.

Meanwhile somewhere in an alternate universe.

Hope you these little edits i know they’re not the best but i thought the concept was pretty hot.

[henrycavbsc]

Time Travel Christmas

My name is Roger Braddock the 3rd. It sounds fancier than it is. You are all probably thinking I look fancy too. It’s 2023, but I’ve always enjoyed everything from the 1950’s, at least the positive things. With a name like Roger, it was bound to happen. I love the fashion, the music, the movies. I hate the social injustices. It is especially hard because I am gay, but the decade is just alluring to me. Yes, I do smoke occasionally too. I know it’s bad, but it is a guilty pleasure. It’s Christmas Eve and tomorrow I am getting together with my family, including my grandfather, who’s prime was the 1950’s and 1960’s. Grandma is gone, but he is still trucking along. It would have been nice to know him when he was younger. I’d get to spend more time with the man I admire, and get to enjoy the 50’s. Well, time travel isn’t real, so that’s not going to happen. I’ll just enjoy time with him now.

The next morning, I woke up and I was in a chair for some reason. I know I went to sleep in my bed last night. That’s strange. Wait, why do I have clothes on. As I looked around, I realized this wasn’t my bedroom. It looked like something right out of a Sears catalog from the 1950’s. Am I dreaming? I walked to the full-length mirror and suddenly stopped, with a look of shock.

This wasn’t my body. These weren’t my clothes. I started freaking out and looked over to the dresser and saw a calendar. It said 1958. I ran to the window and looked outside. It looked like a scene right out of the movies from the 1950’s. There were Christmas decorations up too. Did I somehow end up back in time on Christmas 1958? I walked back to the mirror and examined my body closer. I was handsome. I was tall. I had nice bone structure. There is something familiar about the face. I turned and looked at this man’s wedding photo which was also on the dresser. Then it hit me. I was my grandfather when he was younger. I’m Roger Braddock the 1st!

Holy Shit!

Somehow my wish came true. I will be able to get to know my grandfather when he was younger in a time period I love. Just I am now my grandfather. How is this even possible?

“Honey, are you almost ready. My family is arriving.”

That’s my grandmother! Wait a minute, that’s my wife! I look at the window and see that some family is arriving. We must be hosting Christmas. I scramble and grab a tie and put it on. Guess it’s showtime.

I go downstairs. It’s my grandparents house, or I guess my house now. It looks so much nicer. There’s my wife. She is so beautiful. I feel my dick get hard just looking at her. Guess I am straight, or at least this body is straight.

“Daddy, Daddy!”

My god, it’s my aunt Carol and Aunt Alice. They’re so young. My grandmother looks so young. This is crazy. I start to greet the relatives and we start opening gifts. I light up a cigarette. I guess this will be more acceptable now. My new wife hands me a baby to hold. Oh my god! It’s my father! That’s right, he was born in 1958. This must be his first Christmas. This is crazy.

“Roger, pose with the girls so I can take your photo,” my wife says. We pose and she takes the photo. There I am with my two daughters and my son, who is named after me.

I guess I am stuck here living my grandfather’s life. My wish came true. I hope I can pull this off. I wonder if I will ever return to my old life. Here’s hoping I don’t mess up the future too much!

[henrycavbsc]

@swap-meetog

[henrycavbsc]

"Nooo WAIT!! Guys it's me, Garret!!! I'm the real one! That bitch swapped our bodies when nobody was looking!!"

The two cops dragging the screaming man stopped after he said that. Officer Jones was holding the door open for them. One of the cops looked up at Garret's eyes. He had a confident look in his eyes. As far as the cop could tell, this was the same calm, cool, and collected Garret he went through academy training with.

"Tsk! Can you believe this guy, Gary? Crazy what kind of shit druggies will say when they're all hopped on!"

"Amen to that brother!" Garret swiftly agreed. The three cops shared a hearty chuckle while the apprehended criminal's face dropped.

"Alright, let's go, buddy, you've got a long sentence waiting for you..."

"NOOOO!!!!"

The other two cops carried the criminal out into the next room for processing. Garret watched as they took him away, doing his best to hide his grin until they were completely gone.

"Whewww! Can't believe they bought it!!"

'Officer Jones' let out a heavy sigh of relief. Now that he was all alone in the room, he was free to relish the situation he found himself in. He thought he was as good as toast when the cops finally caught him. As he was getting arrested, he made a wish to get out of trouble in any way possible. As fate would have it, he wound up in the body of the cop who arrested him!

Officer Jones purred as he felt around his new body. His muscles felt firm and strong, and they felt amazing to massage through his uniform. His hands slithered down to his pants, then he gave his new junk a good squeeze and rub, causing a deep groan to escape his lips. He then stripped down to get a good look at his new goods. He whistled at the sight of his new thick tool. Even when soft, he was hung! Thankfully for him, he only needed to wait one more hour until he was off the clock. Then, he was free to do whatever the fuck he wanted as the new Officer Garret Jones.

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Wish Granted

Alex wasn't big on superstition, but he could make an exception for the wishing comet that only appeared every few hundred years. As it darted through the night sky, he closed his eyes and wished with all his heart. He felt silly, wishing as intensely as he did on a giant clump of dust and ice hurling through space, but he was desperate. Desperate for change. As much as he pretended to be a beacon of gay pride for all to see, in truth, he longed to be straight. But not just straight, he wanted to be completely transformed. No longer a scrawny gay loner nerd but a confident, muscular, tough jock. He wanted to be part of a frat full of other jocks as jacked, dumb, and tough as his ideal self. He wanted to be a suave ladies' man, the big man on campus. He longed to be the ultimate straight frat bro.

He went to bed doubtful, but by morning, he awoke amazed to find his wish had been granted. He wasn't in his tiny, tidy dorm anymore but a massive, messy frat house, his new home. He stunk to high heaven like he partied like an animal the night prior, a mixture of cheap tequila, obnoxious deodorant, and pussy; he loved it.

He enthusiastically hopped off his bed and rushed to the cum stained mirror in the corner, ecstatic to see his new and improved self. He beamed from ear to ear, amazed at the sight. His slim 5′8″ and 143.3-pound body had bulked and swelled to a 6′2″ and 175.4 mass of pure masculine muscle. He couldn't believe how big his feet now were, from a size 44 to a manly 46. He flexed and cockily smirked at his reflection, loving how dumb he felt; his brain felt the size of a peanut.

To further delight, Alex discovered he was now the star of the wrestling team, an unstoppable beast. He was no longer an awkward, nerdy, loner gay boy but the ultimate straight frat bro jock! He now had tons of like-minded bros and was able to get any pussy he wanted and would. His former high grades were now abysmal, being dumb as a brick, but copying off the nerdy gay boys who fon over him will quickly remedy that. He was finally everything he'd always wanted: the big man on campus, adored by everyone. I guess wishes really do come true!

[henrycavbsc]

Season 2

Trapped as a JPEG: Skims for Men

Jenny was drooling over the new Skims for Men ad. She wished that she could find a guy that looked like that. She wanted to marry someone that hunky and sexy. She wanted that body. But within her mind that phrase couldn’t be taken in many ways.

Suddenly her phone screen lit up and Jenny vanished from her room. Jenny opened her eyes and she was frozen in place. She was panicked and distressed. The room was all white and she seemed to against a back drop.

She then felt her body jerk and move itself into a position, she was now stuck, as her body began to grow and expand. Her hair got darker and began to recede into her head. Jenny was terrified she didn’t know where she was.

Was she tripping? Her skin got tanner, as her clothing was getting tighter on her. Her entire frame was growing and swelling with muscle.

Her arms began to expand. Her biceps got larger, as her forearms thickened. Her hands got larger, as her fingers began to swell and thicken. His shoulders broadened, as his torso began to tear off his shirt. His chest was now firm and forming into pecs, as chest hair lightly formed around his pecs.

His stomach hardened, as his neck expanded. Jenny couldn’t move or speak. He was frozen. His pants formed into the same Skim pants she was oogling over. His legs thickened and grew as the Skims tightened over his hardening ass. A bulge formed between his legs, as he was now standing at 6’4.

His feet began to expand and grow. His toes swelled and thickened, as his feet took on a more masculine appearance. Jenny’s body was massive and muscular exactly like Nick Bosa the man she was admiring.

His face began to reshape and change. Stubble appeared on his face, as his jawline squared. His eyebrows thickened, as his face was becoming a completely copy of Nick Bosa. His head tilted up, as it was mimicking the exact pose from the picture Jenny was looking at.

He was terrified, as everything seemed to be going blank for him. He was trapped with no way out. On the former girls phone, a new link appeared and opened. It was. JPEG of the same picture

Jenny was looking at. Nick Bosa with his full body on display. Now Jenny was a new JPEG on the internet about to be oogled for eternity on the web by thirsty people searching it.