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clarkpb01

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Goodbye Stepdad, Hello Boyfriend!

The birds chirp away in the midday sun as 23 year old Jack, stands frozen, his eyes wide with shock. Before him stands his boyfriend Liam, now inhabiting the muscular frame of Jack’s homophobic stepdad, Jarred. Jarred’s broad chest heaves under the unbuttoned flannel, his rugged features softened by Liam’s familiar grin. Jack’s voice trembles as he stammers,

“Liam? Is that really you in… him?”

Liam steps closer, his new hands flexing instinctively, the biceps bulging under the skin as he runs them over Jarred’s firm pecs.

“Yeah, babe, it’s me,” he says, his voice a warm blend of Jarred’s gravelly tone and his own affection. “I found this pendant, some old magic, and used it to take over this body. Trust me, Jack, it’s perfect for us.”

Jack shakes his head, stepping back toward the garage. “Perfect? That’s my stepdad, Liam! This is… wrong. How can you even…”

Liam cuts him off, closing the distance, his hands sliding down to grip Jarred’s thick lats, stretching them wide with a creak.

“Hear me out,” he insists, turning to catch his reflection in the truck’s side mirror. “Look at this chest—rock-hard pecs, built like a tank. I can hold you so much better now.” He flexes his arms, the muscles popping, and grins. “These biceps? They’re strong enough to lift you off your feet, babe. No more of that scrawny Jarred attitude, just me, loving you with this power.”

Jack hesitates, his gaze flickering to the pendant, then back to Liam’s transformed form. “But his face, his voice… it’s creepy, Liam. How do I get past that?”

Liam chuckles, peeling off the flannel to reveal the chiseled abs, his fingers tracing the ridges with pride.

“I know it’s a shock, but feel this torso, tight and sculpted, perfect for your hands to explore. And this V-line?” He slides his hands down to his hips, shaking them side to side in a manner that looks rather goofy for the mature man.

“It’s all about us now. Jarred’s mind is locked away—gone is the hate. This body’s mine to reshape, and I’m making it a host for our love.”

Jack’s brow furrows, but curiosity tugs at him as Liam tugs down the jeans slightly, revealing the muscular thighs. “This strength…it’s unreal,” Liam continues, squeezing the firm flesh. “I can carry you, protect you, show you a passion he never could. And this ass?” He turns, giving it a playful smack against the truck, the muscle bouncing slightly. “Plump and perfect! made for you to grab onto.”

Jack’s resistance wavers, his eyes lingering on the body his boyfriend now inhabits. “What about… down there?” he asks hesitantly.

Liam grins wickedly, stepping closer to wrap Jarred’s hand around the heavy, pulsing length now his, stroking it slowly. “Oh, this cock’s a champ! Thick, ready, and all for you,” he purrs, a groan escaping his lips. “It’s better than ever, babe. This body’s a perfect host because it’s got the power to love you the way I always wanted, unrestricted, unjudged.”

Jack swallows hard, stepping forward as Liam pulls him into an embrace against the truck, the hard pecs pressing against him. “I can feel it… you’re still you,” Jack murmurs, his hands tentatively exploring the taut abs. “But how do we explain this?”

Liam nuzzles closer, his hands roaming Jack’s back. “We don’t need to explain to anyone. The pendant’s locked Jarred away, his hate’s gone. This hunk is ours now. Feel these muscles, this heat, it’s all for us to enjoy.” He flexes again, guiding Jack’s hands to the carved ridges. “Tell me this isn’t the perfect host for our love.”

Jack hesitates, then smiles, his fingers tracing the V-line. “Okay… maybe you’re right. It’s weird, but… it feels right with you in there.”

Liam laughs, pulling Jack tighter against the truck. “That’s my man. Let’s make this hunk of spunk ours, every inch of it.”

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And for my next trick, I'll make your clothes disappear!

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Arman Chaharom I

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Three days to midsummer: Day one

Hey, feeling lost? If you haven't already, maybe you should read the prologue first!

For the last half hour, Jörgen had been walking up and down his apartment, his mind racing. Everything that has happened seemed more like a dream than reality, but yet, there was undeniable proof his encounter with the fairy prince was real. The bracelets, for one. The subtle changes in his body. And... and his orientation.

That was perhaps the most confusing experience. Of course, living in Sweden, Jörgen didn't have the slightest problem with gay folks and had always shaken his head when he had heard about some backwater societies where homosexuality was anything but fully accepted. But it was never a thing that affected him. He was comfortably straight, or at least, he used to be, until this night.

It even sounded wrong. You don't just stop being straight. That was just as ridiculous as 'conversion therapy' or whatever the nut jobs in other parts of the world called their efforts to 'fix' gays. No, the whole idea of 'turning' somebody gay was just as ridiculous and...

And yet, here he was, sporting a boner every time his thoughts strayed to some hot, manly guy. Female assets, on the other hand, did nothing for him anymore. There was no scientific explanation; everything else might have been explainable in some way, but not this. The fairy prince had used magic on him, real and violating magic. And if he didn't play Zephir's game, there was no telling what else he would do to him.

No, he didn't have a choice. Better trying to find a gay 'soulmate' in three days than ending up at the mercy of the perverted fairy. And if his dream was any indication, the club he had been dancing in was a place he might find one.

There was only the question of 'how'. Jörgen had never considered himself good at flirting with women, let alone men. What was he supposed to say? 'Hey, nice muscles?' or 'I like your bulge, let's date.'? It was all so confusing and wrong and... hot.

The only upside was that the club probably wouldn't open until the evening, so he still had time to prepare. Perhaps he should buy new clothes? Look up some gay pickup lines on the internet? And he had to figure out where exactly this club was. Was it even open tonight? It was Wednesday!

"Fuck!" Jörgen muttered. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't fair. But he had no choice, so he got to his computer and opened the browser to browse the clubs in his vicinity...

One good thing was that it was pride month, so there were plenty of events, some even on weekdays. Now he only had to find the right one. However, browsing the marketing photos had a rather unexpected side effect: Jörgen was quickly distracted by all the hot, sweaty, muscular guys dancing and grinding against each other, and it didn't take long for his boner to return with a vengeance. In a daze, he pushed his laptop to the side and started stroking his dick absentmindedly. Fuck, how could he be so horny? Was that part of the fairy prince's curse? Didn't he say something about 'always horny'?

A moan escaped his throat, and his hand moved quicker, up and down the needy length of his cock. It was just a few minutes before he shot a huge load all over his keyboard, and he fell back into the cushions, gasping for air. Fuck. This had been intense. But perhaps now, he could concentrate on solving this mess...

Post-nut-clarity didn't last as long, however, and the jerk wasn't the last one this day. In the end, it took until the evening to find the club he was searching for and — thankfully — there was an event this night. He didn't manage to go shopping or think about what he would say, but he had to try, regardless. He would need to take a shower first, though. Dried up cum was not only filling a small mountain of Kleenex but also stuck to his sweaty body, matting his chest hair. As he walked to the bathroom, he caught his reflection in the mirror. The changes were more obvious now. His muscles were more pronounced, especially his biceps, and his pecs had grown in size. At the same time, his body hair, particularly the thick hair on his chest, had grown in mass, and the outline of his cock was visibly bigger and more prominent in his underwear. If he was being honest, he would have probably chosen those changes voluntarily if he had been given the chance, but the way it was being forced upon him now was unsettling. Still, he had to admit; he looked good.

After cleaning himself thoroughly, it was hard to find fitting clothes, but he reckoned that might not even be necessary for where he was going. So, he settled on an old, worn pair of jeans that hugged his crotch and ass rather tightly, and a sleeveless shirt showing off his arms and part of his chest hair. Damn, he was almost getting a boner looking at himself in the mirror. He briefly considered jerking off one last time, but decided against that. He didn't want to make another mess, and he really had to go now.

The club was only a short bus ride away and looked like any other, and yet Jörgen felt nervous. He was about to enter a gay club for the first time in his life, and he didn't even know what to expect. He paid the entrance fee and stepped in. It was dark and loud and hot, and the bass was pumping and...

It was just like in his dream. The dance floor was filled with guys of different ages and ethnicities and builds, but all of them were moving to the rhythm, grinding their bodies against each other. He gulped. This was a lot to take in. How was he supposed to find 'true love' in a place like this? All of a sudden, the idea seemed ridiculous, but he couldn't help it. He had to try.

Hesitatingly, he entered the dance floor and started moving to the beat — rather clumsily, at least in his own eyes. His eyes darted around, but he was quickly overwhelmed by what he saw — or rather, what he didn't see. With the general darkness and the flashing lights, he had no chance to properly look at anyone who wasn't dancing in his direct vicinity and it was way too loud to start a conversation. The combined smell of hundreds of guys sweating, mixed with a bouquet of different colognes, made him dizzy and the constant touching and grinding made his cock swell and his mind cloud. This was a place made for sex, and everything was telling his body to give in. It was a struggle, but somehow, Jörgen managed to keep some kind of clear thought and he realized, if he wanted to have any chance, he had to look elsewhere. Summoning all his willpower, he left the dance floor again and made his way to the bar. There, at least, the lighting was better.

And then he saw him. Standing at the bar, appearing somewhat lost and clutching a drink, was a young man, perhaps the same age as Jörgen. He looked clean cut, with a stylish haircut and a buttoned-up shirt. The stranger watched the crowd with a mixture of interest and fear, oozing insecurity like a lost puppy. He was cute and triggered something in Jörgen that went beyond the sexual needs he had experienced up to this point. This was the guy, this was the man who could save him. He was sure of it. And he had to approach him.

"Hey, nice party, huh?" he shouted over the noise and the young man jumped, apparently startled, and spilled some of his drink. He gave him an insecure smile, and Jörgen was immediately smitten.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Jörgen."

He still had to shout to communicate and when the other man answered, he had to lean in to understand.

"Um, hi. I'm Patrik..."

"Nice to meet you. What are you drinking? Can I buy you another one?"

He had no idea what he was doing. Was that how people were flirting in a club? Patrik nodded shyly and held up his glass. Luckily, Patrik seemed easy to talk to, and besides the loud music, it didn't take too long to get them both to loosen up a bit. He told Jörgen that he was here for the first time and his friends had left him standing at the bar, but they were not the type of guys he was usually looking for. When Jörgen asked what it was he was looking for, he just blushed, which put a smile on Jörgen's face without him trying.

"Hey, do you want to go outside? It's pretty hot in here, and, honestly, my voice is getting hoarse."

Patrik nodded enthusiastically, and they went outside to smelly side alleys. But at least it was way quieter and cooler here and they could continue their conversation at a normal volume.

"So, tell me something about yourself, Patrik. What do you like to do?"

At this point, Jörgen was already sure that — by an incredible streak of luck — he had one. If he had to be gay, Patrik seemed like the perfect guy for him, and the warm, fluttery feeling in his stomach seemed to agree. It was even more surprising when Patrik suddenly froze. At first, he thought it was something he said, but then he realized Patrik was not just not responding. He was literally frozen, not moving the slightest bit, not even breathing. Confused, Jörgen looked around. Everything seemed to be frozen. The noises from the street were muted, the music and bass vibrations from the club had ceased, and even the neon lights were standing still. The only thing moving was him and...

"Well, well, well. I see you have been busy, Jörgen. Good for you."

The voice came from behind him, and when Jörgen spun around, he saw the fairy prince leaning against the wall, still putting his beautiful body on display without shame.

"What... what are you doing here?" Confusion mixed with anger and fear.

"Well, I told you, I would be watching. He looks cute. What's his name?"

"It's Patrik. And he's a really nice guy. You know, maybe if you weren't such an asshole, you could find a nice guy too instead of ruining other people's lives."

Jörgen hadn't intended to attack Zephir like that, but he *was* really pissed. He had just met someone who seemed to be able to stop this madness, and now the fairy prince appeared out of nowhere and was... up to something. Jörgen knew it.

But instead of being angry, Zephir only chuckled, letting his gaze wander across Jörgen's changed body.

"An asshole, huh? Strong words, especially for someone in your position. But I do like your honesty, and I assure you, I have no ill intend. But..."

The fairy prince circled around the frozen Patrik.

"Patrik here, on the other hand. He seems cute, and innocent, and all insecure on the outside. But do you know what's on the inside? Do you want to know how he would really like to be?"

A mischievous glint had entered Zephir's eyes and Jörgen knew fairly well the question was rhetorical.

"No! I know him already. He's a good person. You have no right to —"

He didn't get further as the fairy prince simply snapped his fingers, and a cloud of sparkles surrounded Patrik.

"Have fun, Jörgen." he chuckled and then he vanished, just like that. The moment the fairy prince left, Patrik unfroze and blinked, as if he was trying to figure out what had just happened, and then, slowly, a shy grin crept on his face.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

But Jörgen couldn't focus on what Patrik said. Instead, he watched in horror as the other man rapidly changed in front of his eyes. The first thing to happen was that his face became more defined and pronounced, his jawline becoming stronger, his nose bigger. Dense body hair was growing in, darkening to an almost jet black, the same color as his new mustache. While his muscles swelled as if balloons, his clothes morphed into something else entirely. Where before Patrik had been well-dressed in a button-up shirt, he now wore a leather jacket with nothing underneath, giving everyone a good look on his defined chest and abs. Likewise, his jeans became shining black leather and military style boots formed around his feet. His hair receded into a short military cut and his gaze became cold and gray. His entire posture shifted as he grew a few centimeters and when he crossed his muscular arms, bulging biceps popped out menacingly. They were not the only thing bulging, however, as Jörgen quickly found.

"I said: What were you saying?"

Even his voice was different now, menacing and gravelly, allowing for no argument, and Jörgen gulped. In front of him was not the cute and shy guy anymore, but an alpha male that could easily break his spine in half.

"Uh... Nothing. Listen, Patrik, I'm..."

"The name is Sarge. And I don't remember allowing you to speak, bitch."

He smirked and walked forward, making Jörgen instinctively take a step back.

"Now, why don't you get on your knees and show me what else that mouth of yours can be used for? And if you do a good job, I'll show you how a real man fucks afterwards."

Jörgen gulped. This wasn't what he wanted. But Sarge's voice had a strange quality to it that made it hard to resist, and the changes in his body made him very easy to obey, and...

Fuck, was he hard. It had been ages since he last jerked off, and the sheer presence of Sarge was intoxicating. Jörgen had no idea how it felt to get fucked, but if the outline in the leather trousers was anything to go by, Sarge was packing, and his own dick was throbbing in anticipation of being impaled by that massive meat. He couldn't help it any longer and sank to his knees until he was at eye level with the bulge. What had happened to Patrik, to the shy boy? What had the fairy done? Jörgen couldn't care less at that moment. The smell coming from Sarge was overpowering and his hand moved to the leather as if by its own account, rubbing the massive dick until he felt Sarge grabbing his hair.

"Get sucking, bitch."

And Jörgen obeyed. In a daze, he found himself freeing the other man's impressive tool and giving the first blowjob of his life. And then, after Sarge had enough, he spun Jörgen around, pressing him with his face against the rough alley wall and fucked him right then and there. It hurt, but the pain was mixed with the most incredible pleasure he had ever experienced, causing Jörgen to cum against the concrete wall without even touching himself.

Sarge, who used to be Patrik, didn't linger afterwards, and with a clap on Jörgen's ass, disappeared without a word. Jörgen, however, was left in the alley, alone, confused and with a cum-stained shirt. Was this really what Patrik had wanted? Or what Zephir had wanted him to be? The thought haunted him, and realization set in as well. Patrik was gone, and with him the chance of finding love tonight. It was late, and the best Jörgen could hope for going back into the club was another fuck. The latter perspective was tempting, but he pulled himself together. No, he had to go home. Perhaps tomorrow, he would have a better idea on what to do.

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“Gosh this body feels so good…” I said as I checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. I played with my hairy pecs and enjoyed how manly I now felt. I looked just like Mr. Lane, the hottest wrestling coach I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. I have had such a crush on him for years now so imagine my shock when I woke up in his bed this morning. Luckily he’s not married so I get this amazing body all to myself. I have like 10 missed calls from my old phone number and I have no plans on answering it anytime soon. I am gonna enjoy the hell out of this body!

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Kevin McDonald I

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Hopped Jock

You like what you see? I did too, that’s why I took it for myself. You see, this isn’t actually my body, I stole it.

I’m a body hopper, which basically means I can jump into peoples bodies and take control.

I’ve been alive for many many years now all because I jump into hot guys, like the one you see above, and live out the rest of their lives until I find someone else.

I quite like my new host, don’t you? Young, lean, muscular, and you should see what he’s packing downstairs!

No seriously, wanna see?

I might even fuck you with it if you’re lucky

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Kevin McDonald I

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Bouncer Muscle-@tfalpha88 made this stunning sequence of a nerd becoming a bouncer. Thought I would bring it to life.

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The Fountain Of Youth Speedo

Tony, a middle-aged man on vacation, receives a magical speedo that transforms his body and age, leading to unexpected adventures.

Tony, a middle-aged man, was on vacation trying to escape his mid-life crisis. He visited a swim shop and was handed a speedo to try on. With a shrug, he decided to give it a go.

In the changing room, Tony observed his dad bod in the mirror. He sighed, longing for his younger days. The shop owner saw him and complimented his look, insisting the speedo was on the house. Surprised, Tony took the gift and headed for the beach.

Feeling a bit self-conscious, Tony decided to test the waters alone. With a deep breath, he took the plunge into the cool, inviting ocean.

As he swam, something incredible began to happen. His muscles started to grow, his wrinkles began to fade, and he felt a surge of energy that he hadn't felt in years.

When he emerged from the water, he was no longer the middle-aged man with a dad bod. He was now a 25-year-old man with a body rippling with muscles and a youthful glow.

Shocked and elated, Tony marveled at his reflection in the water. The magical speedo had given him a second chance at youth.

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Hairier when he’s angry…

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"Goddamnit, I forgot it's Pride Month!

"Haaahh... oh man..." I groaned out as I stretched in this body I had been borrowing for the past few days. Didn't even know this guy's name, I just saw him at my local gay bar and quickly slithered inside him when he went into the restroom for a piss.

"Wha-AAAAHHH! Fuck!" he had screamed as my slimy, orange body slithered inside his dick. He had clutched the wall for support, body convulsing as he surrendered control to me. During the last few seconds of the possession, I could've sworn he was even moaning in pleasure from the sensation. What a perv...! Though, I could say the same for myself.

From there, the days passed by in a blur. I ended up using most of his paid time-off to just relax, masturbate, and play around with this thick, hairy body during this vacation I had stolen from him.

"What day is it even...?" I asked myself as I reached out for my host's phone. Even after several days, I still get a wild kick from just needing the facial recognition to unlock it. It felt as though I had truly dominated this pudgy fella.

My glee quickly turned to gloom as I saw the date. June 1st.

June.

The 1st.

Pride Month.

"The parades are gonna start soon!" I shouted. I shot up from the bed and quickly made my way to the door, completely forgetting that I was just wearing a pair of sexy yet revealing underwear.

Several of the neighbors walking down the halls of my host's apartment complex weren't pleased to see my half-naked body. Don't they know it's Pride? It's the one time of year we can all get together and appreciate the male form.

Well, I didn't feel like getting this adorable dude arrested, so I went back to get changed and actually grab his wallet and house keys.

I had plan to make up for lost time, and that involved getting to the airport.

~o~

When you're like me, the concept of money really ceases to have any value. That's not to say that I've gained any sort of personal enlightenment, it's simply that any cash I could want I simply take from a body that has some to spare. I'm not smart enough like other possessors to have any off-shore bank accounts, so I just get by through possessing people who are traveling to where I want to go.

And lucky for me, sitting by the terminal for New York was a hunk with restless leg syndrome just like all my other hosts.

I often had a hard time staying still, which is why I jumped from body to body so frequently, and train-of-thought to train-of-thought as well!

Ah, damn! While I was thinking fondly, he had gotten up to go to the restroom. There was my chance. I got up to my feet and followed him in, making sure to keep a fair amount of paces between us. Luckily, the bathroom was empty besides the two of us. Helped that so many flights around this wing of the airport had already departed.

While he went to one of the urinals, I slipped inside a stall and began to gather myself up in this host. I'd miss this fat cutie, but I needed to get to New York to enjoy all the pride festivals and the cuties that would be flying in.

But to give this body one last treat, I whipped out his cock and began to rub it as I began to lose all the various sensations I had come to love while being in this guy. "Nrgh, ah...haaaaah...!" My previous host let out a low, audible groan as my true form shot out of his dick and into the floor. I quickly slithered towards the hunk just as he shook the last drops of piss from his cock.

"The fuck?" It must've been providence, as his attention was briefly drawn to my old host's groans. With his distracted, I quickly slithered up his leg and shot myself into his dock. "Wha--AH. Fuck, fuck, ahhh!" Unlike my previous host, this one was a fighter. Leaning against the wall for support, he pulled on the last bits of my slimy body entering him, but he couldn't get a good enough grip. "N-No, g-get outta me...!" he whispered, eyes shut as both pain and pleasure washed over him. He gripped his head, teeth gritted as he lost all sensation.

Then, I relaxed my new face and took a look at my new form. "Niiice," I said as I flexed my new arms. However, I quickly slipped my dick back into my underwear and washed my hands. I couldn't risk missing my ride for some exploration. Besides, there'd be plenty of time for that once I got onto the plane.

New York, here I come! Hope nobody minds me borrowing them while I enjoy this year's pride!

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The enchanted paintings

Randy was quietly at home when suddenly he heard a knock at his door, without having the slightest idea of who it could be he got up to find out.

-Hello?" he said as he opened the door, but to his surprise there was nobody there. He felt a strange sensation and just before closing the door he looked at the floor and saw a package.

- “What could this be?”, but just as he picked it up he began to feel a strange sensation, something whispering to him to take that package inside his house, to which under that effect he took it inside.

He sat down on the sofa and opened it, there were three pictures of three people with majestic bodies.

Each one of them made him feel a strange but comforting sensation, but the one he felt that connection with the most was the brown-skinned man, who in a way he felt that he had a connection and similarity with him, checking the back he realized that the guy was a certain Brandon.

Without thinking he hung them on the walls, something was whispering to him what to do and he obediently followed those orders.

After that strange moment he continued with his daily routine, who was just going straight to the gym when the package happened, so he took his things and left, it seemed that nothing strange would happen after that, only that Brandon's painting began to produce a certain smell along with a not so visible haze.

Hours later Randy came back from the gym, he was tired of a productive day and he thought about spending a quiet night at home, but without knowing that his plans would change.

He entered his house and when he closed the door his nose perceived the smell that the painting had produced, Randy at the moment of realizing it began to feel dizzy but at the same time warm because it was not an ugly smell, rather something that gave him pleasure.

* “Come to me” whispered a voice directing him to Brandon's painting, each time he got closer he felt hornier, he was blinded by the sensation.

Already in front of the painting, he observed Brandon's majestic body, he longed for it so much and suddenly from the painting began to come out a green mist which was shooting straight to Randy's mouth and nose, he somehow realized what was happening, he wanted to fight, but the trance was too powerful, it had him dominated and forced him to accept all that greenish mist around him, after seeing that fighting was useless he accepted his destiny and began to feel hot when he felt it passing through his throat, filling his body.

As Randy accepted Brandon inside him, all the mist that the painting had produced moments before he would enter his house began to hover over his head and into his ears, the moment was so chaotic but at the same time so hot that Randy could never forget it, or maybe he could?

The last of the greenish mist had entered Randy's mouth to which he closed it along with his eyes, a silence filled the house as he stood still and quiet, suddenly he popped his neck and opened his eyes.

*Burrrrp!* as a bit of greenish mist came out of his mouth.

Randy didn't remember what had happened and was confused, he turned his gaze to the painting and saw that it was now empty and it was the moment where he would no longer be in control.

His body began to mold into a new one, his pecs were starting to grow, along with his biceps, thighs, legs and buttocks, abs were contorting giving way to new, defined abs.

The body began to grow helping her new changes look good as a whole.

Randy was already on the floor, he felt hot, confused without knowing what would happen to him and suddenly his face began to change, he was molding into a new one, but his changes were perfect because Brandon's face began to Manfertarse, he always knew that Randy would be the perfect victim for having those certain resemblances with him, he knew he was the chosen one and he was right because his facial features matched perfectly.

On the floor was no longer Randy, now it was Brandon in control of a new body, many years ago he had been trapped in those paintings with his 2 friends, he spent a long time locked up there and with the help of a person he had the opportunity to get to Randy's house and carry out his plan.

~ "Oh how good it feels to be in a physical body again *burrrrrrrrp*,

Don't worry my friends, very soon I will find the perfect victims for you, you will just have to wait for me to take my time to get used to this new body". He said as he flexed his pecs.

~ " and you Randy, my friend, you don't know what an honor this must be for you, you are now part of one of the greats hehehe, inside me you will always be horny and comfortable always and just the same you may be very useful to me very soon, but I will let you feel the glory for a long time, just let me add a little more facial hair while I flex some more".

Brandon was excited, he was going to enjoy his new body but tomorrow morning he would have to think about who could be the next victim, but maybe in that same night the perfect guy would appear....

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“It just doesn’t fit right,” I said rolling my neck.

“Well, did you check all the seals? I know it's a little uncomfortable, but it should begin to feel like a second skin.” my friend replied, now wearing the body suit of a total bear.

“I don't know man, it's just… tight and feels different”

“Here, let me massage the suit and hope it fits to you better”