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No Place Like Home

“Aren’t Asian guys supposed to be skinny?” The obnoxious American scoffed at the South Korean working out in the gym.

“No” the muscular Asian man sighed and continued to lift his weights. “But I don’t know why I’d expect an asshole like you to know that”

“I’m not an asshole, you asshole. I’m just saying it like it is”

“Well, maybe you should visit somewhere like South Korea. That’ll help you gain some perspective”

The jock sneered at the Asian man.

“As if I’d ever go to South Korea...”

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Chris was an obnoxious prick. He was misogynistic, racist, homophobic and yet he was still one of the most popular jocks in his school. Maybe it was his dashing good looks or his charming smile, but his peers were able to overlook how awful a person he was. Girls crushed over him and his bros loved hanging out with him. For Chris, life was good. He lived the life of a typical American jock. Little did Chris know, all of that was about to change...

After Chris’ short confrontation with the South Korean bodybuilder, he walked off to begin his daily gym routine. Chris had never seen that man before. There was something... off about him. The Asian man kept glancing over at the American jock... smirking. Chris then saw the Asian man throw his weights onto the ground as he started walking towards the American jock.

“Hey, I’m sorry about what I said back there” the man apologised in his South Korean accent. “My name is Jung-ho”

“It’s fine” Chris was dismissive, avoiding all eye contact.

“How about I help you work out?” Jung-ho smirked.

“I don’t need your hel-“

“You need my help” Suddenly, Chris felt something shift in his head. As if someone had flicked a switch. He did need help. He needed Jung-ho to help him.

Jung-ho walked behind the lean American jock and began rubbing Chris’ shoulders. He started massaging Chris’ back muscles. Jung-ho’s touch was warm. It felt as if each of his fingertips were sending warm waves of pleasure throughout Chris’ body. Chris let a soft moan escape his lips. Jung-ho’s touch just felt so... good. Chris continued to lift the weights.

“Oh fuck, man. That’s the stuff”

Chris was lost in the deep waves of pleasure rhythmically flowing over his body. He didn’t even realise that the heavy weights he was lifting felt... lighter. In fact, the weights felt like they weighed as much as a feather. Chris was lifting the weight up and down with ease. As if they weighed nothing.

Chris didn’t realise it, but he was starting to grow. With each wave of pleasure, Chris’ biceps grew. Jung-ho’s hands made their way to Chris’ pectoral muscles. Jung-ho sensually rubbed Chris’ lean pecs. As he rubbed them, they began to get fuller. They grew bigger and softer until they jutted out from his chest. They looked like two perfectly fuckable tits. Chris’ nipples began to get bigger and heavier, becoming more sensitive. His nipples directly linked to his cock that was now growing from 5 inches to a thick 9 inches.

It was as if Chris’ body was a balloon and Jung-ho’s fingertips were blowing air into him. Inflating him until his muscles were big and soft.

Jung-ho’s hands slid down to Chris’ ass cheeks. As Jung-ho fondled Chris’ flat ass, it began to balloon outwards. His ass grew fat and fuckable. His butt cheeks looked so soft. They jiggled with the slightest movement. As if his ass was just begging to be fucked by a big Asian cock.

Jung-ho took his hands off of Chris’ body. The waves of pleasure surging through him began to fade. Chris shook his head in confusion. Why did Jung-ho’s hands make him feel so good? Did he just orgasm from the Asian man’s massage? No... he couldn’t have. He wasn’t gay. He was anything but gay... right?

Chris looked down to see his new huge muscular body. He stumbled backwards. What had happened to him? He looked like a massive bodybuilder with a huge fuckable ass.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Chris screamed in panic.

“What are you talking about?” Jung-ho smirked.

“You turned me into some huge fucking muscle monster!” Chris looked down at his new gargantuan frame, struggling to balance his new weight as his fat ass jiggled behind him.

“Sang-hoon, what are you talking about?” Jung-ho laughed. “You’ve always been this big”

“Wh- what? No I haven’t... have I?” Chris grasped at his head. He couldn’t remember. Maybe he should trust Jung-ho? Maybe he was a bodybuilder? I mean, look at his body, how could he not be one?

“Yes you have, Sang-hoon. Ever since we grew up together in Seoul, you always wanted to be a big fuckable muscular Asian man”

“Sang-hoon? Seoul? My name isn’t... my name is Chr- Chris-hoon.... no that’s not right it’s Chrang-hoon... no it’s Sang-hoon”

Chris was lost in confusion. Completely mindfucked. As if Jung-ho had reached into his mind and scrambled it up. Chris’ skin slowly began to lose it’s whiteness. It began to change in colour. Changing until it slowly began to look more... Asian. Chris’ face began to shift. Losing all of it’s blemishes. Becoming so beautifully smooth. So beautifully hairless. He looked so perfect. His harsh features lost their definition, becoming more round. His face now looked anything but American. It was clear that Chris was being erased. Chris was slowly becoming... Sang-hoon.

“Now start working out, Sang-hoon. Those big Asian muscles of yours aren’t gonna grow themselves”

Sang-hoon began violetly lifting his weights. Each lift causing his mind to slowly evaporate. All memories of his American background. Gone. Memories of growing up in California. Gone. Memories of his dating busty American girls were replaced with memories of being ravenously fucked by Asian men. Memories of bullying gay men were replaced with experiences of having big thick Asian cocks buried deep inside his fuckable ass. Memories of speaking fluent English. All gone. Sang-hoon only spoke broken English. He loved speaking Korean so much, why would he bother learning any other language. Chris started panicking as his American identity was quickly being erased.

“Please Jung-ho. I’m sorry for what I said.” Chris now spoke in a thick Korean accent. “Please, change me back”

“How about this... if you can look at yourself naked in the mirror without cumming, I’ll give you your boring American mind and body back. Deal?”

Jung-ho stripped Chris’ new big Asian body. His big sensitive nipples on full display. His perky fuckable bottom on show for everyone to see. Jung-ho then covered Chris’ eyes and led him over to the mirror.

“Are you ready?” Jung-ho deviously smiled. “Remember, no cumming”

And with that, Jung-ho took his hands away from Chris’ eyes letting him see the big Asian muscle man he’d become. Chris’ cock got hard at the sight of his own body. His big muscular Asian body. His perky fuckable breasts. His sensitive nipples. His big Asian cock. It could almost make him.... no... he had to resist. Chris’ Asian cock was rock hard. Ready to shoot his entire American personality out the tip of his Asian penis. But Chris was able to resist.

“I did it! I didn’t cum!” Chris celebrated. “You have to give me my body ba- OHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK”

And with that, Jung-ho shoved his massive 9 inch Asian cock into Chris’ perky fuckable Asian bottom. Jung-ho buried his cock deep inside Chris’ ass. Jamming his fat cock against the man’s prostate until he... he just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“OHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK. I’M CUMMING. NO! I’M CUMMING. IT.... I... 기분이 너무 좋아.”

Sang-hoon ejaculated all over the mirror, cumming out what was left of Chris. Cumming out all of his English. Chris’ entire existance was ejaculated straight out of Sang-hoon’s cock. Chris was now Sang-hoon, a big muscular Korean bodybuilder.

“That’s a good boy. Now give your boyfriend a kiss” Jung-ho smiled at his new Asian creation.

Sang-hoon happily complied.

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And so, Sang-hoon and Jung-ho lived happily ever after. The two boyfriends moved back to South-Korea after Sang-hoon’s constant insisting. America was nothing compared to South-Korea. The two Asian hunks moved to their favourite city, Seoul.

Sang-hoon stood out on the balcony of him and Jung-ho’s high-rise apartment. He looked out at Seoul’s skyline. A warm feeling rushed through his muscular body. Sang-hoon let out a warm-hearted sigh.

There’s no place like home.

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“Avengers Disassembled”

Part 2 - Thunder

Brad munched on the his chips by the lakeside. The cool autumn air blew across the waters surface, scattering light in all direction. He didn’t mind the cold all that much, but he had been waiting here for well over four hours now and a chill had set in.

Brad had been trying to understand the power that he had been gifted. It was interesting how when he altered reality, the world shifted to make a new life for the person he had changed, but didn’t erase the other persons existence from history. Take Captain America for example. Brad had done the world a favor and turned that overly patriotic hero into a college himbo. Everyone now had memories of captain, or Carlos now as a flirtatious jock who was eager to show off his body to any dude who looked his way. But the old captain Americas identity still existed, and the avengers and the world were desperately trying to locate the former super soldier.

Brad shrugged, crumpling up his chip bag. Magic was pretty freaking weird. It had been very difficult getting a private message to the god of thunder without alerting the other avengers. It had taken rigging together a HAM radio, a NMR machine, and a Samsung Phone to send a decent broadcast into space. (Thank god for the weirdos on Asgardin Reddit.) He’d sent a message as a concerned citizen mentioning how he had seen something that looked similar captain americas shield discarded at the bottom of the lake. He had banked on the brash avenger not taking time to question why the hell someone would sent that message to Asgard and not say the police? The sky began to swirl and darken above brad. He nodded, crumpling up his chip bag. Looks like his work at paid off.

Thor descended from the sky In a multicolored blast of light that charred the reeds and the blue grass below. Brad stood up and rolled his eyes. Destroying the natural scenery, yet another reason the avengers were hella annoying. He put on his best concerned citizen face as the Asgardian prince strutted forward with a determined glint in his eye.

“You must be the mortal child who raised the alarm!” He said pointing at Brad. Brad clutched his hands together ,

“Yeah man! Dude thank goodness youre here! I was worried that you wouldn’t show up.”

Thor almost seemed to strike a majestic pose as he replied with a sincere smile, “I may be busy running a kingdom but I’m always happy to assist midgardians like yourself. Now if you could bring me to the man who you know as “Captain America” I would be grateful.” The mans voice reverberated over the lakeside.

Brad dropped his hands and smirked.

“Well Thor… There’s actually been a slight miscommunication man… I know where the captain is, in fact he wont stop texting me work out pics. I actually brought you here for a different reason.”

Thor frowned and lowered his brow. His hands tightening on his hammer.

“What do you mean Mortal? I came here to help a friend.” He looked brad up and down gauging his abilities. “ you should know that if this is some sort of trap, I’ve faced down mightier enemies than you child.” Brad shook his head. He was getting decently fed up of being put down by these hero’s. He could be a threat if he wanted to.

“What I mean man, is that I brought you here so I could help you. I know you’ve been through quite a few losses lately and I thought I could do both you and I a favor.” Brad said

Thors scowl deepened and he began to march forward.

“Listen well child, I do not take kindly to having my time wasted and my personal life shared,” a spark or electricity shot from his finger tips, “Either tell me where I can find the captain or I will start using this hammer as more than an accessory and I-“

*Snap*

Brad didn’t care to hear the rest of the hero’s speech and let a flash of light envelope him. Thor stopped mid step with a shocked look on his face. The world began blurring around the both of them. Same old, same old thought brad, enjoying the process before him.

Thors armor began to ripple and melt together as the changes began. His hammer dropped to the shifting ground and after trembling for a moment, dissolved into the floor. The once impressive chest plate he wore began to shrink down, changing material until it was a simple cotton, hugging his impressive body. His cape began to disappear in fragments, leaving behind faint red smoke.

Brad was both interested and concerned for a moment as he saw the god of thunders eyes glowing bright blue, almost as if he was resisting the changes. Brad squirmed, unsure of what he would even do if Thor somehow over powered him. Did Thor have magic powers or something? He wasn’t sure…He was grateful when the asgaridans glowing eyes fizzled out and a blank expression appeared on his face.

More and more of Thors clothing melted away, revealing his godly body. When his bare chest was finally exposed his skin began to darken. As every part of his former identity was stripped away, Thors body began to soften. Impressive muscles used for war and battle shifted into a physique built simply for looks and instagram likes. He shrunk down, losing 10 centimeters of height. His skin turned a rich dark brown, and the slight stubble on his chin became jet black.

Thors long, golden, gorgeous hair slowly retracted back into his head, the last bit evaporating away entirely, leaving a short buzz of thick black hair. Thors leg armor glided upwards, leaving behind smooth, bulging calf’s and thighs. The material shifted into a thin spandex, that reshaped into a low rising speedo. Thors butt ballooned outwards into to large globes of muscle; that almost overfilled his new underwear. His posture shifted as well, his impressive ass now being flaunted our while still displaying his impressive chest. Brad smiled again as the front of the speedo filled in to impressive proportions. Honestly he was doing Thor more of a favor than anything.

Brad eyed up his handiwork as the world started to come back into focus. No one would recognize the man before him as the former god of thunder. Thor was nothing more than eye candy. A man who was made to workout, fuck, and be loved by other men. The temperature of the air warmed and the world snapped back into focus. Brad blinked against the sunlight, the two men now stood at the side of a pool.

Thor, or Theo now looked into brads eyes. They now stood roughly the same height so it was easier for the new man to saunter forward and place a hand around brads waist.

“Hey baby,” Theo said in a deep lush voice. Before Brad could question much about the new reality he had created, Theo leaned forward locked his soft lips into a deep kiss. Brad gasped as Theo explored the inside of his mouth with tongue. Brad found his own arms wrapping around Theo as the two shared a passionate moment. Brad couldn’t believe how amazing his life was as he squeezed the former superhero’s huge bubble butt. Theo separated and grinned, biting his lip.

“Hey how about you go get changed into your swim suit so we can spend some quality time together yeah?” He reached forward and groped brads bulge through his jeans. Brad blushed and winked at the former god of thunder.

“Sure thing Theo”

With that turned and started heading for what looked like a Miami condo, he found himself incredibly excited to explore this new aspect of reality. Thor was better off this way. No cares, worries, or responsibilities. Brad glanced back at the new man, who was now chatting and posing for other pool goers. Brad quickened his pace to find a swimsuit, excited to find a swimsuit. Maybe the other avengers would have to wait…

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Id say he’s been eatin a little too good these days… he calls it a dirty bulk, that his growing muscles need much fuel. Yeah sure, its a miracle that he can even get his clothes on, especially getting his pants over his fat growing butt.

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