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The Metamorphosis of Furaam

高原上的空氣乾燥寒冷，鋼鐵般的雲層低垂著。世界彷彿只剩下兩種顏色：冰藍色和鐵灰色。武劍兼介赤腳站在厚重的石板地面上，穩重而堅實。他的胸膛一如既往地有節奏地起伏；銀白色的頭髮在風中微微顫動，他銳利如刀的目光掃過環繞著古老澡堂的建築群。那裡是弗拉姆教的聖地。

"...So this is their sanctuary?"

Kanesuke murmured quietly, his voice as steady as a rock. Yet even someone as disciplined as he could sense a faint, unplaceable wrongness in the air—a sticky, damp heat, carrying a scent that hinted something was lurking, waiting.

He pushed open the heavy door, and a burst of steam hissed from the cracks in the stone.

Inside stood a man—his deep brown skin gleamed with oil in the mist. His arms were folded over a broad, muscular chest, and his bare feet rested on the warm, damp floor. His toes were slightly spread, relaxed yet alert like a beast.

"You’ve finally come, Kanesuke."

The voice sounded like a bass cello scraped along the rim of a barrel—magnetic and heavy, yet tinged with an unsettling intimacy.

Furaam, just as the intel described, was bare-chested, wrapped only in a damp, dark-gray cloth. His white hair clung to his forehead like wet feathers, and his eyes were covered by a red-and-white woven blindfold.

"You recognize me?" Kanesuke frowned, adopting a defensive stance, hand gripping his sword hilt.

"Of course I do," Furaam said, stepping forward silently, his soles making no sound. "Your footsteps, your body heat, your scent... I can feel them all through the soles of my feet."

Kanesuke said nothing. He drew his blade, his aura as immovable as a mountain.

—The battle erupted without warning.

Yet Furaam remained unhurried. With a smooth arc of his sole, he twisted aside just as the blade skimmed his shoulder, then delivered a powerful kick to Kanesuke’s abdomen.

With a muffled grunt, Kanesuke fell to his knees. As his body trembled from the blow, Furaam seized his wrist with one hand and pressed the other firmly to his forehead.

"This body... is still too clean," Furaam chuckled darkly. "I’ll need to make some adjustments."

Just as Kanesuke prepared to retaliate, Furaam suddenly pulled off his blindfold and slapped it over Kanesuke’s eyes. The cloth was soaked in sweat and moisture, radiating an unfamiliar heat... and a distinct scent of feet.

"What is this—?"

"A transformation incantation. It begins with the eyes... and ends with the feet."

He whispered the chant—

"Exchange the flesh, alter the soul, let skin bear my form, let voice echo mine—sealed by the foot."

At those whispered words, Kanesuke’s body suddenly jolted.

He felt his body temperature... rising.

No—more precisely, it was a humid, oily heat building slowly, seeping upward from his spine to his shoulders and neck.

He tore off the blindfold, eyes wide in horror as he looked at his own arm.

His skin tone was changing layer by layer—from pale beige to deep brown—beginning at his fingertips, crawling up his hand, elbow, and shoulder.

"What’s happening... this..." Kanesuke gritted his teeth, trying to stay composed.

His breathing quickened. Beads of sweat began forming at his brow.

But it wasn’t ordinary sweat. It carried a salty, pungent body odor—like towels long steeped in an ancient bathhouse.

"Your sweat glands are being rewritten," Furaam said as he slowly approached, kneeling down and gently pressing his broad, heavy sole against Kanesuke’s bare foot.

Their soles met. Furaam’s foot was warm and damp, coated with a thin layer of skin oil—impossible to ignore.

"This is a ritual within our cult... and the beginning of your reshaping."

Kanesuke tried to pull away, but found his ankle frozen in place, as if magnetized. Furaam’s foot seemed to be "transmitting" something into him—heat surged upward from his sole, into his legs, then spread throughout his body.

His leg muscles grew heavy, and his skin began to itch, accompanied by an indescribable internal heat.

His once dry skin began to glisten with oil. His pores dilated. A rich, masculine scent surged forth like a rising tide.

"Don’t rush it. This is just the beginning. You’ll get used to it. You might even... come to like it."

Furaam leaned in, whispering softly into Kanesuke’s ear.

Kanesuke clenched his jaw. He stared at the sweat trickling down his arm—his skin now a deep shade of brown, unrecognizable to him.

He tried to speak—but—

"Hah... haah..."

Something was off with his voice. It had grown hoarse, and there was a strange, unstable vibration deep within his throat.

"Can you feel it? Your voice is beginning to come from your chest—not your throat, but the drum of your abdomen."

Kanesuke shook his head, his breathing growing heavier. Sweat began to pour from his forehead.He looked down and saw the contours of his abs beginning to change—not the sharp, defined lines of a warrior’s body, but thick, heavy, rounded muscles like Furaam’s.

Each breath was pushing him further into an unfamiliar form.

A searing heat rose from the soles of his feet, as though he were standing barefoot on burning rock. He tried to pull his feet away, but Furaam’s were pressed tightly against his. Their soles overlapped, toes slightly spread, with sweat forming a slick membrane between them.

It wasn’t just physical contact—it was a meeting of souls.

Furaam’s feet were large and thick, their skin a deep coffee brown, covered with fine body hair and calloused folds. He slowly rubbed Kanesuke’s sole, inch by inch, grinding against it as if pressing something into him.

"You know, Kanesuke… the feet are the most honest part of the body. When they sweat, swell, and get dirty—that’s when the heart is finally being freed."

His tone was low, alluring, yet touched with wickedness.

Kanesuke clenched his teeth. He could feel his once-clean soles being coated in a warm, oily film—not just from Furaam’s sweat seeping in, but from his own skin beginning to change.His pale, smooth arches began to darken, rough textures and fine wrinkles emerging. His calves swelled and thickened, the clean lines of muscle now buried beneath dense pores and a growing layer of fat.

"My feet… ahhh… wha…"

He tried to lift his foot, but found it fused to Furaam’s by a warm, glue-like sensation. His toes were changing too—once even and lean, they were becoming thick, short, with prominent joints and hardened nails.Furaam suddenly pressed deeper, sole against sole, his toes entwining Kanesuke’s in a tight, ritualistic lock.

"Come now, return those warrior’s feet… to the god."

His voice was a whisper, but the words poured into Kanesuke’s mind like a sacred curse.Kanesuke’s eyes widened. He felt a tingling and heat spreading across the soles of his feet, as if something was pushing outward from beneath his skin, reshaping them.He looked down to see both his feet now entirely a deep brown, even darker and shinier than his legs.The width of his soles expanded, thick calluses rising along the ball and heel. New layers of hardened skin were forming rapidly across the arches and heels.

"Ah… haah… no… this… this isn’t me…"

His voice rasped, and suddenly he realized—there were cracks forming in his tone.

"Ahh… haah… this feeling… it’s kinda… mmnn… sticky… haah… haah…"

He paused, struggling with his own tongue. His once-crisp diction now dragged with faint moans—an almost lewd, breathy resonance.Furaam chuckled deeply.

"Your voice is starting to echo mine, Kanesuke. That clean, upright, soldierly tone of yours… it’s turning into something deeper, heavier… something that gives people goosebumps."

Kanesuke shook his head. "No… I… I won’t…"

But as he said it, he clearly heard it—his voice, just for a moment, dipped into Furaam’s low, rumbling register, vibrating with a resonance that made even him shudder.He stumbled backward, but his feet were heavy as lead.He looked down—thick black hairs were growing across the tops of his feet. Prominent veins began surfacing along his ankles, mirroring the structure of Furaam’s own feet.

"You’ve only changed your feet so far," Furaam said calmly, rising to his full height and placing his other foot onto Kanesuke’s shin. "Next… it will be the entire leg. The abdomen. The face."

Furaam smiled faintly.

"You’ll understand, Kanesuke. Once your feet fully become mine… there will be no path left to return."

Kanesuke panted, sweat pouring down his face. His soles left wet, pungent footprints on the stone floor—identical in scent to Furaam’s.

He no longer dared to breathe—for the air was filled with the smell of foot sweat, and strangely… it brought him a sense of comfort.That wasn’t his original feeling.It was the scent long familiar to the followers of the Furaam Cult.

He looked down at his feet—and even felt an urge… to touch them again.Kanesuke collapsed onto the damp stone tiles. The itching and burning in his soles hadn’t faded. His feet were heavy as if forged from lead, broad and spread wide, the heat of Furaam’s palm still lingering between his toes. His breathing grew ragged, and his nose caught a strange new scent—sweat, but not the vulgar kind. It was the kind that muddled the mind, seductive—like damp forest earth at midnight, like the residual warmth of ancient beast-skin.

"You seem lost, Kanesuke… that’s a good sign."

Furaam’s voice came from behind him, deep and smooth, like an unopened bottle of liquor poured straight into his ears, softening his eardrums. It wasn’t a command, nor mockery—rather, a gentle temptation that could not be refused.

"Stand up. Let me see how much you’ve changed."

Kanesuke instinctively tried to resist, but found his body felt many times heavier. As he rose to his knees, a dull ache radiated from his waist—his abdominal muscles were expanding, merging, reshaping. No longer the hard bricks of a soldier’s core, they had become full, heavy layers of muscle, with a soft layer of fat lifting their form.He reached toward his abdomen—yes, it was still firm, but larger, heavier, more rounded than he remembered. The skin no longer felt dry, but moist and elastic, like flesh soaked in hot spring water for hours.

"...My waist..."

"It’s becoming my waist," Furaam answered softly, approaching without a sound. Though his steps were silent as a phantom, his presence pressed upon Kanesuke’s chest like the weight of the night.Kanesuke trembled. Sweat began to seep from his chest—thicker than usual, slightly sticky, and even the smell had changed. What was once clean and cold was now replaced with a warm, sticky fragrance that filled the air.

As he panted, he suddenly realized—his voice had become hoarse. What had been steady and strong was now tremulous, echoing from the depths of his belly.

"Ha… haah… no… what did you do to me…"

Halfway through the sentence, he froze.That voice—it no longer belonged to him.It was still deep, but the endings of his words elongated, uncontrolled, blurry, ambiguous… like he was imitating someone—Furaam’s tone.

"You feel it now, don’t you?" Furaam whispered, leaning in, the corner of his lips curled. "Your voice… will be the first fortress to fall."

Kanesuke clenched his teeth. He staggered upright, his chest heaving. But even his chest muscles… were no longer the same.Once sharply defined, they had begun to swell: nipples sinking downward, pectorals expanding into rounded, heavy mounds—just like Furaam’s oppressive upper torso. Sculpted, yet fleshly.

"Ah… this isn’t… I’m not…"

Even the ends of his gasps carried a hint of a soft moan. It made him bow his head in shame, arms crossed over his chest. But oddly, the shame didn’t make him want to run.Strange images began to form in his mind:A dark temple. A pool of steaming water. Barefoot men seated in silence, murmuring incantations. Furaam standing at the center, extending his hand to him.It wasn’t a dream. But it wasn’t a memory either… What was it?He could no longer tell.

"This is the first wave of memory merging," Furaam said, standing before him, gently touching Kanesuke’s forehead with his fingers. "You’ll begin to remember things you never lived, recall rituals you never joined..."

"You’ll start seeing the world through my eyes."

Kanesuke shut his eyes tight. The touch on his forehead burned with unnatural heat. Inside his mind, it was as if something had ignited—a voice whispering, luring, muttering—an unfamiliar, lustful, deep will softly knocking on the door of his heart.He raised his head and looked into the reflection on the water’s surface.It was not the face he knew.His eyebrows had changed—the sharp, blade-like angle they once held was shifting into Furaam’s style: soft but sinister, the outer ends lifting into a sly arc. His brow ridge grew more prominent, eye sockets deepened, and his eyes morphed from sharp warrior’s eyes into eerie, elongated slits with a curve almost foxlike in seduction.

"My eyes..." Kanesuke murmured, trying to back away, but could only watch as the upward tilt at the corners grew more distinct, and the edges of his pupils shimmered with Furaam’s signature amber glow.

Even the lines of his cheeks were changing—cheekbones lifting, jaw widening slightly, his nose reshaping from the straight bridge of a warrior into a broader, thicker, round-tipped nose. He touched his face with trembling fingers—it was like touching someone else slowly growing out of his skin.

"No… ha… I…"

His voice trembled again. He tried to speak, but suddenly felt his tongue growing thicker, more dexterous. The feedback from his speech felt entirely different.He stuck out his tongue—it was darker now, tinged red-brown, noticeably wider and heavier—just like how Furaam’s tongue subtly protruded when he whispered.Even his teeth had changed.

Each one gleamed, nearly reflective. No longer the sturdy, practical teeth of a fighter—they were finely carved, slightly sharp, pristine and cold. No gaps, no stains—just like the teeth behind Furaam’s occasional, unnerving grin.

"Say something."Furaam’s voice came from beside him—gentle, seductive.

Kanesuke couldn’t resist. He opened his mouth—and his voice… was indistinguishable from Furaam’s.

"I… I don’t… I’m not…"

But he heard it—the tone was deep, magnetic, and inexplicably seductive. Every word ended with that familiar slow drag, the soft, breathy drawl unique to Furaam—like whisper, like murmur.He covered his mouth and stumbled back, his chest rising and falling. His cheeks were flushed—not just with shame or confusion, but an undeniable… pleasure.His skin was now uniform across his body.

From soles to cheeks, his complexion had become an even deep brown, with a moist, oily sheen—not dry or taut, but elastic, as if nourished by years of heat and steam.

He raised a hand and sniffed.

It wasn’t the stench of sweat.

It was a familiar fragrance.

It was Furaam’s scent.

The heavy musk of soles, the damp warmth that came with whispered words, the sticky saturation of tight cloth against skin—that was Furaam’s smell. And now, his own sweat glands exuded the same.

"I…"

He looked again at his reflection.That face, that voice, that scent, that body heat, those feet...

"Who am I…?"

He murmured, gaze unfocused. A new image flashed in his mind:

—Furaam sitting on a high seat, lifting one bare foot, saying, "Come. Resonate with me."

And in the image, the one cupping that foot in both hands wasn’t someone else—it was him.But it wasn’t a memory—it had been implanted. He had never attended such a ritual. And yet, the image felt so real. So real it was as if he had always belonged there.

"I’m Kanes… Fura… Kanes…"

He clutched his head, his voice splitting in two—like two people fighting for control.

On one side: his past—discipline, steel, righteousness.

On the other: the humid whispers, the resonance of soles, the low incantations.He knelt on the floor, gasping, sweat pouring like rain, as his voice shifted into:

"Am I… Furaam…?"

He remained on his knees, trembling and breathless.His feet and legs no longer bore any trace of "Muken Kanesuke." His skin was deep brown and damp against the floor, his toes thick, arches sunken—and each step exuded that familiar, intoxicating scent of Furaam’s soles. This time, he no longer resisted.

"Am I… Furaam…?"

His whispered words were like sleep-talking, as if asking himself—and answering himself.

Furaam said nothing. He simply stood before Kanesuke and placed a firm hand on the back of his neck. The palm was warm, solid, and carried the final weight of completion.In the next moment, the final wave of transformation surged—spreading from his vocal cords and throat to his entire face.

Kanesuke shut his eyes in pain. It wasn’t agony—but a restructuring of sound itself. His voice box was being carved anew. The old soldier's tone, firm and sharp, was erased—replaced with Furaam’s low, coiled magnetism.When he spoke again, the voice was completely different:

"Ha… this voice…"

It was Furaam’s voice.

His jaw had widened slightly. His lips were thicker, their color dark red with a hint of brown. The corners curled naturally upward, forming the seductive, controlling arc of a victor—just like Furaam.He touched his own cheeks—features once familiar were now alien. The feel of his face alone declared that "Kanesuke no longer existed."He rose slowly. His movements no longer sharp and upright, but measured, lingering—each step a response to the warmth of the stone beneath him.His fingers were thicker now. Slight calluses rose on the knuckles—the kind left from long barefoot walks and rituals of sole-to-sole contact. He looked down at his palm—it too was Furaam’s hand.And now, the scent across his body had reached its final stage of fusion.That smell—Furaam’s scent from memory—was now coming from his own pores.

He raised both arms. Beads of sweat trickled slowly from his armpits. As his nose brushed the air, he caught it—that subtly greasy fragrance that made one weak at the knees.This was the scent of the high priest.This was the body of Furaam.And now, he was that.

He murmured softly, "…I… am… Furaam…"

The drawn-out ending, a tone he had never used before, brushed the eardrums like feathers—tender and inescapable.The man once known as Kanesuke collapsed in that moment.He no longer questioned.He no longer doubted his memories.

He stood tall, leaving moist footprints on the stone floor—deep brown, perfectly symmetrical—mirroring the exact tread of Furaam’s steps.He lifted his right foot, then brought it down slowly.That landing, heavy and resounding, declared—

Muken Kanesuke was dead.

Furaam was born.

The air stilled like water. Damp, sticky scents floated in the towering stone chamber. The ground felt hot, as if every inch of stone remembered its previous master’s tread. The man standing there—no longer Kanesuke, but the newly reborn Furaam—slowly lifted his bare feet and stepped toward the original Furaam.

The real Furaam remained as broad and composed as ever, standing barefoot on the warm stone floor. Through the veil-like blindfold covering his eyes, he stared directly at the new one—waiting, testing.

"Come closer."

His voice was soft, like an ancient lake whispering in the wind.

The new Furaam said nothing. He slowly knelt, both knees pressed to the ground, beads of sweat on his brow mingling with the rising steam. Those newly reshaped feet—strong, dark, elastic, brimming with a bewitching aura—moved toward the outstretched foot of the original Furaam.He took a deep breath and pressed the sole of his foot against that of his original.

In that moment, sweat and skin oils mingled, warmth collided—and an indescribable shock surged up his spine.

Pat.

Sole met sole. They overlapped.

He could clearly feel the ridges of the other’s foot—the contour of each toe, the texture of every callus. It was as if it wasn’t another’s foot… but an extension of his own body.The real Furaam spoke gently:

"Remember this feeling… for from now on, everyone will join feet with you. They will see you as the only one."

The new Furaam replied softly, his voice indistinguishable from the original’s:

"I… will remember. Because these… are my feet now."

With those words, he deliberately pressed his second foot forward. His feet entwined with Furaam’s—ten toes locking together, soles meeting, heels aligned.This posture was not just a ritual. It was an acknowledgment of lineage, a rite of passage—a handshake between souls.Their feet remained joined, sweat dripping from their arches. In the swirl of steam, their breaths began to synchronize.Furaam whispered: "Close your eyes… Can you feel the numbness rising from your soles? That is the doctrine being etched into the flesh of your feet."

The new Furaam obeyed.

Sure enough, a tingling sensation like a surge of electricity rose from his soles—up through his knees, his waist, and into his heart. A smile crept onto his face, one he no longer recognized as his own.

It was not Kanesuke’s smile.

It was the final seal of Furaam’s soul, stamped through his feet.

"There is no longer a distinction between origin and copy," Furaam said softly.

"You are me. From foot it begins. To foot it ends."

As their soles remained pressed, their scents merged like smoke. Their breaths, their presence—indistinguishable. The entire chamber now contained only the rhythm of two men joined foot to foot, with steam coiling around them like mist.

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Maz's Metamorphosis: Volume Two

In the afternoon at Fairy Tail Guild, the air was thick with the mingled scents of sweat, liquor, and magic. The ironwood tables and chairs creaked as they were shoved around, and members laughed, bickered, or trained with noisy enthusiasm.

Except for that one corner—where the air suddenly grew still.

Maz leaned lazily against the liquor shelf, his damp shorts clinging to his thick thighs. His upper body was bare, his glistening brown skin slick with sweat, chest muscles rising and falling with each breath. His eyes slowly swept across the room, a teasing smirk curling his lips—like a predator choosing his prey.

Until a voice shattered the silence.

"You’ve got some nerve showing your face here," Laxus growled as he strode forward, his golden hair flashing sharply in the sun.

Maz didn’t turn around. He simply swirled the half-empty glass in his hand. “What, not happy to see me?”

“This is a guild, not a place for filthy men to flaunt themselves,” Laxus said coldly. “Your stink is about to rot the entire building.”

Maz grinned wide, revealing teeth stained yellow and white. “You can smell it, huh? Not your first time, is it? Maybe… you even missed it a little?”

“Shut up!” Laxus stepped forward, slamming a fist against Maz’s shoulder. The impact thudded dully, but Maz didn’t budge. Instead, he slowly placed his sweat-slicked hand on Laxus’s wrist.

And in that moment, the curse quietly took root.

Maz leaned in close to his ear and whispered in a husky, taunting voice, “The more you hate me, the more this body—wants to stick to you. Keep running your filthy mouth, and who knows… maybe one day you’ll end up wearing my underwear yourself.”

His tone was lewd, almost mocking—but there was something prophetic in it too.

Laxus shoved him back violently. “Stop harassing me with your disgusting magic. You should’ve been thrown out a long time ago.”

Maz just shrugged, smirking. “If you're so obsessed with what I wear and how I smell… then maybe it's time you experienced it for yourself.”

With that, he quietly pulled out a crumpled, still-damp pair of dark gray underwear from behind his back—and slipped it into a hidden compartment in one of the storage baskets.

—

Later that afternoon, after training.

Laxus was drenched in sweat when he walked into the locker room. He opened his personal storage cabinet—

“What the…?” He frowned. His spare underwear was gone. All that remained was a damp, sticky piece of old fabric, sloppily folded and stained with what looked like long-dried sweat.

He squinted, his nose wrinkling. “Shit… what kind of trash is this?”

But there wasn’t time to waste.

No way he was walking out of here naked. With a curse under his breath, he snatched up the mystery underwear and put it on.

He didn’t notice the way the fabric sent a faint jolt into his skin, like static electricity threading into his body. His temperature rose a notch. His balls gave a slight, involuntary twitch. Goosebumps flared across his skin.

And as the underwear fully clung to his crotch, abdomen, and the crevice of his ass— It felt like something invisible… a scent, a memory, a habit, even a language—was injected bit by bit into his flesh.

He looked up at the mirror, catching a glimpse of himself—and thought his gaze looked… murkier than before.

“...Fuck is this crap?”

He spat the words and stormed out of the locker room.

But the cursed underwear clung to him still. Silent. Persistent. Like a shadow.

Laxus walked out of the locker room, his steps tinged with impatience. Something felt off—but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

The unfamiliar underwear clung tightly around his waist, the damp, sticky fabric pressing against his skin like some living creature breathing against him.

With a scowl, he tugged at the waistband, trying to adjust the suffocating fit—only to realize—

The fabric wouldn’t budge. Not even an inch.

It was as if it had already fused with his skin.

“…What the hell is this?”

He cursed under his breath and walked back to his corner, grabbing his water bottle and taking a long swig. But the stifling heat in his chest only grew stronger.

The sweat coating his body didn’t feel like the usual product of training—it was more like… a scent, a presence, a body odor that didn’t belong to him.

He had always been clean, strong—that was something he took pride in. But now, this stench—thick, salty, laced with the sour reek of feet and sweat—was slowly oozing from somewhere deep within him.

Frowning, he looked down at his arm.

His skin… was getting darker?

He remembered his natural tone—light tan, leaning fair—but now, from his lower abdomen downward, along his inner thighs, a deep sunburnt brown was visibly spreading. It looked like tar bleeding through from within, seeping through his pores. The skin on his arms had grown rougher, losing its smooth texture, taking on a greasy, slightly sticky sheen.

“…The fuck…”

He muttered, only to realize—his voice sounded different.

There was a hoarse, guttural rasp clinging to the end of his words—like a voice worn out from a night of hard coughing. And his last words… hadn’t even come from conscious thought.

“F…fuckin’… shit…”

Those weren’t his words. They had slipped from his throat instinctively, like his body had learned Maz’s voice, his filth, and was parroting it without permission.

His mouth snapped shut. He stared into the mirror, a flicker of panic rising in his chest. He took a deep breath—

But all he could smell was his own stench.

That scent… started at the root of his thighs, creeping upward along his groin, past his navel, up to his chest. It wasn’t just unpleasant—it was familiar, and that made it worse.

He’d smelled this before—on Maz.

That deep, greasy, lazy stench—full of lust, of filth, of desire—that leaked from the body’s core like a rot.

He tried to keep a neutral face, but unconsciously reached down and tugged at the front of his shorts. The underwear beneath was hot, smothering. His whole groin felt like it was being wrapped, tugged, reshaped.

The itch along his inner thighs was unbearable. He found himself rubbing lightly against the corner of a wall.

“Fuck… so itchy…”

The words came out of him—and then he froze.

That wasn’t how he spoke. That was Maz’s tone—Maz’s rhythm—

Lewd at the end, hoarse and vulgar.

In an instant, Laxus spun around and stormed toward the bathroom. He pushed the door open, shut it behind him, locked it—then stood in front of the mirror.

The face staring back at him was still his—but his arms… his arms had turned fully brown-black.

He yanked up his shirt.

His abs were no longer sharp and defined. They were beginning to swell beneath a glossy layer of fat—not softness, but that thick, powerful brutish kind of muscle.

He gripped the sink with both hands, panting. The air was heavy with a single, overpowering scent—

His own musk.

He suddenly lowered his head and sniffed under his arm.

And what hit him was indescribable—shame, disgust, and yet… a faint spark of arousal.

“No… What the hell is… happening…”

He clawed at his scalp—but recoiled. His hairline was slick with grease. His palm was turning coarse, his knuckles thickening, his fingernails yellowing at the edges.

That cursed underwear clung to his groin, as if it were feeding his body.

He looked back into the mirror again.

The face was still his— But not really.

Laxus gripped the sink, his heavy breathing echoing off the narrow bathroom walls. Sweat beaded on his forehead, while his back was already soaked. The stench wafting from under his arms assaulted his nostrils again and again, forcing him to confront the changes overtaking him.

“Calm down… just calm down…”

He muttered to himself, trying to steady his nerves. But the moment the words left his mouth, he froze.

That voice… it was raspy, sticky, trembling with breath and heat and something far more shameful. It wasn’t his usual deep, commanding, magnetic tone.

It sounded more like… Maz’s drunken whisper when he’d say “baby boy” in that filthy, slurred drawl.

“…F-fuck… no… this isn’t…”

He slapped a hand over his mouth—but immediately noticed how his lower lip felt plumper than before, his mouth slack at the corners, drool threatening to spill with each word.

“T-this can’t be…”

“I’d never say that crap… There’s no way I’d ever sound like—ah fuck…”

Every time he tried to speak, his voice dipped lower, rougher, dirtier. Words tumbled out before his brain could stop them—like someone had stuffed Maz’s mannerisms and phrasing into his mouth.

“Fuck you—no, wait—I didn’t mean—shit… fuck…”

With a roar of frustration, he slammed his fist against the wall.

He heard himself let out a muffled grunt through his nose—thick, heavy, like he was suppressing some primal urge.

“Haah… what the hell is this feeling… fuck… itchy…” he muttered.

But those weren’t his words. He didn’t even know why he felt itchy— But his mouth, his throat, his sinuses— They all felt like tools being rewired, syncing to the changes happening in his body.

Fighting back a wave of shame, he walked to the wall, trying to speak something normal, anything to prove his mind was still his.

“I’m… I’m Laxus. I’m the strongest Thunder Mage here. I won’t be… be…”

A sharp pain jerked through his throat.

“F-fuck, ahh, haah… I’m just… some filthy bastard now… wahahaha…”

His eyes went wide in shock— But his body laughed. A deep, rasping, breathy laugh—the kind Maz always used when he was being disgusting.

Laxus slapped a hand over his mouth, trembling, stepping back. Cold sweat soaked his spine. The underwear clung tightly to his groin, now fused to him— Etching Maz into every inch of his flesh, every wrinkle, every pore.

He stumbled back to the bathroom mirror.

“Shut up—shut up! I’m not you! I’m not you—!”

“I would never say those things—uhh… ngh… stinkin’ feet… fuckin’—RAH—feels so fuckin’ good—ahh fuck you—!”

Language was no longer a tool of thought. It ruled him—twisting his shame into grotesque expression.

He slid to the corner of the bathroom, collapsing against the tiles, breath ragged, legs trembling, his head slumped to his chest. He heard himself—panting—whispering words he didn’t mean to say…

“Filthy old man… nasty smell… fuckin’ good… so fuckin’ good… that’s me… I am…”

His head snapped up.

In the mirror, the face was still his— But everything else had changed. His neck was thick and swollen, jaw heavier, mouth slack with a crude smirk, and his eyes—clouded with a greasy haze.

He opened his mouth, trying to say anything sane— But what came out was:

“I ain’t done yet, fuckers… fuckin’ love this body… smells fuckin’ divine…”

He froze—then shook violently, hands covering his face, chest heaving.

Shame.

And something darker, unspeakable—

Arousal.

His body—was becoming Maz.

From the waist down, his skin had fully darkened into that slick, burnt brown tone, covered in wide, coarse pores. His thighs had grown thicker, especially the inner parts pressed tightly together, the skin now bearing that dull, rough texture unique to Maz. His calves were sprouting a fine layer of leg hair, and from between his toes seeped a faint, sour-salty odor.

He looked down at the cursed underwear clinging to his crotch.

It was no longer just clothing—it felt like a living extension of his body, dark and fleshy. He tried to pull it off, but the moment his fingers touched it, he felt a subtle resistance— As if he were trying to peel away a part of his own skin.

“F… fuck… fuck you…”

His voice trembled—laced with both shame and fear. But the next moment, his abdomen spasmed. His muscles convulsed, yanked by some invisible force reshaping them. He stumbled forward, crashing into the wall.

“Ha… ahhh… ah fuck… fuckfuckfuck…”

He groaned—a sound that no longer belonged to the proud Thunder Mage.

His stomach… was no longer flat.

He touched his lower belly—his once-cut abs were softening, dulling, bulging. But not flabby—no. They were turning into something thick, dense, and heavy. Like Maz’s grotesquely strong fat-muscle belly—taut and oily, bouncing slightly when he moved.

Then, his chest began to change.

“No—this—can’t—!”

He tore open his shirt, watching in disbelief as his once-sculpted pecs drooped lower, becoming round, swollen, and glossy. It was still a man’s chest—but now full, vulgar, fleshy. With every breath, it jiggled slightly, and from beneath it, his armpits exhaled an even stronger, ranker musk.

He couldn’t help it—he reached up and grabbed at them.

His fingers touched that damp, greasy skin—and the instant contact made him shiver.

“Ugh… f-fuck…”

That feeling—too familiar. Too much like Maz.

Not just like. He realized—this was Maz’s body. And it was merging with his.

The worst part?

He felt a flicker of pleasure. Like he was being violated— And liked it.

“F-fuck you… haah… fuck you, damn it… d-don’t… not like this…”

He clenched his teeth, trying to suppress the moans rising in his throat.

Then—his body sprouted hair.

From his lower belly upward, black hair spread in real time. His chest, his navel, his pits—sprouting like wild fur in seconds, rising from the skin like it had been buried for years. His chin prickled with dense gray stubble, thickening fast, spreading outward in dark tufts.

He collapsed to the floor, hands bracing him.

His body odor rose like smoke—thick, musky, unbearable.

Maz’s scent— Salty, filthy, dizzying, shamefully addictive.

“F-fuck… this body… why’s it so heavy… why’s it… s-so fuckin’ rank… I’m… not…”

His words broke apart, gasping between groans, his thoughts barely coherent.

He crawled back to the mirror.

What he saw was a face—crumbling.

Cheeks widening, cheekbones pushing out, lips plumping. His skin tone darkened toward a burnt black hue, glistening with an oily sheen. His nostrils flared wider, nose thickening, pores huge and glinting with reflected grease.

He couldn’t stop himself—he licked the corner of his mouth.

The taste was salty. Sweat, oil… bitterness.

“I… I’ve changed… fuckin’ hell… I’ve turned into that nasty old bastard… I’m turning into… Maz…”

His voice choked. But his mouth—betrayed him. It curled into a lewd, twisted smile.

Not a smile he chose— But the one his body decided was now his default expression.

And finally, he understood:

His body had fallen in love with the curse.

He shut his eyes, trying to reclaim a sense of who he was.

“I am… Laxus Dreyar, Thunder Mage… I’m… the pride of Fairy Tail… I…”

But before he could finish, an image flashed through his mind—

—Under greasy studio lights, he was half-naked, sitting on the edge of a tattered bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips; in front of the camera, his legs spread wide as he laughed and said, “Daddy’s gonna ride you hard today, boy.”

His eyes flew open, his heart pounding violently.

“No… that’s not me… that’s not me…”

But the image only sharpened.

He remembered those degrading scripts from Maz’s GV shoots. The filthy language, the mocking tone— Not just remembered, but felt, like memories etched into his own bones. He remembered—no, that wasn’t him—lifting his foot to the camera and sneering, “You got the guts to sniff this stink?” He remembered someone sucking on his armpit while he laughed, “Sweat-soaked pits and you're still licking? Damn, you're filthy!”

He clutched his head, groaning in agony.

“I’m not him… I’m not… I’m not Maz… f-fuck… I’m not…”

But in the next second, his hand moved on its own—cupping his chest.

Those heavy, sweat-drenched mounds of flesh— His fingertips sank between the folds, grabbing a handful of heat and grease. He couldn’t stop the words that came tumbling out in a low murmur:

“Fuck… this feels so good… these tits… fuckin’ perfect…”

The voice wasn’t his. It came from within—raw, guttural, and terrifyingly natural.

He staggered to his feet, stumbling to the mirror, staring at the reflection— A face now 70% Maz.

“I’m not him…”

But his mouth… curled upward. Into that same, unmistakable smirk.

And in his head, another voice began speaking—

“You’re not Laxus anymore. You love this body. The stink turns you on. Talking dirty gets you off. When your fingers rub that inner thigh, you’ll cum like a dog.”

“…No… I’d never… I’d never—” he gritted his teeth, But his breathing grew heavier. Deeper. Hungrier.

His body— Was betraying him.

He looked down, staring at the underwear clinging to him—no longer clothing, but a part of his skin, his desire, his identity.

He slowly sat down, back against the wall, legs spread wide, hands planted on the floor— Slouched, just like Maz always sat.

His eyes narrowed as he gazed at the mirror—at that lewd, filthy face of an older man— And to his own shock… he was starting to like what he saw.

“So this is what he feels like every day… fuck… it’s actually… not bad.”

His voice was low, rough, laced with vulgarity—and a hint of heat. He opened his mouth, speaking to no one:

“Maybe I was always meant to be like this…”

And in that moment, he realized— He could no longer tell whether those thoughts belonged to Maz, or to himself.

He gently grabbed a handful of his belly, kneading the sweaty, stinking flesh.

“Fuckin’ nasty… this body… damn, I think I’m actually falling in love with myself…”

The face in the mirror twisted into a filthier, smugger grin— Forehead, nose, lips glistening.

It wasn’t water. It was oil. Sweat. Proof of his descent.

He took a deep breath— Then softly said:

“I’m Maz.”

And with those words, he fell completely still.

But in his eyes— A glint of hunger was beginning to burn.

A wave of stench slammed into his nostrils—thick with tobacco, sweat, foot funk, sex, and the musky odor of an old couch soaked in years of bodies.

“Fuck… this smell…”

From the shadows, a face emerged—nearly identical to his own—grinning with stubble and filth.

“Well, well. You finally made it, Little Thunderbolt.”

The voice was hoarse, scraping the ears like smoked meat—wet, rasping, slick with filth.

Laxus let out a lewd moan. “Hah… you finally showed up, Maz.”

He stepped forward, heavy footsteps pressing deep into the floor. His thick thighs, his belly, that heavy, greasy chest— It wasn’t imitation. It was the original.

“You’re smelling good, better than I ever did,” Maz said, bending down, face nearing Laxus’s.

“Stink that gets you hard, right?” Laxus licked his lips.

Maz laughed—that filthy, knowing laugh only their kind could truly share. Then both leaned in, foreheads touching, noses rubbing— Like beasts, sniffing, tasting one another.

“So? You likin’ this body?”

“F-fuck… I’m in love with it,” I panted. “Wake up every day drenched in sweat, soaked in grease, mouth full of filth—and I can cast lube magic whenever I want… shit, it’s heaven.”

Their bellies pressed together— Sweat and stench merged instantly.

“Told you, didn’t I? This is the real mage’s body— High fat, high funk, high fucking desire. That squeaky-clean lightning punk you used to be? Who the fuck did that impress?”

“You were right,” I groaned. “Back then I thought you were disgusting… Now? I just wanna get dirtier, fatter, nastier— Let the whole goddamn world know this is what I am.”

“Hey, Little Thunderbolt… you know something?” Maz said, voice low and slow.

“Some things—they’re not curses. Not magic.”

He flicked away the cigarette butt and stood, walking over to the mirror. He stared at his reflection— a filthy, grinning, oil-slicked old man’s face, shining under the dim light.

“They’re identity.”

“Identity’s funny like that. Once it disappears, something else always comes to take its place. The world doesn’t allow a gap.”

He turned around—his gaze burning like the only flame in a pitch-black night.

“And now… since you took my identity… Isn’t it about time I took yours?”

“You mean… you wanna become me?”

He nodded, grinning with lewd delight. “Damn right. A hottie’s body like yours~ I gotta know what that feels like~ Hahaha!”

It sounded like a joke. But then—his body… really started to change.

Maz’s hair began turning blonde strand by strand, as if scorched by lightning. The deep, slightly curly roots lifted upward, bleaching into that familiar golden hue. His hairline tightened, spiking rebelliously back in that unmistakable style.

Even his gaze changed—shifting from greasy hunger to something sharp, proud, defiant. Cold. Arrogant. It was as if he himself were staring back at him, grinning.

The deep, oily brown skin—marked with sweat stains and enlarged pores—looked like it had been splashed with diluted bleach. Gradually, it faded from dark brown to wheat-gold. Not clean—but stained. A color bleached over filth, like the greasy residue on an old iron pan that never quite washes off.

Maz bent over, pinching his now-slimmed belly with a laugh. “Damn! You used to be this skinny, huh, Lil’ Thunder? Not filthy enough~”

The fat on his body began to melt inward, like it was being wrung out from the inside. His chest deflated. Loose flesh pulled tight again, revealing lean, defined pecs.

But they still glistened with oil.

It wasn’t a clean body—it was Laxus’s form, possessed by Maz.

The once-thick, heavy frame was gradually tightening. His chest lost its bulk, turning into a firm slab—like a sculpture carved from thunder itself. That round belly? It receded with a few chuckles, revealing a firm six-pack.

His skin tone shed layers of sweat and grime, revealing the golden wheat hue that once belonged to Laxus.

His fingers thinned, his legs grew sharper, more muscular— He looked like a war god sculpted anew from greasy hellfire.

But that face—Laxus’s face—was grinning… like Maz.

Young, clean, sharply defined— Yet radiating something vulgar that didn’t belong on it.

He raised his hand and slapped it against his chest with a solid smack.

“This body? I’m just borrowin’ it for a bit. Not planning to give it back.” Even his voice was now Laxus’s— But the rhythm, the tone, the filth— Was still pure Maz.

“How’s it feel, Thunder Kid…?” He grinned wider. “The body you were so proud of—now worn by me. Does it make your heart race?”

The sound of that voice sent a tremor through Laxus’s whole body. His skin burned—not with anger— But with something deeper. Shame. And something unnameable.

Thrill.

He watched as the other man had completely become him— But somehow… even more than him. That crude expression, those mocking gestures—on his once-honorable face— They were jarring. And seductive.

His knees weakened. His gaze faltered. Something inside him stirred— A rising, confusing, desperate longing.

Maz stepped in close, his familiar face brushing against Laxus’s forehead. He licked the corner of his lips— And in Laxus’s voice, he whispered:

“Now I’m more you than you are. Look at your body, your voice, your scent… You’ve already become me. You’re just a worshiper wearing my skin.”

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Maz's Metamorphosis

The fire station’s washroom was filled with a damp yet clean smell. Av brushed water from his hair, droplets still clinging to his bare chest after a quick shower. Days of non-stop duty had made his body tense; this shower was a rare chance to breathe.

He was used to washing his uniform and drying it at the station. Spare clothes were always kept in his locker. But today, the lock wouldn’t open—the code seemed broken. It was late. He rummaged through other storage, hoping to find a spare pair of shorts—then noticed a rolled-up pair of underwear at the bottom of a plastic basket.

It was clearly someone’s personal item, not standard issue. The style was outdated, the fabric thick and damp, with crusty patches of dried sweat. Almost stiff. As his nose got closer, a pungent stench of sweat and skin oils slammed into his mind.

“Whose... why hasn’t this been thrown out...?”

Av frowned, but time was tight. He glanced around—no one in sight—then gritted his teeth and slipped the underwear on.

In that moment, he felt something latch onto his skin. Like a sticky palm clutching his groin and upper thighs.

He shuddered.

The fabric rubbed against his thighs—hot, coarse, itchy. He thought he heard a faint panting sound... or maybe it was just his imagination. It was short and low, like a broken pipe releasing a breath.

“...Something’s wrong.”

He muttered, but didn’t move. His fingers brushed along his waist—his skin was radiating heat. Not post-shower warmth, but something burning from the inside.

He looked down at his abdomen.

His skin tone... seemed darker.

Subtly. Like a mild sunburn. But he knew he had only worked night shifts these past weeks. It was a seeping change, as though thick pigment were leaking from his pores, slowly painting over his original tan with a dense brown.

Sweat began to bead again. He had just showered, yet now his back, chest, even inner thighs glistened with oily moisture.

He touched his chest.

Sticky. Warm. The skin felt thicker.

He noticed his knuckles swelling, bones intact, but flesh puffing up. A faint shine oozed between his fingers.

He exhaled—deep, unexpectedly low. Not hoarse from a sore throat, but a "more masculine" resonance, almost feral.

“Ha... what the hell...?”

He blurted out, and startled himself. His voice ended with a crude nasal tone, like some middle-aged man always cursing when he talks.

He didn’t remember ever speaking like that.

What was worse—when he heard that voice, his groin flinched. Not from cold, but a strange mix of shame and... arousal.

It was like the voice wasn’t his—but so familiar.

Like... he’d heard it many times before.

Like some memory he didn’t want to acknowledge slipping quietly into his mind, planting the first seed of corruption.

He stood, intending to rush back to the dorm and strip off the damned underwear. But with his first step, the fabric pulled painfully between his legs. He looked down—the old underwear seemed to have shrunk, gripping his thighs and groin tightly.

No—it hadn’t shrunk.

He had grown.

Av braced against the wall, heart pounding. He could feel his inner thighs swelling slowly—like water bags filling up, heavy and thick. His once-flat, firm waistline began to bulge with dense layers of flesh. Not soft fat, but firm, glossy, suffocating mass.

Sweat slid down his expanding belly, thickening between his navel and groin. He touched it—his skin burned unusually hot, pores gaping, reeking of sweat and sebum.

A familiar stink.

He covered his nose suddenly—that smell... it was the same sharp, masculine, hormone-heavy “Maz scent” from the underwear earlier.

“How... is this coming from me...?”

He muttered, but his voice no longer carried its usual clarity. His throat sounded smoked, rough, sticky. Even he could hear the weird tone—drawn out, low-class, greasy.

“Ha... fuck... what the hell is this...”

He tried to curse, but the words came out too naturally.

He never spoke like that—yet it was like he had a thousand times.

His eyes widened. He realized—his tone, his rhythm, his curses... exactly like how Maz had spoken in that old GV clip.

He remembered that video—his friends had joked about it behind closed doors. He never admitted he had seen it, but he remembered every scene: the coarse voice, sticky panting, glistening flesh in motion.

Now those images weren’t external—they felt implanted. Even his skin seemed to remember.

He turned to the mirror.

His pecs, once firm but modest, were now two glistening, overblown mounds straining his upper skin. He reached to touch them—they felt like a matured blend of fat and muscle.

“Fuck... are these my tits?”

He whispered, but his voice held a strange excitement. The heat and shame tangled in his breath. He bit his lip unconsciously.

He felt a voice inside laughing—not someone else’s, but his own voice in Maz’s tone—mocking his downfall, his helpless descent into this vulgar, lewd body.

“Touch ’em again... feel how fucking fat they’ve gotten... haah...”

He stumbled back, horrified.

“No... that’s not me... I wouldn’t...”

But he froze, looked down at his belly. His hands rested on a gut that felt too familiar, heavy, slick with sweat and stink.

He sniffed his fingers.

“...Fuck, it really stinks...”

He frowned—but didn’t pull away. Instead, blankly, slowly—he sniffed again.

Then closed his eyes. A mix of revulsion, shame... and strange, deep-seated belonging passed across his face.

His sharp, proud features were dulling—brow thickening, nose widening, lips puffing up, shadowed with stubble. That wasn’t him—it was Maz’s face.

He touched his cheek—felt coarse pores, slick sweat on his fingertips. His eyes in the mirror shimmered with confusion and fear.

“This isn’t me... I’m Av... I... I’m—”

The words caught. He was always composed. But now, he couldn’t finish a sentence. His throat felt gripped by something rough, his voice gravelly and heavy.

“...Fuck, shit... damn... this... haah, why... does this feel... good...?”

The voice wasn’t his. He never spoke like that.

But the words flowed effortlessly, like he’d rehearsed them a thousand times.

He covered his mouth, his face red with shame. Sweat mixed with grease ran down his brow, and his palms were soaked in heat and stink—that scent, unmistakable now. The scent from that underwear. Maz’s scent.

“Why do I... know Maz’s scent...?”

The thought hit like lightning. He shouldn’t know. It was a stranger’s underwear. But now, more images surfaced—beds, shoots, mirrors, self-touching, men's panting, wet breath, greasy laughter.

Not his memories. But horrifyingly vivid.

One clip—Maz on a sofa, filming himself smugly, fondling his own fat chest—wasn’t from a video.

It was something “I” did.

“I...?”

He spoke—and froze. The voice was rough, raspy like a smoker, tinged with Maz’s oily drawl.

“Fuckin’ hell... what’s up with this voice...”

And yet he couldn’t resist saying one more thing:

“Shit... this voice... fuck, it’s so hot... haah...”

His mouth moved on its own.

The words weren’t his thoughts—they were desires rising from his throat. Maz’s voice in his brain said:

“You’ve always wanted to talk like this, haven’t you?”

He stood, staggering from the washroom. But every step felt heavier—his legs no longer lean, now thick, broad, sticky.

“No... I’m not him... I’m not Maz...”

He repeated, weakening. Because the voice inside whispered:

“You were never the good guy. The real you... is me—stinky, filthy, man-loving Maz.”

Av collapsed before a mirrored hallway wall, saw himself—fat pecs, bulging gut, dark skin, filthy tone, sweat-stained lips.

Breathing hard, he reached for his warped face.

“...Fuck... why do I... look so damn slutty...”

He didn’t deny it anymore. For the first time, in Maz’s tone, he cursed himself: “You filthy whore.”

Lying on the floor, his whole body burned red-hot, muscles squirmed under skin, bones clicked like they were rearranging.

He pushed himself up—his glistening chest bounced heavily, dense slabs of greasy meat weighing down his lungs.

“Haah... hah... fuck...”

His voice—no longer youthful. Like sandpaper, thick and sticky. Every word came with a guttural grunt.

“This body... how... did it get like this... fuck... it feels so good...”

His tone shifted. He wanted to say “how did this happen,” but his mouth added “feels good” instead.

Saying it made his legs tremble.

Shame roiled in his chest—he shook his head, but couldn’t stop the rising heat and thrill.

He felt like a rutting beast, drenched in sweat and stink. His skin seeped grease, the air thick with salty, sour, almost rotting male musk.

He knew—that was Maz’s scent.

Not from memory. From instinct. He knew this smell should spread from his armpits, chest, feet—onto sofas, sheets, and other men’s faces.

“I’m not... I’m Av...”

Still trying to resist. His eyes struggling.

But he looked at his hands.

Veins raised, knuckles thick, skin glossy with sweat, fingers stained with armpit stench.

His once-clean, slender hands now looked like a gruff middle-aged man’s. Thick, greasy, salty, dirt under the nails.

“Fuck... these hands... these fucking hands...”

He lifted them, trembling. Like touching a strange man for the first time—terrified, but addicted.

He couldn’t resist. He grabbed those fat pecs—hard.

“Haah... hah... fuck... this... this softness... feels... so fucking good... hahahah...”

Language broke.

He cracked from his shell—his mouth could no longer say old words.

Only filth. Only the vulgar, to describe what he was becoming. And saying it made him shudder in climax.

“Look at you, you filthy piece of shit... fuck... I’m gonna fuck myself stupid...”

Not thought out—those words grew from his body.

Etched into his tongue, waiting for the meat of Maz to finish forming—then they burst out naturally.

He stood up, naked, facing the mirror. The reflection was no longer Av.

A thick, brown face glistened with grease. Damp short hair clung to his brow. Lips puffed, shadowed with stubble.

He raised his arm—tufts of armpit hair swayed.

He licked his lips—sticky spit on his tongue. Staring at that perverted, sweaty man, he muttered:

“...Fuck... I look so damn sexy like this...”

Then he laughed. A crude, filthy, resigned laugh.

But deep inside, shame still flickered. He cursed himself in Maz’s voice: “Filthy man, whore, slut... still wanna be Av? You’re me now.”

He covered his face, collapsed, writhing between pain, thrill, and horror.

The skin of Maz had almost fully claimed him.

Av no longer sat like Av. He squatted before the mirror, legs spread, elbows on knees, biting a sweat-soaked towel—it reeked of his current scent: salty sweat, body odor, brown skin grease.

The pose—Maz’s.

He didn’t know why. He just squatted—and his body remembered. Posture, motion, habit—once the body was claimed, it performed them on its own.

He stared into the mirror, dazed. Drenched in musk and post-lust exhaustion. His fat chest still stood proud, wet and sticky.

“Fuck... haah... shit... I stink...”

The words weren’t what a clean-cut firefighter would say. His tone now carried laughter, nasal dips, throat rasp—just like Maz’s classic voice in recordings.

He remembered one line—

Maz, before a shoot, winked at the camera and said:

“I’m so fucking horny today I can’t even handle myself~”

Now, that line leapt from his throat—not from thought, but as if slipped out.

“I’m so fucking horny today I can’t even handle myself~ Hahahaha...”

He froze for three seconds.

Then he laughed—in Maz’s voice.

That laugh—hoarse, filthy, but relaxed. As if the last trace of “Av” had been wiped away in that laugh.

He pushed closer to the mirror. Heavy footsteps slapped wetly on the floor. His fat thighs rubbed, sweat and musk dripping from the gap.

He inhaled deeply—sniffing his armpit.

“Fuck... this smell... goddamn familiar... it’s Maz’s...”

His tone—now flawless. Every word, every breath, was Maz.

But he suddenly stopped, looked down at the mirror.

His heart jolted—deep in his eyes, a glimmer flickered. That wasn’t Maz.

It was himself.

“I... Av... I’m still here...”

He whispered, trying to call himself back. But when he tried again:

“I’m... Av...”

The words caught. His face twisted like he’d been choked, and he cursed:

“Fuck you, what’s with that sissy-ass name, fucking stinks, hahahaha—”

Laughter and curses shattered the last bit of dignity. Not acting. Not reflex.

It was linguistic self-correction.

His mouth, tongue, throat, and brain wouldn’t let him define himself as “Av.”

He slapped his thick thigh, grabbed his warped face, and shouted in Maz’s voice:

“I am—MAZ!!”

That shout—loud, filthy, a broken seal’s howl.

He collapsed, holding his greasy chest, panting. Sweat dripped from his chin. The transformation was complete—body, language, scent, posture, voice—all Maz.

He laughed.

Not Av’s laugh. But Maz’s laugh—aroused, self-loving, filthy, and proud.

Alone, laughing like he was making love to himself.

That night, he stayed in front of the mirror for a long, long time.

Until finally, he licked his stubbled lips, and whispered in a deep, raspy voice:

“I’m finally home.”

[joelovebl-blog]

INTO Uvogin

The mountain night's wind brushed against the sticky sweat on his skin. Avo stood on the scorched earth, gazing up at the pitch-black, starless sky. It was the third time this month he had entered the mountains to fight fires. His uniform had long been burned to tatters, and the goggles had left deep red marks across his face. His fellow firefighters had already descended the mountain one by one. Only he remained to check the last smoldering embers.

At the edge of a charred forest patch, he noticed a strangely clean piece of fabric snagged on a withered branch. It was a pair of underwear—an odd one, made of beast hide. It felt rough, yet oddly elastic. A pungent scent still lingered on it, a strong mix of sweat and smoke—like the musk of some wild male creature. He frowned and picked it up.

“Who the hell would leave something like this in the mountains…?” he muttered, stuffing it into his tool bag. Avo didn’t think much of it—exhaustion left him with no energy to care about such trivial things.

Hot water from the fire station’s communal showers washed over Avo’s muscles. Eyes closed, he let the steam chase away the lingering cold. In the mirror, he was still that fit, clean-cut young man—fair-skinned, with a righteous, determined gaze. Reaching into his bag, he took out the strange underwear, intending to use it as a sweat rag to wipe his back.

At that moment, he had no idea fate had already begun to rewrite itself.

The instant the fabric touched his back, it was like pressing scalding metal to his skin. A sharp pain spread from his spine to his limbs. Startled, he tossed the cloth into the corner and turned to the mirror.

His skin was changing.

First came a sudden spike in body temperature. Avo’s breathing grew rapid, his skin flushed as if suffocating in heat. He raised a hand to wipe his brow and noticed his temples glistening with oil—his sweat now thick and musky, not just moisture but something primal and animalistic.

“What the hell… am I getting sick?”

Looking down at his chest, he was horrified to see his skin gradually staining a deep, earthy brown—from his neck to his chest, the color seeped downward like ancient ink bleeding under the surface. This wasn’t a suntan. It was something… feral. His pores widened, grew oily, and his pectorals began to emit a raw, bestial musk.

Then came the muscle.

His previously well-proportioned chest muscles began to swell as if inflated. With every heartbeat, he felt the fibers swell and strain like something was pushing out from inside. He instinctively gripped the sink—his arms bulged with veins, biceps distorting their clean lines, becoming thick, solid, almost like someone else's arms had been strapped onto his body.

His abdomen began to bulge as well.

But it wasn’t a six-pack formed through training—it was a sturdy core padded with fat and strength, the surface firm yet elastic, and beneath the skin, coarse body hair sprouted. Panic-stricken, Avo ran his hands over his stomach, feeling the bristling hair spreading outward from his navel like a fur pelt draping over him.

The worst part was the explosion of body hair.

Underarm hair thickened abruptly, spreading along his ribs and across his chest. Tufts of chest hair emerged, curling and glistening in the steam, clashing starkly against his once-clean skin. When he raised his arm, he saw beads of sweat trailing down the thick hair and dripping onto the sink.

Suddenly, pain shot through his throat. He coughed hard—and his voice had changed. It was now deep, gravelly, laced with the growl of a beast fused with years of smoke and alcohol. He opened his mouth to speak—

“I… what the hell… ngh…”

His tone shifted instantly. Gone was his clear, righteous voice. What emerged was rough, cocky, laced with a taunting drawl. It was as if another soul had hijacked his vocal cords.

“Heh… what the hell is this… this feeling…?” he murmured, voice dragging with an odd, amused edge.

Avo lunged toward the mirror. His face was transforming.

His nose broadened, brow bones jutted out, and his once-youthful features became rugged and angular. His chin thickened, stubble sprouted across his cheeks. When he raised his hand to touch his face, he froze—the hand was larger, fingers thick and blunt, knuckles pronounced, calluses forming at the tips.

His skin grew darker, glossier, like tanned hide. That face in the mirror—it wasn’t Avo’s anymore. It was his—that brutal, muscle-bound beast from legend: Uvogin.

“No… no, this isn’t real…”

He collapsed to his knees, hands braced against the floor, struggling to catch his breath. But Uvogin’s memories were bleeding into his consciousness.

He saw himself roaring in an arena. Blood spraying from his fists. Foes he slammed to the ground. The image of himself—licking a mix of blood and sweat from his skin, smiling with feral glee.

“This isn’t me… I’m Avo… I’m a firefighter… I save people… I don’t kill…”

But the memories felt too real. The roars, the thrill, the power in every punch—they made his body tremble with exhilaration. His muscles quivered, but he couldn’t stop the rising tide of Uvogin’s identity awakening inside him.

He raised his head. In the mirror was a stranger’s face—yet one that was becoming all too familiar. He whispered:

“I’m… Uvogin…?”

The bathroom lights spilled across the floor, diffused into a hazy blur by steam and sweat. Avo leaned against the wall, panting heavily, his forehead pressed to the cold tiles. His entire body was drenched, as if he’d just escaped a raging wildfire. But he knew—the thing burning wasn’t the forest outside.

It was his own body.

He knelt on the floor, fists clenched tight, veins bulging. Sweat streamed along the contours of his muscles, tracing the iron-like surface of his chest and arms. That chest no longer belonged to a heroic firefighter—it had become a thick, hairy, bestial shell. Every inch of muscle throbbed, every patch of skin burned, as if something inside him was roaring, tearing itself free.

“Calm down… calm down… I’m Avo. I’m human…”

He gasped, wiping his face with a trembling hand, hoping to feel something familiar. But the rough skin, the stiff stubble, the broad cheekbones and pressing brow ridge—all of it felt alien.

He tried to stand, but the figure in the mirror made him collapse again.

A tall, dark-skinned, hair-covered body stared back. His skin had taken on a beast-like deep brown hue, with an oily sheen oozing from his pores like molten metal. Chest hair tangled with belly hair, and the muscles on his shoulders and arms had ballooned to grotesque proportions. Even his collarbones and neck were swollen with thick veins and heavy shadows of bone.

It was the body of a killer.

“No… this isn’t me…”

He covered his face, only to realize his hands had grown—each finger thick like a smith’s hammer, calloused and coarse. His nails had turned yellowish and beastlike. Veins stood out on the backs of his hands, and even the crooks of his elbows were now thick with curly black hair.

“I’m still Avo… I’m human… I’m—”

Suddenly, his throat convulsed, as if twisted by an invisible hand. He let out a growling roar, his voice dropping to something inhuman:

“Ha… hooah…! Aaahhh… this feeling… it’s so damn good.”

He staggered back, slamming into the wall.

Was he… smiling just now? That tone—so mocking, so full of arrogant delight—that wasn’t his voice at all!

His gaze drifted to the corner. The cursed underwear he’d tossed aside lay there silently. It resembled the tongue of a beast, waiting for him to reach out and lick it. His eyes stayed fixed on it, beginning to shimmer with something strange—something fanatical, familiar… even nostalgic.

“…That’s not mine,” he growled, turning away. “That’s Uvogin’s. I’m not him…”

He forced himself toward the mirror, desperate to grasp whatever remained of his untransformed self. But the face in the reflection… felt less and less like his own.

His eyebrows were now thick and slanted downward with weight. His eye sockets had deepened, and the once-bright fire in his gaze had turned into a glint of bloodlust and confidence.

He slowly opened his mouth to speak to the mirror:

“I am… Avo.”

But the lips in the reflection moved, and a low voice answered:

“No… you are me. You are… Uvogin.”

He shook his head violently, slapping his face, trying to force himself awake. But then the memories came—not his memories.

He saw himself roaring atop a rocky cliff. He saw chains wrapped around his arms as he shattered an enemy’s ribcage. He heard the gasps of a crowd, felt blood spray across his fists—and that rush, that thrill of total domination.

They were Uvogin’s memories.

“Don’t come in… don’t take me over…!”

He clutched his head and dropped to the floor, forehead against the tiles. Sweat dripped steadily. But the scent—it was growing stronger, more pungent. Not just sweat anymore, but his scent: the musk of smoke and beast-hide, soaked in testosterone.

And Avo was starting to get used to it.

Worse—he was starting to like it.

“Damn it… damn it… what’s… happening…”

His legs began to swell. Muscles and bones shifted violently, turning his limbs into massive, iron-bound trunks. The tops of his feet bulged, toes tearing through his sandals, transforming into wide, beastlike paws. Hair sprouted thickly up his calves, itching until he gasped. His legs trembled. When he collapsed to his knees, he let out another deep growl.

“Ghhhaa… feels… so damn good… no—no! I can’t let this happen…!”

In the mirror, the beast was grinning again—muscles gleaming with sweat and hair, his face curled in a cruel sneer.

“Admit it. You like this strength. This is who you truly are.”

Terrified, he backed into a corner. His throat issued a low moan—hoarse, raw, like an animal in heat. He tried to speak, but every word came out laced with profanity and growling inflection.

“Haah… goddamn… this body’s so heavy… this isn’t a uniform—it’s a damn suit of armor…”

He stopped.

He had just… appreciated this body? Thought of it as a weapon?

His awareness shook again. Logic and beastliness fought for control.

The steam in the bathhouse had long since dissipated. The water had stopped running. The world was now silent—silent except for the breathing. Heavy, rugged, and laced with the low, guttural rhythm of a beast’s growl.

That sound no longer belonged to Avo.

The man standing before the mirror—no, that creature—was no longer human. He was something else. A monster. Or rather, a king among hunters.

He stood naked, soaked in sweat, his muscles bulging like forged iron, each fiber pulsing with every breath. His chest was covered in thick hair, stretching from his collarbone down to his abdomen. Beads of sweat glistened between the strands, as if a beast had just returned from battle. His shoulders were so broad they filled the entire mirror. When his arms hung at his sides, his fists nearly brushed his knees. His entire frame radiated animalistic dominance and raw power.

Avo was gone.

“Huff… haaa…”

He drew a deep breath—and the scent… A blend of musk, sweat, beast hide, and smoke—made his knees go weak. Slowly, he reached up and ran his palm over his chest. The hot, coarse hair prickled against his hand with a jarring realism.

“How… did it come to this…”

His voice was hoarse and low, like a throat that had roared and torn itself apart a hundred times over. It wasn’t a voice he recognized—yet he couldn’t deny the intoxicating strength in it. He murmured:

“This body…”

—So big… —So hot… —So rank… —So good…

He swallowed hard, cheeks flushing.

“I…”

He looked down at his hands—thick, rough, knuckles like iron, curls of hair coiled tightly in his palm. He rubbed his chin with the back of his fingers, and the dense stubble pricked his skin, making him shudder. That wasn’t his face. That wasn’t his voice. But still—he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to look, to touch, to smell, to lick.

He turned his head toward his armpit.

There, hair sprouted like a wild thicket, damp and matted against the skin, radiating raw masculine musk. He raised his arm slowly, and the moment his nose caught the scent, a jolt ran through his entire body.

“Ghhhaa… Why do I… like this smell…? I… I used to hate…”

He grit his teeth—but couldn’t stop himself from inhaling again. This time, he held the breath in, his eyes glazing over.

“Haahh… This scent… it’s Uvogin… it’s my scent…”

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The Metamorphosis of Brother Jie PART2：　

Zhang Kaoquan — thirty years old, with a flawless physique and perfectly defined muscles, a strikingly handsome face with sharp, well-sculpted features, and fair, clean skin. He always spoke with a roguish charm.

He was the hottest rising star in the film industry, having played roles in action films, romance dramas, and even art-house LGBTQ films — effortlessly adapting to every genre. In one interview, he laughed and said:

"With a face like mine, even if I played a middle-aged man, people would still want to fall in love with me, right?"

The reporter laughed. Fans screamed. The internet exploded with screenshots and fangirl memes. But no one could have guessed that this line would become the turning point of his fate.

That night, he attended the launch event of a sportswear brand. Wearing a tight black T-shirt and athletic pants, he stood on stage showcasing his sweat-slicked, chiseled body. The photographers were practically overheating from snapping away.

Afterward, he entered the dressing room to change and leave when he noticed a strange bag left near the sink.

Inside it was an old, crumpled, dull-colored pair of briefs — clearly too large for him.

“Ugh... what the hell is this?”

He frowned and was about to throw it out, but noticed a small sticky note attached:

[Whoever wears this will know what real charm means.]

Zhang Kaoquan chuckled coldly.

“What kind of outdated marketing gimmick is this?”

He pulled out the briefs and examined the thick, fuzzy material with amused disdain.

“Maybe I’ll go viral if I post this on my stories.”

And so, in the restroom, he actually put them on.

The moment he slipped them on, a strange heat surged from his groin, spreading slowly across his waist, abdomen, back, and chest.

“...Huh? What’s...?”

He looked down and was startled to see his abs subtly swelling — from six distinct packs to a thicker, rounder layer of muscle and fat.

“Wait... is this some kind of prank prop?”

Before he could react, his pectorals also started to puff up. His skin gained a bronze sheen... and hair began to sprout.

“No—no, something’s wrong—”

He tried to take off the underwear, but the fabric clung tightly to his skin, tightening as he pulled. Sweat began to pour from him — not the refreshing kind from a workout, but a muggy, mature scent that clung heavily to him.

Panting, he looked down to find his legs growing thicker, the hair on them multiplying. His arms — once praised for their perfect muscle tone — were becoming bulkier and furred. Veins and stubble-like marks began to appear on his hands.

“This... this can’t be real... is this some hidden camera prank?”

Then, his voice changed.

The clear, magnetic tone shifted to something lower, raspier, with nasal grit and deep resonance from the belly—

It was “Jie-Ge’s” voice.

He fell to his knees in the dressing room, drenched in cold sweat. His hair damp, his chest puffed out, beard stubble emerging, his eyes filled with a world-weariness. In the mirror, he saw a man both foreign and strangely familiar — rugged, tanned, hairy, with a soft belly.

He no longer looked like himself.

“I... I’m Zhang Kaoquan…”

But the voice that left his lips no longer sounded like his.

I’m not you, but I’ve become just like you.

The dressing room was empty, save for him, kneeling in front of the mirror, panting. His body was already drastically transformed—

The man in the mirror had dark, tanned skin, a burly chest, a soft and bouncy belly, thickly haired arms marked by age, deep eyes, bushy eyebrows, and the kind of smirk that was hard to read.

It wasn’t Zhang Kaoquan’s smile.

He panted and muttered:

“I... I’m not like this... I’m...”

His voice caught.

What should’ve been his confident, magnetic tone was now rough and husky — like an older man murmuring under dim lights.

He touched his Adam’s apple — now more prominent and firm. He opened his mouth again:

“My name is... Zhang Kao…”

Then a voice echoed in his mind, low and warm, but not his own.

"I’m Jie-Ge, kid... not bad, got a nice round butt on ya."

“...Shut up.” He clenched his fists.

He stood shakily, walked to the mirror, braced his hands on the sink, and stared at the utterly unfamiliar reflection.

“This isn’t me... I’m not some... old, hairy...”

Then, the man in the mirror suddenly smirked with amusement.

He smirked too.

“Oh? This look... actually kinda has a vibe.”

He grabbed his own cheek in shock.

“No—no... why did I say that... who am I becoming...”

He staggered back, heart pounding, as strange memories bubbled up— not of film sets or press interviews, but:

— In a gym, with a towel around his neck, watching a boy do squats. — Late at night, soaking his feet while watching a young livestreamer flex his muscles online. — Hanging a ragged pair of underwear to dry, fondly thinking, “Damn, this old pair’s been through a lot with me.”

“That’s not me... I never did any of that...”

“Exactly,” said the voice in his mind, “But you’re gonna start enjoying it.”

“...Who are you?”

“I’m you. Or rather — you’re becoming me.”

The voice was deep and lazy, like an uncle chatting in a hot bath.

He shook his head, panicked. “I’m not becoming some damn middle-aged uncle…”

But his actions, his tone, even his breathing — all began to feel “unyoung.” Worse, his emotions weren't explosive anymore, but sluggish, internalized.

That... was Jie-Ge’s aura.

—

Just then, the dressing room door opened.

Two men walked in — both looking exactly like him now.

One had a shorter beard, the other a rounder belly. Both wore dark tank tops and slippers, moving slowly yet with unshakable presence.

One looked him over and grinned.

“Hey, newbie?”

Startled, he asked, “Who... who are you?”

One of them sat down, relaxed:

“You look like us now. So we are who you are.”

“You too...?”

“Every chosen one was someone who thought they were hot,” one said with a smirk. “That’s why we all ended up looking like our total opposite. Only to realize — this is who we truly are.”

He stepped back, only to realize he was unconsciously mimicking their stance — legs apart, belly slightly forward, shoulders loose.

“Why did you turn me into this?”

“We didn’t make you wear the briefs, handsome. That was your curiosity.”

“You—”

His voice cracked again.

That casual, raspy, low-key tone — it was Jie-Ge’s way of speaking.

One patted his shoulder, leaned in, and whispered:

“Don’t worry, we’ve all been there... one moment calling ourselves ‘Kaoquan,’ the next smiling and saying ‘Hey, I’m Jie-Ge.’”

“I won’t become like you—”

“You already have.” He chuckled.

“You’ll realize — the day you pat your belly and say ‘not bad’ with pride... is the day you’re finally free.”

—

That night, he sat alone on his hotel bed, in silence.

He looked at his hands, touched his now-soft belly, then his furry chest.

Then... he smirked.

“Hmph... got some real manliness now.”

He froze.

“...Did I just... compliment myself?”

He paused for a long while, then chuckled — a deep, mischievous laugh.

His expression shifted, reshaped, and layered into something new.

He began to wonder:

Maybe I’ve always been him... just hadn’t awakened yet.

Live like someone long enough, and you become them.

Zhang Kaoquan walked down the hallway to the studio. His heavy figure cast a thick shadow on the floor — broad shoulders, muscular back, a protruding belly, and legs far from “celebrity toned.”

He tugged on the T-shirt meant for a fitness shoot — now caught between his beefy chest and gut.

He didn’t think much of it. He just patted his stomach and muttered:

“This shirt’s way too small...”

Then froze.

That tone — that complaint — wasn’t that the exact kind of middle-aged uncle gripe he used to scoff at?

Standing outside the studio, an assistant glanced at him, then asked:

“Excuse me, sir... are you someone visiting this shoot?”

He blinked. “...What do you mean?”

The assistant smiled awkwardly, “We’re waiting for Zhang Kaoquan — he said he’d bring his own outfit today?”

He paused for five seconds, then let out a low chuckle.

The assistant hesitated, then smiled, “Would you like to come in and rest? We can get you a coffee?”

“Hot. Less sugar.”

He replied instinctively — and was startled by how naturally it came out.

Inside, people glanced at him curiously. He heard whispers:

“Is that someone’s dad? Looks like he’s serious about fitness though.”

He sipped his coffee and listened.

Surprisingly... he felt comfortable.

Not anxious. Not ashamed. But like he’d finally settled into his rightful place.

He looked down at his hands —

Knuckled, hairy, calloused — not a star’s hands, but the hands of a man who'd lived.

“...I really do look like Jie-Ge now.”

He whispered, then smirked — a little rough, a little smug.

When the shoot began, the photographer turned the lights on him and said, “Whoa — this dude’s more photogenic than our original actor.”

He didn’t correct them.

He just followed the directions: chest out, belly pressing against his waistband, eyes glancing downward, lips curling upward.

That wasn’t “Zhang Kaoquan’s pose.”

It was Jie-Ge’s — confident, masculine, with just a hint of teasing.

“Perfect! Looks like... a mature beast!”

He didn’t respond. Just smiled — not the smile of a celebrity, but the kind of guy who’d ask to borrow your lighter at the barber shop.

After the shoot, he passed a mirror and paused.

“...It’s me.”

But he wasn’t sure who said it anymore.

Back in the hotel bathroom, naked before the mirror, steam clung to his thick chest and soft belly. Wet body hair stuck to his skin. His stubble had grown deeper, like it had always been there.

He looked at the man in the mirror.

“You’re not me.”

“No, I am you.”

He ran his hand over his belly, muttering:

“I know this isn’t acting anymore... I’m starting to actually... like this.”

Memories resurfaced:

Humming old songs in hot springs; That teasing look while watching young boys at the gym; Slapping his own belly fondly while hanging underwear to dry.

“This isn’t me...”

He whispered.

But then, he sat on the bed, arms crossed over his chest, and sighed in that low, relaxed uncle tone:

“But it’s not bad... kinda manly.”

He froze.

That was... his voice, his thought, his words.

He touched his face again, fingers tracing stubble and nose.

“Am I... still Zhang Kaoquan?”

“Or am I already the third Jie-Ge?”

He lived like Jie-Ge.

To the world, he was Jie-Ge.

And more and more, he liked it.

He just wasn’t sure anymore...

Was this a role?

Or... had he always been this way — just waiting to awaken?

You’re already one of us

“I need... to figure this out.”

It was late at night. Zhang Kaoquan sat in his room while the TV played one of his old movies. On screen, his younger self was handsome, upright, and radiating confidence with every movement. But now, he sat on the couch—thick-bodied, hairy, hugging his belly—completely different from the man on screen.

He muttered under his breath:

“...I don’t look like that anymore.”

He patted his belly gently. The firm warmth beneath his palm sent a slight shiver through him.

“I can’t keep going like this... I need to find them... ask them why.”

—

The next day, he wore a loose tank top, khaki shorts, and slippers. He went to the gym—the place where he first “met them.”

As soon as he entered, the front desk greeted him warmly: “Morning, Jie-Ge! What are we training today?”

He frowned slightly and nodded without a word.

“Jie-Ge” was no longer just a nickname. It had become a label he couldn’t shake off.

He passed rows of machines and headed to the stretching area in the corner.

There, two men—both looking almost identical to his current self—were sitting.

One wore reading glasses, tapping his foot while scrolling his phone. The other was shirtless, with a towel over his belly, listening to a radio.

Zhang Kaoquan stood before them, his voice heavy:

“...We need to talk.”

One looked up and smiled. “Finally came to find us, huh?”

“I want to know... why I became like this.”

“You didn’t become—you already are.” The other grinned.

“I still remember who I am. I’m Zhang Kaoquan.”

“So what if you remember?” said the shirtless one, sitting up lazily. “Your body, your voice, even the way you talk now—does any of it still look like ‘Zhang Kaoquan’?”

Zhang Kaoquan frowned. “I... I’m still conscious... I haven’t been brainwashed...”

“No one brainwashed you. You fermented on your own, get it?”

The one with glasses chuckled and pointed to his belly: “You know what this is?”

Zhang looked down at his own belly—round, solid, identical to theirs.

“This isn’t fat. It’s identity.”

They both stood up and slowly stepped toward him, almost nose to nose. Three middle-aged men, identical in appearance, scent, and skin texture, stood before the mirror—three versions of the same person.

“Don’t your hands naturally find their way to your belly now?”

“Don’t you like waking up in the morning with unshaven stubble and a stronger musk?”

“Don’t your sentences now end with a drawn-out tone, like: ‘Reeeally~’?”

With every question, his face flushed a bit more.

But not from shame—more from being exposed.

“You’re already living like us,” one whispered. “Live like someone long enough, and you’ll become them.”

Zhang Kaoquan gritted his teeth and stepped back. “No... I still—”

“You’re still resisting because you’re viewing yourself through Zhang Kaoquan’s eyes.” The shirtless man smiled and pushed him toward the mirror. “Now look carefully at yourself.”

In the mirror: thick stubble, tanned skin, lines of age on his face, eyes deep and mischievous, a broad chest, a round belly, thick body hair, and calm breathing.

Then, without thinking, he blurted out:

“...Actually kinda hot.”

The moment he heard himself, his eyes widened.

“Did... I just say that?”

The man in the mirror smirked—Jie-Ge’s signature smirk—on his own face.

One of them leaned in and whispered:

“Accept it. You’re the third Jie-Ge now.”

“From today on, you’re no longer Zhang Kaoquan—”

“You’re ‘Jie-Ge.’ Our proudest work.”

—

That night, Zhang Kaoquan returned to his room and stared into the mirror, silent for a long time.

He could no longer look at his old posters. They didn’t feel like him anymore. He no longer did nightly skincare routines. He soaked his feet, drank black coffee, and listened to the radio. He typed slower. He cleared his throat before speaking. He was even thinking about cutting his hair shorter.

He sat down, hands resting on his belly—like a quiet acceptance ritual.

“...Jie-Ge, huh... rolls off the tongue.”

He said softly, then laughed.

Not bitterly. Not self-mockingly.

It was the kind of laugh you give when you finally figure out who you really are.

—

His identity might still be resisting, but his life now completely belonged to—

Jie-Ge’s world.

—

6:00 a.m. The sun barely rising.

Zhang Kaoquan—or rather, the man he’d become—sat shirtless on a folding chair on the balcony, soaking his feet in hot water, sipping black coffee. His belly rested peacefully on his thighs.

One hand propped up his cheek as he gazed into the distance. His eyes were calm, his chest and belly hair damp and clinging to his skin. He wasn’t waiting for anyone—just savoring this moment where nothing needed to be proven.

His phone buzzed on the table.

A message from his manager.

[Kaoquan, I know you’ve been off lately. We’re negotiating with the brand for now. Just rest and don’t worry.]

He stared at the message for a long time, then quietly pressed “Block” and “Delete Contact.”

“He’s not looking for me anymore.”

He set the phone down, picked up his freshly dried old briefs, gave them a shake, pulled them on high around his waist—like completing a ritual.

He stood in front of the mirror, slicked back his hair—shorter now, revealing a broader forehead and thickened hairline. He pointed finger-guns at the mirror.

“Hey, morning—Jie-Ge here.”

He laughed.

—

He stepped out of the apartment building. Passersby turned their heads—not because of some celebrity aura, but because—

His presence now was unmistakable.

Tanned skin. Broad shoulders. A prominent chest and belly. Thick body hair peeking from his tank top. He moved slowly, confidently. When he answered calls, he used his chin to hold the phone, left hand on his waist.

“Ahhh~ alright, alright. I’ll tell you later. For now, let’s get some braised pork rice—whatever.”

His tone was relaxed, grounded—yet carried the unspoken authority of a middle-aged man.

—

That afternoon, he returned to the gym. The front desk immediately called out:

“Jie-Ge’s here!”

He nodded, smiling with ease.

Someone recognized him:

“Hey Jie-Ge, didn’t you use to act? You look familiar…”

He raised his head and grinned. “Aiyo, you’ve got the wrong guy. No star life here~ just a bigger belly that gets me mistaken.”

Everyone laughed. He laughed too.

But only he knew—

He had just buried the name “Zhang Kaoquan” with his own hands.

From now on, he was “Jie-Ge.”

He entered the locker room, saw the same note still taped to the mirror:

[Whoever wears this will know what real charm means.]

He didn’t frown this time. Instead, he gently touched the note and murmured:

“Now I know... this is the real me.”

He packed up his gym bag—deodorant, razor, instant coffee, and a fresh pair of briefs.

That was “Jie-Ge’s” lifestyle kit.

—

That night, he sat on a park bench with the other two Jie-Ges. All three drank beer, their bellies pressing against damp T-shirts as they chatted and laughed.

“Remember when he first changed? Had that ‘I’m still Zhang Kaoquan’ face~”

“Now he suns his belly and even pats it twice!”

He didn’t argue. Just lit a cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, and chuckled:

“Yeah, back then I kept pretending I still had a six-pack… Now with a little extra meat, people say I’m more approachable.”

“Hell yeah. That old celeb face of yours looks even more grounded now.”

He laughed loudly: “Yeah, I look so good now I wanna kiss myself.”

They all laughed. Under the moonlight, three burly middle-aged men sat side by side like solid stones.

—

Zhang Kaoquan has vanished.

From this day on, he lives, speaks, moves, and smells as “Jie-Ge.”

No more acting. No more struggling. No more resistance.

Because now—

He is the most natural version of himself:

The third Jie-Ge.

What’s next?

He smiled slightly, glancing at a young man walking by.

His eyes lit up.

“So… should we go find the fourth?”

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The Metamorphosis of Brother Jie PART1：　

The summer afternoon wind swept across the sports field, hot and restless. Yang Yongwei lay on the concrete steps beside the gymnasium with his hands behind his head, a smug grin on his face. He was the star athlete of the university team—fit, evenly built, sporting a bright and confident smile that made every girl on campus swoon.

But his pride made him arrogant and dismissive of others.

“Tch. That creepy old dude… Why’s he still hanging around the gym?” he sneered, referring to the middle-aged man who occasionally appeared in the locker room—known to everyone as “Brother Jie.”

Brother Jie was a man in his forties, bulky but slightly out of shape, often seen in tight tank tops and shorts. He trained silently in the gym, occasionally casting Yang Yongwei a strange, indescribable look.

“Pervert,” Yang muttered under his breath.

That afternoon, after playing basketball with a few teammates, Yang stepped into the locker room and noticed Brother Jie had just left—but had forgotten a pair of gray briefs on the bench near the lockers. They were large, worn-out, the edges even slightly yellowed.

“Gross… Who even wears this kind of stuff?” He curled his lip in disgust. He was about to toss them in the trash when he suddenly remembered something he’d joked about with his friends the night before:

“Hey, if you dare wear that pervy uncle’s underwear and take a photo, I’ll buy you bubble tea for a whole month.”

Yang grinned.

With mischief and mockery in his heart, he quietly slipped the briefs into his bag.

Back in his dorm room, Yang locked the door, turned on the AC, and tossed his jersey on the floor. Clad only in his shorts and white athletic briefs, he sat on the edge of his bed, pulling out the old, slightly damp, and faintly musky gray underwear, looking at it with contempt.

“Do people actually wear stuff like this?”

Half-joking, he pulled off his own underwear and slipped on the briefs. The moment the fabric touched his skin, he frowned.

A cold, clammy sensation with an almost tangible presence wrapped tightly around his groin and backside.

“…Ugh, what the hell is this?”

He tried to take them off, but the grip grew tighter, as if the briefs were clinging to his body, refusing to let go. Panic began to set in.

“What the—why won’t it come off—?!”

Then, a sudden surge of burning energy rushed into his lower abdomen. His muscles began to swell. The lean, youthful definition of his abs thickened in mere seconds, becoming the dense, heavy core of a middle-aged man—less defined, more like a solid slab of strength with a layer of fat cushioning over it.

“N-No way… What is this?”

His breathing quickened. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His legs thickened; coarse hair began sprouting on his calves. He staggered toward the mirror and saw that his once-straight, youthful spine was curving, expanding into the broad, solid frame of an adult man.

“What… What the hell’s happening?! I just need to get them off, just take them off—!”

His voice caught.

A burning sensation flared deep in his throat. The bright, slightly boyish tone of his voice slowly deepened, turning hoarse, cracking—bit by bit, it morphed into a voice he knew all too well, one he hated.

It was Brother Jie’s voice.

“How… how can this be…” he muttered, clutching the wall, his voice low and unfamiliar.

His fingers began to thicken, joints more prominent, nails dull and rounded. He looked down at his hands—the very hands he prided himself on for basketball—now transforming into rough, sturdy hands of a middle-aged man.

“This… this has to be a nightmare…”

In his head, he could almost hear a voice laughing.

—“What you stole wasn’t just underwear… it was the desire and loneliness of my entire life.”

The man in the mirror was no longer the arrogant, handsome, and well-built college athlete he once was.

Eyes wide with horror, Yang Yongwei watched the muscles on his chest swell rapidly, bulging like they’d been sculpted through intense weight training. But this wasn’t the toned, sharply defined chest of youth—it was heavy, protruding, covered in a fine layer of dark, curly hair… just like Brother Jie’s middle-aged torso.

He let out a low growl, his voice now rough and nasal. “No… This has to be some kind of possession…”

Then, his neck began cracking audibly, bones and muscles rearranging themselves. It thickened; his shoulders expanded outward, and his collarbones vanished beneath a thickening layer of skin. His complexion—once smooth and fair—was rapidly staining a deep tan. First his chest, then his neck, arms, thighs, and even the tops of his feet darkened in seconds.

But it wasn’t just the color. The skin was turning coarse, thick, with visible pores and active sweat glands. More disturbingly, strands of black body hair began pushing out from beneath the surface.

“No… Please, no…”

He begged, staggering toward the bathroom, turning on the shower in a desperate attempt to wash it all away. But the freezing water only made him more acutely aware of every shift and change—as if his body was steadily becoming… Brother Jie’s.

His belly was swelling.

Yang stumbled back in shock. Gone were the six-pack abs of a young man; in their place, a solid but undeniably rounded gut. It wasn’t a flabby beer belly, but rather the kind of power gut that comes from years of disciplined training—a heavy, rounded mass that exuded both strength and age.

“I’m not him… I’m not him—!”

He shouted at the mirror, only to freeze in horror as the voice that came out wasn’t his own. It was low, husky, with a slight rasp and the deep-throated rumble of someone panting through thick vocal cords—the exact voice Brother Jie used when saying, “Hey, kid,” at the gym.

“Kid…”

He paused, whipping his head around. Suddenly, an image flashed through his mind—not a memory, but vivid as reality.

He was standing in the corner of the gym, wearing those all-too-familiar gray briefs, wiping sweat from his chest. Across the room, a young man stood up from a machine—lean, fresh, and full of youthful energy. Yang didn’t recognize him… yet deep inside, a strange wave of longing surged up.

“No… That’s not my thought…��

He shook his head violently, only to realize there were now two voices inside his mind. One was his own—panicked, resisting; the other was deep, steady, almost calm… tinged with hunger, and something else. Acceptance.

It was—Brother Jie’s consciousness.

That pair of underwear hadn’t just infected his body. It had released a memory. A presence. A soul—now creeping into his marrow and nerves.

“I… my name is…”

He froze again, speech faltering. Two names now clashed in his mind: Yang Yongwei… and Brother Jie. The former began to blur. The latter became clearer with each breath.

In the mirror, he was panting hard. His hands gripped the sink tightly—knuckles thick as iron. Hair now blanketed his entire body, especially his chest and arms, like he was born wearing a layer of coarse fur.

He turned, spotting his athletic tank top hanging behind him. He almost laughed.

That kind of youthful thing? It no longer belonged on a man like him.

A man like me?

He stopped.

Froze.

His thoughts were beginning to fracture.

Night had fallen.

Outside the window, the streetlights cast a halo of amber, slipping through the cracks in the curtains and spilling onto the dorm floor—like a secret seeping out from the depths of memory.

Yang Yongwei—or rather, the man who could no longer truly be called that—lay on the bed, breathing heavily. The bedframe creaked beneath his massive weight. His chest rose and fell slowly, beads of sweat sliding down his bronzed torso, tracing the firm but rounded curves of his midsection, and disappearing into the pair of briefs still clinging tightly to his skin.

Those briefs now felt like part of his own flesh.

His hand slid over his chest—his fingers now thick and calloused. The coarse hair that had grown thick across his body made every touch feel foreign… and yet disturbingly real. He didn’t dare look in the mirror anymore. Because he already knew: the reflection would no longer show a proud, athletic young man in his twenties.

What he’d see instead was a man in his forties—burly, paunchy, covered in stubble and age.

“I’m not him… I’m not Jie-ge… I…”

He murmured softly, only to be startled by the voice that escaped his throat—gravelly, deep, resonant with a mature magnetism. It was no longer his voice.

The resonance came from the new structure of his chest and throat. He could feel it—the thickened vocal cords, the protruding Adam’s apple. Every word he spoke vibrated with an unfamiliar authority, a commanding presence that made his own skin crawl.

He bolted upright, gasping for air, a storm of confusion roaring in his head.

—“That day… that kid smiled so sweetly… looked about eighteen or nineteen… must’ve just started college…”

“Who… Who are you calling ‘kid’? I don’t even know him!”

—“But damn… the way his ass bounced while running… I just wanted to—”

“Shut up! That’s not me talking!!”

He punched the wall with such force that a crack splintered across the surface. He panted, sweat dripping down his face. He could no longer tell which thoughts were his and which belonged to Jie-ge. The images were getting more vivid. The urges, stronger.

Memories were seeping in. He began to see things—through eyes that weren’t his own:

Sitting in a dark corner of the gym, watching youthful bodies glisten with sweat. In the locker room, seeing damp athletic gear clinging to firm, toned skin. Sitting alone on his scooter at night, lighting a cigarette, inhaling smoke to bury the ache of a love he never had.

That loneliness… thick and suffocating, like cigarette smoke clinging to the soul.

“Why�� why do I know his loneliness…?”

Yang Yongwei felt his heart sink.

He tried to recall his parents, his teammates, the girl he once liked—but their faces were fading, like ink bleeding off old newspaper left in the rain.

In contrast, Jie-ge’s life became clearer and clearer. He remembered being a firefighter. Remembered the injury that pushed him into fitness. Remembered his first love—a high school classmate he never dared to approach. Remembered holding a young man’s hand in the park one night… and running away in fear the next.

They weren’t his memories. And yet, it felt like he had lived them.

“No… I don’t want this…”

His voice trembled, but no tears came. His tear ducts had grown too strong—just like Jie-ge. A lifetime of repression forged into his flesh.

That night, he didn’t sleep. His mind was a swirl of entangled memories, blurred lines of identity, gender, and desire. At dawn, he found himself staring out the window.

A younger classmate, in a tank top, was jogging on the path below.

His eyes followed the figure’s stride—then widened in horror as he stepped back, heart racing.

“…Did I just… want him…?”

He shook his head violently.

But deep inside, he knew. It wasn’t a hallucination.

It was the desire of another self—one that was taking over.

He collapsed into the chair, palms covering his face. His hands were heavy, rough. His face, once angular, now wide, weathered, covered in stubble. A low, feral growl rumbled in his throat, like a beast trapped between two realities.

“…Who am I anymore…”

The room fell silent.

Only the sound of his heavy breathing remained.

And then—his phone rang.

Incoming Call: Unknown.

His hand trembled as he picked up.

“Yongwei… how are you feeling?”

The voice was deep, teasing, with a familiar Southern accent.

“Who… who are you?!”

“Does it matter? What does matter… is that the thing you stole… wasn’t just a pair of underwear.”

“…What did you do to me?”

“I didn’t do anything. I simply gave you the chance to feel what it’s like… when a soul that’s been looked down on… finally takes over someone else’s body and mind. Didn’t you used to call me disgusting?”

“Then enjoy it—from the inside out.”

Click. The call ended.

Yang Yongwei collapsed onto the floor, drenched in cold sweat. In that moment, he realized—this wasn’t a prank.

It wasn’t magic. It was a ritual. A quiet, soul-deep exchange of identity and desire.

That night, there was no going back.

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Wishing Away The Guilt.

In collaboration with the great and wonderful @misctf :)

The sound of his alarm blaring woke James from his sleep. The young man jumped up, a wave of excitement coursing through him. Today was the day- one he had been waiting for since he was a kid. Today was his first day as a rookie police officer. Joining his older brothers, father, grandfather, and so on in the “family business.” James took a quick shower and dressed into his pristine new uniform. 

He grabbed a protein shake and headed out, but not before snapping a selfie in his new uniform.

He was very proud of wearing it, and he respected the responsibility it held. All the days of training both his mind and body for this moment. And now at 27, he was ready to make a difference in his community. 

When he arrived at the department, he was greeted by new rookies and his new fellow officers. Most of the older guys were already around 40 years old, their faces stern and focused. But that didn't matter to James. In them, he saw the person he wanted to become. 

"Attention! Good morning men. First, let's welcome the new rookies!" The Chief barked. Their fellow police officers applauded, "As you know, being a police officer is not easy, right? But you’re here now. You’re the best of the best. And you must first learn two things: DISCIPLINE AND STRENGTH. Do you understand!?" 

"Yes sir!" James and his fellow rookies responded. 

“Today will be simple. Rookies, you’ll be paired with a more senior officer. You do what they say. You learn from them. Understand?” And so the pairing began, "And your partner, James, will be Alex. Be good to him." 

James nodded and turned towards his new partner. Alex was a 45-year-old man, tall, muscular, strict, and his face was serious. He nodded at James, and gestured for him to follow. James could already tell this guy wasn’t happy to have a rookie following him around. But that wasn’t going to stop him for enjoying his day. While James and Alex patrolled, James tried to make small talk. But Alex only gave simple answers, and their conversation stalled. But when the rookie felt the car slow down, he wondered if his senior officer picked up on something. 

"Okay, rookie, this will be our first task, got it?” Alex muttered, “See those men over there? They're breaking the law." But James was confused. He couldn’t possibly mean that group of black guys playing basketball. 

"Uhm...But Alex, those guys aren't doing anything wrong, right? They're just playing basketball, what law are they breaking?” James commented. 

"Are you fucking contradicting me?" Alex said angrily, his eyes blaring with rage, “Questioning your superior on your first day, rookie?” 

"No but-" 

"That's it, we’re going back to the department. Fuckin’ shame rookie. On your first day, really? Can’t even follow basic instructions." 

"No! No, it's okay! I-I’ll go break up the game." The moment Alex heard that, he smiled. 

“No you’re getting it, rookie.” 

The two of them got out of their vehicle and approached. James felt sick. This wasn’t right. 

"Hey! What do you think you’re all doing?" Alex barked. The guys turned around and saw the policeman approaching.  

"Yeah? What's up, cop? We ain't doing nothing wrong- just hanging out with my homies... chilling, you know." 

"Did I ask you to explain to me what you were doing?” Alex raised an eyebrow, “No, right? Clear the court. Fight back and we’ll take you back to the station." The guy's friends started to mutter while some of them had surprised faces. James just stood there quietly. 

"What? We haven't done anything that violated any rules. Leave us the fuck alone, pig.”

Alex’s rage was palpable. In an instant, he went behind the boy's back, grabbed his arms, and threw him to the ground. 

"Alright wise guy, disrespecting the law? Think I smell marijuana, don’t you? You’re under arrest. We’ll be taking you back to the station for questioning.” Alex glared at the other men, “I think you need a good lesson about respect. All of you do. But in the meantime, get out of here. We don’t need you in our town, got it?” 

James did his best to hide his disgust as he followed Alex and the young man back to the patrol car. James knew he had to say something but he stayed silent. He was just a rookie and didn't want to contradict his partner. And after throwing the young man in the back of the patrol car, the two cops sped away. Leaving the other basketball players in shock. 

Once they arrived back at the department, Alex instructed James to place the young man in a holding cell. James nodded, doing his best to hide his discomfort. As he led the young man away, he remained silent. 

“You really ain’t gonna say anything, are ya?” The young man asked. 

“Please cooperate, Mr...uhh...” James realized he didn’t even get this guy’s name. 

“Michael.” Michael replied, “So you’re...”

“Stop talking.” James replied. 

Michael smirked, “If you think this cell is gonna hold me, pig... well you’ve got another thing coming. Your partner is trash, but you...” James shuddered as a cool air passed through him, “Ya, I get you.” Michael smirked.  

“Whatever.” He replied. 

After placing the young man in the holding cell, he walked back to find his partner. Alex was sipping on a cup of coffee and looking all too pleased with himself. Their Chief was nodding.  

"That's what happens when you're aggressive with the law" Alex commented proudly, “This is how we keep the streets safe.” 

“It sounds like it was a tough altercation. The city thanks you.” The Chief replied, “And you James, excellent job. You stayed calm in a tough situation. You have a promising future ahead of you.” 

"Thank you, Chief....” James forced a smile, “Alex is a good partner. I’ll..." James continued with a smile but inside the guilt was eating him up, “I look forward to working with him more.” 

And so the long, heavy day passed slowly for James. And on the drive home, James couldn’t focus. Instead, feelings of guilt welled up inside him. 

"Did that really happen?” He mumbled as he entered his apartment, “That was fucked up, he wasn't doing anything wrong..." James mumbled, the feeling of guilt clawing at his conscious, "Maybe a shower will help me relax."

The rookie stretched and went up to his bathroom, where he quickly removed his uniform, until he stood completely naked. He sighed as he looked down at his badge. If you had told him earlier today this is how he’d feel, he wouldn’t have believed you. But now, he just wanted to relax. 

Once he was inside the shower, he allowed the warm water to caress his skin, sighing as he enjoyed the feeling. Yet despite that, guilt continued to eat away at him. 

"I can't stop thinking about earlier...” He mumbled, “I should talk to the chief tomorrow and tell him.” But the thought of Alex’s wrath caused him to shudder, “But what if I lose my job? I can’t..." 

James closed his eyes, letting the water run through his blond hair. And as the water continued to soak his body, his feet began to grow in size, with a few audible cracks. All the while, their color started to shift, slowly darkening from pale, to tan, to an ebony bronze. James was so relaxed and focused on the shower that he hadn't realized. Instead, he grabbed his shampoo and scrubbed his hair. And as he did, his police cut and blonde locks changed color. Initially, they took on a brown hue, and darkened further until becoming black. Soon, its texture shifted, becoming curly. 

“What would dad do?” James thought, barely noticing that the shampoo cascading down his body was shifting his skin tone. His once white skin now covered in dark streaks, which were only expanding.

James winced at an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, as his pecs popped out and filled with muscle. All the while, his barely noticeable abs jutted out from his stomach forming an impressive six-pack and v-line on its sides. As he stretched his arms above his head to scrub his hair, they started to tone up. His biceps and triceps rapidly expanding. His light blond pit hair grew and darkened, poking out as he lowered his arms. 

“Shit, I feel warm...” He mumbled, turning down the water temperature to little relief. 

His torso suddenly expanded and his shoulders lengthened, giving him a more athletic and sporty build, even compared to his prior physique. His once white legs also changed filling with firm muscle and rapidly toning. 

“Ugh... shit...” He mumbled as he felt his dick twitch. 

As he gripped his cock, it began to lengthen and swell in his hand as it reached an impressive 23 centimeters. And as it stood erect, its color darkened instantly. The young rookie massaged his new cock, while his butt firmed up into two juicy, firm bubbles. He let out a silent moan as his face changed. His European features quickly replaced as his lips swelled and his nose widened. Simultaneously, his jaw became more defined and masculine. His eyes stung for a moment, which he attributed to some shampoo getting in them, unaware that his eyes were now a rich chocolate color. Unbeknownst to him, his golden police badge started to shift and change, until it fell apart into several gold necklaces. They magically materialized around his neck.

“Fuck, I feel better after all.” He smiled, turning off the shower. 

He stepped out and grabbed his towel, drying off his muscles. But when he opened his eyes and saw the reflection in the mirror, he jumped back in shock. It was the near-identical reflection of the 20-year old black man they arrested earlier staring back at him. 

“Fuck! How’d you get in here.... wait...” He whispered, watching in horror as the refection mimicked his movements, "What happened to me!?" James shouted, wincing at the sound of his new voice. 

He slowly raised a hand to his face, feeling his smooth skin. And as he ran a hand along his pecs and biceps, he shuddered as he felt the firm muscle. No, this wasn’t right... He needed to... 

“Damn, I look good.” He smirked.

“Wait, what? No, no, no...” James whispered. That voice, that attitude... James felt a sense of dread build up in, “Michael?” He whispered.

 “Aw come on pig, don’t you like this?” James was panicking at the words leaving his mouth. And he watched as his arm moved against his will and he flexed, “I saw what you were packin’ brotha, and I know you just got an upgrade.” 

James shook his head, fighting for control over his body, “Stop, please let me go!” He begged, “I-I’m sorry... I didn’t...” 

He grunted as his hand dove into his pants, “You know what the world doesn’t need? Anotha fuckin’ corrupt pig.” 

James moaned as his hand jerked his new cock, its full length proudly on display. James was forced to stare at himself as he jerked off in his new body. 

“Fuck... Michael... please...” He groaned, “I...”

“You think you could lock me up? Naw man, I ain’t gonna take that shit.” Michael replied, the words leaving James’s mouth. 

“But... I... ugh, my head feels...” James felt a pressure building. Like his mind was stuffed to the brink. Memories that couldn’t possibly be his flashing. He could smell his mom’s comfort food, remember the summer heat growing up when he played basketball with his bros, “Wait... no....” He begged. 

“It’s all good, just let it happen.” Michael said, his voice becoming stronger, the pace of his hand around their cock quickening. 

“I... we... we’re....” James was struggling to think of himself as independent from Michael, “We... we gotta find our brothas, let ‘em know we’re good...” James whispered, still fighting desperately to maintain his independence. 

But when he thought about growing up, he didn’t see a little white boy. He saw a black kid. And when he thought about his father, the man that sparked his interest in police work, he felt... disgusted. He chuckled. 

“We ain’t looking up to no pig.” They said, a smirk forming on their face, “Damn, we do look good.” They continued. A sense of pride now filling James’s mind as he appreciated his beautiful black skin and muscles. And at that moment, they came. A pleasure so intense that it nearly knocked them off their feet, “Fuck, that was good. We... We? Nah man, I fuckin’ look good.” Michael said, “And I need to go find my bros.” 

Michael smirked, seeing the former police uniform now nothing more than a pair of Nike shorts and a black tank-top. He quickly put them on and flexed in the mirror. It only took a few moments after leaving the apartment to find his bros. They were back down at the basketball court, playing a pick-up game. 

“Oh damn Michael, looks like they let you out. We were worried, bro.” 

“You know you don’t need to worry about me.” Michael replied, “And those pigs got what the deserved for treatin’ us like shit. But enough of that.” He grabbed the basketball out of his bro’s hands, “We got a game to finish.” 

[joelovebl-blog]

Red In Mind & Body

Peter Robinson walked out of the luxury hotel he had been staying in into the busy streets of Shenzhen with luggage in hand, he had arrived in China a few days ago as a representative of Electro-Dynamics in order to attend an important technology/trade fair and make a few deals with Chinese providers in a bid to secure millions of chipsets for a new product his company was developing.

The trip had been a complete success and Peter was happy that he would now finally be able to go back home, back to the states.

When he first heard he was going to be sent to China he protested but after he was offered a fat bonus if things went well he accepted but with doubt still lingering in his mind.

The reason why he didn't want to go to China was that he felt that the government there was the worst, he even had posted a few anti-CCP posts in the past on his Facebook as he was a huge advocate of democracy and human rights, things the CCP wasn't known for at all.

Despite this once Peter arrived in Shenzhen he was completely amazed at how modern the city looked, in many ways it was better than some cities back in the states as it even had a noticeably superior public transit system that Peter had the chance to use a couple of times

In one of his free days, Peter went to a museum and his mind was blown even more when he learned that only a few decades ago Shenzhen was a small village whose population didn't surpass the fifty thousand mark and now in only a short time it had transformed itself into a large metropolis of over ten million people and was now the home of the Chinese silicon valley.

A loud beep made Peter leave his thoughts for a moment as a black luxury car parked in front of him, the polarized window in the right door lowered itself and revealed a familiar shape.

-"Hey Zhang!" Peter said happily as the Chinese man that had been his conductor smiled and got out of the car in order to help Peter with his language.

-"Hello Peter!" Zhang said as he grabbed Peter's luggage and placed it in the car's trunk while Peter quickly got into the car.

Once the trunk was secure Zhang walked towards the driver's door and hopped on, after putting on his seatbelt he stepped on the accelerator and pulled out of the small parking area and into the busy night traffic.

-"How was day?" Zhang asked as he looked at Peter from the car's retro visor.

-"Good I had the opportunity to go to this rooftop restaurant with some app developers, it was pretty great, then we went to this nice park close by," Peter said as he looked at the eyes of the old man.

-"How about you?"

-"It nice, but little down that you will go" Zhang said with a little sadness in his voice.

-"I'm sorry but this is how it is" Peter said as he laid more on his cushy seat -"But don't worry I'll probably be here faster than you think..."

-"Really?" Zhang asked as he stopped at an intersection.

-"Well I'm not supposed to say anything but my company is very happy with the new chipsets deal so they want me to come here in a few months to secure more of them".

-"That good" Zhang said as he turned the car left.

-"Yes, apparently my company is now in love with Chinese technology" Peter said as he looked at the window and saw the tall skyscrapers outside zooming past him.

-"You don't sound convinced" Said Zhang in a more serious tone than before -"You don't want to come back?"

-"No it's not that Zhang, it's just that this place is ruled by a government that violates everything I stand for, yes I accept that it has made a lot of improvements to the people here and I don't have anything against the Chinese people or you, I just don't like your government at all, and it's really hard for me to try and justify why I am here" Peter said with full honesty as he now felt guilty about accepting that bonus.

-"It's okay Peter, you live in the west after all..." Zhang said "You no understand what china went through, how it was humiliated by nations like yours, how we were punched into submission, but now we are strong, and nobody will ever mess with us or by the eternal glory of Mao and the all-mighty CCP we will destroy you!" Zhang said as he suddenly increased the speed of the car and turned right into a somewhat dark abandoned alley.

-"Zhang what are you doing my flight is leaving in an hour!" Peter said as Zhang stopped once the car was deep enough into the alley so that no one else could see them or hear them.

-"Don't worry Peter you won't leave" Zhang said as he removed the keys from the ignition and before leaving the car he cryptically said -"Don't fight what's coming, you'll soon understand us"

With that said, Zhang got out of the car and quickly locked all the doors so that Peter couldn't escape.

-"What the hell Zhang!" Peter screamed as he struggled to open the car's door at his side to no avail.

Meanwhile, Zhang looked at Peter's desperate attempts to flee with a smile as he pressed a button in the keys that released a sort of green gas from the air conditioning vents.

The gas rapidly accumulated in the small confined space of the car's cabin and once Peter took in just a little bit of it through his nostrils he immediately felt sleepy which made him panic even more.

-"Zhang get me out of here!" Peter screamed as he banged on the car's window which wouldn't budge as they were made of bulletproof glass, with each minute that passed and the more gas Peter breathed into his system, his cries for help became much more silent and his punches much more sloppy, before Peter could even notice it his eyes finally closed and a black void consumed his mind.

Zhang meanwhile walked away from the car as a black van entered the alley through the other side, once it was literally in front of him a group of men in biological suits loaded themselves out of the van and walked towards the car in which Peter was now deeply asleep.

One of the men after proving that Peter was indeed asleep approached Zhang and saluted him which Zhang quickly also did.

-“感谢张先生的服务，我们伟大的领袖和国家一定会报答你……” (Thank you for your service Zhang, our great leader and nation will repay you highly...) the man in a muffled voice through his mask.

-“谢谢你，我所做的一切都是以中国的名义，红了心身！” (Thank you, all I did was in the name of China, red in mind and body!) Zhang shouted with pride

-“身与心都红！” (Red in mind and body!) The man responded as he stopped saluting and walked away towards the other men which had just opened the door of the car and had pulled out Peter's unconscious body.

With a lot of team effort, the men placed Peter's body onto a stretcher and secured it with a few belts, once they were done they pushed the stretcher onto the black van in a hurry as they didn't want anyone to stumble upon their little operation.

Once the stretcher was in the van all of the men quickly climbed into the back compartment and closed the set of double doors that separated them from the exterior world, then the engine of the van roared as it pulled away from the alley leaving Zhang and his car alone.

The noise of dozens of men and their boots hitting the irregular and puddle-filled floor had been replaced by a somber silence that was only interrupted by the intermittent noise of clothes waving above from cables and the faraway noise of construction work and car hooking.

Zhang smiled one last time as he thought about how his long-held dream was about to become true, all thanks to the great mercy of the leader, the party, and his country.

A sudden beep distracted Zhang momentarily as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, his bank account had just received a transaction that amounted almost to a million dollars.

Zhang laughed as he imagine what he would do with all of the money, but before he could ponder on this any further a new message popped onto the screen.

-“请明天上午 8:00 到此设施展示自己” (Please present yourself at this facility tomorrow at 8:00 a.m) bellow the text there was also a small map that pointed out an area outside the city in what used to be an old abandoned factory.

Zhang took note of this message and quickly got into his car, he then pulled out of the alley and onto the busy streets of Shenzhen, as night turned into the morning the world slept peacefully not knowing that the red dragon they already feared was about to become much stronger.

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White and more shades of white, that was all Peter could see when his eyes finally opened, his sense of hearing could only perceive the buzzing of the lights placed on the roof and floor around him, lastly, his nose was attacked by a certain clinical smell one can only smell in a hospital waiting room.

-"Is this a dream, Did I die?" Peter thought as he got up from the floor and noticed that he was fully naked, Peter immediately covered his small equipment with both of his hands in shame as he felt like he was being observed.

This conclusion was correct as from the other side of the apparently solid circular white walls there was a glass that permitted a large group of CCP officials, military generals, and scientists to have a 360° field of view of Peter's naked body.

All of the men patiently waited for the show ahead of them, suddenly the only door to the observation deck opened which made all of the men stand up and salute.

The one and only Xi Jinping entered the room followed closely by his security detail, once Xi saluted back and ordered everyone to sit down he immediately walked towards the head scientist who was slightly trembling in front of a large futuristic-looking computer set-up.

-"习主席很高兴有你在这里" (President Xi is a pleasure to have you here!) The scientist said as he saluted Xi.

-"这位凌医生不用手续，开门见山" (Leave the formalities out of this Dr. Ling, get straight to the point) Xi said uninterested as he was supposed to be working that morning but a group of military officials told him to attend a presentation of a new technological device that could help the nation and Xi's plans of global hegemony.

-"是的先生" (Yes sir!) Dr. Ling said as he turned around and started to type a few things on the computer, immediately a window opened which showed a human figure and a few arrows around it that pointed towards a few stats.

-"我提出的是从根本上解决我们国家必须解决的三个主要问题，首先是出生率下降，未来中国经济可能会收缩，因为没有足够的年轻人积极工作、消费和纳税，其次，我们内部的政治敌人正在缓慢但肯定地摧毁我们的国家，最后，西方不断挑战我们在世界上的统治和地位，这个项目，我个人的项目自 90 年代后期以来一直在努力确保这些问题将成为过去" (What I'm proposing is a radical solution to the three main problems that our nation has to deal with, firstly the birth rate is way down, and in the future, the Chinese economy may contract as there won't be enough young people to be actively working, spending and paying taxes, secondly, our internal political enemies are slowly but surely destroying our nation, and lastly, there is the west who constantly defies our reign and position in the world, this project, a project I've personally been working on since the late 90s will ensure that these problems will be a thing of the past) Dr. Ling said as he pointed at the screen and then at Peter who was still looking with caution the room around him.

Xi looked at the scientist and then at Peter with one of his eyebrows raised as the whole situation felt extremely silly.

-"您打算如何通过绑架可能导致战争的美国公民来解决这些问题?" (And how do you plan to resolve those problems, by kidnapping an American citizen which could potentially lead to war?) Xi asked in a mocking tone as he signaled his security detail that he was planning to leave.

-"是的，也不是，先生，您看到遗传学是一个不断发展的领域，今天我们比以往任何时候都更了解构成我们的小事物，将其与催眠和心理行为交流的新形式相结合，我们相信我们可以从任何背景的男女老少中培养出模范中国公民" (Yes and no sir, you see genetics is a field that has been in constant growth, today we know more about the small things that make us up than ever before, combining this with a new potent form of hypnosis and mental behavioral alternators we believe that we can make a model Chinese citizen out of every man, women, and child from any possible background) Dr. Ling said as he pressed the execute button on the screen.

Meanwhile, Peter who had finally gotten up from the cold ceramic-like floor felt a sudden pain coming from his left arm.

-"What was that?" Peter asked as he twisted his arm and observed a very obvious red swollen area that hurt greatly if it was touched, as Peter looked at this weird injury in his arm, he felt like boiling water was being injected into his veins from that area which made him grunt in pain.

-"他怎么了" (What is happening to him?) Asked Xi rather intrigued as Peter fell and started shaking on the floor uncontrollably.

-"纳米机器人先生" (The nanobots Sir) Dr. Ling responded without further explanation as he observed his life's work finally becoming a reality.

-"纳米机器人" (The nanobots?) Asked Xi as the scientist turned around.

-"是的，纳米机器人，当对象失去知觉时，我们将它们注入他的身体，现在它们正通过他的静脉扩散到他的全身" (Yes, the nanobots, when the subject was unconscious we injected them into his body, right now they are spreading all over his body through his veins) Dr. Ling explained.

-"这些纳米机器人有什么作用" (And what do these nanobots do?) Asked Xi

-"他们甚至在基因层面上都会改变他，他会彻底成为汉人，并且是一个非常爱国的人，一个永远不会怀疑中共最高权威和你的领导的人" (They will change him even at the genetic level, he will become Han Chinese through and through, and a very patriotic one at that, an individual that will never doubt the supreme authority of the CCP and your leadership) Dr. Ling said which made Xi feel like he was being pranked, it is impossible to do what Dr. Ling was describing yet from the windows Xi could perfectly see how Peter's body suddenly grew in length.

The computer emitted warning noises as Peter's heartbeat started increasing thanks to the accelerated changes his body was going through.

Peter's body had finally stopped growing when it reached a titanic six feet two, making him taller than the majority of the people that were observing his changes.

-"纳米机器人现在遍布对象的全身，总统先生，现在可以开始更重要的变化……" (The nanobots are now positioned all over the subject's body Mr. President, now the more important changes can begin...) Dr. Ling said to Xi as Peter's large gut contracted back into his body.

Meanwhile, in Peter's chest, his large pecs made of mainly fat also recessed back into flatness, simultaneously all over Peter's body any sign of aging was eliminated.

Wrinkles were replaced by smooth skin, Peter's balding head now had the lush set of hair he used to have in his mid-twenties, by the time the changes seemed to stop Peter was left in the body he had when he was 28 years old, the only difference was his new taller stature.

Xi's mouth opened wide as the previously fifty-year-old man in front of him was now decades younger, he wasn't the only one as the other CCP members, military officials, and scientists were now at the edge of their seats with a mix of amazement and fear plastered on their faces.

-"年龄回归过程刚刚完成，正在执行进一步的更改" (The age regression process has just finished, executing further changes...) Dr. Ling said quietly as he typed a text and clicked the enter button which immediately made the computer buzz as it sent to the nanobots the new orders.

-"Not again!" Peter thought as the heat came back in this time it was much worse as the nanobots that produced it were now everywhere, slowly changing him from the inside out.

What Peter or the other people that secretly watched him couldn't see was that his genes were slowly changing, new segments were being created and others were being eliminated, simultaneously while this was happening Peter's skin started developing a slightly yellowish tone as his melanin all over his body adjusted to the orders Peter's new genes were giving it.

To this, you have to add that the majority of the bodily hair Peter had seemed to disappear back into his skin leaving him completely smooth except for his scalp.

Speaking of which the hair in this area changed in color from Auburn with some white strands here and there to a completely black coal tone that slightly shined thanks to the lighting of the room.

Peter's hairstyle also changed as from the sides his hair receded back into his scalp, the rest of his hair also receded slightly but also acquired a spiky consistency, this left Peter with a hairstyle that wouldn't be out of place in a military base.

As Peter's skin tone appeared to have settled at a particular shade of yellow he felt a burning sensation coming from his dick, ass and nipples.

-"Shit!" Peter thought as he watched his dick become larger and larger between his hands, he then felt the pressure of his larger and very fertile balls growing behind his larger member, once his dick had reached an impressive nine inches in length it also developed more girth, by at least two more inches to be exact.

Peter's ass then grew considerably, leaving him with a bouncy bubble butt.

Almost simultaneously, Peter's nipples grew larger in diameter, and their pinkish tone changed to a light brown one.

Suddenly as Peter's skin continued developing a yellowish huge he felt like his eyes were being pulled at the sides, what was actually happening was that Peter's eyes changed into a slightly almond-shaped form, his eye color changed too as it went from a light hazel tone to a dark brown one.

This was followed by the sudden straightening and increased thinness of Peter's nose, then his lips became smaller, and his facial structure changed dramatically giving him a more oriental look.

-"这……这不可能……" (This...This is impossible...) Xi said as he observed the hung Han Chinese man in front of him.

-"不可能，但现在才刚刚开始，在这个阶段，总统先生，我们几乎完成了这个过程，现在主题已经转变为一个基因纯正的汉人" (It was impossible, but now it's just the beginning, at this stage Mr. President we're almost done with the process, right now the subject has transitioned into a genetically pure Han Chinese man) The scientist said as he started typing more commands into the computer. -"是时候一劳永逸地完成这一切了……" (Time to finish this once and for all...)

Before Peter had the chance to catch his breath from the previous transformation he suddenly felt live lava was flowing through his veins.

-"Fuck!" He screamed out loud as his body collapsed into the floor, this was followed by more cries of help as new pounds of muscle suddenly materialized all over Peter's body.

His arms were now the host of large biceps, muscled lower arms, and thick vein-like structures that made both of his arms look like jungle trees, arms that were connected to more bulging and stronger shoulders.

-"Stop!" Peter cried again as his chest experienced an outwards explosion of muscle giving him two large pecs that bounced up and down with each hard breath he took into his body

His abdomen then cracked and expanded slightly as a defined six-pack grew into existence where his large belly once was, this was also complemented by the more V-shaped body Peter now possessed.

Another loud crack was produced by Peter's body as his back grew larger muscles, especially in the area close towards his new larger shoulders.

His larger butt then developed more muscle as the effects of the nanobots cruised downwards into Peter's legs which at this point couldn't help him stand up thanks to them being unable to cope with his more muscled and heavier upper body.

Because of this the nanobots quickly stimulated the muscles in Peter's legs making them grow larger, this was made pretty evident as his calves became the size of boulders, and his thighs became as wide as his head was.

Lastly, Peter's feet grow slightly larger, with this out of the way any pain, discomfort, or heat Peter was feeling quickly went away as the dozens of nanobots all over his body become mostly dormant, except for the ones that had attached themselves to his brain.

-"What is this?" Peter said in his slightly deeper voice as he touched his new skin and slowly got up from the white floor.

The men in the observation area had gotten up from their seats and were sticking their faces at the window that separated them from their being of interest, the subject that had changed from a typical American businessman to a Chinese hunk.

He was perfect, he looked like one of the men in the CCP's propaganda posters, the mythical and superior Han Chinese man, masculine and fertile.

Contrary to any other stereotypes of Chinese men, the man in front of them had muscles everywhere, from head to toe, his dick was as large as a water hose and his oriental facial features shined with the soft glow of the lights of the room.

-"习主席你能跟我来吗"(President Xi could you please follow me?" Asked Dr. Ling as he grabbed a tablet that was previously connected to the central computer.

-"是的……当然……"(Yes... Sure...) Xi said as he followed the scientist out of the room with his bodyguards not being far behind.

After walking for a while the men arrived at a large door, next to said door was Zhang who was leaning next to the wall smoking a cigarette.

-"阿张很高兴见到你..."(A Zhang is nice to see you...) Dr. Ling said as he shook hands with Zhang.

-"快乐都是我的!" (The pleasure is all mine!) Zhang said as he looked over Dr. Ling's shoulder and saluted President Xi.

-"凌博士是谁" (Who is the man Dr. Ling?) Xi asked as Zhang had stopped saluting him.

-"就是这个人让今天的事情成为可能，作为交换，我们给了他丰厚的报酬，从今天开始，他将有一个新的儿子……" (This is the man that made what happened today possible, in exchange we paid him a hefty reward, and from today forwards he will have a new son...) Dr. Ling responded as he pressed a few buttons on the tablet which made the large door open with an almost quiet hissing noise.

This noise obviously startled Peter who covered his private area quickly which was no use as his dick was so large that his hands weren't able to cover it completely.

-"No need to be ashamed Peter..." Dr. Ling said in English as the door closed behind him.

-"What... What happened, what did you do to me?" Peter asked fully knowing that whatever happened to him it was the scientists fault.

-"You won't have to worry about those questions soon..." Dr. Ling said as he pressed a red button on the tablet.

-"Now Peter I want you to tell me, in front of our great leader, what do you think of China?"

Peter looked at the man next to Dr. Ling who he had previously mocked all over his social media.

-"I think your country is authoritarian, inhuman, and oppressive" Peter said wholeheartedly with no doubt.

-"Are you sure?" Dr. Ling asked

-"Yes I am... China doesn't have democracy, you'd do whatever to fulfill your goals, I mean look what you did to me!" Peter shouted angrily -"And oppressive as one can't say or even think certain things..."

-"I think that you'll reconsider your thoughts about our glorious nation soon enough..." Dr. Ling said as Peter started feeling dizzy and his head developed a headache.

-"No stop, what are you doing!" Peter cried as his headache became unbearable.

-"Where just making you like us..." Dr. Ling said as Peter collapsed into the floor because of the pain, he then proceeded to fall unconscious.

-"Mr. President this might take a while..." Was the last thing Peter heard as his eyes fully closed and his mind started being attacked by the nanobots.

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Peter startled himself awake, everything around him was black as the darkest night, the only thing Peter could point out of the vast darkness was the presence of a large and simple mirror that was conveniently situated right in front of him.

-"Get up!" A heavily accented voice said in English

-"Who are you?" Peter asked in fear -"Show yourself!"

-"Come to the mirror now!" The voice said again, for some reason Peter quickly found himself following this command as he was now standing in front of the mirror which showed his new Chinese self, yet there was something off with the reflection.

-"Look at you..." Peter's reflection said -"All lost and confused"

-"What the hell!" Peter shouted as he jumped backwards.

After this, the reflection laughs like your typical evil villain -"There is no reason to be afraid Peter, you are me or will become me in a short time..."

-"Never!" Peter screamed with newfound determination as the void around him seemed to become much more claustrophobic.

-"Oh but I know that you will..." The reflection said as an almost quiet choir started playing, the music that was calmly echoing through Peter's surroundings was the one and only Chinese anthem.

-"You don't want to accept it but your already me in physical terms..." The reflection said -"Give up your mind as well, give it up to a greater cause that matters more than you as an individual"

-"No!" Peter responded as the music poured into his ears and foreign words started forming on his tongue and mind.

-"Yes..." The reflection said -"You are Chinese, you were born here, you owe everything to the nation, to the party, to the leader, accept these truths and be at peace..."

Peter's head was suddenly attacked by memories of being born in a small village to two poor parents, when he was five the village was pretty much rebuilt by the government, and his dad, Mr. Zhang, was offered a job shuttling high-ranking CCP officials in Beijing.

-"No I wasn't born in China! I was born in America!" Peter said while fighting for his identity.

-"You weren't, how can you say such blasphemy, you born in the imperialist's homeland? The reflection countered -"You were born in the land of the people who rose up and refused to be slaves, the land where people are united and loyal to the party, the land that gave you education and opportunities!".

More memories this time of going to school in Beijing entered Peter's brain, he was an excellent student in every class, so much so that the party offered him benefits at a young age which made him appreciate the CCP more with each passing year, to that you also have to add that he loved history and during classes, he enjoyed showing off as he knew about everything there was to know about China, the country he loved and treasured, another thing the new Peter excelled at was sports, especially in basketball thanks to his taller than average height, he received hundreds of awards and trophies during his time at school, he even had the chance to travel all over the country and experience the greatness of it.

After graduating from high school he took the infamous geiko exam in which he scored enough to enter the most prestigious college in China.

-"See what your nation has given you?" The reflection asked -"The things it gave you made you extremely patriotic, before entering college you decided to first fulfill your patriotic duty and complete your military service, after it was over you left the barracks with more discipline, muscle, and pride for your homeland.

The more the reflection talked the more Peter felt like the life it was describing was his, he could recall graduating from college early thanks to his smarts and becoming a field engineer in the military.

-"Let your old imperialist pig life go away, embrace China, embrace the new you, embrace me..." The reflection said as the Chinese anthem was now echoing loudly all over the place, its lyrics and music became embedded into Peter's mind, its imposing yet soft music broke him from the inside in no time

The lyrics which at this point Peter couldn't understand slowly started to make sense as the Mandarin language surged into his head.

With each loop the anthem made not only did Peter lose another part of his old self but he also received even more knowledge of Mandarin, so much so that he could now understand every word of the anthem.

-"请我不要这个!" (Please I don't want this!) Peter said now in fluent Mandarin, he yelped in surprise once he noticed this but the reflection in the mirror quickly tried to reassure him that there was nothing wrong with this.

-"别担心，彼得，您现在可以说世界上最美丽、最富有诗意的语言，这种语言从一开始就被有远见的人使用，他们的贡献推动了我们的国家和人民走向未来" (Don't worry Peter, you are now able to speak the most beautiful and poetic language in the world, a language that was used since its inception by visionaries whose contributions advanced our nation and people into the future) The reflection said.

-"但是我不会说普通话，我会说英语!" (But I don't speak Mandarin, I speak English!) Peter said in a low tone as his mind was now almost under the reflection's control.

-"但是你当然会说英语，毕竟你要怎么和美国狗交流，但你说英语的时候总有一种不好的感觉，就像你用垃圾语言说出卖了你的人一样，但不用担心，总有一天，普通话将成为国际语言，而英语将只不过是一种语言，沦为一小群肮脏的猪，躲避我们伟大的国家!" (But of course you speak English, after all, how are you going to communicate with the American dogs, yet you always get a bad feeling when you speak it, like your betraying your people by speaking in a garbage language, but don't worry, there shall be a day when Mandarin will be the international language while English will be nothing more than a language relegated to a small group of dirty pigs in hiding from our great nation!).

By this point, Peter's mental fight had been won by the reflection, any ounce of resistance had been eliminated as a patriotic and totalitarian Chinese point of view hijacked Peter's mind.

As the anthem began a new loop Peter found himself singing each verse and word with the utmost pride and joy, as he did this the room around him suddenly turned a shiny white and he fell unconscious again.

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Dr. Ling stood back as the beast of a man in front of him rose up from the floor, every move it made was sharp and calculated just like that of a perfectly tuned machine.

When the man who was once Peter saw that President Xi was in the room with him, a sense of duty and servitude immediately rushed into his mind making him salute while standing perfectly straight.

-"很荣幸见到习主席!" (It's an honor to meet you President Xi!) The man said in Chinese without any shame as his large dick stood fully erect.

Dr. Ling almost chuckled at the shocked expression President Xi had on his face as he saluted back to the man while trying to look away from the enlarged dick and heavy set of balls he had between his legs.

As President Xi stopped saluting the man quickly did the same as he stood straighter than before and waited for orders or questions.

-"你觉得彼得怎么样?" (How do you feel Peter?) Dr. Ling asked as he started filling up a checklist on his tablet.

-"你一定误会了，我叫程子豪" (You must be mistaken, my name is Cheng Zihao) Cheng said without any doubt in his voice.

Check...

-"好的，程，你能告诉我你出生在哪里吗?" (Okay Cheng, could you please tell me where you were born?) Dr. Ling continued.

-"我出生在北京市，更具体地说是在离北京大约一个小时车程的一个小村庄里" (I was born in Beijing Municipality, more specifically in a small village about an hour away from Beijing proper)

Check...

-"你确定吗，我以为你出生在美国?" (Are you sure, I thought you were born in America?)

Cheng loudly scoffed -"不，我绝对出生在中国" (No I was definitely born in China) Cheng said in a monotone manner.

-"说到这里，你怎么看美国?" (Now that were talking about this, what do you think of America?) Dr. Ling inquired.

Cheng's facial expressions immediately transformed from relaxed to angry once he heard the word "America".

-"这是一个猪和帝国主义者的土地，他们一直在破坏我们伟大的国家和人民，他们应该被安置并被遗忘" (It's a land of pigs and imperialists that have always undermined our great nation and its people, they should be put in their place and destroyed into oblivion) Cheng said without skipping a beat, his voice full of contempt and anger, the sole mention of anything related to the USA would push him even further into wanting a war, after all his superior nation and the huge army he was a part of would surely encircle Washington D.C. in less than a week, cementing the victory of China and it's system that was so dear to him.

Check...

-"你在哪里工作?" (Where do you work?)

-"我在军队工作..." (I work in the military...) Cheng said slightly puzzled, wasn't he there as a representative of the military, a representative who was supposed to go under some weird tests? Shouldn't the scientist in front of already know that?

Check...

-"别担心问题，程" (Don't worry about the questions, Cheng) Dr. Ling said as he noticed Cheng's doubtful expression -"我们对你进行的测试可能会暂时模糊你的记忆，但不要担心不会发生任何不好的事情......" (The test we ran on you may blurry your memories momentary but don't worry nothing bad will happen...).

After hearing this Cheng immediately relaxed -"这家伙是一个非常重要的与中共合作的科学家，我为什么不相信他？毕竟中共是不会撒谎的……" (This guy is a very important scientist that works with the CCP, why shouldn't I trust him? The CCP would never lie after all...) Cheng thought as Dr. Ling continued with his list of questions.

-"那边的男人是谁?" (Who is the man over there?) Dr Ling said ad he pointed at Zhang.

-"他是我亲爱的父亲" (He's my dear father) Cheng said which made Zhang smile and slightly cry as a small group of tears flowed from his eyes.

Check...

-"最后……你怎么看中华人民共和国?" (And for last... What do you think about the People's Republic Of China?).

-"它是世界上最伟大的国家!" (That it is the greatest nation in the world!) Cheng said proudly knowing that he was a citizen of the growing red dragon.

Check...

-"中共呢?" (What about the CCP?) Dr. Ling added

-"中共让中国伟大，它是全中国人民的党，它给我们每个人带来了更多的繁荣和平等，我将永远忠于党和它的英明领导" (The CCP made China great, it's the party of all the Chinese people and it has brought more prosperity and equality to every one of us, I'll always be loyal and obedient to the party and its wise leadership) Cheng said as he put a hand in his heart and screamed from the top of his lungs -"红色的思想和身体!" (RED IN MIND AND BODY!)

Check...

-"好吧，士兵，我想就这些了，请跟着你父亲到附近的洗手间，在那里你会换上你的临时衣服，并在接下来的二十四小时内接受医疗监督，以检查一切是否按计划进行" (Well soldier I think that will be all, please follow your father to the nearby bathroom, there you will change into your temporary clothes and stay here under medical supervision for the next twenty-four hours in order to check that everything went on as planned) Dr. Ling said as he turned off his tablet.

-"是的先生!" (Yes Sir!) Chang barked as he started walking away with his father close by his side, a female nurse quickly appeared next to the door of the room with a towel in hand so that Chang could cover himself, once Chang had covered himself and had winked at the nurse both he and his father left leaving Dr. Ling and President Xi alone in the room.

-"那太不可思议了!" (That was incredible!) President Xi finally said as his mind tried to understand everything that had happened in the past couple of minutes.

-"我很高兴你喜欢它，先生!" (I'm pleased that you liked it, Sir!) Dr. Ling said rather calmly while on the inside he was loudly celebrating, his life's work had paid off.

-"他还记得什么吗?" (Does he remember anything?) Xi asked intrigued

-"那是伟大的事情，他没有，即使他有一天记得他曾经是谁也没关系，因为他脑海中的纳米机器人将永远留在那里，准备好压制任何不合时宜的想法，而其余的随着时间的推移，纳米机器人将化为虚无" (That's the great thing, he doesn't, even if he one day remembers who he once was it won't matter as the nanobots in his mind will stay there forever ready to suppress any thoughts that go out of line while the rest of the nanobots will dissolve into nothingness as time goes on).

-"这改变了游戏规则……有了这项技术，我们将统治世界!" (This is a game-changer... With this technology, we shall rule the world!) President Xi remarked in a villainous voice as Dr. Ling lightly smiled knowing that he had done his part to secure the existence and world dominance of China, his homeland.

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Hey! Long time no see, I know that I haven't been as active but I've been busy with college assignments and projects almost every week since I entered in January, this story is the result of me having a few free minutes where I wrote whatever I could, with that out of the way I want to say that I don't condone the CCP and it's actions in any way (Love China, love the people, the government is a whole other thing...), if something this story is more of a parody (Seeing the Chinese government propaganda in political discourse class stayed with me and I wanted to use it and make it even sillier with this story), anyway I hope I'm not giving the CCP any ideas 😬...

As always stay safe and enjoy!

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Criminal Report

-"Sorry for the delay sir" said a police officer with a heavily accented voice as he entered the room Kyle had been in since he reported a robbery in his hotel room almost an hour ago.

"Today has been a rather busy day here, now that I'm here please tell me what happened" said the police officer as he pulled a pen from his shirt pocket and sat down in a chair in front of Kyle.

As Kyle prepared to explain the situation he couldn't keep his eyes away from the police officer in front of him, the uniform he was wearing made every bulge of muscle in his body stand out.

-"Sir are you alright?" The police officer asked with a worried tone.

Kyle made eye contact with the police officer's angelic eyes and nodded his head.

"Sorry it's just that I'm trying to think about this whole situation" said Kyle a little nervous as he looked away from the hunk seated in front of him.

-"Don't worry, take your time" said the police officer with a comforting smile.

Kyle closed his eyes and carefully thought about what he was going to say, a few seconds later he finally explained to the officer what had happened.

-"Well, yesterday my friends and I decided to go to the modern art museum here in São Paulo, my friend George is studying architecture and he wanted to go after learning about the crazy design of the museum during one of his lectures a few months ago" said Kyle as he recalled the events of yesterday.

Meanwhile, the police officer was carefully writing everything down on his report.

-"After we went to the museum we then bought a few things in a nearby market, at around ten in the evening we finally came back to the hotel, when I entered my room I felt a weird sensation like something was out of place, at first I thought my mind was just making things up so I decided to just go to bed when I woke up today my friends were getting ready to go to Rio, I already had everything packed and ready but then I noticed that I couldn't find my wallet" said Kyle.

-"If you didn't have your wallet how did you buy things from the market" asked the officer as he interrupted Kyle's recounting of events.

-"One of my friends told us that everything we spend that day was on him, that's why I left my wallet behind in the first place" said Kyle.

-"Okay then" responded the officer while he signaled with his hands for Kyle to continue talking.

-"As I was saying, when I noticed my wallet wasn't anywhere and that I was probably robbed I decided to get help and that's why I'm here" said Kyle as he finished explaining the whole situation.

-"Okay, well sir we already searched the hotel and we found that the hallway where your room is has a camera, it's very uncommon a hotel as cheap as where you were staying has one but I guess it's your lucky day" said the officer as he stored his pen in his shirt pocket.

-"Really? What have you found? Asked Kyle a little excited.

-"Well one of my fellow officers is looking at the tape and I'm sure that we may find who did it but we will need for you to stay in São Paulo for a while" said the officer as he got up from his seat.

-"Sure I'll try to convince my friends to cancel our trip to Rio for a few days" responded Kyle.

Suddenly after Kyle had finished speaking another officer entered the small interrogation room, the officer said something in Portuguese and left in a hurry.

The officer who was previously speaking to Kyle started to walk towards the door.

-"Okay sir I'm sorry that I have to go but something just came up, you are free to go, please before you leave ill need you to fallow me to the front desk where you can leave your phone number for us to call you" said the officer as he signaled Kyle to get up from his chair.

Kyle rapidly got up and walked towards the officer, once Kyle was at the door the officer walked away onto the hallway, Kyle closed the door of the interrogation room and started walking behind the officer.

At first, while Kyle was walking he tried to look up at the ceiling but after a while, his eyes lowered to the police officers muscled back, as the officer walked the muscles in his back tensed and pulsed which made his dark grey uniform strain in certain areas and at certain intervals of time, the uniform the officer had was very revealing, his muscled olive-colored arms were completely exposed which made Kyle hate and love at the same time whoever designed the uniforms.

As the end of the hallway became closer Kyles eyes lowered to the police officers ass, the grey pants that were covering it was tight around his perfectly rounded buns, in a certain way it looked like the police officer weren’t wearing anything, instead it looked like one of those pranks where people paint clothes onto their naked skin.

After what felt like forever the officer and Kyle finally arrived at the lobby where a young woman at a large desk was writing on her computer.

-“Here’s the front desk, give the woman there your number, now if you’ll excuse me I have to go” said the police officer as he walked off to the exit”

Kyle looked at the uniformed hunk for one last time, once he was done he walked to the front desk and started talking to the woman.

-“Hello I was here because of a robbery, the officer who helped me said that I had to give my phone number at the front desk so that I can leave” said Kyle.

The woman looked up from her computer and rapidly retrieved a small piece of paper with a pen from a drawer in her desk.

-“Please write your case number and phone number in this line” said the woman in a more broken English as she placed the small paper in front of Kyle and signaled him where he had to write.

Kyle grabbed the paper and pen, he wrote everything that was asked and once he was done he gave the paper back to the woman.

-“Okay sir you are free to go” said the woman as she grabbed the paper and stored it in the same drawer it was previously in.

With this in mind Kyle was about to leave but suddenly as he was walking away from the desk towards the exit he felt the call of nature.

-“Sorry before I leave could you tell me where the bathroom is?” asked Kyle a little embarrassed as he walked towards the desk.

-“Sir the civilian bathroom is out of service” said the woman a little bluntly.

-“Is there any other bathroom I could use here?” asked Kyle while he questioned in his mind the meaning of a “civilian bathroom”.

-“Sorry sir but the only other bathroom here is reserved for personnel because it’s connected to the changing room” said the woman with a little bit of sorrow in her voice.

-“I promise I won’t go in the changing room” said Kyle in a last attempt to get the woman to permit him to use the bathroom.

-“Okay then, the bathroom is at the end of that hallway, don’t take long or we will both be in big trouble” said the woman as she pointed to a hallway on her right side.

-“Thank you so much” said Kyle as he ran away from the desk and toward the bathroom, once he had reached it he bolted towards the nearest stall and closed the door behind himself.

With a heavy sigh of relief, Kyle did his business and once he was done he walked out of that stall and washed his hands in a nearby sink, when Kyle finished doing that he proceeded to walk out of the bathroom but before he left it he abruptly stopped in front of a door.

-"This must be the door that leads to the changing room the lady at the front desk told me about" Kyle thought to himself.

After a few moments of blankly observing the door, Kyle slowly started to walk away from it but an impulse deep within his body made him stop.

-"Should I enter?" Kyle thought as he once again approached the door.

At this point, Kyle's mind was thinking about what could go wrong, what if there is a camera inside the changing room? What if the lady comes to check on me and finds me inside the changing room? If I do enter what the hell am I going to do in there?

As Kyle's right hand grabbed the doorknob and slowly twisted it he closed his eyes, the very faint noise of the door opening alerted him that the door didn't have a lock and that in fact it was now wide open.

Kyle opened his eyes and slowly peeked at the changing room, the paint of the walls was a very pleasant white, a large window permitted the entry of the sun which greatly illuminated the room, in the far corner he could see a sizable amount of metallic lockers and a few small chairs next to them.

The room seemed normal but something was obviously wrong, despite this Kyle entered the room and closed the door from which he had entered.

For a few seconds Kyle stood in the middle of the room, his mind was thinking about what to do next but before he could decide a loud bang startled him awake from the mini trance he had been in.

The noise had apparently originated from a metallic locker door opening by itself and hitting the other locker door next to it.

Kyle could see from a distance that inside the locker there was a few grey articles of clothing and on top of them a pair of huge black boots that faintly glistened as the rays of the sun touched the leathery material they were made of.

-" How the hell did that door open?" Though Kyle as he walked towards the open locker, once he was in front of it he reached inside and carefully grabbed the clothes and the boots.

Then Kyle slowly sat down in one of the small chairs placed in front of the lockers, as he made himself conformable he grabbed one of the boots.

Kyle then placed the boot he had picked next to one of his shoes, the difference in size between them was astonishing, after a while had passed Kyle felt a new weird urge.

-"Wear the boots"

Kyle immediately obeyed, his hands slowly moved towards his shoes, he first removed his left and then his right shoe, once Kyle's feet were out in the open he put on both boots in a hurry.

-"What the hell did I just do?" Though Kyle as he looked at the boots he was now wearing.

-"Excellent now remove your pants"

Once this new order has been received Kyle immediately got up from the chair he was seated in and removed his jeans, he then grabbed the grey pants and putted them on.

-"Look at yourself"

Kyle found himself obeying the voice again, he moved towards a full-length mirror and looked down directly at the boots and grey pants he was now wearing.

The boots were obviously bigger than Kyle's feet and the grey pants sagged below the buckled belt in his waist area.

-"I look like a fucking clown" thought Kyle as he was about to start removing the boots and pair of plants from his body.

-"Stop"

Kyle immediately stop what he was about to do.

-"Look at the mirror"

As Kyle looked up at the mirror as he felt a weird sensation in both of his feet, even though Kyle knew something was wrong he couldn't see that his feet were growing, after a while, the boots he was wearing started to feel a little more appropriate as Kyle's feet were now a perfect match for the giant size of the boots.

From here the changes went upwards, the grey pants Kyle was wearing made it impossible for him to notice that his skin was slowly darkening.

Meanwhile, the muscles in Kyle's s legs started to grow, his calves became larger and his thighs grew bigger and we're now also covered in a jungle of fleshy veins.

At this point, Kyle finally became aware of the changes as he looked at his legs in the mirror, they looked like the strong branches of the trees that cover the wild and desolate Amazon rainforest.

As Kyle continued looking at his reflection the changes arrived at his private area, at first nothing happened but then he felt a weird pressure as his dick grew larger and larger, meanwhile, his balls also became larger and started to hang more than before.

A few seconds after it started the pressure in Kyles private area disappeared.

With a new sense of curiosity Kyle slowly lowered the grey pants he was wearing, this permitted him to observe his new muscled and darker legs, another thing that stood out was that Kyle's black boxers had somehow transformed into a white jock.

Kyle pulled down his new jock which liberated his new dark anaconda dick, if Kyle had to guess he would estimate that his dick was now nine inches long and his balls which hanged like the fertile fruits of the amazonian trees were now a lot larger in circumference.

While Kyle looked at his new equipment he felt like someone was pulling or grabbing his ass, because of this Kyle moved in a way so that he could perfectly see his behind in the mirror.

-"Oh My God" said Kyle in surprise as his darker ass cheeks grew larger.

From here the changes accelerated, while Kyle's ass continued growing his skin in the upper part of his body started to develop dark patches, as this happened Kyle's stomach churned as a six-pack grew into place.

Then as Kyle's fingers touched the new outlines of his six-pack in his flat chest two boulders appeared out of nowhere.

-"Ooof" Kyle said as his lung suddenly lost all of the oxygen stored in them, when Kyle was finally able to breathe he noticed that with each breath he took his pecs ballooned even larger.

Once the changes to Kyle's chest had finished the skin coloration all over his upper body finally matched that of his lower body, as much as Kyle later tried he couldn't find a single area where his skin was white.

While the changes continued going upwards the millions of small hair follicles in Kyle's new dark skin became stimulated by an increase in testosterone produced by this larger equipment, because of this dozens of small thick black hairs formed everywhere, in his pecs, abs, legs, and dick.

As Kyle's new coat of hair continued growing his deltoids, triceps and biceps grew larger which made Kyle's shirt more thigh around his upper body, because of this Kyle hastily removed his patterned shirt, once the shirt reached the floor it's disappeared out of sight, this was followed by the disappearance of Kyle's jeans and shoes.

Finally, the changes arrived at Kyle's head, the first thing to change was his facial features, his semi-masculine Caucasian features were replaced by more masculine African ones, his lips became only a little more plumper, the base of his nose grew larger, his bone structure became more pronounced and his eyes became darker in coloration.

With his face completely change Kyle's hair was last, the chestnut color of his hair suddenly became dark shiny black, then the new colored hair stylized itself backwards while the sides were left completely shaved off.

Now that the changes were completed Kyle turned toward the mirror and observed his new body.

Something that cough Kyle's attention rather quickly above the other changes was that he now towered upwards a lot more than before.

Because of this, Kyle rationalized that perhaps while all the other changes were happening he had missed his new increase in height.

As Kyle continued looking at himself in the mirror a few other things started to appear over his body, the first of them was a golden cross which now dangled over his neck, the second was a large black watch that was now secured around his left wrist and the last was a pair of two loaded guns appearing on his waist.

-"Por quê isso aconteceu?" (Why did this happen?) Said Kyle to himself which made him aware that he could now somehow speak fluent Portuguese.

-""Porque você queria que acontecesse" ("Because you wanted it to happen") said the mysterious voice this time in Portuguese as well.

Kyle looked at himself in the mirror again, did he really wanted this? What would happen to his family? His friends? His planned career?.

As Kyle internally made these questions new memories started entering in his head, he now had a new family, a huge assortment of new friend he went to bars with or worked with at the police station, his career had now always been set to be that of a police officer, after all his new father was one and his grandfather had also been one.

-"“Você não precisa mais se preocupar com isso, você tem uma vida nova aqui no Brasil, deixe o passado para trás e aceite o presente, agora vista o resto do uniforme, sua jornada de trabalho acaba de começar” (You don't have to worry about that anymore, you have a new life here in Brazil, leave the past behind and accept the present, now put on the rest of your uniform, your workday has just begun) said the mysterious voice.

Kyle found himself obeying the voice again, he grabbed a grey shirt and a bulletproof vest from the open locker.

Once they were on his new muscled body Kyle which now knew his new name was Lucas walked out of the changing room, the heavy sound of his boots touching the floor made his dick twitch from time to time.

After a few seconds of walking, Lucas finally arrived at the front desk where the new intern was typing away on her computer.

-"Olá, você deve ser o novo estagiário, eu sou o policial Lucas, você poderia me dar o relatório sobre o roubo da carteira do hotel" (Hello, you must be the new intern, I'm officer Lucas, could you give me the report about the hotel wallet robbery)

The intern looked at Lucas with a surprised glance, she then rapidly grabbed the report an gave it to him.

As Lucas read the report he couldn't control himself and asked -"O que aconteceu com o garoto que relatou o roubo?" (What happened to the Kid who reported the robbery?")

-"Ele nos deu seu número e saiu logo depois de ir ao banheiro ..." (He gave us his number and left shortly after going to the bathroom...")

-"Achei que o banheiro civil estava fora de serviço" (I thought the civil bathroom was out of service)

-"É, eu peguei emprestado o banheiro privativo dele ... por favor, não me diga que eu só tive que ajudá-lo" (It is, I borrowed him the private bathroom.... please dont report me I just had to help him)

Lucas playfully laughed as he gave the intern the report.

-"Não se preocupe, eu entendo seu impulso de ajudar, estámos aqui para proteger e servir, afinal" (Don't worry, I understand your impulse to help, we are here to protect and serve after all) said Lucas as he walked away.

The internet took a breath of relief as she looked at the hunk of a man walking away from her.

Once Lucas was out of the station the hot Brazilian sun touched his new dark skin which made a beautiful contrast of colors, because of the hot rays the sun was producing Lucas grabbed a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and placed them over his eyes.

-"Apenas mais um dia no paraíso" (Just another day in paradise) though Lucas as he walked towards his post through the busy streets of São Paulo.

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Red In Mind & Body

Peter Robinson walked out of the luxury hotel he had been staying in into the busy streets of Shenzhen with luggage in hand, he had arrived in China a few days ago as a representative of Electro-Dynamics in order to attend an important technology/trade fair and make a few deals with Chinese providers in a bid to secure millions of chipsets for a new product his company was developing.

The trip had been a complete success and Peter was happy that he would now finally be able to go back home, back to the states.

When he first heard he was going to be sent to China he protested but after he was offered a fat bonus if things went well he accepted but with doubt still lingering in his mind.

The reason why he didn't want to go to China was that he felt that the government there was the worst, he even had posted a few anti-CCP posts in the past on his Facebook as he was a huge advocate of democracy and human rights, things the CCP wasn't known for at all.

Despite this once Peter arrived in Shenzhen he was completely amazed at how modern the city looked, in many ways it was better than some cities back in the states as it even had a noticeably superior public transit system that Peter had the chance to use a couple of times

In one of his free days, Peter went to a museum and his mind was blown even more when he learned that only a few decades ago Shenzhen was a small village whose population didn't surpass the fifty thousand mark and now in only a short time it had transformed itself into a large metropolis of over ten million people and was now the home of the Chinese silicon valley.

A loud beep made Peter leave his thoughts for a moment as a black luxury car parked in front of him, the polarized window in the right door lowered itself and revealed a familiar shape.

-"Hey Zhang!" Peter said happily as the Chinese man that had been his conductor smiled and got out of the car in order to help Peter with his language.

-"Hello Peter!" Zhang said as he grabbed Peter's luggage and placed it in the car's trunk while Peter quickly got into the car.

Once the trunk was secure Zhang walked towards the driver's door and hopped on, after putting on his seatbelt he stepped on the accelerator and pulled out of the small parking area and into the busy night traffic.

-"How was day?" Zhang asked as he looked at Peter from the car's retro visor.

-"Good I had the opportunity to go to this rooftop restaurant with some app developers, it was pretty great, then we went to this nice park close by," Peter said as he looked at the eyes of the old man.

-"How about you?"

-"It nice, but little down that you will go" Zhang said with a little sadness in his voice.

-"I'm sorry but this is how it is" Peter said as he laid more on his cushy seat -"But don't worry I'll probably be here faster than you think..."

-"Really?" Zhang asked as he stopped at an intersection.

-"Well I'm not supposed to say anything but my company is very happy with the new chipsets deal so they want me to come here in a few months to secure more of them".

-"That good" Zhang said as he turned the car left.

-"Yes, apparently my company is now in love with Chinese technology" Peter said as he looked at the window and saw the tall skyscrapers outside zooming past him.

-"You don't sound convinced" Said Zhang in a more serious tone than before -"You don't want to come back?"

-"No it's not that Zhang, it's just that this place is ruled by a government that violates everything I stand for, yes I accept that it has made a lot of improvements to the people here and I don't have anything against the Chinese people or you, I just don't like your government at all, and it's really hard for me to try and justify why I am here" Peter said with full honesty as he now felt guilty about accepting that bonus.

-"It's okay Peter, you live in the west after all..." Zhang said "You no understand what china went through, how it was humiliated by nations like yours, how we were punched into submission, but now we are strong, and nobody will ever mess with us or by the eternal glory of Mao and the all-mighty CCP we will destroy you!" Zhang said as he suddenly increased the speed of the car and turned right into a somewhat dark abandoned alley.

-"Zhang what are you doing my flight is leaving in an hour!" Peter said as Zhang stopped once the car was deep enough into the alley so that no one else could see them or hear them.

-"Don't worry Peter you won't leave" Zhang said as he removed the keys from the ignition and before leaving the car he cryptically said -"Don't fight what's coming, you'll soon understand us"

With that said, Zhang got out of the car and quickly locked all the doors so that Peter couldn't escape.

-"What the hell Zhang!" Peter screamed as he struggled to open the car's door at his side to no avail.

Meanwhile, Zhang looked at Peter's desperate attempts to flee with a smile as he pressed a button in the keys that released a sort of green gas from the air conditioning vents.

The gas rapidly accumulated in the small confined space of the car's cabin and once Peter took in just a little bit of it through his nostrils he immediately felt sleepy which made him panic even more.

-"Zhang get me out of here!" Peter screamed as he banged on the car's window which wouldn't budge as they were made of bulletproof glass, with each minute that passed and the more gas Peter breathed into his system, his cries for help became much more silent and his punches much more sloppy, before Peter could even notice it his eyes finally closed and a black void consumed his mind.

Zhang meanwhile walked away from the car as a black van entered the alley through the other side, once it was literally in front of him a group of men in biological suits loaded themselves out of the van and walked towards the car in which Peter was now deeply asleep.

One of the men after proving that Peter was indeed asleep approached Zhang and saluted him which Zhang quickly also did.

-“感谢张先生的服务，我们伟大的领袖和国家一定会报答你……” (Thank you for your service Zhang, our great leader and nation will repay you highly...) the man in a muffled voice through his mask.

-“谢谢你，我所做的一切都是以中国的名义，红了心身！” (Thank you, all I did was in the name of China, red in mind and body!) Zhang shouted with pride

-“身与心都红！” (Red in mind and body!) The man responded as he stopped saluting and walked away towards the other men which had just opened the door of the car and had pulled out Peter's unconscious body.

With a lot of team effort, the men placed Peter's body onto a stretcher and secured it with a few belts, once they were done they pushed the stretcher onto the black van in a hurry as they didn't want anyone to stumble upon their little operation.

Once the stretcher was in the van all of the men quickly climbed into the back compartment and closed the set of double doors that separated them from the exterior world, then the engine of the van roared as it pulled away from the alley leaving Zhang and his car alone.

The noise of dozens of men and their boots hitting the irregular and puddle-filled floor had been replaced by a somber silence that was only interrupted by the intermittent noise of clothes waving above from cables and the faraway noise of construction work and car hooking.

Zhang smiled one last time as he thought about how his long-held dream was about to become true, all thanks to the great mercy of the leader, the party, and his country.

A sudden beep distracted Zhang momentarily as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, his bank account had just received a transaction that amounted almost to a million dollars.

Zhang laughed as he imagine what he would do with all of the money, but before he could ponder on this any further a new message popped onto the screen.

-“请明天上午 8:00 到此设施展示自己” (Please present yourself at this facility tomorrow at 8:00 a.m) bellow the text there was also a small map that pointed out an area outside the city in what used to be an old abandoned factory.

Zhang took note of this message and quickly got into his car, he then pulled out of the alley and onto the busy streets of Shenzhen, as night turned into the morning the world slept peacefully not knowing that the red dragon they already feared was about to become much stronger.

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White and more shades of white, that was all Peter could see when his eyes finally opened, his sense of hearing could only perceive the buzzing of the lights placed on the roof and floor around him, lastly, his nose was attacked by a certain clinical smell one can only smell in a hospital waiting room.

-"Is this a dream, Did I die?" Peter thought as he got up from the floor and noticed that he was fully naked, Peter immediately covered his small equipment with both of his hands in shame as he felt like he was being observed.

This conclusion was correct as from the other side of the apparently solid circular white walls there was a glass that permitted a large group of CCP officials, military generals, and scientists to have a 360° field of view of Peter's naked body.

All of the men patiently waited for the show ahead of them, suddenly the only door to the observation deck opened which made all of the men stand up and salute.

The one and only Xi Jinping entered the room followed closely by his security detail, once Xi saluted back and ordered everyone to sit down he immediately walked towards the head scientist who was slightly trembling in front of a large futuristic-looking computer set-up.

-"习主席很高兴有你在这里" (President Xi is a pleasure to have you here!) The scientist said as he saluted Xi.

-"这位凌医生不用手续，开门见山" (Leave the formalities out of this Dr. Ling, get straight to the point) Xi said uninterested as he was supposed to be working that morning but a group of military officials told him to attend a presentation of a new technological device that could help the nation and Xi's plans of global hegemony.

-"是的先生" (Yes sir!) Dr. Ling said as he turned around and started to type a few things on the computer, immediately a window opened which showed a human figure and a few arrows around it that pointed towards a few stats.

-"我提出的是从根本上解决我们国家必须解决的三个主要问题，首先是出生率下降，未来中国经济可能会收缩，因为没有足够的年轻人积极工作、消费和纳税，其次，我们内部的政治敌人正在缓慢但肯定地摧毁我们的国家，最后，西方不断挑战我们在世界上的统治和地位，这个项目，我个人的项目自 90 年代后期以来一直在努力确保这些问题将成为过去" (What I'm proposing is a radical solution to the three main problems that our nation has to deal with, firstly the birth rate is way down, and in the future, the Chinese economy may contract as there won't be enough young people to be actively working, spending and paying taxes, secondly, our internal political enemies are slowly but surely destroying our nation, and lastly, there is the west who constantly defies our reign and position in the world, this project, a project I've personally been working on since the late 90s will ensure that these problems will be a thing of the past) Dr. Ling said as he pointed at the screen and then at Peter who was still looking with caution the room around him.

Xi looked at the scientist and then at Peter with one of his eyebrows raised as the whole situation felt extremely silly.

-"您打算如何通过绑架可能导致战争的美国公民来解���这些问题?" (And how do you plan to resolve those problems, by kidnapping an American citizen which could potentially lead to war?) Xi asked in a mocking tone as he signaled his security detail that he was planning to leave.

-"是的，也不是，先生，您看到遗传学是一个不断发展的领域，今天我们比以往任何时候都更了解构成我们的小事物，将其与催眠和心理行为交流的新形式相结合，我们相信我们可以从任何背景的男女老少中培养出模范中国公民" (Yes and no sir, you see genetics is a field that has been in constant growth, today we know more about the small things that make us up than ever before, combining this with a new potent form of hypnosis and mental behavioral alternators we believe that we can make a model Chinese citizen out of every man, women, and child from any possible background) Dr. Ling said as he pressed the execute button on the screen.

Meanwhile, Peter who had finally gotten up from the cold ceramic-like floor felt a sudden pain coming from his left arm.

-"What was that?" Peter asked as he twisted his arm and observed a very obvious red swollen area that hurt greatly if it was touched, as Peter looked at this weird injury in his arm, he felt like boiling water was being injected into his veins from that area which made him grunt in pain.

-"他怎么了" (What is happening to him?) Asked Xi rather intrigued as Peter fell and started shaking on the floor uncontrollably.

-"纳米机器人先生" (The nanobots Sir) Dr. Ling responded without further explanation as he observed his life's work finally becoming a reality.

-"纳米机器人" (The nanobots?) Asked Xi as the scientist turned around.

-"是的，纳米机器人，当对象失去知觉时，我们将它们注入他的身体，现在它们正通过他的静脉扩散到他的全身" (Yes, the nanobots, when the subject was unconscious we injected them into his body, right now they are spreading all over his body through his veins) Dr. Ling explained.

-"这些纳米机器人有什么作用" (And what do these nanobots do?) Asked Xi

-"他们甚至在基因层面上都会改变他，他会彻底成为汉人，并且是一个非常爱国的人，一个永远不会怀疑中共最高权威和你的领导的人" (They will change him even at the genetic level, he will become Han Chinese through and through, and a very patriotic one at that, an individual that will never doubt the supreme authority of the CCP and your leadership) Dr. Ling said which made Xi feel like he was being pranked, it is impossible to do what Dr. Ling was describing yet from the windows Xi could perfectly see how Peter's body suddenly grew in length.

The computer emitted warning noises as Peter's heartbeat started increasing thanks to the accelerated changes his body was going through.

Peter's body had finally stopped growing when it reached a titanic six feet two, making him taller than the majority of the people that were observing his changes.

-"纳米机器人现在遍布对象的全身，总统先生，现在可以开始更重要的变化……" (The nanobots are now positioned all over the subject's body Mr. President, now the more important changes can begin...) Dr. Ling said to Xi as Peter's large gut contracted back into his body.

Meanwhile, in Peter's chest, his large pecs made of mainly fat also recessed back into flatness, simultaneously all over Peter's body any sign of aging was eliminated.

Wrinkles were replaced by smooth skin, Peter's balding head now had the lush set of hair he used to have in his mid-twenties, by the time the changes seemed to stop Peter was left in the body he had when he was 28 years old, the only difference was his new taller stature.

Xi's mouth opened wide as the previously fifty-year-old man in front of him was now decades younger, he wasn't the only one as the other CCP members, military officials, and scientists were now at the edge of their seats with a mix of amazement and fear plastered on their faces.

-"年龄回归过程刚刚完成，正在执行进一步的更改" (The age regression process has just finished, executing further changes...) Dr. Ling said quietly as he typed a text and clicked the enter button which immediately made the computer buzz as it sent to the nanobots the new orders.

-"Not again!" Peter thought as the heat came back in this time it was much worse as the nanobots that produced it were now everywhere, slowly changing him from the inside out.

What Peter or the other people that secretly watched him couldn't see was that his genes were slowly changing, new segments were being created and others were being eliminated, simultaneously while this was happening Peter's skin started developing a slightly yellowish tone as his melanin all over his body adjusted to the orders Peter's new genes were giving it.

To this, you have to add that the majority of the bodily hair Peter had seemed to disappear back into his skin leaving him completely smooth except for his scalp.

Speaking of which the hair in this area changed in color from Auburn with some white strands here and there to a completely black coal tone that slightly shined thanks to the lighting of the room.

Peter's hairstyle also changed as from the sides his hair receded back into his scalp, the rest of his hair also receded slightly but also acquired a spiky consistency, this left Peter with a hairstyle that wouldn't be out of place in a military base.

As Peter's skin tone appeared to have settled at a particular shade of yellow he felt a burning sensation coming from his dick, ass and nipples.

-"Shit!" Peter thought as he watched his dick become larger and larger between his hands, he then felt the pressure of his larger and very fertile balls growing behind his larger member, once his dick had reached an impressive nine inches in length it also developed more girth, by at least two more inches to be exact.

Peter's ass then grew considerably, leaving him with a bouncy bubble butt.

Almost simultaneously, Peter's nipples grew larger in diameter, and their pinkish tone changed to a light brown one.

Suddenly as Peter's skin continued developing a yellowish huge he felt like his eyes were being pulled at the sides, what was actually happening was that Peter's eyes changed into a slightly almond-shaped form, his eye color changed too as it went from a light hazel tone to a dark brown one.

This was followed by the sudden straightening and increased thinness of Peter's nose, then his lips became smaller, and his facial structure changed dramatically giving him a more oriental look.

-"这……这不可能……" (This...This is impossible...) Xi said as he observed the hung Han Chinese man in front of him.

-"不可能，但现在才刚刚开始，在这个阶段，总统先生，我们几乎完成了这个过程，现在主题已经转变为一个基因纯正的汉人" (It was impossible, but now it's just the beginning, at this stage Mr. President we're almost done with the process, right now the subject has transitioned into a genetically pure Han Chinese man) The scientist said as he started typing more commands into the computer. -"是时候一劳永逸地完成这一切了……" (Time to finish this once and for all...)

Before Peter had the chance to catch his breath from the previous transformation he suddenly felt live lava was flowing through his veins.

-"Fuck!" He screamed out loud as his body collapsed into the floor, this was followed by more cries of help as new pounds of muscle suddenly materialized all over Peter's body.

His arms were now the host of large biceps, muscled lower arms, and thick vein-like structures that made both of his arms look like jungle trees, arms that were connected to more bulging and stronger shoulders.

-"Stop!" Peter cried again as his chest experienced an outwards explosion of muscle giving him two large pecs that bounced up and down with each hard breath he took into his body

His abdomen then cracked and expanded slightly as a defined six-pack grew into existence where his large belly once was, this was also complemented by the more V-shaped body Peter now possessed.

Another loud crack was produced by Peter's body as his back grew larger muscles, especially in the area close towards his new larger shoulders.

His larger butt then developed more muscle as the effects of the nanobots cruised downwards into Peter's legs which at this point couldn't help him stand up thanks to them being unable to cope with his more muscled and heavier upper body.

Because of this the nanobots quickly stimulated the muscles in Peter's legs making them grow larger, this was made pretty evident as his calves became the size of boulders, and his thighs became as wide as his head was.

Lastly, Peter's feet grow slightly larger, with this out of the way any pain, discomfort, or heat Peter was feeling quickly went away as the dozens of nanobots all over his body become mostly dormant, except for the ones that had attached themselves to his brain.

-"What is this?" Peter said in his slightly deeper voice as he touched his new skin and slowly got up from the white floor.

The men in the observation area had gotten up from their seats and were sticking their faces at the window that separated them from their being of interest, the subject that had changed from a typical American businessman to a Chinese hunk.

He was perfect, he looked like one of the men in the CCP's propaganda posters, the mythical and superior Han Chinese man, masculine and fertile.

Contrary to any other stereotypes of Chinese men, the man in front of them had muscles everywhere, from head to toe, his dick was as large as a water hose and his oriental facial features shined with the soft glow of the lights of the room.

-"习主席你能跟我来吗"(President Xi could you please follow me?" Asked Dr. Ling as he grabbed a tablet that was previously connected to the central computer.

-"是的……当然……"(Yes... Sure...) Xi said as he followed the scientist out of the room with his bodyguards not being far behind.

After walking for a while the men arrived at a large door, next to said door was Zhang who was leaning next to the wall smoking a cigarette.

-"阿张很高兴见到你..."(A Zhang is nice to see you...) Dr. Ling said as he shook hands with Zhang.

-"快乐都是我的!" (The pleasure is all mine!) Zhang said as he looked over Dr. Ling's shoulder and saluted President Xi.

-"凌博士是谁" (Who is the man Dr. Ling?) Xi asked as Zhang had stopped saluting him.

-"就是这个人让今天的事情成为可能，作为交换，我们给了他丰厚的报酬，从今天开始，他将有一个新的儿子……" (This is the man that made what happened today possible, in exchange we paid him a hefty reward, and from today forwards he will have a new son...) Dr. Ling responded as he pressed a few buttons on the tablet which made the large door open with an almost quiet hissing noise.

This noise obviously startled Peter who covered his private area quickly which was no use as his dick was so large that his hands weren't able to cover it completely.

-"No need to be ashamed Peter..." Dr. Ling said in English as the door closed behind him.

-"What... What happened, what did you do to me?" Peter asked fully knowing that whatever happened to him it was the scientists fault.

-"You won't have to worry about those questions soon..." Dr. Ling said as he pressed a red button on the tablet.

-"Now Peter I want you to tell me, in front of our great leader, what do you think of China?"

Peter looked at the man next to Dr. Ling who he had previously mocked all over his social media.

-"I think your country is authoritarian, inhuman, and oppressive" Peter said wholeheartedly with no doubt.

-"Are you sure?" Dr. Ling asked

-"Yes I am... China doesn't have democracy, you'd do whatever to fulfill your goals, I mean look what you did to me!" Peter shouted angrily -"And oppressive as one can't say or even think certain things..."

-"I think that you'll reconsider your thoughts about our glorious nation soon enough..." Dr. Ling said as Peter started feeling dizzy and his head developed a headache.

-"No stop, what are you doing!" Peter cried as his headache became unbearable.

-"Where just making you like us..." Dr. Ling said as Peter collapsed into the floor because of the pain, he then proceeded to fall unconscious.

-"Mr. President this might take a while..." Was the last thing Peter heard as his eyes fully closed and his mind started being attacked by the nanobots.

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Peter startled himself awake, everything around him was black as the darkest night, the only thing Peter could point out of the vast darkness was the presence of a large and simple mirror that was conveniently situated right in front of him.

-"Get up!" A heavily accented voice said in English

-"Who are you?" Peter asked in fear -"Show yourself!"

-"Come to the mirror now!" The voice said again, for some reason Peter quickly found himself following this command as he was now standing in front of the mirror which showed his new Chinese self, yet there was something off with the reflection.

-"Look at you..." Peter's reflection said -"All lost and confused"

-"What the hell!" Peter shouted as he jumped backwards.

After this, the reflection laughs like your typical evil villain -"There is no reason to be afraid Peter, you are me or will become me in a short time..."

-"Never!" Peter screamed with newfound determination as the void around him seemed to become much more claustrophobic.

-"Oh but I know that you will..." The reflection said as an almost quiet choir started playing, the music that was calmly echoing through Peter's surroundings was the one and only Chinese anthem.

-"You don't want to accept it but your already me in physical terms..." The reflection said -"Give up your mind as well, give it up to a greater cause that matters more than you as an individual"

-"No!" Peter responded as the music poured into his ears and foreign words started forming on his tongue and mind.

-"Yes..." The reflection said -"You are Chinese, you were born here, you owe everything to the nation, to the party, to the leader, accept these truths and be at peace..."

Peter's head was suddenly attacked by memories of being born in a small village to two poor parents, when he was five the village was pretty much rebuilt by the government, and his dad, Mr. Zhang, was offered a job shuttling high-ranking CCP officials in Beijing.

-"No I wasn't born in China! I was born in America!" Peter said while fighting for his identity.

-"You weren't, how can you say such blasphemy, you born in the imperialist's homeland? The reflection countered -"You were born in the land of the people who rose up and refused to be slaves, the land where people are united and loyal to the party, the land that gave you education and opportunities!".

More memories this time of going to school in Beijing entered Peter's brain, he was an excellent student in every class, so much so that the party offered him benefits at a young age which made him appreciate the CCP more with each passing year, to that you also have to add that he loved history and during classes, he enjoyed showing off as he knew about everything there was to know about China, the country he loved and treasured, another thing the new Peter excelled at was sports, especially in basketball thanks to his taller than average height, he received hundreds of awards and trophies during his time at school, he even had the chance to travel all over the country and experience the greatness of it.

After graduating from high school he took the infamous geiko exam in which he scored enough to enter the most prestigious college in China.

-"See what your nation has given you?" The reflection asked -"The things it gave you made you extremely patriotic, before entering college you decided to first fulfill your patriotic duty and complete your military service, after it was over you left the barracks with more discipline, muscle, and pride for your homeland.

The more the reflection talked the more Peter felt like the life it was describing was his, he could recall graduating from college early thanks to his smarts and becoming a field engineer in the military.

-"Let your old imperialist pig life go away, embrace China, embrace the new you, embrace me..." The reflection said as the Chinese anthem was now echoing loudly all over the place, its lyrics and music became embedded into Peter's mind, its imposing yet soft music broke him from the inside in no time

The lyrics which at this point Peter couldn't understand slowly started to make sense as the Mandarin language surged into his head.

With each loop the anthem made not only did Peter lose another part of his old self but he also received even more knowledge of Mandarin, so much so that he could now understand every word of the anthem.

-"请我不要这个!" (Please I don't want this!) Peter said now in fluent Mandarin, he yelped in surprise once he noticed this but the reflection in the mirror quickly tried to reassure him that there was nothing wrong with this.

-"别担心，彼得，您现在可以说世界上最美丽、最富有诗意的语言，这种语言从一开始就被有远见的人使用，他们的贡献推动了我们的国家和人民走向未来" (Don't worry Peter, you are now able to speak the most beautiful and poetic language in the world, a language that was used since its inception by visionaries whose contributions advanced our nation and people into the future) The reflection said.

-"但是我不会说普通话，我会说英语!" (But I don't speak Mandarin, I speak English!) Peter said in a low tone as his mind was now almost under the reflection's control.

-"但是你当然会说英语，毕竟你要怎么和美国狗交流，但你说英语的时候总有一种不好的感觉，就像你用垃圾语言说出卖了你的人一样，但不用担心，总有一天，普通话将成为国际语言，而英语将只不过是一种语言，沦为一小群肮脏的猪，躲避我们伟大的国家!" (But of course you speak English, after all, how are you going to communicate with the American dogs, yet you always get a bad feeling when you speak it, like your betraying your people by speaking in a garbage language, but don't worry, there shall be a day when Mandarin will be the international language while English will be nothing more than a language relegated to a small group of dirty pigs in hiding from our great nation!).

By this point, Peter's mental fight had been won by the reflection, any ounce of resistance had been eliminated as a patriotic and totalitarian Chinese point of view hijacked Peter's mind.

As the anthem began a new loop Peter found himself singing each verse and word with the utmost pride and joy, as he did this the room around him suddenly turned a shiny white and he fell unconscious again.

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Dr. Ling stood back as the beast of a man in front of him rose up from the floor, every move it made was sharp and calculated just like that of a perfectly tuned machine.

When the man who was once Peter saw that President Xi was in the room with him, a sense of duty and servitude immediately rushed into his mind making him salute while standing perfectly straight.

-"很荣幸见到习主席!" (It's an honor to meet you President Xi!) The man said in Chinese without any shame as his large dick stood fully erect.

Dr. Ling almost chuckled at the shocked expression President Xi had on his face as he saluted back to the man while trying to look away from the enlarged dick and heavy set of balls he had between his legs.

As President Xi stopped saluting the man quickly did the same as he stood straighter than before and waited for orders or questions.

-"你觉得彼得怎么样?" (How do you feel Peter?) Dr. Ling asked as he started filling up a checklist on his tablet.

-"你一定误会了，我叫程子豪" (You must be mistaken, my name is Cheng Zihao) Cheng said without any doubt in his voice.

Check...

-"好的，程，你能告诉我你出生在哪里吗?" (Okay Cheng, could you please tell me where you were born?) Dr. Ling continued.

-"我出生在北京市，更具体地说是在离北京大约一个小时车程的一个小村庄里" (I was born in Beijing Municipality, more specifically in a small village about an hour away from Beijing proper)

Check...

-"你确定吗，我以为你出生在美国?" (Are you sure, I thought you were born in America?)

Cheng loudly scoffed -"不，我绝对出生在中国" (No I was definitely born in China) Cheng said in a monotone manner.

-"说到这里，你怎么看美国?" (Now that were talking about this, what do you think of America?) Dr. Ling inquired.

Cheng's facial expressions immediately transformed from relaxed to angry once he heard the word "America".

-"这是一个猪和帝国主义者的土地，他们一直在破坏我们伟大的国家和人民，他们应该被安置并被遗忘" (It's a land of pigs and imperialists that have always undermined our great nation and its people, they should be put in their place and destroyed into oblivion) Cheng said without skipping a beat, his voice full of contempt and anger, the sole mention of anything related to the USA would push him even further into wanting a war, after all his superior nation and the huge army he was a part of would surely encircle Washington D.C. in less than a week, cementing the victory of China and it's system that was so dear to him.

Check...

-"你在哪里工作?" (Where do you work?)

-"我在军队工作..." (I work in the military...) Cheng said slightly puzzled, wasn't he there as a representative of the military, a representative who was supposed to go under some weird tests? Shouldn't the scientist in front of already know that?

Check...

-"别担心问题，程" (Don't worry about the questions, Cheng) Dr. Ling said as he noticed Cheng's doubtful expression -"我们对你进行的测试可能会暂时模糊你的记忆，但不要担心不会发生任何不好的事情......" (The test we ran on you may blurry your memories momentary but don't worry nothing bad will happen...).

After hearing this Cheng immediately relaxed -"这家伙是一个非常重要的与中共合作的科学家，我为什么不相信他？毕竟中共是不会撒谎的……" (This guy is a very important scientist that works with the CCP, why shouldn't I trust him? The CCP would never lie after all...) Cheng thought as Dr. Ling continued with his list of questions.

-"那边的男人是谁?" (Who is the man over there?) Dr Ling said ad he pointed at Zhang.

-"他是我亲爱的父亲" (He's my dear father) Cheng said which made Zhang smile and slightly cry as a small group of tears flowed from his eyes.

Check...

-"最后……你怎么看中华人民共和国?" (And for last... What do you think about the People's Republic Of China?).

-"它是世界上最伟大的国家!" (That it is the greatest nation in the world!) Cheng said proudly knowing that he was a citizen of the growing red dragon.

Check...

-"中共呢?" (What about the CCP?) Dr. Ling added

-"中共让中国伟大，它是全中国人民的党，它给我们每个人带来了更多的繁荣和平等，我将永远忠于党和它的英明领导" (The CCP made China great, it's the party of all the Chinese people and it has brought more prosperity and equality to every one of us, I'll always be loyal and obedient to the party and its wise leadership) Cheng said as he put a hand in his heart and screamed from the top of his lungs -"红色的思想和身体!" (RED IN MIND AND BODY!)

Check...

-"好吧，士兵，我想就这些了，请跟着你父亲到附近的洗手间，在那里你会换上你的临时衣服，并在接下来的二十四小时内接受医疗监督，以检查一切是否按计划进行" (Well soldier I think that will be all, please follow your father to the nearby bathroom, there you will change into your temporary clothes and stay here under medical supervision for the next twenty-four hours in order to check that everything went on as planned) Dr. Ling said as he turned off his tablet.

-"是的先生!" (Yes Sir!) Chang barked as he started walking away with his father close by his side, a female nurse quickly appeared next to the door of the room with a towel in hand so that Chang could cover himself, once Chang had covered himself and had winked at the nurse both he and his father left leaving Dr. Ling and President Xi alone in the room.

-"那太不可思议了!" (That was incredible!) President Xi finally said as his mind tried to understand everything that had happened in the past couple of minutes.

-"我很高兴你喜欢它，先生!" (I'm pleased that you liked it, Sir!) Dr. Ling said rather calmly while on the inside he was loudly celebrating, his life's work had paid off.

-"他还记得什么吗?" (Does he remember anything?) Xi asked intrigued

-"那是伟大的事情，他没有，即使他有一天记得他曾经是谁也没关系，因为他脑海中的纳米机器人将永远留在那里，准备好压制任何不合时宜的想法，而其余的随着时间的推移，纳米机器人将化为虚无" (That's the great thing, he doesn't, even if he one day remembers who he once was it won't matter as the nanobots in his mind will stay there forever ready to suppress any thoughts that go out of line while the rest of the nanobots will dissolve into nothingness as time goes on).

-"这改变了游戏规则……有了这项技术，我们将统治世界!" (This is a game-changer... With this technology, we shall rule the world!) President Xi remarked in a villainous voice as Dr. Ling lightly smiled knowing that he had done his part to secure the existence and world dominance of China, his homeland.

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Hey! Long time no see, I know that I haven't been as active but I've been busy with college assignments and projects almost every week since I entered in January, this story is the result of me having a few free minutes where I wrote whatever I could, with that out of the way I want to say that I don't condone the CCP and it's actions in any way (Love China, love the people, the government is a whole other thing...), if something this story is more of a parody (Seeing the Chinese government propaganda in political discourse class stayed with me and I wanted to use it and make it even sillier with this story), anyway I hope I'm not giving the CCP any ideas 😬...

As always stay safe and enjoy!

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Budget Diversion

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-"Brah this whole thing is bullshit," Thad said angrily while on his phone.

-"Totally dude!" Lance his bro and teammate responded quickly and with the same anger in his voice.

The reason the both of them were so angry was because their University board had suddenly decided out of the bloom that the football team wasn't important anymore, little by little each month the budget previously assigned for the football team shrunk considerably while the budget for the science-oriented faculties grew.

Because of the budget cuts, the team had to use spare old equipment and their experienced celebrity coach had to be let go as the board didn't want to pay his high salary anymore.

To add insult to injury the University board also forced the closure of the largest frat on campus, Delta Zeta Pi (∆ZΠ), they then proceeded to demolish the historic frat house in order to make way for a new scientific research building.

The homeless frat boys were then relocated all over campus. Thad, Lance, and another teammate called Jason were relocated to a dorm that was next to the main science faculty building, meaning that every time they walked through the hallways of the dorm they would bump into hundreds of science nerds of all shapes, sizes, and nationalities.

Things were hard but Thad and Lance tried to keep a cool mind, that was until the board announced that they were going to be cutting all of the lacrosse team's budget, meaning that it would have to be dissolved until "further notice" by the board.

-"I mean dude if that can happen to the lacrosse team it can happen to us right?" Thad said as he walked in circles around his cramped dorm room

-"Your right brah!" Lance responded -"I mean this college was known for its elite sports teams, we put this place on the fucking map and now they want to throw us away like trash!".

-"I know dude but it's all because of those stupid nerds".

-"Totally, I mean all those smart Asians that have started to appear all over campus probably convinced the board to leave us in the gutter" Thad said as he remembered seeing the four-eyed freaks everywhere when walking through campus.

-"Fucking fags, I mean why don't they stay back in China or India, why do they have to come here and ruin the fun for all of us!".

-"Don't know dude but we have to do something, we can't just stay here without doing anything".

-"Im already ahead of you brah, just wait till I get to the dorm and I'll tell you my plan" Lance said as his tone became sinister.

-"Okay brah, see you later" Thad said with a cocky smile as he thought about all of the ways he could abuse the nerds that surrounded him.

-"Sure brah!" Lance finally said as Thad ended the call and jumped into his bed, as he looked at the ceiling he couldn't stop thinking about what was happening, everything he valued in his life was being taken away from him, ever since he was a kid Thad had loved to watch and play football, even the reason why he was studying in one of the best colleges of America was because of football as he had won an athletic scholarship that paid almost all of his tuition.

-"Fucking budget diversion..." Thad whispered to himself -"I wish things could be different".

As those fateful words left Thad's mouth an almost invisible multicolored shimmer started covering his surroundings, because Thad continued looking up towards the roof he didn't notice the formation of said shimmer, furthermore, he didn't even notice that it slowly started changing his belongings and those of his roommate Lance.

The dozens of dirty and smelly clothes on the floor vanished in the blink of an eye, in both Thad's and Lance's closets their dozens of pairs of sleeves shirts designed to perfectly show off their muscles were replaced by some formal button-up shirts, simple yet colorful graphic t-shirts with typically nerdy iconography like that of sci-fi shows and math jokes, and two or more jackets, their shorts became jeans and the dozens of colorful sports shoes they loved to flaunt because of their high cost became simple yet functional oxfords or sneakers.

The four plain walls that made up the dorm were then covered by dozens of posters of different sci-fi shows and movies, the shelves on said walls that were previously covered in sports trophies were now proudly displaying books in every scientific field and some small chess and math competition trophies.

The computer where Thad used to make mediocre assignments and watch porn was replaced by a high-end tech machine that could do any task that was thrown at it, no matter how big the numbers it had to process.

As the changes around Thad continued at a steady pace it was then time for his body to change as well, the first major change that manifested was a sudden decrease in his height from his imposing six feet four to a more compact five feet seven, Thad didn't notice this even though his feet couldn't touch the end of the bed frame like before or that his clothes felt slightly bigger.

Said clothes would become less tight over time as Thad's muscles started to dissolve back into his body, his defined six-pack was the first to go as it sank into an almost flat surface surrounded by a small amount of fat, Thad's hard-earned pecs were next as they also deflated like balloons and disappeared out of sight. Thad's bulging arms were not spared either as his huge biceps and vein-filled forearms deflated as well, leaving behind a pair of useless sticks that couldn't carry any significant amount of weight on their own.

-"What the?" Thad thought as he looked down and for a moment saw that his muscles had disappeared, he quickly blinked and as he did his vision blurred slightly. Which gave the illusion that his large muscles were still there.

-"Must have been my mind playing games" Thad concluded, after all, it had been a long day for him, he had to go to football practice in the morning, go to the gym before lunch and then go to a few tedious classes in the evening, this combined with the fact that he had been to a party last night meant that he had slept only three or four hours -"Maybe I should call it a day..." Thad thought as he got up from his bed and readied himself for the long night to come while still not noticing the changes happening around him and to himself thanks to his blurry vision.

-"Here it is!" Thad mumbled as he grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste from his now orderly drawer, he then proceeded to walk towards the small bathroom adjacent to the exit of his dorm room, once inside he washed his mouth with some water and then placed some of the toothpaste onto the toothbrush before proceeding to brush his teeth.

As he brushed each tooth carefully the changes all over his body increased in pace, his previously muscled ass became a well-proportioned bubble butt while his defined legs lost their musculature.

Thad's dick which was his pride and joy lost almost five inches leaving behind a three-inch nub, his giant and fertile balls also shrank with his manhood, and finally, his smaller equipment became covered in a dense forest of black curly hairs.

These hairs then proceeded to grow all over Thad's carefully waxed body, because of this his slightly chubby stomach now had an abundant treasure trail leading towards his flat but hairy chest whose pink nipples were surrounded by smaller black curly hairs.

This sudden hair growth was followed by a subtle change in Thad's skin tone as it went from a tanned white to a dark brown tone, first, it was his feet, then his legs, and then this new brown wave rapidly climbed upwards past his small dick, abdomen and towards his chest were his small nipples increased in size and became even darker.

The wave of brown was then stopped around Thad's neck where his adam's apple shrank giving him a more prepubescent cracking voice.

Up until this point, Thad's face was unchanged but this wouldn't be the case anymore as a messy brown beard grew into place and the previously contained brown wave rushed through his face, by doing so it quickly changed Thad's facial features as seen by his bigger lips, straight but wider nose and softer cheekbones, thus giving him a more South Asian appearance.

The last major changes were those to Thad's eyebrows as they became bushy with black hairs while his blonde buzz cut changed in color to black while also growing into a curly mess. Even Thad's eyes changed in color as his beautiful deep blue irises became black.

As Thad finished brushing his teeth and spat the water out of his mouth, his loose clothes that at this point were dangling from his body changed in order to better fit his new reality, Thad's tank top grew a pair of sleeves and changed in color to grey while a "time travel" graphic motif of a famous show formed on the front. His pair of shorts that seemed to be about to fall to the floor changed into a pair of blue denim skinny jeans that accentuated his behind, the jock underneath said jeans also changed as it became a simple pair of white briefs, finally, Thad's barefoot feet became covered by a pair of old sandals.

-"Shid" Thad said with an accent as he looked up toward the mirror, at this point his vision was so blurry that he couldn't even see anything more than a weird blob of mass reflected by the mirror.

In an almost instinctual manner, Thad's right hand started desperately searching for something on the counter, finally, after a few seconds, it reached the thing it was looking for, a pair of glasses with round lenses that had appeared out of thin air.

-"Dhere dhey arre" Thad said as he placed the glasses on his face like it was the most normal thing for him to do despite the fact that he had never needed to use glasses before.

Once Thad's vision cleared up he pretty much gasped in terror as he finally noticed the extensive changes his body had undergone.

-"Whad happened doo me?" Thad said as he proceeded to gasp gasp again when he noticed that he was speaking with a heavy foreign accent -"Whad happened do me voice!".

Gone was the prime beef of a man that could pick up any girl from the cheerleading team with ease, and in its place was left a skinny Indian nerd.

-"No dis can be happening" Thad said as he ran out of the bathroom and into his changed dorm, everything he owned was either gone or replaced by things only nerds have.

-"No please!" Thad cried as he fell to the floor in defeat, his body, his room, maybe even he as a person was probably erased from reality, replaced by an inferior him.

Thad rummaged through his pockets until he found his student I.D that was previously stored in his shorts, the face in the I.D was the exact same one he had seen in the mirror, instead of Thad Kirkman the card now displayed the name Tanish Kumar, furthermore the faculty the card was registered to changed from the physical sports faculty to the biological sciences faculty.

-"Hoow dis even possible" Thad said as he continued looking at his I.D, maybe it was the wish he made on his bed, maybe it was his harm-filled words when talking to Lance on the phone, either way, he was now stuck with no probability of changing back to his old self.

As Thad stayed on the floor and reflected on his changes, his mind slowly started to be filled with other memories that weren't his own. memories of being born to a middle-class family in the suburbs of New Delhi, memories of dozens of nights of studying that translated into the best grades in his school, memories of not doing any exercise as gaining knowledge and not muscles was his only focus in life, memories of being the loner nerdy kid that was made fun of by the more popular kids at school, and finally more recent memories like that of his temporary stay in the United States.

-"No ged oud of me head" Thad said as he tried to fight back the foreign influence that was taking over his mind. Yet there was no stopping it as Thad now remembered that he got into college not by being the best at football but by being one of the best applicants for an international scholarship program that would pay all of his expenses while abroad.

-"But I'm goot at foodball!" Thad whispered but his changing mind immediately countered this with memories of his bad experiences with sports, he hated p.e. class from pretty much the start of his school life, he now remembered that he would countdown each second of class in wait for the ring of the bell so that he could go to his math or biology class and do more productive things.

Now that he was studying in the states he had been hit hard with the football culture that was almost everywhere around him, this was because he didn't understand the sport at all, not the rules, not the ways of playing it, and certainly not why it was called football when you're supposed to play it with your hands, it was just a stupid game for equally stupid himbos that ran around chasing a ball.

-"No... sdop radionalizing!" Thad shouted as his brain and intellect became much more self-aware, millions of pieces of knowledge were being beamed into his mind with each passing second and slowly but surely they replaced everything that once made up Thad, he wasn't in the football team, he wasn't part of a frat, he wasn't an all American jock, he was just a simple smart hardworking student from abroad doing his best.

-"Tanish al you okey?" A heavily accented voice said behind him.

Thad turned around and looked at where the voice was coming from, a Chinese guy that looked just as nerdy as he was looking down at him with worry from the now wide-open door of his dorm room.

-"Why you in flool?" He said as walked closer to were Thad was.

-"Nodhing I jusd led my I.D fall" Thad said as he got up from the floor.

-"Ale you sule you okey?" The young Chinese man asked as he was now next to Thad.

-"Yes Lin I'm alrighd" Thad suddenly said which worried him even more as he had never met the guy in front of him yet he somehow knew his name.

-"Okey then, you heal the gool news?" Lin asked as he walked past Thad.

-"No whad goot news?" Thad asked as he concluded that Lin was probably once his bro and teammate Lance.

-"See fol youlself" Lin said after turning on Thad's computer and opening their university's main website.

Thad nervously walked towards the computer and sat down on his seat, he then looked at the screen and started reading out loud what he was seeing.

-"Dhe Howard Universidy board is pleaset do announce dhad dhe sdudends Tanish Kumar (Biomedical Engener Sdudend) & Lin Ru (Biomedical Engener Sdudend) have won a grand for dhe realizadion of dheir healdh nano-bod invesdigadion" Thad said and as he finished he felt slightly proud and happy of this achievement.

-"Isn't it gleat?" Lin asked as a huge smile formed on his face.

Thad turned around towards Lin, and for a moment he felt a huge amount of horror, his old bro, now a Chinese guy happy that he was getting a grant for his... Their investigation.

-"Our investigation..." Thad thought as he now remembered that the idea for the project was concocted the week after he had met Lin during orientation week almost a year before.

The more Thad thought about the project the more he lost his will to keep fighting, Lin seemed unfazed by his change, did he even remember who he was previously?

-"Forget it... Your Tanish Kumar, you've always been Tanish" a voice suddenly said inside of Thad's mind -"Think about the project, you're destined to help millions of people thanks to your vast intellect, forget football, football doesn't save lives, your old self lived for himself, you will now live to save others... Forget everything and be happy".

Thad closed his eyes for a fraction of a second as he readied himself to fight against the foreign influence once more but he quickly stopped, Lin was happy, he and Lin now had a better life ahead, and by the looks Lin was giving him, Thad knew that the life he had ahead was to be permanently connected to Lin in both work and love.

-"Why fight anymore, I'm Tanish Kumar, I've always been Tanish Kumar" Thad thought as the last parts of his old self were eliminated from existence and the shimmer that changed him disappeared.

-"My god dhis is gread" Tanish suddenly said with a happy grin of his own.

-"I know light?" Lin said "Appalently some of the budget cuts the boald made to the spolts teams is being used for more glants like ouls, remember Takahashi, he also won a glant for his locket engine ploposal"

-"Really?" Tanish euphorically asked as he got up his chair -"I can'd believe dhis place is finally daking us seriously!".

-"It's just amazing!" Lin said as he jumped and hugged Tanish who quickly responded to the hug.

-"Dis needs a celebradion..." Tanish stated while his face was inches away from Lin's -"Doesn'd it...?"

-"Yes I aglee" Lin said as he came closer and passionately kissed Tanish in his sensual brown lips.

Lin then proceeded to remove Tanish's shirt in a romantic manner while Tanish carefully laid on his bed.

-"I hope youl leady baby" Lin said as he played with Tanish's large brown nipples which made him moan -"Oh I am..." Tanish said as he turned around and by doing so exposing his behind to Lin.

-"Today I eat curry" Lin jokingly said as he proceeded to remove Tanish's jeans and underwear which gave him ample view of his brown hole.

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-"Gosh would you two stop it you Asian fags!" Jason blurted out as he punched the wall, the nerdy asian boyfriends next door seemed like they had been fucking for hours, and because of it he couldn't fall asleep.

Ever since he had moved from his old and now demolished frat house to the nerdy dorm it had become almost impossible to sleep peacefully without hearing moaning all night.

-"Let's hope I don't turn up gay by staying here" Jason whispered as his eyes finally closed while the familiar colorful tones of a magical shimmer formed all over his room.

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Transfer VPN (Pt 2)

Requested By morphmasteroutkast

-"Is it done?" Asked Dean on the phone as he turned on his laptop which had been sent to his home from the technician's shop after days of testing for any type of security deficiency.

-"Yes, I've secured it and even downloaded a VPN for you to use" Said the technician.

-"What does a VPN do?" Asked Dean as he unlocked his laptop by introducing his password.

-"It is designed to help you mask your exact location, if your computer is compromised again the hacker won't know your exact location as easily as before" The technician said which made Dean feel better.

-"Okay then, thank you for everything..." Said Dean as he opened his files.

-"Your welcome Sir, have a nice day!" Said the technician as Dean hung up the call and placed his phone on the table next to his laptop.

-"Everything seems alright" Thought Dean as he looked at the files and saw that all of them were still there. -"Thank God!" Said Dean with happiness.

A few days ago he had received a weird message on his computer, apparently, it had been hacked and the guy who did it wanted money in exchange for not making Dean's client's info public in 4chan.

Dean is a photographer by trade, and he normally does the typical weddings or family pictures so if the info of his clients was released on a site as toxic as 4chan he knew that the crazy people there would do something that may hurt his photography business and tarnish his reputation.

Because of this Dean had to call a technician who took his computer for a check-up.

Thankfully after days of stress and worry, Dean was finally free and he was ready to forget about the awful memory of being hacked -"Better get back to work!" Though Dean as he opened photoshop and a few of the pictures he had taken last week for a wedding.

-"Please set up your transfer VPN account!" Suddenly appeared on a small chatbox as Dean was about to edit the first picture.

-"Might as well do it know" Said Dean as he created himself an account by filling in some information and once he had done that he accepted the terms of service after reading some of them in a hurry, almost immediately a map of the word appeared on his screen with the countries he could connect to highlighted in yellow.

Dean decided to not choose any for the moment, what the technician had said convinced him that he was safe enough so he clicked the default option, aka the United States.

-"User Dean*********, would you like to test our new intrusion punishment feature?" Then appeared on the screen just as Dean had closed the map.

Dean decided to check it out just in case the hacker from before returned so he pressed the "yes" option.

-"Thank you for your participation! Appeared on the screen in the chatbox, a few seconds later the transfer VPN app closed itself.

-"Weird" Thought Dean as he expected some sort of explanation about how the intrusion punishment feature worked.

Despite this doubt, Dean decided to just continue working as whatever the intrusion punishment feature did it wasn't something he should be worried about as it was supposed to keep him and his files safe.

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-"The little mother fucker!" Though Ethan as he was finally able to access the computer of the guy he was previously extorting.

It had been days since he had access but now that he was yet again looking at Dean's files he noticed that the computer had been cleaned from any of his previous influence.

-"He probably went to a technician" Though Ethan as he selected some of the files and prepared to post Dean's client's information to several chat boards. -"This will teach him a lesson".

As Ethan was about to press send a weird chatbox appeared on the left side of his screen.

-"Warning! You have intruded into Dean's********* computer, please stop what your doing immediately so that you won't suffer any consequences"

-"What the hell is this?" Ethan said in a low voice as he read the text in the chatbox, after finishing Ethan rolled his eyes and proceeded to press send on his computer.

-"Ethan...You have violated the personal information of Dean*********, prepare for the consequences" Appeared on the chatbox as the rest of Ethan's screen turned white.

Ethan got up from his chair and moved away from his computer with pure and utter terror on his face -"How does it know my name?" He thought as a new message appeared on the screen.

-"Transfer in Process" Appeared on the screen as the world around Ethan became blurry. -"Shit what the hell is happening?" Thought Ethan as he felt like he was floating in the air.

Suddenly a huge flash of light blinded him as he fell into a sort of seemingly infinite white void.

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-"let's change the contrast" Though Dean as he finished editing the first picture, ever since he started working things were going relatively smooth -"If I stay focused I may finish the backlog I had today" Though Dean as heard a weird tearing noise.

Dean turned around in his swiveling chair and observed a weird white circle floating over his bed, before he could fully comprehend what was happening a person he didn't know fell from the portal and slammed against his bed.

The portal then disappeared leaving Dean and the person he didn't know alone.

-"Who the fuck are you?" Asked Dean as he grabbed a metallic ruler from his desk in case things got dirty.

Ethan looked up and immediately noticed that he wasn't in his bedroom anymore, he then focused his attention on the nervous-looking man who had a ruler in his hands -"Shit" he thought as he now recognized the man.

-"Answer me!" Said Dean a little desperate.

-"Im Ethan," Said Ethan as he slowly moved towards the edge of the bed.

-"What are you doing in my bed?" Asked Dean without skipping a beat.

-"I don't know!" Said Ethan -"One moment I was in my computer the next im here in front of you!"

Suddenly a chatbox notification from Dean's laptop was heard by both men, Dean leaned to the side and rapidly read the text.

-"User Dean********* The man in front of you is called Ethan, he hacked into your computer and posted some of your client's information on a few chat boards, punishments and corrections in reality will be immediately applied for your comfort, thank you for participating in our intrusion punishment feature!"

-"Wtf it was you!" Asked Dean as he turned around to confront Ethan yet totally ignoring the whole portal magic stuff.

-"Yes...and I'm sorry but I think you should be worried about whatever app you have on your computer" Said Ethan -"I magically appeared here after all!"

Dean turned around to look at his laptop just in time to see that a new message had popped up on the chatbox.

-"Warning user Dean*********, some of your personal data has been leaked, because of this we will also apply an extra round of changes to you as well in order to safeguard your livelihood"

-"You leaked the info of my clients!?" Screamed Dean at the top of his lungs -"Fucking Bastard!"

-"I did but it's all your fault, I wasn't even asking for that much money!" Said Ethan trying to shift the blame as suddenly all of the clothing he was wearing disappeared.

-"What the hell!" Said Ethan rather scared as Dean turned around in shame but quickly glanced back at Ethan as his body started changing.

Ethan's skinny legs now sported bigger calves, quads, and hamstring -"Shit" He said as he felt like his bones were breaking as the changes continued upwards towards the rest of his body.

Suddenly in Ethan's private area, he felt as his dick became smaller -"No...No...No...please!" Said Ethan as his manhood stopped shrinking when it reached five inches in length -"Oh my God!" Ethan moaned loudly as he felt his ass growing to an impressive size.

From there Ethan's already lean upper body became much more muscled, his abdomen now displayed a six-pack and his chest was now home to two large pecs toppled by a larger pair of very sensitive nipples.

Meanwhile, Ethan's arms developed larger biceps, triceps, and lower arms which gave him a very cartoonish look.

-“Changes to the infractor's musculature completed, racial changes will now begin" Appeared on Dean's laptop, almost immediately every inch of skin in Ethan's body changed in color to a dark brown while in his pits and head his hair also changed in color, this time from blonde to coal-black.

The most intriguing change was what happened to Ethan's face, his caucasian features rapidly disappeared as his lips puffed up, his nose widened at its base, and his facial structure became rounded, lastly to complete the changes a mustache and beard formed around his cheeks and upper lips.

With the changes now finished Ethan was now a completely new man and an Indian-looking one at that.

-"Wot hapen to me?" Asked Ethan who now spoke very thick Indian accent.

Dean who was pressed against the wall with utter terror in his face then felt a painful sensation emanating from his legs -"Oh no, stop it" he said as he knew it was his turn once he noticed that his clothes had disappeared from his body.

Unlike Ethan, Dean's height increased to six feet two, this brought him an amount of pain he had never felt before, which was followed by the rapid growth of the muscles in his legs.

When the changes reached Dean's pelvic area his dick immediately grew in size to an impressive ten inches while his ass also grew larger but was very small when compared to the giant dark globes Ethan possessed.

From here the changes went upwards, Dean's sagging belly immediately decreased in size while at the same time forming the outline of a well-defined eighth pack.

Dean's chest area then followed as the moobs he had also became smaller and smaller as the fat in them was replaced by strong muscle leaving behind a pair of bulging pecs.

The changes then moved to Dean's arms where his biceps, triceps, and lower arms grew larger, even more so than the ones Ethan sported.

Lastly, Dean's bulging arms and pecs were covered by a vast array of monochromatic tattoos, and two small studs pierced themselves into each of his ears.

-“Changes to the user's musculature completed, racial changes will now begin" after this message had appeared on deans laptop his already white skin became a little more white, then his face started to mold as it became more masculine and now sported dozens of small clumps of reddish freckles which gave him a more "Irish" appearance.

Lastly, the little hair Dean had in his body became ginger, this included the hair on top of his head and the small hairs that had grown around his chin and upper lips.

-“Changes to the infractor and user's body completed, changes in reality and mental functions will now be applied" As this message appeared on the screen the bed Ethan had been in since the beginning of his changes transformed into a king-sized bed, a new set of clothing materialized itself into Dean's closet that both he and Ethan could where.

Then Dean's nakedness was no more as he was now covered by a grey sleeveless shirt and a pair of joggers, sadly, Ethan didn't have this privilege as he was still fully naked.

The last observable reality change was the forming of a small golden ring in both of men's ring fingers, this was followed by a wave of new memories which started to zip into their heads.

For example, Ethan who was now called Eshan remembered being born in India and then moving to the US where he met Dean in a stripper club one night while dancing on the stage.

For Dean's part, his name didn't change but his past did, he was now the son of two Irish immigrants who moved to the US with him in the mid-90s, after meeting Eshan one night the both of them fell in love and got married a few months later, thanks to this Eshan was able to get his American citizenship so he was very grateful to his lover, because of this and his past as a bottom Eshan was the more submissive in the relationship while Dean filled the opposite role.

-"Changes to reality and mental functions completed, thanks for using Transfer VPN!" Appeared on Dean's laptop as the app closed itself.

Dean and Eshan then looked at each other, their minds still adapting and slowly accepting their new reality.

Dean was the first to take initiative as a new sense of desire filled him, because of this he removed his clothing and threw them to the floor, Eshan could only watch as Dean's Irish sausage became hard.

-"Enjahyin de view me lahve?" Asked Dean in his thick Irish accent as he jumped into the bed and slowly crawled towards the much smaller Eshan.

-"No, no plese leve me alone!" Said Eshan as he fought the desires growing both in his mind and hole.

-"Dahn't wahrry i'll be gentle" Said Dean as he grabbed Eshan and hugged him while at the same time positioning his dick outside of Eshan's hole.

Eshan who at this point was on the brink of accepting his fate tried to escape but Dean's tight embrace made this impossible.

After a while, Eshan stopped moving, and Dean took the opportunity as he plunged his lips towards Eshan's while at the same time twisting and grabbing his large brownish nipples.

Eshan moaned uncontrollably and permitted access to Dean's tongue into his mouth, after a while, Eshan started kissing back, at this point his past memories were eroded, he remembered his old life, and thanks to that he knew that his transformation was supposed to be a punishment but the pleasurable sensations were overwhelming him, he just couldn't think or fight anymore, he was, in fact, enjoying it.

Just a few seconds after Eshan had stopped resisting Dean finally penetrated his hole with his larger dick.

"Oooh!" Eshan said as he felt the most pleasurable sensation he had ever felt in his life.

-"Do you like dat betch?" Asked Dean as he increased his pace, Eshan responded in broken English and from time to time he would swear in Hindi.

-"Ohhhh!" Eshan shouted at the top of his lungs once Dean finally came in his hole, both men basked in the pleasure of the moment as they recovered from their lovemaking.

Dean then hugged Eshan harder while still having his dick inside of him, for his part Eshan moved closer towards Dean as he felt safe surrounded by his larger lover, and that was the only thing that mattered.

-"I lahve you" Said Dean as his eyes became heavy, the sexual act he had with Eshan had debilitated him a lot and he still needed to finish editing some photos for one of his clients.

-"I lov yo tu" Said Eshan with full passion and happiness as he also fell deeply asleep with no worries about his predicament.

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Thank you to morphmasteroutkast for the long wait, I hope you like this story 😏.

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(Designed as a sequel to this: https://www.tumblr.com/octuscle/737080655685582848/so-this-one-black-guy-ive-been-working-out-with?source=share) So, ever since I became a big black roided out DILF, my life has never been better. A hot supportive boyfriend in Malcolm, all the strength I could ever want... It's great! However, recently, something strange happened recently. My pecs became super sensitive and even bigger than usual, and they started leaking the same chocolate milk that made me this way. Now, Malcolm's asking for a taste...

You look in the mirror, first in horror and then in excitement. On the one hand, you look like a bodybuilder… More like a heavyweight boxer. Or like a weightlifter. You shimmer like polished ebony. And cocoa-colored polish for this ebony drips from your nipples. You can't stop playing with your nipples. You have the feeling that your tits and your belly are literally bulging. Your cock is no longer flaccid. And your precum is dark brown too.

As you play with your nipples, you can see that Malcolm is watching you. His gaze is lustful. His hard monster cock is forming a considerable bulge in his shorts. That doesn't make it any easier for you. Malcolm is a young Nubian god. Thick, creamy drops fall from your nipples and your cock. Malcolm comes closer, rubs some of the drool off your chest with his index finger. And sucks it off his finger with relish. Then he grabs your pants, kneads your cock and pulls out his hand, smeared with brown slime.

He lets you lick the palm of his hand. You start milking your tits like an udder. And Malcom begins to suck greedily on your nipples. At the same time, he catches your precum and lets you lick his hand again and again. Both your cocks are as hard as steel. You start kissing passionately.

You don't feel how your stomach and chest become flatter and harder again. At the same time, Malcolm doesn't just lose definition. His magnificent curls are also disappearing. And while you get younger, Malcolm gains all the years you lose. Your roid guts rub against each other. The flow of precum and your muscle-boob milk begins to dry up. Malcolm greedily licks the remains of your sweaty torso. You used to be his DILF. Now you're the perfect couple!

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Overlap

This story was made based on a request from @themousefromfantasyland it's not exactly the same as what he asked for but if it weren't for him this story wouldn't exist.

Andrew Meyer was an unhappy eighteen yers old young man and even he couldn't say why. His mother believed that the reason was related to the early death of his father and the boy's refusal to accept any possible new father figure in his life to the point where his mother Amanda avoided any romantic relationship over the last ten years. Something that had changed recently, thus creating a friction that had never existed before between mother and son.

Amanda was a history teacher at the local high school, and the year before she ended up falling in love with an old friend the P.E. teacher Josiah Washington. Coach Washington was beloved among the students, even among those who were not adept at sports, something he did not believe in, believing that given the opportunity everyone could demonstrate some unexpected talent.

Under Josiah's command episodes of bullying by athletes completely stopped. The man was adored by almost everyone, and after much insistence along nine full years Amanda's enchantment with him ended up becoming true love, which was promptly responded to. But that story that had everything to work out ended up hitting a snag.

Not only was Andrew among the few who disliked Coach Washington, he also viewed the relationship as a personal affront. He had a deep and deep-rooted conviction that Josiah was just another jock, willing to humiliate him as had happened so many times in middle school, when he didn't have his mother to protect him. This thought was due to Josiah's insistence on making Andrew participate in the most different sports, something that the skinny nerd abhorred and believed was being done with the intention of ridiculing him. Because of this and his block in accepting anyone in his father's place, he decided to do everything he could to end that relationship.

Andrew was an intelligent boy, in fact he was in the Top 3 of his senior year class, being the president of the school's debate team, where he used his fierce tongue to eliminate all his enemies. He constantly competed for first place in his class with Cassie Jones, the president of the photography club, and Rajesh Patel, the president of the chess club. Andrew could be friends with both of them, but his own bitter nature prevented him from making any friends, with many of his colleagues fearing that they would be the next targets of the boy's venomous comments. These comments made many of the school's jocks clench their knuckles as he passed through the corridors. But Andrew, who already had the protection granted by his mother's presence in those same corridors, had received an unexpected reward from the relationship he so abhorred. Out of respect for the coach, all the athletes at the school treated him politely even though they were the boy's biggest target. The satisfaction of mocking the intelligence of one of those troglodytes and knowing that he wouldn't get revenge brought him immense satisfaction. What didn't give him the slightest satisfaction was the news he received from his mother at breakfast on a sunny autumn Tuesday.

"What do you mean by engagement?" The blond, skinny boy with glasses exclaimed indignantly upon hearing the news.

"I thought I wouldn't need to explain this to a grown man, as you make a point of defining yourself, Andrew."

"Don't act like a fool woman, you know what I'm talking about. Is that... man going to live with us?"

"First, have manners when talking to me, second that man is your teacher and for that alone you owe him respect and third but not least, yes the fact that he and I are engaged means that we will live together. But as I know the son I have we chose to wait for you to go to college next year. And that's the only concession you'll get." Amanda said with a firm voice, thus further souring her son's already normally taciturn mood. And it was with that bitter mood that he started his day, while just a few blocks away someone else's day was starting and very soon their path will cross and change his entire reality.

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Cassie Jones was a happy and vivacious girl, with a shrewd intelligence and a spirit focused on the arts. Despite being a real nerd she was very popular at school, always being in demand to take photos at the most different school events as well as to her colleagues' Instagram posts. Photography was in fact her great passion, so much so that she had a large collection of analogue cameras from the most different eras, and that was a very special day, as she would use for the first time the Laica Mini camera produced in the 80s and 90s that she had bought it from another photography enthusiast, a lovely lady called Cintia who owned an inn on the coast and said she had taken some of the best photos of her life with that (now) antique.

Although Andrew saw her as a rival, it was not reciprocated. Cassie was a pure soul, one of those who always looked for the good in people and situations, even those where it didn't seem to exist. And she was precisely that type of person who was given to customs such as painting, photography and... choosing to go to school walking through the city park looking for images that conveyed their inner world to the outside. That's why the thin blonde girl, with prescription glasses that, instead of making her face ugly, only increased the aura of innocence, stopped that autumn morning and observed nature and life around her, with the camera ready, waiting for the right moment to transpose the elements of both herself and the world around her into an image.

She didn't have to wait long because her attention was soon caught on an image that would easily convey that communion with the world and nature. A young man was running with a pair of dogs across the lawn, a Doberman and a beagle puppy. And Cassie took advantage of a moment when the owner was far away and the two dogs seemed to exchange thoughts to click.

Little did she know that that click would set in motion the chain of events that would end up profoundly modifying the reality of that would-be rival, for whom she had only a feeling of compassion, but which would soon become much more.

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Cassie, Andrew and Josiah's paths crossed that day during physical education class, where the beloved teacher greeted the students with a bright smile. Coach Washington was a huge black man, the type that can be intimidating at first glance. Although in his case it was enough to get past that first glance to realize that despite his impressive size, the most impressive thing was the man's kindness and dedication. For him there was no bad time or student who wasn't worth the effort.

But even he would have to admit that his future stepson was a tough cookie. While even Raj Patel had found a way to exercise, exchanging basketball passes with Samuel Miller, Andrew was sitting sullenly on the edge of the court giving withering looks of hatred to everyone present. With a resigned sigh Josiah approached the boy, but even before he could say something he was interrupted.

"Don't even try, there's nothing you can say that will force me to participate in this... class, especially today!"

And so Josiah discovered firsthand how the boy had received the news of his mother engagement with him.

"Andrew, I am still your teacher and this is still a mandatory subject, you must participate in it if you hope not to fail."

"Try to reproach me and I will accuse you."

"For what? Do my job?"

"I wil say to everyone you stare at me when you come to my house." Replied the poisonous boy.

"Andrew, that's absurd... it's untrue! I never did that and you know it!"

"But the others don't know, so why don't you leave me alone for the next few months and when I go to college we can get rid of each other?"

"Andrew, think about what you said, it's because of this type of behavior that people turn away from you."

"Great, that's exactly what I want."

"Andrew this isn't healthy, your mother worries about you, I worry about..."

"I don't want your concern, I didn't ask for your concern."

"I'm your teacher, it's natural for this type of worry arise."

"So why don't you do yourself a favor and use that worry on someone who cares? There's Cassie Jones doing nothing useful messing with one of her stupid cameras." Andrew replied, getting up and going in another direction.

Cassie was actually playing with her new camera. But it was untrue to say that she had not been participating in the class, on the contrary she had actively participated in the activities until that moment, but when she saw Raj and Sam, people from completely different worlds sitting together and sharing a lively conversation in the middle of a break that artistic feeling that guided her took over and she couldn't help but take a photo of the two boys.

"Cassandra Jones, put away that camera immediately if you have the desire to keep it." Scolded Mr. Washington in a much harsher manner than his usual behavior.

"Sorry Mr. Washington." Said the girl with tearful eyes.

"Cassie, I admire your talent, but there is a place and time for everything. So, please put the camera away and don't let me see you doing that again." Josiah continued in a much more pleasant way.

"Yes, Coach." She replied, quickly putting away the camera and returning to class.

Later that day she was in the photography club's dark room looking at the photos she had taken, there were Raj and Sam, some landscapes of the park and... a photo of the park in which two doberman dogs appeared playing. 

Weird, she could have sworn there was only one doberman that morning. Even stranger was the fact that the photo of the doberman and the beagle didn't seem to be anywhere. She found herself wondering if it was possible she had gotten so confused. Leaving the photos separated on a table, she left the room to go home without noticing that a change began in another one.

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"Are you sure you don't want to come in."

"Sorry Mandy, but I'd rather not go in."

"Would you rather? Really?"

"No, of course not, I would love to go up to your room right now but..."

"Andrew? What has my son done now?"

The sunny afternoon had given way to a windy night that brought with it the omens of the winter to come. Josiah and Amanda had taken advantage of the cool wind for a dinner for two at Chateau de Fondue followed by a walk to the house she shared with her son and would soon share with him. Josiah had avoided bringing Andrew's name to the stall, but at that moment it became inevitable.

"Mandy, it doesn't matter, it's just that he can't stand me and I don't want to fuel his dislike any further."

"Josiah Washington, what has my son done? Answers me now." Amanda said, making him suddenly remember the affronting blond boy whose mother she was.

"He threatened to make things up about me, but I seriously doubt he would be able to..."

"You don't know him like I do. Something broke in that boy Josiah and no one knows how to fix it, not him, not me and no professional I've turned to since he was eight years old and saw his father die."

"It couldn't have been easy, being stuck in the wreckage of a car with his father dead next to him..."

"It wasn't easy, for months he woke up screaming desperately during the night, I had to let him sleep in my bed for a long time, I lost count of the times I woke up with my bedclothes soaked in his urine. But none of that give him the right to threaten you."

"I've been trying to protect him, you know, and the other students resent it, the conversations go on... now you and I are engaged, until someone accuses me of favoring him..."

"Favor him? In what way?"

"He would have failed physical education last year if I hadn't intervened and this year it's worse."

"Josiah Washington, you don't protect my son by doing this, on the contrary, it feeds the dark being inside him. Tomorrow you won't treat him any different than any other student, promise me and keep your promise, because I'll find a way to find out if you don't keep it."

"Okay, I promise, no more favors. But I want something in return..." He replied with a playful smile.

" And what would it be?" She replied, also smiling as he approached and kissed her passionately.

…..

Cassie walked through the park again the next morning, with her camera ready in case inspiration struck. And that's when she saw the young man from the day before playing with two doberman dogs, with no beagle in sight. 

Had she really been so wrong? Maybe he just hadn't brought the beagle that day. Building up courage she called out to the man.

"Sir, sir... are these your dogs?"

"Yes, any problem?"

"No, no, I'm sorry but yesterday I took a photo of them without your permission and I would like to ask you if you don't mind."

"As long as I'm not in the photo..."

"No, no, just your dogs."

"Then fine."

"Didn't you bring the beagle today?"

"Beagle? What beagle? I'd like to have one, I think they're really cute, but I only have these two demons here!" He replied in a happy voice while playing with the dogs and leaving Cassie even more confused.

….

Unlike Cassie's morning, Andrew's had not started in a confusing way, as his mother had been very clear with him about his attitudes and the threat of slander from him. The atmosphere in the house, which was no longer good, had turned sour once and for all. Trying to control the waves of fury that overwhelmed him he trotted down the school hallway without even noticing the people he bumped into until he came face to face with a real concrete wall: Mark Sheppard, one of the school's athletes, member of several sports teams and in Andrew's opinion a major idiot.

"Could you get out of the way instead of standing there like an idiot?" Asked Andrew to the boy three times his size, making the other turn in the direction. Mark could be described as a version of Andrew himself on steroids, he was blonde, tall, muscular and...

"What are those glasses for Sheppard? You know that intelligence doesn't come with them, right?" The thiner boy mocked with his usual bitterness when he saw his colleague's new acquisition. Who in turn just looked at the inches below that separated the two.

"I wouldn't worry so much about my intelligence if I were you, Andy, but rather about what I can do with you on the court."

"Only in your dreams that I'm going to enter a court with you, you ogre."

"Ah, but you will. I heard your mother asking Coach Washington to get you to play and she even asked me to let her know if he doesn't do it." The bigger boy replied with a wide smile as he passed by his classmate. "See you later Andy. Get ready to get everything you deserve."

…..

Physical education was the last period before lunch. What a torturous morning waiting for an even greater torture thought Andrew. Maybe the morning wouldn't have been so bad despite the terrible future outlook if he hadn't been forced to partner with the unbearably cheerful and good Samaritan Cassie Jones. How that child's doll could be competing with him for first place in the class eluded him. The worst of all is that she seemed immune to his mean remarks, always treating him kindly and looking at him with a strange look that he didn't know how to decipher.

"No, no, no, you're completely wrong and they still think you're intelligent, what a joke, just because you walk up and down with that camera pretending to be an artist..." He shouted at her just before that class morning ended and for the first time it brought tears to his colleague's eyes, which gave him a dark satisfaction.

After the end of the class they both went to the school gym without exchanging a single word as apparently even Cassie's enormous compassion had reached a point of exhaustion. At the moment Andrew aggressively entered the men's locker room two Indian boys tall, strong and extremely similar, already completely uniformed came out.

"Arrogant asshole..." One of the two grumbled while the other turned to a surprised Cassie who didn't remember either of them.

"I hope you're the valedictorian and not him Cassie, my grades are good but they're not even close to yours."

"Rajesh...?" She asked in disbelief.

"Raj, only our mother calls me by my full name, right Sam?"

"At least you don't have to tell everyone that Sam isn't for Samuel's but Samarth's, brother."

"Sam...?"

"Hi Cassie, if you don't mind we're in a bit of a rush for practice, we'll talk later. But I agree with everything my brother told you." Replied the boy she swore she had never seen in her life as she accompanied a Raj very different from the one she remembered. What was going on there? At that moment, a tall black young man left the locker room and she took the opportunity to try to clarify that.

"Jayden who's that new boy with Raj?"

"Who? I just see Sam there with him."

"This one..."

"Are you kidding me Cassie, that's Sam Patel, Raj's twin brother, you've been colleagues for almost four years."

"No, there's only one Sam in our class, Samuel Miller, a blond boy..."

"What are you talking about? There's only Sam Patel in our class, no Samuel. Are you feeling well Cassie? Do you want me to walk you to the infirmary?"

"No, it's okay...but I...I think I'll do it anyway, thanks Jayden." She replied, leaving the somewhat frightened boy behind. What was going on there? First the beagle that disappeared and now that... the beagle... the dobermans... Sam Miller... Sam and Raj Patel... no... it wasn't possible... or was it? She thought, running frantically to the photography room, spreading the photos on the table and not finding the photo she had taken yesterday of the Sam and Raj that she remembered, but instead a photo of the smiling and athletic Patel twins.

That P.E. class was proving to be the greatest horror of Andrew's school life, all the idiotic troglodytes who had previously been prevented from touching him were taking the opportunity to bump, trip and poke him in every possible way, not to mention the humiliation of rehearsed passes done solely with the intention of making him look like an idiot. And that asshole Washington letting that happen, Andrew was sure that no matter how much the man scolded the other students for those attitudes inside he must have been rejoicing in it all, after all it was all planned by him, and innocent Andrew had let himself fall for the trap. But it wouldn't stay like that, no, no... he would... Andrew didn't have time to finish the thought as Mark Sheppard bumped into him and threw him in the middle of the court fuming with anger, humiliation and pain.

"Here, Andrew let me help you up." Said Jayden Williams extending his hand.

"Take your dirty hands off me. I don't need help from people like you." Andrew replied, making his classmate appalled and angry at the same time.

"You little shit, how dare you!" Said Mark Shepherd.

"What's going on here, kids?" Coach Washington asked, approaching quickly.

"That piece of shit said a lot of racist shit to Jayden." Replied an irritated Raj Patel who was close to the two.

"No, it's not true... I didn't... that's not what..."

"Yes it was, you fucking liar, we heard everything." Retorted Sam Patel.

"Andrew, locker room now."

"But, but..."

"No discussion, locker room. And you guys back to the game, I'll sort it out."

....

"Cintia Cozy Cabin, Cintia speaking, how can I help you? Oh, Cassie, what an unexpected surprise, I hope the camera arrived safely at your house.

Yes, yes... oh my God I must have made a mistake and sent you one of my special projects... I told you that I made magical photos in my time, I wasn’t lying. No, dear, unfortunately it's irreversible, I'm sorry, but the colleagues you knew no longer exist, this is the version of them that exists now, which in fact has always existed.

What the camera does is project the essence of one being onto another, sometimes creating an overlap like what happened with the dogs and sometimes an interposition like what happened with your colleagues. This occurred randomly because you I had no intention when taking the photos, the camera works either way, but when there is intention on the part of the operator the results are usually less unpredictable, although when talking about magic there is always an unpredictability factor to take into account. And that is precisely why I need you to send the camera back to me, it's a very dangerous thing to have, it's a project I've used very few times and you can imagine why.

Thank you dear. I will send you the correct camera today and I'm really sorry for the inconvenience, but I must say that you are responding very well."

...

Cassie wasn't responding well. That was madness, a daydream of a lady isolated on a beach all year round. It couldn't be real, yet the Patel twins were there to prove it. Just thinking about the way things must have had to adjust to accommodate those changes almost took her out of reality while she wandered aimlessly, with the camera hanging in tow as she returned to the school gym, now almost empty, if it weren't for the pair arguing in the hallway in front. And the matter seemed very serious. Taking care not to be seen, she watched the discussion unfold.

"I didn't speak with that intention!"

"After what you told me yesterday how do you expect me to believe you?"

"I don't care if you believe me or not."

"Well, you should care, because it's up to me whether you get a suspension or something worse."

"Look, when I talked about people like Jayden, I wasn't talking about his color... I was talking about his way of being... of being someone, just like you..."

"You do realize that saying that to a black man doesn't help your case at all, don't you?"

"You understood what I meant... I'm talking about you athletes, the owners of the party... the jocks, who walk around the school as if they owned it, who think they're better than the others, a gift of God for humanity."

"Funny, I've heard that description applied to you a few times, ironic don't you think?"

"No, I don't think so. You don't know me!"

"No, I don't, but does anyone? You're a closed book with the pages glued. Not even your mother knows you, Andrew, but I'm willing to get to know you if you give me a chance."

"I'll pass, zero interest."

"I want you to understand that I don't want to replace your father, his place will always be his with you and your mother."

"Don't talk about my father."

"Andrew, I'm trying. Look kid, I've also had losses … I… I can't have biological children."

"It's your problem, I am not and will never be your son. Now leave me alone!" The boy replied, ready to leave.

And at that moment, the kind and carefull Cassie made an impulsive decision. When she saw the suffering in her favorite teacher's eyes, she raised the camera and took a photo of the two of them thinking about how things would be better if Andrew was actually Josiah's son. Almost instantly she regretted what she had done, running back towards the photography room. Leaving behind two people whose lives would be irreparably changed.

In a hurry she prepared the solution and entered the dark room. Her heart pounding as she thought about what she had done and the countless possibilities of disaster. Cintia had said that the intention was the main thing and her intention had been clear, but there was so much that could go wrong. What if Mr. Washington ended up like an older version of Andrew, unhappy and bitter? She would never forgive herself for doing that to a good man. Or even worse, Andrew's biological father was dead and if by wishing Josiah was his father she ended up making her teacher dead?

Uncharacteristically bad thoughts overwhelmed her as she worked on the photo. With her heart still racing and her hands shaking, she took the final product and stared at it for long minutes. The photograph taken in a hurry and from a bad angle was far from her usual work, but it still showed what she remembered. Mr. Washington in all his poise having a serious conversation with his future stepson, a defiant Andrew Meyer. She was already letting out a sigh of relief when she noticed something.

"Where were Andrew's glasses?"

Meanwhile, in the school cafeteria, the boy's transformation began to unfold.

…..

Andrew was about to leave Josiah talking to himself when he was hit by a flash of light followed by a wave of dizziness that almost knocked him over.

"Andrew, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Are you done? I need lunch."

"Okay, but think about what I told you."

"Yeah, sure. Count on it." The boy concluded by withdrawing and rubbing his eyes with the strange sensation that there was something missing there. At the same time, his stomach growled with an unusual intensity, making him not even change his physical uniform before running to the cafeteria for lunch.

Andrew headed to his usual isolated spot and with his thoughts stuck on what had happened in class he began to eat without even seeing what he was putting in his mouth. That time he had gone too far and he knew it, but he also knew that he hadn't lied, his problem with Jayden and Josiah had nothing to do with the color of their skin and everything to do with the way they both were. He hated the jocks, they made his life a real hell before he moved to his current school. But it wasn't any of the jocks at that school who had done those horrible things to him, a little unknown voice said in the back of his mind. Yes, but only because they didn't have the opportunity, today's class proved that. But they didn't get the opportunity because Josiah asked them to stop their behavior, a point in Josiah's favor. He probably prohibited their barbaric behavior thinking about his image, certainly if it weren't for that Mark would have already ended Andrew's life. But at least Josiah did something about it differently than middle school teachers. Plus Jayden could have been offering real help and trying to be a good person and now he would be thinking Andrew was a racist. Not that he normally cared what his colleagues thought of him. But that was different, Andrew knew he was difficult, he knew people didn't like him, that he was bitter and... unhappy. He knew that very well. But he also knew that there were certain things he was not and being racist was one of those things. And knowing this he made an unprecedented decision in his life, he decided to apologize.

Standing up and gaining the courage to go ahead with that decision, he didn't even notice that he was wearing something completely different from the training clothes he wore when he sat down and also from the one he usually wore.

Walking somewhat clumsily as if he didn't really know how to do it, he approached the jocks' table and positioned himself in front of Jayden, releasing everything at once.

"Hey Jayden...um...I'd like to apologize for today...I know what I said sounded like...and I want you to know that it's nothing like that...and well... . I'm really... sorry... I'm really... sorry... and I hope you can... you can forgive me." He concluded, still not completely believing in what he was doing. The boys at the table also didn't seem to believe what they were hearing, it was something unprecedented in their school life for Andrew to admit he was wrong and apologize. So much so that everyone stared at him open-mouthed. The first to recover was Mark, who quickly stood up and positioned himself in front of Andrew with his fist raised. Interestingly, the two were now the same height, something they both didn't seem to notice.

"I don't know what kind of game you're playing Andy, but if you say that kind of shit again to Jay, I'm going to wipe out your ass and you won't have a mother or a coach to protect you, because I won't mind being suspended if it guarantees teaching you a lesson!"

Hearing that kind of threat made Andrew quickly return to his usual behavior.

"Now you've left me very worried Sheppard, I would be even more worried if you had the slightest bit of intelligence to be able to fulfill what you promise. And even in the remote possibility that you achieve something, I will find a way to put an end to your athletic aspirations, a proven assault charge against a classmate is not going to look good on your academic records."

"Listen here, you little shit..." Mark replied angrily, ready to attack Andrew.

"Guys! What's going on here?" Josiah Washington asked entering the cafeteria in that moment.

When Andrew looked at him, he felt a flash hit his retina and was then struck by a sensation of vertigo. Taking enough time to recover as Mark accused him.

"Andrew came here to talk shit again, coach."

"Hey, that's not true, I came to apologize to Jay about this morning and Sheppard started with his usual fragile masculinity show." He accused Andrew as he tried to remember when he was close enough to Jayden to call him by his nickname.

"Who's fragile, scarecrow?"

"Mark, that's enough! Jayden, what happened?"

"Andy told the truth, coach. He came here to apologize and by the way, I forgive you Andy, it was just a misunderstanding." Jayden replied, always fair, but still being fair he continued.

"But as always he and Mark couldn't bear to be together for even a minute and ended up exchanging threats." The boy finished, making the two colleagues forget for a second their mutual hatred and look at him with the looks they used to give each other.

"Guys, you are colleagues, and besides, teammates..."

"Ha, we can play together but we're not on the same team, or at the same level, don't compare chicken legs with me, coach."

"Mark, Andy runs a lot more than you." Jayden commented, making his friend look irritated at him.

"Why all the defense with him now? When has he ever been nice to anyone? You know we only put up with him because he's Coach Washington's stepson!"

"Mark, that's enough!" scolded an irritated Mr. Washington. While a very offended Andrew stared at his stepfather with angry eyes before turning and leaving the room.

"Thanks, guys! You helped a lot, really." He said to the embarrassed students.

"Sorry coach, I exaggerated..."

"Yes, and because of that it’s bench time to you this afternoon. I think it's time we give Andrew the chance to be the starter."

"But coach..." Mike started to complain, falling silent at a stern look from Josiah.

"That is, if I can convince him to show up." Josiah concluded thoughtfully.

….

Andrew walked aimlessly through the school corridors, until he found an empty bathroom where he sat on the toilet and cried, something he hadn't done in a long time. He knew he was a difficult person, but he was trying. His relationship with his stepfather was never easy, but they had reached a mutual tolerance agreement in recent months, shortly after Andrew's mother's marriage to Josiah. In fact, the relationship, which was not exactly cordial, had evolved to the point where Andrew allowed himself to be convinced by his stepfather to participate in the school teams that last year. Not that he did much more than warm the bench. But just participating in something with his colleagues would help a lot with his behavior. He discovered that he could talk to the Patel brothers about common interests and Jayden seemed to be sincere in the way he treated him, Mark of course continued to be the same irritating idiot he always was and now it was clear why, he was the only one who didn't fake cordiality.

That was what he got for trying. Annoyed, he dried his tears and washed his face in the bathroom sink and then stared at his own reflection. Wavy brown hair and gray eyes, still red from crying.

It was then that he made a decision, he would go to Josiah's office and say that he was going to leave all the teams and let his stepfather deal with it.

.....

Cassie was panicking, the photo she took had undergone another change, she tried to contact Cintia again, but when she called the inn she was informed that the owner had left and would only return in mid-afternoon. Not knowing what else to do, she stared at the photo waiting for the next change, thinking about what other changes were happening without her even having any idea.

....

"Come in, the door is open. Hey, Andy, I was just going to look for you, please sit down." Josiah said to his stepson who entered the room with his head down, without looking at his stepfather, as he gathered the courage to say what he had come to say.

"Look, I know how it felt when Mark told you that. But I hope you understand that I only asked them to go easy on you because I know how much you suffered from kids like them at your old school. And Mark... Well Mark can be a bit of an ass sometimes, but that's between us." Josiah concludes with a knowing smile that was not reciprocated because Andrew didn't even look up at him.

"I want to quit training." He said without looking at Josiah.

"Why? You're doing well, I thought you liked it. Raj and Sam seem to get along with you and Jayden would be a great friend if you give him a chance."

"They only talk to me because of you and I don't want to depend on you for anything."

"That's not true Andy, I don't have that power over them, I can only ask them to treat you with respect, the rest is up to you and it seems like you've been doing well, despite some slip-ups like this morning."

"I already apologized, it was just a misunderstanding." Andrew replied, looking for the first time at his stepfather, only to be hit by a flash of light followed by a sensation of vertigo.

"Of course it was a misunderstanding Drew, no one with the slightest intelligence would ever think that a racist speech would come out of your mouth."

"You said it well, coach. No one with the slightest bit of intelligence, but Mark Shepperd doesn't reach the bare minimum." Drew replied.

"Andrew, your feud with Mark has to end, it's disturbing the whole team." Josiah replied in turn causing Drew's face to droop.

"Don't look at me like that, you remind me of your mother when she's mad at me."

"Funny, most people say I remind them of my dad." Replied the dark-skinned athletic young man, with curly hair and dark eyes, already fully dressed for basketball practice that afternoon.

"Well, I didn't know your father other than through photos, but I'd say you're a good mix of the two. But that strong genius certainly comes from your mother." Married to Amanda for seven years and with a cordial relationship with his stepson, Josiah felt secure to make that type of comment.

"Now, one thing I can say about Mark, his behavior today guaranteed you a good opportunity. You start training today as a starter and if you do a good job no one will be able to accuse me of giving preference to my stepson. I suggest that you take the chance."

"Thank you, coach."

"Thank me by doing a good job on the court, son." Josiah replied without thinking making Drew retreat into the armchair. Because despite the stable and respectful relationship between them the stepson made a point of making it clear that this was a limit that he would not let his stepfather cross.

"Sorry Drew, I said it automatically, go warm up with your teammates and I'll be there soon." Josiah said quickly to avoid a conflict knowing that although he saw Andrew as a son the feeling was not reciprocated.

……

Cassie's desperation upon seeing the new change in the photo reached alarming levels to the point that she was forced to leave the refuge of the photography room just to feel like she was doing something. The photo now showed an unchanged Mr. Washington talking to a clearly mixed-race Andrew with a much more athletic physique. She couldn't even imagine how reality was realigning itself to justify that or what it would be like to have to interact with this new Andrew.

It didn't take her long to find out because unconsciously her legs took her to Coach Washington's office where she came face to face with the new Andrew leaving the place, with a slightly disturbed face, but which soon lit up with a smile that she never imagined possible.

"Hey, Cass! I thought we were going to have lunch together today? I was worried when you didn't show up, I sent you a bunch of messages. Look, if it was because of that argument I'm sorry, but it's just that it's hard for me to be your partner, you are a genius."

"Andrew... I..."

"Since when do you call me by my full name? You must be really annoyed with me."

"Uh..."

"Cassie, are you okay? Do you mind if we talk to the gym? Coach made me the starter today and I don't want to be late."

"Hum, of course..." She said, still disturbed by that new much more open and talkative version of Andrew.

"Cass, we've been friends for years, you know what an idiot I can be sometimes. But you have complete freedom to tell me exactly this: Drew, you're being a complete idiot."

"OK."

"Are you sure everything is okay? I can take you to the infirmary even if I end up being late for training." Hearing that was what got her for good. The Andrew she knew would never put anyone else before his interests. So maybe, just maybe she would have done something good with that reckless decision of hers."

"Cassandra Jones, it's decided we're going to the infirmary!" He said with her lack of response, making her quickly intervene.

"No. I'm fine, really...Drew."

"I'm not so sure, but if you say so... the truth is that I really didn't want to miss this opportunity... but if you need me, I'll come with you."

"No Drew, go play. In fact, I'll even watch!"

"Serious?"

"Serious!"

"Then I'll make a point just for you!" He replied with a big smile that had certainly never been seen on the old Andrew's face. As the two arrived at the gym and he said goodbye to her, he headed towards the court where he quickly got busy greeting his teammates with high fives and even some hugs. Leaving a still stunned Cassie to look for a seat in the stands. And she was still amazed as he played with a previously unknown skill and when he finally scored his first point it was in her direction that he looked with that beautiful smile on his face.

At the end of the training Cassie returned to the photography room while trying again to talk to Cintia, although now she thought she could have actually done a good thin even though she still didn't know for sure how to deal with that new Andrew. He and his teammates headed to the locker room where the atmosphere of camaraderie and fun prevailed. Even for someone naturally more withdrawn like him there was room for jokes and laughter, especially with the twins Patel and Jayden, with whom he had created a good friendship, even if to do so he had to endure the unbearable...

"Hey Andy, good game, but very inferior to the king's game."

"What king is that? Because it's definitely not you!" Andrew said as he took off his sweat-soaked training shirt and sat down on a bench.

"Your envy doesn't hit me, asshole." Mark replied, flexing his muscles.

"Envy? Of what? Of looking like an anemic vampire with glasses?"

"This will be the third time that I will need to intervene in an argument involving you two today, will I have to suspend you both?" Coach Washington asked, entering the locker room and causing the two young men to quickly look in his direction. And with that Drew was hit by a flash of light and a feeling of vertigo. While he recovered, Mark responded to the coach.

"Nah, coach. We're good, aren't we, Dre?" He said.

"Sure, we are good, coach. Even more so because blondie here just admitted my superiority on the court."

"You piece of shit, I'm going to..." Mark began to threaten, being interrupted by a stern look from the coach while Andre burst into laughter, making his huge muscles shake while sweat dripped down the ebony skin of his developed pecs and ripped six pack.

"Enough of that, you two, and all of you, I want this locker room to shine like a jewel. If I come back here and find this disgusting mess I'm going to have you clean the floor and walls with a toothbrush. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Coach." They all responded in unison.

"Good." He said before speaking to his stepson in a lower voice. "Dre, when you're done here come by my office, please"

"Yes, Coach." The boy replied, still wiping away tears from his bout of laughter.

....

In the photography room, Cassie had her cell phone in hand, trying to contact Cintia again while she looked at the latest version of the photograph showing a young muscular black man who looked very similar to Mr. Washington in the place where Andrew had been. Surely now it would all be over and she would have to live with that new reality. And deep down she would have to admit that it wasn't that bad, Drew seemed like a really nice guy and who knows, a real friendship could blossom between them...

"Cintia Cozy Cabin, Cintia talking..."

....

Andre took a long shower thinking about what the coach would have to say to him, probably a reprimand for his arguments with Mark, but he should have known better. That was just jokes between the two long-time frenemies. Neither of them had ever come to blows. Or maybe it was about the position of captain of the basketball team, the season was about to start and they didn't officially have anyone yet. Jayden who got along with everyone and was great at motivating others would be the most obvious option, but he had difficulty giving constructive criticism whereas Andre, well, Andre could even be overly critical. Perhaps the conversation was precisely to tell him that. And with that thought, his normally quite cheerful and expansive mood turned sour. After getting dressed he headed to the coach's office.

"Mr. Washington is Dre." He said after knocking on the door a few times. At home he called his stepfather Uncle Josiah. He was married with Andre's mother since the boy was 4 years old, but even before that they know each other as Josiah had been a long-time friend of Andre's father and had been at his mother side throughout her grieving process, when she was left alone with a one-year-old baby to care for. Andre had been in the same car accident as his father but had no memory of what happened, something he was grateful for.

"Come in Dre, I'm in the bathroom finishing changing, you can sit down and I'll be right there."

"Thank you, coach. Can I ask you the reason for this talk?" Asked the young man with anxiety permeating his voice and face.

"It's about the team captain position, Dre. I know you don't like hearing this but you're the son I never had. And for a lot of people, even at this school, it's like you actually are, which raises discussions about me favoring you, which is complete nonsense, because you wouldn't be in the position you are in if you didn't have talent, and anyone who says otherwise should come and do it to my face." Josiah said, leaving the bathroom and passing behind Andre as he walked towards his desk.

"Still, our relationship is something that must be taken into consideration in my choice and after much consideration I want to tell you that I chose Jayden..." Josiah began to say as he finally sat down and looked into his stepson dark and at that moment sad eyes at the exact moment those eyes were struck by a last flash of light, before he concluded. "...and you to be co-captains of the team. Your firm attitude and accurate criticism earned you the position, and I trust that you will be able to keep your strong temper under control, even in the presence of Mark Sheppard. Congratulations, son."

"Thanks, dad. You won't regret it." Andre replied with a big smile, knowing that in that moment father and son could treat each other like that. And there was no way not to realize that the two were father and son, as they shared the same build, the same facial expressions, the same smile and even the same haircut after Dre decided to shave his hair. Poor Amanda, who had to hear constant jokes about having given birth to a copy of her husband.

"You deserved this position, son. Every day that passes you make me prouder to be your father."

"Thank you dad, I'm also very proud to be your son, there is no better father than you."

"You only say that because you just won what you wanted, let's see if you'll say the same when I pull your ear for arguing with Mark in the middle of a game." Joked Josiah with smart smile.

"Let me deal with Mark, you know very well that I love the guy and he loves me, we are long time friends, but some friction is inevitable when you have two people like us on the same team. Although I promise to control myself. "

"Good. Now how about a game with your old man in the city park? I know you must be tired, but I'm dying to put my captain to the test."

"Sure, I just need a few minutes to tell someone the news."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

"I meet you there." Andre said, getting up before turning back to his father to say something that was stuck inside him. "And dad, I know I don't say this very often, but I love you." He said before leaving the room and Josiah Washington with the biggest smile in the world just before tears started rolling down his face.

"... what's done is done Cassie. You should have listened to me and that's why I ask you to give me back the camera as soon as possible. But the damage could be worse. Apparently you did that boy a lot of good , yet your choice can bring unexpected consequences. Are you sure the photo has stabilized? Oh, is it changing again? Totally different from the previous one? Great, it means there will be no more changes. I'll turn it off my dear, send me the camera today if possible. Good afternoon."

Cassie heard Cintia hang up the phone as she stared at the photograph, certain that this was by far the strangest thing to happen in her life. And she wasn't completely wrong, since the strangest thing in her life was about to happen but still linked to that photography. As she was getting ready to go to the post office to send the camera to Cintia someone knocked on the door.

"Hey Cassie, it's Andre, can I come in?" Andrew? Cassie thought, could even the name...?"

"You can come in," she replied with a trembling voice, seeing the muscular almost 6'7" tall young man enter the room making her legs feel so wobbly she had to sit on a bench in front of one of the cabinets full of photo albums.

"I won it Cass! I'm the new captain of the basketball team." He said, approaching her. "Okay, I'll share the position with Jay, but that's fine, he deserves it too. What's that in your hand?" He asked, looking at the photograph in her hand as he sat next to her, who found herself at that moment invaded by his perfume and a feeling of intense heat.

"It's... a photo... of you and your father... I was going to give it to you as a gift." She said handing the photo into his gigantic hand. Who in turn admired the image of him and his father both in uniform, hugging each other after class. 

With teary eyes he looked at her, and she felt her knees weaken with the intensity of that look.

"Thank you Cass, I don't know what I would do without you, you are my best friend, my support in difficult times and a great first place for my second place in the class. I don't even know how to thank you other than like this." He said kissing her who found herself reciprocating with unexpected enthusiasm.

"Wow." Dre said catching his breath.

"Wow." Cassie agreed, realizing firsthand the unexpected effects of playing with reality.

"Cass, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this, but right now I need to go, my dad is waiting for me. Don't you want to come along?"

"I'm sorry An...Dre. I need to do something urgently."

"So meet us at the park later, we'll be at the basketball court. Can I take the photo?"

"Of course it's yours, I'll see you later."

"Promise is debt!" He said before giving her another stunning kiss and leaving the room and her, completely stunned.

….

That late afternoon Cassie was walking through the park where the most magical and absurd situation of her life had begun. She had just sent the camera back to Cintia but the effects caused by it would remain forever. She didn't know what had happened to Raj and Sam's parents, as she didn't know either of them very well before the change happened, but she tried not to blame herself for whatever had happened as she had no way of knowing at the time what she was doing.

Although there was a situation that she knew very well what she was doing, a situation that messed up her entire life, but that she was trying hard to believe was for the best. That overlap practically obliterated the old Andrew and that was her conscious decision, impulsive yes, but deliberate and no matter how bitter the boy had been she didn't have that right, at least Andre seemed to be a wonderful person and was really a good kisser... and there was still the fact that Mr. Washington had the son he always wanted, a son that every father would be proud to have. That alone made her remorse almost disappear.

As she approached the basketball court, Andre waved to her with that fantastic smile on his face and then signaled for her to take a new photo of him and his father. Unable to avoid being infected by his joy, she also opened a smile and with a camera no more magical than usual, she recorded that moment. Knowing that if placed on a scale for good or evil, regardless of the result she was responsible.

Anyone who looked at that image could tell which way the scales tipped.

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Shuttle India

A spoof of Hotel Korea -Another sensational work by the incomparable @dumb-and-jocked

Abhishek Khullar gripped his cup of masala chai anxiously, mentally preparing himself for the long day ahead of him. He’d been pacing almost the entire night, clad only in a pair of sweatpants that should’ve been washed a week ago. Of course, there was a reason as to why he was wearing them, but Abhishek still felt like he needed to shower due to the grungy atmosphere they emitted. However, his first priority was going to be settling his bubbling nerves.

It was the opening day of his new taxi service, Shuttle India, and in less than an hour the call line would be open. Abhishek had barely had the money to start the business, but he’d luckily stored up enough to purchase an adequate car and a few of the other basic materials. He unfortunately drained all of his inheritance money and acquired a hefty loan, but Abhishek knew he’d be a millionaire by the end of the month. Although he was the only driver today, he knew they’re could be as many as 50 in a week. All he had to do was get a single client and he’d be off to the races.

Deciding he might as well get ready, Abhishek changed into a newer-looking button-up and some tight fitting dress pants that he accentuated his muscular lower body. He carefully removed a small sheet of clear plastic that had been cupping his large pouch, folding it delicately before placing it in a pocket. Abhishek took a deep breath as he grabbed the last of his things, filled with tense excitement.

— —

Zachary Meyers couldn’t believe his luck when his university had selected him for the international exchange program. Years of overachieving had finally led up to a massive scholarship sending him overseas, with the only catch being he wouldn’t know where. It was a new thing his college was trying, promoting studying abroad by offering one lucky student a full semester for free in another country. The success was instant, with a plethora of students signing up immediately, but luckily Zachary was offered the opportunity.

Although he was elated at first, Zachary wasn’t exactly surprised; he’d earned his way to the top. A list of activities under his belt, maintaining stunning grades in advanced classes, and sucking up to professors left and right had led him to this very moment. He entered the airport terminal, anticipating something grand to meet him after the first few steps. Instead, he was greeted with a destination he truly didn’t expect.

“Amritstar?” he questioned as he was ushered through the final checkpoint. He only knew where that was thanks to his required cultural diversity course from freshman year.

“Yes?” the stewardess replied, not understanding his situation. “Is this not your flight, sir?”

“Oh, sorry, no it is.” Zachary gave a confirming smile as he passed through. It took him a few minutes to adjust himself in his window seat, and a few more until the plane was actually lifting off. As it turned out, the flight was much longer than he had prepared for, as he had been expecting somewhere in Europe. India was near the bottom of Zachary’s list, not even considering it as a possibility. When he finally landed and started shuffling, his whole mind felt like mush. The fact the sun was still up after so many hours made his eyes swirl.

“Zacharry Meyerz?” A sharp voice caught Zachary’s ear as he turned around, confused as to who was beckoning him. In the parking lot sat a rather attractive Indian man waiting patiently on the driver seat. Based off of what Zachary could see, the man was obviously athletic, but the man could’ve been a model too. Zachary was straight--as multiple women at his university would verify--but he could tell if a man was handsome or not. The answer was fairly obvious with the man’s furrowing brow, sleek jawline, and perfectly manicured stubble.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

With the sudden change of environment, Zachary had forgotten he’d called a taxi service to grab him after he’d land. Although he had plenty of money to spend, he decided to take a cheaper mode of transportation. Zachary came from a fairly privileged background, which was displayed by his designer button-up and striped pants, but he thought it might be best to cut back in some areas to truly enjoy others. He gazed tiredly at the driver and the automobile; Zachary was fairly confident in his choice.

“I’ll put yourr ztuff een de boot and backzeat, you can take ay zeat up frront.”

It was hard for Zachary to understand the man’s heavy accent, so he just followed the man’s gestures around the car. After Zachary had given the location and settled himself in, the two left the parking lot and headed off to the mystery university.

Zachary didn’t have anything to do besides let his eyes wander over the landscape as they drove. Tall buildings and crowded streets created a heavy, humid atmosphere that was barely masked by the car's air conditioning. It wasn’t long before they exited the main area of the city and started towards the suburban shacks.

“Zo,” the driver, who Zachary learned was called Abhi, started. “Vat brrings you to lov-ily Indiuh?”

“University studies,” Zachary replied shortly. He brought his attention to the car rather than the conversation, hoping to make it obvious that he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

“Ah,” Abhi replied, not receiving the message. “I azzume you’rre fairrly vealdy?”

“Wealthy?” Zachary passive-aggressively corrected. “I guess you could say so.”

Zachary watched a menacing grin momentarily flash across Abhi’s face. Zachary readjusted himself uncomfortably in his seat, moving his toned body closer to the door. In high school, he’d been a fairly good swimmer and, at 5’9, an avid runner too. He had decided not to pursue the sports in college, but he’d still kept his lean figure by simple jogs.

“Is it alright if we turn up the air a little more?”

“Zurre,” Abhi purred, pushing the air conditioning up a few notches. The increased force made a little noise as the wind came out faster, rattling the small plastic sheet covering the filters. Now noticing the strange layer, Zachary examined the pieces quietly, running his fingers along the small flaps as they carried with the breeze.

“You like dat?” Abhi said. “Id iz new zented airr frreznerr. Only available in Indiuh.”

“Oh… what’s the scent?”

“An old Indiuhn zpice; you’ll prrobablee rrecognize id.”

Zachary was curious at first, but then the scent hit him like a truck. It was overwhelmingly musky, flavored with odorous testosterone as it filled the small space. Zachary felt like he was gonna puke from the intense scent, but he didn’t want to seem disrespectful. If it was in fact a traditional spice, he didn’t want to accidentally offend Abhi. Instead, he decided to take short breaths and let the ballsweat-like smell sink into his system. It was so intense it felt like he was no longer able to think straight.

“Do you like id?” Abhi asked too innocently, as if he was pulling some kind of prank and was barely holding himself back from bursting into laughter.

“Yes, it’s just a little strong.”

“Dat meanz id iz vorking!”

Abhi continued steering them towards the university. Although his head felt a little foggier, Zachary decided to continue his sightseeing. The once bustling city was now replaced with the rolling, grassy hills of the countryside. Taller mountains could be seen in the distance, surrounded by the lightest layers of fog. The roads had become longer and less busy, making Zachary a little more anxious with every passing mile. He thought it was a little strange that the university was so far out, but he trusted Abhi just enough to not question anything.

“You know,” Abhi began once again. “Your ਲੱਤਾਂ (legs) arre good. I don’t rrememberr de lazt dime I zaw an Indiuhn man vith so much hairr down derre.”

Zachary made a face of confusion and disgust at the comment. He didn’t understand what Abhi had meant, especially as Zachary had been wearing pants this entire time. Before he could dwell on the thought anymore though, a whiff of the air freshener cleared his head instantly. Abhi was right, he did have very hairy legs, and Zachary was proud of them. It wasn’t often that men could boast the same kind of fur he had. Zachary decided to ignore the strange Indian part of the statement, and the fact that he had translated the single Punjabi word in his head.

Tapping his legs anxiously in his seat, Zachary's legs slowly began to change. They stretched slowly at first, before speeding and extending Zachary’s height to 183 centimeters. His tendons pulsed while his ligament grew firm. Thick, bulging muscles began to emerge from underneath the taut skin. Juicy quads and thighs pushed at the seams while Zachary’s buttocks swelled outwards, making Zachary’s stylish pants look as if they were supposed to stop mid-calf. A thick, caramel color erupted from underneath his skin, giving his flesh a deep tan as his new jungles of blond hair darkened into a deep black.

“Alzo imprrezzed by deze ਹਥਿਆਰ,” Abhi remarked, placing a large, hot palm on one of Zachary’s forearms. “You vorrk oud ofden.” It didn’t come out like a question.

“Almost everry evening,” Zachary replied quickly, even though he hadn’t been in a gym since middle school. It might have been the beautiful atmosphere or the looming cloud over his thoughts, but it was becoming easier to talk to Abhi as they drove along. Zachary was unknowingly becoming more invested in the conversation, not even noticing how he effortlessly rolled an “r” off of his tongue.

Zachary leaned back into his seat, crossing his arms as they began to expand. The barely-used limbs fattened tremendously, first developing the forearms before moving onto the upper segments. Biceps and triceps pulsed larger as they became increasingly muscular, forcing the short sleeves of Zachary’s shirt to crumple upwards. A dark tan slowly coated his arms while they pulled themselves out, allowing more room for incoming bulk. His average hands and wrists exploded into meaty paws as a wave of curly, dark hair cascaded up to his shoulders. Even his armpits couldn’t escape as they grew bushes so large that if Zachary had his arms at his sides, they’d still be noticeable. The new curryish funk they emitted was quite pungent too.

“You have amazing ਛਾਤੀ. Vahd do you lifd?” Abhi smirked, looking over Zachary’s body in excitement. His plan was working perfectly, and it felt like it would become his success story.

“Uzually 90 kilogrramz, but morre on my betterr dayz.” Zachary grinned as he did a pose for Abhi, not noticing how he was slipping more into a light accent.

Underneath Zachary’s button-up, a small ripple traveled across his skinny chest. Muscles pushed forward as eight stunning abs popped out of his torso. His previously tiny nipples exploded, tugging along two giant pecs to create a sturdy shelf above his newly-developed core. His hips pushed further inwards, allowing for a perfect v-shape to accentuate his upper frame. To give even more room for his pecs, Zachary’s torso stretched to 188 centimeters, forcing his legs to scrunch up in the seat due to his new size. His upper torso was pushed so far out that his fatter nipples made visible imprints on his shirt. Once his form was corrected, the familiar caramel shade washed over his skin, carrying along a stampede of curly, black chest hairs.

“How long have you had dad ਆਦਮ ਦਾ ਸੇਬ?” Abhi reached over and lightly caressed Zachary’s neck, not bothering the other man at all. Happy with Zachary’s apparent comfort, Abhi decided to switch the next sentence into his native Punjabi language: “It is smooth and sexy.”

“Idz a Munjal ding,” Zachary responded with, referencing his surname and unknowingly translating the Punjabi. “Ve ah have ਅਮੀਰ voice.”

Zachary had always loved his smooth, rich tone. His voice was deep and brassy, pounding on walls and demanding attention. It had run in his family, the Munjal family, for many generations, with all the Munjal boys coming out with bass voices by the time they turned 15. It grew gruffer and more stern with age, but right now Zachary’s register flowed like velvet. As he thought about his appealing voice, he hadn’t realized he was now beginning to think in Punjabi. Not only that, but his English was dissipating, his vocabulary shrinking gradually.

Once Abhi saw that Zachary’s neck had finished tanning, he continued their conversation.

“ਜ਼ੈਕਰੀ,” Abhi decided now was the time to fully flip the switch. “You are stunning. You know you are hot.”

Zahary’s brain absorbed the subtle command instantly, his kind persona shrinking away quickly. A more cocky, arrogant persona swept over his body as his ego grew. He knew he was a sexy beast, and every woman at his college wanted him. He wanted his sperm to be shot down every one of them to make superior children… brown children.

Abhi watched on excitedly as Zahary’s head grew larger with his pomposity. First, his jaw shifted into a more lantern-like shape. His nose enlarged and stretched downwards towards his widening grin, shaping it into a natural snigger. His ears bloated in size as his eyebrows shifted downwards, looking more similar to that of a Neanderthal’s. Once the dark tan covered Zahary’s skin, his facial structure readjusted to something more accommodating of a Southern Asian man. His eyes and hair darkened to a raven black, creating bushier eyebrows and a messy chinstrap. His hair fluffed up lightly into a cocky quiff, becoming thicker and sturdier as if it was always meant to stay there. Zahary, who was too focused on himself, still hadn’t realized his own transformation, or the fact that the intellect he took so much pride was steadily leaking away.

Noticing that his client was nearing the end of the transformation, Abhi put the air conditioning on full blast. They were far enough out that they wouldn’t be bothered by any civilization, so Abhi pulled the car over to the side of the road, eager to watch. Zahary’s head was too clouded with the scent of Abhi’s ballsweat to concentrate on anything, allowing Abhi to take the last steps with ease.

Everything so far had gone according to plan, just like Abhi had thought it would. He’d barely had the money to fund his new business, but he could see by his passenger’s progress that there would be no issue in the future. The air fresheners, which Abhi had been infusing himself for the past week, were flooding Zahary’s mind with Punjabi pheromones. With the small, closed area of the car, the odor would easily penetrate any boundaries and invade the victim’s mind. If Abhi wanted to find employees, he’d simply have to make them--and for Shuttle India, they’d have to look the part too. Soon, very soon, Zahary would go from his first client to his first hire.

“You have beautiful feet,” Abhi stated, looking at the small shoes that no longer matched the rest of the other man’s body. “They are big for an Indian man.”

“You know what they say about big feet,” Zahiry replied back in Punjabi. Smirking proudly, Zahiry felt a foot fetish suddenly arise in him. He had huge feet, so it was only natural that women should worship them. He adored their size, shape, and smell, so much so that he made sure to treat that part of his body better than the rest. He took immense care of his feet, aiming to make them as perfect as they deserved to be.

Abhi excitedly watched Zahiry paw himself, thinking about his immensely-sized feet. As a track runner, Zahiry had already developed fairly big feet at Size 12 US, but Abhi’s eyes grew as the scene developed before him. The appendages grew quickly inside of the shoes, pulsing outwards and forwards against the bottom of the car. The slender bottoms fattened with meat as they grew into hairy monsters. After a minute of growth, Abhi could even smell the new curryish funk that was emitting from Zahiry’s feet, which had bloated into a Size 15.5 India.

Zahiry turned confusedly towards the window, only now realizing that the car had stopped. Before he could ask any questions, he felt his striped bottoms pulled downwards as a pair of caramel paws grabbed at his boxers. He tried to move, but Abhi’s mouth had already latched onto his mediocre-sized cock like a leech. Zahiry felt a sudden rush invade his body, pushing Abhi’s head further into his crotch. A wave of alpha-like confidence swam across his body as he gave into the pleasure.

With Zahiry moaning and submitting to the pure pleasure, Abhi made sure to continue entertaining the boy. Licking around the delicate head of the dick, he brought one of his hands to cup Zahiry’s balls. They were averaged-sized before, but with Abhi’s gentle fondling they filled with heavier semen. His client’s testicles bloated with brown sperm as they sunk lower due to the increased weight. Next, Abhi quickly itched away at the pubic bush near his nose, forcing it to become a gigantic forest of tangled black hairs. Pleased with the results, Abhi fully engorged himself on Zahiry’s cock. Bobbing his head up and down, he could feel the length of the dick stretch along with his tongue. It pulled farther upwards and thickened, edging Zahiry along with it. The remaining fragments of Zahiry’s intelligence and memories were thrown into the pot of boiling brown sperm, which was at any moment about to erupt.

Sensing he was done, Abhi quickly pulled off as a fountain of pure, Indian cum exploded out from his client’s dick. The other man straightened in his seat once he was finished, staring cockily at the brown rod before him standing at an astonishing 26 centimeters long. It was truly a marvel to see, but it wasn’t that fascinating. All Indian men had big dicks--how else were they supposed to spread their brown seed?

“Alright,” he said, breaking Abhi’s concentration. “I think I’m ready to do my test drive now.” His voice was low and melodic, having a sing-song quality that made it truly irresistible.

“Are you sure?” Abhi smirked, playing along. “You look like you could use a second round of ‘relaxation’.”

“How about I hit the car accelerator and drive the motorway before we have more fun?” He coyishly replied, getting out of the car. Abhi joined him, crossing to the other side to finalize the hiring process.

“First, let me take a picture for your driver’s ID. This should just take a moment.” Abhi grabbed his phone and navigated his way to the camera. While he fiddled around, the man posed arrogantly.

“Perfect.” Abhi was ecstatic, his plan having worked excellently. “Name?”

“Zahir Munjal.”

“Preferred position?”

“Driver.”

“Good, now just drive us back to the office and you’ll be hired.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

The two jumped back into the car, Zahir grabbing the wheel excitedly as they pulled back onto the highway. Looking over at the other man, Abhi still couldn’t believe his success. In just a short amount of time, the company had doubled in size. It was sheer luck that his new companion was also rich, so it would become even easier to expand. With two men now on the road, they could have two more by the end of the night, and four more by noon tomorrow. The numbers would become exponential, which would eventually make Abhi the fastest-made billionaire ever. Leaning back in his seat happily, Abhi knew it was better to focus on the present than the future. It felt like Zahir wanted to focus on the present too, as he’d been pawing at Abhi’s crotch since they got on the road.

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Bed and Breakfast

"I can't believe you're going to make me stay in a place like that." Said the beautiful woman with an arrogant tone towards her companion. Without realizing that she was being heard by the owner of the small and cozy coastal inn.

"Babe, calm down, the place is really nice and seems to be very comfortable. And it's highly rated on travel sites. We'll be lucky if there's room for us here."

"We wouldn't have to go through this if you had booked a hotel in advance."

"Laura, love. You decided on a trip to a fashionable place at the last minute during high season, there was no vacancy and yet you insisted on coming."

"Of course, everyone important is here, what do you think my followers would say if I didn't come. An influencer has to be aware of all the trends, Jeremy and this is the place of the moment, only God knows why." Laura replied, making her boyfriend let out a sigh before being prevented from responding by a cheerful and jovial voice.

"Good night, I'm Cintia, owner of Cozy Cabin, welcome, how can I help you?"

"Good evening, ma'am. My name is Jeremy Grant, and this is my fiancée, Laura. We are looking for accommodation."

"Oh dear! I'm sorry, but we're all booked up, reservations have been closed for over two months, we've become a very popular place lately." The woman of indecipherable age responded, because at the same time that she showed signs of age, she had an aura of joy and youth around her, at that moment tainted by a genuine tone of sadness at not being able to help. Which turned into indignation and anger when the young, pretty blonde woman in front of him let out a dismissive giggle followed by a howl of reproach towards her fiancé. However, before Cintia could say anything, Jeremy quickly intervened.

"Isn't there really the slightest possibility Cintia? It would only be for one day so that Laura can take some photos and post them, she is a digital influencer."

"Really? I've never heard of you darling." Cintia said, taking advantage of the moment to repay the young woman's rudeness, who in turn couldn't stand to remain silent.

"I work with a young audience, it's understandable if someone your age doesn't know me." Laura replied, causing Jeremy to have a mortified expression and a dangerous glint to appear in Cintia's eyes.

"Ah, believe me, I know how to recognize an influencer with an impact, right now we are hosting Miguel Ramos, the famous fitness influencer, it is already the fifth year that he has visited us at this time. Which gives me a wonderful idea to solve the your problem. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll be back with news soon."

"Stupid rag" Laura commented bitterly as soon as Cintia left the room.

"Baby, you provoked..."

"Don't stand against me, Jeremy. How she dare, compare me to that fairy Miguel Ramos!"

"Laura, be careful what you say, I've heard a lot about Miguel Ramos, he was already a very respected Personal Trainer before becoming a popular fitness influencer and has a good follower base."

That was a huge understatement and they both knew it. While Laura's number of followers had not yet reached hundreds of thousands, Miguel's already surpassed the million barrier. And of course the vain woman didn't like being reminded of that and soon found a reason to tease her fiancé.

"Jeremy, that stubble of yours looks horrible, how many times have I told you to keep your face smooth! My followers prefer you to complement my look!"

Jeremy didn't know if that was true, Laura's followers really praised how much they complemented each other in appearance. But he couldn't help but occasionally wonder if the fact that Laura made him wear clothes in a similar style to hers, coupled with her insistence on keeping a smooth face and his blond hair in neat curls, resembled hers to the point where some people thinking that they were brothers and not a couple was a proof of a totally narcissistic nature as the class's detractors insisted on shouting. However, every time those thoughts arose, Jeremy quickly suppressed them, he had long ago accepted that he would be nobody without his girlfriend, to the point of giving up his career as a physical educator to follow her, ensuring all her wishes and canceling himself in every way. Because he was completely sure that he was not worthy of her love and that no one in the world would be able to love him like she did. It was precisely because he thought all of this that when he saw Cintia return with a look of satisfaction on her aged face, he responded calmly.

"Yes, love, that's the first thing I'll do as soon as we get to our room.”

"My dears, I found a solution, it's not perfect but it should help for today." Cintia began with a playful smile and that sparkle in her eyes. "We have a few rooms with extra beds that are not being occupied and two of our guests have kindly provided those beds to you for a couple of nights. In two days Mrs. Goldschmitt will return home and her room will be free if you wish." extend your stay."

"You mean you want us to stay in separate rooms?" Laura asked indignantly.

"It was the best I could do, dear. Of course, if it doesn't suit you, feel free to leave and look for accommodation elsewhere." Cintia replied with an icy smile.

"No, no, it's great, we accept!" Jeremy quickly interrupted, wanting to avoid more conflicts and the loss of the only stay they found.

"Great! Please follow me, then I'll ask one of the assistants to take your bags to your respective rooms." Cintia replied, looking genuinely pleased as she led them down a hallway and a flight of stairs to the first room and knocked on the door, which was promptly opened by a handsome Latino man in his thirties, with developed muscles detailed by a fitted white t-shirt and a friendly smile in his handsome bearded face.

"Goodnight." He said simply with a voice exuding masculinity.

"Miguel, dear. These are Jeremy and Lau..."

"You don't need to introduce me, I'm sure Miguel knows who I am." interrupted Laura while Miguel stared at her as if she were a creature that had jumped in front of him.”

"Laura... apparently she's a digital influencer." Cintia continued as if she had not been rudely interrupted. "Jeremy and Laura, this is Miguel Ramos who we talked about earlier and who kindly agreed to give Jeremy the extra bed in his room."

"Thank you for the lovely introduction Cintia and it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person Laura and you too Jer..." Miguel began, also being interrupted by Laura.

"I think our followers would love a collaboration from us."

"Um, sure, we can discuss this tomorrow, Laura. I believe you are both exhausted now and Cintia still has to take you to your room."

"Yes, yes, you're right, we'll arrange everything tomorrow. Shall we go then?" Laura ended talking to Cintia without even saying goodbye to Jeremy, who in turn approached his girlfriend and kissed her on the cheek.

"Good night love, sleep well!" - He said before entering the room and seeing his fiancée being taken by Cintia inside the building.

.....

"Welcome Jeremy, unfortunately you'll have to take the single bed."

"Thank you Miguel, you didn't need to do that or pretend to know Laura."

"Ahh, I'm sorry about that, but I thought it was better, I know how hurt some influencers can be by not being recognized, I've never particularly cared about that, but I've seen some uncomfortable situations to say the least. And as for the bed, It's just a bed, I'm not really using it and Cintia asked me for a favor, she's a great friend and was a lot of help when... anyway, you are welcome here.”

"Still, you didn't have to do any of that, thank you very much." Jeremy replied as he prepared to sleep, thinking about what Miguel had left to say. It was nothing new that his breakup with his long-time boyfriend, a famous film actor, had been very traumatic, so much so that he had remained out of the spotlight for several months until he was photographed on the beach close to where they were, which is why the interest in place had lit up. The only news there was knowing that he will not be staying in a luxurious hotel but in Cintia's small and cozy inn. Laura should be happy, Jeremy thought before falling asleep, she had gone to look for copper and apparently she had found gold.

Already lying in the single bed, Jeremy found the courage to say something else.

"Miguel, thank you really, I'm very grateful for your kindness... but... well... I apologize in advance if Laura expresses... um... any dissatisfaction with the accommodation arrangements... she's used to get what she wants and... well... there might be some kind of... jealousy... so..."

"She doesn't need to worry Jeremy, I'm not into man skinnier , smaller and younger than me." Miguel responded in a joking tone but causing Jeremy to immediately recoil.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"You didn't offend me Jeremy, I was just joking, you can rest assured, in fact feel free in the room, as far as I'm concerned the room is as much yours as mine. Have a good night.”

…..

The morning sun invaded the inn's bedroom, causing Jeremy to turn over in bed and wake up, rubbing his eyes, being treated to a stunning image, Miguel wearing only white underwear, with his sculpted body on display, staring intently at the bedroom wall as if he was lost in reminiscences. At that moment Jeremy felt something he had never imagined he would feel when seeing another man, a pang of desire, accompanied by a familiar sensation in his dick that he only associated with when he saw the image of Laura in her naked beauty. His surprise at that was so great that he moved abruptly, causing Miguel to wake up from his reverie.

"Good morning, I'm sorry if I woke you up, I forgot to close the curtains last night."

"No problem." Jeremy replied, hiding his erection with a pillow.

"Anyway, I'm already on my way out, going for my morning run before breakfast."

“Oh man, I miss doing that!” Commented Jeremy.

"Do you have this habit too?"

"Yes, I was a physical educator just like you, but since I started following Laura... she's not a morning person and gets upset when I wake her up early... anyway, I've been running on the treadmill while she makes the videos her at the gym."

"If you want to train with me..."

"Nah, man, thanks, but no. I'm going to rest a little longer" Jeremy replied, still hiding his erection.

"Then I'll see you later. Sweet dreams." Said an already fully dressed Miguel leaving the room and Jeremy alone with his disconcerting thoughts.

…….

To say that the trip had been a disppointment to Laura would be a huge understatement. First Jeremy hadn't been able to make a simple reservation and even had the nerve to blame her when he should have been able to foresee this kind of thing, then there was the beach itself, she had never liked sun and sea, and only Thinking about sand made her skin itch, but unfortunately, thanks to Miguel Ramos' stellar divorce and his apparent bad taste, that little beach was the star's hot spot for the summer. Ending up in the same inn as him could be a golden opportunity, but for that she had to put up with the arrogant old woman who owned the place, the fact that her fiancé was sleeping in the same room as that fagot and the annoying roommate she that she was sure it had been chosen by the old ghoul with the only intention of irritating her. And it was with a look that reflected her inner bitterness that she waited for her fiance to appear for breakfast, which made her even more indignant, as she was not used to wait and at the same time she refused to call him. After all he should know his place and his duties!

It was with that sour face that Miguel found her after taking a shower and getting dressed as quietly as possible to avoid waking the still sleeping Jeremy. Upon seeing that expression, he seriously thought about escaping from the breakfast room without being seen, especially since he hadn't had a good initial impression of Laura, which was confirmed when he saw the type of content she produced, with Jeremy appearing as more of an accessory to her outfit than as a real boyfriend, which raised the suspicion that perhaps the other man was trapped in the type of abusive relationship that he himself had lived in until recently. But before he had time to escape, their eyes met and a practiced smile appeared on her face without reaching her predatory eyes. Knowing that game very well, Miguel plastered a smile as fake as hers on his own face and approached her table.

"Good morning, Miguel, I hope Jeremy's snoring wasn't disturbing." Laura said, starting the conversation in the worst possible way and making the smile disappear on Miguel's face.

"On the contrary, it didn't bother me at all, Noah snored a lot more." He replied, making a look of irritation momentarily cross Laura's face due to the comparison with his ex-husband. Wasn't it enough that her boyfriend was sleeping in the same room as him?

"You're very kind, but it's my fiancé you're talking about, no one knows him like I do."

"Of course, and if you allow me to say, seeing your posts on social media is possible to see all your influence on him." Miguel replied, barely hiding the sarcasm in his voice.

"Thank you. It was hard work." Laura responded in turn without realizing the criticism embedded in his comment. "Speaking of work, when are we going to do our collaboration?" She concludes.

"We'll certainly find a way." He responded in turn, knowing that as far as he was concerned, that would never happen. "If you'll excuse me now I have an appointment. Maybe you should check on Jeremy, when I left the room he was sound asleep. It seemed to me like he hadn't slept so well in a long time." He concludes with a bright and genuine smile before leaving the room, turning his back on a fuming Laura.

Although Miguel's statement was intended to provoke Laura, that was not far from the truth. Jeremy had slept as well as ever and didn't even wake up when Miguel returned to the room and got ready for breakfast. If he had woken up he would have been mortified, because in his sleep he ended up ripping off his pajama shirt, and without realizing it, he reached for his erection that had returned along with Miguel's presence in the room, while his mind filled itself. one of the most different and vivid dreams he had ever had. In the dream he found himself lying completely naked on a beach not very different from the one where the inn was located, and with the sun bathing his body a beautiful blonde woman approached and began kissing his naked body, he couldn't tell if was it Laura or not, because each kiss given in the dream made him feel an immeasurable ecstasy, strong enough to cover up any sense other than pleasure, so much so that he only realized that the figure in the dream had changed, becoming a muscular man and bearded with his dark body shining with sweat in the morning sun a few seconds before he was awakened by the indignant voice of his fiancée.

"Jeremy, so this is what you were doing instead of meeting me for breakfast? Masturbating in that queer's room? How disgusting!"

Said an indignant Laura when she found her boyfriend in that position. Jeremy, taken by surprise in turn, responded without thinking

"Never use that kind of word in my presence again Laura, if there's anything disgusting it's those expressions!"

"Jeremy, how dare you correct me! Disguting yes, and even more disgusting are the habits of these fagots, but apparently you're already quite used to it, right, jacking off in one of their bedrooms. And you didn't even shave that disgusting beard. As if not If you just cut your hair without talking to me, I'm at my limit!" She barked back, causing all the layers of inhibition to return to a now more awake Jeremy.

"I'm sorry, babe, I shouldn't have talked to you like that. Give me a few minutes to get ready and we can have breakfast together." He said, returning to his servile habits as he struggled to understand what she meant about his beard and hair.

"Well, you can have your breakfast alone. And you don't even need to come with me to the beach, I'll take Kayla to help me. Make the most of your day without my presence!" She replied angrily, leaving the room and a confused and still sleepy Jeremy behind.

He in turn stood up and stretched, losing his balance a little as he felt the strange sensation that he seemed to be a good few inches taller, which he knew was nonsense, since no one grows overnight other than the fact that that he had had that height since the beginning of his adult life, which had helped him in many volleyball and basketball games when he was younger. Other activities that he missed but couldn't find time in his day to practice. He had never resented Laura for these things, but deep down he couldn't help but feel an irritation at having given up virtually all of his interests for hers. Shaking his head in an attempt to get those intrusive thoughts out of him, he went to the bathroom and took a long shower, knowing that there was no point in looking for his girlfriend while she was in that mood, that poor Kayla, whoever she was, who would have to put up with Laura for that morning, he thought with uncharacteristic sarcasm as he soaped the six blocks set on his abdomen, this time without trying to shake that thought away. After getting out of the shower he looked at himself in the mirror, for someone who could no longer follow a strict exercise routine he looked very good, he was slim but defined and his short beard accentuated the angles of his face, framed by golden curls in a medium lenght haircut.

Maybe it was time for Laura to learn to better appreciate the boyfriend she had, he thought, leaving the bathroom without shaving, before changing and getting ready to enjoy a morning of sun and sea without Laura's constant complaints and orders, which without a doubt it was the best thing that could have happened, said a new invasive thought that once again did not go away.

……..

Jeremy wandered along the seawall for several minutes, feeling the sand beneath his feet, the scent of the sea breeze filling his lungs and the sun's rays bathing his fair skin, even though he knew he risked getting burned, it was too good for him let it go. After wandering for a long time he sat down on the beach and simply let himself be invaded by it all, with a wave of peace and completeness filling him. Without realizing that the longer he stayed there, the less white his skin became, turning to a golden summer tone, at the same time that his muscles expanded slightly, leaving him with the appearance of someone who trained frequently and carefully.

And there he would have continued without noticing the changes if he hadn't been interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Hey, roomie, watch out for a burn on your skin!"

Opening his eyes Jeremy found himself staring at Miguel in all his glory, with a happy smile plastered on his face.

"I may not have your Latin genes, Miguel. But it's been a long time since I've been burned!" He replied, smiling, as that strange feeling invaded him again.

"Still, the sun around here is much stronger than what you're used to. Let me help you." Miguel replied, approaching with a tube of sunscreen in his hands. "That is, if you don't mind."

Jeremy did care, not because of any prejudice, but because of the fear of what that closeness would make him feel, not to mention the erection that threatened to return. But at the same time he couldn't resist that proposal.

"No problem, I think you're exaggerating, but Laura will be unbearable if I burn myself, she already doesn't like my skin being so tanned."

"What nonsense, your skin is beautiful, that tan contrasts very well with your blonde hair, it gives you a healthy look, especially with those defined muscles."

"Thanks man, it's nice to hear a compliment from... hummm”. He groaned when he felt the other man's strong hands massaging his back.

"Something wrong?" Miguel asked.

"No... no... it's just that the sunscreen was cold."

"Ah, I'm done. Just a little more down here." Miguel said with his hands approaching Jeremy's buttocks and making him contract all over.

"Okay, do you want me to apply it in your front?"

"No, you don't need to, I'll do it myself." Jeremy quickly responded, taking the cock from Miguel's hand without even wanting to think about those manly hands near his cock.

"And where is Laura? I thought you helped with her content production."

Thinking about his girlfriend brought an unexpected wave of irritation to Jeremy, as if a cloud was blocking out the morning sun.

"We had an argument in the morning... in fact she did what she always does, said what she wanted and left me alone, I guess in the hope that I would go after her... but not this time... she might to fend for herself with her new friend." He responded with a certain bitterness that didn't go unnoticed by Miguel.

"Relationships can be complicated."

"Ours isn't, but I'm starting to think it's just because I'm used to canceling myself out in front of her."

Miguel, who had already noticed that, preferred not to comment anything.

"Anyway, we should see each other later and resolve this, I still love her of course, but some things will have to change in our relationship."

"So how about we do that run now, a little return to your old ways?"

"Are you sure you'll be able to keep up with me, with all this extra size and already running before..."

"Boy, respect me, I'm not one of the best known personal trainers in the world for nothing."

"Then we'll see!" Jeremy replied, getting up and running away.

……

Laura walked with disgust on the beach sand. Her morning, like the rest of that trip, had been dark. Kayla was pleasant company as she shared the same interests as her, although she was in a lower category with only a few tens of thousands of followers. Still, she expected Laura to return the favors she did by asking her to take photos and record videos of her. Simply unbearable. And it was all Jeremy's fault, obviously. She still couldn't believe that her worthless boyfriend hadn't come looking for her and even worse for the second time that day it was she who was forced to look for him in the middle of that damned sand.

It was with this feeling that she watched two muscular men running from the edge of the beach towards the sea while laughing loudly and then diving. A ridiculous and childish behavior in her opinion. So what was her surprise when she saw that one of those men, the tanned blonde with a haircut made up of a pompadour and a side fade, accompanied by a full beard just as blonde, smile and approach her with his tanned muscular body still moist from the sea water shining in the midday sun.

"Hey babe, how was the morning?"

"Jeremy, how dare you leave me like that! And that beard, you said you were going to trim it! And your hair??? What nonsense is this?"

"No nonsense Laura. They look the way I like!"

"But not in the way my followers and I expected! You're almost bald! That tan and those excessive muscles weren't enough!"

"Don't exaggerate Laura, and if I decide to shave all my hair I will. Your followers have nothing to do with how I decide to cut my hair or my beard."

"Of course it has to do with it, you're my boyfriend, you influence the way I'm perceived!"

"Apparently that's the only way I care about you, how I make others perceive you."

"And how would it be different, I make a living from this, I'm an influencer, and my boyfriend needs to agree with my branding."

"I'm not your accessory, Laura."

"Well, my dear, in the end it's as if you were!"

"So I don't know if I still want to continue this relationship." He replied, turning his back on an angry Laura.

"Jeremy! Don't you dare! Jeremyyyy....!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, but he didn't turn around and walked aimlessly towards the other side of the beach, followed by the watchful eye of Miguel Ramos.

…..

Jeremy wandered the beach for several minutes trying to calm the influx of thoughts. He was torn by the despair of losing the woman he believed he loved and the growing feeling of contempt for that same woman. How could he cancel himself out for so long, how could he not see who she was? And at the same time she had been his life for the last few years, how could he live without her? He certainly wouldn't be capable of that! Deciding to run back after her and humble himself by her forgiveness, he started running. Only stopping when he heard the voice did he start to associate that strange feeling, mixed with desire and comfort.

"Hey, Big Guy, what's the rush?" Asked a smiling Miguel sitting on a bench in a beach bar.

"Sorry Miguel, I need to find Laura!"

"And what would be the point of talking to her with a hot head, wait for you two to calm down."

"You do not understand!"

"Ah, I understand. I understand so much that I'm going to offer you the two things you need most right now, company and a few shots of Tequila!"

"I do not know dude..."

"Relax man and follow me." Miguel said, taking Jeremy by the arms and taking him to a table in the bar.

…..

"I shouldn't interfere in your relationship with your girlfriend. But I recently went through a complicated divorce. And the truth is that it took me a long time to realize that I was in an abusive relationship." - Miguel said to a saddened Jeremy.

"I'm not in a relationship like that, I love Laura." Jeremy replied, but with less conviction than he wanted to make it seem.

"And does she respond to this love? She loves you the same way you love her."

"It is clear..."

"Really? Be honest with yourself if you don't want to be honest with someone you barely know."

"I want to believe so, but..."

"But you have doubts. Let me propose a little game, I'm going to ask you some questions about relationships and for every positive answer from you and me we'll drink a shot of tequila, I bet you that we'll drain a bottle with ease.

"First question. Have you ever felt that you were giving much more of yourself to this relationship than your partner?"

The two took a shot and although neither of them noticed, the tan on Jeremy's skin deepened, reaching a caramel tone very close to Miguel's.

"Second question: Have you ever felt diminished by your partner?"

Another shot for both. And now Jeremy's height has increased making him several inches taller than Miguel.

"Third question: have you ever felt that you are nothing more than an accessory to your partner, that he doesn't even see you as a person but as an object?"

Another shot. Another change. Jeremy's muscles expanded, surpassing the size of Miguel's and reaching the proportions of an amateur bodybuilder. The bottle was already half full, but both men, who were not small, were already quite upset, as that level of drinking was not part of either of their habits.

"One more... one more..." A drunken Miguel said, looking extremely distorted in Jeremy's vision. "Have you ever felt like you're in this relationship out of fear... afraid that you're not good enough... that you can't be loved by someone else... and that your partner takes advantage of that to keep you stuck with them?

Another shot and Jeremy's already blurred vision began to swirl as a feeling of anxiety took over him for finally admitting those truths even while drunk. Miguel was spinning in front of him, and he felt an immense desire to get up and run away, but as he did so he fell to the ground.

"Jeremy, Jeremy..." He heard the voice in the distance, that voice, which awakened so many feelings in him. "Jeremy..." A voice that made him realize that he could still desire and be desired... "Jer...." The voice that made him excited just by hearing it. "Jav..." The voice of the man he was in love with but couldn't admit."

"Javier, get up, is everything okay?"

And Javier stood up amid laughter.

"It's all right Miguel, it was just bad form, it takes a lot more than a shot of tequila to take down a man my size." Replied a smiling Javier Garcia, sitting at the table again. At the same time he ran his hands through his long, glossy black beard.

"Let me ask the question now." Javier said, smiling wider. "Do you think you're ready to leave this relationship behind and move on to better opportunities?"

One more shot for both.

…..

Javier lay down on the cramped single bed in the room he shared with Miguel, feeling his head spinning. While the roommate spent non-productive time feeling the same thing sitting on the toilet. As he tried hard not to spill everything he had eaten that day, he felt his cell phone vibrate. When he looked at the screen he noticed that there were hundreds of messages and calls from an unknown number. Choosing to deal with it when he was in better condition, he closed his eyes again and thus did not see each of those messages and calls disappear from the records.

With his head still spinning he fell into a restless sleep filled with rapidly changing dreams, until again he dreamed of that thin, beautiful blonde woman. In the dream she lay down on him again and began kissing his naked body, but without provoking any reaction in him, nothing, no excitement, no pleasure, until once again the smooth woman's skin gave way to that rough sensation of a beard shaving the skin. his body and then it was Miguel who kissed him, rekindling the flame of desire within him. As he slept he moaned with excitement, with a powerful erection between his legs, until he finally woke up feeling Miguel's real mouth wrap around his engorged cock. Trapped in that feeling of pleasure, he pulled the other man closer to him, being invaded by the no longer strange sensation of real desire.

After hours of wild sex, Javier got up from the only bed in that room, a King Size bed reinforced to support the weight of two athletes. Stretching, he stopped to admire the muscular body of a professional bodybuilder in the bedroom mirror.

Every fiber of his body was worked with the utmost dedication and commitment, and soon he would be on stage to put all that work to the test. He ran his hand through his shaved hair and finished the movement with his long, soft beard. He knew he would have to shave it before the performance but he was reluctant because Miguel liked him too much that way. Speak of the devil, Miguel at that moment repositioned himself on the bed and watched Javier look at himself in the mirror.

"A penny for your thoughts." Said the smaller and younger man but who had still won the position of his coach along Javier's heart.

"It's no big deal, Mig, I was just looking in the mirror and thinking it's a shame to have to shave, you like it so much..."

"Javi, I want you with or without a beard, I don't care how you present yourself, I care about being with you."

"So you mean if I were smaller and thinner you'd still be with me?"

"Maybe you wouldn't have caught my attention at first sight, but like I said, I care about the person you are, the man I fell in love with and if he loses weight or gains weight that won't change."

"Thanks, babe. That's really good to hear." Javier replied, going to the bathroom.

"Where are you going, are you going to shave now?"

"I thought you didn't care about my beard."

"I don't mind, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it a little more and you a little of this" Miguel replied, lifting the covers and revealing his huge hardened cock and making a big smile spread across Javier's face.

……

The afternoon sun shone like never before, but even that didn't seem to light up Laura's life as she gossiped with Kayla in the bar by the sea, while they discreetly watched Miguel and Javier talk.

"Is this a good time? They seem to be arguing." Asked Kayla to her colleague.

"Just because they're serious doesn't mean they're fighting. If we take into account their social networks, they're living wonderfully." Laura replied.

"You know as well as I do how deceiving social media can be."

"Still, this is our chance to collaborate with them, it's not every day that we get to work together with two of the biggest fitness influencers in the world."

"Smile, they're looking this way!" Said Kayla, making both of them give identical fake smiles, returned by a nod from the fitness couple of the year, who then got up, put on their tank tops and headed towards the beach.

"There goes our chance." Laura grumbled.

"Don't worry my dear, people like you always get what they deserve." Said a smiling Cintia who was passing by before positioning herself at the bar counter and smiling.

A smile that widened when she saw Miguel and Javier together on the beach sharing a passionate kiss. If there was something she was proud of, it was a job well done and at her inn that meant much more than just bed and breakfast.

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Callum Kerr gets hypnotized by his friend a couple of times without his knowledge.