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The Transfer Auction 1 - Vince

Once every month, late on the first Sunday evening, an auction would be held. But this was no ordinary auction. It was held at a secret location that only few knew about. Those people were either those that were extremely wealthy or those who were brought to the auction to ‘compete’. It took place in a rather large showroom with a huge luxurious stage at front. There were multiple rows of chairs seated before the stage, many of which were already filled by those eager for the show to start. As this was the men’s auction, naturally the entire crowd was made of rich men. The kind of rich you’d be able to sense at a single glance. High end tailored suits, designer clothes, expensive watches. The type of men that could spend thousands and hardly bat an eye. And yet, because of its unique and fascinating nature, this auction had drawn them all here. Because at this auction they could buy something they wouldn’t be able to buy anywhere else. So naturally when the lights dimmed, the crowd erupted with applause while a man made his way to the left side of the stage where the podium sat.

“Good evening everyone! My name is Gavin Alexander and I’ll be your host for the night!” He announced via the microphone.

“I can’t help but notice just how many of you there are so I suppose it’s only appropriate for me to say that this is a private event. AKA don’t be telling any poor folk about where we’re situated.” He laughed, getting a chuckle out of the small crowd. “But seriously, don’t. If we have to deal with the public then that means less fun for all of us!” He added, to which the audience murmured in agreement. “However, with that out of the way, let’s get this show started!” The crowd applauded once more as the stage lit up with spotlights, preparing for what was to come.

Moments later a group of ten men came onto stage, all in nothing but tight speedo and a number so that nothing was left to the imagination. The men varied slightly in age with the youngest looking around 20 years old and the oldest seeming to be in his 40’s. They also varied in height, appearance and race but the one thing that remained consistent throughout all ten men was that they were in great shape. Some of them were huge bodybuilder size, some were super lean with defined abs while others sat somewhere in between. Regardless, they were hunks to say the least.

The host walked over towards the first man in line. “As some of you may already know, this first group of men are our professionals. This means they’ll have a few guidelines which they’ll share with you as we proceed. After this our second group of men will be our criminal group who’ve been ordered to take part in addition to their sentences. As such these men don’t have the luxury of setting guidelines and so everything is up for grabs with them.” He stated clearly with a wide smile before making his way across the stage to the first hunk in line. “Now, to our first professional of the night, Mr Chase Adams! What are your terms?” He asked

“Well I’m cool with transferring muscle, body fat, hair and all that stuff. Only things that are off the table for me I’d say are genitals and anything to do with my face.” Chase listed off and as soon as he did the bidding began at around 400 grand. Many of the spectators eager to win a chance to ‘transfer’ with the well proportioned, fair skinned hunk. But one man in the crowd wasn’t the least bit interested in Chase.

Vince Hamlin. He wore a casual grey suit that hugged his lean form and honestly made him seem a little underdressed when compared to some of the other men in the audience. He was easily identifiable by his bald head while also keeping a nicely trimmed beard that framed his handsome looks perfectly. Vince sighed as he waited for the bidding of Chase to come to a close. The quicker they got to the sixth man in line, the better. Number six was only one Vince really had his eye on.

For the next half an hour or so Vince sat either on his phone or using his bidding paddle as a fan while he waited. Watched as the host defended down the line of hunks. The one after Chase was an asian man who had the face of a super model with an incredible swimmer's body. After him was another white dude who was the smallest of the bunch and prided himself on being so thin and lean. Vince couldn’t help noticing how more of the overweight men in the crowd began bidding once the guy mentioned body fat transferral was on the table. At last however he found himself sitting up a little straighter when the host finally approached the sixth man in line.

“Next up is Mr Darius Crawford and by the looks of it he’s our biggest man here tonight! But before we start fighting over him, what are your terms Mr Crawford?” He asked the hunk.

Just as the host had said, Darius was easily the largest contestant out of the group. He was huge all over with massive imposing muscles along with rich ebony skin and dark hair, not to mention being incredibly tall. Some of the gay men in the crowd were practically drooling at his mere presence, Vince included though he tried to hide it. “For me, the things that are off limits are my genitals, my race and my age in either direction. Besides that everything else is up for grabs.” He spoke with a deep, masculine tone into the mic before giving a thumbs up to the audience.

“You heard him folks!” The host said as he turned towards the audience again. “Now how about we start the bidding at… let’s say Six Hundred Grand? That sound fair Darius?” He turned back towards the bodybuilder who gave a satisfactory nod. “Six Hundred Grand it is!”

Right away people in the crowd began raising their paddles. 650K, 700K, 800K, 950K! The number kept rising and it was no surprise considering Darius seemed to be the grand prize of tonight’s professional selection. Just as the numbers were reaching the mid one millions however, Vince raised his paddle and shouted “Four Million!” There were a few glances in his direction, people slightly surprised at the sudden jump in bid.

“Going once!” The host beamed in Damian’s direction. “Going Twice!” He added. “Any more bid’s!? This is your last chance! Goin-” before he could finish he was interrupted by another bidder.

“Five Million!” Shouted a 60-something year old man.

“Seven Million!” Another one screamed with his paddle in the air.

“Twelve Million!!!” One more chimed in.

These bidders were persistent. More so than Vince had expected. Then again most of them are middle aged dudes with far too much money on their hands so he should’ve anticipated this. What he’d thought might’ve scared the other bidders off had only made them more desperate as the numbers only went into higher and higher millions. And so with a big sigh he threw his paddle up again and shouted “TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY MILLION!!!”

The host and the audience were stunned. “T-two hundred and fifty… million? I don’t think we’ve ever had a bid that high on one person before.” The host muttered before quickly trying to regain his composure. “Going once!” He began. “Going Twice! Any last competitor’s?!” There was a brief moment of silence and… nothing. “Sold! To the handsome gentleman in the grey suit!” He announced proudly with wonder in his voice.

Damian practically fell back into his seat, grateful that he didn’t have to increase his bid any higher. “Fuck this had better be worth it…” he grumbled to himself before resigning to sit through the remaining men on stage.

After that the bidding returned to normal. The host continued down the line of remaining hunks on the stage as each of them sold for a decent price around a million or so but none bothered to bid much higher. After all, everyone could tell Darius was the biggest prise to be won, literally, and Damian had already secured that bag. And so it wasn’t long before the tenth and final man in line was sold meaning the show could continue on to its next phase.

“Alright everyone! That’s all of our professionals tonight!” The host announced. “They’ll all be ready and waiting for those of you that one the bids but before that we have our second wave of men!” With that the professional made their way off stage to make room for the next group. Moments later ten more men were escorted on stage by the security. Like the professionals they were clad in nothing but speedos however, unlike the professionals, not all of them had huge sculpted physiques to show off. Two of them had decently impressive bodies but the rest varied. Some of them just looked average while a couple were slightly overweight. One of them was just a straight up bear with how huge and hairy he was. “Here we have tonight’s criminal selection! As previously mentioned these are men who’ve been ordered to be here by the court as part of their sentences which means anything is up for grabs!” It wasn’t surprising to Vince that this group had to be practically dragged on stage. There was no way in hell they wanted to be here but then again it was their own faults…

The bidding began with the host introducing the first criminal in line but Vince wasn’t the least bit interested. He’d already gotten what he came for so he pretty much just zoned out for the rest of the bidding. Most of the criminals had much lower starting bids than the professionals due to them not being in quite as peak physical condition. The two fittest men out of the group certainly had the highest bids to begin with them both starting at 100K. The bearish man however, though his starting bid was relatively low at around 40K, the audience got surprisingly competitive. In the end he was sold for a whopping Eight Million. Vince supposed some people in the crowd were quite eager to look a little more butch…

Eventually the tenth man of the criminal group was sold, much to Vince and every other winner’s delight. “And with that, the bidding part of tonight’s event comes to close!” The host stated. “Those of you who won the bids, please allow members of our staff to escort you to where you need to be. Everyone else feel free to help yourselves to the buffet. There’s plenty of food and drinks that are all on the house as a thank you from us for attending tonight!”

Vince got up from his chair and made his way over towards a group of staff with the other winners. The staff checked the numbers and each winner’s paddle to make sure everything was in order. Once that was taken care of they were led through a pair of double doors and down a long corridor with ten rooms on each side. Rooms 1A and 1B came first, on the left and right of the corridor respectively. The winner of the first professional bid was taken into 1A while the winner of the first criminal bid was taken into 1B. This pattern continued down the hallway with winners being taken into rooms that corresponded with whichever bid they’d won until they finally reached rooms 6A and 6B.

“Right this way sir.” One of the staff kindly ushered Vince towards 6A while the remaining winners continued down the hallway. Once inside he was shocked by the large futuristic looking machine that took up most of the room. It was a massive device that was connected to two chairs, both of which seemed to have some kind of helmet above them that was directly wired to the machine. He’d never seen anything quite like it… and they had at least twenty of these things?? It was only then that he finally noticed Darius, the gigantic hunk he’d won in the bid. He’d been sat patiently waiting since the professional bid ended and was eager to get up and greet Vince.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr…?” Darius began, holding out a large hand.

“Mr Hamlin. But you can just call me Vince.” The rich man responded before shaking Darius’s hand. “So I assume you’ve done this before?”

“Once yeah. A couple years ago.” Darius confirmed. “It didn’t hurt or anything. You just feel a bit weird for a while after as you try to adjust.” He explained rather nonchalantly. “And thank you by the way. I never imagined someone would bid that much for me. I know the organisers take 40% but that’s still one hundred and fifty million my way… I can’t thank you enough.”

Vince smirked as his eyes scanned over the hulking man’s form once again. “Your body is all the thanks I need.” He then turned his attention to the staff in the room with them. “So what’s next?” He asked. The staff explained that all they needed to do now was agree on what was being transferred. After that they just needed to get seated and the machine would do the rest.

“So what’s it gonna be?” The hunk prompted, taking a couple steps back to allow Vince a chance to take in everything that was up for offer.

“Your muscle. I want as much of it as you can give.” Vince didn’t hesitate for a second. He knew exactly what he wanted and who could blame him. Darius was a monster with how massive he was. “It’s always been a dream of mine to be huge like you. I’ve worked out a lot over the years but I’ve always struggled to put on any decent size. But now… suddenly it’s all possible.” Vince had to try and stop himself from salivating over the pure adonis before him. If he hadn’t been imagining having all that muscle for himself, he’d have been picturing himself fucking Darius’s huge muscle ass instead. If he didn’t have so much restraint he’d certainly have a boner right now.

Darius didn’t mind the lustful stares the other man was giving him. He wasn’t gay but, with how much this guy was paying him, he couldn’t really complain. “Yeah I figured you’d say that. I am pretty huge huh?” He gave one of arms a quick flex. “Was there anything else you had in mind?”

Vince thought about it for a second as he looked up at the giant before him. That’s when it hit. “How about some of your height as well? I’m 5’10 but I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be over 6 foot and you look like you’ve got plenty to spare.”

He wasn’t wrong. Last he’d checked Darius was about 6’5 and was usually one of, if not, *the* tallest man in a room. “Depends. How much you thinkin’?”

“How does 5 inches sound?”

Darius went back and forth in his head for a moment. 5 inches wasn’t too much right? He’d still be about 6 foot afterwards… “Alright, fine. 5 inches. But no more!” Darius put his foot down on that. He might’ve been getting paid a lot but he wasn’t about to drop down to 5’11 or below. He was a tall fucker and he wanted it to stay that way. Thankfully Vince seemed more than satisfied with that.

Just then some of the staff chimed in. “Alright so we’ve got 5 inches of height and as much muscle as can be safely transferred. Is there anything else you want to request, Mr Hamlin?” Some of them were already inputting settings into the machine regarding his previous requests.

Vince thought for a second. Tall and muscular, what more could he want? He was about to say that was all until his eyes nestled onto Darius’s bulge. “Well… I know on stage you said it was off limits but I was wondering…”

“Nope. Not happening.” Darius didn’t even need to hear the rest to know exactly what Vince was about to ask. “Sorry man. My girl doesn’t care how huge and buff I am but she loves my big dick. Can’t help you I’m afraid.”

For a moment Vince thought of offering Darius a little extra money in exchange but he could tell just by the look on the hunks face that it wasn’t going to happen. Or at least Darius wasn’t going to agree with it anyway. Luckily for Vince he had a backup plan… “Oh alright. Just muscle and height it is.” He waved his hands about a little before turning to the staff. “I suppose we’re ready now.”

Once all was decided both Darius and Vince were made to sign a few documents confirming that they both consented to the transfer and that Vince would pay his fee afterwards or would be reprimanded accordingly. And once that was taken care of, they were taken back over to the machine…

As the pair of them were getting strapped into the chairs however, Vince whispered to the man that was doing his chair. “Hey. I’ve got a deal for ya.” As quickly and quietly as possible, Vince proposed that he would give the man and his co-workers in the room a hefty amount of money if they agreed to transfer some of Darius dick size to him. The man gave him an awkward look for a second, his moral compass clearly being challenged, but soon enough he agreed.

Before long both Vince and Darius had the helmets placed on their heads, ready for the transfer. It took quite a while for the machine to actually boot up. Vince could only assume this was due to the staff members negotiating the deal he’d offered. He could only hope they’d make the right decision. Eventually there was a loud engine-like sound as the machine roared to life. For a moment Vince didn’t feel anything besides the buzzing of the huge device behind him so he was taken by surprise when a bolt of energy from the helmet came surging through his body. It was an almost indescribable feeling, as though he was being filled with electricity but instead of being frying him to a crisp it was energising him instead! It felt… exhilarating! So much so that he didn’t even realise the transfer was already taking place.

Slowly but surely Darius’s muscle mass began to decrease. His arms getting smaller, his huge chest deflating, his legs shrinking. With every second that passed he lost more and more size. All of that muscle he’d worked tirelessly to gain swiftly vanished along with all the strength that came along with it. All of it being converted into pure energy that was processed by the machine. Before long Darius was a far cry of his former self, looking thin lanky rather than imposing.

Of course all that energy had to go somewhere and that place was Vince. As soon as the machine had finished absorbing Darius’s muscle, it began pumping all of that energy into Vince’s body. He felt it immediately. A burgeoning power growing inside him. Gradually his body started to inflate with new muscle. His biceps and triceps expanding with newfound size as his back and chest started to broaden. Even his thighs and calves began to thicken significantly by the second. Before long ripping sounds could be heard coming from Vince’s suit.

His jacket was the first to give in as the sleeves started to tear under the pressure of his growing shoulders and biceps. The sound alone was music to his ears. Vince couldn’t actually see what was going on due to the helmet but the tearing of his clothes was a good indicator of how big he was getting! His upper body continued to broaden and expand, causing his jacket to pretty much explode apart at this point, revealing the already ripping shirt underneath which no doubt wouldn’t last long. But before it had the chance, his quads had the honour of bursting through his suit pants in all their glory, their sheer mass not wanting to be contained any longer. And not a moment later the top button on his pants came flying off as well as his hips and waist grew thicker. But not as thick as his ass. Vince’s once average butt ballooned to a colossal size, practically elevating him in his chair with its mass and giving him a nice round bubble butt just like Darius once had. Soon after he couldn’t help but let out a grunt as his chest heaved forwards, two massive pecs forming at last and being the final straw that caused his shirt to tear apart at last.

But of course just because Vince’s clothes were in tatters didn’t mean the growth was about to stop there. His body kept expanding, growing even larger with muscle. His thighs had grown so thick that it was impossible for them to not rub against one another. And that’s not to mention how ridiculously swole his upper body now looked. By the time the machine had finally run out of energy to pump into Vince’s body, his muscles looked engorged with unbelievable size and strength. No wonder since it was cramming all the muscle of a 6’5 man into 5’10 body. He was so swole now he’d hardly be able to move properly. But of course that had been accounted for and was about to change with the next transfer.

The machine returned its attention to Darius once again, sucking even more energy out of him. Only this time instead of taking his muscle, it was slowly shrinking his body in another way. His limbs and torso all diminished until his height had reduced its way down to 6 foot exactly. On the plus side for Darius, his body didn’t look quite lanky now as it had moments ago.

Of course once this was done the energy was once again redirected towards Vince. He felt the energy filling him once again, only this time it felt a little different. Instead of expanding, he felt himself stretching out instead! His arms and legs all grew longer as his height increased, finally coming to a haunt once Vince reached an impressive 6’3. Simultaneously the muscle he’d gained moments prior was now able to spread itself out a little bit better across his larger frame.

Now was the moment of truth. Had that bribe been enough to get Vince the last thing he wanted? There was silence for a moment as if the staff were still debating amongst themselves on what to do. For a second Vince was worried his little plan had failed. That is until the machine roared to life one more time…

“Hey uhhh… sorry you two but we just need to make sure there’s no ummm… imbalance between you two before we shut this thing down.” Said a voice over the speaker.

Darius was of course none the wiser but Vince knew exactly what that meant. Slowly and carefully so that he wouldn’t notice, the machine started sucking more energy out of Darius. Unbeknownst to the professional, his penis was gradually getting smaller until it had lost about 3 inches of its size. When the machine turned on Vince however, it made the transfer nice and fast. Within second he felt his cock inflate, going from an average 5 inch cock to an impressive 8 incher with some added girth to top it off. The rich, conniving man couldn’t help but grin maliciously.

A few minutes later the transfer machine was powered down properly before the staff returned to remove the helmets. As soon as they did, Vince looked down at himself in wonder. His body. It was everything he’d ever dreamed. Gigantic in every sense of the word with bulging muscle all over! He then glanced over at Darius who looked tiny in comparison. The intimidating bodybuilder he once was now replaced by an average skinny looking dude.

As soon as his restraints were removed, Vince tore away the remaining shreds of clothes leaving him in nothing but his dress shoes, socks and underwear. The latter of which was struggling against all hell to contain his cock and ass right now. But he wasn’t concerned about that right now. All he cared about was how fucking massive he was!

The very first thing Vince did was lift his hands up to grope his pecs, squeezing the muscle with pure wonder. They felt so soft yet when he tensed his pecs they became firm and hard. After that he bent forwards slightly and flexed both his arms together, feeling as they bulged with strength. His biceps looked like mountains on his arms as they peaked with insane size that not many would be able to match. And his lats… they were enormous! Even pushing his huge arms permanently out to the sides, giving him more of a natural alpha stance. It was incredible. He *felt* incredible!

Before Vince could continue exploring his god-like build however, one of the staff members stepped up carrying a pair of large black boxer briefs, some white joggers and a huge black t-shirt. “We figured you might want a change of clothes before you leave Mr Hamlin. We always have backups.”

The rich Adonis smirked before taking the clothes. “Thanks. I had such a one track mind towards getting this muscle that I hadn’t even considered my clothes.” He glanced down at the remains of his suit strewn across the floor. “Sorry about that by the way.”

“It’s no problem at all sir. We’ve found most people actually prefer keeping their clothes on during a muscle transfer so they can rip out of them anyway. We assumed that’s why you didn’t undress.”

Without another word, Vince pulled down his insanely tight underwear from before and kicked them onto the floor. The staff turned away but not before getting a glance at Vince's huge cock swinging free. It seemed that despite his self control, he was still rocking a semi. Of course the new hunk couldn’t help smirking at this, knowing full well his cock already looked bigger semi-erect right now than it did fully hard before. He didn’t dwell on it too much though. After all, Darius was still in the room. Instead he just pulled up the briefs and joggers he’d been offered, loving how despite their huge size, they still fit him perfectly. He did however decide to keep the t-shirt off for now. He wanted to savour this a little longer…

Meanwhile, as Vince marched over towards a mirror to admire himself further, Darius stood looking down at his thin lanky body. He hadn’t been this skinny since he was a teenager. The last time he did a muscle transfer, the other guy already had a decent but of muscle himself so the transfer wasn’t too crazy. But now? Lord knows how long it was gonna take him to put all that size back on. “Well… back to square one I guess.” He huffed, looking over at the rich white dude across the room who was now enjoying all his hard work. He couldn’t be mad. After all, he was getting an insane amount of money for this. But still. It just felt weird seeing himself like this.

The now miniature sized bodybuilder made his way over towards Vince who had now begun poses and flexing in the mirror, enamoured by his new reflection. Even watching as he pulled down the joggers for a second to get a look at how juicy his new muscle ass was and judging by Vince's reaction, he wasn’t disappointed. “Hey man. Lookin pretty swole! You’re happy with the transfer I take it?” Darius questioned, keeping a positive attitude.

Vince turned to face Darius with a cocky smirk. “Oh you have no idea. It feels even better than I could’ve imagined. Happy would be an understatement.” He confirmed, flexing again. He also couldn’t help but relish in the fact that he was now the one looking down at Darius thanks to the height transfer. “Thank you Darius. I promise you I’ll take good care of all this.” He vowed before extending a hand out.

“You better. I certainly didn’t sculpt all that muscle so a rich white guy could waste it away.” Darius half-joked as he clasped the other man’s hand and shook it firmly.

As they shook Vince couldn’t help but grin inwardly. Darius still hadn’t noticed the extra dick transfer he got the staff the throw in. Not that it mattered if he did because soon enough he’d get the staff to erase the info on the dick transfer from any of the transfer machine’s data logs. By the time Darius realises what’s happened, he’ll have no way to prove it as all the staff in the room will be sworn to secrecy with Vince’s money. It was slightly evil, he knew that. But how could Vince pass up the chance to fuck and dominate dudes not only with all this muscle but with an even longer and fatter cock too! Besides he needs bigger equipment to match his bigger body right!?

The staff then took some time to go over a few details with the men. Listing possible side effects and what to maybe expect post transfer such as headaches and mild nausea for the first 24 hours while their bodies adjust. Vince was hardly listening though, only focusing on how fucking jacked he was now. Once they were done with the formalities however, they said the pair of them were free to either leave or join the rest of the attendees at the buffet.

At last Vince slipped on his t-shirt, adoring how it clung desperately to his giant pecs while the sleeves struggled to hold his biceps. With that he made his way out to the buffet where some of the other winners were already being admired after their own transfers. There were a few others who’d buffed up considerably as well as a few that seemed to have gotten younger with an age transfer no doubt. He even saw the guy who’d bidded on the bearish criminal and sure enough he was covered in thick manly body hair now as he was proudly displaying through his slightly unbuttoned shirt. Not to mention the huge bushy beard he now adorned.

The moment someone noticed Vince however, everyone stopped and looked. His transformation was the most insane of them all and it was no surprise considering who he’d won on the bid. Within moments the attendees and other winners alike came over to ask him how it felt and what it was like. All of them seemingly blown away by his transferral. Of course Vince revelled in the attention and it was now easier than ever to pick out the other gay men from the crowd by the way some of them looked at him.

The rest of his evening was spent being admired and complimented on his new body. It gave Vince a sense of confidence and cockiness he’d never experienced before but he couldn’t deny how much he loved it. He was frequently asked to flex his biceps by the increasingly drunk attendee’s and some people had even asked him to pick them up off the ground to which he did with ease. He even learnt how to bounce his pecs to his and everyone else’s delight. One very drunk dude even made a comment about how he wanted to shove his face between Vince’s juicy pecs. A wish that Vince was happy to grant as he pulled the guy in for a hug and made sure to squish the dude's face between the two slabs of meat on his chest. After which Vince even gave the guy his number so they could maybe meet up another time when he wasn’t so drunk.

Eventually the night came to an end and everyone piled out of the event, eager to get home. On his drive home, Vince couldn’t help thinking about everything he was going to do now. Besides checking himself out every morning he was going to love the attention he was gonna get every time he walked into a room from now on. He was also going to have a ton of fun buying new clothes to fit his gigantic physique. Not to mention how empowering it was going to feel to be the biggest guy at the gym from now on as he works to maintain all this. And most of all he couldn’t wait to get some hot guys to worship all his muscle before he fucks their brains out. He already knew he’d be pounding the guy he gave his number to in the near future. Maybe he could get ahold of the dude that took the bear criminal’s hairiness as well. The dude had definitely been making eyes at him. He was already pretty good looking before but now with all that body hair he looked gorgeous. Vince couldn’t help Imagining how good those bearded lips would feel around his fat cock…

Regardless Vince knew that he was gonna have the time of his life being the muscle beast from now. He reached down and groped his now fully hard cock through his joggers, smiling as he felt a full 8 inches of thick man meat down there. Oh yeah he had A LOT of self worshiping to do when he got home.

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Generational Heft

Unnnngh... feels so GOOD getting this BIG... flexes bicep and kisses it Who's the alpha male now, son?

grunts, smirking Oh, but you… you’re lookin’ a little… deflated, huh? Those ‘godly’ pecs of yours? Kinda flat now, ain’t they?

And don’t get me started on that bulge. Used to need custom jocks to tame that beast you were packin’. Bet those briefs are hangin’ loose now, huh?

Mmm… speakin’ of that cock… leans in, voice low Guess where all that size went, son? grabs crotch, grinning Right here. Daddy’s packin’ a fuckin’ cannon now. Feels so heavy, so goddamn thick… every inch’s a reminder of what I TOOK from you.

flexes again, Oughhh...fuck, I’m gettin’ BIGGER every day. You feel that? That rush when I swell up? That’s YOUR size floodin’ into me. Your strength. Your manhood. Nature’s fixin’ things—sons don’t outshine their fathers. Not in muscle, not in—ughhhh...equipment.

Look at your face, kid. That mix of shock and… somethin’ else. You gettin’ hard watchin’ your old man becoming the man of the house? Gahahaha, God, I love this.

Go whip me up a shake, boy. We both know it's not really the protein doing the work here… it's you getting smaller so Daddy can get BIGGER."

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I don’t know why I got myself in this match, I agreed to this match. The winner takes all, we were the same size before yet he won instead of me.

Now I’m forced to watch him grow in size as I lose all of my muscles to him. It could have been me! He cheated! It’s unfair that he gains all my hard work.

Wait why is he starting to look more handsome? And he getting taller too? Wait he is seriously taking all I have. I cannot escape, his grip on my arm is too strong. To think it all could have been the other way around.

Let me go please you have taken enough already I begged, wait my voice is different. Such a high pitch. Too late little bro, I’m not stopping its winner takes all he says in the most powerful baritone voice ever. Sending shivers down my spine and butterflies in my stomach.

Just a little longer and all you are is a little twink, oh and do know you cannot bully me anymore about my average cock compared to your xxl monster he said. I’ll be enjoying this sooner than you think, cause damn boy you are a hot looking twink.

When I’m done I’ll be breeding you first, testing out this new cock and strength. So that’s it I guess, you seemed to be fully drained. Bent over and get ready .

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rescueheroboy19 · 11 days ago

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Spinoff: Mike from Promising Models

@vindictivenerdcels you did yours, I have mine. You can check the OG here by @thesuitaskin

As Giselle expertly licked and swallowed his shaft which triggered his devious grin as the hot bombshell model looked so funny with Mike's beer can cock stuffed her mouth full, he decided to check his continously buzzing phone.

The name Rory appeared on his screen, what's so urgent? he pondered to himself. Looking at the blonde sucking on his third leg and the video call request, Mike decided to pick up the call because bros always come before hoes after all

"Yo Mike, can you come to my room? I have absolutely the craziest shit I ever experienced this morning,"

"If it's about another tightest pussy you ever conquered, I'm not going there bro, I am......busy," Mike said with a wink, not really focused on Rory's distressed expression

"No, dude, it's not about that. There's a fucking faggy nerd all naked next to me on my bed this morning," Rory said with a frustrared expression as if holding out his anger

"Wait......what did you say?" Mike said a little bit surprised, his sudden position shift caused his cock to impale Giselle's throat even deeper

"There's this weird nerd that somehow ended up in my room, in my bed, all crouched and hidden inside my blanket this morning! Wait......why do your eyes glitch like that? Bro, is there someone giving you a BJ?"

"Nu uh bro, no one, I'm just busy watching some stuff sent by Georgina, hence the noise," Mike said as he stopped Giselle from moving her head, practically choking her with his veiny, gargantuan 8 inch monstrosity

"Oh okay, you long-distance freak. Anyway, I couldn't be that drunk to the point of picking up a dude, right? It was just 4 tequila," pondered Rory, oblivious to the gargling and choking noise coming out from Mike's background

"Dude, that's just hella FUUUCCKK--ed up. Let me see what I can do to help you, I'm c--CUMMINGG there, okay? Gimme 15," Mike replied, this time he maintained his facial expression despite releasing all of his morning load down Giselle's throat, the poor blondie gargled and choked by the amount of cum yet she cannot break herself free from the choking to the point the cum and her saliva mixed up and simply spluterred out like a sticky fountain that now covered Mike's pubes

"Thanks bro, damn, my head is so fucking dizzy. And fuck, beating the shit out of that nerd really drained me somehow, I'll nap for a while," Rory said as he turned off the call. Mike quickly released Giselle's head from his choking. She let out a sigh of relief as she gasped for breath with her mouth all messed up from the load Mike shot down her throat. If it's any other men, Giselle would be furious to be treated like she's a mere object for pleasure, but Mike is somehow an exception due to his charm and connection that would help any aspiring girls to a better career in this City of Angels. So, like a good blonde bimbo, she licked her lips and thanked Mike, laughing off the incident as something normal as she said

"Can't let a distressed friend feels like the focus is not on them, can't we?"

"You're such a smart lady, keep behaving like this and you'll go far around here, I can assure you,"

"Awww, thanks. Anyway, you need to get out? Can I stay here while you're out?"

"Of course not, I'm not trusting anyone with my apartment. I will clean myself first and by the time I walk out from the shower, you better be gone, understand?"

"Oh......okay,"

Inside his mind, Mike sneered at Giselle, what a basic bitch......thinking that she's all special just because she's holding herself down there, she's not even milking it better than that wimp Simon LOL, he thought to himself. Simon.......is that nerd causing all this? What didn't he reveal to me and Rory about that fucking pill? Mike internal monologue pondered again.

As he walked out from his bed with his slick cock flopping left and right, he strut to the shower to quickly clean himself. If what Rory described turned out to be true, it means that Jeff is out from controlling Rory's body, but how? Will that happen to him too? And why it happened in the first place? Plus, where's Jeff then? His mind is getting a bit more anxious under the shower, he quickly walk out after a quick clean-up to ensure that he's not smelling like sweat and fresh cum. The blondie already left the apartment per his order so he got the place all for himself

"Please don't let this be the final time I'm enjoying this room. Life will be hella sucks without you, bro," he murmured to himself while rubbing his cobblestone abs before putting on the closest piece he can find. It's a branded athleisure clothing that he and Rory developed way before his takeover, and it's one hell of a snug fit

"Fuck man, I will never be ready to leave this shit,"

As he grabbed his phone, a message from a weird number appeared on his phone

"Dude, I'm ejected from Rory! Are you doing okay? I'm heading out to Simon's to interrogate him,"

Is this Jeff? He thought to himself......Hopefully this is the second chat he sent after not getting any reply from Max's original number, it would be hella risky and irresponsible of him to just reveal their whole scheme all along, Mike murmured to himself. Just imagine if he's also ejected from Mike already and Jeff just texted this outlandish chat to the real Mike???? That would be a major catastrophe, or maybe Mike would just dismiss it as another bullshit? Anyway, believing in the logical rationale Jeff possessed, Mike replied

"Yeah, Rory freaked out about you, I'm coming down to his unit now. What are you planning to do with Simon?"

"I'm just gonna make him responsible for hooking us up with this shit. I cannot stand a single minute not inside Rory, dude! I'm addicted to be him and I'm blaming Simon wholeheartedly. I wish he has stock of those pills remaining or can tell us how to get it!"

"Update me then, I'll bring Rory right there if you find any leads," Mike replied as he closed off his phone and walk out from his apartment

For the past 3 months, both Max and Jeff immersed themselves fully to the kind of life the real Mike and Rory would enjoy.

Despite its lavish settings and seemingly differing events, their activity consisted of three general things. Booze, babes and business. In the morning, they will have their 90-120 minutes workout with sets of friends they linked through the fitness influencer industry. Sometimes, they have clients to attend to that they charged thousand of dollars per session as it involved another set of workout in the bedroom that can happen right at that very morning or simply scheduled for. This workout usually happened in LA, but it's not rare for them to fly to Dubai, Bali, Cancun, St. Barths, Turks and Caicos or wherever their heart pleases. Then, afterwards, they filled their schedule with "work" that consisted of supervising their video and photo editor or attending bunch of BS business meetings scheming up classes and programs for impressionable and lost young men or bunch of losers. Usually, it's accompanied with lunch paid by people that invited them for the meetings, those social climbers trying to wow the established LA influencer crowd like him and Rory or they simply paid for it using their own money that they will then reimburse as business expenses to the bunch of companies they fronted for. Before the sun sets, depending on the location, they usually lounged around the pool or the beach in the hotel where their client paid for their accomodation and it's impossible for them to not have at least two babes each by their side. The same girls would then usually joined them for dinner and the night out that followed, or if both of them are drained from their very busy social butterfly schedule, they would then head straight to their room where they would blow their loads inside the girls before repeating the whole cycle the very next day. Now, Mike is not very sure about the continuation of it all if all in a sudden, he can simply be ejected from Mike's body and forced to return to his pathetic, invisible life as Max Belmont the boring graphic designer that will probably lose his entire industry because tech bros keep funding AI graphic generator development.

"Mike, Mike, hey dude, sorry if I rambled too long, I'm just....."

"Oh---no, no, no, sorry bro, I'm just trying to remember what transpired last night and spot the moment if there were any when you interacted with a scrawny gay dude. He must be sticking out oddly, last night theme was literally "Babes & Bros" after all," Mike replied trying to hide the fact that he's been zoning out from the get go thinking of the lives he and "Rory" might lose if Jeff failed to find anything from Simon

"Yeah, that's what I've been trying to remember too. I literally have zero recollection of talking to that fag, and even if I talked to him, why the fuck I did that?"

"Okay, chill bro. No need to get all pent up again, maybe I should grab you some beers, you stock up any?"

"Yeah, maybe that will help. Just take out anything to be honest,"

Right as Mike excused himself to the kitchen, he received a short text from Jeff

"Bingo, quickly bring your ass here bro, and bring that meathead Rory too, the real one need to be in control once more,"

So, with a smirk while still hidden by the fridge door, he instinctively shouted

"What about a drive bro? We can use my Lambo, get your mind off from this shit,"

"That sounds perfect, let's fucking go!"

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Mike told Rory that rather than driving aimlessly, he actually needed to drop something that the girl he slept with earlier this morning left behind in his unit. Rory bought the story with no questions asked because why would Mike fool him at this or intended to harm him in the very first place? They are the closest of friends, he knows there's no way Mike would let anyone or anything to harm him. So, Rory remained oblivious all the way until they reached the front door of the apartment 2139 on the 21st floor. Not even before he managed to knock on the door, Mike all in a sudden put him on a chokehold from behind, taking the air out of his lungs and squeezing his arm to its maximum strength to ensure a total knockout. Too surprised by the sudden attack, the shorter Rory eventually found himself flailing around mid-air as his very own best friend seemingly tried to kill him through strangulation or asphyxiation. Rory's eyes turned even wilder when the door of the apartment slightly opened to reveal the same faggot that he bashed for waking up next to him. But before he can make any meaningful attempt to break free, Rory's vision turned dark as the last thing he witnessed is the gay dweeb crooked smile

---

"Where the fuck is that dweeb hiding it?" Mike said as he thrashed the entire living room and its shelvings, finding nothing worthwhile

"Yeah.....I can't find it still and I've checked all the drawer" Jeff said as he tiptoed around the scattered mess and also the passed out Rory's body

"Fucking stupid nerd! Why can't he just put it where it's visible??? Why makes shit so complicated?" Mike added angrily

There's several pathetic attempt to bust the bathroom door, yet it remain locked throughout the whole ordeal. Mike's just hyper-focused to the task at hand, he only realized that someone is inside the bathroom and can't escape

"Wait, you locked him inside there? HAHAHAH, fuck him!" Mike said as he continued his rampage, flipping over the sofa hoping to find a ledge or some hidden spaces marked by oddities in the floor paneling. While he's busy tracing the entire flooring, Jeff entered the bedroom and head straight to the drawer next to the bed. Inside the first drawer, Jeff finally reunited with the pills that caused all of the experience in the past few months, neatly separated into color-coordinated arrangement of reds, yellows, and blues. He counted 10 pills for each colors, which he then smuggled 2 for each into the pocket of his hoodie before shouting

"YO BRO! I FOUND THE SHIT! It's here in his bedside drawer!

Mike dragged Rory's limp body into the room as he marched inside. His eyes sparkled with mischievous delight when Jeff shows him all the pills.

"Can't wait to fuck around with my real mate again," Mike said as he tossed Rory's limp hand to the floor and let Jeff takes care of it

"Fuck, I remembered how Rory reacted to the tightening of his chest after that dweeb drugged him in the gym ages ago, and with what he said about these red and yellow pills, maybe I should just----" Jeff said as he squatted down next to Rory's passed out form and grabbed his face

"Wake up, fucker, wake up,"

Several attempt to wake him up eventually succeed when Rory's eyes fluttered, but then Jeff caused him to chin up before forcefully openimg Rory's mouth to drop all 3 different pills to the back of his throat. Acting differently from normal pills, it instantly dissolved upon contact with the tongue and Rory instantly trembled as the drug takes effect rightaway

"Yo......shit's quicker from last time,"

"Maybe it's the blue one,"

"Well damn if that's the case,"

Within a minute, Rory's body already back to its deflated form and that's when Jeff starts to undress the jacked stud and put him on like an overall. Mike observed Jeff squeezing into the much-bigger body with ease as Jeff expertly slide his legs to give some life to Rory's legs that hardened upon Jeff's body entering.

Then, a rather awkward sighting happened when Jeff full control over Rory's pelvic and cock caused Rory to spurt out cum all over the carpet of the bedroom. If Mike stood a bit more close, he would be in its shooting distance. Laughing it off and noticing the quick progress of his best friend, Mike stared at the container filled with all sort of pills. Taking a step closer to take a good look at it, he noticed a familiar logo that resembled a gaming company he knows that yet somehow emblazoned to this container. Alphaland. Hmmmm......something to ponder later on, he said to himself.

Rather than risking himself to experience the same thing as Jeff, he eventually decided to grab the blue pills out of the others and chugged it in instance. Like a cold breeze sweeping through, Mike instantly shivered as a differing sensation hit him internally. All this time, he always sensed like he simply peered into the real Mike's memory and used it for his benefit, but somehow, the blue pills caused him to feel more aligned, it feels like he belong here and really own the memory. It's not like he borrowed it, no, he owns that fucking cherished moment when he saw the first outline of his abs back when he was 13. The taste of his first alcohol. The first pussy he scored in Ibiza for his highschool graduation trip. The way he jerked himself off when he got that million-dollar funding for his business line he's been dreaming off. All the parties. All the workouts. All the lavish trip, all of them feels like truly his and not just him siphoning off the real Mike's memory. Yes he internalized so much that he's the real Mike all this month, but this is the first time that he feels like he truly belongs. It's like, if he needed to make an interpretation of it, the oversized crown finally fits well because he's now the real Mike through and through, no longer an impostor that steal access and control of the crown while siphoning off memories out of the real one. As he opened his eyes after internalizing the upgrade he experienced, Mike decided that there's no more need for them to keep the pills so he crushed all of it with his bare hands. Rory that just finished his whole takeover sequence stared at Mike with a knowing smirk, understanding the rationale why his best friend is doing that

"So that nerd doesn't have any silly idea,"

As Rory put on his soaked shorts, Mike is already one step ahead and walked out to the pounding bathroom. He moved the broom that jammed the door from the outside and kick it hard to surprise the panicking Simon

"Hey there, fucktard! I see that you are not tired screaming all this goddamn time. Do you still have anything else to scream about?" Mike said with an aggression that is quite unusual for him, "and ohh.....Jeff is not here anymore,"

"It feels fucking good to be back, dweeb. Great job in giving away your friend's once more. I'm starting to think, you actually love it when he's looking this good and decided to puppet the muscle stud that once ignored you to actually give a fuck by bullying you. No need to deny it, that little pecker of yours cannot lie," mocked Rory to the cowering Simon that looked at both men in fear, "just admit it, you purposefully let Jeff knows about the whole fucking pills and admitted that you still have its stash because you want that nerd to be able to control my body once more, right? Guess what, you fucking did it, and more," Rory said it with an intrigue to hint on the mental transformation he managed to unlock with the blue pill

"M---m---more?"

"Y---y---y, stop acting dumb! You know the blue pill, that shit is the apeshit! It makes us the real thing, y'know? You can fucking kill us right at this very moment and our ghost will be looking like the stud we are now! We're in so deep, we're the real ones now and all thanks to the blue pill. Now, what should we do to you to thank your sorry ass, dweeb?"

Both men stared at each other with a wide grin before deciding on to tied him to the sink and piss on poor Simon that failed to put up a fight whatsoever as both Mike and Rory easily stopped any silly attempt from Simon to fight back. Done with humiliating their former best friend, both leave the premise and head out to embrace the life as two bonafide hunk, inside and outside

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Epilogue:

Mike said to Rory that he needs to do some out-of-state business for the next few days, so Rory is all by himself for the weekend. He already finished his workout, working on his videos and editing his Masterclass content, so now he finds himself bored with nothing fun to do. Then, he remembered about the pills. He scoured through the internet once to really delve deeper about it and he found out through the remnant of the online forum he found in the wayback machine that while the red deflated your body, the yellow one actually functioned to suppress one's consciousness, making the drinker a zoned out drone or something. That's why combining the red and the yellow one actually helped for a more long-lasting control because you need to be mentally on-point to keep your hold over the body if you only chugged the red one. The blue one is the one that sealed the whole deal, ensuring total control as the invader fused into the puppet's psyche and well, he doesn't need it anymore since he's not planning to leave this life as Rory anytime soon. So, feeling a bit adventurous, Rory knocked on the door of the apartment next to him. The man opened the door and greeted him quite coldly in a heavy Balkan accent

"What do you want, pretty man?"

---

"Javier Guzman?"

"Yes? And who are you?

"My name's Mike Leatherwood. Well, it's actually Max Bloomfield, and I'm your biggest fan, Xander,"

Javier's eyes went wide after hearing that name as he stared at the smirking Mike. How the fuck this guy knows? His gaming channel was not even that big and he really separated that world to this other world of his. Could he be a follower?

"Alphaland huh.....quite a generic and meathead name but I know what it alluded to. The logo and all. Based on your reaction, I really hit the jackpot with that name. Well anyway, I'm here to propose a business venture, this guy's quite a handy busines operator if I may say, do you mind if I come in? I see that you're making quite a good life out of this whole thing,"

Javier simply smiled and let Mike walks into his house, maybe they will not work out right away from this meeting, but at least he knows that not only there's people out there that actually used his product to its full extent, they also know or at least manage to trace and link his disapperance with the way this meathead gymbro Javier suddenly has enough capital to built a business as big as this one. Game recognizes game, they said

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Adam and Mr Wavell

(Written for @transformee) (Original story posted September 27th 2021) This story has been significantly Updated!

It’d started like any other normal day for Adam. He got up out of bed. Got himself some breakfast. Headed out for work. The usual routine that he’d long since gotten used to. Being an engineer certainly wasn’t the worst job in the world. In fact Adam found it rather rewarding sometimes and the pay was decent enough. If anyone were to ask, Adam would say he was satisfied with his life. And that was half true. Sure he was content with the life he had now. He couldn’t exactly complain about having a stable job that allowed him to live somewhat comfortably. Yet despite that Adam always kinda wished his lifestyle was a tad bit… different.

Each and every day when Adam opened one of his social media’s, his feed would practically be flooded with men who were smoking hot and jacked as fuck. And most of these men pretty much got paid just for looking as incredible as they do. Whether that be as a personal trainer, model, an actor or even in porn! These men got paid to look sexy as fuck and show it off. It sounded like a dream!

In all honesty It was that sort of lifestyle Adam wished he would have strived for instead. He wasn't a bad looking dude by any means. He believed he was pretty handsome, just a little out of shape was all. Mostly due to how he was never able to really push himself into working out or dieting properly. And for the longest time Adam thought he was okay with that. Deep down however, part of him always wished he’d led the same lifestyle as those fit hunks he saw online.

Being in his thirties now Adam had started to believe that perhaps a lifestyle like that just wasn’t for him. Since then he’d tried to just make peace with the fact that he was just an average looking dude working a normal job. That was until he arrived home later that evening and everything changed.

Adam unlocked the front door before stepping into his home. Letting out a long sigh of relief as he closed it behind him.

“Home at last I see.”

Adam almost jumped out his skin as he whipped around to see a man sat in a chair across the room.

“W-WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?” Adam bellowed at the man in a panic. His brain was already cycling at a hundred miles a minute trying to think of the best course of action. Grab a weapon? Call the police? And yet while Adam was freaking out, the gentleman sitting in his house seemed completely unfazed.

With a smirk the man stood up from his seat, allowing Adam to get a better look at him. From what Adam could tell, the man looked to be in his early forties, late thirties at the youngest. He had short brown hair along with a nicely trimmed beard to match, the latter of which had a few flecks of silver running through it. As for his body, he looked to be just about 6 feet tall, if a tiny bit less. In terms of his build, the man seemed relatively lean with very little fat or muscle. As for his clothes, he wore a navy blue suit jacket over a white button up shirt along with a navy dotted tie. These were contrasted by a pair of tan khaki pants which were held firmly in place by a brown belt. Lastly his feet were clad in a fairly large pair of dark brown dress shoes along with a pair of black dress socks. An ordinary business casual look but this man seemed to be anything but ordinary.

(Original Version of Mr Wavell here)

“You don’t need to be afraid Adam. I’m here to help you.” The mysterious man claimed in a way that probably sounded more ominous than intended. Despite it he began to step towards Adam.

“N-no… how do you know my name? I don’t know you!” Adam panicked as he moved backwards to keep his distance until his back was against the front door. He was about to reach for the handle and run outside until suddenly… he felt calm? Safe even? It was as if all of his natural danger sense had turned themselves off in favor of wanting to trust the stranger before him.

“No you don’t know me. But I know you Adam. I’ve been watching you for a little while now. Looking into your mind. Reading your desires.” The suited stranger’s voice was oddly soothing, so much so that Adam hardly even noticed his eyes glowing deep purple for a moment. “You may refer to as Mr Wavell” He revealed, the very name sending shivers up Adam’s spine for reasons unknown. “And for what I’m doing here? Well… I’m just looking for entertainment I suppose.” Wavell shrugged nonchalantly.

He went on to explain that he had… abilities. Abilities that allowed him to do things thought to be impossible. Despite the inexplicable wave of calm and trust that’d washed him moments ago, Adam couldn’t bring his rational mind to believe the man. Afterall he was talking about having magical powers like some kind of wizard! But before Adam had a chance to protest, he found himself frozen in both wonder and fear as Mr Wavell began to float off the ground.

“I must reiterate that I’m here to help, not hurt you.” Wavell said, noting the bewildered look on Adam’s face. “I can give you any life that you desire. Allow you to become whoever you choose. What do you say?” He boldly claimed, floating down until he stood directly beside Adam, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Adam was still frozen stiff. Was he dreaming? Was this actually real??

“Oh come on. You know this is a privilege right? It’s not everyday that I actually reveal my physical self to the people I help.” Wavell said, leaning forwards with a small smirk. That of course only left more questions in Adam’s mind.

The mysterious man went on to explain in further detail what exactly he could do for Adam. He could alter reality to change Adam’s past choices in order to create a new and better present. He could transform Adam’s body right here on the spot into anything Adam desired. Muscle growth, increase of height, bigger dick? All things that Adam’s rational mind wouldn’t have believed to be possible had it not been for the obvious display of real magic he’d just witnessed. However there was one option that caught Adam’s ear. Stealing the life and body of someone else. As confused and scared as Adam was right now, he couldn’t help but be curious and even slightly aroused at the mere idea of it.

“O-okay…” Adam mumbled meekly. “I want your help…”

Wavell clapped his hands together with a large grin. “Perfect! Now there are many different ways I can do this.” He began, sounding almost a little too enthusiastic about it all. “I can switch your soul with another person. Your soul in their body and theirs in your body. I could transform you and this other person into one another. You transform into him and vice versa. You get it.” Wavell laid out the options as if he were about to have Adam choose one. “However I’ve already picked out another more interesting method for you. So all I want you to do is pick someone.”

Adam thought for a moment. If this was real then this could be one of the biggest decisions of his life. But surely there was some kind of monkey‘s paw right? “What’s the catch?” He asked, finally putting on a brave face.

The magical imbued stranger raised an eyebrow to Adam. “There isn’t one. You don’t owe me a thing. Honestly!” Wavell stepped back and put his hands up. “I’m doing this because I love it. It’s what I do. Hopefully once it’s all over you’ll enjoy it just as much as I.” Wavell lowered his hands before placing them on his hips. “Now. Is there anybody you have in mind who perhaps you’d like to become?”

Adam thought for a moment. He wasn't sure. This was just so surreal it made it hard to think. Like a fog clouding his thoughts. “I don’t… know?”

“Don’t worry. I get you’re probably still trying to wrap your mind around all this so I’ll do you a favor.” Wavell gently placed a hand on Adam's head and closed his eyes. Immediately Adam felt strange. As if he could feel this man’s fingers shuffling through his mind. Feeling out his wants and desires until Wavell got a decent idea of the kind of body to put Adam in. He took his hand away from Adam’s head. “I think I know just the guy but he’s not exactly close. He lives up in Virginia while you’re here in Georgia. How would you feel about a little change of scenery?”

“What do yo—“ before Adam could finish, the world around him spun and shifted.

———

Chris found himself standing alone in the locker room at his local gym. It was just about closing time now and he was the last guy remaining other than staff. He wiped away the sweat that’d been dripping down his face with a towel as he grabbed his stuff out of the locker. It’d been another tough workout for him today but it was always worth it to feel that pump and admire the physique he’d been able to build thanks to all his hard work. Unbeknownst to him however, a certain two individuals watched on behind a veil of magic that cloaked them both from sight..

Moments prior, Adam and Wavell arrived at the gym via the latter’s unique abilities. In a gust of purple smoke, Adam went from standing by his front door to now finding himself standing inside a gym locker room that didn’t seem at all familiar.

“H-H-Hoolyyy… FUCK! What just HAPPENED!?” Adam shouted hysterically.

“Basic teleport.” Wavell replied swiftly and bluntly as if that should’ve been common knowledge. “Don’t worry about that. Look.” Wavell nodded towards the entrance to the locker room, prompting Adam to look as well.

Mere seconds after, a sweaty muscular man wearing a tight tank top and shorts entered. He was in phenomenal shape. Far better than Adam was. Not only did he look sculpted with thick muscle from head to toe, but this hunk even had one of the most handsome faces to go along with it. Yet despite all the starring Adam and Wavell were doing, the jock seemed to pay no mind to either of them. Not even a glance. Like he didn’t even know they existed!

“I’ve made us invisible to him. He can neither see nor hear us.” Mr Wavell confirms to Adam. Right on cue this man they now seem to be spying on walked directly past them both without a clue. As he does Adam gets a good whiff of the stud's powerful post workout scent, turning the semi he got just from looking at the man into a full hard on. The pair continued to watch as the man opened up his locker and pulled out a towel to wipe himself down with.

“His name is Chris. He’s twenty eight years old and has been working out most of his life. Hence the gorgeous physique. And to top it off he’s quite the looker. Needless to say his body and looks have awarded him a lot. Modeling opportunities. A large following on social media. An army of men and women alike drooling over him and eager to throw money at him. He’s one lucky bastard.” The warlock explained, seeming to possess a bottomless well of knowledge. “I’d ask how you feel about him but I think I already know the answer.” Wavell sniggered as he glanced down at the bulge in Adams pants.

Adam’s face turned a bright shade of red as he tried to hide his growing arousal with little success. He couldn’t help it as his eyes traced over the glistening sweaty physique of the hunky god before him. Watching intently as the man removed his tank top to reveal the muscle that’d been hidden underneath.

“So… are you gonna turn me into… him?” Adam gulped, trying his best not to drool at the mere thought of it as he watched the man peel off the tank top. His cock getting even more excited at the reveal of Chris’ muscled upper body.

Wavell simply nodded.

“Does that mean you’re gonna turn him into me?” Adam wondered.

Wavell crossed his arms and hummed. “Not exactly. Normally I would but I’ve got something different in mind today.” Wavell confessed as the blank look on his face slowly turned to a sadistic looking grin that left Adam feeling a bit nervous for Chris’ fate. But the magical being was quick to notice this, his look softening again to one of reassurance. “And before you ask, no I’m not going to kill him or anything like that. He’ll be perfectly fine.”

Hearing that set Adam’s mind at ease. That said he was however rather curious to see what Wavell was planning. What exactly was he gonna do to this Chris guy?

It was then that Wavell’s eyes glowed that bright purple once more. At first Adam didn’t realise what Wavell had done until…

“Hey… Where the hell did you guys come from?” Chris asked as he turned to see two men staring at him from across the locker room. It was like they’d just appeared out of thin air.

Wavell stepped forward, straightening his tie as he did “Oh I just know you’re gonna enjoy this body Adam.” He declared, running his gaze up and down Chris’ body. Lingering on those enormous thighs and juicy pecs.

At this point Chris was getting super creeped out and understandably so. “What the fuck are talking about dude!? Are you trying to hit on me or something?” He questioned, quickly getting annoyed at how this dude was eyeing him up like a piece of meat.

It was then in the blink of an eye that Wavell stood inches away from Chris. It seeing a real life glitch as Wavell instantly moved from halfway across the room to his face being less than a ruler's length away from Chris. He barely had time to think let alone act before Wavell grabbed one of his boulder-like shoulders. Suddenly Chris was completely immobilised thanks to Wavell’s magic. And with that the aforementioned wizard slipped his other hand down in Chris’ gym shorts before cupping his crotch. Loving how Chris’ cock and balls pressed tightly against the pair of white compression shorts he wore underneath.

“Don’t worry big guy. I promise you won’t even feel a thing.” An ominously reassuring smile spread across Wavell’s face as his eyes glowed once more. It was then that a bright flash of light enveloped both him and Chris, forcing Adam to cover his eyes. It only lasted a couple of seconds but when the light dissipated, Chris was nowhere to be seen. The only things left of the hunk were his clothes as the gym shorts he’d been wearing fell to the floor atop of the now empty pair of socks and trainers. Meanwhile those white compression shorts Chris had been wearing were still in Wavell’s hand, the warlock holding them gently now as he inspected them for whatever reason.

Chris had no idea what just happened. That weird middle aged looking dude just grabbed him and now all of a sudden he felt so light and… hollow? The first thing he saw was the smirking face of that dude again only now it was from a lower angle, as if he were being held by the man and looked down upon. Yet as bizarre as that was, he couldn’t ignore the strong smell that seemed identical to his own crotch. Only now it surrounded him completely. Somehow Chris was able to shift his gaze in order to look down at himself and what he saw was unreal. Not just unreal, it was impossible and terrifying! No longer did he see the thick muscular body he was used to seeing. In fact he didn’t see a human body at all! He’d been turned into the very same pair of white compression shorts he’d been wearing! He could even feel the creepy dude’s hand against the fabric of the compression shorts as if it were his own skin! He wanted the scream in horror but nothing came out thanks to his lack of a face. It was only thanks to magic that he could still see and hear.

“This’ll do just fine.” Wavell said before turning to Adam who was still looking on in confusion. “I’ve trapped him inside these shorts he was wearing. I’ve made it so he can still see, hear, feel, taste and smell with his spiritual senses in there but besides that he’s completely helpless.” Wavell explained with a tad too much enjoyment. “Now all you’ve got to do is put him on and everything he had will become yours.”

Wavell instructed Adam to strip down. The latter hesitated for a moment but did but nervously did as he was asked. Afterwards not being able to help feeling a little embarrassed with how exposed he felt but Wavell didn’t seem to mind. The warlock handed the enchanted compression shorts over to Adam with a mischievous smile, clearly excited to see what was to come.

Chris was unsurprisingly freaking the fuck out as Adam took the shorts. Between what’s happened to him and hearing what Wavell had just said, he was having a complete meltdown. He didn’t want this Adam guy to take over his life!? Unfortunately his cries fell on deaf ears. He was powerless to stop it. Unable to do a single thing as Adam gently slipped his legs into the compression shorts one at a time before pulling them up. Chris protested all he could but it made no difference as Adam pulled Chris’ hollow fabric body over his ass and crotch.

As insane as this whole situation was, Adam couldn’t help shivering with delight. Knowing he was not only wearing compression shorts that belonged to such a hunk but also that same hunk was trapped inside them! He knew it was wrong and twisted of him to get satisfaction out of this but he couldn’t help it! Even though the shorts were a bit ill fitting on him, just having that jock’s musk surrounding his own crotch was turning him on like hell!

“So, how long will it ta-aaaakeeeuuuuaahhhhhhh” Adam’s question quickly devolved into a long groan thanks to an unfamiliar sensation that began racing through his body! Flooding every vein in his body with levels of magical energy his brain found difficult to comprehend. And then it began.

Before anything else the energy began to focus on Adam’s glutes. His groans became even louder as his ass cheeks started to tone and expand with muscle until it had ballooned into a thick muscle ass that filled out the backside of his new compression shorts perfectly. The feeling of which had Adam’s already hard cock leaking pre-cum that stained the front of said shorts. And yet despite it being at full mast, Adam could feel his cock somehow growing longer and fatter too! His bulge grew even more obvious by the second while his balls swelled larger as well to accommodate. His nuts now churned with the very same cum Chris once had.

Through all his groaning Adam was able to look down at his crotch and over his shoulder to see that he now had Chris’ cock and ass! And as his hips resized, the haunted compression shorts now fit him like a glove. Meanwhile Chris himself was soaring through a flurry of emotions as he begged to wake up from whatever nightmare he was trapped in. He could feel himself being stretched out across his out muscle butt while the taste of cum soaked into his fabric. Unfortunately for him, this was very very real.

From there the transformation continued to spread outwards and it progressed both up and down Adam’s body. His quads and hamstrings found themselves bulking up significantly, causing a soft grunt to escape Adam’s lips as he grew a set of meaty thunderous thighs. Simultaneously his eyes widened with disbelief as the fat on his belly started to melt away before his eyes, replacing itself with pure muscle mass in the form of strong thick abs. The kind Adam could’ve only dreamed of having. Every part of him wanted to stop and admire his new bulky thighs and abs but the transformation was far too impatient to give him the time.

Next up were his calves. He could feel them pulsing as they swelled with power to match his thighs. But they weren’t the real show. How could they be when Adam was far too absorbed into watching his flabby chest transform into a huge pair of pecs! It was something he’d always dreamed of. Being able to look down and see a hulking pair of muscle tits. And now it's finally becoming a reality! Adam’s eyes lit up with a mixture of joy and lust as he watched his chest begin to protrude outwards. His engorged cock growing more excited than ever as his pecs inflated into two gorgeous watermelons. He already wanted nothing more than to grope them and if he hadn’t felt the transformation beginning to surge through his arms, he would’ve.

But before his arms could have their glory, his shoulders exploded with mass first. Growing in an almost cartoony fashion as they transformed into cannonballs while his traps made sure to follow suit. With that, Adam’s biceps couldn’t wait any longer. He flexed them with a long moan as ballooned under the pressure, swelling to massive proportions with unthinkable strength. Soon after his forearms followed the same example as veins began popping like crazy across his bulging arms.

What came next however felt distinctly different from everything else. His hands and feet. They were a totally different experience but still painless nonetheless. His feet were the first to change. Increasing size after size at a rapid rate that certainly would’ve made his shoes feel tighter had he not taken them off. His hands weren’t far behind though as they too grew slightly. The more noticeable change however was how much rougher and calloused they became.

At last Adam’s body seemed complete but there was one last thing to change. As soon as the transformation had spread up his neck, causing it to thicken and his voice to deepen, his head was all that was left.

Adam gritted his teeth and scrunched his face as his features began to twist and alter themselves. Immediately he started to look younger than before as he regressed from his mid thirties back to his late twenties. His face quickly brgan taking on a much more jockish look as he started to look less and less like himself and more like Chris. To top it off his hair morphed into Chris’ messy brown style while his eyes shifted more towards Chris’ soft yet still masculine ones. Finishing things off by having Chris’ short brown beard sprout across Adam’s now much sharper jawline.

At last the intense sensation subsided. Adam was finally able to catch his breath as sweat dripped down his transformed physique. He looked down at himself in disbelief. It didn’t seem real but… he now owned the body of a total fucking hunk! He simply couldn’t help himself as he flexed his new massive guns, taking turns feeling them with each hand. Feeling the power flowing through his biceps as he flexed them was something else entirely. And of course he couldn’t ignore the huge new muscle titties that sat on his chest now. He was groping and flexing them too in no time. It’d be a crime not to worship them. With the excitement of it all, Adam also couldn’t help but dig his nose into his new sweaty pits to get a good whiff of that post workout scent he’d adopted from Chris.

“See. I always know what’s best for my clients.” Wavell sniggered. Adam was so enthralled by his new body that he’d almost forgotten Wavell was there.

“Clients?” Adam questioned, a little shocked by the sound of his new voice.

“Well… ‘clients’ sounds better than ‘subjects’.” The warlock admitted cheekily. “Now! I’m sure you’ve already got questions and I’m pretty certain I know the first one. Are you gonna turn back to normal if you take those compression shorts off? Well allow me to reassure you in saying no.” Wavell confirmed what Adam was bound to ask. “When I trapped Chris inside those shorts, I also sealed his physical essence inside them. Now that you’ve worn them however, that physical essence is inside you. Permanently. So you’ll never have to worry about losing your new body. By all means it belongs to you now. Besides… I’m sure you want to get a better look at what’s underneath.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows while glancing down at the obscene bulge in Adam’s shorts.

Adam turned and strutted over to one of the many locker room mirrors, cock bouncing awkwardly as he did. Immediately upon seeing his reflection Adam was awestruck. He was in love. With himself!! He just couldn’t help admiring his muscles some more before eventually grabbing the waistband and pulling down his haunted shorts. The real Chris screams in protest as he finds himself dropping to this imposter's ankles.

“Oh… Fuuuuuuuccck…” Adam muttered as his new cock flopped out before him in all its glory. His hand practically gravitated towards it before wrapping around the girthy shaft. God it was massive. He was almost afraid to start pumping it since after all that transforming, it felt like it was ready to blow at any second! The sensitivity on it was just through the roof! But Adam couldn’t help himself and ended up giving it a few tugs. In turn he found himself letting out a deep manly groan before, allowing the monster to buck involuntarily for a moment.

Before he ended up busting a nut, Adam’s decided he wanted to get a better look at his new glutes first as he turned his backside to the mirror. He just loved how big and bubbly his cheeks looked. When he flexed them they were as hard as steel but relaxed they felt squishy and jiggly. Part of him wished he could stuff his face into his own ass with how good it looked. That’s when another thought sprung to mind. Adam gently reached back towards his ass, squeezing it a little before slipping a finger between his cheeks as a way to test something. And it was just as he thought. The moment his finger came anywhere near his new asshole it immediately tightened on instinct. The reflex was so strong that it pretty much confirmed Chris used to be straight. Well not anymore. This ass was far too hot to go to waste.

As much as he wanted to tease his virgin ass a little more, Adam just couldn’t ignore his cock any longer. It was pulsing and begging for release at this point. He needed to grab it! He needed to jerk it! He needed to bust a fuckin nut bro! As Chris would say anyway. But before he could begin pumping, Wavell chirped up yet again.

“How about you let me take care of that for you. Just think of it as your way of thanking me.” Wavell licked his lips as sauntered over towards Adam before kneeling in front of that massive cock. Wavell opened his mouth before wrapping his lips around Adam’s meaty dick and began sucking like a pro.

“Oouh-ooooh… ooauhh… Oohhhhuuu!” Adam was completely taken aback as he was forced to let out disjointed moans once again. All the while his new voice echoed through the locker rooms. Just the view of being able to look down and now only see such a hot jock body as his own but also seeing this hot older man sucking him off was beyond sexy. Wavell swiftly bobbed his head up and down on the cock, somehow taking Adam’s entire length without even the slightest gag. Whoever the hell this Mr Wavell guy was, he certainly knew how to work those bearded lips of his around a huge cock. That’s for fucking for sure.

“Fuuuuuck!! I’m gonna… OOOAAUUHHH!!“ Adam Could feel it already. A tsunami of cum getting ready to spew from his dick. Before he’d even laughed Wavell was already grabbing onto Adam’s ass to make sure he didn’t try and pull away. But of course Adam had no plans on doing as his dick finally let loose torrents of hot cum that down Wavell’s throat. The older man gulped it all down greedily, sucking every last drop of cum out of Adam’s cock before finally pulling off it, a bit of cum dribbling down his beard.

“Ahhhhhhhh…” Wavell leaned back with a look of pure satisfaction crossing his face. “Now that was refreshing. I can confirm that your new cum tastes absolutely delicious.” Wavell confessed as he got back up onto his feet. He dusted himself off a little before readjusting his suit and tie. “Well it seems my work here is done. Chris’ memories should start to kick in for you in about 10 minutes from now. You’ll then know everything you need to know about his life. Where your new home is, how he earns money, what kinds of friends he keeps. And whatever else you need to play out his life as if it were your own.” Wavell looked down at the tight compression shorts Adam had begun pulling back up. “And the real Chris gets to watch everything from between your legs… or from the laundry basket.” He chuckled.

With that Wavell began to levitate off the ground once again. “I’m off to have some more fun. Enjoy that hunky new body of yours Adam. Or should I call you Chris? That is your new name now after all.” Mr Wavell grinned knowing just how much the real Chris was begging to be set free. “Keep your eyes open though. I might come back and visit you again some day just to check in.” And just like that the magical man seemingly disappeared into thin air, leaving Adam alone.

Finally alone at last, Adam looked down at the compression shorts that now cling tightly to his hulking body. “Enjoying yourself down there? Being pressed against your own dick and balls?” Adam teased somewhat cruelly, enjoying this a little more than he probably should be right now. Going as far as to reach down and grope his crotch to really rub the scent in.

This whole time Chris had been screaming and protesting as this body snatcher groped his body and even more so when he’d got his dick sucked by another dude! But now as the scent of his former cock and balls mixed with cum and sweat started to mess with Chris’ fragile mind, he was starting to give in at last. His thoughts grew foggier while his fabric body continued to absorb the powerful smell. He looked up only to see his own handsome face smirking down at him. No. It wasn’t his face anymore. There was no going back. Now he was nothing more than a pair of compression shorts for his master to wear.

Meanwhile Adam decided to open the bag that’d been in Chris’s locker only to pull out a pair of clean grey t-shirt and a cap. Without hesitation he slipped both of them on, loving how the large shirt hugged his muscular frame in all the right places. After which he grabbed and pulled on the black gym shorts Chris had been wearing earlier before tugging on Chris’ gym socks and trainers. All of it fitting him like a glove. At last turning to the trusty mirror once again, he couldn’t help but whistle at how fucking sexy he looked! So much so that he started turning to inspect his body for all different angles. God he just couldn’t get enough of those bulky legs. As much as he adored his arms and pecs, he was starting to think his legs may actually be his best asset afterall.

He couldn’t help grabbing Chris’ phone and taking a few quick photos of himself to savour the moment. Pictures he’d surely look back on in the future to remember the day when he stole this body. And to jerk off too of course. Maybe he’d even post them to one of his new socials later.

Now all he had to do was wait for these memories to kick in. That Mr Wavell dude said they were gonna come any second and when they did Adam was truly going to become Chris inside and out. And once he’d settled into his new life he was gonna see if he could find some dudes eager to fuck his muscle ass get railed by his enormous new cock. With a body like this he was bound to have stamina for hours.

Then it hit him. All at once. Adam let out a thunderous roar as his mind flooded with memories from Chris’ life. Most of them being delegated to the back of his consciousness to pull on when needed while others came straight to the forefront. Immediately he knew everything there was to know about Chris. He even felt some of Chris’ personality traits starting to take root. That cocky gym bro attitude was starting to settle in comfortably. He might’ve still remembered everything from when he was Adam, but that wasn’t who he was anymore. That was a mere shell that the real him had finally emerged from.

Chris strode confidently out of the Gym and towards his car. He just couldn’t wait to get home so he could strip down and take as many nudes as possible of himself. His new life was about to be absolutely incredible.

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Swappers

(Original story posted April 24th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated

Jordan was a twink. Plain and simple. He was skinny, hairless, could hardly grow any facial hair and was fairly short. Now of course there was nothing wrong with this. He was still very attractive in the eyes of many and didn’t have much trouble getting attention from other gay men. The big issue for him however was that, because he was a twink, almost everyone assumed he was a bottom and most guys that were into him just wanted to fuck him. They would then be surprised and a little put off when Jordan revealed that he was a strict top and didn’t want to bottom. At all.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried it before. He’d used a couple toys on himself and even let a guy stick it in him before in an attempt to fit this mould people would push on him. But it just wasn’t who Jordan was. Of course there had been some small pleasure from the stimulation alone but that was where his enjoyment ended. It just wasn’t who he was and the thought of bottoming just never turned him on. He was the one that wanted to be sticking his cock inside a hot dude's ass, not the other way around. He just wished that more of the guys who were into him saw him as he saw himself. A dom top! There were a handful of course but that left Jordan with quite a slim selection of men to choose from the already small pool.

The natural solution to this would be to bulk up. Get bigger, look manlier. But for some reason he struggled massively to put on any kind of size. Even after working out religiously for a year, he hardly passed for a twunk and still hadn’t been able to grow any body or facial hair. Not any that looked good anyway. Whenever he asked for advice he was told to just give it time and eventually he’d put on more muscle and maturity… but he was already 25 and a lot of other dudes his age had full, thick beards and were built like tanks. It was infuriating! He knew that they were probably right and that in time he’d eventually achieve the manly body he was looking for if he just stuck to the gym and all the right food. But Jordan was growing more impatient by the day.

For a short while he believed he was doomed to look like a twink for at least the rest of his 20’s. That was until he met Colt. He was a man Jordan had met through a hookup site recently and as it turned out he had the opposite problem. He was only ever interested in bottoming but because of his massive muscular physique, well kept beard, deep voice and giant 8.5 inch cock, most people assumed he was the dominant daddy type. Colt had the exact body Jordan needed and Colt probably wouldn’t be too bad off with Jordan’s twink body either. It almost felt like the universe was teasing Jordan by allowing the two of them to meet like this. Showing them the bodies they could’ve had.

Naturally one thing lead to another and the two ended up meeting for a good fuck. Jordan wrapping his arms around Colt’s bulky torso as he thrust inside that huge ass until they were both moaning for release. It was so good that they couldn't help making it a regular thing by meeting up again and again. Sometimes it would be at Colts place, other times it would be at Jordan’s. But one thing was for sure that was that by the end of the night Colt would have either his mouth or muscular ass full of twink cum. Sure Jordan’s dick might be a tad below the average in size but he certainly knew how to use it well and the groans he got out of Colt definitely reflected that.

Every time they had sex however, Jordan couldn’t help but feel this growing envy in his heart. Sure it was hot dominating a man so much bigger than himself and watching all that muscle ripple with every thrust but… he couldn’t stop wishing all that size and manliness was his. Of course that wish seemed all but impossible… right?

One day Jordan was just browsing through some gay porn sites to jack off too when he got a strange pop up. His natural instinct was to close it but something about the ad caught his eye. The headline was “Swappers!” and from what he could tell it seemed to be an advert for some type of poppers brand. He’d been with a guy once before that’d used them so he knew enough to know they were muscle relaxing inhalants. Only that wasn’t the only thing this particular brand of poppers seemed to be advertising…

A few days later a package arrived for Jordan and inside was a single “Swapper”. He inspected it a little and the tiny bottle looked exactly as it did online. He was sorta surprised that it wasn’t a scam. Truth be told he’d been starting to experience buyers remorse after spending so much money on this thing but he felt a tad better now it was here. Still though, he told himself not to get his hopes up yet. Not until after he put it to the test.

Later that night Jordan messaged Colt, getting immediately to the point and asking if he wanted to hook up as usual by now. Like always Colt was swift with a confirmation that everything was set in motion. Now all Jordan had to do was pray this thing was legit and he didn’t spend his money for nothing.

As they’d agreed to meet at Colt’s place, Jordan showed up outside the hunky man’s apartment where he was soon let inside. The pair chatted for a little while, catching up as they always did, but it was clear that Jordan was eager to get down to business. He cut Colt off mid-sentence with a swift kiss, leaning in close and running his hands over the larger man’s body. Colt didn’t seem to mind as he returned the same energy and before they knew it they were pulling off their clothes and stumbling towards Colt’s bedroom.

Both men found themselves buck naked as Colt hopped onto the bed, causing it to creak under his weight, before beckoning Jordan to join him. The two engaged in plenty of foreplay beforehand. A little bit of dick sucking. A tad bit of ass eating. Tons of making out. But Jordan just couldn’t bear to wait any longer as he reached over towards the bedside table and grabbed the little bottle before instructing Colt to lay on his back and throw his legs over Jordan’s shoulders. The bigger man did just that but couldn’t help question what Jordan had in his hand while doing so.

“It’s just a popper. It’s meant to make sex feel even more mind blowing!” Jordan reassured, withholding the whole truth from his lover. “Just try it. I promise you’ll love it!” He added before cracking it open and placing the bottle under his nose to take a deep sniff. The hit was almost instant. A surging pleasure that vibrated through his body. He was buzzing! And with it he had this strange compulsion to try to make another man smell it.

“Ehhhh I dunno. I’ve never done poppers bef—” Colt was quickly cut off by Jordan practically shoving the swapper under his nose and forcing him to inhale it. He was taken off guard for a second but moments after his body was filled with the same euphoric sensation as Jordan’s. And now that both men had it in their systems, all they wanted to do was fuck!

Jordan wasted no time slamming his dick into Colt’s hole which had already started to loosen up a little. Immediately plunging as deep as he could go. The feeling was beyond anything either of them had ever experienced before. Waves of pleasure washed over them which only seemed to intensify as Jordan started rocking his hips back and forth. Every little motion sent spikes of euphoria across their bodies in a fashion they could never have imagined. Both men felt as though they could bust a load mere moments into fucking and yet somehow they held on. For now anyway. It was as if despite the incredible feeling of it all, something needed them to keep going. For Jordan to keep pumping himself inside Colt. And Jordan was more than willing to oblige.

Minutes felt like hours as the couple submerged themselves in the experience. Jordan alternated between thrusting slowly with care to suddenly fucking fast with an intense aggression. All while the huge man beneath him practically screamed his name with nothing but pure lust in his eyes. A lust that Jordan reflected right back. The more they stared at each other, the more fixated they became. Almost like they were hypnotising one another to the point where they refused to break eye contact. Simply staring into each others gaze while they continued to fuck and moan until suddenly their eyes began to glow a deep violet. At last it began. As neither Colt nor Jordan could look away, they were unable to see the changes beginning to occur but of course that wouldn’t stop them.

Despite never having been able to grow much body hair, Jordan’s chest and stomach suddenly began to sprout a light dusting of hair. A dusting which would continue to spread across his body giving him some hairy legs, decent arm hair and even a fuzzy ass. Colt on the other hand found all of his body hair suddenly retracting, vanishing in an instant and leaving him with nothing but smooth bulging muscle all over. However it wouldn’t cease there. As soon as his body was smooth, Colt’s short beard started to recede as well until he was left with a clean shaven face. Then right on cue an unfamiliar itching sensation spread across Jordan's jaw followed by thick facial hair that quickly developed into a full beard that was identical to the one Colt had sported moments ago! The kind of beard Jordan never could’ve grown before now. The last of these hairy changes only completed when even the hair styles and colours switched with Jordan’s hair retracting slighting into a much shorter crop while Colt’s grew out a little. Somehow they’d completely switched hair on all places of their bodies! Jordan had taken all of Colt’s body hair and facial hair! They looked pretty strange for sure but it was about to get a whole lot stranger.

As Jordan continued to thrust mindlessly, both men started to grunt with even more ferocity. Not just because of the fucking though, it was their hands and feet! Had Jordan been able to tear his eyes away from Colt’s to look over his shoulder, he’d have been able to catch a glimpse of the other man’s feet shrinking multiple sizes. The same then happened to Colt’s hands as they shrunk smaller and skinnier. But of course Colt wasn’t the only one affected here. Jordan also found himself curling his toes a little while his own feet grew many sizes larger until it would’ve been impossible to fit them inside any of his own shoes. And naturally his hands followed the same example, growing meatier with thick clumsy digits that would no doubt take some getting used to.

Despite being in some kind of trance, both men knew something strange was happening to their bodies. Colt was feeling a little worried underneath all the pleasure but Jordan on the other hand was ecstatic! He knew exactly what was happening to them and he almost couldn’t believe it! As such he completely gave in to the experience with zero resistance. He pounded his cock in and out of Colt’s hole, encouraging the bigger, yet now hairless, man to give in as well.

Speaking of cock, Jordan began to feel a strange inflating sensation in his. It felt as though someone plugged an air pump into his cock and balls and with every thrust he made, they pumped more air into his manhood. Only it wasn’t air at all! His dick was actually growing larger by the second! He could feel it! His cock got longer and fatter as it forced Colt’s hole to stretch even wider. Each thrust felt deeper than the last while the smacking sound his balls made grew even louder. It was no wonder as they swelled bigger and fuller, producing more testosterone than ever before. Meanwhile Colt’s moans grew even needier, not just due to the increasing girth of the cock inside him but, because his own dick and balls were shrinking. Yet for some reason it felt incredible to him! It wasn’t long before Jordan found himself fucking with an 8.5 inch monster between his legs while Colt’s new and slightly under average cock bounced with every slam into his ass. They’d swapped dicks!

So far the only changes they’d actually been able to see were the ones to their hair and facial hair but that was about to change as a distinct tingling sensation spread its way across the two men’s faces. It soon became obvious what was happening as they both began to scrunch their faces up in discomfort. It was all due to their features rearranging. Jaw’s reshaping, noses remoulding, eyes shifting slightly. Jordan’s face grew sharper and more defined with a mature and masculine look while Colt’s began to look younger and softer and an opposing delicate look. The changes refused to stop until Jordan’s face looked identical to what Colt’s had once looked like before all this and vice versa. By this point Jordan looked like a small and skinny version of Colt while Colt himself looked like a huge muscle bound version of Jordan. But that wouldn’t be the case for long as the next wave of changes began to settle in…

There was a growing heat that spread itself across both of their forms. It engulfed both men in what felt like a warm embrace as it began to massage their bodies gently. It took a moment or two for the actual changes to kick in but it wasn’t long Colt’s body began to shrink rapidly. All of his huge, hard earned muscle began to fade away. Pecs, biceps, shoulders and thighs all being drained of their muscle mass. Everything diminished in size all at once. Even his height seemed to be reducing as his once imposing 6’4 statue had dropped below 6 foot and was still falling.

Jordan on the other hand was having the time of his life! Still being forced to stare into Colt’s eyes but pounding away like his life depended on it now. Getting so damn excited as he could feel his own body starting to swell up with new muscle. His once skinny and toned arms engorged with newfound strength and size while his chest heaved forwards with strong meaty muscle, forming a pair of hefty hairy pecs that only continued to grow. His legs inflated to the size of stone pillars, thick and powerful to match his new feet. Even his shoulders slowly formed into giant boulders while his back and torso grew wider to accompany his inflating pecs. Even his supple twink butt enlarged to the point of having into a muscular jock ass. And of course Jordan’s height sprang upwards inch by inch.

At one point the two men were the same size but it didn’t take long for Jordan to surpass Colt. His muscles ballooned bigger by the second. “Holyyyy fuuuuckkk!” Jordan is able to moan out as he felt his pecs grow to the size of watermelons before bouncing them involuntarily, unable to stop hulking out. His growth only came to a halt at last when the man beneath him had finished shrinking into a skinny little twink with only the tiniest bit of lean muscle. With that Colt was left looking like a smooth 5’6 twink while Jordan had finally become the 6’4 hairy muscle tank of a man he’d wished to be!

At last the purple glow faded from their eyes, releasing them from the forced gaze and allowing them to look down at their new bodies. A massive grin formed on Jordan’s face as he glanced down to see the enormous physique he now possessed while Colt looked more confused than anything. He probably would’ve freaked out more if the feeling of getting drilled by Jordan’s giant cock didn’t feel so amazing.

“J-Jordan… oohhh-what… happened to oouuuu-us!?” Colt asked frantically between groans. “Why do… Oouuuughhhhhh… you look exactly… like me!?” He continued, noticing the higher pitch of his voice. Confused but also strangely turned on by the fact that he was now being fucked by his identical twin. Or at least a man who would’ve been his twin if he wasn’t so small and skinny now.

Jordan gave a cocky smirk with his new face. “Because this is how it was always meant to be! Me, a huge powerful muscle daddy with a hot hairy body and a monster dick made for destroying ass.” He brought both arms up into a flex, delighting in the sight of his biceps bulging before groping one of his giant hairy pecs a little. All while continuing to slam in Colt’s ass with enthusiasm. “And you, a cute little twink boy who struggles to put on any size and loves getting dominated by men like me…” Jordan sneered confidently, loving how deep and authoritative his own voice sounded now while stroking his new beard a little. Before Colt could even think about protesting, Jordan leaned down and kissed his former face with an all consuming passion.

After that the new hunk got down to business. Pulling his dick out for a moment so he could grab Colt like a rag doll and flip him over onto his stomach. He’d never been able to man handle a guy like that before but by god did it feel empowering! Colt hardly had a chance to say anything before the body snatcher pressed his face down onto the bed sheet and shoved Colt’s former dick back inside his hole. Colt let out a long moan. One part of his brain was telling him this wasn’t right but the feeling of getting filled so completely by the very same dick he used to own was too good to ignore! He knew he should be begging for his body back right now but all he wanted was to be dominated by all that muscle he’d built and have his former balls unload inside him.

“Oh fuck yesssss Jordan! Breed meeeee!” Colt begged and moaned. After the whole transformation ordeal they’d gone through, both men were already on the brink of orgasm. And yet for some reason Jordan stopped.

“No, no, no. I’m not Jordan anymore. You are. If you want my load you better start calling me by my real name. Colt.” Jordan demanded, shifting his cock around inside the other man’s ass a little but refusing to pump again until his demand was met.

Colt hesitated for a moment. Did he really want to do this? Would he be forfeiting his body if he did? He didn’t ponder for long however as the larger man shifted his cock around inside again, causing Colt’s resistance to crumble. That was it. His instincts took over. “Fine yes! You’re Colt! I’m Jordan! Just please fuck me!” He pleaded.

A large grin spread across Jordan’s face upon hearing those magic words. He immediately used his new strength to push Colt’s face back down into the sheets before pounding into him once again with all his might, roaring and flexing as he did. He couldn’t stop admiring his new body while basking in all its size and power. All the while knowing full well that from now on nobody would mistake him for anything other than a dom top! That from now on everyone would see him exactly as he saw himself. A man who wanted nothing more than to destroy the ass of every hot guy he saw! And as a bonus, Colt certainly wouldn’t get mistaken for anything but the slutty bottom he was either.

Soon enough the hulking man let out one final passionate roar before finally unloading his heavy new balls. His cock shooting streams of cum inside Colt’s ass like a jet and seeding the smaller man’s hole. He let out a long sigh of relief before collapsing on top of Colt in exhaustion. Pinning the new twink under all his muscle and weight while his cock remained buried deep inside that ass. The feeling of which was enough to make Colt shoot his much smaller load as well, dampening the bed sheets underneath them both.

After a few minutes of silence and processing, the new bodybuilder sized hunk pushed himself up and off the bed, allowing the other man to move again. “This was fun Jordan but you’d better get dressed and head home. After all this is my apartment now…” Jordan smirked as he made his way towards a mirror while riding the high of knowing everything Colt was and had now belonged to him. Even though he just blew a load his dick found itself twitching again when the reflection he saw shining back at him was that of a manly big dicked meathead. Perfect. “Unless you’d rather stay and become my personal bottom bitch from now on?” He raised an eyebrow in Colt’s direction.

There was some conflict in Colt’s eyes for a moment as he weighed the idea out in his head. But in the end he came to the conclusion that, just like Jordan, this is pretty much what he always wanted. To be seen as a cute bottom. He only got so huge and buff because of the pressure from his father and friends. But deep down this is always what he’d wanted to be. “If being your ‘personal bottom bitch’ also includes being your boyfriend then I’m in… Colt.” He stated, still a little weird out at calling somebody else by his own name.

Jordan smiled. “Well it’s a deal then.” He gave his reflection one last look over before returning to the bed. He’d definitely be inspecting it more later but for now he and his boy needed to spend a little more time getting familiar with their new selves. And by that he meant he was going to smoother Colt between the huge hairy pecs he used to own until he blew another load.

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rescueheroboy19 · 11 days ago

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A Gift That Keeps Giving

(Original story posted April 29th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated!

Oh this part never gets old. Watching a man grunt and groan while his body starts to change. In this case getting to watch as his muscles bulge and balloon while the fat just melts away. Seeing his arms grow into powerful cannons while his pecs go from being non-existent to thick slabs of meat. All while he moaned “Yes! Yes! It’s actually happening!” As was the reaction of most clients.

He continued to bounce on my dick with glee. Inside him, my shaft continued to glow bright with the power I’d been blessed with just as it always did. His body just wouldn’t stop growing, pinning me down under more and more muscle mass by the second. Legs bulking up, ass swelling, hands and feet increasing a few sizes. Pretty much everything about him swelling larger, as was his desire. Growing heavier with pure size and muscle upon every bounce while effortlessly taking every inch of my cock.

When his body finally stopped growing, I watched the transformation shift in a hairier direction. He’d only had a few hairs here and there previously but now his body was sprouting pelt of manly fur all over! Hairy arms! Hairy legs! But most noticeably he soon sported a thick coating of chest hair. Exactly the kind of hairy chest he’d wished for. At which point I couldn’t help reaching up and rubbing my own hands through it. Admiring both the hair and my client’s new muscle tits at the same time. He didn’t seem to mind however as he tossed his head back in glee, groaning about how he could feel his beard growing in at last. Something I also had a front row seat for.

The last of his changes settled in as I watched his dick grow slightly longer and fatter with every bounce while his balls inflated slightly. Now all there was left to do was lock it in. I was about to begin thrusting upwards but before I had a chance he began to double down on riding me. Slamming his ass down onto my dick with twice the enthusiasm along with his new strength. Even going as far as to hold my arms down while begging me to cum with that gravely new voice of his. Well luckily for him I don’t think I could’ve lasted much longer anyway with how much my dick was pulsing inside of him.

Before either of us knew it, I was filling his hole with my load. And not a split second later he let out one final groan of ecstasy before his own enlarged cock shot ropes of his thick creamy cum all over my chest and stomach while a dumb grin formed across that hot bearded face of his. Unloading perfectly in sync with me just like they always did.

A couple minutes passed with the two of us panting in a sweaty mess before he finally pushed his heavy new body off me, my dick finally dislodging from his hole. The very first thing he did was run to the large mirror across my bedroom in excitement, his face lighting up the moment he set eyes on his new reflection. I couldn’t help but smile seeing another satisfied customer eagerly running his hands across every inch of his body. Touching and groping it all like he was exploring it for the first time. That was the main reason I kept a full body mirror in this room honestly.

“How much do I owe you again? £500?” He asked once he was finally able to pull himself away from the mirror. I confirmed his assumption. My charge was £1000 per transformation. Half the money up front, the other half after the session. The man picked up his jacket and dug through the pockets until he pulled out a wad of 20’s and handed it to me. I counted through it all to confirm everything was there before giving him the thumbs up to get dressed and go on his merry way.

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little as he struggled to pull on his clothes. He’d even brought some brand new, bigger clothes with him in preparation but even they were a tad too small. The larger pair of joggers he bought barely fit and let me just say they left nothing to the imagination. Hugging his ass and thighs like they could rip apart at any second. God I’m good at this. I should start charging more.

It almost seemed as though he’d heard my thoughts as he turned to me and handed over an extra £100 as a tip for giving him exactly what he wanted down to the tiniest details. “This body is everything I ever dreamed! Huge, strong and so much hair. Even the scent is perfect!” He admitted while lifting up one of his arms to reveal a hairy pit, clearly enjoying the faint masculine aroma it was giving off, while thanking me again.

We talked some more for a while. Discussing my powers a little and what he was going to do now with this new and improved look. He even asked if I wanted to hang out in a bit more of a romantic setting sometime. He seemed like a nice enough guy and his dream body just so happened to be exactly my type… so I agreed. He was quick to give me a big bear hug after that. Wrapping those new hairy muscles of his around me for a long moment before letting me go. He jumped up from the bed seconds after and began on an extremely tight t-shirt. The adorable hunk gave me one last kiss on the cheek after confirming I still had his number before walking out of my apartment with a grin on his face. Well. More like waddling with how tight those clothes were.

My dick truly was a gift. Anyone I fucked would transform into the most ideal version of themselves they desired most. I figured that out pretty soon after my first time having penetrative sex with a guy in college. Ended up turning him into a hulking jock. So it’s pretty simple when you think about it. If I fucked a dude who wished he could be a lean and hairless super model, he’d become just that. If I fucked a dude who wished he was big muscle bear, he’d pack on all the fat and muscle he needed to be such. So on so forth.

Of course I quickly realised I could make a business out of it so I started charging money as word spread about me. Of course I’d considered charging more than 1K many times before now. After all this was a life changing service that only I could offer. Realistically I could probably charge a hundred times the amount. But to be honest I also just liked doing it for the sake of helping people achieve their dreams. And help people I have. Tons of them! Hell I’ve even had a few straight guys take my dick up their ass just for a chance to have their perfect bodies. Can’t say I didn’t enjoy hearing them squirm and grunt. At least they're secure enough in their sexuality for it though. Credit where credit’s due.

I reached a hand down and cradled my cock slightly. I still have no idea what granted me this kind of power but whatever the case I plan on using it to change the lives of so many more men out there for the better. In the meantime however, I can’t wait to start setting up date plans with hopefully my soon to be boyfriend.

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Gooey Thief

(Original story posted May 7th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

Carter looked down gleefully at Brad’s now vacant body lying motionless on the floor with his juicy ass on full display. At the same time, sitting on the kitchen counter, a jar filled with white shimmering goo began to rattle a little. Almost as if the goo inside was angry being trapped and forced to look upon the sight before it.

“Sorry man, but you ain’t getting out of that jar until I’ve finished fixing things around here.” Carter shrugged towards the seemingly sentient mass of goo trapped in the jar. With that he looked back down at the large hunky body laying on the floor. His roommate's body. Empty and ready for the taking…

Just a few hours prior Carter had run into a strange older man at a coffee shop. Handsome, silver hair, seemingly muscled body hidden under his designer clothes. For some reason he’d felt immediately comfortable around this stranger to the point where he began complaining about his roommate Brad. Saying that he was loud, dumb, always leaving his clothes around the flat and overall just a bit of a douche among other things. Not to mention he was envious of the jock’s large powerful body. Understandable considering Carter himself was rather skinny and unassuming in comparison. Yet despite all that he couldn’t help crushing on the jock anyway. Jerking off to him constantly and even stealing some of his clothes on the odd occasion.

After hearing all this the man offered Carter two white cubes that looked somewhat like sugar cubes. But when he explained what they could do Carter didn’t want to believe him. He wanted to call the man crazy. And yet he couldn’t help but believe him. Almost like he was under some sort of hypnotic spell just by being in this man’s presence.

“Use them well Carter.” The stranger said before finishing his coffee and leaving the lanky college nerd to decide what he was going to do with this little gift. Carter didn’t even get the man’s name. All he got were the initials on his jacket. C.W…

Armed with these special and seeming magical cubes, Carter had already decided what he was going to do. Seeing that Brad was already sat watching football in the living room, Carter reached into the fridge and opened two cans of beer before plopping one of the cubes in the can he planned on giving to Brad, hearing it dissolve inside. The jock was surprised to see his nerdy roommate bringing him a beer but he didn’t complain as he immediately took a gulp, much to Carter’s delight.

It took awhile for the cube to kick in but eventually Brad began to grunt in an uncomfortable manner. Seeing this Carter made sure to get a jar ready and soon enough Brad was stumbling into the kitchen as he believed was about to vomit. Before he could make it to the sink though he collapsed onto his knees. Part of Carter felt as though he should’ve been worried but the stranger he met said everything would be fine. The blind and unquestioning trust he had for the silver fox in the coffee shop told him to just believe and everything would work out fine. And so he watched on as Brad started to convulse a little while falling flat on the floor. According to the man’s instructions, this was when Carter had to use the jar.

He walked up and knelt beside the jock before lifting up his head and putting the jar under his lips just in time. Carter’s eyes widened with wonder as a wave of white goo came flowing out of Brad’s mouth. He couldn’t believe it. If what the stranger had told him was true then this goo was Brad’s very essence. His soul more or less. All being ejected from his body until it filled the jar. After screwing the lid on, Carter breathed a sigh of relief once he checked to feel that Brad’s body still had a heartbeat. And then… he grinned.

“Hahahaha! Suck it asshole! Let’s see you call me a wimpy nerd now that you don’t have that big hunky body of yours anymore!” Carter taunted the jar of white glimmering goo before setting down on the kitchen counter. He then turned his attention back to that large hunky body lying on the floor, wearing nothing more than shoes, socks and a pair of briefs. “Now let’s see the goods that you always taunted me with by walking around semi-nude all the time.” He continued before reaching down and pulling back the briefs to reveal that juicy jock butt. “Mmmmm perfect.”

Brad’s soul began to shake around vigorously inside the jar in protest. It was clear that he’d retained some form of consciousness in that form. “Sorry man, but you ain’t getting out of that jar until I’ve finished fixing things around here.” Carter told him before pulling out the other cube and dropping it in his own beer before necking the entire can in one go.

The lanky nerd wasn’t exactly sure how long he had before his own cube kicked in so he immediately got down on the floor and shoved his face into Brad’s former ass. Eating it out like his life depended on it. Digging his tongue deep into the hole and opening it up a little so that it was ready.

And then, it started.

Carter began to feel as though something were rising up his throat. As he did he started to lose control of his limbs until suddenly his whole body was convulsing just like Brad’s had done before. Before he knew it he’d lost all his senses as he was ejected from his body and spewed out as white goo. Except, as the stranger had told him, soul infused goo forms will naturally magnetise to another vacant body if one is nearby. As so, Carter found his gooey form being instantly attracted to Brad’s ass, stretching his hole a little as it entered. The real Brad could only watch in terror from his small glass prison as his former body began to convulse once again with his nerdy roommate's body now lying motionless between his asscheeks.

It didn’t take long for Carter’s body to eject every trace of his soul in liquid form only for it all to fill up Brad’s hole nicely. With that Carter began to slowly regain his senses as his goo form stretched itself throughout Brad’s body. Gradually he gained control of his new body’s limbs and torso until at last the rest of his consciousness was absorbed into the empty brain. And just like that, Carter’s new eyes darted open.

The first thing he felt was a head between his now much thicker ass and he immediately knew it’d worked. With an almost sinister smile Carter pushed himself up slowly as he began to take notice of how much bigger he was now. Before long he found himself standing, if not a little awkwardly at first due to his unfamiliar proportions, and looking down at his stolen body with glee. “I’m a fucking Jock!” He yelled using Brad’s deeper and much more bro-ish voice as he gazed upon all the thick muscle he now owned. Running his hands over his pecs and abs in disbelief. “Ohhhh yeah… this is amazing.”

Carter continued to explore his new body and even going as far as to tease his roommate. Standing directly in front of the jar and flexing while moaning about how good his new body felt. Groping himself all over and even going as far as to turn around and jiggle his new jock butt at the jar of goo while telling it how he was gonna have so many hot dudes plowing his hole from now on. How they’re just not gonna be able to resist the pull of a thick muscle ass belonging to a guy who used to claim he was straight.

“Regardless I can tell you one thing for certain, you’re never getting this body or it’s good looks back!” Carter laughed mockingly at the roommate who’d once tormented him.

Before long Carter found himself finally pulling down the front of his briefs and unleashing his new cock. “Mmmm fuck… now that’s an upgrade for sure.” He commented while smacking the thick rod against his hand. It must’ve been an easy 3-4 inches longer than his old dick and much thicker. “Perfect for plowing plenty of dad butts dontcha think?” Carter added before starting to jerk himself off. As he did he began to wonder if maybe he was being too mean. Sure Brad was a douche but did he deserve all this? To be trapped in a jar while someone else paraded around as him. Well it wasn’t as if Carter was going to give up this powerful hunky body now but…

He continued to jerk himself off until he finally blew a huge hot load that was strong enough to fly up and hit the jar, much to the real Brad’s disgust. After which however, Carter decided to take some pity on the former jock. Kinda. He grabbed the jar and brought it over towards his former skinny ass body. Brad already knew what Carter was trying to do but there was nothing could do to stop it as his form magnetised to the nerdy body the second Carter opened the lid and soon enough he was flowing into the mouth of Carter’s original body before he blacked out for a moment.

Brad’s eyes began to flicker open as he saw none other than his own beefy body standing over him. “Noooo… fuuckkk…” he mumbled, already knowing what’d happened.

“Back with us little guy?” Carter teased, having just pulled his briefs back up. “Hey don’t be pissed bro.” He said, imitating the way Brad spoke. “Surely having my old weak ass body can’t be any worse than being stuck in that jar right?” He grinned smugly.

“I can’t believe… you did this… how?” Brad asked groggily as he tried to stand.

“Doesn’t matter how. All you need to know is that I’m Brad now and if you ever try to tell anyone otherwise I’ll beat the fucking shit outta you. Got it?” He threatened. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go watch some football on the TV. It’s one of my favourite sports after all.” Carter smirked before sauntering off into the living room and collapsing onto the couch exactly where Brad had been sitting earlier, leaving the former jock to grieve his stolen life.

———

“It seems humans can be more merciful than I thought when given the choice.” Wavell thought to himself upon witnessing his most recent subject taking the body of his roommate.

“Out of the ten men I gave those cubes to, two of them decided not to use them. Six decided to use them and then allow the other man to take their old body out of pity or guilt. And only two of the ten decided to steal a body and leave the person they stole it from as a helpless pile of goo. Interesting.”

He wrote down a few notes regarding the experiment about how people react when given an opportunity such as this. He’d need to test it a few more times to get the most reliable data but what he had now was already proving to be interesting. With that the warlock nodded before flipping his notepad shut and returning back to his mansion.

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