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[kenzoharuki12]

Swap Caste

People often ask me if ever resented being born into the Swap Caste, but honestly… when you grow up around it, you just sort of internalize it as a normal part of life. Growing up, I’ve always known that my body is not my own. I’m taking care of this body for its eventual owner. The better I care for this body, the more money I will get in exchange when it is sold. Sure, sometimes I daydream about what it might be like to have been born into the Ruling Caste— who doesn’t daydream about a perfect future? But even at an early age, I knew better than to go down any sort of self-defeating or destructive trains of thought. Nothing would change except for maybe my body depreciating in value. Maybe after someone buys this body, then I’ll have time to be an activist.

I always get a bit hard when I look at myself. Why wouldn’t I? I look damn good, and I know it! Today, though, today is a potential sale, so my nerves are through the roof. I put myself on market last week, and when I got this body appraised it came out to 32.7 million dollars. Far from an all-time record, but the average sale price is only 14.2 million, and this is currently the eight most expensive body on the market right now. It feels good to have all of the hard work I put into this body validated, but every potential sale still makes me question if it was all worth it.

Will they think my face is worth the price? Is it too masculine? Is it too youthful? Will they be scared away by amount of upkeep these muscles would take? Post-exchange investment depreciation is a huge risk for buyers, so a lot of men who are looking to buy a new body intentionally avoid the more expensive options.

Which, that’s the other part of the equation— whoever buys my body will give their body up to me. Society expects people to be close to my age when they buy a new body, but people are starting to wait until their 30s or 40s to buy a new body. How many years of my life am I going to lose? What sort of health conditions am I going to inherit? How many pounds am I going to have to lose in order to get back down to a healthy weight? As a member of the Swap Caste, I don't have any say into the answers to those questions. I'm expected to live the rest of my life in their discarded body regardless of the complications.

Plus, today’s buyer is rumored to be… pretty weird. My buddy Vince, he’s the number twelve body on the market, he told me that there’s a real eccentric businessman going around shopping the market. He started at the most expensive, and apparently he’s working his way down the list in market order. He arranges in-person visits, and then leaves after five minutes. No one knows what he's looking for-- usually people with enough money to afford the best just buy the most expensive body they can. And while all buyers have the opportunity to see the body in person, most people just choose from the portfolio photos they make us take.

My reverie is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. I open the door to my flat to invite him in. Seeing him standing in the doorway takes my breath away. I'm not surprised to see him wearing clothing that costs more than my monthly stipend, but am I surprised to see that his skin is well cared for. Usually people in his Caste don't bother to take care of themselves because they know they'll be buying a new body once they enter adulthood. I wasn't expecting him to be so young or so handsome, and I certainly wasn't expecting him to be physically fit.

"Sorry, where are my manners?" I say, realizing with a jolt that I've just been staring slack-jawed at the man. "My name is Ashton. Please, come on in. Let me know what I can do to help you see the merchandise in action."

He smirks at me, and my heart flutters a bit. I hope he likes what he sees. "Charmed," he says, following me inside. "You can call me Kamil. I'll start by feeling up your muscles, if you don't mind." He starts to pace around me, drinking in every aspect of my physique as he occasionally runs his fingers down my back or across my nipples.

The sexual tension is unreal. Will it bother him if he notices that I'm a gay man? We're not required to disclose it-- sexuality is in the mind, not the body. Besides, no one in the Swap Caste has sex before the sale. Keeping your body's virginity intact for the buyer is the easiest $100,000 you'll ever make. Or, I thought it was, until the most attractive buyer I've ever seen decided to see my wares in person. God, imagine if I got to claim that ass while showing Kamil how impressive his new cock would be. Shit, I was sprouting a raging hard-on in front of this guy! "I see you are interested in my muscles! Please, let me show them off for you," I blurt out, hoping to distract attention from the tent in my sweatpants.

He smiles at me. "There's no need for that. Believe me, I already like what I see. But before we proceed with the sale, I want to explain what else I'm looking for out of this arrangement. It's... why I wanted to meet with you in person. I would be paying extra to put a 10 year rider onto the contract. Officially, you will be employed as my personal trainer so that I can keep my new purchase in top condition. Unofficially... I would take you as my lover."

I can hardly believe what I'm hearing. "I... your lover? But I'm just part of the lowly Swap Caste!" At any moment, I'm expecting someone to burst through the doors and tell me this is a prank. "You're one of the highest tiers of Business Caste, our kind doesn't... this sort of thing just isn't done!"

"Well, that's true," he says, placing his hand on my shoulder. "I'm supposed to marry a woman from a comparable Caste and have 1-3 children to carry on my social standing. The thing is, I'm a gay man. So if I'm going to defy social norms just by existing, I may as well go all-in on defying cultural expectations. I'm not just looking for a new body, I'm looking for another gay man to call my own. We can look into harem arrangements if you don't want to have a relationship with me, but... well, that's my offer."

My heart is hammering in my chest, and I'm pretty sure my cock is starting to leak through the grey sweatpants that I'm wearing. Everything about his shopping behavior makes sense now that I know his secret. I can't blame the other guys for turning him down-- maybe he didn't even make them an offer if he could tell they were straight-- but this offer is beyond my wildest dreams. "I accept. I'll do it, yes. A thousand times yes!"

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"Good morning, love. If you're here to make sure I squeeze in my morning workout, I'll do it after I finish steaming my clothes for the week. I have to make sure I'm looking good for my man." I couldn't help but roll my eyes as he smiled at me. I had never even heard of a clothes press before he purchased my body, but he insisted that it produced better results than an iron. Personally, the only difference I noticed was the cost of the two items, but I was finding that to be true with a lot of the home appliances he took for granted. It took me three weeks to figure out how to use his all-in-one barista monstrosity just to make a simple cup of coffee, and it tasted the same to me.

I still couldn't believe this was my new life. Just being hired as residential staff to someone in the Business Caste was an incredible opportunity for someone in my place. The fact that Kamil treated me as an equal? It was an unthinkable decision, and even some of the activist circles we were in thought it was a step too far. It was the scandal of the neighborhood, and we relished every moment of that notoriety.

"Don't think I'm letting you get off easy this morning," I said, crossing my arms. "Today is Saturday, you're doing a full length workout. You already skipped last Wednesday for a work meeting. If you start falling out of the habit, it's going to be a bitch to start up again."

Kamil let out a dramatic sigh. "If I had known you were going to be such a ruthless personal trainer, I would have hired someone else. You know Robert only has to work out three times a week?"

I couldn't help but laugh at that one. "Your friend Robert, the guy with 20 pounds of beer gut that he's trying to pass off as a dad bod? The one who I thought hadn't purchased his Caste Body yet? Yeah, I think his results speak for themselves."

"Harsh, but fair," he said, laughing with me. "How about we make a deal?" Kamil stepped close to me, rubbing his hand along the hem of my bathrobe. "I'll do a full length workout, but we start the morning off with some bedroom cardio." He squeezed my ass for emphasis before retreating to our bedroom. He didn't even turn around to see if I was following him. I was, of course-- I had an intimate knowledge of just exactly how much his body was packing, and he knew all of the tricks that would make my body feel good.

People still ask me if I resent being born into the Swap Caste, knowing what I now know about all of the pleasures and luxuries available to the higher classes. I just smile and shake my head no. It's what lead me to my Kamil, and I wouldn't change it for the world.

[kenzoharuki12]

Write a story about a man so muscular, huge pecs, that makes a straight man cross over!!!

Falling For His Chest

I love being straight. It’s not just about being attracted to women, I’m very comfortable in my sexuality but I am not some fuckboy. What I love about being straight is the relationships I have with other guys, my bros. Without sexuality in the way, I can forge pure friendships with my bros. Friendships that are deep and vulnerable, yet are fun and boisterous; unafraid to be our most masculine selves.

It may come as no surprise that the gym is essentially my second home. One thing I care deeply about is growth. I have no interest in being friends with guys who aren’t interested in personal growth. My bros and I, we share a dedication to personal development, especially with our bodies. I don’t care where any guy is at with their life, what matters is the desire and the willingness to keep improving themselves every single day. That’s the difference between a guy and bro to me.

I mention all this because there is this new guy in the office. First thing I notice as he walks in is his huge manly chest that is straining against his shirt. This guy is a total bro with his big chest, big arms, big legs, big glutes; all stretching out his tight work clothes.

We hit it off immediately. We talk about the gym and what workouts we do as well as dieting. It isn’t long before I tell him to let those big pecs breathe and he unbuttons his shirt revealing his amazing chest. He starts grabbing his own pecs, so proud of his body. As he should be, he worked hard for them. After that exchange we lock in a workout together at the gym after work.

I can’t focus on my work for the rest of the day. My thoughts are filled with the image of him groping his own pecs. There was something really sensual about the way he was so focused on feeling the mass of that thick chest of his. Completely in the moment, admiring his own greatness. I can’t help but grab own large pecs under my shirt, and I feel a warmth in my crotch as I think about how big I am.

After what felt like an eternity, the work day ended and it was finally time to meet up with my co-worker at the gym. It's chest day for him and I’m happy to join him in that. I get to spot him as he bench presses like a god. I stare at his massive chest while he methodically moves the heavy weight up and down. I don’t even realise as my crotch slowly begins to obscure my view of his face.

After we both finish up, my coworker gives me a strange cocky look. “You clearly like what you see,” he says with a grin.

“Of course bro, you are a work of art!” It’s true. He is standing there glistening with a heavenly glow like some combination of super model and god.

“Go on, have a feel. I know you want to.” He takes off his gym shirt as he says this.

I don’t hesitate to reach for his chest. The friction I feel as I glide across his chest hair is at odds with his sweat which helps my hand slide over his chest even more smoothly. As I reach the end of his expansive chest, I stop to give one of his pecs a grab. I shake that beefy pec in my hand, feeling the hard strength of the muscle which also has a soft cushiony quality to it.

My whole world is zoned into his chest and I’m shaken out of it when he grabs my crotch. I had not realised the tent that had formed in my shorts during this exchange, but he had realised and took the opportunity. It feels weird to have my cock stroked through the thin fabric of my shorts by this man, but at this moment I don’t question it.

“Shall we go to my place?” I nod at his proposition.

Fast forward a little bit to where I am now, where I have the perfect view of him. His defined six pack abs are like a road which my gaze journeys up to the underside of his perfect chest. His mountainous pecs frame his gorgeous face with his hands behind his head, angling that face towards me. This also gives me a view of his large arms which have a tuft of dark pit hair peeking out underneath them beside those glorious pecs. His is mouth slightly agape and eyes twitch as he basks in the ecstasy of having his fat cock slide in and out of my throat.

The next day at work, I greet him with a passionate kiss on the lips for the whole office to see. This is my bro and I’m his bro. I am not ashamed of this despite the shock and surprise of those around me. I struggle to imagine a time without him or his chest, even though I just met him yesterday.

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Shit I can’t stop thinking about that guy at the gym. So not my type. Looked like such a dumb gym… bro…

Ugh. Fuck. Why does just thinking that word turn me on. It’s sick. Guys like that are such douchebags. But the way he said it to me… swaggered by me… sweaty and thick… looked me in the eyes so directly, called me a… bro…

Mmm yeahhh. Fuuuck. Why am I so turned on. Gotta cool off. Sure, his body was hot. Fine. I admit it. Thick shoulders. Thick pecs. Mmmmm. Bet he has a sic tight abs too. And those biceps. I could never get arms like that. Aww man. What I wouldn’t give…. But no… that’s not me. What’s gotten into me. Im not into that right? I’m nothing like a swaggering, cocky, hot… bro…

Mmmmm man. If only. I mean, I have my priorities but wouldn’t hurt if I put in some more muscle. Lift heavier. Like, I got a good pump going today. Damn like I feel bigger. Everywhere. Nothing like that guy. No… that fucking hot stud with that dumb smirk. Can’t believe that guy noticed me. I mean I’m startin to bulk up and all, making some good gains… but for him to call me out… call me a bro…

Uhhhhhh fuuuck yeah. Like why shouldn’t he? I’m looking good. Feeling good. Got such a good pump and shit this water feels good. And like I swear I’m bigger today. Gym’s really paying off. Mmmm yeah. I gotta down that hot stud from before and show him what I gots Can’t stop thinkin about muscle. Huhu I’m such a gym bro.

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Djinni's Gym: Towel Service

When you’d mentioned to your buddies at the college Pride club that you were moving back to your small town after grad, they swooned at the name. “That’s where Djinni’s Gym is, right?” one gasped, fanning their face. “Raj and Shaun’s BlueSky is, like, my favourite.”

“Everyone they collab with is sooooo hot,” gushed another. “Your town must be the cruising capital of the state!”

You tried to assure them that no, it was just as homophobic and shitty as any other small town in the region. You were only moving back to sleep on your parents’ couch until you could get a job. In fact, you’d been friends with the only kid of colour in your whole high school, and he hadn’t had it easy, being Moroccan and gay in that small town. But they insisted, and when you looked up Djinni’s Gym on social media their address was, in fact, in the only mall in your hometown, just down the hall from the arcade.

Before you’d even been home for a week, you found yourself gazing up at the massive sign for the gym, with its antique lamp logo. Some of the gym gays at your college had taken you to the gym once or twice, but it really wasn’t your scene. You were weedy and awkward, the kind of gangling nerd who seemed to have an invisible “kick me” sign on his back any time a jock was in range. But with no gay bar in town, it seemed like this gym was your best chance at getting off with anyone.

The automatic doors slid open and your eyes watered as a gust of humid, musky air washed over you. You tried to take shallow breaths through your mouth as you walked inside, hoping it was just the entrance. After all, why would a gym smell like a sweaty, precummy cock and balls?

An Indian hunk with a cocky smirk stood at the reception counter. Raj, you remembered from the many graphic pictures your friends had shown you. “H-hi,” you stammered, “do you have a free trial?” You struggled to keep his eyes on his face, your mind drifting to the video of his brown cock dripping thick precum that was front and centre on his socials.

Raj’s smirk widened into a perfect, toothy smile, and you suddenly felt strangely like a small prey animal caught in his gaze. “For you, yes,” he rumbled, his accented voice somehow dripping in innuendo. “Would you like towel service, my friend?” he asked, reaching under the reception desk and somehow bouncing his thick pecs at the same time. Your gaze snapped to the dark nipples peeking out of the sides of his stringer tank.

“Uh, sure,” you agreed, your voice thick as you took a deep breath in through your nose to try and calm the sudden movement in your briefs. The sharp, alluring scent of Raj’s musk made your cock harden more instead.

Raj tossed the perfectly rolled towel to you and you scrambled to catch it, desperate not to embarrass yourself in front of this suave, flirty stud. As you grabbed it and clutched it to your chest, you got a whiff of something other than Raj’s scent: more of an animal stench than Raj’s almost curated musk.

You shook your head and hurried through the gate, struggling to hold it together as Raj pointed out different parts of the gym and gestured to the single change room in the back. You had hoped that your hard-on would subside once you were inside the gym in the mass of different body types that frequented it, but every man you saw was a paragon of muscle. With a shaky wave to Raj, you tiptoed further into the gym, still clutching the strangely musky towel, looking around at the studs of every size, colour, and age pumping iron and flirting in the pheromone-laden air of the humid gym.

Desperate that no one saw that the weedy nerd had some kind of creepy erection in his sweatpants, you folded in on yourself and beelined for an elliptical machine facing the gym’s back wall. Sweat already standing out on your pale brow, you shook the towel out to hang it on one of the arms of the machine.

An instant later, as you began to stride on the machine, that animal smell reached your nose again. For some reason, the towel carried a scent like pure, unadulterated sex, and you looked down at it in some disgust. Had they even washed it? You eyed it closely. Why did the thought of it being unwashed get your excitable cock even harder?

You shook your head and tried to focus on your cardio, hoping the stench would fade into the background over time. Sweat began to flow down your face and stick your T-shirt to your back as you upped the intensity of the machine to distract yourself.

Even this wall had a mirror, and you despaired as you watched your ghostly, gangling limbs pumping back and forth on the machine. This was a stupid idea, you told yourself. None of the hunks in this gym were going to give a college kid like you a second glance. You’d better just enjoy this chance to ogle them and then go home, back to struggling through job applications in the hope of moving somewhere better.

But as you started to watch the guys lifting in the mirror’s reflection, you kept noticing their eyes drifting your way. The guy twisting himself into a pretzel outside the yoga studio—Jorge, your college friend’s voice helpfully supplied—kept sneaking glances at you, his eyes mischievous. When he saw you looking at him, he winked and made a “call me” gesture with the hand he wasn’t using to pull his foot against the back of his head. A massive Chinese-looking guy on a deadlift platform licked his lips lasciviously as you locked eyes with him in the mirror. In spite of being the least hunky guy at the gym, you felt strangely like a piece of meat as dozens of eyes followed each twist of your torso and bob of your barely visible butt.

Barely ten minutes into your cardio, your face was burning bright red, the flush creeping under the collar of your shirt as you sweated more from the stress of being watched than from any exertion. You grabbed the smelly towel from the machine’s arm and bolted for the showers.

You were already under the rush of water in the shower before you realised you could have just gone home to wash. It was so strange you hadn’t thought to just leave now that you were uncomfortable. As you scrubbed down your legs, another whiff of that arousing scent from the towel washed over you, and the thought washed away with the soap suds. Shaking your head, you switched off the water and grabbed the towel from its hook.

Barely realising your cock was starting to leak precum just from the towel’s scent, you began to rub it through your hair, your conscious mind trying to ignore the smell that was somehow not so disgusting anymore. As you rubbed, your hair darkened from brown to black, the follicles thickening as the strands curled into a short quiff. You ran your hands through it, confused for a moment and then smiling as you remembered joking about how pubic your head hair looked compared to your nearly hairless groin.

You ran the towel over your face, pausing for a moment to take a deep whiff of the thick, overwhelming smell of sex embedded in the cotton. Your features shifted, chin strengthening as a tan rushed down from your forehead. A few smile lines folded into view around your eyes as you gave yourself a dimpled smile, enjoying the sensation of the towel against your thick black moustache and scruffy stubble. It was so wild that you had this masculine, hairy face, nearly looking Moroccan like your buddy from high school, on such a pale, gangling body.

You ran the towel down your chest, giving your pecs special attention as they grew thick and strong, more dark hair whorling across them from your darkening nipples. Sweat began to bead between the hairs, soaking up the musky stench of the towel you were becoming obsessed with. You barely held back a deep moan as you ran the towel across your nipples, your cock letting loose a spurt of precum at the sensation.

Your core and back grew to match your chest as you towelled off your arms, strong and thick and covered in dark hair. Sure, you didn’t have a six pack, but your belly was way better, way stronger, because of the fat you kept around your middle.

Meanwhile, your arms thickened and darkened, your hands twitching as they grew big and callused and gripped your musky towel harder. You wiped your armpits too, but chuckled as you felt the thick, dark hair that grew in them immediately begin to drip musky, mature sweat down your thick lats. This was your third shower today, you remembered. Sure, it was a lost cause, but there was something sexy about the futile battle with your animalistic armpit musk, especially because of the contrast with your pale cock and wispy pubes.

You gave your rock-hard cock a tug as you started to dry your legs, leaving the best for last. It felt good to grip it with your big, dark-skinned hand, as if you’d never done it before. Had you?

You shook your head at the sudden onslaught of a doubled consciousness. How the fuck did you have the upper body of a mature Moroccan bear paired with the slender legs of some college white boy? Why was your white boy cock so fucking hard and leaky thinking about it? What was…

A sudden wave of vertigo came over you, and you lost your train of thought. Had the showerhead always been so high on the wall, you wondered, idly flexing your thick quads as dark, curly hair raced over them and down your swelling calves. Fuck, you loved being a short, thick muscle bear. You could get picked up and pounded by a muscle stud like Raj, and it was even hotter when you slung Jorge over your shoulder and threw him on the mats to eat the Mexican yoga teacher’s sweaty ass. All that was missing was your own ass, you mused, running your musky towel over your flat, pale ass and between your bulked up thighs.

Your ass suddenly thickened with muscle, bouncing as the cheeks squeezed, and you roared with pleasure, feeling your ring twitch, ready to get opened up. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gotten your needy ass filled, which was crazy because you usually couldn’t go more than twelve hours between loads. You were so lucky Raj and Shaun had opened this gym to get guys like you some relief.

Fuck, you needed to dry off your cock and go grab a guy to fuck you. One of those young bucks should have enough stamina to work you over.

The feeling of your cock and balls growing as you wrapped the towel around them had you whimpering. Dark, wiry hair grew in everywhere around your crotch, halfway up your big leaky bear cock, and immediately captured your copious sweat, letting that heady, sex-tinged musk you’d been smelling the whole time tickle your nose even deeper. Your eyes rolled back as you used the towel to pump once, twice, and exploded.

Your balls pulled up tight around the base of your dark-skinned cock like you’d been edging for hours, and you whimpered as shot after shot went into the thick fibres of the towel. You felt sweat dripping down your stubbled chin and moaned louder, loving how much of a big, sweaty muscle bear you were.

It could have been seconds or minutes later, and you were still braced against the wall, your towel wrapped around your cock as you gasped for air from a true all-timer of an orgasm. Behind you, you heard Shaun’s ironic voice. “Damn, Hamza, you gonna clean that towel this time, brother?”

You turned around and grinned at the younger man, shaking out your softening cock as you tossed him the towel. “Maybe after cardio,” you rumbled, enjoying the soft Moroccan accent in your voice. “You know I need a towel when I walk.”

“Brother, you need a mop,” Shaun said. He sniffed the towel appreciatively. You watched the Black jock’s cock jerk in his compression shorts. “Lemme get you a fresh towel, on the house,” he suggested, palming his crotch. “Me and this guy need a little alone time.”

You grinned back at him, putting one arm behind your head to show off your dripping armpit. “Why not get it from the source?” you suggested, seeing Shaun’s nostrils flare at your musk. “I can do bedroom cardio today.”

Fuck, you loved this gym. You were so glad you’d moved to this town.

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Not sure if the offer is real, but I want to participate. I am 5’9 144lbs. I have always wanted to be 200lbs, 6’4, and jacked with a giant package and balls. I would want to go in the super horny direction, but no intellect lost. I am a college student who is waiting anxiously for the battle with fat to begin. Again, I don’t know if this is real, but I am interested in Rakurai Inc.

Just a big dude then eh?

Walking back from work you notice a small parcel sticking out of your letterbox.

You open it up to find a beany with a small logo which reads Rakurai Inc. On it.

You put it on and immediately feel a warmth spreading through your being.

As you look over your body you see pounds and pounds of muscle flying onto your frame. Your loose shirt started to tighten around your growing physique.

Your arms make the shirt look painted on, while your pecs jut out, and you can't help but give them a good squeeze.

Your glutes explode making your ass look and feel amazing (you make a mental note of this, making sure to take it for a test drive later).

Your cock thickens, doesn't get much longer but as it was hard before it seems to briefly soften, before harding again, but not growing much more (Another mental note, seemingly you've become a shower).

A fierce stinging pain shootst through your arms as tattoos spread across them, and a heavy itch crawls over your jaw, giving you a stunning beard, adorning your new sharp jawline.

As you walk over to the mirror your surroundings shift and fade, while your mind gets overwhelmed. The new you blinks a few times while both the area around you and in your mind settle.

You're a top tier personal trainer on your way to your own workout. Today is chest day, you think with a smile as you pop your pecs while you hear your boyfriend calling from the other side of the room.

Dear customers be aware that any and all carreer changes due to our products will be funding our corporation. This will last three months as a sign of goodwill for our cause

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Hey hi! I'm having some trouble with my friend. We've been friend since middle school but lost contact for a few months. I don't recognize him anymore. We were both fairly average looking guy, maybe on the skinny side. But now he is towering and large. he doesn't like theater anymore, i don't know what happened. Would there be anything in your products to help me reconnect with my friend?

Reconnecting with an old friend? That's adorable.

You heard rumors about a life changing company making its rounds in town. Your childhood friend seemingly got their hands on some stuff so you've been looking around town for the past few days.

So you were quite surprised to find a package stuck to your door, with the logo you've been hoping to find across it ; Rakurai Inc.

You hurry inside to find a damp cutoff tank top . You take it out and the stangy musk drills its way into your nostrils.

Reluctantly, you put it on your skinny frame and take a look in the mirror.

It looks ridiculous on you, hanging off of you like a dress, your stick like arms in stark contrast to your big pectorals.

Your pectorals??

You frown as you see your torso broaden, muscles forming where there were none before. You watch in awe as abs push into being, your arms tripling in size as your hands explore your growing body.

You look down to see your legs stretch upward giving you an imposing 6'4 in length.

Your quads thicken, and looking down you notice your glutes filling the back of your pants.

A wave of pleasure notifies you of your dick springing to action and slithering down your legs.

Looking back up to the mirror, your mind glazes over. Memories of theatre and studying get replaced by Memories of working out , skipping school and making out with your best friend.

Your dick stirs in your pants as you remember the first time you made out.

As you rub your dick through your pants , your boyfriend walks in, smiling at your stature and quickly pulling you towards the bedroom.

A classic childhood friends trope.

Countless possibilities. Fantasies come true. Anything within your grasp with Rakurai Inc.

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Just sit back and relax, you’re not in trouble.

No? Then why did you call me in? I thought I’ve been acing all the exams.

Well I thought I’d give you a little extra credit, help you improve in the class a little. Doesn’t that sound good?

Um yeah sure. Anything for some extra points I guess.

Good, thought you’d like that. Now I just need you to relax a little and I’ll tell you what you have to do. I know you’re pretty uptight all the time. I mean you’ll get extra credit if you don’t worry so much.

Really? I mean, yeah definitely… I can do that.

Great. Just lay back, relax that tight posture of yours. I mean if you cared less about grades you’ll improve, I swear dude.

Um yeah… uh… sure “dude.” It’s nice to chill, definitely if it means some points…

Perfect. You sound more relaxed. You know if you really wanted to be doing well you’d also work on that scrawny body of yours. You need to work on the body and the mind. Best way to relieve all that unwanted stress right?

Yeah I guess I can do that.

So you want to grow right? Body and mind?

Yeah no problem. Body and mind.

Build some muscle?

Yeah building muscle.

Good. Looking good. But your priorities aren’t right. If you’re really about extra credit you’d put more of that brain power into body power.

Brian power into body power?

Yeah that’s right. Building muscle and looking good. I thought you wanted extra credit? You need to look good for that.

Mmm yeah I could do that. I can look good.

You wouldn’t be so shy about that.

*grunt* Mmm fuuck *flex* I mean dude I think I look pretty good.

Good start. But more points require more size dude. Brains for bulk dude.

Fuck. *grunt* Well how bout I just flex out of my shirt *deep grunt and tear* fuck yeah. How do I look now?

There you go. I knew you’d work for it. Just give me a nice dumb smile to really get it. You need to be pumped with cocky dumb confidence dude.

Huhu bro I got that down. I mean look at me. I’m one hot stud. You see these abs and pecs. All brawn no brains dude. Now how bout those points?

Hold up. Not just yet. For points you need inches. Like thick long cock inches. If you really want it you’d crave it, you’re whole body will hunger for attention, all you’ll think about it muscle and fucking and cock. You want that?

Mmm fuuuuuck yeah. I want it dude huhu

Good job. You’ve passed. Now pull those jeans off. I’ll give you your extra credit.

[kenzoharuki12]

I’m on the plane and man I feel lucky. I just started this new corporate job in London and a week later my team invited me along on their social trip. What a great networking opportunity, to get to know all these intelligent bankers and leave an impression on them. They haven’t told us where we’re going yet but they told us to pack for the beach. I’m in my beach shorts already but some of my coworkers are still in suits… they must just be planning on changing when we get there.

The plane engine hums in the background as I stare at the glass of champagne they offered me. A new job, a team that immediately included me, and now this trip. I couldn’t believe my luck.

“So, guess where we’re going?” says Mark, the senior manager, with an enigmatic smile. He’s still wearing his suit, but I’m already ready: Bermuda shorts, sandals, sunglasses. The others laugh, some betting on Ibiza, some on the Maldives.

I sip the champagne and smile. Perfect networking.

The landing was strange. No airport, just a strip of asphalt in the middle of the jungle. A bus takes us along narrow paths, until the vegetation opens up and a golden beach stretches out in front of us, lapped by a turquoise sea.

“Welcome to the final company retreat,” Mark announces, taking off his tie.

Some laugh nervously. I’m too excited to notice that no one has brought suitcases.

The heat is different here. Thicker. More alive.

I take off my shirt, feeling the salty air on my skin. Some of my colleagues are still in suits and ties, sweaty, but seem reluctant to undress.

"You still can't get used to it?" Mark asks, pouring himself a drink. "The water will help."

One by one, the bravest ones approach the shore. I'm the first to dive in.

The water is electric.

I feel a tingling in my legs, then a burning sensation that goes up my back. I get up and…

Fuck.

My muscles are more defined. My arms are thicker. The hair on my chest, once sparse, is now a light dark forest. And my Bermuda shorts… getting tight.

I turn around and see my colleagues transform.

Mark is a giant.

His suit is in tatters, muscles bursting under his torn shirt. His beard has suddenly grown, thick and wild.

"Finally," he roars, looking at us with eyes that shine with a new greed. "The real team building begins now."

My mind is foggy.

My thoughts blur, but one thing is clear: we are no longer bankers.

We are something else.

And the only rule now is dominate.

Details you can't ignore:

Your chest has expanded, nipples hard against the salty air.

Hair covers your legs, arms, chest. You are manlier than ever.

The shorts are now just a memory.  And what pops up underneath… well, no one complains.

Night falls.

Mark grabs the back of your neck. "Are you ready for the real presentation?"

[kenzoharuki12]

(@josshduckworth)

[kenzoharuki12]

Lives

“Rrrgghh yeahhh… I can’t believe it actually fucking worked!” Jonas bent his massive bulky body forwards slightly before flexing his giant new pecs and biceps with wonder. Showing them off with glee as he strained the tight wrestling spandex gear.

“What the fuck Jonas! What the hell did you do?!” Kyle, Jonas’ older brother, screamed upon dashing into the room only to find his little bro wearing his wrestling gear that’d gone missing about a week ago. Right now however he was more focused on the fact that his brother, who had been a chubby little smartass his whole life, was now a huge muscle beast! Meanwhile Kyle on the other hand, who had always been known as the sporty jock of the family, had suddenly shrunk down into a fat little shrimp version of himself!

Jonas smirked over at Kyle, looking down on his older brother for the first time in his life. “Well I was getting sick of the whole family always patting you on the back for being a meathead while I was always treated like an afterthought. So I looked into some magic shit online and it turned out all I needed was an article of your clothing and some magic lessons and presto! We switch lives.” Jonas explained before flexing again. “So now all those years you spent in the gym are mine along with everything else you’ve ever done! Everything you’ve achieved belongs to me!” He gloated while continuing to show off all the hard work Kyle had put into being huge.

Kyle was lost for words. What could he say? The man before him had literally stolen his life from him. He could tell it was still Jonas. After all his face was still the same only now it looked a little more chiselled and manly. But those arms? Those pecs? Those legs? They all belonged to him! Or at least the work that’d been put into them did. Meanwhile Kyle’s own clothes were hanging off his body. Before his Jonas hadn’t once stepped foot in a gym and now his body reflected that. Skinny arms with almost no muscle. A protruding little belly. A flat pancake of an ass. All of his gorgeous size and strength, stolen in an instant only to now be flaunted in front of his face. As if on cue, Jonas turned and gave his thick new jock butt a smack. Adoring how it jiggled.

“Better get used to calling me big bro from now on as well. Pretty sure our ages have swapped as well.” Jonas added, the more mature look his face now adorned suddenly made more sense as he’d aged up from 20 to 24 while Kyle had undergone the opposite.

That was it. Kyle snapped out of his daze and lunged at bigger man. Attacking him in a blind rage for what he’d done. Unfortunately, with Jonas’ new size and power, it wasn’t long before he’d easily subdued Kyle with a headlock. No matter how much Kyle wriggled and writhed he just couldn’t free himself from the grip Jonas’ giant bicep had on him as he was held underneath Jonas’ pit.

“Alright you little bitch, this is how things are gonna go from now on.” Jonas sneered down at his now younger brother struggling in his grasp. “For a start I’m the big meathead jock that dad is most proud of. Not you. Second, you’re going to act like this is all normal. Like you’ve always been a pathetic weak little bitch. And third, you’re gonna do whatever the fuck I tell you. Otherwise I’ll use some more of the magic I learned to turn you into a new wrestling singlet for me. Got it?” Jonas stated, clearly enjoying his new power far too much.

“…”

“Got it!?” Jonas repeated, squeezing Kyle a little tighter in the process.

“Y…yes. I got it…” Kyle finally replied, sounding completely and utterly defeated. He then let out a gasp as Jonas finally let him go.

The new jock smirked. “Now then, to help you get settled in, how’s about you worship me?” Jonas quirked an eyebrow before raising his arms up again and flexing them. Simply intoxicated with how they bulged with so much power.

Of course Kyle didn’t want to oblige. At this point he wanted to run away if anything but he was too scared that his brother might actually follow through with the threat he made. Instead Kyle took a deep breath before stepping forwards, a look of dejection crossing his face as he did exactly what Jonas told him too as much as he hated it…

“Mmmmm yeah that’s right… grope my muscles bitch! Fuuuuuck…” Jonas groaned as Kyle did exactly that. Running his hands over what should’ve been his pecs and squeezing them as per Jonas’ request. Tracing the bulging muscle of his biceps. Admiring the sheer magnitude of his shoulders. He hated it so much… which was exactly why he was so damn confused when he found himself getting a boner. Not that he was only one. Jonas had been sporting the largest tent every since casting that spell, pressing crudely against the tight spandex it was constrained by. Though it seemed Jonas was enjoying this muscle worship a little bit more than Kyle had realised until… “Ugh yeah! I’m gonna…” He didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence as moments later globs of thick cum seeped straight through the fabric of the singlet before falling with heavy drips to the floor.

Kyle found himself both disgusted and turned on at the same time. Was this going to be his life from now on? Forced to not only worship his asshole of a brother that stole everything from him but also forced to kinda enjoy it? His life was going to be torture…

“Now get on your hands and knees and clean that up.” Jonas ordered and Kyle did exactly as he was told.

[kenzoharuki12]

#PlantDaddy

This story was initially a mini-story, but expanded upon and turned into a full-length Patreon story detailing his transformation into the titular Plant Daddy. If you'd like to read, please click here!

As Arthur Flemming took a moment to stand in front of the blue backdrop and pose for the camera, the middle-aged man’s face couldn’t help but develop a stern and intimidating look as the flash finally went off. Although this hadn’t been his intention, the idea of him being an imposing man rather than a kind and sociable man would now be forever immortalized in his brand new lab ID.

Out of all of the problems that had occurred in the past two months though, that was nothing in comparison to the other things that Arthur had been dealing with. Hell, he was dealing with not only a lawsuit from his current employer but he was also dealing with several civil suits due to what he had done. Although it certainly wasn’t his fault that his creation – an aerosol solution that would help strengthen and mature plants to survive increasingly worse conditions due to global warming – was incredibly strong to the point that it worked in any organic matter besides plants, it certainly was his fault for sneaking out a sample of his solution to test out at home. As a result, it was his fault for not only spraying it into the air and causing his own weak and nerdy body to be transformed into that of a middle-aged muscular hunk, but also accidentally letting it traverse through the air ducts of his apartment complex and causing several other residents to go through similar changes. 

Out of all of the people affected in the mini-outbreak that he had caused, Arthur felt the most sorry for the pair of teenage siblings that had been unintended collateral damage from his experiment. The brother and sister duo, who were sixteen and fourteen respectively, had found themselves unfairly thrust into adulthood until they were both in their mid-30s. To make matters even worse, the brother now found himself older than his own parents – 36 in comparison to his parents’ 34 years of age. 

Although the solution had no exact amount of years gained across all individuals affected, Arthur’s calculations perfectly lined up with the duos’ new ages to indicate an average age progression of 20 years. For his own transformation, his fellow scientists had been able to figure out that he had aged 23 years to make him a grand age of 43. Despite having the body of a well-adjusted man with a decent retirement fund and bank account, the reality of the situation was that he was still a broke college student in the midst of his studies.

As a result, his college and its lab department had offered the man an olive branch that would hopefully remedy all of their problems. With the threat of the company getting sued in addition to Arthur, the employment conditions provided meant that the young man was essentially a prisoner in the laboratory. He’d wake up, get dressed, and immediately head into the lab to work on an antidote to reverse the aging of those affected by his at-home trial. Similar to a prison sentence, the man was simply brought trays of food to eat and only allotted an hour a day to go out and get some fresh air.

With the trial fast approaching, the man hoped that someday soon he’d create a solution and be able to fix his mistake. But although he was desperate to help everyone else go back to their original ages (or as close as he could possibly manage), Arthur had no desire of going back to his old self. Despite the lack of freedom he currently had, he still felt more alive than he had ever been due to his new body. Every morning was a dream come true to wake up and have this immense, muscular body and handsome face greeting him in his reflection. The plant solution had given him a new lease on life and he wasn’t ever going to let himself lose that again!

Of course, living in a laboratory could be quite boring but Arthur found a brand new pastime in the form of social media. Prior to his transformation, the man only ever lurked on social media by liking posts or reposting them, but now with this new body, he was in front of the camera nonstop. Given his passion towards saving the environment against global warming in addition to his green thumb, the man found new life as a TikTok influencer by the name of PlantDaddy. In addition to giving tips about taking care of plants and answering viewer questions about how to best take care of their plants, the man also recognized his status as a thirst trap and used that to his advantage. In addition to occasional thirst traps, his informative plant-knowledge posts still provided quite a show by him opting to either be completely shirtless or wearing shirts that left nothing to the imagination.

Although the concept of starting an OnlyFans had ultimately begun as an idea to try and start saving money for all of his lawsuits, the reality of the situation was that Arthur loved nothing more than flaunting his new body. Life had a funny way of taking people down paths they didn’t expect and Arthur believed wholeheartedly that the universe had gifted him the best possible course in life. No longer would he feel ugly and worthless when he had a body most would kill to either have or touch and, as a result, a captivated audience that would listen to and heed anything he said…

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[kenzoharuki12]

Sorority Sister to Supersized Stud

When Britney Peterson woke up one morning to discover a text from her fellow sorority sister Natalie, the blonde had to do a double-take to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. If there was anyone she didn’t expect nor want a text from, it was Natalie Sanderson. 

Ever since their freshman year of college, the duo had established themselves as formidable adversaries due to their similar skills and popularity. Yet while Britney treated others with kindness and respect, Natalie was the polar opposite. Instead of being a giver, the woman just took with no care in regards to how her actions affect others. By their senior year, their different philosophies had caused a clear rivalry to form between them as Britney was happily elected to become not only sorority president but also the head cheerleader (two positions that Natalie also desperately tried to get her hands on).

In the past few months, Britney’s brunette foe seemed eager to go scorched Earth upon losing the final elections for both head cheerleader and sorority president. Out of nowhere, the woman posted her own equivalent of a Burn Book which revealed every single secret that any of the girls had ever told her about themselves, their boyfriends, or their families. Understandably, this led to Natalie becoming the pariah of the sorority to the point where she barely left her room besides heading to class and back. Of course, Britney was empathetic to the girl who had seemingly lost everything, but it was hard to stay in that mindset for too long due to the actions she took towards not only Britney but her other sorority sisters as well.

Returning to the text though, Britney couldn’t help but be confused by the bizarre message that Natalie had sent her. On top of a long rambly apology, the message included a link to a “present” that Natalie said that she had made specifically for her. Despite knowing that it was probably some stupid prank or another attempt at revenge, Britney couldn’t help but ponder if the woman had genuine regret and thus opted to click on the link. Upon doing so though, the link pulled open the woman’s phone browser and turned it into an all-black screen. Wondering what was going on, Britney simply stared at the device waiting for something to happen… until a sudden tingle coursed through her hands and caused her to exit the window.

Upon firing a text saying that the link didn’t work, the woman headed into her bathroom and set her phone on the countertop as she undressed and began to shower. As she did this though and remained utterly focused on cleaning herself off, Britney was unable to notice the tingle that had transferred into her fingers spreading throughout her entire body and causing a series of changes to occur. In an instant, the woman’s toned physique began to suddenly inflate with muscle. While her biceps and thighs grew incredibly thick, the woman’s plump breasts and ass were like balloons as they suddenly popped and were sapped of any supple adipose tissue. Despite finding herself struggling to fit into the now-tight quarters of the shower due to her newfound bodybuilder physique, Britney remained completely oblivious as she continued to wash along her plump pecs and firm muscle ass. 

As the woman’s shower continued, Britney began to focus on washing her genitalia. But as she rubbed along her vagina, a sudden tightness began to emerge as she washed the area. Despite this sensation, the woman was in an entirely different world as a ballsack complete with golf-ball sized testicles birthed themselves from her feminine folds. From there, the water flowing down her body continued to change course as inch-by-inch, a girthy 8” appendage manifested to complete the woman’s physical shift into a man.

From the neck up though, the delicate features of a female visage complete with long blonde hair seemed ill-fitting on such an imposing physique. Luckily this wouldn’t be the case much longer as Britney’s focus now shifted toward washing her hair and face. With each run of her shampoo-covered thick callused fingers through her long blonde mane of hair, the strands were quickly receding into her scalp until she eventually gained a tight short blond hairstyle. As she grabbed some facial scrub and began to rub it into her visage, the features began to shift from soft and dainty to hardened and angled. In addition to the light sensation of trimmed stubble now brushing against his fingers, the new man gained a prominent brow and jawline as his nose straightened and also widened to give him the face of an imposing male model.

As the man lifted his head up and allowed the water to wash out the shampoo and face scrub, the memories and personality of Britney were undergoing a significant shift to fit his new form. Rather than being the head cheerleader, the new man was a linebacker on the college’s football team. In addition, the intelligence and well-mannered personality of Britney devolved severely to turn this new hunk of a man into a crude and cocky young man who would rather spend the entire day in the gym or being athletic than in a stuffy classroom.

With the final bit of shampoo and soap being washed down the drain, Brian Peterson went ahead and turned the shower off before wrapping a towel around his waist and stepping out. As he made his way to the sink, a swell of pride couldn’t help but fill his wide chest as he took in his tremendously imposing physique. He looked like an absolute god, which was a great thing since he WAS a god on campus!

Eager to revel in his own vanity, the man went ahead and grabbed his phone to pull open his camera. As he lifted the phone up to the level of his prominent Adam’s apple, the man hit record as he posed for the camera and showcased the hardened angles of his jawline.

In the midst of inflating his ego even further, the immense hunk was suddenly interrupted via a text by Natalie. Instantly, memories implanted themselves into the man’s mind in terms of his new relationship with the woman. Rather than being adversaries, the two were closer than ever – as a couple! In Brian’s eyes though, it only made sense that the head cheerleader would be dating the captain of the football team. Plus, they were both hot as fuck so every other couple on campus could only aspire to be like them.

As he opened up the text and saw a photo of the woman’s breasts with a seductive text talking about how badly she wanted him, it wasn’t a surprise that the man’s cock began to harden up at an exponential rate. Eager to return the favor and give her something to lust over, the man wasted no time pressing record as he pulled off his towel and mentioned how “chubbed up” Natalie made him. 

Back in her room, Natalie couldn’t help but smirk as she got her ultimate revenge against Britney. With her out of the way, Natalie’s life was utterly perfect now. She was head cheerleader and sorority president (which was the only reason why Brian could get away with sleeping and showering in one of the spare sorority bedrooms whenever he partied too hard), with a ripped and hunky boyfriend to boot. The woman was on top of the world and if any adversary ever came up against her, she now knew the power of the Chronivac!

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[kenzoharuki12]

Fear&Swapping

Happy Valentine's Day!

On Patreon, I just released an 11k word story involving a transformation-themed love story involving Hasan Piker and AustinShow. In addition to swapping bodies with his leaner friend, the straight man finds himself growing incredibly lustful towards his former body and the way his increasingly cocky best friend flaunts it. Let's just say there's a LOT of focus on seduction and submissiveness with this one...

If you're interested in reading, the story is available as a part of the $10 Patreon tier or available for individual purchase for the same price if you just want the story itself. Click here to get access!

[kenzoharuki12]

My ideal body would be bigger, stronger and more mature. You know, the perfect things a daddy has.

The food court was abuzz with life, as families chatted over greasy trays of fast food and teenagers laughed too loudly in between loudly filming content for their social media. Meanwhile, you’re sitting alone at one of the tables – absentmindedly picking through a tray of half-eaten fries as your mind wanders and gaze drifts across the crowd. 

And then, you see him.

He stands in line at one of the busy vendors, a mountain of a man with a body thick with muscle, broad shoulders and biceps on full display due to his revealing tank top. His stubbled jaw is strong, giving him a rugged, mature look despite the hair not having a single hint of grey. Immediately, you could feel how his presence instantly commanded attention.

You swallow hard, your thoughts betraying you before you can reel them in. God, I wish I looked like that. If you had his confidence, his build, his effortless magnetism…dating would be a cakewalk compared to how it was now. No more awkward conversations, no more feeling invisible. Men would want you the way you want. You couldn’t imagine how many guys would easily fall under a man like that’s spell and submit to anything he desired…

The thought barely finishes before something strange happens.

The man suddenly stopped as he went up to give his order to the cashier. Mid-step, mid-action, as if a switch inside him was suddenly flipped. His head tilted slightly, like he’d heard something no one else could. Then, without warning, he turns. His dark eyes lock onto yours with a weight that leaves you trembling.

Your pulse stutters.

You look away, heat creeping up your neck. Shit, did he catch me staring? You brace for some kind of reaction – a glare, a sneer, maybe even some choice words about keeping your eyes off other men. But none of that happens.

Instead, he moves. He heads out of the line, walking through the crowded tables in the center of the food court… heading straight for you.

Your heart pounds harder with every step he takes. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t glance around, doesn’t slow. In seconds, he’s there, standing before you, so close that you can smell the faint spice of his cologne.

He stands there for a moment, as if waiting for you to make the first move. You don’t know what else to do besides stand up and offer up your table as a peace offering of some kind.

But just as you get up on your feet and prepare to speak, his large mitt of a hand suddenly reaches out for you. Instantly, you cower and prepare for some sort of aggression from the man. To your shock though, you feel his hand reach around the back of your skull, with his fingers threading through your messy light brown hair. 

Before you can react, before you can even think, he pulls you in. His lips crash against yours, warm and demanding, stealing the breath straight from your lungs.

The world around you blurs. There’s only the heat of his body, the pressure of his mouth, and the sheer intensity of the kiss on your mind. It’s possessive and sensual, almost as if he’s wanted this just as much as you have.

His kiss deepens, growing hungrier, more forceful. His lips move against yours with raw intensity, his stubble scratching at your skin as he tilts his head, taking you even deeper into it. You barely have time to breathe, barely have the space to think of anything but the feeling of him and his dominance.

Still unsure if you should touch himself yourself, your fingers curl into a fist as his grip around your head grows firmer. His stubble scrapes along your cheeks and upper lip, a sharp friction that burns in the best way. You chalk it up to the roughness of his face, a delicious sort of rug burn that only makes you more aware of him. But you don’t notice how the irritation doesn’t fade. How a faint, trimmed stubble of your own begins to emerge in response, spreading across your jawline as if mirroring his.

Then his teeth catch your bottom lip. 

Caught off-guard, you initially expect just a sharp nip from the man. As such, your body shivers as this action is then followed by a firm tug.

Pleasure twists through you, edged with just a hint of pain, but you don’t pull away. You lean in, chasing the heat of his mouth, even as he repeats the action several times across both lips. The area tingles beneath his touch, a light sting settling in followed by a strange sort of numbness. As you focus on the pleasurable yet shocking nature of what you’re experiencing, you don’t realize how your body continues to change. Your lips swell, with each kiss and bite reshaping them into something fuller, plumper, and certainly more kissable.

His fingers rake wildly through your hair, gripping and tugging as if he can’t get enough of you. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, your scalp prickling as the strands darken, deepening in color until they’re as jet black as the faint stubble shadowing your jaw.

Then his hands begin to roam.

Large, rough palms press against your arms, gliding down over your biceps. His touch is firm and greedy, as if your body was unclaimed land he wanted to claim for him and himself only. While he does this, the softness in your arms melts away, leaving behind lean defined muscle in his wake. The shift spreads through your chest, tightening and sculpting the area by replacing any hint of flab with toned strength.

He moves lower, hands gripping against your sides as his body leaned forward to press into your waist and hips. A strange weightlessness washes over you, your body subtly adjusting to its new weaker yet toned form. You don’t notice at first though, too lost in the way his mouth and tongue keeps invading yours. But when he suddenly leans down to reach you, angling his body in a way he hadn’t needed to before, something feels…different.

Somehow, you’re shorter now.

Not by much, but enough that the shift was noticeable – if you weren’t so intoxicated by the sight and affection of him.

Then he pulls back, just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes are dark, smoldering, filled with something unreadable yet immensely magnetic. Your heart pounds against your ribs as your breath remains unsteady. It felt weird to think about, but you couldn’t help but feel as though your entire body was thrumming with some sort of strange, electric energy.

His fingers trail along your jaw, tilting your chin up ever so slightly. His voice, deep and commanding, sends a shiver through your newly sculpted frame.

“Come with me.”

There’s no hesitation. No second thought.

Your body moves before your mind catches up, heart hammering, antsy and eager to do as he says.

You don’t think. You just follow.

Your legs move on instinct as the bulky man pulls you away from the food court. The world blurs around you – the people, voices, and mundane background of the mall all fading into irrelevance. There’s only him. The warmth of his touch as his thick fingers curl around your own. The quiet confidence in his stride as he pulls you through the corridor toward the men’s restroom and cuts off the father and son who were on the verge of entering the area first.

The moment you step inside, the door slams shut behind you – with him using your body to block anyone else from coming in. 

A rush of air leaves your lungs as your back meets the hard surface. His hands press firmly against the door on either side of you, caging you in. His eyes burn into yours, dark and intense, filled with something raw and undeniable.

“You didn’t think I’d catch you staring, huh?” he murmurs, voice rich and deep. A smirk tugs at the edge of his lips. “Luckily for you, you’re just what Daddy needs right now.”

The words send a shiver through you. A mix of anticipation and something else – pure elation. You’d never thought your days of people-watching and fantasizing would lead to something like this happening. It felt like something straight out of some sort of fanfic or movie!

You barely have time to explore those thoughts though as then, with a low grunt, his strong hands grab the collar of your shirt. You barely have time to react before the fabric gives way with a sharp, tearing sound. Your gasp turns into a startled moan as the cool air of the restroom washes over your pale exposed skin.

“Damn…” He exhales, raking his gaze over you, eyes drinking in every inch. “You’re so fucking hot. And so small. So weak… especially next to me.”

Something stirs in your gut at his words. Although this entire experience was hot as hell to you, there was a flutter of uncertainty.

In hopes of finding answers, you glance down at yourself.

The sight that greets you is…wrong.

Decent pecs. Toned abs. Not bulky, but clearly maintained. It doesn’t make sense. For a second, your mind struggles, an echo of something distant telling you this isn’t how you should look. But then, you decide to consult with your memories for answers. To your relief, you find several familiar ones.

Of course, you look like this. You go to the gym a few times a week, don’t you? Just enough to stay toned, to keep yourself fit, but never to bulk up too much. You loved nothing more than being a twunk – it was exactly what your favorite type of gay men, daddies, were looking for.

As a result, that unease you felt instantly fades, replaced by something closer to relief. Everything makes sense, there’s nothing strange going on at all.

Then his hands are on you again.

Thick fingers trail down your sides, gripping your waist before sliding lower. He grabs a handful of your ass, massaging, kneading, and then squeezing hard.

A sharp gasp leaves you. The pressure is intense, but so is the feeling. A strange sensation, like something swelling beneath his touch. As you awkwardly shift your legs as you feel your shorts growing tighter, your back is slowly being pushed away from the door as your ass fills out. With each second that this hot daddy enjoys playing with your ass, it continues to inflate into a perfect, perky shape. When you went to the gym, this was where the priority of your time was devoted – on developing the perfect ass that could satisfy any man with just how bouncy yet firm it was. You could recall countless encounters with men in the sauna – where they gleefully smacked your ass and grew mesmerized by the way the flesh rippled before sliding their cock in to fill you up with that potent dad nut.

Yet while you took a moment to embrace the changes occurring to you, the other man’s influence didn’t stop there.

Heat pulses through your groin, as your rock-hard, larger than average dick strained against its increasingly tighter confines. To your relief, one of the other man’s hands soon began to investigate the area, struggling for a moment before finally slipping his fingers down beneath the waistband of your shorts. 

An airy moan escaped your plump lips as the pain of your shorts stretching was traded out with relief from the man’s fingers touching the head of your manhood. As you tilted your head back and groaned in pleasure, you found that the man’s touch was making you all forget about the discomfort. Beneath the surface of the shorts though, the pressure was easing not from the man’s touch but from the way your bulge was shrinking and compacting yet remaining rock hard. In an instant, the man’s touch had converted your surprisingly girthly 7” cock to a measly pencil-thin 3.5” nub. To your euphoric mind though, the shift felt completely natural. After all, you were notoriously known as one of the biggest bottoms in the entire state. What good was a fat cock for when you wanted nothing more than to be on the receiving end?

As your body was reaching new levels of pleasure, your legs found themselves tingling and growing incredibly weak. With this strange weightlessness overtaking them, you relied on the other man to keep you upright as he pushed his body closer to you so your legs could grow leaner and provide a steady base to handle such a fat ass. Once again, another burst of shrinking occurred as your legs shortened and caused your stature to shrink down to an adorable 5”6”. By now, the change was undeniable. Besides your face, you were an entirely new person.

Your breath stutters, head swimming. You feel off, but at the same time whole. Like you’re falling into the right shape, the right body and life.

Then his lips graze your ear.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, voice thick with hunger. “The love of my life. I’ve never enjoyed topping anyone as much as I do you.”

A shiver races down your spine, but not from fear. From something deeper. Something familiar.

Then, your body found itself shivering out of control as the man’s gruff voice began speaking Spanish.

You don’t know the words. Or at least—you shouldn’t. You never took Spanish in school and you’ve never experienced the culture besides the occasional song recommendation on Spotify. Yet, the more he speaks, the more you understand.

You pieced together him discussing how unreal this all feels. How he couldn’t believe this was happening. How you’re not resisting at all. And then, softer, more reverent—

“How can you be so perfect? So beautiful? Just like a dream come to life…”

The fully comprehended words sink into you. Into your skin, your bones.

Instantly, a warmth spreads over your body – a golden hue that works with haste in deepening your complexion. You turned to face away from the man for a moment, finding yourself catching a hint of your reflection in the bathroom mirror. You moaned as you found your skin growing darker and richer. 

As your daddy, your partner for the past five years, hoisted up your arms and pinned them against his with his immense strength, you looked down and witnessed how your body hair thickened slightly while darkening to match your jet-black hair. Another rippling effect soon coursed through your body – causing any body hair along your chest, back, and legs to fade away until you were left completely smooth besides your armpits and crotch.

With one final glance, you looked into the mirror – gasping as you found that the face in the mirror had also slightly changed since the last time you saw yourself. Your nose had widened a bit and grown more prominent on your face, while your eyebrows grown thicker yet well-maintained and groomed. Your eye shape had altered a little, but the most noticeable change in that area was how your hazel eyes had darkened to an alluring dark brown.

Without a doubt, the new visage that you saw was one that was undeniably Latino. Although one last vestige of your old self suddenly spoke up in hopes of not wanting to completely lose yourself, it didn’t take much completely for you to give in. Everything that had happened to you, it just felt… right. 

The last pieces of your past self slip away, forgotten beneath the weight of the new body and life.

As you looked towards your man, your thoughts grew cluttered as you lusted for the feeling of his cock in your ass once more. Although your history and memories still felt a bit cloudy, there was luckily one thing you knew for sure at this moment. You belonged to him.

Ever since you met him at your gym one day and eagerly worshipped his ripe pits after a particularly grueling workout, you became his favorite amongst the large slew of boys across the country he had previously accumulated. There was no one else who was better for him than you, almost as if you were personally created just for him… just Daddy’s perfect boytoy to flaunt on his OnlyFans and showcase just how much of a dominant alpha he could be. 

On some nights, you’d have strange dreams where you imagined yourself with the roles reversed where you were the dominant aggressive type. But as soon as you’d wake up and see your hunky daddy loudly snoring next to you, you knew that was just a strange fantasy. 

You wouldn’t want it any other way...

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Welcome To The Neighborhood

When Ryan and his boyfriend Mark found Meadow Glen Apartments, it seemed like the perfect fit for them. The complex had a charm reminiscent of suburban neighborhoods, complete with tennis courts, pools, and even white picket fences lining the pathways. It was a picturesque place that promised peace and a sense of community – a far cry from their current situation of a hectic, run-down student housing complex.

As a result, the duo wasted no time applying for the apartment. To their relief, they passed the credit and background check and received word less than a week later that they had been approved. Within two weeks, the duo had started the process of moving into their new apartment.

So as Ryan and Mark finished unloading the last of their boxes, Ryan headed over to the living room window and took a moment to appreciate the view. The sprawling tennis courts were right next to their building, the sun casting a warm glow over the neatly trimmed grass as the soft whacking noises of tennis balls echoed into their apartment.

“Gosh, this place is fucking awesome, right?” Ryan said, turning to his boyfriend, who was busy unpacking dishes into the kitchen cabinets.

“Definitely. I can’t believe we even got approved to live in a place,” Mark replied.

Ryan nodded and chuckled before going to help his boyfriend unpack more of their belongings. 

After a few hours of doing such hard work, the man decided that he needed to take a little break. So while Mark went into their bedroom to sit down and watch some TV, Ryan decided to take a walk around the area. As he strolled along a paved pathway, he noticed a man in his early thirties approaching, wearing a skintight compression shirt that left little of the man’s physique to the imagination. Although he was planning on just offering a quick nod and smile, it seemed like the man wanted more as he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Hey there! You must be new here,” the man said, offering a friendly smile.

“Yeah, uh, my boyfriend and I just moved in today. I’m Ryan,” he replied, responding to the greeting with his own kind grin.

“Nice to meet you, Ryan. I’m Steve. Say, have you been able to check out the gym or tennis courts yet?” Steve asked, gesturing towards each area respectively.

“Not yet for the gym. That's why I was walking around actually! We live right next to the courts though, we’ve got a great view from the living room. It looks really nice,” Ryan said.

“Do you play tennis?” Steve asked, his eyes lighting up with interest.

“Uh, I used to back in high school. I haven’t really played since though,” Ryan admitted.

“Well, you’re in luck then! I’m an avid tennis player, so I’d be happy to help you get back into it if you’d like. What about tomorrow morning possibly? I always think it’s a great way for me to start the day,” Steve suggested enthusiastically.

Due to his hatred for early mornings, Ryan hesitated for a moment, but Steve’s friendly demeanor and the promise of getting back into the swing of something he once enjoyed intrigued him. “Sure, why not? Tomorrow morning it is.”

“Great! I’ll see you at 7 AM sharp,” Steve said, patting Ryan on the back before continuing on his way. In response, Ryan’s jaw dropped as he tried to reckon with such an early wake-up time. 

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The next morning, Ryan woke up early with a huff. Despite his feet dragging as he went through getting dressed in some old workout gear he had, he refused to ghost the other man who was surely already waiting for him. As a result, he laced up his sneakers and,  after finishing his cup of coffee, headed to the tennis courts. Unsurprisingly to Ryan, Steve was already there, dressed in tennis whites and stretching with a smile plastered on his face.

“Good morning, Ryan! Ready to get back into the swing of things?” Steve called out, his voice incredibly chipper as he reveled in his own punny response. .

“Morning, Steve. Yeah, let’s do this,” Ryan replied, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness along with the still-prominent sensation of drowsiness.

Upon being handed a racket from the other man, Ryan allowed Steve to run him through a quick set of drills to help him get reacquainted with how to stand and hold his racket. After going through a practice round of serving, the duo took a quick drink break before Steve suggested that they start doing some volleys back and forth.

Upon agreeing, Ryan made his way over to his side of the court and allowed Steve to begin the next task. But as each volley back and forth occurred, the man found himself feeling a strange tingling sensation. Unbeknownst to him as he focused on traversing his side of the court to hit the back back to Steve, the man had no way of knowing that his body was slowly changing. 

At first, it was subtle with things changing to help him become a better player such as his posture straightening or his movements becoming much more fluid. But soon, the changes became more noticeable. His muscles started to grow, his arms and legs gaining definition and strength. By the time they finished their first hour, Ryan found himself needing to start loosening his grip as his hits to Steve were falling far outside of the boundaries lines of the court.

Yet despite needing to constantly run to grab the overshot balls, Steve maintained a calm and chipper demeanor. “Wow, you’re becoming quite the natural, Ryan! I know you said before that you used to play, but you’re getting better and better with each set. We’ve just got to get you working on your volley strength and you’ll be better than most of the guys here,” he said, genuinely impressed with his newest personal pet project. 

In response, Ryan smiled as his cheeks slightly began to redden. He then looked down to avoid the other man from seeing his bashful response to the compliments – which caused him to notice his physique. Prior to heading to the courts, the man had a relatively twinky appearance where he was toned yet didn’t have much muscle mass. But as he looked down and saw how his arms were noticeably plumper and his chest was no longer flat, he found himself stammering. “I– What’s happening here? I look different and feel… stronger,” he said, his voice straining in confusion as he lifted his arms up and watched his biceps begin to bulge.

Steve responded like there was nothing amiss though. “Looks like someone’s getting quite cocky, huh?” he replied, chuckling as he reached up and patted Ryan on the shoulder. “You’ve always had a toned body - so you look the same to me. Anyways, I gotta go get ready for work. Same time tomorrow?”

Ryan nodded, still in a daze from his apparent transformation. “Yeah, sure. Uh, thanks, Steve.”

As Ryan walked back to his apartment, he felt a surge of energy and confidence. Upon getting inside his apartment though, his boyfriend awoke in shock to Ryan’s bigger physique.

“Babe, what the hell happened to you? You look like a jock now!” Mark exclaimed.

“Ok, so I’m not going crazy! I have no idea what was going on,” Ryan said, shrugging his shoulders which unintentionally showcased his thicker shoulder and neck muscles. “We were just playing tennis and by the time we finished, I was bigger!”

Although both men were unsurprisingly confused by what was going on, the sight of his boyfriend’s increased physique led to an unintentional side effect for Mark – he was growing increasingly horny. Before long, the questions about how and why this was happening were replaced with intense desire to feel those muscles and have his boyfriend use them on him. As such, the remainder of the day devolved into a kinky and excited adventure for both men as they wondered how else he would change the next morning.

As his alarm went off the next day, Ryan’s usual sensation of disgust at an early morning wake-up call was replaced with one of invigorated excitement. He made his way into his closet, where the man was stunned to find that similarly to his body the previous day, his clothing options had shifted too. In addition to growing several sizes larger to fit his more muscular physique, his former attire of graphic t-shirts had been primarily replaced with a sea of colorful compression workout shirts. This theme was continued to his pants and underwear – which was now primarily composed of compression briefs, dri-fit shorts, and expensive joggers.

Despite Steve greeting him, Ryan skipped the pleasantries and went straight into interrogation mode. "Steve, what the hell is happening to me?" he asked, looking down at his more muscular form. "Why am I transforming like this?"

For a moment, it seemed as though Steve was playing coy about what was going on as he adopted a more confused expression on his face. But as Ryan refused to budge, the man’s resolve quickly faded as he decided to finally divulge some answers.

“There’s a reason behind why you’re changing – Meadow Glen isn’t just any apartment complex, “ Steve began. “I don’t know how else to describe it besides it has some sort of magical energy. Whatever it is though, it helps people realize their true potential. I know it sounds creepy, but when I first saw you the other day, you reminded me so much of my former self when I first arrived here. I couldn’t help but imagine how much you’d change, so that’s why I invited you here. I wanted to help you discover that inner potential of yours and bring it out.”

Ryan stared at Steve, his eyes bulging while trying to process the revelation. “So, this place… you’re telling me it’s magical?”

“In a way, I guess,” Steve said with a shrug. “From what I’ve seen since moving here, it seems the magic only works if you’re open to it – if you’re wanting to change and become something better. Given the fact that you’ve embraced it fully, it seems you’ve been blessed incredibly well.”

Although he got the answers he was initially seeking, the revelations only made him grow more frustrated by his neighbor’s deviousness. “But why would you do this? You just went around and tricked me into transforming into something I’m not. Do you realize how fucked up that is?!”

Steve looked up, a small smile playing on his lips as he rolled his eyes. "Ryan, are you seriously trying to tell me these changes are a problem for you?" he asked, his tone calm and measured. "Look at yourself. You're becoming an actual man. Someone who is muscular and handsome rather than weak and frail. How isn’t that a huge improvement to you?"

Ryan frowned, running a hand through his hair as he looked down at his muscular torso that filled out his shirt. "But it's so sudden…"

Steve leaned against the net, crossing his arms. "Who cares about how fast it feels when you’re turning out so well. I’m sure that boyfriend of yours was a big fan of the changes so far, right? Well, just one more session with me and I think you’ll be finished changing."

Ryan's confusion began to give way to contemplation. "You can’t just be doing this all out of the goodness of your heart. So, what's in it for you?"

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. "Isn't it obvious? I’ll finally get a formidable tennis opponent. You're becoming a real challenge on the court, which is just what I need to keep pushing me to improve my game."

Ryan looked at Steve, processing his words. "So, we're both getting something out of this?"

"Exactly," Steve replied with a wide smile. "You've been given a gift, Ryan. Embrace it. Use it to your advantage. It's not every day you get a chance to become the person you've always wanted to be."

Ryan nodded slowly, a sense of acceptance washing over him. He flexed his now powerful arms, feeling the strength coursing through them. "I guess you're right. This is definitely better than how I used to be."

Steve clapped him on the shoulder, grinning. "That's the spirit. Now, how about we get back out there and see just how far you can push yourself?"

In response, Ryan smiled as he envisioned the ways in which he could continue changing. With a newfound excitement forming in his mind, the man cheerfully responded to his tennis partner. "Let's do it."

After taking a few minutes to stretch and prepare for the match between Steve, Ryan shook his limbs out one final time before jogging over to the correct spot to receive the other man’s serve. As he bounced on his toes and watched his partner begin a powerful serve, the man was giddy with excitement.

Steve, focusing on the game, didn't initially notice the transformation at first. It was only when Ryan returned another fierce volley that outsmarted the other man and won the first set where he glanced up and caught sight of Ryan's evolving face. Before his very eyes, the other man’s features were shifting – becoming more chiseled and defined by the second. His cheekbones soon stood out more prominently, which worked well as his jawline also sharpened in tandem into a strong, masculine contour.

As Ryan prepared to serve and start the second set, he had no way of noticing his brown hair darkening until it took on a rich, jet-black hue. By this point, sweat was beginning to run down his face to the point of annoyance – but this was soon remedied as a shadow of stubble quickly grew into a trimmed beard that framed his now strikingly handsome face. His eyes, previously cursed with dark circles, seemed to gleam with a new intensity as those circles were instead replaced with a light set of wrinkles. Although neither man had a way of knowing, this was the beginning of Ryan’s age progression into that of a man in his early 30s.

With each powerful stroke of the racket, Ryan felt an invigorating surge of strength that felt oddly at odds with the fact that he was growing older by the second. Regardless, he moved with a newfound grace and power, dominating the game with ease as his physique inflated a bit more with muscle to make his clothing even tighter. Steve, bewildered by the front row seat to the transformation, struggled to keep up, his eyes widening as he watched Ryan become almost unrecognizable.

Ryan's final serve was a blur, the ball slamming into the court with such force that it gave Steve no chance to return it. Panting, Ryan straightened up, his muscular physique now even more pronounced under the sunlight. He moved closer to the net as he reached into his bag and pulled out a rag to wipe the sweat off of his face. But as he moved his hand and the piece of fabric up to his visage, it didn’t take long before the man realized that it had changed over the course of the match. His hands scraped against the thick stubble that now covered his cheeks – providing a strong sense of excitement in the man who had never been able to grow anything besides a wispy mustache.

As the man reached into his bag and opened up his phone, Steve approached to watch Ryan gleefully open up the camera app and get a look at his new visage. Upon doing so, the other man watched as Ryan gasped in shock before beginning to poke and prod at his older and more attractive visage. 

“Looking good, Ryan. It seems like you’ve finished changing. Do you like it?,” Steve asked, knowing the answer yet still opting to ask to allow the other man to verbalize his acceptance of his new body. 

“Oh my god, hell yes. This is wild! I look so much more handsome… and older!”

In response, Steve chuckled as he moved forward to embrace his tennis partner. “Yeah, it’s definitely a lot to get used to at first! By the time you wake up tomorrow, everything will be fixed to fit your new, older body. I don’t know for sure what your job and everything will be necessarily, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you end up working here as a tennis instructor and trainer at the gym. A lot of the other guys who ended up as big as you ended up with a job like that.”

A strange yet welcomed sense of excitement and acceptance coursed through Ryan’s body as he fully realized that this new body and life would be forever his. The concept of an apartment complex changing him still felt like some weird fantasy tale, but based on his experience, he knew it was completely legitimate. As a result, he turned to Steve and wrapped him in a tight hug.

“This is all still so crazy, but thank you for everything Steve,” he said, his voice wavering with emotion. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you…”

Ever the wise-cracking fellow, Steve wasted no time trying to elicit a chuckle from the transformed man. “Oh, it doesn’t take much. Just keep showing up here so we can play together. One of these days, maybe not in the near future, I will absolutely demolish you!” 

From there, both men decided to call their session for the day. Steve said that he had to get ready for work while Ryan was eager to reveal the new and improved version of himself to his boyfriend. As a result, the duo said their goodbyes before finally going in their own separate directions.

So as he left the tennis courts of Meadow Glen and made his way into his apartment, Ryan realized that the move had changed his life in more ways than one. Not only had it given him a new apartment but also a new lease on life! He had rediscovered a passion, made a brand new friendship, and transformed into the best version of himself. And it all started with a simple offer from a friendly neighbor…

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It All Comes Out In The Wash

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Whenever Theo Hastings had a rough day at work, there was nothing that could brighten up his spirits than some retail therapy. Although working in retail himself might have dissuaded him from stepping foot inside another retail establishment until his next shift, the 25-year-old stocker felt differently as it provided a much needed sense of relaxation. Without a manager hounding him to put things away at a breakneck speed 24/7, he now had the ability to roam aisles at his own pace and just waste time as cheery pop songs softly echoed from the shop’s speakers. Plus, there truly seemed to be nothing that could rival the thrill he felt of swiping his debit card and seeing “transaction approved” flash on the screen – not only due to his poor finances and the worry of getting rejected but getting to walk away with a bag full of items in tow.

So as Theo stood in front of the thrift store, whose weathered sign looked like it too had been thrifted, the man’s lips pulled back into a slight smile. With 30 minutes left to go still before his and his boyfriend’s to-go dinner order was ready at a restaurant inside the same plaza, he pushed aside the slight aching of his muscles and finally entered the shop.

Instantly, the man’s senses were assaulted by the atmosphere of the shop. Despite having a cozy style with the antiqued decor that surrounded the endless racks of clothing, the space was incredibly cluttered and the scent of mothballs so prominent that Theo could instantly feel the rumblings of a migraine begin to emerge. He refused to be deterred from his mission though, looking around and smiling before beginning to venture into the tight aisles of clothing.

Theo simply meandered through the aisles, his fingers unstoppable as they brushed against the various fabrics until he found something that spoke to him. Although he had nothing really in mind, the decision of stopping into the shop was due to his newfound desire to revitalize his wardrobe. After spending so much time in the same size since his college days, fraternity gear, khaki shorts, and Aeropostale had been all he had needed for the past few years. But as he found himself beginning to grow out of them due to the increased muscle mass occurring due to his physically-demanding job, Theo figured this would be the best way to freshen up his style without needing to pay hundreds of dollars.

Additionally, the man couldn’t deny that he was on a mission to find things that could potentially spice things up with Peter, his boyfriend of 5 years. Back in college, the duo had seemed like a couple pulled straight out of a fairy tale (or the fantasies of gay men everywhere) – a frat bro who fell in love with a meek, average-looking Engineering nerd. They had first met when Theo needed tutoring help with his courses, but those late-night study sessions soon divulged into drunken hangouts turned makeout sessions.

That time in their lives had been the source of many eventful and exciting days (and nights) together, but as the time since those days grew, the spontaneous and exciting days disappeared and were replaced with a comfortable routine. Part of this was due to their intense jobs, with Theo climbing the retail ladder slowly but surely as Peter was working every weekday at an engineering firm – leaving them both utterly exhausted by the time they got home to do anything more than cook dinner and watch TV together. But despite the sad state of their relationship currently, Theo wasn’t willing to give up just yet.

So as he browsed the shop, the man’s eyes darted around as he aimed to find any sort of attire that could potentially turn his boyfriend on and spice things in the bedroom via some roleplay. He had known that Peter had a bit of a thing for leather, so as his eyes landed on a sleek leather jacket, Theo thought that he had landed on the jackpot. He pulled it off the rack and admired it, noticing how the smooth, cool material was a stark contrast to his rough, calloused hands. "This could definitely work," he thought, slipping it on and feeling an immediate boost in confidence.

He continued to sift through the racks, picking out a few more pieces that caught his eye and made his horny mind imagine scenarios – a handmade pair of denim booty shorts, a vintage band t-shirt, and a chunky knitted sweater. As he looked at the items in his arms, he instantly imagined the scenarios required for him to wear such items: a classic stripper outfit that would work with his mesh neon crop top from one of their Pride festival forrays, a shirt to go with the leather jacket and create a domineering “daddy” image, and something that could go with his reading glasses and give his boyfriend another “nerd” to mess around with respectively.

With his arms full of potential new outfits, Theo headed to the dressing room. He closed the door behind him, the tiny space feeling even smaller with the pile of clothes he had accumulated. Upon taking off the leather jacket and setting it with the other clothes, the man finally began to undress down to his underwear. For a moment, Theo simply stared at his reflection – taking into account his current physique. Although his physique wasn’t as well-sculpted due to his intense days of working out and dieting back in college, it was clear that the man was still in solid shape. His gym regime had grown a bit lax due to his aforementioned tiredness from work, but luckily his job kept him quite active from lifting heavy boxes and putting items on shelves day in and day out. So even with the nagging restlessness and guilt that gnawed at him, the man wasn’t mad at all at what he saw in the mirror.

As he tried on the different items, Theo’s excitement only grew as he saw how well the items fit him. Although he had already tried on the jacket prior to arriving in the dressing room, he did it again after putting on the vintage band t-shirt, lifting up his arms and flexing to watch the thick leather curve around his solid biceps. Oh yeah, this would be great for Peter, he thought to himself, smirking as he felt a sense of excitement. This seemed like the right decision – something that would finally reignite the spark that life had dimmed between himself and his boyfriend.

With his boyfriend in mind and his excitement continuing to grow, Theo couldn’t resist pulling out his phone and taking a few pictures of himself in the mirror. He knew that Peter would love it, so why not give him a tease of what he had planned for him?

"Hey babe, what do you think?" Theo typed before attaching the photos. Right before he pressed on the send button, he hesitated for a moment before deciding to add something a bit more playful. “Thinking of wearing this tonight ;)”

He hit send and while waiting for a response, opted to continue trying on the rest of the clothes. A few minutes later while he was trying on the chunky knitted sweater, his phone buzzed. In an instant, Theo's heart skipped a beat, causing him to rush to his device to see his partner’s response. But as he clicked on the message and began to read it, his excitement quickly deflated.

"Looks good. Are you coming home soon with our dinner?"

Theo sighed, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, his annoyance evident in his furrowed brow and stern expression. "That’s it? That’s all he had to say?!" he muttered to himself. He had hoped for something more: a flirty response or compliment… ANYTHING that would show Peter’s interest and continued attraction to him.

With his excitement deflated, Theo glumly began to undress and put his original clothes back on. What was the point in continuing when he couldn’t get his boyfriend to show any sort of interest? As he stuffed the clothing back onto their hangers and left them in the dressing room, the melancholic man was on the verge of tears while he made his way towards the entrance of the shop. He felt like an idiot for trying to spice things up just for his boyfriend to coldly reject his advances. In his mind,  the desperate man found himself wishing and praying endlessly to have that spark return to their relationship. All he wanted was a boyfriend that thirsted for him and made an effort. Was that really too much to ask?

With his mind set towards making a beeline towards the front door, Theo turned partially to the side before beginning to shimmy down the aisles – altering his stance to prevent his broad shoulders from ending up at odds with the congested aisles of clothing. Despite this, his fingers still once again began to graze against the fabric of countless outfits. As he did this, the man was suddenly feeling transfixed by the different consistencies that brushed against his fingertips – from the scratchy texture of old polo shirts to satin dress shirts.

But as the door was mere feet away, the retail employee stopped dead in his tracks as a sudden static shock hit his finger and caused his entire body to tingle. Upon gasping and shaking his hand in hopes of ridding it of its numb tingles, Theo turned in order to figure out what it was that shocked him. As his eyes lingered on the clothes rack and watched one article of clothing swaying back and forth on its hanger, he quickly pushed the other clothes to the side to give it a good inspection.

To Theo’s amusement, the item that awaited him was not one of significant monetary or aesthetic value – it was simply a used white undershirt. The concept of being shocked by the standard cotton fabric was quite amusing to the man, which caused him to reach out and begin to touch the fabric. But as soon as his fingers fully grasped onto the article of clothing, a sudden tingle coursed through his body. He suddenly froze, both hands still touching the fabric. Then, out of nowhere, a deep, resonant voice whispered in his ear.

“Buy the shirt, Theo. It will feel so good to wear it.”

Instantly, the man turned around wondering if someone was playing some bizarre joke on him. Unlike his own Midwestern accent, the voice that spoke to him seemed vastly different – sounding almost Middle-Eastern. Yet as he looked around for the culprit, he found himself alone in the cramped aisle. The voice had been so clear, so intense that it felt like it was whispered directly into his ear like a secret. Unsurprisingly, Theo hesitated for a moment, wondering if he was going crazy from a long day at work and just imagining things.

Theo’s hand trembled slightly as he lifted the shirt off the hook and continued to touch it. The fabric felt warm and inviting, almost as if it was calling out to him. He glanced around once more, his mind racing with questions. Was he going crazy? Was the voice real? If it was, why did it want him to buy it so badly?

Against his better judgment, Theo looked at the tag on the collar. Size XL, the same size he wore in all of his clothes. His fingers moved down the shirt until they found the price tag hanging – which revealed a price of only $3. Feeling oddly intrigued by the item, Theo draped the undershirt over his arm and walked to the checkout counter. He could feel the weight of the mysterious voice's command with every step.

As the cashier rang up the purchase, Theo’s mind buzzed with anticipation and a hint of fear. He had no idea what awaited him (if anything) once he put on the shirt, but something deep inside urged him to obey the voice's words. Upon handing over $3 and some change, the man reasoned that it was a worthy purchase no matter what. Even if he had simply imagined a voice and the shirt was nothing more than a piece of fabric, the item would still find a use for the man due to his innate desires to get back into the gym. With a second-hand shirt like this, he could feel no shame drenching it in immense levels of sweat as it found a new purpose.

Once he was handed a receipt, the man gave a slight nod before exiting the thrift shop. With each step Theo made towards his car, he found himself slowly being broken out of the intense spell that clouded his mind. Although he still had an innate desire to wear the shirt gnawing deep within him, the man’s slight germaphobia returned to remind him of the dangers of wearing second-hand attire. There could be countless types of bacteria or scents associated with the item, so as he headed towards the restaurant to pick up food, he reasoned the best way to quell his concerns was to put it in the laundry first. Then, once it was perfectly clean and ready to be worn, he’d put it on and figure out what would happen once it was finally on his muscular physique…

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Despite being a highly affectionate and needy individual, Peter Thompson was relieved to wake up alone on Saturday morning. As he got up and made his way into the bathroom to relieve himself, the nerdy man yawned and thought mournfully about the previous night’s events. The status of his relationship with his boyfriend Theo had been feeling increasingly rocky over the past few months, but nothing compared to the explosive argument that occurred that evening. Upon arriving home with the couple’s food in hand (along with a small bag from a nearby thrift shop), Theo’s eyes stared daggers into Peter’s soul as they sat at the table across from each other in silence. It was clear that the nerd had done something to upset the man, but he had no idea what it could be.

Upon bringing the intense stares and wondering what he had done to upset his boyfriend, Peter sat in awe as his boyfriend instantly snapped and began complaining about their relationship. Instead of being loving and affectionate partners, the handsome muscular man coldly stated that they felt more like roommates who just happened to share a bed. Although Peter loved to view things with rose-colored glasses, he wasn’t oblivious to their evolving relationship as it became less and less sexually or emotionally intimate. He had become completely consumed by his projects at his engineering firm, which left him feeling like a shell of himself by the time he got home.

As Peter attempted to explain this away and state that was just how relationships evolve over time, Theo grew increasingly frustrated at the young man’s apparent complacency. From there, the civilized dinner devolved into a screaming match that ended with Theo and Peter both staying on opposite ends of the apartment and wondering whether this relationship was something they still wanted to fight for. Despite Peter’s apparent laissez-faire attitude, the notion of disappointing his boyfriend so severely gnawed at him and left him with a deep pit in his stomach. He felt incredibly upset and desperate to figure it out, but opted to just give them both the remainder of the night to cool down before engaging again.

Upon finishing both his trip to the bathroom and journey through the previous night’s events, Peter returned to the bedroom and checked his phone. It was there that he saw a text waiting for him from his boyfriend.

Theo: Went into work early, needed more time apart. Let’s talk once I’m home. Love you

Instantly, Peter’s heart broke as he read the last part of the man’s message – mourning for the usual blue heart emoji that was intentionally kept from signing off the text. It hurt him intensely to imagine the fallout of their relationship ending, wondering how living together for the remainder of the lease would work and how their shared friend group would be shattered as the friends were undoubtedly forced to choose sides. It was too much to think about, so he opted to find something to distract himself.

As he looked at some of the couples’ clothes strewn across the floor, the concept of doing some laundry sounded like a good way to take his mind off of things. He could start a load before going to make some breakfast, then switch from the washer and dryer as he opted to clean more of the apartment to try and forget about the soul-crushing fight.

He grabbed onto the various articles of clothing and began to make his way towards the bathroom, stopping himself from throwing the items into the laundry basket upon seeing Theo’s plastic bag from the previous night resting atop of the other clothes already there. Using one arm to grab the bag out, Peter then used the other to dump the other clothes into the basket. As he used both hands to finally pull open the bag, the man was confused to find that his boyfriend’s thrifting haul was solely composed of a used white undershirt.

He reached down to pull it out of the bag, nearly losing control as his fingers grazed against the fabric and caused a full-body chill to travel down his spine. Upon rolling his shoulders and attempting to get ahold of himself, Peter then reached in and pulled the item out and watched the loose bag hover down to the floor.

For a moment, the man simply observed the piece of clothing – noticing its slightly worn quality but finding no noticeable stains or tears. Overall, it looked like a normal piece of clothing – at least it did until the Middle Eastern voice began to speak to him.

“Yes, that’s right, Peter. It feels good, doesn’t it? Put it on.”

As the deep husky accented voice echoed through his mind, Peter froze as his heart began to race. He looked around the bathroom, half expecting to see someone standing there but finding himself completely alone. While Peter gasped and attempted to compose himself, the voice persisted as it spoke incredibly calm yet commanding.

“Peter, put it on. You must!”

Peter shook his head, trying to clear the fog of confusion that plagued his mind. "What’s going on? Who are you?" he whispered, feeling somewhat foolish for talking to what seemed like thin air.

"My name is Fadelellah," the voice replied. "I don’t know how else to say this, so I’ll come right out with it. I’m dead – I’ve been dead since 1994. For decades, I have been trapped in this shirt. Now please, put on the shirt and help me. I’m begging you!”

Peter hesitated, his rational mind at war with his innate curiosity about this bizarre trick being plagued on him. This had to be some kind of joke, it was either Theo playing some sort of trick on him or he was on the verge of a mental breakdown in the aftermath of their fight. Yet no matter how desperate he was to find a logical reason behind the mysterious voice, he had no way of explaining away how realistic the voice sounded to him. Not only did it sound so real, but the young man couldn’t help but notice the tone of desperation that coated the ominous words.

"Why should I? I have no idea who you are! Hell, I don’t even know if this is real or I’m just having a goddamn breakdown" Peter exclaimed, his voice trembling.

“Believe me Peter, I’m completely real,” Fadelellah said, “I’ve been replaying my death on a loop for decades, waiting for an opportunity for a second chance. I think that could be you…”

In response, a shiver coursed down the man’s spine as he tried to imagine such a cruel fate – not only trapped as an inanimate object but forced to recall his final moments nonstop. “But, why do you think I’m the one who can help you? How am I supposed to help?”

“I’ve been waiting for someone like you – someone who struggles with their life and wishes for something better. What if I told you that I could fix all of that? All you need to do is let me share a body with you and we’ll be unstoppable. All you have to do is put the shirt on.”

For a moment Peter hesitated, unwilling to make a decision as he attempted to comprehend what was being said to him. This random man wanted to share his body with him? That sounded like a horrible idea. Plus, how was he supposed to trust that this wasn’t some trick that would cause him to become a passenger of his own body? Hell, he couldn’t help but think about Theo as well – wondering about how a relationship would work with him having to deal with a boyfriend that had two souls sharing control. What if this Fadelellah guy was straight and tried to break him up with Theo?

As if the spirit was reading his thoughts, the disembodied voice spoke once more in hopes of squashing his fears. “Do not worry my friend, I know it sounds scary, but I promise it will be nice for the both of us. You know, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I overheard the argument you and Theo had last night. What if I told you I could fix that? When Theo first touched me in the thrift shop, I was able to tap in and learn everything about him. With my assistance, we could fix your relationship and make it so neither of you are ever unhappy again. Peter, I’m more than willing to do all of that to pay you back for helping me… all you have to do to make that happen is put the shirt on…”

Against his better judgment, Peter instantly found himself tearing off his own shirt. Although he still didn’t believe that this was really happening, there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to fix things with Theo. He loved that man more than anything in the world, so if this random spirit said he could fix their relationship, he was more than willing to give it a shot!

As he slipped the undershirt over his head, Peter was stunned by how it was cool to the touch. Given his bigger status as a pudgier nerdy type, the fabric wasn’t baggy in the slightest – instead instantly grazing along his skin as he pulled it further down his body. By the time the shirt was fully covered over his torso, the man’s spine felt completely numb from the intensity of the cold shivers that throbbed.

After this sensation dissipated though, the man waited in hopes of Fadelellah’s voice returning and helping him fix his relationship. Yet for what felt like an eternity – nothing happened. Just as he was about to abandon hope and consider checking himself into a psychiatric facility, a warm sensation suddenly invaded his body. The sensation localized in his chest as it then began to radiate outwards towards his limbs and head.

"Thank you, Peter," Fadelellah's voice said, his desperate and somber tone now replaced with one of pure elation. "Now, I can begin to live again!"

Peter's heart pounded in his chest as the warm sensation intensified, transforming into a tingling that spread to every corner of his body. He felt like he was on the verge of having a heart attack, which caused him to look down in horror. Upon doing so, the man watched as something unbelievable happened – weight began to melt off of his frame. By the second, pieces of flab were evaporating from his form to remove his slightly pudgy belly and the modest flab that softly filled out his average frame.

Despite loving the concept of losing weight, the shock of transforming caused the man to freak out. As a result, the man’s hands went haywire as they tried to move towards the bottom of the shirt and pull it off. Yet although he could move his hands around, it felt like there was an invisible block preventing him from grabbing or touching the shirt.

Instantly, panic set in as he realized he was already losing total control of his body.

"What are you doing to me? Why can’t I take the shirt off?! Please, I changed my mind. I don't want this!" Peter cried out, his voice echoing through the walls of the couple’s average-sized bathroom.

"Do not worry, Peter," Fadelellah's voice replied, his tone coming across soothing like a concerned parent comforting their child. "This was just a precaution while our souls merged. Believe me, this is a gift. Embrace it. You’ll soon realize how much you’ll enjoy the change."

Perfectly timed, Fadelellah’s words led into the next stage of the man’s transformation. Peter’s body began to behave like a balloon as his newly frail frame began to slowly inflate. Muscles swelled beneath the skin, causing his arms and chest to quickly begin to thicken with newfound strength. As he looked down in disbelief, the man observed how a solid pair of pecs now jutted out against the tight undershirt while his biceps bulged against his widening obliques. The man’s jaw dropped as he watched the emergence of cobblestone abs emerge against the tight fabric of his shirt. It was absolutely insane to believe that he was transforming into a muscular man whose physique rivaled that of his boyfriend’s.

In response, Fadelellah let out a deep chuckle as he could feel his shared body’s face contort. "See? Isn't this better?" he cooed. "You are strong and that’s just the start. By the time we’re done combining, you’re going to be so handsome you won’t be afraid to look in the mirror. Now, take a moment to explore those new muscles of yours."

Once again, Peter found his body suddenly betraying him as his arms began to obey Fadelellah’s order. So despite wanting so badly to use those hands to pull up on his shirt and get a reprieve from the shirt’s influence, his hands instead began to feel up on his new musculature. As such, his senses allowed him to feel the well-defined ridges of his cobblestone abdominal muscles – a surprisingly pleasurable shiver coursing through his body as he compared that sensation to the pitiful pudge that his fingers usually grazed.

Despite his initial terror wanting him to resist the changes, Fadelellah’s words echoing through his brain caused Peter to re-evaluate his position. Was there really a problem here? He was becoming absolutely massive with muscles he could only dream of having! Opting to actually give these changes a shot, he decided to take control of his hands to finally marvel at his transformation thus far. He felt powerful for the first time in his life, no doubt due to his body now suddenly brimming with intense energy and vitality. He looked down at his new physique, awkwardly lifting up his arm and trying to tense the muscle. In response to finally getting it right, the man looked gobsmacked by the tense muscle that bulged to a size of a softball.

This initial sight was instantly intoxicating to the man, which caused him to explore more of his increased physique. He struggled for a moment but eventually was able to pop his pecs, stifling a chuckle as he bounced between each pectoral and established a rhythm. His hands wandered down the strip of sculpted abdominal muscles for a moment before reaching behind to his derriere. As the bottom in the relationship, Peter was curious to see how his ass fared during the changes. Upon realizing the globe-like shape of each plump yet firm ass cheek, the man’s boner (which had silently lengthened to become nearly 8 inches) rushed from a semi to a fully erect one while envisioning all of the fun he could have with Theo.

As he continued to look down at himself though, Peter soon came to realize that his body was still transforming. Instead of his pasty white complexion, his skin was quickly darkening to a more tanned hue. Initially this seemed to not be a problem, but as the color began to shift to a more olive-like shade, alarm bells began to ring as he realized that he wasn’t just getting tan… he was changing ethnicities.

“Wha- what’s happening to me?” Peter cried out, his eyes bulging out as he heard his voice beginning to deepen. “Oh– my v-voice,” he continued, the accent sounding oddly familiar for a moment until he realized why they sounded familiar – it was the same voice coming out of his mouth that he heard Fadelellah speaking in his mind.

“Do not worry,” Fadelellah began, his voice returning to his more condescending coddling tone. “The fates have just decided that we are meant to become Middle-Eastern like I once was. It will be great though, you’ll see! Since we’re together as one in this body, you’ll be able to read the Qur’an and speak Arabic like a pro. I can’t wait to share that with you!”

Peter's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to resist, to fight back against what was happening to him, but the allure of his new body and the perks it provided was overwhelming. He could feel Fadelellah's presence growing stronger, his control slipping away the more his body molded to accommodate its newest inhabitant.

As a tingle began to emerge across his entire head, Peter instantly pulled his head up to direct his attention to the bathroom mirror. Upon doing so, the man was left with no other choice but to watch as his facial features began to shift. In addition to taking on a more angular, chiseled appearance. He watched in awe as his eye shape altered – shifting from a more wide, bug-eyed appearance as the eyes sunk into a more rectangular-shaped socket. For years the man had been ridiculed for his prominent nose, but that soon became a thing of the past as it shrank and straightened to gain a more masculine appearance.

Peter watched in awe as his jawline began to crack and contort away from its former round shape – giving way to stubble that started to push out and cover his altered cheeks. But rather than the average light brown hair that resided on his head, this hair was a stark jet black that helped frame his cheeks and lips as a pencil-thin mustache wrapped around his plump lips. Once this facial hair traversed up into his sideburns, it caused a domino-like effect as every hair on his scalp then slowly shifted to match the same shade that adorned his cheeks and eyebrows until his transformation into a Middle-Eastern man was complete.

With the gravity of the changes fully hitting Peter, the man was growing incredibly desperate and scared. Although the visage that he now sported was absolutely an improvement over his former one, it was the biggest reminder of the fact that every morsel of his past self had been altered and erased. At this point, it was beginning to feel more like Fadelellah’s body rather than a shared one!

“Please, I don’t like this,” Peter begged, his voice coming out a meek whimper that would have barely registered had Fadelellah not begun sharing the same brain. “I don’t want to lose myself, this isn’t me!”

In response, a devious chuckle came from Fadelellah as he revealed his true intention. “Exactly Peter, this isn’t you… not anymore,” he said, his voice now beginning to sound relatively confident and cocky. “Instead, you’ll still be here, just tucked deep down within me. Your body was just the base I needed to come back and get a second chance. But don’t beat yourself up about it, just find comfort in the fact that I’ve turned you into something greater than you could possibly imagine.”

Despite his fear and desperation about his situation, Peter found his resolve wavering more by the second. The idea of his body being able to provide for Theo, to be the strong, confident partner Peter had always wanted to be, was tempting – even if it meant he wasn’t in control anymore. Maybe this was a chance for a new beginning, a way to reignite the spark in their relationship. It was clear that he was on the verge of destroying the relationship as it currently stood, so maybe it was better if someone else got to fix his mistakes…

"Promise me," Peter said, his voice now barely audible as he receded further within himself. "Promise me you'll take care of him."

“Of course,” Fadelellah replied. “Please do not worry, I will take care of both your body and Theo. Every day, I will cherish him like you once did. I know how important he is to you, so it’s the least I can do to repay you. Now, it’s time to let go Peter, I’m finally ready to live again.”

With one final deep breath, Peter obeyed the man’s words and surrendered. He felt himself fading, his consciousness slipping away as Fadelellah's presence filled the void. The last thing he heard was the man’s voice, being gentle and reassuring as he led his savior into a peaceful slumber.

As Peter's mind dissolved into darkness, Fadelellah gained complete control of a human body for the first time in 30 years. For several minutes the man stretched, relishing the concept of having limbs and a human body again after finally escaping his fabric prison. Despite being away from humanity for such a long time, he was able to peel his shirt off and navigate his new physique with no problem. With a smile on his face, Fadelellah lifted up his arm and flashed a wide smile.

“Damn, it is great to be alive again,” Fadelellah said to himself. “That went much easier than I expected, I almost feel bad for the dude. But hey, he chose this and I’m certainly not wishing to go back to being a shitty shirt!” the man chuckled to himself.

As he moved his hands down to his crotch, Fadelellah smirked as he tapped into Peter’s memories and was able to finally visualize the man who was almost his host body. Although Theo’s muscular and handsome body would have meant a quicker transition for the man to take over, the concept of inheriting a boyfriend to help welcome him back into the land of the living and adapt to modern-day living was a much more desirable outcome. Surely with a body like this replacing Peter, Fadelellah was sure that his new boyfriend wasn’t going to resist such a change.

With his mind continuing to envision Theo and all of the fun they’d have together, Fadelellah slipped his hand beneath his shorts and prepared to do something he’d been dreaming about for decades…

* * * * *

It had been three months since the fateful night in which Theo and his boyfriend had gotten into a huge fight, which had led to many unintended yet welcomed changes for the couple. Of course, Theo was initially hoping that their argument would lead to Peter just starting to put more effort into being romantic… so one could imagine his excitement when he came home from work the next day to find a candle-lit dinner awaiting him. However, that excitement turned to full-blown confusion when he found a random well-dressed Middle-Eastern man waiting for him instead of his dorky Caucasian boyfriend.

On paper, it certainly would have sounded ludicrous to believe that a simple used undershirt would transform someone not only in terms of physique but also ethnicity. However, given the fact that Theo himself knew about the mystical properties of the shirt due to the whispers that encouraged him to buy the item and try it on, it didn’t seem far-fetched at all.

Despite this, it was still a bit awkward and uncomfortable initially for Theo to find himself suddenly sharing a bed and apartment with a total stranger. But as time went on and the man realized how Fadelellah was able to instantly do things the way that Theo liked (ranging from the way he liked his food cooked to how sex in the bedroom went), this awkwardness dissipated quickly.

When it came to adapting to his new relationship, the only thing that kept Theo up at night was the knowledge that Peter had ultimately sacrificed his body to fix things in their relationship. It occasionally kept him up at night, wondering if Peter was still there in his former body deep down getting to see and realize just how happy he was. He certainly hoped that it was possible, as the concept of his former boyfriend being completely unaware of how things are going and forever thinking that Theo hated him was something that would forever haunt him. Fadelellah promised that Peter was down there deep down and able to see and feel all of the things he did, but Theo often wondered if that was just something that his new boyfriend told him to provide some sense of comfort.

Regardless of his concerns about Peter, Theo was relieved to find how great life was like now that Fadelellah was around. It was quite humorous at first helping teach the man how technology and society as a whole had progressed since his initial death in the ‘90s. Cell phones often transfixed the man, causing him to spend hours in awe learning about how he was able to watch movies, play games, and listen to music all from a small device in his hands.

Initially, a big question mark emerged for both men in terms of how they would be able to explain how a normal nerdy engineer was magically replaced by a Middle-Eastern hunk. However, the universe seemed to help remedy that problem for them as over the course of a week, reality slowly altered to where Peter was fully erased from reality and Fadelellah was put in his place.

Given the fact that the man was still struggling to adapt to his life in the modern era, his position as an engineer was certainly not befitting the new many anymore. As a result, the memories of all of Peter’s friends, family, and co-workers all altered to where Fadelellah was adopted by Peter’s parents and he went to college in hopes of getting a business degree. It was at college where Fadelellah and Theo first met – although the couple’s original meeting of tutoring sessions was now changed to both of them pledging for the school’s fraternity and bonding over the intense hazing process.

After graduating college, Fadelellah’s new career ultimately revealed itself to be as a personal trainer for a nearby gym. In time, the man had aspirations of opening his own gym, but until he had accumulated enough money to afford that along with finally adapting to life in 2025, he was happy to just stay where he currently was.

This career also turned out to become beneficial to Theo as well – as he was able to get a discounted membership due to his boyfriend’s employment. In addition, the couple would often spend hours in the gym working out together after Fadelellah finished his sessions for the day. It was something that Theo hadn’t initially expected to desire as much as he did. He remembered always inviting Peter to come to the gym with him, but he didn’t think it was a big deal when his boyfriend at the time rejected the offer to instead work on homework or any of the projects at his job. Yet now that he had Fadelellah with him to do these workouts with, he realized just how much he loved it (not only the workouts themselves but the flirtatious things Fadelellah did throughout like flaunting his abs or slapping Theo’s ass between sets). Consequently, that often led to the couple having some intense fun in the locker room after hours.

Given their kinky and happy lives together, it wasn’t a surprise for either man to admit just how much they appreciated Peter’s sacrifice. It was truly a selfless thing for him to do, and for that both men would be forever grateful. Yet despite feeling forever indebted to the man for what he did, neither Theo or Fadelellah opted to think much about the other man. Instead, they were too focused on living their lives to the fullest and enjoying each other’s company… especially in the bedroom!

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I’m really happy my roommate finally moved on from his toxic ex and is hanging out with some new friends, but I’m worried they’re a bad influence. Ever since he started hanging with them he’s gone from a sweet guy with a six step skin care routine to a cocky asshole who as he says is “embracing his natural smell”. I swear his friends are into latex or something because every time he comes back from hanging with them he smells like it and crazy enough I swear he squeaks too…

You stare at Nick from across the room, rolling your eyes as he takes yet another selfie of his new and improved form. Sweat drips from his mop like hair and onto his smooth, shiny skin. Ever since he left Randy, and thank god he did, he’s found a much needed respite in the local gym. He even found a couple of new friends, which of course you’re thrilled about. Seeing him so down and in the dumps for four weeks had you worried about Nick, but ever since the day he walked in through the door with those two giant dudes he met doing CrossFit he had a pep in his step and such a confidence boost. Cooper and Tre had doubled his size and musculature in a matter of days, which to you seemed impossible; but you were too happy for his blooming that you dismissed it as a successful CrossFit regimen.

And yet, this version of Nick that Cooper and Tre had brought out in him was something that gave you a bit of pause. For one, the smell. Showers started to be skipped a couple of times per week, clothes started to be reused time and time again at the gym… Clothes, as well, were being replaced faster than you could keep up with. Nick’s funky, colorful wardrobe had all but been emptied and replaced with athletic wear, sweats, and stringer tanks. You started to recognize your friend less and less. Standing there shirtless, in nothing more than his stinking gym shorts and rank socks, you couldn’t help but worry about him.

That isn’t to say he isn’t your friend anymore- he still laughs and jokes with you, albeit his humor is dirtier and more crass, but it’s good natured. He still goes out with you to the bars and plays wing man, though he does find himself in the bathroom with various hunky men more often than you’d like. He still happily hangs out and games with you on the weekends, though you have to light a couple of candles in the living room to drown out his scent. His scent… that heavy, buttery musk of sweat and unwashed laundry, with a hint of… oddly, fresh latex.

“Yo! Bro, I’m tellin’ you, you gotta come chill with Coop and Tre. Look at this shit!” Nick flexes his tatted arm, the fresh ink from a day or two prior glistens brightly atop the firm bicep. The gentle squeak of his shiny skin not going unnoticed by you.

“Sure man,” you fib, “sounds good.” Your disinterest in hanging with the two brain dead jocks shone through the lies. Nick sees this, the squishing sound of his socks echo in the bedroom as he walks over to you.

“Well, good! Tre is on his way over! Thought we could crack some beers and watch the game.” The game? The gym is one thing, you can wrap your head around the almost therapeutic experience of turning off your brain and just doing simple movements. But football? You raise your eyebrow.

“Since when have you liked football? You hate football.” Nicks face cracks ever so slightly, the first time you know intrinsically you touched on something he didn’t anticipate you to catch. Before he’s able to stutter out some form of reasoning, the knock on the front door saves Nick from your questioning.

“Oh shit, that’s him!” Nick dumbly chuckles to himself and squeaks out of the now ripe bedroom, his stench lingering in the air. You sigh, closing your eyes to take one or two deep breaths. Another smelly dude bro- delightful. The sound of the door opening, and a jovial ‘whassup bruh’ breaks your centering ritual. You stand up and approach the door, only barely hearing the quiet whispering of the two before you enter into the living room- the sight of Tre’s 6’2” jacked body greeting you.

“Whassup, my dude?” Tre’s shirtless form takes you aback, his muscles glistening just like Nick’s. Tre has always been a nice guy, relaxed and always down to kick back and just hang; even if he takes his sneakers off and fogs out the room with his cheesy foot smell, he had been nothing but kind to you. You have no reason to dislike or distrust him, and yet, here you are. You smile with a feigned civility, waving at him. Nick struts over to the kitchen and pulls out three Pacificos for you- one very clearly already opened before he pops the caps off the other two as if you hadn’t noticed.

“Let’s get comfy, boys!” Nick chimes and walks over to hand you your beer as you watch with exasperation as Tre kicks off his Jordans, the scent immediately hitting you like a train. The three of you clink your bottles together, and take a swig. At least, you certainly do. In the periphery of your sight, you see the two of them watch you for a split second before sipping their drinks as well. Nick throws his arm around you, the slickness of his skin immediately reminding you of the feeling of lubed latex as he guides the three of you to the couch, plopping down on it like sacks of potatoes.

Tre flicks his thumb against the remote, the game immediately coming onto your television as if it were playing just before it was last turned off. You continue to sip your beer, your eyes darting between Tre on your right and Nick on your left, both screaming and cheering with every goal. More and more you find that you don’t know Nick anymore, or at least who Tre and Cooper turned him into. An hour passes before halftime finally comes to pass, your Pacifico all but empty at this point. Finally, Nick turns to you, smiling as he sees you couch locked and borderline drunk. It was one drink, how are you feeling so goddamned weird?

“You need another one, bro?” Nick pokes your arm, which you feel compress and collapse against his finger. In the right state of mind, this would have obviously concerned you, but nearly unable to speak, you can do little more than shake your head no. “Yo, Tre. I think it’s setting in.” Nick’s face is bright and elated as he and Tre high five eachother before hopping onto their feet.

“Shit, bruh that didn’t take long at all. Not gonna lie, Coop. I didn’t think you’d be able to pull it off. You good in there?” You furrow your brow in confusion at Tre’s words until Nick slips his fingers into his mouth, pulling firmly until his face starts to peel away like a mask- squeaking and slurping until the face of Cooper beneath is revealed.

“Yeah man, feels amazing like always. Nicks’s givin me all the info I need. Only slipped up once!” The two jocks bump knuckles, before Cooper slithers his way out of Nick’s rubbery body. His feet slap against the floor, as Nick’s face snaps back to normal. Your eyes are open in horror and shock, before Nick shakes his head and reopens his eyes, grinning from ear to ear.

“Fuck yah, bro! Worked like a charm!” Cooper helps Nick to his feet, and the trio of jocks stand before you, their arms crossed and standing wide. “Fuck, man you’re gonna love this shit. I can’t keep hiding this shit from you and not share it!” You watch frozen, unable to move, feeling your body go limp and light as Nick and Cooper walk over to the couch and plop down on either side of you. “Bro, after Randy, I was ready to jump off the balcony. Then these motherfuckers found me at the gym and promised they’d be able to help me. Now look!” Nick flexes his arm, before grabbing his smelly foot and pulling on it. The meaty leg stretches longer and longer, the squeaks of his skin growing into warps until it snaps right back to normal. “What do you guys think? A month? Maybe two?”

“Sounds good, bro. It’ll be good to have you with us, bruh. You’ll be feelin better in no time.” With Tre’s words echoing in your head, you feel Cooper push you head back, letting it rest on the back of the couch before his and Nick’s fingers slip into the corners of your mouth. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull as they stretch it wider and wider, joking about how stretchy you are already. Tre walks around to the back of the couch and looks down at you, his left hand slipping into your wet, tight throat. “Let’s goooo!”

Tre shouts, removing his hand from your throat before gripping either end of the couch, swinging those huge smelly feet above your open maw. It happens quick and easy. The stench of his socks only lingers for one second before they slide across your tongue, the grimy texture making them slide down your throat quickly. His massive body slides inside of you with ease- the outline of his thick legs sliding beneath the skin of your chest and torso. The wet squelches and rubbery squeaks increase in frequency and intensity, as his ripe bulge and thick ass slips into you, your neck bulging wide as you feel his feet squeeze into yours. The skin stretches taut over his size 14’s, and your legs burst with his muscles within.

“Ay, a lil help, bro?” Tre stands up onto your feet, your wide mouth sits suctioned around his lean waist- the salty flavor of his sweat soaked balls sitting on your tongue filling your mouth with his flavor. Coop and Nick jump up as Tre raises his arms up, taking ahold of your ears in their fingers. Slowly, they tug up on your head, encasing his cobbled abs and meaty pecs within your body. You taste the ripe sweat in his wiry pits before his arms slide downward into your mouth, squeezing them deep within you until his fingers are just able enter your shoulders.

“Aight, bro! Pull!” Nick shouts loudly, and in seconds they pull your your head upward even further. You feel Tre’s arms squeeze into your own, and with a single roll of his shoulders, his hands slip into yours like gloves. You see Nick smile with genuine excitement as he pulls your your head over the back of Tre’s, tugging more and more until it snaps over his with a loud crack. You anticipated losing control, fading into black, lost in the ether… you couldn’t be more wrong.

“Ahh shit, lemme just…” Tre’s deep voice bellows out of your mouth, but deep in your mind you hear it as well. “Excuse the reach, bro. One sec.” He plunges your hands into your shorts, and you can feel his monstrous rod slipping and sliding around in your torso. He pulls on your skin, watching it stretch until his tip lines up with the base of your shaft. You’d moan if you could, feeling Tre’s slippery cock filling your own like rolling on a condom. He grunts as it distends your dick to match his 11 inches, his thick balls dropping into your sac with a wet schlorp. Tre stretches in your body, making sure everything is where it needs to be while Nick and Coop grab more beers.

“How… why…. How are you doing this?” Your voice echoes loudly around you. It doesn’t go unanswered, as your body plops right back down onto the couch, swollen with Tre’s musculature. He kicks your feet up onto the coffee table, his ripe foot funk now wafting from your soles.

“Heh, it’s a trip, right?” His voice booms in your head. “Just a lil thing my friend from New Orleans taught me once. Feels good, too.” Nick and Coop drop down onto the couch with a beer for ‘you.’ He takes it with your hand, unfamiliarly large and vascular. “Just sit back and relax, bruh. Let Tre show you how it’s done.” Your three bros clink their beers together, as you’re left to watch out of your eyes as they talk about how dope you’re gonna be.

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Two months came and went, Tre took a bit longer inside you than had been planned- you two really bonded with him in the drivers seat. The way he swaggered down the street in your body, the way your rubbery skin glistened with his sweat, the musk that flowed from your feet, pits, and balls… you’ve grown to love it. You two talked almost every minute of every day within your mind, the feeling of having a bro with you at all times felt good and safe.

Feeling the thrill of lifting over 200 lbs with relative ease, the euphoria of him plunging your cock into dozens of men’s mouths and holes, the fraternal feeling of jacking Nick off in the sauna after a long lifting session, feeling like a sexy king with men and women drooling at your feet over your natural scent… you almost didn’t want Tre to exit you. When he did, it was bittersweet. Coop and Nick helped pry him out of your now jacked, musky fuckboy body, and it almost felt like on you were holding onto him inside of you. The moment he was out, though, your life really began.

You’re closer than ever with Nick, spending hours at the gym and at the clubs with him, fuckin boys and pumping iron. Every day is filled with crazy antics with the boys, Tre and Cooper are over almost every night kicking back with you, the bond unbreaking and unyielding. Just for yucks, you will squeeze into eachother, pranking eachother or just finding it a damn good way to feel close to your bro. In fact, the other day you fucked the shit out of this lil twink inside of Nick. The minute he walks through that door, you got a date tonight with him. You can’t wait to slip him on and use that dick of his, and he can’t wait either.