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I’ve always wanted to be overly modified. Huge. Muscles. And hairy. Can you help me achieve my overly modified dreams? When people see me I want them to say FREAK!!

Yeah I hear you dude. I want to be a freak to one day. Let’s get you going going on that journey the way most guys do, STEROIDS! Now, these aren’t your typical roids though. They’re top secret highly potent ones so in a way you’re an experiment here. Yeah just take those pills, I know they’re big but you need them. Mmm yeah man! They seem to be working pretty quick! See how your veins are standing out and pulsing? The roids are dissolving and going right to work. Feel the power as your body starts to bulk up. You’re getting taller and wider as everything in your body is converting to muscle. Hehe I see you sneaking a peak between your legs bro, yeah your dick and balls are changing too. Feel how heavy and swollen your balls are now? Well you have much higher testosterone now. As your muscles keep swelling that added testosterone is causing your hair to grow in fast. Mmm look at the sexy beard. Yeah man you can flex as you grow.

You’re looking good but you’re not quite there yet. You feel that bro? You’re abs are expanding and getting hard like a brick wall. It’s not just your chest that’s gonna stick out. Oh no, your abs will as a hard muscle gut from now on too. Every part of you is swallowed up by thick muscle now. Even your brain is changed to only focus on muscle cause this is only the beginning bro. You’re a freak for sure now but you know deep down that you can still be bigger. I don’t know how you’re gonna find clothes to wear though bro. Probably just gonna have to go naked and show people what a beast you really are. 😈💪

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“Hey Peggy send in my next client please” said Nick as he leaned back in his chair and peered over the file in front of him. Lyle was just another one of his regular clients who always needed help staying out of trouble. The doors burst open with a “what’s up bro!” It was a good thing he had installed the automatic closers for the door. Lyle like so many others liked to leave them open. As he got closer the smell got stronger. Lyles smell. “Lyle did you smoke again before you came in here ! Ugh why am I even asking I can see that you’re eyes are blood shot already !” Lyle just giggled. “Come on dude. Ya know comin all da way out ‘ere makes me nervous. Hell I got dem issues with the cops ya know dat”. Lyle propped his feet up on nicks desk and leaned forward stretching his stinky feet.

Nick just rubbed his eyes. “Listen if you’re going to stay out jail you have to drop the drugs. I’m already having to keep you out for that drug charge and robbery. I dont think the judge will be nice again…. Get your feet off my desk !” Lyle did so and immediately put his hands down his pants. Lyle was itching his nuts like always without a care in the world. “Sorry dude. I had an itch. I had to scratch !” He started laughing and sniffed his fingers real quick when he seen the look of disgust on the lawyers face. Nick was disgusted by the man. He smelt of cum and weed. And when was the last time this man actually showered !! “Well dude listen. I gotta get goin. I got another side hustle. Imma be cleanin up the park ! Not bad right ? That otta make the judge happy right ?!” Lyle was giggling from his high. Nick was over with the conversation. And just said “sure whatever. Just get out of here.” When Lyle got up he stumbled forward and fell across the desk making contact with Nick. Leaving sweat and gunk on his desk. Nick was livid abs Lyle just giggled. “Sorry bro”. As he got up he left sweaty remnants on Nicks skin. Lyle left and Nick had to get the air freshener. “God that stink!” And the. He smelled his own clothes where Lyle had fallen into him. “Now I have to get these thing dry cleaned ! Just look at that massive freeze stain !” He shouted at no one while looking down at his own chest.

Later that night Nick was up working late. The room was dark and he had some of his expensive whiskey I. The lamp light as he continued to work. The wind was starting to pick up and he could hear it outside the window as. Rain started to hit the window. Lightening came. It was a good thing that Nick has a spare room in the office that he used for late nights like this. Starting down at the report you could see the picture of Lyle. On top of all his petty criminal charges and arrest records. You light up a cigarette and take another drink of whiskey. “Damn I got my work cut out for me with this one.”

Nick picked up the file and began to walk around his desk. The roar of the winds and rain flooded the office with noise. And lightening continued to illuminate the sky. The noise of thunder shook the room and then Everything was blinding for what seemed like eons and then it went away as of it never happened. Nick managed to get to the bed not noticing that some changes had already started to happen to him.

The next morning Nick woke up in a cold sweat. He was still in the office in the spare room. He jumped out of the bed when he remembered the storm from the night before. In the other room his office was trashed from the storm the night before. And even had some flooding that he could hear and feel beneath his feet. He wiggled his toes and could feel the water splashing around. He sent a message to the landlord of the office building to report the damage. It was Saturday. And not one would be coming to the office today so he gathered what he needed for the weekend and headed home. When he was gathering stuff though he noticed that he was having to pull his sleeves up more as they kept falling down. Finally he paid attention to his arms and they seemed smaller. Only slightly but definitely smaller. And when he was walking he could feel some of the hem from his pants catching under his feet. This was strange. His clothes his perfectly the night before. But now it seemed as if they were one size too big. Not dwelling on this, he gathered the files he needed made it to his car. Not even noticing his shoes had slipped off on the way there as his feet shrank slightly. He didn’t even realize his shoes were gone until he felt the cold pedal on the bottom of his foot. Looking down he was shocked to see his socks were still on. But he had somehow worn a hole in the bottom of them. And looked like dingy. As if he has been wearing them longer than just the day and night before.

When Nick got home he walked into his townhouse and started to peer over Lyle’s file again. He was stuck on some of the older charges. He could t fathom why this man would do this stuff. A few hours passed and the whole time Nick was reading Lyle’s file. Learning everything about him. Dropped out of school in the 8th grade. Iq of roughly 72 on a good day. First job working at a grocery store that he stole from. By the time he was 18 he had already been in juvi 4 times. Some of the comments in his file had statements from Lyle saying “I did it for some free drugs.” Or the more common “they offered me some tats bro!” That’s definitely sounds like Lyle. Nick didn’t realize that has he read he slowly changed as well. His name showing in the file wasn’t a coincidence. As he read about Lyle he slowly change. He lost weight ever so slightly. When Nick got up and walked to the kitchen his pants literally fell off him. As his shirt got even baggier. “What’s going on!” Even the kitchen counter seemed higher. Nick has gone from 6’2” down to 5’10”. Not that Nick was aware of that. But his height now matched the one on record for Lyle.

He got changed into a white shirt and some shorts. Walking back to the living room he sat down and started reading again. When he got to the couch He was immediately brought to his knees has as he bent over in pain. His insides feeling like they were churning. His waist pulled in even more making him thin as his shirt became even baggier on him. The sleeves trimming themselves into a wide beater. Which started to stain itself as if it hadn’t been washed. Nick fell over on his hands as the pain stopped in his stomach and started in his fingers. He watched in horror as his fingers broke and realigned themselves. Crooked. Calluses. Exactly like Lyle’s now. Even down to the thug life tattoo that started to appear across his knuckles. Nick tried to scream but couldn’t as his throat felt clogged as his vocal cords changed. As his teeth became chipped and some fell out. The hair on his head started to retract into his skull as it corner a buzz cut just like what Lyle had. Tattoos began to appear in more places on his body now. Nick managed to tell “Please some body ! Help!!” His townhouse soon started to change. He looked around and seen his townhouse change to trailer. He could see the trees outside the window. Nick immediately felt his armpits get sweaty as drops of sweaty start to run down his body. His toes felt like they were swimming a pool even though he had no shoes or socks on now. And the smell of BO start to permeate his nostrils. He felt a tingle run through his cock And instantly his cock began to leak. Leaving stains on his basketball shorts that were baggy on him. Mixing with his BO you would now definitely be able to tell he was coming from a mile away. He felt as if he was punched in the stomach which causing a huge load to shoot out his tip covering the insides of his shorts and mixing with his other odors. He managed to stand up. A mirror on the wall showed that his face was shifting again. Quickly becoming an exact copy of LYLE. Soon even Nick couldn’t tell a difference. He looked down at himself. His much smaller and stinkier frame. Covered in tattoos and filth Nick could tell he not only looked like Lyle now but he was wearing the same exact clothing he was wearing the day before when he was in his office. Dark socks with holes in them even appears on his much sweatier stinkier feet. Nick found his phone. He had to call for help. He needed to find out what was causing this horrible dream. But that’s when some of the final changed for Nick happened. His mind was the last to go. Lyle never graduated high school. Hell he never stepped foot in the place. All those years of law school quickly emptied from his head draining out of his fattening cock. Nicks mouth went slack and hung open as drool started to drip from the gapping hole. Not only did he look like Lyle now but he would think like him too.

There was a knock on the door of the trailer. The new lyle whiped his mouth and opened the door to see his boy Jason. “Hey bro. I got some weed over here. You can get some but ya gotta do me a favor”. Lyle giggled dumbly. It had only been a few minutes since he had his last token of weed but he needed more. He needed to have it constantly in his hands and in his lungs now. The smell constantly mixing with his other smells. People gagged when he would step through a door. And they all knew who he was even when he didn’t half the time. Jason just laughed at him when he seen that stupid expression “that’s my boy you want them drugs don’t you!” And Lyle nodded his head.

2 weeks let let

“Haha bro come on! I can’t spend 5 years in jail! I won’t get out till in 30!” Lyle screamed at his lawyer. “Lyle, you’re 19 right now. You would be 24..”

“That’s the same thing !” Lyle shouted. His new lawyer was a twit. His other lawyer went missing 2 weeks ago after meeting with him and now he was stuck with this bozo. Telling him he was going to have to spend 5 years in jail for all the crimes he’d done. All he wanted was to go home and smoke some more weed. And get drunk. He stood up from anger. He was going to punch this lawyer good ! But when he stepped forward he felt as if he was punched in the stomach. His balls clenched and he immediately a shot a huge load all over his basket ball shorts leaving a noticeable wet spot and some dripping down his leg. He never wore underwear. Real men didn’t. The smell of his fresh seed permeated the office abs mixed with with out sweaty smell. “Geez man! Take a damn bath and stop being so disgusting ! You damn dumb skull!” His lawyer shouted at him. Lyle walked out of the office in his dirty wife beater and shorts. Getting out of the building he immediately lit up a joint. He needed it. If only we had went to law school he might be able to get himself out of trouble. But that’s was too late. Plus he could Barely read. Hell it was a good thing that the fast food menu has pictures because the words just confused him. Which reminded him. His mind was on that cloud again of ecstasy and he was hungry. Nick wondered off to get some food. Gagging passerby’s as he went. Being judged by just how stupid and smelly he was now. Stuck in a body that was doomed for failure. Never to change. And after he gets out of jail his life was destined to continue the life of petty crimes and filth. By then he would mostly be covered by tattoos. Focusing on his face and neck. Anything visible. Cursing him to the seedy life experienced by those he used to fight for with no way of ever going back.

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Adventures in Bodyswapping with #33

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Hehe I’m perfectly happy 😈

You swap bodies with someone in the last post you liked with a picture. How happy/screwed are you?

Personally, I'm fine with being Beau Butler.

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Blake’s Billion Dollar Opportunity

(Original story posted April 7th 2022) This story has been Updated!

Blake was stunned when he found out he’d actually been accepted by Mr Henry Anders to be the new gardener for his mansion. He’d heard the rich older man was very strict and particular when it came to his staff. But when Blake saw a vacancy open up at the mansion for a new gardener on the team, he decided to throw his hat in the ring. After all, the pay was nearly ten times what he’d been earning up until now as a freelancer plus he’d get to keep doing what he loved. It’d be a win-win!

That in mind Blake never expected to actually get in! Applying to a job like that felt like buying a scratch card and hoping for a jackpot. You never think you’ll actually win the big prize. So when he saw the email confirming his acceptance to the job, Blake was ecstatic! He hadn’t even done an interview but they already wanted him to start the following Monday. It was a dream come true.

On the very first day he was greeted at the front gate by Mr Anders himself along with some other staff members. Blake was understandably taken aback by this. After all, he was just the gardener. If anything he’d expected maybe one member of staff to greet him and get him straight to work. Yet instead he was guided inside the mansion and sat down for a free lunch with the rich billionaire himself.

Mr Anders seemed to ask question after question as they ate. Blake figured they would be his skills and what his job would be like working here but most of the questions didn’t even pertain to the job. He asked about Blake’s family and life first before moving onto his upbringing and friends. Diving into all sorts of strangely personal questions for an employer to ask a new employee. Of course Blake thought it odd but went along with it just to make sure his new high paying job would be secured. Almost started to feel like a date until Anders stood at last and offered Blake a firm handshake while officially welcoming him to staff.

Not too long afterwards he was put straight to work. Another staff member briefed him on what needed doing as he was taken to pick up where the previous gardener had left off.

Scoping out the area, it looked as though the last guy had been half-way through a job when he left. It was fairly obvious with one part of the garden looking elegant and recently pampered while the bit right next to it was… not so much. Blake heard that the previous gardener quit very suddenly with zero notice. Some said he even left the country but nobody knew why. Well whatever the reason it had opened one hell of an opportunity for Blake.

The first week at the mansion seemed to go perfectly overall. That said, there were a couple weird things he’d noticed. For example Mr Anders would frequently come outside to see how Blake was getting on with the gardening. He’d always be so kind and humble, even having someone bring refreshments out for the two of them. He’d even bring a garden chair with him most of the time so he could sit and watch Blake work as they chatted. At first he just assumed Mr Anders was just a really nice person that liked to take care of his employees. However it didn’t take long for him to realise that nobody else seemed to be receiving this kind of special treatment.

Blake couldn’t quite figure out why this was happening for that whole first week. That was until the following Tuesday when it was particularly hot outside. He’d been sweating through his shirt so much that he eventually decided to take it off in order to cool down. Leaving it to one side as he continued with his work in all his shirtless glory. His muscles glistening under the summer rays.

Not long after Mr Anders came out to chat like he had almost everyday so far with a refreshing beverage. This time however he couldn’t help but notice the older man glancing at his hairy torso. Was his boss checking him out? Surely not right? That’s when Blake glanced down at Anders crotch and his suspicion was all but confirmed. There was a very clear outline of an erect cock pressing against his suit pants, getting harder by the second!? To say he felt uncomfortable would be an understatement. Sure Blake was gay as well but this was his Boss! It was completely inappropriate. Anders might’ve been pretty handsome for his age but the man was almost 30 years older than him!

Had this been any other job he would’ve wanted to quit right then and there. Truth is he had a relationship with an employer in the past and let’s just say it didn’t end well. Crashed and burned would be an accurate description. But this job was a once in a lifetime opportunity. It was far too good of an opportunity to lose. He was being paid more than he ever had been in his life! He’d be a fool to mess this up. And so… he stayed.

After that Blake’s second week certainly had a different feel to it. Mr Anders would still come out to chat or even just to watch him work from across the garden but now it didn’t just feel kind like before. Rather it felt as though he was being objectified. Watched constantly like he was a piece of meat. Eye candy for the rich billionaire to settle his eyes on whenever he pleased. As uncomfortable as it made him though, Blake just tried to focus his mind on the pay he was getting. As long as Anders didn’t try to make some kind of move on him then he could live with it.

Finally Sunday came again and it was a scorcher just like last week. Blake was a little more reluctant to take his shirt off this time but in the end he was sweating so profusely that he had no choice. Then, not to the young gardener’s surprise, Anders came strolling out of the mansion a mere 10 minutes later heading straight towards him. Blake assumed he was just gonna get eye fucked for the next hour or so like usual. Instead he was surprised when Mr Anders offered him to come inside the mansion. The older man said he was impressed with the work he’d seen so far and was thinking of rewarding his newest staff member. Blake was reluctant to follow the man for a moment but in the end didn’t think he had much of a choice. Besides, it sounded like he was about to get a bonus.

Upon following Mr Anders through the mansion and into a large ornate office, Blake immediately felt safer when he saw two guards standing by the door. At least that meant Anders wasn’t gonna try anything… right?

The billionaire turned and leaned against his desk, very clearly eying up Blake’s body. It was as though Anders was sizing up the man before him for reasons still unknown. Eyes wandering across Blake’s pecs and biceps before scanning over his bulge and legs. His gaze then returned to Blake’s face as their eyes met briefly only for a devilish grin formed across his face. The oblivious gardener was none the wiser to what was about to happen as Anders made some sort of signal to the guards. Upon seeing it, the two large men grabbed hold of Blake, restraining him completely.

“H-HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Blake bellowed, attempting to break free but to no avail.

Mr Anders simply stared at him with a hunger in his eyes, shamelessly rubbing his bulge while doing so. “Oh I can’t even put into words how excited I am for this Blake…” He murmured while stepping closer to inspect his shirtless employee. “You know I was gonna wait another week or so for this but after seeing you today I just can’t resist any longer… I must say those shorts are very well fitted aren’t they.” He licked his lips while unzipping his pants and allowing his cock to flop out.

Blake’s eyes widened at the sight. “THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! PUT YOUR DICK AWAY!” The younger man screamed before threatening to get the police involved for sexual harassment if they didn’t let him go. Though it seemed his words fell upon deaf ears as Anders started pumping his cock before reaching forwards to feel Blake’s chest. “DON’T FUCKIN TOUCH ME YOU CREEP!”

“Oooooh nice and hairy… much hairier than I’ve ever been. And all this muscle too…” Anders murmured with a smile. His hands felt around Blake’s fuzzy pecs before giving his biceps a gentle squeeze despite the man’s constant protest. “Oh yeah. This’ll do just perfectly.” He bit his lip lustfully before stepping a little closer and taking a deep breath. The billionaire's cock couldn’t help but jump at the sweaty aroma protruding from Blake’s body. “And I can’t wait to smell that scent on my *new* body everyday…” He pumped his cock a few more times before glancing over at one of the body guards and giving him a nod. Next thing Blake knew, he had a needle plunged into his neck. Before long he was out cold.

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Blake later awoke groggily only to find himself restrained and unable to move. He was bound to a chair in a strange room he didn’t recognise. All sorts of machines and equipment surrounded him but most notably was whatever weird device was sat atop his head. It was like some sort of metal helmet. He was quickly starting to panic when he saw none other than Mr Anders walk into his field of vision.

“P-p-please let me go… I-I don’t… I’ll give y-you whatever you want!” Blake pleaded desperately.

“Oh don’t worry. I’m gonna have exactly what I want from you when this is over.” Anders smirked while licking his lips. The cryptic response sent chills through Blake’s body. Anders massaged his bulge again while inspecting every little detail of Blake’s body. He was basically drooling at the sight before proceeding to sit himself down in another chair adjacent to Blake.

Anders let out a sigh of relief. “You know my original plan was to do this with my previous Gardener. Unfortunately he must’ve found out about my plan somehow. It’s the only way to explain why he left so suddenly… But I think I prefer you over him anyway…”

Another man dressed in a lab coat came over to help strap down Mr Anders into his chair. He then grabbed another helmet identical to what Blake had on his head and placed it on Anders. It and the helmet Blake was wearing both seemed to be linked up with some massive machine that sat idle behind both men.

“Alright let’s do this!” Anders announced with glee. “I don’t wanna wait another second!”

Of course Blake could only scream in protest until he heard the machine buzzing to life. Electricity began shooting through it and into the devices on their heads causing both men to shake and convulse violently. A small team of scientists watched on as the men’s brains were stimulated in all kinds of strange ways. Naturally this included the pleasure centre. The last thing Blake felt was getting a massive erection before having multiple intense orgasms. His cock erupting load after load and soaking the front of his shorts. After that, he completely blacked out.

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The two were out cold for an hour. The scientists who’d been operating the machine kept a close eye on the two men and their vitals as they slept. Eventually however, Mr Henry Anders himself was the first to awaken.

The second he gained consciousness, his eyes shot open wide with excitement. With a grin he looked down at his body with sheer lust and joy. “HAHAAA!! YES IT WORKED!” He beamed! The sound of his deeper rougher voice was like music to his ears.

Looking down Mr Anders no longer saw the suit he’d been wearing but rather the very same tight shorts his sexy fucking gardener had been wearing. Only now with a huge cumstain covering the crotch area. But that was the least of his concern. His body… No longer did it look thin and aged. He was young! And he was buff too! He’d never imagined he’d have proper pecs but here he was looking down at a hairy pair sitting on his chest. He just wanted to grope them so badly!!

“Quick! Undo these restraints so I can feel my new body!” Anders urged.

One of the scientists rushed over to free Mr Anders upon his request. They undid the straps around his wrists and ankles before unlocking the belt around his torso that’d kept him pinned to the chair.

“Fuuuuuuuck this feels incredible…” he groaned as he slowly stood from the chair and stretched out his new limbs. “No more aches or pains… and I feel so much stronger…” Anders flexed a bicep before running a hand across the forest of chest hair covering his pecs. He wasn’t able to help pinching one of his nipples in the process, allowing a soft satisfied grunt to escape his lips.

“Would you like a mirror sir?” One of the scientists asked with a half smile.

“Yes! Yes of course!” Anders responded with joy.

Within moments a pair of assistants had a full body mirror wheeled into the room with a sheet covering it. They warned Anders that it may take some time for his mind to adjust to his new reflection and that seeing a new face may be disorienting at first. Anders gave an understanding nod before reaching out and uncovering the mirror.

”Ooooohh fuuuuck… This is…” He could hardly form the words as he stared into his new reflection. Looking back at him wasn’t an older man with silver hair. Rather it was the young and strong man he’d hired to be his new gardener. Blake. The man he’d been having wet dreams about ever since he saw the hairy hunk’s application to work at the mansion. Dreams about this very moment where he’d get to look in a mirror and see that handsome face as his own. “Astounding.”

His fingers began to curiously poke and prod at his younger facial features. The scientists were right, it was certainly disorienting. It almost felt like an illusion. But the rush he got from running his hands through his new much thicker beard easily proved otherwise along with every other inch of his new body. “My hair is so dark. Barely a single grey hair in sight… and I could never grow a beard that was naturally this rich before.” Each and every new sensation felt like its own rush. Every single one making him more and more excited to explore his new form further.

“I take it Mr Blake Johnson’s body is to your liking then sir?” Asked another of the scientists.

“Mmmmm yes. Absolutely. This body is perfect!” Anders exclaimed as he began to flex his biceps to the mirror. Loving how his younger and larger muscles bulged with so much strength and vigor. “Now leave me. I want to explore myself with a bit more privacy.”

“Are you sure? What if he wakes up?” Another of the scientists chimed in, referring to the other body that was still unconscious in one of the chairs. Mr Anders original body.

Anders turned to look at the sleeping body he once inhabited. “If he does, I’ll deal with him. Now I’ll call you back when I’m ready, thank you.” He said, still commanding the same level of authority as ever despite his new form.

And with that all the scientists and their assistants vacated the room, leaving only Anders and his former body.

The second the door shut he began groping at his hairy youthful body like a lust crazed animal. Starting with his pecs as he kneaded the thick hairy barrels of muscle on his chest. “Fuck! I just love all this hair! Feels so fucking manly!…” He groaned to himself as he continued to worship his furry torso.

Through all the roughing and squeezing, Anders started to get a whiff of that familiar scent he’d grown so attracted to over these last couple weeks. That sweaty scent that Blake always seemed to brandish on hot days no matter how much deodorant he wore. Only now it was coming directly from his body! It wasn’t long before It wasn’t long before he lifted up both arms in front of the mirror to expose his furry pits and the mere sight was breathtaking. Almost as breathtaking as the scent that emanated from them. Anders just couldn’t stop himself from stuffing his new nose into each of them and inhaling his new sweaty aroma deeply, allowing it to flood his senses in a purely euphoric way.

Of course his cock was already jumping to life at all the excitement and there was no way he was gonna ignore that calling for any longer. Anders reached down and grabbed his damp, sticky bulge. He kneaded at his dick through the shorts Blake had been wearing until he couldn’t take it any longer. He basically ripped the shorts off in a horny frenzy before grabbing hold of his new member, still slick and wet with all the cum Blake shot during the switching process.

“Now THIS is a cock befitting of a billionaire!” He announced proudly, noting it’s superior length and girth while smacking the pulsing member against his hand. He looked back towards the mirror, getting incredibly turned on at the sight of the man he’d been lusting for. Even more so as he turned his backside to the reflection. “And a billion dollar ass to boot!” He added, grasping both of his bubbly new asscheeks in all their hefty hairy glory.

Of course Anders wasn’t able to resist slipping a finger into his new hole and was pleasantly surprised at how welcoming and relaxed it felt. He knew Blake was gay of course but he hadn’t anticipated his new ass having already been trained incredibly well for taking dick. Anders would’ve considered himself a top before since bottoming never felt that great in his old body. But now? He was actually craving for some dick to fill him up as he fingered himself some more. Now going as far as to stuff three meaty fingers inside his needy hole. He figured he’d have to become more versatile from now on considering his new ass was essentially crafted for cock. But he still planned on doing his fair share of dominating in bed.

Anders must’ve been pumping his fingers in and out of his hairy hole for another solid ten minutes before he finally pulled them out with a grunt. He’d supposed he’d have to buy himself a few sex toys to help satisfy his hole when he was alone from now on. Perhaps a few dildos or buttplugs. He was getting excited just thinking about it.

Once he’d turned back around to face the mirror properly, He resumed pumping his cum covered cock while relishing in every sense his new body experienced. “Damn… my old cock hadn’t felt this hard and virile in years…” He mumbled to himself, having forgotten until now what it was like to be in the prime of his life.

He licked the cum off his hand before striking a couple poses in the mirror to see his new self from every possible angle. With every pose making him hornier, making his cock twitch to the point where it was already beginning to leak pre-cum again. Anders just couldn’t wait to shoot his load. Though just as he was about to start vigorously jerking off to his reflection, he heard a low grumble come from behind…

Blake was finally starting to come around. Right off the bat he felt woozy but more importantly his body just felt… off. He blinked his eyes open slowly only to come face to face with none other than a very familiar ass. It almost looked like his own ass?… And It seemed as though the nude man standing in front of him was flexing and posing into a mirror or something? What the hell was going on?!

Glancing down, Blake was even more confused to see that he was now wearing a suit yet he was still strapped down to a chair. The last thing he remembered was his eyes rolling back as he was cumming uncontrollably. Looking down he saw and felt that there was indeed a wet patch… but he was wearing his shorts when that happened right? How could he have soaked these suit pants?

He must’ve been making some noise though as he quickly caught the attention of the naked man before home. When he turned around however, Blake’s eyes widened in both shock and horror.

It was… himself!?!?

His face?! His body!? Even down the birthmark on his hip… BUT HOW!!!? He had all these questions swirling in his mind and yet his mouth ran dry. He was left simply staring agape at his doppelgänger, not knowing how even to begin processing what the hell was going on.

“Well well well. Look who’s finally with us.” Anders gave Blake the smuggest grin imaginable. He was so damn happy that the other man could be awake to see this now. “Enjoying the view?” He taunted, bobbing his cock up and down a little.

“B-but you…you l-look like…” Blake noticed the difference in his voice as he spoke. Older? Raspier? And somewhat familiar yet he couldn’t place why?

“You?” Anders finished Blake’s sentence. “Well it’s not really you anymore. It’s me.” He chuckled. “You see that machine that I had us hooked up to is a very special device. I’ve had a team working on it for years. It was made with the capability of transferring brainwaves and memories between two human brains. So put simply, it’s a body swapping machine.” Getting to see the further look of shock and terror on his former face was even more satisfying than Anders had hoped.

Blake couldn’t believe what he’d just heard… but it was starting to make sense. He was wearing a suit that was identical to the one Mr Anders had been wearing that day. His voice sounded different and older. His body felt strange and weak. And most of all he was sitting in front of what would’ve been his twin!! Yet despite all that, he still didn’t want to believe it.

“NO! That’s not possible! Y-you’re lying!!” Blake shouted in denial, his voice hoarse.

“Am I?” With that Anders moved to the left, no longer blocking the mirror. What Blake saw was none other than the face and body of the old Mr Anders mimicking his every move and expression. Still strapped into the chair as he was. He wanted to scream or shout or do anything!… but he was frozen. Unable to do anything but stare at the reflection until his own naked body stepped back in front of him again.

“Hey. Don’t look so down old man.” Anders placed his hands on his hips as he looked down at Blake with a tiny glimpse of pity in his eyes. “Trust me when I say this could’ve been way worse for you. I had to go through a lot of tedious legal trouble to get all my money and possessions transferred over to this new identity. I could’ve just put your name in a will and had that old body killed off after the swap. Would’ve been a lot less trouble for me on that front.”

At this point Blake was on the verge of tears. He’d just had his body and a huge portion of his youth stolen by his rich boss and there nothing he could do about it! He wanted to believe this was a dream. That none of it was real. Yet somehow it was. The unfortunate reality was that the thick cock he used to own was now being smacked against his now much older face

“You know I could just have you thrown out onto the streets with no money or home…” Anders began with a sinister leer. “But there might be a way you can convince me to offer you another job here at the mansion.” Anders rubbed his pulsing member across Blake’s face and through his silver beard before positioning the tip right in front of Blake’s lips. “You know I was just about to bust my first load in this body when you woke up. Jerking a big cock like this feels fucking incredible… but now I’m starting to think a good face fucking wouldn’t be so bad either. After all, your new face is still pretty handsome for a 59 year old.” He squeezed his cock, forcing precum to drool onto Blake’s lips.

Blake looked at the cock he used to own and then up at his former face as Anders grinning down at him manically. What was he supposed to do? He’d already lost his body and youth. Now if he didn’t do this he’d be homeless as well! He felt completely defeated. But at the same time, as much as he hated it, he was sort of aroused…

Anders let out a wicked laugh as he watched former body open its mouth, ready to be used. “Good fucking choice!” He announced before shoving his cock down Blake’s throat with no hesitation.

After that Anders wasted no time jackhammering his thick rod into the restrained man’s mouth over and over. He figured he’d have to put most of the effort into face fucking his former body which he did at first. But after a good few minutes of having cock stuffed down his throat, Blake seemed to put a bit of effort into sucking as well. Somewhat surprised by this, Anders began to slow down the pace and to his amusement, Blake was actually starting to give him a proper blowjob! Even pulling off for a moment to spit on his cock before wrapping his lips back around it. Anders couldn't help but laugh as he watched the tent rising in Blake’s suit pants. “Fuuuck I didn’t think you’d be so horny for your old cock. Not that I blame you.”

Blake had no idea what had come over him. He hated what he was doing! He was sucking off the man that’d stolen his body but at the same time he was just so damn horny. The very same dick that used to swing between his legs just looked so tasty. Not to mention that coating of cum that made it even more delicious to suck on. He could feel it drooling even more pre-cum into his mouth and the taste was nothing if not divine. One side of his brain was telling him to stop giving Anders this level of satisfaction after what he did but the other side so badly wanted to swallow his old body’s load.

“Yeeahhh that’s it. Worship my cock…” The billionaire cooed, feeling himself getting closer. He couldn’t help grabbing the back of Blake’s head and holding him all the way down until he was shoving the other man’s nose into his bush. “Aww fuucck! You like the smell of my crotch huh?” He already knew the answer via the deep inhales Blake was taking of it. All the while trying his best to continue sucking and working his tongue around the huge leaking member.

After that Anders had finally reached his breaking point. He let out a powerful roar as his balls tensed. Blake knew exactly what was coming because he used to make the very same roar and hated himself even more for getting excited over. Surprisingly though, Anders pulled out just at the last second before a wave of thick virile man seed exploded from his cock, completely drenching Blake’s middle aged face.

Anders continued to grunt and groan as his dick spurted shot after shot until at last he was empty. “Wow!… I don’t think my old balls were ever capable of producing that much cum. These things are really something.” He noted while fondling his crown jewels. He couldn’t help but smirk yet again as he noticed Blake trying to lap up some of the dripping cum from his face. “Here, suck whatever’s left out of that.” He offered before putting his cock back in the other man’s mouth.

“OKAY! YOU LOT CAN COME BACK IN NOW! I HOPE YOU HAVE THAT NEW SUIT READY!” Anders shouted, knowing that his scientists would still be right outside waiting.

The scientists scurried back in only to be slightly taken aback to see that their boss had nutted all over his previous body’s face. And was still getting sucked! Yet they tried to remain somewhat composed despite that. One of the scientists ordered a pair of assistants to go fetch their boss his new clothes. They nodded and came back moments later carrying a brand new suit that was tailored almost perfectly to the size of Anders' new body.

“Right, I think that’s enough for you” Anders said while pulling out of Blake’s mouth. He left the man panting in his restraints as he marched towards the assistants in all his naked glory before kindly taking the suit from them.

He proceeded to dress himself right then and there just so he could do it in front of Blake. He yanked on the briefs and dress socks before pulling up the fitted suit pants that did well to show off his new ass and bulge. He was impressed that he people had been able to get Blake’s sizes so accurate. Next was the crisp white button down finished with a dark blue tie.

Of course Anders then couldn’t help but give himself a once over in the mirror again. “God damn I look sexy” He complimented himself before looking back at Blake who was still glaring at him with a mix of lustful hunger and complete disgust. “Okay everyone! I’m going to get busy reintroducing myself to the world. I want you to free our friend here and help him get cleaned up. After that, find him some new work clothes so he can get back to doing my garden work.” Anders waved a hand dismissively as he strode towards the laboratory exit, his polished shoes clicking against the floor.

Blake was powerless. Unable to do anything but watch as his former 31 year old body walked away in that expensive suit looking as hot as ever. This was his life now. He was a 59 year old man past his prime and still working for the man that stole everything from him…

———

Two Months Later

Mr Blake Johnson was now known around the world as the mystery billionaire that, for some unknown reason, Henry Anders had signed his entire fortune and property over too. What confused the public even more was why Henry Anders was now working for Mr Johnson instead!? There were tons of rumours and theories circulating around what might’ve happened but nobody would ever know the real truth.

By now the new Henry had gotten used to his name and tried his best to accept it. He was still working as a Gardener for ‘Blake’ after all this time. Truth is he could’ve quit by now and tried to find a new job but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He’d developed such a hate/love relationship for his body snatcher. Of course he wanted his body back but at the same time whenever he saw Mr Johnson strutting around the grounds in another one of his fancy suits, he couldn’t help but feel so hot and turned on by the way he carried his stolen body. Like it’d always belonged to him.

Mr Johnson still frequently visited Henry while he was working in the gardens. Just like he had before all this. Though now it just felt like he did it to taunt the man he stole his new body from.

Every now and then however, Mr Johnson would invite Henry inside the mansion and into his office for a little ‘assistance’ while he worked on his business. Of course on most occasions this would end with Henry under the desk sucking away at his former cock and swallowing its load eagerly. Other days would be Henry offering up his silver fox ass to be a cock warmer for his boss as he worked. Before eventually getting pounded and creamed inside of course. It wasn’t easy considering Henry’s new older ass didn’t seem to take dick nearly as smoothly as his old ass did but he wasn’t given much choice.

The billionaire always made sure that Henry groaned “Blake! Blake!” over and over again as he was dominated by his former body just to drive home the idea that if wasn’t his name anymore. However, on days when Mr Johnson was in a particularly generous mood, he’d even let Henry fuck his furry ass of his over the desk. But that was rare. Usually Mr Johnson just shoved a vibrating butt plug up his hole and let it do its magic. Unless he had a hot hookup of course.

By this point Henry was a slave to his former self. He’d already admitted weeks ago. He’d obviously do anything to get his body back but at this point he knew that was impossible. The best he could do was stay as close to it as possible and let it inside him whenever Mr Johnson felt like it. Though recently Henry had noticed more and more younger hairy men being invited to the mansion. He can only hope that Mr Johnson isn’t getting bored of him in favour of these younger men. Maybe he should start training his ass some more to be a better bottom. Sure he was coming up on 60 years old in a couple months but it’s never too late to try right?

Anything to keep Mr Johnson interested in him.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Spring Break Mishap

“Yo bro, I think that old dude is checking you out.”

Tyler turned and made eye contact with a rather large and older man, sitting on a beach chair. He looked like a hairy beached whale, obviously eying the young jock. Tyler smirked and turned back to his bros.

“Whatever man, let ‘em look.” The brunette tossed the football back to his bro, “I’d be staring too.” He chuckled and flexed one of his arms, showing off one of his muscular biceps.

His bros chuckled and continued their game, enjoying their time off on spring break. And after a few hours of spending time on the beach, Tyler was in need of some AC. He said bye to his bros and made his way back to his hotel room, making sure to give his signature smirk to a few of the girls he saw along the way. The young jock was planning for a night out and he made sure to get his own room for the trip. He was in some serious need for some action, which he was pretty confident he’d get.

“Not like many people can resist this.” He thought with a grin, “Fuck, her tits are big.” He thought as he passed by another blond, “I hope I see her tonight.”

He felt himself chub up a bit and quickly made his way back to his room. But when he got there, he was surprised to find his door slightly unlocked and ajar. He could’ve sworn he shut and locked it beforehand. And that’s when he heard it. There was someone in his room, rummaging around.

“A thief?” Tyler thought, “This asshole has another thing coming.”

“Hey dude what do you think you’re doing?” Tyler shouted as he entered his hotel room, immediately coming face to face with the intruder, “Wait you? Get the fuck out!” It was the older man- the man who Tyler remembered was checking him out earlier, “You fucking creep.”

“Wait, please I can explain!” The older man said in a gruff voice, holding what looked to be a gray body suit, “I-I...” Tyler shoved the man into the wall, inadvertently touching the gray body suit.

“I don’t give a shit. I’m gonna call...” Tyler heard a strange hissing sound and looked down at the gray suit on the ground.

It was quickly changing, taking on a human skin tone. A tan color that Tyler recognized as his own. But that wasn’t all. Key details started to appear on its initially formless shape, until Tyler realized he was basically looking at an incredibly detailed costume of himself.

“What the hell?” Tyler whispered, stepping away from the older man.

And Tyler watched closely as the suit seemed to move on its own and reached towards the older man like a zombie.

“Need... body...” It hissed.

Tyler felt frozen to the spot. This was unreal. There was no way this was happening. The older man smirked and let his arm enter the suit.

“I didn’t want to cause any trouble.” The older man said as the suit continued to wrap around his body, “But you’ve seen too much.”

Before Tyler could even register, the older man flexed his new, muscular arm, and punched the younger man with his new found strength. Tyler’s world spun before he passed out.

....

Tyler’s eyes flickered open and he winced at the mild pain in his head. He went to grab his head, but found that his arms were held above his head and restrained on a hotel bed frame. And it wasn’t just his arms, his legs were also bound. Dread settled in and he quickly tried to free himself to no avail.

“Oh shit you’re awake.” Tyler’s eyes widened and he looked around in terror. That voice... It sounded exactly like his, “I was hoping for just a little more time.” And then a man walked out from the bathroom.

And to Tyler’s terror, it was like looking in a mirror. The man who stood at the end of the bed was Tyler... Or at least an exact physical copy of him.

“You’re...?”

“You? Yeah you catch on fast.” The doppelganger chuckled, flexing an arm, “Well, I’m not ‘you’ per se, I’m ‘me’ now.” The new Tyler said, “I saw you on the beach and knew I needed to be you. So fucking sexy.” He kissed his bicep.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

The New Tyler smirked, “I’m Tyler from now on. Doesn’t seem too hard to understand. Right?”

“Let me go!” Tyler shouted, “How the fuck are you going to explain...?”

And that’s when Tyler heard it. Another hissing sound and a whispered voice, “Need... body...” Tyler’s heart sank as he heard something shambling through the hotel room. And that’s when he saw it. Crawling up the side of the bed was another one of those things. But this one... this one had the same appearance of the older man.

“No no no no!” Tyler begged as the suit got closer to him, “No please! Fuck let me go!” He was trying his bed to free himself from his restraints. A smile formed on the mask as it’s empty eye sockets cast their gaze on the restrained man. 

It crawled inhumanely and began positioning itself over the restrained young man. Tyler watched in terror as the suit began to lower itself on Tyler’s helpless form.

“Please! Stop this!” Tyler shouted as he felt the skin of the suit on his legs.

He let out a cry as the suit aggressively wrapped around his lower legs, breaking the restraints nearly instantly. And as the suit settled over Tyler’s legs and feet, he could feel them begin to shift and crack. And to his horror, he realized he could no longer feel the difference between the suit and his own body. There was no suit, he realized as he wiggled his new toes, this was his body.

“Please, you can stop this? Right?” Tyler begged as the suits torso began to approach his toned abdominal muscles, “I... please stop!”

New Tyler shook his head, “I can’t stop this.” He said as he watched the suit’s dick encase Tyler’s, “And unfortunately once you’re bonded with this suit, it isn’t easy to undo.”

Tyler’s eyes widened before they closed in pain as the suit bonded to his torso. He felt his toned abdomen become seared to the suit and push out until he again couldn’t tell the difference between his body and the suit. His pecs followed- the muscle behind them vanishing as the suit fully connected and forced them to remodel to match the suit’s sagging chest. Tyler let out a frustrated grunt as he realized he could no longer feel his muscular chest. It felt old... somewhat jiggly and he winced as the New Tyler plucked one of his new chest hairs.

“And unfortunately, this little guy doesn’t work the way it used to.” Tyler could feel tears in his eyes as the New Tyler tugged on his dick, which didn’t show any signs of getting hard, “Don’t worry, I have stuff that might help you.” New Tyler reassured mockingly.

“You need to stop this.” Tyler huffed, “Please... I can’t...”

“It’s okay. I’ve made a few modifications to this suit.” New Tyler said calmly, “You won’t even miss your old body.”

Tyler groaned as his arms were encased and quickly bonded to the suit. His restraints came undone, and the larger man rolled off the bed with a thud. He sat up his knees and looked down at his hairy abdomen that now sat between his legs. He frowned and grabbed a fistful of his new fat.

“You need to reverse this... please... I want my body back.” Tyler begged as he felt the back of his head become wrapped by the suit’s. There was something odd though... Tyler could feel something else... not just the usual feeling of the physical changes, but new thoughts that also seemed to permeate his mind as the suit’s head touched his.

“I can’t do that.” New Tyler smirked, pulling down his pants, “But I’ll give you one last chance to enjoy your body.”

Tyler’s eyes widened as he came face to face with his own dick. He could barely process what was happening, as New Tyler slapped his face with it. Tyler wanted to resist, to turn away, but he felt another pulse from the back of his head and suddenly, he was slowly opening his mouth, inviting his own cock into his mouth.

“There you go.” New Tyler said as Tyler started sucking his cock, “Enjoy it while you can.”

Tyler felt tears in his eyes as he swallowed more and more of his large cock. At the same time, the suit was finishing its process. Tyler’s face was slowly covered by the suit’s, which quickly bonded to him and started cementing the changes. His once clean shaven face now sported an unkempt beard, which covered his double chin. His hairline now receded, while his once youthful features were now older. And with this final physical change, Tyler was bombarded with mental alterations.

‘Fuck.’ He thought as a cloud settled over his brain and he gained new appreciate for sucking cock, ‘This guy is so fucking hot.’

New Tyler moaned as the Old Tyler continued to vigorously suck his cock, now with the skill of an expert. And after a few more moments of intense pleasure, New Tyler let out a moan and came- coating the back of the old man’s throat. The young jock breathed heavily and smirked as he watched the older man wipe the sides of his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re good old man.” New Tyler smirked, “But that was a one-time thing for us, got it?”

Old Tyler nodded, “Thank you.” He whispered in a far gruffer voice, gazing at awe at the hunk of a man standing in front of him, “If you change your mind though...” But New Tyler was already gone, leaving the old man sitting on the floor. He eventually picked himself up and walked over to the mirror, looking at himself carefully. Sure he was out of shape and not much to look at, but if he was able to get someone like that young man to come by, he felt like he might have some better luck that night. He quickly snapped a photo of himself for Grindr, waiting eagerly for another chance to have some fun.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Hi, I am a 20 year old boy studying at university, I am slim and have dark hair. I have an old fashioned uncle who nags me because I'm not manly enough according to his standards and I'm still a virgin and I should be more muscular and hairy like him. Can you help me?

Your uncle wants you to be more like him?? It sounds to me that your uncle wants someone to follow his footsteps. Of being hairy. Muscled. And just an absolute masculine alpha. Being at your uncles house is always frustrating for you. Constantly nagging you about your body. About how much of a recluse you are. When you were sent to him your uncle had one mission. To change you. It first started with the clothes. As soon as he seen what you brought with you he immediately threw them in a fire pit. “You’re going to wear my clothes from now on. Everything you wear will come from my closet”. And when he said everything. He meant it ! Gone was your shoes and underwear. Everything was his. Forcing too in to get dressed in some of his clothes he pulled from the dirty clothes bin. Covered in sweat stains and other stains that you couldn’t believe he just wiped on a shirt like a dirty rag. “Go on boy. Wear it! Be a real man!” And too scared to defy you much larger and stronger uncle, you did what he told you to do. You get a warm sensation spreading through your body. Looking in the mirror you seen your muscles swell. You grew taller. Even your own package dropped heavily in your uncle’s underwear and gym shorts. “Hmm. You’re filling out nicely boy. But “ he began to rub his shoulders “a real man needs to be covered in a thick mess of hair”. And everywhere you uncle rubbed, thick hair began to grow at a rapid pace. Soon you were covered from head to toe ! A thick beard grew from your face. You thought his shoes would be to massive for you to wear when he said it was time for you finish getting dressed for the gym. He bragged all the time about wearing such large shoes. And he wasn’t lying as you looked in the tongue of the shoes you were being handed and the label read 16W. But strangely enough when you slipped your much smaller feet into the shoes you found that they fit snug as a glove. Your uncle pushed you in the gym harder than you’ve ever been. Sweat dripped from every muscle. Making all your hair slick with a smell you would find impossible to wash off. Coming up behind you in the gym, your uncle slapped you on the ass. “Time for you to put this to use now boy”. And as if on command your hole began to itch. To feel empty. You own member grew stiff and began to stick out in front of your depending attention. Your uncle led you to the locker room and bent you over. Filling you with own large member. In the mirror you could see the look of ecstasy plastered dumbly on your face and your uncle plowed like a machine. Reaching around he grabbed your massive member and began to stroke you with each thrust sensing you to another levels of euphoria and pleasure that you didn’t think possible. Then with one final loan grunt. You felt the pulse from his own member as he flooding your insides with his hot sticky seed. Then he ramped up his own hands on your member and even when you began to release he didn’t stop. You were bucking from the sensation and he wouldn’t let up till he got every lash bit of you out. Then pulling himself and bracing you on the counter you looked at the mirror and was shocked. You looked as if you could be his son! There couldn’t be no denial about it. Your uncle smiled at your while taking a picture of your backside. “That’s my boy ! I’m going to post your in my gym chat. Get ready son, you going to love getting used by all my friends! And you can forget about college. That little act we just did made your change into my son permanent. You’ll be forced to be just like me now !”

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

The cursed lamp

Male tf - magic tf - long tf - Arab tf - weight gain

David strolled lazily through the maze of the antique market, the humid air thick with the scent of old books, polished wood, and incense. His leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders, and a cigarette dangled from his lips, unlit. He wasn’t really looking for anything in particular—just killing time before heading to a bar later.

Then, something caught his eye.

Half-buried beneath a pile of brass trinkets and dusty relics, a small, ornate lamp gleamed under the dim yellow lights of the market stalls. It was old, unmistakably antique, with intricate engravings curling around its body like vines. It had a long, elegant spout and a curved handle, reminiscent of the fairy-tale lamps he’d seen in movies as a kid.

David picked it up, weighing it in his hands. It was heavier than it looked. The surface was tarnished, but beneath the grime, there was a strange allure to it.

The shopkeeper, an elderly man with a hooked nose and deep-set eyes, watched him with a faint smile.

"Ah, you have a good eye," the old man said, his voice gravelly. "A fine piece. Very old."

David smirked. "Yeah? How much?"

The old man hesitated, as if debating whether to name a ridiculous price, but David cut him off. "Look, it’s covered in dust. I doubt anyone’s been interested in it for years. I’ll give you fifty."

The old man chuckled, shaking his head. "Fifty? No, no… This lamp is… special."

David raised an eyebrow. "Come on, man. It’s just a piece of metal."

The shopkeeper leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Are you sure?"

For a brief moment, David felt a strange sensation, as if the air between them had thickened. A faint whisper—almost like a sigh—seemed to echo from the lamp. He blinked and shook his head. Probably just his imagination.

"Yeah, I’m sure," he said, brushing off the eerie feeling. "Seventy, final offer."

The old man exhaled slowly. Then, with a knowing look, he nodded. "Very well. But be cairful what you wish for". The old man just smiled, handing over the lamp as David transferred the cash. He stuffed the artifact into his leather bag and walked off, already forgetting the strange encounter.

Later that night, in his apartment, David sat on his couch, swirling a glass of whiskey in one hand, the lamp in the other. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, and soft jazz played from a speaker in the corner.

He set his drink down and examined the lamp more closely. Running a finger over the engravings, he frowned. The patterns… they almost looked like writing, but in a script he didn’t recognize.

"Hell, might as well see if this thing shines up," he muttered.

He rubbed the side of the lamp.

A low hum filled the air.

The glass on the table trembled. The shadows on the walls twisted unnaturally.

Then—BOOM!

A thick cloud of dark smoke erupted from the lamp, swirling in the air like a living thing. The apartment lights flickered as the smoke coiled together, forming a towering, ethereal figure. The scent of ancient spices and something almost metallic filled the room.

David stumbled backward, his heartbeat hammering against his ribs.

From within the smoke, two glowing eyes opened. A deep voice, rich and echoing, filled the space.

"You have summoned me."

David stared, wide-eyed. "No. Fucking. Way."

The figure solidified, taking the shape of a tall, imposing man draped in flowing garments. His skin was dark like polished obsidian, his hair thick and wild, his presence overwhelming.

The being’s lips curled into a slow smile.

"You may call me the Djinn," he said. "And you, fortunate mortal, have been granted an unlimited number of wishes."

David’s shock gave way to laughter—uneasy at first, then bolder. "Oh, this is rich. I must be dreaming."

The Djinn’s gaze did not waver. "And yet, you are not."

David exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, sure. Let’s say I believe this insanity. Unlimited wishes, huh?"

The Djinn nodded.

David grinned. "Alright then. Let’s test this out."

He thought for a moment. Something small. Simple.

"I wish…" He paused, considering. "I wish for a full bottle of the finest whiskey in the world."

The Djinn lifted a hand. A flicker of dark light pulsed through the air, and suddenly—a heavy, crystal bottle appeared on the table, filled with an amber liquid that caught the dim light beautifully.

David’s eyes widened. He grabbed the bottle, examining the label. A distillery he’d never even heard of. He poured a glass, took a sip—his breath hitched. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted. Smooth, rich, complex.

"Holy shit." He leaned back, laughing. "This is incredible."

The Djinn said nothing, only watched.

David caught his reflection in the miroir. Something was… different.

His skin looked warmer, as if kissed by the sun. His hair—had it always had that slight wave to it? And was his stubble thicker? He frowned, running a hand over his jaw.

Probably just the lighting.

Shrugging, he lifted his glass in a mock toast. "To wishes, then."

The Djinn’s smile widened ever so slightly.

David woke with a start.

His head throbbed with a dull ache, and for a moment, he wasn't sure what had roused him. The apartment was still shrouded in the dim haze of early morning, the blinds half-drawn, letting in only slivers of pale light. The jazz playlist from last night had long since ended, leaving only the faint hum of the city beyond his windows.

But there was something else.

A sound.

A whisper.

At first, he thought it was the lingering remnants of a dream, that odd space between sleep and wakefulness where reality still felt fluid. But as he lay there, staring at the ceiling, he heard it again—soft, insidious, curling around the edges of his consciousness.

Wish.

David sat up, blinking.

"What the hell…?"

The lamp sat on his coffee table, exactly where he had left it. Its once-dull surface now gleamed faintly, as though the single wish he had made had breathed some sort of life into it. He exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

"Must be the whiskey," he muttered.

But even as he tried to dismiss it, a strange compulsion settled deep in his chest. An itch at the base of his skull. The thought of making another wish wasn't just appealing—it felt… necessary.

David shook his head, pushing the feeling aside. He had to clear his mind.

He stood and stretched, padding toward the kitchen to make coffee. As he filled the machine with water, the voice returned, this time clearer.

Why stop at one?

David’s breath hitched. He turned sharply, but the apartment was empty. His eyes flickered to the lamp again, a cold unease creeping down his spine.

"Alright, that’s enough of that." He grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

After a few rings, a groggy voice answered. "Dude, it’s—" a pause. "Jesus, it’s seven in the morning. What do you want?"

"Jay, listen," David said, rubbing his temple. "I think I’m losing my mind."

A rustling sound. "More specific, please."

David hesitated, glancing at the lamp again. "You ever hear voices after drinking?"

Jay snorted. "Uh, yeah. They usually say, ‘Why did you text your ex?’ or ‘You should really drink water before bed.’"

David exhaled sharply. "No, I mean—like actual voices. Whispering. Telling you to do shit."

A pause.

"You sure you didn’t take anything stronger than whiskey?"

"Forget it," David muttered, hanging up.

His pulse was racing.

You can have anything you want.

His hands clenched into fists.

"Shut up," he said aloud.

Silence.

For a moment, he thought it was over.

Then, a low chuckle—deep, reverberating, barely distinguishable from his own thoughts.

David's skin prickled.

He stormed toward the lamp, grabbing it roughly. "Alright, asshole. If this is some kind of trick, I want to know—"

The Djinn materialized in an instant.

Dark smoke coiled around the room, filling it with the same heavy scent of spices and something metallic. The air crackled with unseen energy, and as the smoke cleared, the Djinn stood there, tall and imposing, his expression unreadable.

"You called," the Djinn said smoothly.

David took a step back, his grip tightening around the lamp. "Yeah, no shit. What the hell is happening?"

The Djinn tilted his head. "You are hearing the whispers."

David narrowed his eyes. "So I’m not going insane?"

A slow smile spread across the Djinn’s lips. "That depends."

David exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What do you mean?"

The Djinn stepped closer, the very air around him seeming to shift. "Wishes are not mere transactions, mortal. They do not simply appear and vanish. They mold, they shape, they weave themselves into the very fabric of who you are."

David frowned. "What does that mean?"

The Djinn studied him for a moment before speaking again, his voice rich and deliberate. "Each wish is not only granted—it is felt. The more you wish, the more the fabric of your being shifts. Desires manifest not just in reality, but in self."

David's stomach twisted.

"You mean… they change me?"

The Djinn’s eyes gleamed. "Haven’t you noticed already?"

David hesitated, then caught his reflection in the window.

The changes were subtle—almost imperceptible. His skin seemed slightly darker, his features just a little sharper. Nothing alarming, nothing that couldn't be explained away by poor lighting or paranoia.

He turned back to the Djinn. "This… this is some kind of trick."

The Djinn chuckled, his voice deep and knowing. "Is it?"

David swallowed.

He had felt something since last night. A pull. A hunger.

A voice, always whispering.

He thought about making another wish—just to see.

The Djinn's gaze didn’t waver.

"Go on, then," he murmured. "You want to."

David's fingers twitched. The whisper in his head grew louder.

His heart pounded.

And for the first time, he wondered if he had made a terrible mistake.

David stood in front of his bathroom mirror, running a hand through his hair. It was darker now, glossier, curling slightly at the ends in a way it never had before. His stubble had thickened overnight, and even after shaving that morning, he could already feel the roughness returning.

He exhaled, trying to shake the unease creeping up his spine.

"Just a few small changes," he told himself. "No one will even notice."

And so, he kept wishing.

A slight adjustment to his jawline here, a deepening of his voice there. A little more height, a little more body hair. Nothing drastic. Just… improvements.

And yet, every time he caught his reflection, something felt off. Like he was looking at a stranger whose features only barely resembled his own.

Still, the rush of power was intoxicating. The feeling of reshaping reality with just a thought—it was addictive.

Then came the wish that changed everything.

That afternoon, David lounged on his couch, rolling an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He was bored. Restless. The whispers had been growing louder, insistent, coaxing.

"You deserve more. Why stop now?"

He smirked. Maybe they were right.

"I wish for a brand-new car," he said aloud, savoring the words. "Something luxurious. Sleek. Black."

The Djinn’s presence filled the room before he even finished speaking. A dark shimmer rippled through the air, and just like that, the sound of an engine revving echoed from the street below.

David’s heart pounded with excitement. He rushed to the window.

There it was.

A gleaming black sports car, parked right in front of his building, its engine purring softly like a beast waiting to be unleashed.

His hands trembled as he grabbed his keys and sprinted outside. The moment he slid into the driver’s seat, a thrill shot through him. The leather interior smelled rich, expensive. The dashboard gleamed with state-of-the-art technology.

"This is real," he thought, gripping the wheel.

And then, without hesitation, he took off.

The city blurred around him as he sped through the streets, the engine growling beneath him. The rush, the power, the sheer freedom—it was intoxicating.

As he pulled up to a red light, he spotted a familiar figure on the sidewalk.

"Jay!"

His best friend turned, blinking in confusion.

David grinned, rolling down the window. "Dude, check this out! New ride. You wanna go for a spin?"

Jay frowned, stepping closer. His eyes scanned David’s face, then narrowed in suspicion.

"Sorry, man. Do I know you?"

David chuckled. "Funny. C’mon, get in."

Jay took a step back. "Look, I don’t know who you are, but I think you’ve got the wrong guy."

David’s grin faltered. "Jay, stop messing around. It’s me. David."

Jay's expression darkened. He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Yeah… I don’t think so."

And with that, he turned and walked away.

David sat frozen, gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Something wasn’t right.

His pulse hammered as he caught his reflection in the rearview mirror.

His breath hitched.

The face staring back at him was not his own.

His nose was broader, his jawline sharper. His beard had grown in thick and coarse, framing his mouth in a way that made him look… foreign. His eyebrows were heavier, his skin slightly darker. Even his hair, in the morning a casual mess of waves, was now fuller, richer, curling naturally at the ends.

A sinking dread pooled in his stomach.

This wasn’t just a small change.

This was something else entirely.

His fingers trembled as he touched his face, tracing the unfamiliar contours. The voice in his head whispered, smug and knowing.

"What did you expect?"

David swallowed hard.

He needed to go home. Now.

Slamming his foot on the gas, he sped away, his own reflection glaring back at him from the mirror—an imposter wearing his life like a costume.

David’s hands gripped the leather steering wheel as he sped down the dimly lit streets, the engine of his newly acquired luxury car purring beneath him. The rush of the night air barely cooled the heat rising in his chest. His mind was still reeling from what had just happened—his friend not recognizing him, his reflection showing a stranger.

What the fuck is happening to me?

His pulse pounded. He needed to get home, to figure this out. He needed to think.

Then—flashing red and blue lights.

"Shit."

David’s stomach sank as the siren wailed behind him. He instinctively lifted his foot off the gas, his hands tightening on the wheel. A cop. Of course. He had been speeding, too lost in his own mind to notice.

He pulled over to the side of the road, his breath shallow.

A uniformed officer approached the driver’s side, flashlight in hand. David lowered the window, forcing a calm expression as the officer leaned in.

"License and registration, please."

David’s throat tightened. His heart pounded violently against his ribs. His driver’s license. The picture.

The officer waited, his eyes scanning David with mild suspicion.

"Sir?"

David hesitated, but he knew he couldn’t refuse. Any more hesitation would make things worse.

Swallowing hard, he pulled out his wallet and handed over the license with a steady hand, masking his inner panic.

The officer took it and stepped away toward his patrol car.

David exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. His mind raced. He was screwed. The second the cop compared the picture to the man sitting in this car, questions would start.

"You're a fool," the voice whispered in his mind, curling around his thoughts like smoke.

"You could end this now. Just wish it away."

His breath hitched. He didn’t want to use another wish. Every time he did, he changed. He could feel it. But what choice did he have?

The officer was taking too long. Probably running his information, already noticing the discrepancy. Any second now, he’d come back, demanding answers.

David clenched his jaw.

"Fine."

He reached into the passenger seat, grabbing the lamp from his bag. His fingers trembled as he ran his thumb over the engravings.

"Get me out of this," he whispered.

The air around him thickened.

Dark smoke slithered out from the lamp, curling like tendrils in the cramped space of the car. The scent of spice and metal filled the cabin, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to still.

A deep voice, smooth and knowing, filled the air.

"As you wish."

Then—nothing.

The smoke dissipated instantly, as if it had never been there.

David barely had time to register what had happened before the officer returned to his window.

"Here you go, sir," the cop said, handing back the license with an easy smile.

David blinked.

"Be more careful with your speed next time. Have a good night, Mr. Al-Farid."

David’s stomach dropped.

" Al-Farid?"

The officer tapped the roof of his car and walked away, heading back to his cruiser without another glance.

David’s fingers trembled as he slowly looked down at the license in his hand.

The picture had changed.

It no longer showed the clean-shaven, fair-skinned man he remembered. Now, it perfectly matched the face in the rearview mirror.

And the name printed on it wasn’t David Carter anymore.

It read: Muhammad Al-Farid.

His blood turned to ice.

"No, no, no…" he muttered, flipping through his wallet in a frenzy. Every card, every document—it had all changed. His bank card, his insurance, even an ID for a gym he didn’t remember signing up for. All of them bore the same name.

A new identity.

His hands clenched the wheel, his breath coming in short gasps. He turned to the mirror again. His hair—

His heart skipped a beat.

The transformation had progressed. The once-thick waves on top of his head had thinned noticeably. His temples were bare now, the recession creeping backward in an unmistakable pattern. His widow’s peak had become more pronounced.

He reached up, running shaking fingers over his scalp. His hairline was higher. The skin beneath his fingertips felt… foreign.

This is getting worse.

The voice inside his head chuckled.

"It’s already done."

David’s stomach churned.

His hands tightened around the wheel. His reflection stared back, unrecognizable, unfamiliar.

The transformation wasn’t stopping.

And the worst part?

A small, insidious part of him didn’t want to.

David parked his car in front of his building, shutting the door with a heavy thud. He had always enjoyed the way people looked at him—especially women. But tonight, something was different.

As he stepped onto the sidewalk, he felt the weight of their gazes, but they were no longer admiring. No more sly smiles, no more lingering glances. Instead, he caught sneers, raised eyebrows, and outright disinterest. A pair of women in tight dresses crossed the street to avoid walking past him.

Something inside him twisted.

"Who do they think they are?" The thought came unbidden, a deep, guttural growl in the back of his mind. His hands clenched into fists, his body tensed. And then, before he could stop himself, words erupted from his mouth.

"You think you're too good for me?" His voice was sharp, accusing. His own words startled him. He hadn't meant to say that.

One of the women turned, eyes wide in surprise and disgust.

"Excuse me?" she snapped.

David took a step forward. His heart pounded, but he couldn’t stop.

"Teach her some respect."

The voice. That damn voice in his head. It had been whispering for days, but now it was pushing him, dragging the words out of him.

"Learn to recognize a real man," he spat, the words flowing effortlessly, but they weren’t in English.

Arabic.

He realized too late. His own voice sounded alien to him, like it belonged to someone else. The woman scoffed and turned away, muttering something to her friend as they hurried off.

David stood there, panting, his chest rising and falling in rapid bursts.

"What the hell was that?"

His breath hitched. His skin felt clammy. He swallowed hard and stormed into his building, barely registering the familiar space around him. His hands trembled as he reached his apartment, fumbling with the keys. Once inside, he slammed the door shut and leaned against it.

His mind raced. The things he had said. The way they had come out so naturally, as if he had spoken that language all his life.

No. This wasn’t right.

He bolted to the bathroom, flipping on the light. His reflection stared back at him, unfamiliar yet not entirely foreign. His beard had grown in thicker, denser, making his face look heavier. His hairline had receded even further, leaving his forehead broader, more pronounced.

"No… No, this isn’t me."

His breath came in ragged gasps as he grabbed a razor from the sink. The blade pressed against his skin, and he dragged it down, watching the dark hairs fall into the sink, revealing his face underneath.

But it didn’t help.

No matter how much he shaved, the feeling remained. His skin still felt different, his features still slightly off. The voice in his head hummed in amusement.

"You cannot erase what you have become."

David let the razor clatter into the sink and gripped the edges of the counter, staring into the mirror with wild eyes.

The voice was right.

And that terrified him more than anything.

**Part 5: Solitude**

David sat alone in his small apartment, the dim light of the late afternoon filtering through the blinds. His mind buzzed with the whispering voice, a constant, nagging presence that seemed to creep into every corner of his thoughts. The voice wasn't just a sound anymore, it had become a part of him, threading itself into his very consciousness. Every time he tried to ignore it, it only grew louder, more insistent.

"What do you have to lose now, David?" the voice hissed in his ear, low and serpentine, "No one recognizes you. You are a stranger to everyone, even to yourself."

He curled his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms, as if the physical pain could drown out the voice. He refused to make another wish. No matter how tempting, no matter how desperate the whispering became, he wouldn’t give in. Not again.But the isolation was unbearable. His apartment felt like a cage. The walls closed in on him, each day blending into the next. The reflection in the mirror, a man who was no longer him, haunted him constantly. Thin, with a receding hairline, the remnants of a beard barely growing back. His features were unfamiliar, foreign. And yet, he couldn't escape the fact that this was now his face, his body. It was like he was trapped in someone else’s skin.

David had stopped going outside. He hadn’t seen Jay in days. The thought of facing anyone—of talking to anyone—was unbearable. Even his own voice, when he accidentally spoke aloud, felt wrong. It was as if he had forgotten the cadence of his own words. His speech had taken on a strange, almost melodic rhythm, like the Arabic words that slipped from his mouth when he was angry. He didn’t know where they came from. They seemed to appear without effort, a part of him that didn’t belong.

"You're losing yourself," the voice whispered again, its tone smooth and coaxing. "Why fight it? Why fight me? You can't escape what you've become. Why resist the gifts I offer? What harm is one more wish?"

David gritted his teeth. "No," he muttered aloud to no one. "I won’t make another wish."

The silence that followed was deafening. The only sound in the room was his own breathing, shallow and uneven. The tension in his chest grew, a feeling he couldn’t shake, as if something was slowly choking him, strangling him from the inside.

In the kitchen, a faint rumbling sound echoed through the apartment. His stomach. He hadn’t eaten in days, perhaps even longer. The hunger was a constant ache in the pit of his stomach, gnawing at him, relentless. But he wouldn’t give in. Not to the voice, not to the lamp.Yet, as he sat in the dark, the hunger began to consume him. The emptiness inside him wasn’t just physical—it was psychological, emotional. He felt like a shell, an empty husk of the person he used to be. And that’s when the thought crept in, quiet at first, but growing.

David sat in the dim glow of his apartment, the air thick with the scent of neglect. The curtains remained drawn, shutting out the world outside. His stomach growled violently, a deep, twisting pain that had been gnawing at him for days. He had avoided food, avoided the whispers, resisted the voice that urged him to make another wish. But now, his resolve was crumbling.

"You are starving, Muhammad. Why suffer?" The voice was stronger now, more than just a whisper. It coiled around his thoughts, pressing against his mind with relentless insistence.

"Stop calling me that," David muttered, his voice hoarse.

"Why fight it? You only make it harder on yourself. Wish for food. Just one small wish."

His body felt weak, trembling slightly as he leaned against the kitchen counter. The fridge was empty, save for a carton of expired milk and a half-eaten sandwich he didn’t remember leaving there. His fingers twitched. His head throbbed. His hunger was unbearable.

"Just one wish, Muhammad. One bite. One meal. You deserve it."

His breathing was ragged as he clenched his fists. But in the end, the pain won.

“I wish for food,” he whispered, barely audible.

A rush of cold air swept through the apartment, sending a shiver down his spine. Then, in an instant, his kitchen table was filled with plates upon plates of food—steaming meats, golden bread, bowls of fragrant rice, and an array of sweets he had never seen before. The smell was intoxicating, rich and spiced, filling the apartment with an aroma that made his mouth water uncontrollably.

He didn’t hesitate. He lunged for the nearest dish, shoving handfuls of food into his mouth. It was delicious, overwhelming his senses, and he devoured it without restraint. His stomach, empty for days, screamed in relief. But as he ate, he felt it—his body changing.

A tightness spread across his midsection. His shirt pressed against his stomach, the fabric pulling, stretching. His pants dug into his waist, biting into his skin. He barely noticed at first, too consumed by hunger, but with every swallow, he felt himself growing heavier.

His fingers, once slender, now seemed thicker as they grabbed another handful of meat. His arms, softer. His reflection in the kitchen window showed a man whose face was rounding, his jawline fading under a new layer of flesh. He swallowed, and a shudder ran through him.

"More," the voice urged.

He tried to stop, but his hands wouldn’t listen. He reached for another piece of bread, another bite of rice, his body acting on instinct. Sweat beaded on his forehead, rolling down his temples. His skin felt hotter, his body heavier, his breathing slower.

His scalp tingled. Running a trembling hand over his head, he felt it—more hair was gone. His fingers glided over smooth, thinning patches where thick hair had once been. A gasp caught in his throat. He rushed to the bathroom, the floor creaking beneath his weight.

The mirror revealed a stranger. His once-athletic frame was softening, his stomach rounding over the waistband of his pants. His face, unfamiliar, bore the signs of a man aging rapidly. His hairline had retreated further, leaving the crown of his head sparse. He reached up, fingers shaking, and ran them over the remaining strands.

"No..." he whispered.

"It suits you, Muhammad." The voice was stronger now, more certain, more him.

David gripped the sink, his knuckles white. His stomach churned, not with hunger, but with fear. He tried to speak, but the voice was louder, drowning him out.

"Eat more. Grow. Become who you were always meant to be."

His reflection in the mirror smiled. But David hadn’t move.

David woke up feeling heavier, his breath labored as he tried to push himself up from his bed. His body had changed again overnight—his belly now protruded even further, the flesh sagging slightly over the waistband of his too-tight pants. He could feel the rough fabric pressing against his skin, chafing where it didn't quite fit anymore. His scalp tingled strangely, and when he reached up, his fingers met the smoothness of his balding head. Only a thin ring of hair remained, circling the back and sides.

The voice was no longer just a whisper. It was clear, confident, and no longer just inside his head. It spoke through him.

"Good morning, Muhammad," it said, his own lips forming the words before he could even think to stop them.

David recoiled, his heart pounding. That’s not my name. That’s not my voice.

He stumbled into the bathroom, gripping the sink as he leaned forward, staring into the mirror.

"No… no, this isn’t me!" David gasped.

"Isn’t it?" the voice chuckled.

David watched in horror as his reflection smiled—but he hadn't smiled. His own face, his own muscles, yet they did not obey him. His hand lifted to his beard, stroking it with familiarity, as if it belonged to someone else entirely.

A deep, musky scent filled the air, thick with sweat and something earthier—something undeniably masculine. It clung to his skin, seeping from the dense hair on his chest, his shoulders, his arms. The scent wrapped around him like a second skin, comforting, familiar. His hands roamed freely now, without hesitation. He grinned as his fingers squeezed the soft weight of his pectorals, feeling the slight jiggle beneath his touch. His other hand traveled lower, cupping the heavy flesh of his backside, relishing the way it had grown fuller, softer.

His fingers drifted upwards again, over his thick beard, the coarse strands rubbing against his palm. Then, with a deep exhale, he ran his hand over the smooth, bare crown of his head, shivering at the strange satisfaction it brought. No longer the thick, boyish hair of his past—just the proud, open expanse of skin that marked his transformation.

Then, as if drawn by an unseen force, his hand slid beneath his waistband. His breath hitched. The weight of his manhood was unmistakable—heavier, thicker. His fingers wrapped around himself, exploring the girth, feeling the heat radiating from it. His grip tightened instinctively as his other hand cupped his testicles, now hanging lower, fuller. Then, a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning—he was circumcised.

David's mind recoiled, a scream ripping through his consciousness, but his body—his new body—reacted differently. The voice purred in delight, laughing at his shock.

"Ah, Muhammad, do you feel it? How much more sensitive you are now? How much more complete?"

A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and he gasped, his knees momentarily buckling.

"Doesn’t this feel right? So much better than before?"

David fought against it, his mind thrashing, screaming, but it was like drowning in a rising tide. The voice only grew stronger, laughing mockingly.

"Tell me, who could ever believe a man like this was once called David?"

It spat the name with disgust, as if it were a stain that needed to be erased. And with every passing second, with every shudder of unwanted pleasure, Muhammad grew stronger.

"Finally… after all this time, I see myself again."

David gritted his teeth, trying to force control back into his body. He grabbed his face, shaking himself, as if he could wake up from this nightmare.

"Get out of my head!" he shouted.

But the voice only laughed.

"Your head? Your body? No, no, my friend. This was never truly yours. It was only a vessel, waiting for me to return."

David’s knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor. His mind swam with memories that were not his—visions of deserts, of bustling markets filled with the scent of spices, of long robes flowing in the wind, of prayers whispered under the glow of lanterns. He clutched his head, trying to block them out, but they flooded into him relentlessly.

He felt himself being pulled up—his own arms forcing him to stand. His movements were sluggish, but no longer his own. He turned, walking back into his bedroom, his legs carrying him with an unfamiliar purpose. His breath came slow and deep, the voice guiding him.

"These clothes do not suit me."

His fingers twitched, and before he could resist, the words left his mouth.

"I wish for something more… appropriate."

A rush of warmth enveloped him, and in an instant, his clothes shifted. His tight, ill-fitting Western attire was gone. Instead, he found himself dressed in a long, flowing robe, the fabric smooth against his skin. His pants had transformed into loose, billowing trousers. A kufi now sat atop his balding head.

David gasped—but it was not just the clothing that had changed. His body had responded as well.with this new wish. He felt his hips widen slightly, his belly rounding out even more, his backside pressing heavily against the fabric. His legs thickened, his arms heavier, his fingers slightly stubbier. His breathing deepened, slower, more measured.

And worst of all—his reflection was smiling.

"Yes… this is how it should be," the voice purred.

David trembled, trying to move, trying to force himself to run, but his body no longer obeyed him. His hands traced the folds of his new clothing, smoothing them with an almost reverent touch. His fingers ran along his belly, pressing gently against its soft curve.

"Look at you, Muhammad. You are perfect now."

"No! My name is David!"

But his reflection only tilted its head, eyes filled with amusement.

"Not anymore."

His mouth opened, but he did not speak—the voice did.

"Your body is mine. Your mind will follow. And soon, you will forget there was ever a David at all."

David's breathing hitched. He could feel his memories slipping. His apartment—his job—his old face. It was all blurring, fading like sand in the wind.

He turned, his hands reaching out, but they did not obey him. Instead, they grasped the objects around the room—his books, his gadgets, his belongings. None of them felt right anymore. They were foreign. Out of place.

"This life does not suit me," the voice growled.

A surge of anger swelled within him—not his anger, but the voice’s. His hands moved of their own accord, sweeping across the table, knocking everything to the ground. His laptop crashed against the floor, shattering. His clothes were ripped from the closet and thrown aside. He grabbed a framed picture—Jay, smiling beside him—and for a fleeting moment, David felt something familiar.

But then his hands crushed the frame. The glass shattered in his grip.

"None of this belongs here anymore. None of it belongs to me."

David wanted to scream, wanted to fight, but his voice was no longer his own. His body, his movements, even his thoughts were slipping away. He watched as his own lips curved into a smile, a satisfied chuckle escaping his throat.

"It is almost done."

He turned back toward the mirror, staring into his own unfamiliar face. His hands lifted, tracing his beard, his rounded chin, his thinning hair.

His reflection smiled back.

And for the first time—David felt something terrifying.

Not fear.

Not resistance.

But… acceptance.

He couldn't remember why he was fighting anymore.

The voice whispered softly, like a final lullaby.

"Say it, Muhammad. Say your name."

His lips trembled.

"I… I am…"

A pause. A last shred of hesitation.

And then, with a breath—

"I am Muhammad."

His reflection grinned.

And David was gone.

The voice that had guided him, shaped him, no longer whispered. It no longer needed to.

Muhammad turned to the antique lamp sitting quietly on the table, its golden surface gleaming under the dim light. He reached out, fingers brushing against it once more, but this time, there was no wish to be made. He had everything he needed.

Instead, he lifted the lamp carefully, walking towards the window. Below, the city stretched out before him—so modern, so different from the world he once knew, yet full of possibilities. With a slow, deliberate motion, he placed the lamp into a wooden chest, locking it away.

For now.

Muhammad smiled. There would always be another fool willing to rub the lamp, another soul eager to claim its magic. The cycle would continue. But for now, he had a life to reclaim.

He turned away from the window, stepping into his new existence, leaving behind the last lingering traces of the man who had once been David.

The lamp sat in the darkness, silent and waiting.

It had done this before. It would do it again.

Somewhere, in another city, another unsuspecting soul would find it. They would pick it up, marvel at its craftsmanship, and wonder if the legends were true.

And when they finally gave in to curiosity and polished its surface, the cycle would begin anew.

Do you believe in the power of wishes?

If so, perhaps you’d like to hear of others who have made a wish… and paid the price.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Love your stories, and thought you could help! When I married my husband, he was my dream guy; big, hairy, and unapologetically masculine. He used to exaggerate every burp or fart to be as loud as possible, and I loved that about him!

Anyway, in the last year, he's turned his life around. He lost all the weight, quit his bluecollar job, and shaved all his body hair. I've been a supportive husband for long enough, but he said he won't go back because his new boss wouldn't allow it.

I guess what I'm asking is for you to turn him back into that big hairy man he used to be, but make his office completely ignore his unprofessional look and smell that'll come with it?

It sounds like what you’re wanting is a curse. Sound about right ? Make your husband gain everything he lost… and then some. By my big question is does he really need an office job ? Wouldn’t you be a lot happier with him placed right back into blue collar work? He’s sitting at his cubicle when suddenly a painful hunger surges through him. He begins to break out in a sweat. Thick salty beds building on his brow. He goes to the bathroom not sure of what just happened to him. Attempting to freshen up he is overcome with a painful pressure. He start grabbing at the button down because his stomach feels like it’s about to burst. Looking down he is horrified. His stomach is expanding. Over the past year he had managed to lose a significant amount of weight and finally had a flat stomach. But not anymore. Right in front of him his stomach was blowing up like a beach ball! The buttons on his shirt burst off flying in all direction as his gut continued to push further and further out. The sweat on his brow now went to his puts and down his back. Dee sweat stains forming on his clothes and the smell of Bo that would be permanent on him began to envelope the air around him. His feet began to feel confined in the tone shoes he wore as his fatter feet demanded more room. Going from a size 12 to a size 14 almost instantly. A think unkempt beard grew out on his face and his stomach continue to expand outward. This was the largest he had ever been and he was still growing !!! You asked that his coworkers not notice anything wrong with him. That they accept his new fatter smelly form. But these aren’t his coworkers. His boss comes I the bathroom to figure out what all the fuss was about and he was disgusted to see your husband. Fatter than ever. Smelly. Sweaty. Hairy! Firing your husband he told him to get out of the office and go find a place that is fitting for an animal like him. In tears your husband rides down the elevator and when him landing on the 1st floor the sudden stop of the elevator coupled with gravity sends the final changes throw his body. His gut gain another 20 pounds. Forcing it outward. And the sudden stop back it hand low. Always to be seen under any shirt he wears from now on. He even lost a few inches on this stop. Going from 6’ all the way down to 5’6”. Making his stomach even bigger and banging even lower. Waddling out of the elevator he managed to get to his truck. Struggling to get in and sweating like a pig. He began to burp and it smell of beer and protein. Having trouble fitting behind the wheel of his truck he had to push the seat all the way back just to fit his expanded frame in the cab and he could barely reach any of the pedals with his now shorter frame. His stomach rubbed against the wheel when he was driving home. Tears rolls down his fattening face. Making it home was even more of a shock. While you have been inside reading about all the changes you forced your husband into things have been changing around you. Junk cars littered your front lawn. No grass and only mud. Outside it looks as though. On one has ever cleared. While the house dimensions itself have become drastically smaller. Fitting more of the size of a standard airstream. You husband busts open the door and you can feel him home. The trailer sinks to one and literally shakes with every thunderous step of his fatter feet. He flops down on the chair and the whole trailer shakes. Lights flickering. But this is what you wanted isn’t it ? Now. Being a good sport and fetch your big man a case of beer. He’s going to need it for when he’s plowing you later tonight.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Make me into beefy jock with muscular body of mid 20s also if possible change me into latino man, as I want to live simple and not complicated life

Simple and not complicated. Done. You’ll never have thought in your head when I done with you. Taking you all the way down to an iq of 70. And that’s pushing it. But no one expects much from you. After all, you are a Latin dumb jock. Never going to school in the first place you e made it through life just barely able to read struggling to do anything too complex. But what you do understand is the gym. You spend hours there everyday. Working out. Get more toned to a you were before. You don’t care that you are one of the dumbest men in your town. Coming from a small village you’re lucky to have made it this far. And you’re not even going to see the states again after your wish. Always stuck in the one city in Mexico that you managed to get to using your body and your mouth. You might not be smart but your mouth has a mind of its own when it comes to sex. Let’s hope you enjoy this simpler life of gym and sin.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

I couldn’t help but stick my tongue out in the mirror. Sure Jason was fully aware of everything. Sure he could see everything going on and feel everything. That’s what made it that much more enjoyable when I took this picture and said “time to gain some weight!” As I patted his hairy stomach. Internal screams could be heard when I said it but I didn’t care. I strutted from the bathroom to living room where I sat down and ordered food on door dash. Time to make this man eat like a pig! He always made fun of me for my weight and it’s time he felt how it feels.

The month showed promise. Jason was crying in my head everyday as he seen his body changing more and more. Where is once flat stomach was, now rested a large hairy boulder. I used a mirror to check his weight progress because the hairy sphere blocked my view now. 275 was on the scale. “Well Jason. I would say this is enough but you really made an assumption of yourself before!” Jason was whimpering in my head with no control. I put my hands under the the large mass and said “let’s go for another 50 and maybe I’ll stop!” Jason was defeated. I quit shaving. Quit showering. I moved his job to work at home. Jason was now a man who appeared to only focus on thing. His gains.

Another month passed and I had made Jason surpass the weight gain goal. Now siting at a heavy 350. His knees hurt. His back hurt. I had managed to make it so he would struggle doing simple tasks burdened by the massive weight. Through the past couple months with the rapid weight gain Jason’s body also had a hard time keeping up with his gaining lifestyle. A spring ankle and damaged knee would ensure that Jason was trapped just like I wanted him to be. All this work and with a twinge of magic, making his appetite more intense then it ever was with me in control. I wanted to make that 350 wasn’t the stopping point for Jason. I relinquished control back to Jason. He immediately grabbed his stomach and began to scream as my last bit of magic on his appetite took hold. His stomach groaning as if it was empty even though I just had him polish off a whole pizza and two double cheese burgers. I laughed knowing he would struggle to deal with his new outlook.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Glamour shots: suits make the man

“I’m only going to tell you once Brenda ! Fix it or I’ll fire the whole team!” Max said as she stormed into the photo shop. Ending the call angrily he told the old man he didn’t have much time waste. He had more important things to deal with. The old man snapped the business man’s photo and sent him on his way. Out in the street max didn’t notice it but people were looking at him in fear. His phone rang with a txt message and but his phone wouldn’t unlock with facial recognition. “Fucking phone piece of shit” he screamed. Responding to the txt from Brenda hatefully he made his way to the expensive sports car. He was about to unlock the car when he noticed that he left his keys inside the car and it was now locked. “Piece of shit car! It’s not even. Supposed to lock with the keys still inside !” He began to pull on the door handle aggressively which only caught the attention of a cop nearby.

The cop pulled up behind him and put his flashers on. “Oh great. Now a fucking pig!” Max yelled. The cop jumped out and pulled his gun. “On the ground now! “ max shocked at what was happening dropped to the ground. Instantly no longer mad but afraid. “What’s the bell is going on!” The cop carefully walked over to him. “I swear just when I thought that things weren’t going to be easy here you up and show yourself! “The cop he cuffed him quickly. “And you’re not even fighting ! This is new !!” He cop shoved max into the back seat of the car. The wipe time max screaming at him to know what’s going on!!

The old man stood in the door way of his shop and watched everything unfold as he drank his coffee. He chuckled to himself thinking about how this as probably one of the most glamours he has done to someone. He held the picture in his hands. Should he rip it? Or should he leave it alone for now. Deciding to leave it intact he put it on a shelf where it was quickly forgotten. He decided it would much more of a mind fuck for max knowing that he could only see what others seen when he looked at his reflection. But everything f he seen when looking down would still be the body of max.

The old man turned on the news and giggled. “Convicted felon Jeremy Moore was found today trying to beacon into the car of a Max Mason. Police are still looking for Mr Mason and have a suspicion that Jeremy is responsible for the millionaire disappearance ” the new cuts to a live footage of “Jeremy” in his cel screaming that he’s not supposed to be there. The old man muted the tv and giggled again. “Maybe he will learn something”

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Hey bro sorry to bother you

Just got back from the gym and I'm tired of still being so small. I just wanna blow up into the biggest bodybuilder anyone has ever seen

Your body begins to convulse as your veins begin to bulge. You muscle raking on a life of its own as it continues to swell larger and larger. Bursting out of you clothes and leaving you in nothing but a skimpy stringer for the gym. You begin to get taller hitting 6’5”. Your feet explode out of your shoes shredding everything that once covered them as they hit size 19. Your breathes come in heavy and more labored. You’ve hit the minimum weight for your new form at 350. But not an ounce of day. All thick lumbering muscle.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Can you turn me into a bodybuilder with absolutely gigantic pecs? I don’t care about the side effects.

Such a stupid things to say when you know that giving you exactly this is going to have one hell of a side effect. You’re in the gym working out when you feel you pecs pressing more and more against your shirt. Looking down you are shocked to your skin has darkened significantly as you begin to take on another race. Your hair begins to falls out all over you body leaving you smooths while you begin to rapidly age stoping only when you have hit 45. A thin gotee wraps around you mouth as your face takes on kore angular features. You muscle begin to explode in side stopping only when they hit absurdly massive proportions. But your pecs confuse to grow. Forming a literally shelf on you torso. You can’t see anything past them. Not your tight set of abs. Not your duck has been snaking further and further down your leg resting on top of huge lemon size testicles. Not even your feet that have exploded in huge briny sizes. And now for your side effects. The sweat. Permanent sweat stains. And not to mention you massive muscle tits that leak. Constantly needing to be milked by an another massive gym bro always wanting a taste. Let’s hope your enjoy your new warped reality.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Can you help me fully embrace the white trash part of me I abandoned to get a better life? I want simple life despite my successes. Trailer park, sex, being handyman the works ya know?

Sounds like you have a perfect plan for how you wanna end up. Your at work when you feel as thought it got warmer in office suddenly. Looking down you see a dusting blonde hair covering the back of your hands and knuckles r they wanted there before. And the smell. The smell of bo hit your nose. You took a shower that morning but I smelled as if you hadn’t bathed in a few days. As the changes picked up, you body began to change more. Hair covering everything on your front and back. You abs and pecs disappearing under a layer of hair a softness. You stand up to close the door to your office and everything seems taller now. You realize that you went from 6’5” to 5’9”. You stumble to the door as your shoes fall off. Your feet going from a. 16 to a size 12. Tattoos begging to form on your left arm. You begin to panic. How are you going to get out of the office looking like this ! You catch a look of your face in the mirror and see a thick blonde unkempt beard growing rapidly in your face. You burp suddenly and it smells rancid. It smelt like beer. Your teeth yellow and your finger tips yellow as well. It only comes from years of smoking. And you’re not different. As your changes speed up you decide you have to get out of the office. A janitor station right next door allowed you steal a uniform as you walked quickly from the office in your yellow crusty socks. Driving home you think you’re going to your condo but your sports car quickly changed to a beat up work truck. And you end up driving yo a trailer park at the edge of town. You pull into a driveway and as if on auto pilot you get out mid the truck and go in the trailer. Littered with bear cans and filthy clothes. It was a small info space that was only three rooms. Bathroom. Bedroom. Kitchen and living room combined. It was all you needed. In the ceiling between the kitchen and living room was a hook. And from it a swing. You hole begins to itch needing to be filled. You phone lights up with a message from the older man next door. He talks to your like your a piece of trash and says he will be there in a minute to give you what you’ve been needing. Your brain ransacks its self on that nessage. Making you dumber and more compliant. Years of college disappear instantly and all that’s left is a trailer trash fag boy who earns his money being a handyman. The old man comes over and lets himself in. Pushing you onto the swing and having a camera in your face. “Alright fellas. I’m going to show you this piece of trash begs to be bred daily!”

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

after sharing my thought about how i wanna be a grown up, my fatty uncle suggested we can roleplay as each other before my parents come pick me up next month! Isn't it fun? He even let us using each other's stuff and teaches me how to do his work around and on his accountant shift too! But is it just me, or he's getting...slimmer? or i feel like his big clothes is becoming more fitting than yesterday?...

Parents dropping you off at your uncles house for the summer because you was refusing to apply for a college to go to in the fall. Ever since you turned 18 you just wanted to do whatever you wanted. No longer wanting to listen to your parents for anything. Then your uncle offered to rake you in and convince you to go to college. The first week was pretty chill. Doing nothing but passing the time. But then your uncle told you he wanted you to see the benefits of college. Showing you how to do some of his work as an accountant. Surprisingly you found the word easy. Boring. But easy. Then your uncle told you that you needed dress the part of a professional. You only had your gym clothes with you. Gym shorts and a tank top. You planned on doing nothing but working out during the summer anyway. So you uncle started to lend you clothes that he said would make you look like a pro. But the clothes swallowed your much slimmer frame. He even had you wearing dress shoes but since you only brought gym gear you had to wear his. A few sizes larger than you size 11 feet. His were 14s and wide. You had to lace them up extra tight to make sure they stayed on. But soon you noticed something odd. Your u clue seemed to be slimming down. You didn’t even notice it at first but the clothes we was making you wear was slowing beginning to fit better and better each day. Then the night before your parents were to come pick you up you uncle asked you if you were going to apply to a college. You laughed at him and told him that your mind has still not changed. Your uncle twirled a golden pendant on the chain handing around his neck. And as he did so your stomach churned slightly. Bathe clothes fitting more and more. Then as if staring in a mirror. You see yourself sitting in the chair your uncle was just sitting in. You begin to panic but your breathe is coming out heavier. You look down and see the buttons on your button up shirt are straining to contain the mass that is hidden underneath. Your uncle tells you that he thought this would be your answer. So he was going to go to college in your place. You tried to protest but you uncle just laughed. We can swap back after I’m out of college. But just a heads up, I already applied to med school and got in so for the next 10 years it looks like your going to be in my body !

The next morning your parents arrived and drove off with your uncle. Leaving you in his hairier fatter frame. In the bathroom with your shirt off you look at what you have to deal with for the next 10 years. Hair, mass, and huge stocky frame.