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Looks like he's coming along quite well...

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This should do the trick...

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Exploring his new world.

Still a bit stiff, unsure. But I surely don't regret showing him that underwear model when he asked for a picture...

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For Sale: Dad Shoes

In need of some new shoes, Robbie stumbles into a pair of sneakers abandoned behind by some strange dilf. After trying them on he grows to appreciate them in more ways than one.

Ready for some Daddification? Robbie wasn't but he seems happy enough to bulk up and grow some hair. Thanks to Fred W. Kong for helping me polish this one up! Hope all enjoy! -Occam

Robbie had just about worn through his old pair of tennis shoes. Wandering around through this shoe store surrounded by flashy boxes and exorbitant price tags, he can’t help but second guess his abandoning the old, almost holey shoes. Looking around at these piled high pairs of sneakers, he’s on the edge of just giving up and truly wearing the soles out of his old pair before this plan is interrupted by an uproar at the cash wrap.

Turning to get a glimpse of whatever the drama must be, Robbie instead finds a burly man, loudly tapping on the counter and guffawing to himself. The clerk shyly laughs along opposite him though clearly the joke didn’t land too well, not that the older man seems to mind all that much. As Robbie continues to sneakily watch from down the way, the man gives the clerk a handshake and departs leaving him staring strangely at his own hand and the pair of shoes left on the counter.

Ever the gossip, Robbie less than surreptitiously makes his way over to the cashier and asks about the bearded stranger. It takes a few seconds for the clerk, dubbed James by his nametag, to snap out of his strange reverie, “Oh! Hi there- Yeahh, I don’t really know? He said he got these shoes here but I’ve never seen them before?” Both men stare at the pair of sneakers in between them. “He apparently wanted to return them.”

Robbie, a little more interested in shopping now that he knows purchases aren’t final, follows this throughline, “I didn’t know you did returns?”

“We don’t”

“Ah.” Pausing for a few seconds he gets back to his first question, “What was he laughing so hard about?” The cashier furrows his brows for a few seconds before sighing, “Oh, it was just a dumb dad joke. Uhhh something like, What is the funniest thing about shoelaces?”

“Hm?”

“Knot-knot Jokes.” 

There’s a silence afterwards as Robbie just tilts his head, slightly disappointed that his trek over here didn’t quite satiate his curiosity. Looking at the neglected pair of tennis shoes on the counter he feels a bit melancholy thinking of his own soon-to-be abandoned pair, “What are you going to do with these then?”

James scratches the back of his head noncommittally, “Not really sure, uhhh- You wouldn’t want them would you?” The young clerk looks at him hopefully and Robbie’s heart flutters a bit at the direct eye contact. Getting the distinct impression that he’d be doing a favor for the clerk he ignores how tacky they are and acquiesces, “I mean? I guess I could. Should probably try them on first though yeah?” James shrugs with a grin and hands them over.

Now in his hands it seems obvious to Robbie that they’ll be too large but he decides to give them a go. Throwing them on he finds indeed they’re quite a bit roomier than he’d prefer. Though man- they’re also way more comfortable than he could have possibly expected. Robbie furrows his brow wondering why on Earth that strange man wanted to send them back, when his mind returns to him however, the strangest thing happens. He hears James repeat the man’s bit in his mind: knot-knot jokes, and he can’t help but laugh.

Robbie tries to stifle himself, knowing he sits in front of a man that in an ideal world he would try to pull. He giggles and struggles to cover his mouth before breaking out into a hyena-adjacent fit of laughter. Mid-breakdown, Robbie sees James flinch back and look at him strangely from behind the counter but he can only continue to laugh, “HAAH! HAH- Man! Hah, ugh Jesus christ so sorry dude- I don’t know what came over me! Hah hah, huh man.” 

James smiles vaguely, clearly writing Robbie off as nothing more than a customer, “So uhh, how do they fit?” Getting to business he prepares to tell them they’re too big before wiggling his toes and gasping to himself. They’re a perfect fit. He knew they were too large, he felt the extra room, and yet, he can see how perfectly his feet fill them. He clears his throat a little louder than he intended and answers, “They’re good, real uh, snug fit…” 

“Great!” The cashier tosses over something in his head, though looking at the man confusedly staring at his feet, he reconsiders. Something strange has shifted and he thinks it best to just default to his customer service programming, “Anything else I can do for you…” without thinking he reflexively tacks on a “sir?” which causes Robbie to flinch.

“Uhh no thanks a lot, James.” Grimacing at the man using his name on his nametag the clerk rolls his eyes knowing he made the right call. Robbie smiles blankly and heads out the shop with a nod, not even thinking to grab the shoes he removed to throw on this strange man’s discarded sneakers. Why should he, he’s already wearing the only shoes one could ever need.

Exiting out to the strip center he was already reluctant to visit, Robbie groans to himself as he feels a tad bloated. Rubbing his stomach trying to recall what he ate, he looks down to find something impossibly strange on his phone. Somehow without being quite aware, he’s snapped a picture of his new shoes and captioned it to post on his story. “Got my first pair of dad shoes 😆”

Robbie balks at this and quickly goes to delete the picture without posting but in his haste he fat fingers his phone and whoosh- It’s up. Deciding that it would be more embarrassing to take it down after posting, Robbie frowns and begins to pocket his phone when he realizes something even stranger than a photo he doesn’t remember taking. Those aren’t his legs?

Zooming in on the photo in his camera roll he gasps in shock at just how hairy those legs are. Sure the shoes and shorts are the same but never has any part of his body neared such a consistent or dense coat of body hair, to say nothing of those god-awful socks! Clicking his tongue at whoever must be playing this bizarre joke on him he pans through the image, poring through every pixel to try and find evidence of photoshop.

Unaware is he that away from view, his legs are rapidly shifting to match the image he knows to be false. Forgotten already that his feet miraculously grew to fill the dad sneakers, his calves are quickly shaped and painted by waves of dark brown hair. Racing upwards from the strange shoes, his ankles itch from their new growth before the curls are matted down by his thick athletic socks. 

He scratches at the still-growing hair quickly covering his changing thighs and takes no notice as his fingers trail through the new garden. Thickening hair is not the only change either as when the rushing forest of fur reaches his thighs they begin to bulk larger, yearning to fill his shorts. On said thighs the hairs curl longer and darken further than on his exposed calves, stopping short of completely blanketing his lower body as a blank patch is left on his inner thighs, precipitating a greater change that is soon to overwhelm him.

Indeed, before he can notice his hefty hair-covered legs, he’s distracted by the strangest feeling ushering forth from his dick. Accompanied by the burning itch of his pubes thickening, Robbie quickly sets his phone down as both hands rush to adjust his growing cock. With a sharp inhale he shudders as his mind is overcome with ecstasy, with each passing moment and fluttering heartbeat he quivers as his cock pushes out further and his balls hang lower. 

In no time at all there’s a baseball sized bulge straining his pants. It’s at this point that Robbie realizes that he’s not even hard. His cock has simply grown larger. Standing in shock the young man almost falls over from vertigo as whatever nightmare he’s living in has struck him lightheaded. Trying not to draw attention to himself, Robbie struggles to keep composure as he makes his way over to his car, though each step is accompanied by a wince as his heavy balls are pinched by his boxers and his cock forces itself further down his leg.

Wrenching open his car door with little thought at all besides the burning need to get home Robbie falls into the driver’s seat. Key turned, he goes to shift to reverse when he’s almost possessed by an intrusive thought, head tilting as his mouth moves of its own accord, vocalizing for no one as he reverses, “Ahhh, that takes me back.” Immediately fearful, he feels his body course correct as his grimace curls into a grin, he giggles before letting loose free-flowing full bodied laughter at something he’d personally barely label a joke.

Panting after being released from this mania, Robbie’s only further driven to race home. The few minutes back are a blur, of which he can only recall flashes. Finally he sees the new shadow of hair covering his legs. He grunts from the pain as his shorts are suddenly far too tight. Would’ve sworn he lost weight but now his belt cuts into his waist. His eyes almost cross from pain as he tries to recall that he wasn’t even wearing a belt when he left his house. He sees his hands adjusting mirrors to a new height, slightly higher from sitting on an ass bulging larger. 

Senses overloaded by each new ticklish strand and the rising, burning need from his cock, when he finally arrives home he races to do the only thing he can think to escape this waking nightmare. Taking great care not to cum then and there as he removes his shorts, Robbie kicks off his new shoes with little affection and flops onto his bed. In a small act of indulgence, Robbie can’t help but bite his lip as he tests the waters and rubs his hands through his hairy thighs.

Looking at the jungle of hair across his legs he feels his cock begin to throb and harden. He doesn’t hate them. No, his hairy legs are more enticing than he could ever have imagined. Tracing the curls from his toes to the dense bush of pubes ushering out from his boxers he bucks slightly as it's almost too much for him. This must just be the weirdest wet dream he’s ever had.

True sleep comes quickly, as soon as his body realizes that he’s not going to be indulging his desires, unconsciousness swiftly takes him. Though unfortunately for the man who wishes this whole situation was indeed a dream, the changes in the waking world are not going to slow down even as he rests.

For the first time in his life, Robbie snores. While he’s not gained altogether too much weight thus far, even the extra few inches on his waist as hair begins spreading onto his once tight stomach have a consequence. As his arm hangs lower off the bed, his wrists eagerly begin to match his hairy legs as forearms are thoroughly coated with a healthy coat of curls. Added length is compounded by bulkier biceps as his arms are not left free from his increasing weight either. As the hours pass his whole arms are blanketed by body hair, coated from wrists to pits

Changes to his physical form are not the only metamorphosis occurring during his slumber either. Having fallen close to his dresser, his shoes are not content to be the only changed part of his wardrobe. Radiating out from the spilled sneakers, clothes messily tossed into his dresser are folded and shift into pieces less fashionable, less haphazard, and far more fatherly.

All no-show socks elongate into tubes as his boxers adversely lose their length, their elastic bands shifting firmer. Each and every pair bleach into briefs befitting his new form, including the pair he currently has on. His sleepful face squirms as for a moment his boxers grow to a size more appropriate his new waist and massive package before both are gripped tightly, perfectly contoured and contained by the briefs he is to wear every day, ever more.

Objects of his youth are shifted and replaced. Video game OST vinyls bend and reshape as they melt and reform into jazz standards and dad rock. Video games and a large manga collection he has long been proud of are lost ever more, replaced by an impressive collection of classics and board games he adores playing with his- family? But that can’t be right. On his nightstand appears a well-worn joke book that his husband has long waged a campaign to get rid of. His eyes twitch in his sleep as his subconscious mind tries to reconcile these things fruitlessly.

Then, as the first rays of morning light blast through his cracked curtains, Robbie awakens. He scratches his slightly thicker waist and yawns loudly. His body burns as he stretches, as if each strand of muscle and slightly shifted tendon were moving for the first time ever. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and his rougher hand wades down his face, for some reason surprised to encounter stubble on his jaw.

Standing to his feet, he encounters that light-headed vertigo once more, though for the life in him he can’t remember when exactly he felt it last. Pawing at the morning wood distending the waistband of his briefs, he scratches his heavy balls and grunts, ignoring the idea that his voice sounds a tad off. He must just be hungover, or sick- yeah. That makes sense.

Wandering into the bathroom to start his day he stretches once more, exposing a couple hairy pits to the open air and causing his back to crack loudly. “Bwoah-” At this point one might expect Robbie to realize how much further he’s changed as he sees his new self in the mirror, though it takes a few moments of staring in the mirror before he even humors the idea that something is off.

He grumbles to himself for a few seconds something about his eyes playing tricks or his vision not being what it used to be. Laughing at the thought, this wakes him. Like the shock of a cold shower he opens his eyes to find himself a completely different man. Nearly hyperventilating, he stares at his changed hands. Trying to reconcile the same wrinkles they have always held with the hairy knuckles and calloused fingers he knows should not be there. Turning his gaze to his reflection he sees a few curls peeking over the collar of the shirt he distinctly didn’t fall asleep in and struggles to remove it over a chest that begins to burst larger from the nerves. Each struggled grunt is deeper than the one that came before as Robbie strains to get it off, at last there’s a tearing sound and the tank flies off, exposing a gut now decidedly hanging over his waist. Staring at his reflection another joke flies out of his mouth as he cups his new belly, “I always did need a father figure- heh”

Accompanied by laugher echoing in the tiled bathroom, exposed to the cool air his treasure trail races outward. Every swath of new, bare skin on his torso is soon enough enveloped and graced by the expansive garden of curls. Like a rolling storm his alluring V of chest hair shoots downward as his pubes continue the great work begun last night and race upward to meet it. In no time at all, and under his fearful gaze he sees his newly bulky stomach completely covered.

His hands go to yank, to pull, to tear at the blanket of fur covering him. Changing him. He must still be dreaming. With shaking hands he feels his stomach hair thickening, pushing out from pores he didn’t even know he had. Tickling his thicker palms and sticking out in between fatter fingers. Eyes racing to take in all the changes of an upper body he sees not as his stubble thickens into a true beard. In his frantic fear, he does not see as smile lines and other wrinkles begin to crinkle around his eyes.

What he does notice however is a small tan line on his left ring finger. His terrified breath catches in his chest as a lifetime of memories flashes through his head, a face, a name, a wedding- Robert clutches at his head as he tries to will them away. As he forcefully stamps his wider feet and struggles to will himself back to the way he was. The way he should be. 

Retracing his steps he tries to remember if he has gotten on the wrong side of any particularly witchy people. Delving into his mind, even the memories from yesterday seem almost too far to grasp, a lifetime away. With a good deal of effort, Robert is finally able to recall his time at the shoe shop. He remembers James behind the counter and his head burns anew with pain as the young man he sees is incongruent with reality. That’s not what James should look like. Pushing his attention elsewhere he finally remembers: the shoes.

Eyes now burning with determination, Robert stamps back towards his room, floorboards creaking slightly under his new weight as they’ve never and always done. And then he sees them, such tacky shoes something within him initially swears he would never be caught dead in them, though this is overpowered by the undeniable fact that they are his. His feet feel cold on the floor of his bedroom.

Looking at the sneakers he’s suddenly filled with affection as he remembers James giving them to him. James. Not the twink working at a shoe store though, no his James. Staring at them his heart flutters just as it did in a past life as his hair starts to thin slightly as its peppered with a few grey strands. His thumb goes to twist and play with a ring not on his hand as he sits there, lost in a daydream on his bed.

Totally distracted, he doesn’t hear the frame creak, from his weight nor from its expansion as it surges larger. The apartment around him slowly changes to fit his new partnered life as he zeroes in on the pair of shoes in front of him. His James. Under his thick beard his tight lips curl into a coy grin as his hands slowly reach down to pick up the shoes, and with little ado at all he tosses them on.

And then Rob is totally overcome. Morning wood that has yet had a chance to dissipate creates a need that simply must be addressed. Thicker palms struggle to sneak under the strained waistband of his briefs and in doing so finally free his heavier cock to the open air. Seeing the stream of pre running down its veiny length he is also made aware of the stain that has slowly been growing in said briefs before discarding them altogether to focus on sating this all-encompassing hunger.

His eyes almost cross as his hands hesitantly begin to rub the length of his rod, and then he gasps as he feels a wedding band get tangled in his pubes. In between heady sensuous gasps as he tries to not cum prematurely he moans out with a grin he utterly wishes not to have painted on his face, “Man, I’ve heard of a hair-trigger but this is ridiculous!” And before he can laugh at this not even a joke, he loses control. 

His wider hips thrust into his meaty palms as he shoots load after load flying. With each involuntary heave, as his cock bobs in the air, he is cemented into his new life. Changed into his new self. He is molded into a father, into Rob. Piece by piece every aspect of who he once was is untethered and replaced by brilliant memories of his new life.

His coat finishes its march as curls launch over his shoulders and he remembers meeting James when they were younger. He remembers falling in love and tying the knot after years of dating. Family pictures dot the room around him and clink against the hallway wall as he remembers growing older alongside his love. With a final thrust, Rob’s exuberant first orgasm finishes and he falls backwards onto the bed, lying on a comforter he clearly remembers his husband convincing him to buy. And then, from the stress of becoming a new man, he falls back asleep.

Impossible to say how long he sleeps, though he is awakened by impatient shouting elsewhere in the house, “Rob! You had better be up! We’re not going to be late to Kay’s concert!” Blearily sitting up, Rob feels his bones settle into their new age as his weight finishes its redistribution. Scratching at his decidedly larger belly, his rougher hands tussle and toy with the curls on a gut that filled him with fear not moments ago. Now it only feels right, cupping his warm hairy stomach, he knows this is who he is and who he should be. He sits for a few moments bathing in acceptance, though quickly there’s a fog as he’s confused on what exactly he’s accepting?

Scratching his thinned hairline, he can’t quite put a finger on it. Before he can investigate the strange sensation, this man, his husband shouts again, “You’d better be ready to go in 30!”

“Oop!” The bear of a man quickly hops off the bed and kicks off the shoes to head into the shower. Gotta look his best for his little angel!

James’ll tear him a new one if he’s not going to be ready on time, hah! But he’ll charm his way out of it just like he always does. Despite the rush he takes time to appreciate his reflection, posing and flexing, observing his curves before nodding with a wink, “Old man’s still got it- heh!” Spending as long as reasonably can basking in his reflection, Rob sprints as fast as his back lets him to get ready for the concert. 

Sifting through a wardrobe as familiar as the back of his hairy hand he throws on suspenders and well-fitted polo. Rushing into the living room he shouts, “And Time!” His new bass resonating deep in his chest. Standing at the door holding a bouquet of flowers for their Kay, the love of his life rolls his eyes and crosses his own burly arms, “Are you about done there Honey? I’m ready to go.” Rob smirks as he’s been laid up now for the joke of a lifetime, “Hi ready to go, I’m dad.” He winks as his husband scoffs before wryly smiling and pulling him over by his unbuttoned collar.

Both men laugh before their mouths find each other as they kiss for the first and thousandth time, each one before flashing through their minds. During the act, James furtively buttons up the top few buttons of his husband’s collar before pulling away. Looking at his husband lovingly over glasses, “You know Kay asked us not to embarrass her in front of her friends Hon.” Rob employs a haughty gasp and puts a hand over his forehead, slightly exposing the hair stretching down his inner forearm. Peeking to see if his husband laughs at his dramatics he gives up the ghost and agrees with a still performative sigh.

“Ahh, I suppose I'll do my best. Anything for our little princess!” Ushered out the door by his husband, the pair at last leave their shared home and hop in Rob’s car, now shifted into an family SUV. Adjusting his mirrors to his final height when he puts the car into reverse James looks at him expectantly. Rob just smiles, holding back the joke and resting his hairy hand on his husband’s thigh, more than content at this life he lives. James overlays his own hand and the men simply sit in each other's silence as long-married couples are wont to do, overjoyed to continue onward in their shared slice of heaven.

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Happy with his daddy...

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Pretty curious on how this will go. Just couldn't think of much else after this room boy brought dinner earlier.

I waited quite a bit until I could grab him after his shift.

Now I just have to enjoy some pool-time. I guess it isn't very common for the staff to use the hotel-facilities...

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Taking care of his new suit...

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The Switch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Clone Machine

A light elbow to the chest woke Tyson from his sleep. He quickly opened his eyes, looking around at his surroundings in alarm until he realized that he was in lecture hall. He must have fallen asleep in class again. He glanced over at his friend Matthew, who gave him a little smirk.

“How long was I asleep for?” Tyson muttered under his breath.

“Only a couple of minutes. I would’ve woken you sooner, but you look so cute when you sleep,” Matthew replied with a wink.

Lecture had just ended, and both Tyson and Matthew rose from their seats and packed their bags.

“Tyson? Can I have a word with you?” Professor Duncan called from the front of the lecture hall.

“I’ll wait for you outside. Good luck,” Matthew whispered, heading towards the exit with the other students.

Tyson let out a sigh as he approached Professor Duncan. The man was in his early fifties, with short gray hair and a well weathered face that indicated he had been through much in his life. He looked on at Tyson disapprovingly with his steely gaze, packing his own supplies into his satchel as he did so.

“Did you have a good rest?” Duncan asked snidely with no trace of amusement.

“Professor, I -” Tyson started.

“I’m sure you have a good excuse, just as you did the last half a dozen times I caught you sleeping in my class. I am not interested in your personal issues. What I am interested in is why you choose to take up a spot in my class when there is a waitlist of students that actually want to learn what I am teaching,” Duncan lectured, sliding off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

“It’s just-” Tyson tried again.

“Every single person in this class has personal issues going on, Tyson. The difference between them and you is that they find a way to manage their problems so they can contribute meaningfully to this class, not sleep through it. At this point, you are going to need to ace the midterm next week just to scrape by with a passing grade, and based on your academic history, I find that highly doubtful,” Duncan slung his satchel up his arm and started heading for the lecture exit, walking past Tyson as he did so.

“Are you saying you’re kicking me out of the class?” Tyson asked in shock.

Duncan glanced over his shoulder at Tyson, a trace of pity in his dark blue eyes. “I’m saying that you need to get your priorities in check. Must I remind you that failing my class means you will get cut from all extracurricular activities?” Before Tyson could respond, Professor Duncan swiftly exited out into the hallway, leaving him along with his thoughts.

“So how bad did that go?” Matthew asked once Tyson emerged from the classroom. Matthew was the same age as Tyson, and the two had been good friends since meeting as freshmen in college. While Tyson was the athletic type, Matthew was more academic oriented. Despite being heavily dedicated to his studies, Matthew was in good physique, with his daily morning runs allowing him to maintain a slim frame. He had curly blonde hair and bright green eyes with a charming smile that gave him the perfect boy-next-door appearance.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Tyson replied sullenly, falling in step with Matthew as they made their way through the campus towards the parking lot.

“Not great then,” Matthew surmised.

“He’s saying I’m going to fail the course. And if I fail the course, that means I’m off the team,” Tyson explained through gritted teeth, clenching his fists.

“It sounds like you could really use study group then. I’m meeting some friends in the library to prep for next week’s midterm; you should come,” Matthew offered.

“Nothing would make me happier, but I’ve got to get to work,” Tyson declined reluctantly. He could really use the extra help studying, but there was no way he could afford not to go into work. He was barely keeping up with his tuition payments and Kyle kept bothering him about getting caught up in his rent.

“Sorry, I forgot. Well, if you get off early, we’ll likely be studying late tonight. Text me!” Matthew shouted as he hurried away, heading towards the campus library.

---

Tyson wiped a thick layer of grease off the deep fryers with a damp cloth, hard rock music pounding through his headphones. Luckily, it had been a slower night at work so far, and Leon had agreed to maintain the counter so that Tyson could focus on cleaning up the kitchen.

“Tyson!” Leon shouted so that Leon could hear him over the music blaring through his ears. Tyson looked up from the fryer and took out his headphones, turning to face Leon.

Leon was in his early thirties, with a dark black baseball cap covering his bright cotton candy pink hair. He also had on a long-sleeved black shirt to cover the sleeves of tattoos he had on both his arms. The only hint of his rebellious nature noticeable in his work attire was the metal spike running through his right eyebrow. Tyson and Leon had been flirting with each other since they had started working together months ago, but with Tyson’s busy schedule he didn’t have time to even think about pursuing relationships.

“I’m heading out for a smoke break. Can you watch the counter?” Leon asked. Tyson nodded in agreement, rising from his knees and taking off the grease-stained apron he was wearing before heading out front to the counter area.

The bell rung, and Tyson looked to see his teammate and rival Travis entering. Travis was wearing his varsity letterman’s jacket with a skin-tight V-neck shirt on underneath, showing off his pecs and abs. Tyson and Travis had briefly been friends when they joined the football team at the same time, but Travis quickly grew to resent Tyson after Tyson had been made starting quarterback by their coach.

“Oh hey, Tyson,” Travis laughed, giving Tyson a quick once over in his unflattering work uniform, “I forgot you worked at this shithole.” Travis ran his hand through his spiky jet-black hair, his dark brown eyes sparkling with joy at torturing Tyson.

“What do you want, Travis?” Tyson asked, rolling his eyes.

“Missed you at football practice tonight. Not really, because it gave me another chance to show coach how wrong he was to make you part of our starting line,” Travis continued.

“I had to work. Coach was okay with me missing practice,” Tyson explained, feeling the rage seething inside of him.

“Still,” Travis smirked, “You’ve been missing a lot of practices lately. How long do you think Coach realizes you’re dead weight and just drops you from the team completely?”

Tyson wanted to leap over the counter and punch Travis, but he knew that would do him no good. Instead he calmly steadied his breathing and maintained a stony expression while facing Travis. “Are you going to order something?”

“Nah, I think I’ve lost my appetite. The smell wafting off you is rancid,” Travis chuckled, turning to exit.

After their shift, Leon offered to take Tyson out for a drink, but Tyson had to politely decline. As much as he loved the idea of having some downtime, he needed to get some sleep to be ready for football practice tomorrow. After his run in with Travis, Tyson needed to be sure to bring his A game.

---

Tyson slowly crept into the small apartment he was renting out, trying not to awaken his roommate Kyle. It was well after midnight, and he didn’t want another noise complaint. As he was making a quick dinner before bed, he noticed a note left on the fridge.

'Tyson, I wanted to talk to you about this in person but you’re never home these days. You are still two months behind in rent. You know I like you and I don’t mind covering for you now and again, but this is getting out of hand. I can’t keep paying both your rent and mine. If you can’t get caught up by the end of the month, I’m going to have to start looking for another roommate. -Kyle’

Tyson shook his head in frustration, feeling completely overwhelmed and unsure of how to proceed. He just didn’t have enough time to do everything he needed to do; it was impossible to juggle a full-time job, college courses and varsity football. Some days he wished he could split himself in two; it felt like the only way he could ever get ahead in life.

Tyson’s cellphone chimed, and he pulled it out of his pocket to see that he’d just received an email. He opened his inbox to see that it was just another spam mail; he was about to delete it when the email heading caught his interest.

“Clone machine?” He read aloud, arching his eyebrows.

---

Tyson woke up early the next morning to the sound of the doorbell. Jumping out of bed, he quickly slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a muscle shirt and hurried towards the front door. Kyle was still asleep, as was to be expected; Kyle worked from home in the software industry and usually didn’t start his day until around 10.

Tyson unlocked the apartment door and pulled it open to find there was no one in the hallway. He leaned out and did a quick look both ways, but there was no sign of movement. Glancing downwards, Tyson noticed a small nondescript cardboard box sitting in front of the apartment doorway; he picked it up before closing and relocking the door.

After returning to his bedroom, Tyson tore open the box to find what looked like a smartwatch inside. It took him a moment to remember that he had clicked on the ad for the Clone Machine late last night; this must have been related to that.

“That was fast delivery,” He muttered to himself, slipping the device around his wrist and hitting the power button on the side. When he had read the advertisement for a Clone Machine, this had certainly not been what he’d been expecting. The screen lit up with text: ‘Scanning, please wait…’

A 3D model of Tyson’s body was projected from the device, showing him naked and erect. Tyson was surprised at the high quality; when he had ordered the device, he had been more or less confident that it was some kind of scam. Looking at the device’s detailed model of his body, Tyson started to feel like it might actually be legitimate.

‘Please confirm subject: Tyson Rogers. Yes/No’ Tyson selected yes on the screen, and the 3D model of himself vanished. ‘Please select target.’

---

After football practice, Coach called Tyson and Travis to his office. Tyson still had the device wrapped around his wrist; it had seemed like a great idea when he’d make the order last night, but now that he actually had the machine in his hands he was having second thoughts. Could he really overwrite somebody else’s life with his own? Making someone into his unwilling clone didn’t seem right, no matter how much easier his own life would be with the ability to split his burdens. He’d been lost in his thoughts all morning, struggling with the dilemma, and knew he hadn’t performed well during practice.

“So here’s the situation, boys,” Coach explained, gesturing for Tyson and Travis to take a seat across his desk from him, “You’re both good. Really good. And I know that it’s common for rivalries to form, but I don’t want that for you two; we’re all on the same team, with the same goal.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Coach,” Travis nodded, a sly smirk on his lips, “Which is why I think it’s so important for the team to show up to every practice. How are we supposed to work effectively if our starting quarterback only shows up half of the time?”

Tyson opened his mouth to object, but Coach but his hands up to silence both of them. “Tyson has already discussed his circumstances with me, Travis, and I don’t want to hear anymore on the matter. That’s not why I called you in here.”

“Why did you call us in here?” Tyson asked, a sense of dread rising in him.

“I have given it a lot of thought, and I have decided that you both should share the roll of leading the team. That means that both of you will be our starting quarterback, alternating games.”

Tyson felt the ground drop out from under him; it was just as Travis had predicted. Coach was punishing him with a demotion because he wasn’t able to commit 100% to practice.

“I think that’s a great idea, Coach,” Travis said, looking at Tyson with a smug sneer of triumph.

“Coach, I…” Tyson started.

“I realize this may seem unfair, Tyson, but it’s my job to do what’s best for the team. This is not up for discussion; Travis will be starting quarterback for the game on Friday, and then you will for the game next week,” Coach stood up from his desk, indicating that the conversation was over. “Now hit the showers.”

Still feeling shell-shocked, Tyson followed Travis into the locker room. Most of the team had already showered and headed out while they’d been in the meeting with Coach, leaving the changeroom practically empty.

“I tried to warn you,” Travis laughed, starting to slip off his football uniform, “It was only a matter of time before Coach realized I’m the better player.”

“Fuck off, Travis,” Tyson responded angrily, pulling his jersey and shoulder pads up over his head.

“Good comeback,” Travis chuckled. He slammed his fist into the locker, leaning in menacingly. “Enjoy the games you have left, because I’m coming for you.”

Travis pulled down his underwear and headed for the shower room, a towel slung over his shoulder. Without stopping to think about it, Tyson raised his wrist and pointed the device towards Travis, pressing the screen to select him as a target. ‘Scanning, please wait…’

A 3D model of Travis was projected from the device. ‘Please confirm target: Travis Smith. Yes/No.’ Tyson didn’t give himself the chance to hesitate, selecting yes as soon as the option was displayed.

‘Cloning in progress…0%’ __ After stripping down fully, Tyson grabbed a towel and headed into the showers. Travis was already at one of the showers, lathering himself up; Tyson went to the shower a few away from the other man.

Travis looked over at Tyson as he entered the shower and grinned. “Like what you see, faggot?”

Tyson blushed bright red as he looked down; he’d been so excited in using the Clone Machine he hadn’t noticed he’d grown a boner. Tyson looked back over at Travis and grinned.

“You’re one to talk,” Tyson mocked, gesturing down at Travis’ member. Travis had been soft when Tyson had entered the showers, but his dick was starting to fill with blood and harden. Travis quickly covered his erection with his hands and turned away from Tyson, clearly flustered.

As Tyson watched on, Travis was slowly starting to grow a bit shorter. Travis has been a few inches taller than Tyson, but he was rapidly losing his height advantage as his limbs shortened until the two men were eye level. Next, Travis’ frame started to broaden, his shoulders widening as he took on a stockier build. Tyson looked down at the device on his wrist. ‘Cloning in progress…30%’.

“Could you pass the soap?” Tyson called out to Travis, trying to get the other man to turn around so he could better watch the changes as they happened. He expected to get a snarky reply, but Travis wordlessly turned back towards Tyson and handed him the bar of soap.

Travis’ pecs seemed to be swelling larger with each breath he took. As they bulked up, the pecs lost a little definition, growing round and beefy. Travis’ six pack abs started to flatten, vanishing as his stomach bulged outwards into a hard muscle gut. Hairs started to grow in a line up Travis’ stomach towards his navel; the patch of hair around his crotch was also growing thicker, starting off as dark brown before lightening to a blonde. The hairs along Travis’ shins and forearms also lightened, growing longer. Curly blonde hairs sprouted from Travis’ chest surrounding his newly hardened nipples.

“I never noticed how hot your body was,” Travis commented, breaking the silence between the two men. Tyson noticed that Travis’ voice was a little less rough and gutteral than usual, sounding softer and more friendly. Travis had taken his own cock in hand, slowly stroking it as he gawked at Tyson’s wet body.

“I didn’t think you were into guys,” Tyson replied, still finding the changes he was seeing right before his eyes unbelievable. As Travis continued to jerk himself, his dick grew slightly shorter but thickened considerably, his balls expanding and hanging lower.

“I wasn’t…I’m not…I’m not sure,” Travis frowned, pausing midstroke to stare off into space and frown. His personality was obviously starting to change, and Travis seemed to be caught in between the new memories from Tyson of being gay and his original memories of being straight.

“You certainly seem to be into guys,” Tyson smirked confidently, taking a step toward Travis and running his hands down his now hairy chest. Travis moaned out as Tyson slid his hand around Travis’ dick, beginning to jerk him.

“Fuck, dude,” Travis panted, wrapping his arms around Tyson and pulling him in closer. Their mouths met for an extended kiss, massaging each other’s tongues. Tyson could feel the muscles in Travis’ arms expand around him as his upper body continued to bulk up.

The two men eventually broke their kiss, and Travis slowly lowered himself down to his knees, taking Tyson’s cock in his hand. Travis’ lean legs had bulked up into two thick, sculpted thighs, the blonde hairs from his shins spreading upwards to cover his entire lower body. Travis’ tight, flat ass was also bulking up, inflating into a round bubble butt as a thin dusting of hairs grew along it.

Tyson glanced down at the device on his wrist. ‘Cloning in progress…80%’. It now appeared that Tyson and Travis were pretty much identical from the neck down, except for a few small minor changes that were still taking place on Travis’ body. Travis licked his tongue along Tyson’s shaft, causing Tyson to moan out and lean against the shower wall. Travis slid the tip of Tyson’s cock into his mouth, flicking his tongue along the head of the cock. Travis slowly took a few more inches of Tyson’s cock into his mouth, sliding back and forth along the shaft. Tyson was running his hands through Travis’ wet black hair, which was growing lighter and slightly longer.

Tyson could feel his balls starting to tighten and knew he was close. Travis’ facial features were quickly readjusting into a facsimile of his own; his dark brown eyes lightened to a soft blue, his eyebrows and nose thickened. Travis had delicate, ‘pretty-boy’ like features, but those were quickly shifting into Tyson’s more masculine face. Travis’ jaw grew more square, as his thick, well groomed beared receded back into his face to leave a light stubble.

“Fuck dude, I’m going to cum.” Travis pulled Tyson’s dick out of his mouth to get a thick rope of cum right in his face.

He heard the device on his wrist beep, and he looked down at it. ‘Cloning process complete.’ He looked down at where Travis had been to find an exact replica of himself kneeling down, face covered in cum. He noticed that his new clone had also blown his load, having been jerking off during the blowjob.

“Travis?” Tyson asked apprehensively, reaching his arm down to help his clone back up to his feet.

“I still have some of Travis’ memories, but they’re quickly fading,” the new Tyson replied, dunking his head under the shower to rinse off his face. “It worked; I’m now you. Well, I’m me, who is also you.”

“Shit. So Travis is gone for good?” Tyson asked, feeling a small pang of guilt. Travis had been a jerk, but did he really deserve what Tyson had done to him?

“We did what we had to do,” The other Tyson replied reassuringly, “Travis was going to ruin everything for us.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I can’t believe that actually worked.” Tyson and his clone stood face to face; it was like looking in a mirror.

“One of us needs to get dressed and head to class soon. It’d be really bad if there’s two of us and we still miss our lecture,” The other Tyson suggested, grabbing a towel and starting to dry himself off.

“We still have some time. First…” Tyson said, grabbing his clone and pushing him up against the wall.

“First?” His clone grinned back at him, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“I’ve always wondered what I taste like,” Tyson smirked, sliding down to his knees.

To be continued?

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Goofin' around...

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He really wanted that personal trainer! But he wanted more than that.

That is, when I come into play...

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"I possessed a big-bellied cop."

AI shorts. Generating these clips costs me over a hundred dollars. Hope you like it, give me a like or comment.

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ReMod App ~ One Tap to Rewrite it All

Daniel lounged back on the sun-warmed pool chair, sweat glistening on his broad chest as he casually sipped a glass of ice water and scrolled through his phone. His legs sprawled confidently, his sculpted frame barely contained in the snug black swim trunks that hugged his powerful thighs. He wore a backwards cap, massive headphones over his ears, and a lazy, satisfied grin that screamed self-assurance. Every now and then, a group of girls would giggle as they passed, stealing glances at him—and he’d flash them a knowing smirk, as if that had always been his reality.

And as far as Daniel knew… it had.

Only a few days ago, Daniel had been the least noticeable guy on the trip. He was wiry, short, and always the “funny friend,” not the one who drew attention. Sick of always playing second fiddle to his ripped, confident buddies, he’d been scrolling through his phone one night at the hotel and came across an ad for the ReMod App. It looked like some silly avatar-editing game, so he downloaded it, laughed at how you could tweak your height, body hair, jawline, and even “confidence aura.” He sculpted the perfect version of himself—tall, tan, muscular, and undeniably hot—and clicked confirm.

What he hadn’t noticed were the settings at the bottom:

[✓] Reality Rewrite

[✓] Self Forget Enabled

When the transformation hit, Daniel didn’t feel a thing. Because as far as he knew, he had always looked like this.

Gone were his old insecurities and self-deprecating humor. In their place was easy charm, natural swagger, and a track record of attention from both women and men alike. His friends never questioned the shift—because to them, Daniel had always been the alpha of the group.

There were no old photos, no records of who he used to be. Every image, ID, and memory had been rewritten to reflect the body he now had. The ReMod App, now deleted and forgotten, had done its job perfectly.

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The Parental Solution - Loose Ends

(Story originally posted August 15th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated

This is a sequel to The Parental Solution! Make sure to read that story first ❤️

I woke up to a sight I never imagined I’d see. My own dad still sound asleep next to me in bed. A couple weeks ago it would’ve seemed insane. Sleeping in bed next to my dad who I could tell was naked just by how close we were under the sheets. I still hadn’t given in to all his temptations yet thank god. It was hard but necessary, all things considered. Instead I listened to him snore ever so slightly as I reflected on how the hell I’d even managed to get into this situation.

My best friend Jason took over my dad’s body using the potion I bought from a magic shop so he could get away from his terrible parents. Immediately after he picked up on my own hidden crush for my dad and started teasing me about it all the time. Whispering dirty things in my ear using my dad’s raspy voice. Wearing almost nothing around the house to show off his body to me whenever he could. And with everyday it got harder and harder to hide my growing lust for him. I finally gave in and started calling him Dad rather than Jason, even referring to him by my dad’s name Bryce from time to time.

I looked over at him in bed with me, his morning wood pressing against the bed sheets. With a sigh I got up out of bed as quietly as possible to not wake my dad up. I tugged on some of my clothes from yesterday and made my way downstairs where I brewed myself a hot cup of coffee. I put some bread in the toaster and waited a couple minutes for it to pop out again before spreading some butter on it and digging in.

My attention however was then turned from my breakfast to a knocking at the door. It was a brisk but loud knock, as if made by someone that didn’t particularly want to be knocking in the first place. Regardless I set down my toast, wiped off my hands and marched towards the front door. I groggily opened up and of all the people I thought might’ve been knocking at our door, the man that I saw stood on the other side was the last person I could’ve imagined.

He was a middle aged albeit very handsome man. About average height with a sturdy body that’d definitely seen some time in the gym. He adorned a well trimmed salt and pepper haircut with a short beard that accentuated his somewhat thick mustache. But he wasn’t just any hot older daddy. He was Jason’s fucking dad!

“Mr Simmons?” I questioned.

“Ah. Aaron…” I could tell by the sour look on his face that he wasn’t exactly pleased to see me. “Is your father home? I’d like to speak to him.” He asked in a forced polite tone.

I had to stop myself from blushing at the mention of my own dad as my mind couldn’t help flashing back to all the teasing that’s gone on between us. “Uhh yeah but he’s still in bed right now. Long day at work yesterday and what not…” I lied, not sure if Jason/Bryce would want to see his former father.

Mr Simmons sighed. “In that case I’ll ask you. It’s about my son. Jason.” He began sternly. “He’s been missing for over two weeks now and we haven’t found a single trace of him anywhere. It’s driving his mother and I mad. We’d begun to think the stupid boy had just ran off on his own until just the other day I was told someone saw him going into your house the night he disappeared. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you boy?” His tone turned threatening very fast.

“N-no. I have no idea where Jason is. All we did was hang out and then I thought he went home. I’ve got no idea where he is.” I expressed, clearly intimidated by the scowling man in front of me. Obviously it was another lie but what else could I say? Oh yeah sorry Mr Simmons but your son took over my dad’s body because you’re a huge asshole and a terrible father? Yeah no. Unfortunately the older man didn’t seem pleased with my answer.

“Yeah? Well I think you know more about this than you’re telling me. I know you were the one always filling Jason’s head with all the queer bullshit. Trying to turn him into a fag like you unlike the good Christian man his mother and I have been raising him to be.” And there it was. One huge part of the reason Jason had hated his parents so much. On top of all the abuse and manipulation, they were also homophobic bible thumpers. I still remember Jason telling me how they’d always drag him to church while telling him he’d go to hell if he wasn’t straight and christian like they were. Apparently I was the only person he’d felt comfortable coming out to after all that. “You probably convinced him to run away with a bunch of those disgusting fairies didn’t you.” He continued to accuse, his fists balling up slightly.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel extremely intimidated at that moment. “I already told you. I don’t know where Jason is! He didn’t tell me anything alright! If I did, I promise I would tell you.” Once again bending the truth quite significantly but it was all I could do. Thankfully he seemed to buy it for now.

“Fine.” He relaxed his shoulders slightly, no longer looking as though he was gonna beat the shit out of me. “But if I find out you had anything to do with this…” his scowl was more evident than ever as he poked his finger against my chest. “I’ll make sure your queer ass gets sent to hell sooner than you think.” And with an angry snuff he backed away before turning to leave, prompting me to let out a huge sigh of relief. Thankful to still be in one piece.

Seconds later I heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind me followed by a familiar set of thick arms wrapping around me. “Who was that?” Bryce, my new and improved dad, asked.

“It was your asshole father.” I replied bluntly.

Bryce immediately looked up to see the man marching away from our house. His former father. “Jesus… sorry you had to deal with him.” He apologised to me. “Though, this might be weird of me to say but, Mr Simmons is pretty hot now I think about it.” He admitted, knowing I couldn’t exactly judge him for it all things considered. “He’s got a pretty nice ass don't ya think?” As he said that I could already feel his hard cock pressing up against my back.

“Dude. Seriously, what is wrong with you? That used to be your dad.” I said flatly while giving him a look over my shoulder.

“Yeah. He used to be my dad. Not anymore. Now he’s just a dude across the street.” He reasoned. “A hot guy across the street…”

Naturally I couldn’t help checking out the ass of that bible thumper, still being just close enough for me to get a good view of how well those shorts framed it. “I guess so… I mean he’d probably be super fucking hot if he wasn’t such homophobic piece of shit among other things.” As I’d already admitted to myself, the man was a total daddy stud.

“If only a body like that belonged to someone who actually deserved it…” He murmured in my ear with a grin.

Right away I knew exactly what he was implying. But could I do that?! I mean his dad has quite the reputation around here. Being revered by some of the more radical church goers in the community as the perfect example of what a man should be while being hated by most others for being a complete dickhead. To be honest even a lot of other Christian’s around here didn’t like him for how much he screamed about how the rest of us are gonna go to hell or whatever. Especially when it comes to the LGBTQ community. It was honestly disgusting the way he acted most of the time, even towards his own son. Yet I couldn’t help but agree that because of all that… maybe he didn’t deserve such a hot body.

———

The door to a familiar magic shop opened up with a jingle.

“So this is where you got that crazy potion from before huh?” Bryce asked as he walked inside first, myself following close behind him. He looked around, marveling at the well decorated shop and scanning his eyes across all sorts of items that would seemingly have some kind of magical property hidden within them.

“Yup. This is the place. I thought it was all fake when I first came here.” I replied as we made our way towards the front desk. However, the man standing at the desk wasn’t the same guy who’d served me last time. He wore the same strange uniform as the other guy had but it was a slightly older looking man this time. I couldn’t put my finger on it but he had a very ‘high school teacher’ vibe about him with the silver flecked hair and the glasses.

He smiled and ushered us over. “Welcome sirs! What can I help you with!” He asked enthusiastically. “We’ve got all sorts of magical items on sale here. Some are even sample-able!”

At first I assumed this was just another dude that helped run the shop. That is until I saw his name tag. “Simon? The guy who helped me out last time I was here was named Gil. He mentioned you were his boyfriend. When I was here he took a potion that made him huge and hairy to prove the magic was real.” I laughed

“Oh so you’re the customer he did that for eh? If I remember correctly he told me you bought nectar of the bodysnacher. How was it? Get the body you wanted?” He asked curiously.

I shrugged and turned to my dad who was standing behind and motioned towards him. “I dunno you’re gonna have to ask him. He’s the one who used it.” I explained. “He’s actually my best friend Jason. Same age as me. But we used the nectar so he could take over my dad’s body. And if you ask me he’s a better dad than my old one ever was!” I smirked, having fully embraced having a horny dad that wanted to fuck me.

“Woah! Now that’s something.” Simon commented. “Good choice though if I may add.” His eyes ran up and down Bryce’s body. That muscled father of mine had decided to wear some of his tightest clothes to show off every inch of his form, leaving very little to the imagination when it came to the curves of his muscles and the bulge in his crotch area.

“So what about Gil?” I wondered. “Did that potion finally wear off?”

Simon chuckled a little. “Well… uhhh no actually. It should’ve worn off by now but I’m gonna be honest, I was obsessed with what that muscle bear potion did to him. He’s so thick now that hardly any of his clothes fit and the few that do are skin tight. He’s got that massive jiggling belly and such thick arms and legs. God don’t even get me started on his huge ass. And all that body hair just drives me crazy!” He went on a bit of tangent about every minor detail of Gil’s new bear bod. “Long story short, I might’ve begged him to take some more temporary muscle bear potions to extend the effects of it.” He admitted with a slightly embarrassed look. “I was thinking of even asking him to take a permanent one that doesn’t have a time limit hahah…”

“God that sounds hot…” Bryce chirped in, his own stolen cock pressing tightly against his pants as he pictured everything the man behind the counter was saying.

“Anyway. Sorry. That was slightly unprofessional of me to share all that.” Simon stood up a little straighter and attempted to hide his own boner. “Oh! And speak of the devil!” He added, looking past me and Bryce.

The pair of us turn to see a huge bear of a man appearing from behind one of the many aisles. I recognised him right away as the same man that sold me that potion last time I was here. Gilgamesh! And just like Simon had said, that potion certainly hadn’t worn off. He was even now wearing the same clothes as last time except a much bigger size to accommodate his larger body. He recognised me right away and came up to say hello.

“Hey what’s up! Is this your friend that you told me about?” Gil asked as his eyes scanned Bryce’s body just like Simon’s had.

“Yup! But now I’ve gotta call him Dad.” I went on to explain everything to Gil. Telling him all about how Bryce and I had snuck into my Dad’s room while he was asleep after getting Bryce to drink the nectar and put on a pair of my dad’s used socks. Bryce even made sure to clasp a hand on my shoulder while adding how much our relationship had deepened since that night…

“Well I’m glad to hear everything worked out for the two of you!” Gil said as he went in for a big bear hug. “Sorry. Side effect of the muscle bear potion. Makes me wanna bear hug everyone.” He apologised with a guffaw. Though I certainly didn’t mind being squeezed against his big belly to be honest. “Anyway, as much as I love seeing the aftermath of one of my sales, I get the feeling you’re here for something else?”

Bryce and I shared a glance. “Well you see. There’s a man that lives on our street. Total asshole. Harasses those who don’t go to church. Threatens innocent people that do things he doesn’t agree with. And treated his own son like dirt.” Bryce began using my dad’s gruff voice, knowing he used to be that son before everything changed for the better. “But the thing… despite all that he’s still hot as fuck.”

I took over from there. “So the two of us have decided that someone as horrible as him doesn’t deserve to have such an incredible body. So we were hoping you might still have some more of that bodysnachers nectar around here?” I wiggled my eyebrows a little at the burly man. “You know… so someone a little more worthy of that body can take it instead.” I added.

Gil smirked. “I see. Well in that case we better go take a look.” He enthusiastically slung a big hairy arm over my shoulder before leading Bryce and I over to the very same aisle as last time I was here. I could see out of the corner of my eye how Bryce was stopping here and there to read the labels and descriptions of certain items. My attention however was swiftly brought back to Gil as the hirsute man stopped in front of some rather empty looking shelves.

“Ahhh yes. A large group of old men came here the other day and bought a bunch of bodysnatcher’s nectar in bulk. They were planning something about sneaking into a college frat house and taking over all the young jocks there I think. They wouldn’t stop talking about wanting to be young dumb and full of… well you get the idea.” He explained nonchalantly. Just the idea of that had me hard as fuck. “But if you’re lucky… there might just be…” Gil stuck his arm down the shelf and reached right towards the back until his meaty hand finally grabbed something. “One left at the back!” He pulled out one last bodysnatcher’s nectar with a big cheesy grin before handing me the vial.

“Thanks so much Gil! I’ll promise I’ll put it to good use. You can count on that!” I reassured him. “How much do I owe ya again?” I reached into my pocket for some money but as I did the bigger man stopped me.

“It’s on the house this time.” He generously offered. “All I ask in return is that you come back again once you’ve taken your new body so my boyfriend and I can judge for ourselves just how hot this asshole really is.” Gil gave me a reassuring pat on the back. “Besides, judging by how interested your ‘Dad’ is in those spell books, I suspect the two of you’ll be bringing us some more business soon enough.” He gestured over towards Bryce who had his nose deep in one of said spell books.

———

“Do you remember where the spare key is?” I whispered, now stood outside Jason’s old house where both of his religious parents still lived. Bryce didn’t say a word. He simply reached up and into the hanging flower basket above my head before pulling out a key. “I’ll take that as a yes.” We unlocked the front door as discreetly as possible while trying our best to look inconspicuous as we slipped inside.

With how many times Jason had been to my house over the years, I’d never actually been to his. I gotta say though, it’s exactly what I’d imagined. Dull, muted colours. Mundane decorations and furniture. Crosses hung up on half the walls in the house. There was even a huge bible quote on one of the living room walls as if it were a live laugh love sign or something. And the awkward, blank faced family photos only made it weirder.

“Now you can see why I hated living here.” Bryce said bluntly. He almost always acted like my dad to an extent but right now he couldn’t help seeing him as the neighbour he used to be. My friend Jason. “Let’s just get on with this. My parents' room is upstairs.” He hurried us along, ascending the steep staircase.

Before long he led us to a rather large and tidy bedroom. Freshly cleaned sheets, sparkling mirrors, not a single item of clothing lying around. If I had to give Jason’s parents something, they were certainly clean and organised. I didn’t let the cleanliness distract me from the reason we were here though. “So. Where’s your dad’s stuff?” I asked.

“Over here.” Bryce guided me over to the left side of the bed. There he swiftly yanked open a few of the bedside drawers until we found one filled with men’s socks and underwear. “This is his. Grab something quick. It won’t be long before he’s back from work.”

I reached into the draw and quickly pulled out a pair of black and white socks. “And you’re sure your mom isn’t gonna be with him or anything?”

He shook his head. “Nope. She works late on Monday’s. She shouldn’t be back till the late evening. We’ll have hours to do this before she even leaves work.” Bryce reassured me. “My dad on the other hand should be here any second so you’d better drink that magic stuff now.”

I didn’t argue. Right away I reached into my pocket and pulled out the vial. Nectar of the bodysnatcher. The very same stuff that’d given Bryce the more mature body he flaunted now. I twisted off the lid and, without a second thought, downed the entire thing. Right away I could feel something strange. It was the magic settling inside my body and waiting to be activated. Once that was done I kicked off my own shoes and socks before tugging on the clean socks belonging to none other than Nolan Simmons.

“Did you feel it?” Bryce asked.

“Feel what?”

“The spark. When you pulled the socks on?”

I had no idea what he was talking about. “Spark? What spark?”

He looked just as confused as me. “A couple weeks back when I pulled on your dad’s socks before taking his body, I felt a weird spark the moment I pulled them on. You’re saying you didn’t-” Bryce cut himself off as suddenly we heard the front door swing open and a familiar voice from downstairs muttering about how his stupid wife hadn’t locked the door before leaving this morning. Well if we needed any more proof that he was an asshole, there it was.

“Shit, shit. Quick! Hide!” I whispered in a panicked voice. We did exactly as we’d planned. Bryce quickly hid behind the bedroom door while I jumped inside the closet. I feel like there might’ve been some irony there but I was far more distracted by the sound of Mr Simmons’ angry footsteps ascending the stairs. As he did I could only hope everything went according to plan otherwise Bryce and I would probably end up in a jail cell.

Quickly the footsteps reached the top of the stairs before trudging down the hallway and towards the bedroom. Bryce readied himself. Another moment or two passed by and my heart practically skipped a beat when I saw the same man that’d been threatening me this morning. I watched with baited breath through the cracks in the closet door as he entered the room. He seemed as though he was heading in my direction and immediately I began to think of what a man like that would do if he found me hiding in here. Luckily however, before he could reach the closet, Bryce came out from behind the door before quickly sneaking up on Nolan and grabbing him from behind without warning! Immediately trying his best to restrain the man he once called his father.

“W-WHAT THE!? GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!” Mr Simmons shouted in a blaze of shock and panic. “LET GO OF ME YOU-GRAHH!” His protest was interrupted as Bryce forced his former father to the ground. Nolan Simmons might’ve been strong but my dad was pretty strong in his own right. Strong enough to overpower Nolan in a surprise situation like this. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!? WHO ARE YOU?!” He continued to scream and shout, not being able to get a proper look at the man who was holding him in place. Before long he found himself being forced down and pinned to the floor completely.

“Stop struggling asshole. Just give in and soon you’ll feel soooo much better.” Bryce cooed into the protesting man’s ear.

Nolan's eyes went wide. He recognised that voice. The voice of a man he’d once had a close friendship with that was eventually ripped apart. All because their sons began hanging out and ‘encouraging each other to be queer’ as Nolan put it. “Hold on…Bryce??”

“You’re half right.” I chimed as I stepped out from my hiding spot. “You know when you came to my house this morning asking about Jason? Well. I lied. I know exactly where your son is.” I took a few steps closer until I was stood looking down at the very same man that’d seemed so intimidating to me not long ago. “He’s right there, holding you down.” I said bluntly, causing Mr Simmon’s face to twist in confusion. “I’ve gotta say he makes a much better father than you and my former dad combined.” I taunted him.

The bible thumper could hardly believe or even understand what he was hearing. Instead he resorted to throwing a slurry of homophobic slurs at the two of us. All the while trying in vain to kick and wriggle his way out of Bryce’s grip. Usually hearing those kinds of hurtful words would’ve pissed both of us off but right now, knowing what was to come for this man, we couldn’t help but pity him. Even if he didn’t deserve pity.

“Lift him up a little for me would you dad?. I’ve gotta kiss him to activate the magic, remember?” I asked.

Bryce smirked, adjusting his position a little before carefully maneuvering until he was able to pull Nolan up onto his knees. The silver haired man’s arms still restrained and his ankles pinned. Unable to move. “How’s that?” Bryce asked.

“Perfect.” I confirmed while getting a better look at the body before me. That handsome face that seemed so masculine yet somewhat adorable at the same time. Those pecs pressing tightly against his shirt. That noticeable bulge in his work pants. And so sooo much more. And Nolan didn’t deserve a single bit of it. But I did. Then, much to Nolan’s disgust, I stripped off all my clothes in a blink of an eye leaving only the pair of stolen socks on my feet. I stood proud with a victorious look on my face as I let my average dick swing free in front of a homophobe.

Part of me wanted to bask in the moment a little more but I was far too eager to get this underway. And so I quickly got down onto my knees and before Nolan could do anything to stop me, I pressed my lips hard against his. He tried to recoil but he couldn’t go far. I had him… or at least I thought I did. I kissed him for a good 10 seconds or so and nothing happened to the point where I eventually found myself pulling away.

“W-what?” I muttered, not understanding why it hadn’t worked. At the same time Nolan took the opportunity to spit at me and shout even more slurs. Even angrier than before as he called us disgusting perverts. I asked Bryce and he didn’t seem to have any idea either… that is until I remembered what he’d said earlier just after I’d pulled on the socks. “Wait… no spark.” I mumbled. That’s when it hit me. Step 2 of getting the nectar to work was wearing a recently worn article of clothing. These socks were washed and put away unlike the dirty pair of socks Bryce used when he took over my Dad.

“What is it Aaron?! Why didn’t it work?” Bryce asked, starting to get a little worried as they didn’t really have a backup plan.

“I think I know.” I pulled off the fresh socks I’d stolen before walking around and behind to two men. “Just keep him still. I’m gonna try something.” I crouched down and shuffled between Bryce’s legs a little until I had easy access to Nolan’s large brown loafers. Against his very clear wishes I slipped his shoes off and put them to one side. I’ll be honest it was hard to ignore the strong scent that came with them. If there wasn’t a sense of urgency I might’ve taken a moment to press my nose inside each loafer. Instead I focused on those large socked feet I’d unleashed.

“If these don’t work then nothing will.” I mumbled before gripping the sweaty black socks and pulling them off Nolan’s feet one at a time. I tried to resist but I couldn’t stop myself from giving those pungent socks a quick sniff. A little hypocritical considering I’d reprimand Bryce for doing the same thing. I even kept one of them pressed against my nose as I stood up and walked back around in front of them.

“What!? You wanna huff on my socks now you disgusting little cock sucker!?!” Nolan yelled.

I took the large pair of socks and began tugging them over my feet. “Oh I want a whole lot more than that.” And then, as soon as I pulled on that second sock, I felt it. The spark. Coursing through my body. My once wavering confidence rushed back in full force. “I want to touch, smell and see your body wherever I go. I want to turn your homophobic ass into the biggest homo this side of the earth. I want… you.” There must've been an almost crazed look in my eyes as even Bryce seemed a little spooked when I grabbed the sides of Nolan’s head. “And now. You’re going to be all mine.”

And with that I slammed my lips against his with even more passion than before. Feeling his thick mustache forced to rub against my upper lips while he groaned in protest through the kiss, unable to stop me.

His groans of protest would quickly turn to grunts of fears as the magic began to activate. It seemed all I needed was a more recently worn pair of socks as now our lips were stuck together and impossible to part. Seeing that the process had begun, Bryce let go of his former father and the first thing the panicking man tried to do was pull away from me. But to no avail. Because of this Nolan began freaking out! Forcing both of us up to our feet before stumbling around the room. For a second Bryce looked as though he was about to step in again until I used all my strength to push Nolan onto the bed. The pair of us fell back onto the soft sheets, my naked body landing on top of him. Before he had another chance to move or fight I wrapped my arms and legs around him with a firm grip.

Nolan made every effort to break free but I’d latched on tight and wasn’t about to let go. Before he could battle against me any further though, the most delightful sensation imaginable passed over my entire being which caused me to let out an involuntary moan into the kiss. And to my surprise Nolan let out a similar groan into my mouth seconds later. His eyes had begun to roll back slightly as I could only guess that a similar sensation had overtaken him as well. If anything he must’ve been in even more ecstasy than I was judging by how his thick dad cock had begun to harden in his pants, causing his bulge to grow obscenely before rubbing up against me. Yet through all the grunts and groans I could tell he still wanted to fight. He tried to push me away but the pleasure that ran through him was draining any strength he might’ve had to struggle against me. Before long Nolan's body couldn’t help but give in to me and the magic flowing between us. Now the next phase could begin.

It’d been one thing seeing Jason disappear inside my dad’s body but actually feeling my own body and limbs getting sucked inside Nolan’s large muscular frame was something else entirely! My hands were one of the first things to go, phasing through his shirt and into his back as I still had my arms wrapped around him. My legs then began naturally aligning themselves with Nolan’s thicker ones before slowly sinking in. The feeling was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. Even as my torso began to lower itself into the older man’s frame, there wasn’t even an ounce of pain. Nothing but pure bliss as my entire form went completely numb! I rubbed my crotch against his as much as I possibly could before that too phased through the man’s pants and was pulled down into his body.

Soon enough my arms, legs, ass and cock had all disappeared, pulled inside Nolan’s body much to his distain. Honestly I was surprised he hadn’t gone delirious from the raw amount of satisfaction the magic seemed to bring to us both. I was certainly getting there. Yet somehow he regained some semblance of awareness only to be horrified as he watched my torso sinking into his. He practically screamed into the kiss as our gazes were forced to meet. His eyes were darting all over frantically as he tried to move his body. I could just about feel his body from the neck down after having sunk inside. It was twitching but he was too weak to do anything now. It was already too late as I could feel my face drawing nearer to his. The final part of my assimilation commenced at last as my face phased into Nolan’s along with the rest of my head. Before long my vision completely blanked out…

After that Nolan regained full control of his body… to an extent. “N-NO! Get out of meeee! Gahhhh!…” he yelled and grunted, feeling my presence inside of his very being. But despite his best efforts he couldn’t fight against me nor could he stop his cock from getting unbearably hard. He practically begged Bryce to help him but the idle man did nothing but watch in satisfaction, finally getting to see his horrible ex-father get exactly what he deserved. “Y-you’re demons! Both of you! Unholy demons!!” He claimed while writhing around on the bed, struggling to control himself. He tried to get up from the bed but his cock pulsed even harder, threatening to burst out of his pants at any moment. His balls swelling up fatter than ever before as they prepared to unload every ounce of his free will. “Nooooo… I can’t… I-Urrghhh…” He grabbed at his crotch uncontrollably, mouth hanging open with the overflow of stimulation being forced through it until finally… “FUUUUCKKKKK GRAHHHHHhhhhhhhuuuhh…” What started as a massive roar of protest slowly faded as Nolan blew the fattest load of his life. A massive dark spot forming over his bulge as he flooded his pants with cum.

The second Nolan spilled his ball batter, I found myself being hurled into the driver’s seat. Right away I was hit with the tail end of his orgasm and couldn’t help grinning. Feeling my new fat cock buck as it squirted a few final ropes of dad nut into my already sticky pants. “Ohh yeahhhhh…” I let out a huge sigh of relief knowing that I’d won. Even as the cum soaked into my new work pants, I could feel Nolan’s soul slowly being churned and absorbed by my own. I could already feel every memory and personality trait of his gradually becoming accessible to me. It wouldn’t be long now before I became the one and only Nolan Simmons inside and out. But in the meantime I was certainly going to enjoy the outside.

“How do you feel Nolan?” Bryce moved closer towards the bed, knowing now that the man he’d once hated was gone for good. Replaced by someone far superior. Me.

I grumbled a little, holding my head before slowly sitting up. I glanced down at myself, seeing the thick muscle I now adorned still hidden underneath Nolan’s clothes. I was even wearing the same black socks that I’d stolen from him again. Now back on the feet they were meant for. I flexed my arms a little, feeling my biceps bunch up against my shirt before bringing my hands to my chest so I could feel the juicy pecs that sat upon it. God feeling this kind of bulk on another man was one thing but feeling it on myself was a whole other level of euphoric. Feeling the power that now flowed through my bigger and stronger body with every movement I made was everything I’d hoped it would be. “I feel fucking fantastic Bryce.” I replied while running a slow hand over my wet bulge once more.

Slowly I pushed myself up off the bed, my new larger feet touching the ground for the first time. I wobbled a little at first, not used to my new weight, but I quickly adjusted. Bryce simply stood back and allowed me to explore myself for a moment. Watching on curiously as I made my way towards the circular mirror sat on the dresser. And what I saw made me feel a whole flurry of emotions. Staring back at me was the same handsome face that’d been screaming obscenities at us not moments prior. The piercing eyes belonging to the homophobe that made Jason’s life a living hell for so many years. The salt and pepper hair along with this beard and mustache that were trademarks of a man that embodied all the worst parts of the christian community. But I was none of those things. I might’ve stolen his dashing looks and gorgeous body but I was a proud gay man and an ally to all others in the LGBTQ+ community. Something the old Nolan would’ve despised being. But what he wanted didn’t matter because I was Nolan now and I plan on putting this ridiculously hot body to far better use.

Not being able to resist the temptation, I pulled off my new shirt before tossing it at Bryce so I could finally get a better look at what I was working with and I certainly wasn’t disappointed. Though he kept in very good shape, the old Nolan wasn’t one to show off his physique all that often so I’d never had the luxury of seeing him shirtless before. But if anything that only made this moment sweeter as I freed my new pecs from their prison and began groping them to my hearts content. Adoring how squishy they were but so firm when I flexed them. Admiring the dusting of chest hair that spread across them. I was only able to pull my hands away from my chest when the desire to flex my biceps again grew too strong to ignore.

Once I was satisfied with the admiration I’d given to my broad upper body (for now), my gaze couldn’t help shifting towards my lower half. A toothy grin spread across my face that seemed extremely out of character for this face as I unhooked my belt and undid pants. I could feel Bryce's eyes watching intently and I yanked down both my pants and cum soaked underwear at the same time, allowing my still half hard cock to spring out. And what a cock it was. It’s length was about average sitting at around 6 inches but god the girth! It was one of the thickest dicks I’d ever seen from the base all the way up to its fat mushroom head which was still drooling cum. And it was all mine along with the heavy set of balls that came with it. No wonder Nolan always acted like a hard ass with a pair of bull nuts this big to inflate his ego.

I went on to admire my legs a little after getting over the initial shock that came with my new still twitching dick. I ran my hands along my sizeable quads before giving my bulky calves a squeeze. But by far what stole the show was my hot muscle dad ass. We’d already gotten a good idea of how big it was by how its shape was still visible even through some of Nolan’s baggiest pants. But now we got the full show. Nolan’s thick cheeks on full display. And naturally it didn’t take long for me to start squeezing and jiggling them to my delight. Though, considering how the rest of my body had a decent coating of hair, I was surprised to feel how smooth my new ass was.

“You havin fun over there…” Bryce commented, prompting me to turn my attention to him for a moment. When I did I noticed he’d whipped out his own dick at some point and was slowly jerking it to the display I’d been putting on. I guess deep down we were both hot for daddy. And now that I wasn’t related to Bryce anymore… I suddenly found myself feeling even more attracted to him than before. Like that former sense of taboo had finally been lifted. Kind of.

“I’ll be having even more fun when I get this tight virgin hole of mine stretched.” I paced over towards Bryce, giving him a truly affectionate look that I doubt he’d ever seen on his fathers face before. “So how’s about you get in the bed and get your cock ready for me.” I commanded, allowing Nolan’s somewhat dominant nature to seep through.

I didn't need to ask him twice. In a flash Bryce was completely naked, showing off his hairy body once again, before practically leaping onto the bed. He laid flat on his back with his hands behind his head and his cock standing tall and ready. Now that was a sight. Two best friends stealing the bodies of each other’s dad only to wanna fuck immediately after. In Nolan’s case I suppose it was somewhat poetic justice for everything that he did and said. But it didn’t really matter because the only Nolan left around here now was me.

With a lustful smirk I crawled back onto the bed before maneuvering on top of Bryce. Allowing my brand new dad ass to hover gently above his cock as we stared into each other’s eyes. Completely lost in the fantasy of it all until I lent down and pushed my lips against his. It was probably the first time these lips had ever kissed another man willingly. It certainly wouldn’t be the last though. I felt our beards gently rubbing together while our kiss deepened and as it did I slowly lowered my ass until Bryce’s throbbing cock was massaging my entrance.

It was then that I broke the kiss and pinned Bryce down with my newfound strength. “Now. I’d say it’s about time we use that fat dick of yours to fill this needy dad hole.” I sneered down at him. I could already tell he eager to fulfil my request by the way his dick started to lather my ass with precum moments later. However I didn’t let him waste too much of his precious seed before reaching back and grabbing his cock, aligning it perfectly with my hole. “Now gimme that cock daddy-o!” I roared before lowering myself onto the rod with a deep and guttural moan.

In that moment we both saw something we never thought we would. I saw the man I used to call dad lying beneath me with a horny grin and lust-fuelled eyes, even if I knew it wasn’t really him on the inside. Meanwhile Bryce got to see the sight of his own father moaning above him while pressing his cock inside the man that once made his life hell. It was a surreal sight. One that I almost wanted to pull away from for a moment. Because for that moment I still thought of the man beneath me as being my father. And I thought of myself as his father. But as I slowly lowered my ass further down into his dick, I realised something.

We weren't each other's dad anymore.

There was no familial connection between our new bodies. No blood ties. Nothing. Bryce was just another hot older man that lives across the street from me. Nolan. A former homophobe turned gay power bottom. Aaron and Jason were simply the names of our two sons who’d seemingly run off together and any memories of them would soon fade into obscurity.

Upon my epiphany of sorts, a deeper level of vigour and lust for the man beneath me flowed through my veins. Bryce looked pleasantly surprised for a moment as I started bouncing up and down on his dick as best I could while holding him down. It was intense to say the least. With an asshole this tight I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t quite painful at first but I was willing to push through it. All it meant was that I needed to keep training this formerly straight christian ass to take cock even better in the future. I was already making mental notes to order plenty of lube and dildos to practice with when this was over.

At multiple points I could tell Bryce was eager to flip up over and do the fucking himself but I refused to let him. I might’ve been the one getting fucked here but I was still the one in charge. Whether he liked it or not he was gonna stay put and be my personal fuck pole until I was nice and full. And between all the kissing, touching and dirty talking, I could tell that time was starting to grow near. His balls prepared themselves for the tsunami that was bound to come at this rate.

Feeling this only served to drive me further over the edge myself. I made sure to grind my thick dad butt all the way down to the base. Honestly I didn’t think I’d be able to do it on this body’s first time taking dick but lo and behold I pulled it off. It was painful but boy, just the feeling of filling this new ass of mine completely with cock released an almost incomparable amount of dopamine in my brain. The only thoughts running through my mind were ‘dick’ and ‘cum’ as the levels of joy I was feeling almost matched the pleasure I got from hearing Bryce’s moans echoing through the household. Moans that only continued to get louder and needier until finally I got exactly what I wanted.

The man below me tensed up as his cock began to spasm inside me. I didn’t need three guesses to know what that meant. Especially when I felt his thick hot seed coating my insides while I drained Bryce’s balls to the last drop. Watching as he writhed in pleasure beneath me while unloading buckets worth of cum inside my hole. Seeing his hands grip the bed sheets as I pressed my ass down on it a couple more times. Continuing to bounce on his cock until he begged me to stop due to how sensitive it became. Eventually, when I felt as though his cock had nothing left to give, I adhered to his pleas and released his cock from my asshole’s tight grip.

“Better get used to that babe. From now on I plan on making you drain at least one load into me everyday. This new ass of mine is hungry.” I grinned deviously at him before kissing along his neck, feeling my new mustache rub against his skin. “Mr Simmons was wasting it for such a long time so I’m gonna make up for all the years he neglected this beautiful ass.” My face moved closer to the hairy pit under his arm. “Mmmm now it’s time for papa to get a good taste of that!” I purred before shoving my nose deep into one of his sweaty armpits and inhaling the gorgeous post sex scent they exuded. I couldn’t help but notice how they smelt subtly different now that I was sniffing them with a different nose. Regardless, they still smelt just delicious. So much so that before long I was running my tongue along his pits greedily to lap up the sweat.

“Do you think… we should head back… to my place before… your wife gets home.” Bryce said between laboured breaths.

“I suppose so.” I agreed. “Let me just finish cleaning off your pits. Then we can grab some of my clothes and get the fuck out of here.” I added before lapping up more of that delicious salty sweat his hairy pits produced.

———

It’s been roughly three weeks since that day. After we left Nolan's house that day, we hardly ever went back. We took everything that belonged to Nolan (now mine) that I might need and brought it back to Bryce’s house across the street where we stayed after that. Of course my new Wife was furious when I said I was leaving her for Bryce but there wasn’t shit she could do about it. I even told her all about the furious gay sex we had and how he satisfied me more than she ever could by filling me up with cum. It might sound harsh but she wasn’t much better of a parent than the old Nolan so it was karma in my mind. After that she was quick to file for a divorce which I was happy to sign upon being given the papers.

Now Bryce and I live happily together. We both worked the jobs given to us by our new identities which wasn’t all that hard with all the memories at our disposal. We even went to the gym together which was incredibly fun. However the best part was always getting home and taking off our sweaty clothes so we could swap 'em and sniff each other’s damp, pungent gym clothes. While I usually went for the pouch on his underwear first, my ass sweat must’ve smelt particularly good to him as he always went for the back of my underwear before anything else.

This was then almost always followed up by some hot steamy dad sex. I would always make him bust a load in my hole but if the prostate stimulation wasn’t enough to make me blow my own nut in that time then we’d flip and I’d fuck his ass relentlessly until he was just as full of cum as I was. Regardless it would seem the power dynamic there had certainly shifted in my favour which I wasn’t gonna complain about.

Besides that however we were already living happier lives than we ever had before. The only bad thing about it all was all the questions people would ask and the odd looks thrown our way for this sudden change in our behaviour. Because of this I suggested to Bryce about looking for a new place to start our lives fresh. Somewhere that we wouldn’t already be known by the community. Somewhere we can just be Bryce and Nolan, the hot horny couple of daddy’s in the neighborhood. Bryce seemed to like that idea so now we’re looking online for places to move to.

The only hiccup in that plan was that we didn’t want to move too far from Gil’s magic shop. We went back after I became Nolan and Gil himself seemed very impressed with the new form I’d taken. After explaining our moving situation however, he told us not to worry about it. Apparently there were a bunch more Gil’s magic shops all around the world. According to him all of them are connected and every single one has a door portal that brings them to the same place. So regardless of where we move we’ll likely still be able to visit. As confusing as that was, I kinda understood.

With that though, Bryce and I were just excited to begin this new chapter together. And perhaps even spice things up from time to time by purchasing a few more items from Gil’s shop. Regardless I was sure that from this point on, our lives were going to be perfect…

[jw1213]

Swapping for an A

Finals Day — 8:50 AM

The math final started at 9 AM sharp in Lecture Hall 3A. Carter strolled in early, as usual, wearing his fitted hoodie and faded jeans, a pencil behind his ear and a quiet smirk on his face. His desk was front and center, perfectly angled so he could look around the room with ease.

He had a list. A total of 23 guys had agreed to pay him $100 each to take the final in their bodies. He’d already collected the cash through Venmo the night before. No refunds. No regrets.

Carter’s power was simple: with just a touch, he could swap bodies with another guy. The catch? Each swap lasted a full 24 hours. That meant anyone he used was going to be stuck in the wrong body for the entire day. But none of them cared. Not when it meant passing math without lifting a finger.

The only problem? He couldn’t keep going back to his own body to reset. There wasn’t time. So, he’d have to hop from guy to guy, each one stuck in the body of the guy Carter had just been in.

That meant the final body — the last in the chain — would be the one Carter stayed in until tomorrow morning.

He didn’t mind. It’d be worth it.

He set his phone alarm: 30 minutes to finish his own test. 5 minutes in each new body after that. 2 hours and 30 minutes left to hop.

He cracked his knuckles and got started.

9:30 AM – Time to Hop

Carter finished his own test in record time. Folded it neatly. Turned it in. Then walked over to Santiago.

Santiago: Black, tall, skinny, famous for his perfect ass. Smart enough. Always wore tight joggers.

Carter tapped Santiago’s hand. His vision twisted, skin tingled — and suddenly, Carter was in Santiago’s body.

He wiggled in his seat. The tightness of Santiago’s pants made his new big, perky ass shift and bounce on the plastic chair. Carter blushed, turned on by how hot it felt to sit down like that.

"I need a second before I move on."

He grabbed the hall pass and slipped into the nearby bathroom, locked the biggest stall. He couldn’t resist — staring at Santiago’s long limbs, smooth dark skin, and full round butt in the mirror.

His hand slipped into the waistband. He moaned softly.

Ten minutes later, he flushed, washed his hands, and smirked.

Back in the lecture hall, he walked past the real Santiago (now in Carter’s body) who looked dazed and confused in Carter’s hoodie.

“You good, bro?”

“Uh… yeah?” Santiago said, blinking and looking at his pale hands.

Carter grinned and moved to Brady.

9:45 AM – Into Brady

Brady: White, sweet, decent build, semi-smart but awkward. He always tried to hide how attracted he was to other guys’ bodies. Carter tapped him — and suddenly he was inside Brady.

He felt Brady’s pulse quicken immediately. The moment Carter stood up in Brady’s body, he felt the awkward stiffness in the crotch of his sweatpants.

“Dude…” he whispered to himself.

Another trip to the bathroom. Brady’s body wasn’t nearly as sexy as Santiago’s, but Carter had always wondered what it’d feel like to be the sweet soft-spoken boy who had clearly fantasized about him.

Ten minutes of gentle moaning later, he zipped up and returned.

Brady, now inside Santiago, blinked like he didn’t know where he was. His ass bounced as he shuffled awkwardly to sit down — and he definitely noticed it.

10:00 AM – Body Jump Marathon

Carter moved fast, each jump taking 5 minutes now that the urge to explore was out of his system. Each new body made him stifle a laugh.

From Brady → Spencer (tall Hispanic soccer player, now in Brady’s body)

Spencer → Miles (stoned, hot, dumb, big hazel eyes)

Miles → Samuel (skinny Indian guy with a lisp)

Samuel → Kayden (nerdy, slightly chubby Asian guy)

Kayden → Maddox (short, lean, black-Hispanic basketball player)

Maddox → Jonah (athletic and secretly smart)

Jonah → Theo (short, skinny, dumb basketball player)

Theo → Landon (big, tall, overweight black guy)

Landon → Joseph (massive, white, overweight gay guy — Carter cringed at the smell)

Joseph → Mason (short, jacked, dumb)

Mason → Joel (average height, black, basketball dumb jock)

Joel → Jason (awkward Asian nerd, semi-famous for his gym boner)

Jason → Kai (massive black basketball player — muscles for days)

Kai → Andrew (dumb white guy who talked like a fake gangster)

Andrew → Simon (tall, athletic, cool Guyanese guy — finally someone calm)

Simon → Caleb (short, black, boxer, dumb as bricks)

Caleb → Max (short, lean, dumb)

Max → Maverick (average build, semi-smart)

Maverick → Calvin (light skin, tall, muscular, dumb as hell)

🧠 Reactions

Santiago (in Carter): Looks down at pale arms and an average ass, visibly confused. “Why do I feel... smaller?” Touches his face, frowns. “What the hell is happening?”

Brady (in Santiago): Glances behind, eyes widening. "Oh my god..." He does a test walk — feels the bounce. His cheeks go red. “No way this is my...?”

Spencer (in Brady): Stares at soft arms and average build. “This feels… slower. How do I even sit in these jeans?”

Miles (in Spencer): Blinks slowly, grins. “Yo... I feel fast,” he mumbles, swaying like he’s high. Then trips on the chair legs.

Samuel (in Miles): Adjusts to the tall body, grinning. “I'm hot now.” He forgets he has a lisp and repeats it proudly.

Kayden (in Samuel): Immediately touches his face. “This nose is bigger... and my tongue feels weird. Oh god, do I talk like this now?”

Maddox (in Kayden): Pokes at the new soft belly and glasses. “Bro… I got the nerd build. No bounce at all.”

Jonah (in Maddox): Rolls his shoulders, jogs in place. “Light. Fast. Damn. I could break ankles like this.”

Theo (in Jonah): Does pushups on the floor. “Ayo this dude got hops! I’m actually good now.”

Landon (in Theo): Tries to fit his big frame in the small body. “Why everything so small?! I’m like half my size!”

Joseph (in Landon): Breathes heavily just from walking. “Ugh. I thought I was getting an upgrade...”

Mason (in Joseph): Looks down at the new gut and thighs. “NOOOO! I can’t even see my toes!” Nearly cries.

Joel (in Mason): Flexes. “Yo, I’m short… but shredded.” Laughs and immediately takes off his hoodie.

Jason (in Joel): Stares at his dark, tall, athletic frame. Whispers, “Am I… cool now?”

Kai (in Jason): Screams internally. “WHERE ARE MY MUSCLES? WHY IS THIS DICK SMALL?!”

Andrew (in Kai): Laughs and slaps his own chest. “Brooooo I look hard as fuck now.”

Simon (in Andrew): Slowly backs away. “Why is everyone looking at me like I’m stupid?”

Caleb (in Simon): Tries to jog, falls, then poses. “Okay okay, I’m handsome now.”

Max (in Caleb): Throws fake punches and shouts “I’M A BOXER, BITCHES!”

Maverick (in Max): Sits down, muttering. “Damn… I’m loud. And short. And kinda dumb.”

Calvin (in Maverick): Looks down at his soft stomach and thicker thighs. “Wait... why I feel slow?” He rubs his chest — no pecs. No abs. He lifts his shirt and screams, “YO! WHO STOLE MY MUSCLES?! Where my sexy go!?”

Carter (in Calvin): Flexes. Watches Brady adjust to Santiago’s juicy ass. Grins. “This is the best $2,300 I ever made.”

Emergency Bro Meeting – “Operation Don’t Get Expelled”

1:30 PM – Outside Lecture Hall 3A

The final had ended. Twenty-four guys stood in a tight circle behind the student union, all of them sweaty, twitchy, or confused as hell — and not a single one in their own body.

At the center was Carter, now in Calvin’s outrageously muscular light-skinned body. His broad chest stretched the seams of the black compression tee. Veins popped in his forearms as he lifted his hands to speak.

Carter (in Calvin): “Alright. Shut up. Everyone, just shut the hell up and listen.”

Everyone went quiet.

Brady (in Santiago’s juicy ass body) shifted uncomfortably, glancing at his reflection in the window behind Carter.

Joseph (in Landon’s huge body) was breathing hard.

Kai (in Jason’s tiny awkward nerd body) was still muttering, “I can’t do this, bro. I got math hands now.”

Carter: “Yes, you’re in the wrong body. No, I’m not going to fix it right now. You paid for this, and I held up my end. Every single one of you passed that test. I made sure.”

A few guys nodded — especially Spencer (in Brady) and Miles (in Spencer), both still disoriented.

“The swap lasts 24 hours. That means you are stuck like this until tomorrow morning.”

Groans. Cursing. Joseph sat down with a thud.

Carter (firmly): “You’re going to act like whoever’s body you’re in. If anyone finds out something’s off — any professor, RA, coach, anyone — this could go public. And if it does? I’m expelled. You’re expelled. Some of you will be arrested for identity fraud. Not kidding.”

That shut them up.

Carter: “So here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m setting up a group chat. Everyone drops their name — your real name — and then the name of the body you’re in.”

“Then we each post a few things:

What your schedule is for today

Where you live

Who you’re supposed to be hanging out with

Anything weird about your family, job, allergies, girl, or... dude.”

That made Brady (in Santiago) look up quickly and glance at Carter.

Carter: “Trust me. You do not want to get caught pretending to be someone else’s boyfriend. Or someone else’s son.”

He pulled out Calvin’s massive phone — password was just “6969” — and started a group text under the name:

🌀 “Swap Squad – DON’T GET US EXPELLED”

One by one, people started to chime in.

📱 GROUP CHAT LOG (Highlights)

Carter (in Calvin): Carter → Calvin Schedule: Gym @ 4PM. No class. Lives in Towers 4C. Doesn’t use lotion. Do NOT try to sound smart. Important: Calvin has a hot situationship with a cheerleader named Brooklyn. She’ll text. She thinks he’s dumb and hot. Just go with it.

Santiago (in Carter): Santiago → Carter Schedule: Library 2PM with TA. Office hours at 5. Lives in West Dorm B. Important: Carter is tutoring 2 guys today. One of them is Coach’s son. Don’t mess that up.

Brady (in Santiago): Brady → Santiago No clue what this body does, but I think I just bounced walking. I live in Floor 3 of Centennial. I think I’m supposed to meet a guy named Terrance later? Someone DM me fast.

Kayden (in Samuel): Kayden → Samuel I talk weird now. LISP. This is hard. Also, Samuel’s roommate is a huge Marvel nerd and talks nonstop. Help.

Calvin (in Maverick): uhhhhhh Calvin → Maverick how do i log in i can’t find my muscles this phone slow af

Miles (in Spencer): stoned rn but feelin athletic seb got legs for days no plans, i think. just vibes

More messages came in rapid-fire. Some guys started comparing body quirks:

Joseph (in Landon): “My knees make a cracking sound when I sit. Is that normal or did I break this dude??”

Jason (in Joel): “Does this body... always flex in the mirror or is that just me?”

Kai (in Jason): “YALL I GOT A BONER FROM A BREEZE I HATE THIS”

📢 Carter’s Final Rules

Carter raised his massive hand again — easy now in Calvin’s hulking form — and looked around the circle.

“No one goes rogue.” “No one tries to swap with anyone else.” “No one hooks up with someone unless you're SURE that’s who they’re expecting.” “We meet again tomorrow. 9 AM. Right here. Don’t be late.”

He took a deep breath, cracking Calvin’s thick neck.

“And if anything goes wrong — if someone’s about to blow it — text the group. Say: ‘BRO DOWN’ and we’ll come up with a cover.”

Everyone nodded. Some slower than others. Andrew (in Kai) was just now realizing how dumb he sounded out loud.

🎭 Operation: Stay in Character Begins

As the group broke up and scattered across campus, things began to unravel almost immediately.

Brady (in Santiago) nervously adjusted joggers that didn’t fit and walked like he had a stack of books between his cheeks.

Calvin (in Maverick) waddled toward his dorm, moaning about “cardio.”

Carter (in Calvin) hit the gym early, already excited to test the limits of Calvin’s perfect body — and see who noticed.

[jw1213]

TROPICS FUN

This is Marius, a typical German from a wealthy family who got god like genes from his parents. Marius was your fun, caring guy; he would never leave anyone out. One of the kindest Germans I've met on this island. He was the one I wanted, it was about time I get a new body and straight off this island.

Luckily, Marius accepted my photography contract, and we went straight to it, with just the two of us on a beach. I got him to have loose clothes on . He was an absolute gorgeous guy, I felt bad as he was so kind but that is my body very soon!

The photoshoot was going well and he wasn't expecting my camera to slowly zap his soul out, each photo slowly detached his soul and suddenly he was pulled out and stuck in the camera. I used the camera on myself as it pulled my soul out but the screen was facing Marius and I was sent into his body whole my body went limp.

FINALLY I AM NOW YOUNG AND FELT LIKE ! GOD!

ALL THESE NEW MEMORIES!

THIS BODY YOUTH AND STRENGTH.

I AM MARIUS!

I laughed in excitement as I was checking myself out, I saw my former body on the floor and used the camera to to expel Marius soul form into my former body but I gave him a muscle relaxer that will last for a few hours.

By the time he could move, I was long gone on a boat to a different island. He would never find me.

I can't wait now to head back home to Germany and continue my amazing life!

I had enough of the warm weather for a few years!