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[secretpuppykid]

"JASON WHAT DID YOU DO"

"I told you I was gonna borrow a bit of your age."

"You didn't tell me you were gonna borrow like 30 years? I look like im freshly 18! How the hell am I supposed to teach a college class like this?"

He looked down at his lean stomach, which had previously been a pouch for holding beer. He ran his hand over his abs with his smaller hands as he continued shouting. His body felt so sensitive that he could burst from grazing his nipples.

"enjoy it man, reality will change to fit your new life. Have fun on your brake from grading papers!" Jason hung up as he was left dumbfounded.

Maybe it was time to find some people he could be fucked by.

[secretpuppykid]

The Best Parts of You

I've had to take care of my brother, Leo, ever since our parents died a few years back. He still hasn't fully processed it and I don't blame him. Leo's depression worsened a lot more after graduating highschool, he's lost and I don't know how to help him. He's 18 now and it makes me feel so old, even though he does still feel like a kid.

I bought this supplement that claims to "bring the best parts out" about you. Although I thought it would just be a good source of vitamins for Leo.

Being the cook of the house it wasn't hard at all to sneak the vitamins into his diet. Over the course of week I already started to notice changes.

Mainly Leo was much more talkative and seemingly much more outgoing. He talked about how he didnt know why, but he's felt better than he had in ages.

He made new friendships at his workplace. He said it was weird that he hadn't tried talking to them much before.

At the end of the week I also noticed he stood taller. At the time I didn't think much of it, I just thought he wasn't slouching as much because he was more confident.

The next week i was sitting in the living room doing my work on my laptop when he came out of his room. He was wearing a tank top which was weird since he didnt usually stray from covering up his body. But what was even weirder was that he had a bit of muscle? Not alot but it definately looked like he had started working out or something. I got him to start taking the supplement himself.

Over the next few weeks there were a lot more changes. Most of them physical now. He would be gone from the house most of the time, the only time i'd see him would be in the mornings.

Once i woke up and said good morning to him, he was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast before work.

"morning bro" he said, his voice deeper and more bassy than i had remembered.

I looked at his arms suprised. Tattoos had appeared all over.

"when did you get those done?"

"i got these done a few weeks ago bro, do you not remember?"

Right. How foolish was I, it took awhile for him to get them done. But it was worth it. It gave him an edgier look.

He stood up to wash his dishes, i stood suprised at how tall he was. It wasn't super surpising though, considering he was already taller than me by 8th grade being 6'3". Now he stood about 6'10". A foot taller than me.

Constantly he'd have guys over to fuck, it got a little excessive but i found a magnum 2XL condom wrapper in the trash can so at least he was being safe.

After a few months I had forgotten I had given them those supplement packets until i found one while i was cleaning my room. I guess i accidently dropped one.

Walking out of my room to throw it away I bumped into Leo. He was sweaty and shirtless, said he had just gone on a run.

Although i doubt that from the stench of cum coming off of him and the little twink following him.

"who's your friend here?"

"uhhh- thats just my friend Danny." He said quickly.

Danny waved at me shyly.

It was funny how shy leo was about having guys over when it was so obvious. Maybe he jsut didnt trust his older brother.

[secretpuppykid]

Max was a college student who liked to learn new stuff all the time but was not muscular, instead he had the shake of a thin twig. He was thirsty for knowledge and really loved his life... that is until one day he was walking back to his dorm but was then knocked out unconscious, not even registering that someone was following him.

He woke up not remembering what day it was... last time he remembered it was Monday but now he couldn't be so sure as he was definitely not in the coldness of England anymore instead being in a very warm place.

'you're finally awake' said a voice in the corner of the room. Max looked at her immediately... he just realised now that he was naked and tied to a chair 'what the fuck is this you pervert, what's going on?!' Max was angerly shouting at the figure who was hidden in the shadow thus the figure was not able to be seen by Max.

'oh dear... I do like your anger it will fit the new personality that you will soon come to call your own', she chuckled. 'Max again shouted in anger 'what the fuck is going on, why am I naked and tied to a chair?!' The woman then responds: 'oh yes... I didn't explain you you why you're here... my name is Penélope, pleasure to meet you sweetie, I am in my early 30's and I run a company that... well takes care of people like you by unlocking their true potential... at the same time while filling a quota for our major customer'.

Max looks confused, the woman smirked and continued: 'yes, I see you're confused but soon you won't be when I'm finished with you... see I intend to turn you from your little nerdy self into a full on Jock that follows the mantra 'young, dumb and full of cum'... in fact you've got all the correct characteristics, you seem to have a beginning of anger issues, you jerk off almost every day twice to three times a day, all that you're missing is the muscle and all that you need to lack is those brains you have tightly hidden in your skull... but not to worry I will soon take care of that'

Max shouts: 'I will never become a Jock! You can do anything to me but I will not give in!' the woman chuckled again 'ah yes, there we have it... resistance... I enjoy turning people like you into Jocks... it's sooo hot to see resistant nerds like you eventually embrace heir true nature... oh yes I'll have so much fun with you...'

Penélope then walks out if the shadow holding a syringe, she comes up to Max and injects him with the substance, Max tried to stop her by trying to dodge the syringe somehow but to no avail, Penélope injected the serum right into the boys balls to which he shouted in pain from.

'there we go, first step is over and now... my dear Maxy... there is no going back for you... oh yes... once we're finished here you won't be Max... your new name will be Maxy...' she bites her lip seductively and gives a seductive wink. All of a sudden Max's dick got hard... in fact it started to increase in size stopping at about 11 inches, 'the bigger the cock the dumber the jock' she said while chuckling. Max's body started to change, well chiseled abs popped up out of the slim body, his arms began to inflate also and they were no longer twigs but full on shredded arms from working out even though Max had never worked out. A beautiful v-line leading all the way to his massive cock was now visible, his legs also gained on muscle as well as his face, his acne melted away and his face became far well defined.

'oh but i never told you what our client takes care of now did i?' said Penélope, Max panting and moaning managed to squeeze out a 'n...no y... y... you didn't...', well since you'll be too dumb to remember anything, I might as well tell you... our client is a major porn company... they have been lacking models... as such I am here... essentially a talent agent discovering major... 'talents'... for the company... I have been observing you for a while now Maxy... as I said you fitted everything... but you just missed on two check marks... you weren't muscular and you were too smart... after this you will just become a mindless blissful drone pumping your sperm out to make content so that people like your old self... the nerds and other non-musuclar and above the average or average intellect people can blow their loads to... I actually think you might enjoy the next bit... which is the mental transformation...'

Penélope presses a button and a flesh light appears and slighters is way onto Max's 11 incher, it then starts pumping his cock. 'next is the edging bit... you'll be edged so fucking much that your mind will eventually break... by tomorrow all that you'll want is to cum... yes you shall spend a night here being pumped by this machine and by tomorrow morning you'll be begging me to let you cum...'

Penélope then gave Max one last smile while Max just looked full of dread at what this night is bound to bring him. Next day Penélope arrived back to Max, but even before entering the room where he was in she could have heard Max shouting out, his shouts resounded throughout the building and it were the shouts of an animal desperate to get what he desperately desired, and the words he kept on repeating were 'AH FUCK, FUCK PLEASE JUST LET NS CUM... FUCK I NEED TO CUM!'

Penélope walked inside the room, Max was in tears and look like and absolute animal, the fleshlight was still pumping his dick and was leaking with a lot of precum. 'how are we doing Maxy? you ready or do we need to keep you in for another night?' Max then started to shout desperately 'NO PLEASE! I'LL BE OBEDIENT... FUCK I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT I WAS STUDYING ANYMORE... ALL I WANT TO DO IS JACK OFF, FUCK, IMPREGNATE AND MAKE FUCKING CONTENT OF ME CUMMING.... FUCK I REALLY NEED TO FUCKING CUM!!!'

Penélope then stopped the fleshlight while Max once again desperately shouted in anger at the fact his orgasm was once again denied, she took the fleshlight off of his throbbing dick which was fervently pre-cumming at this point, she then look Max in the eyes and wiggled her boobs in front of him a bit almost hypnotising Max 'whats your name you stud?', she asked, Max replied 'Maxy!' Penélope then said 'what is your life's goal?', to which he replied 'i just want to cum all the time... I never want to experience this again, I just want to cum, cum, cum in front of the camera so that I can give pleasure to my audience and so that they can admire my hot... muscular jock bod!'

Penélope then smiled and started to stroke Maxy's wet dick, the amount of precum on his cock turned her on, she started stroking and stroking, Maxy started moaning and moaning, she went on faster and faster until Maxy in all his joy and pleasure finally came onto his hot abs cementing his fate as a pornstar while Penélope just looked with pride as to what a stud she had created licking some of his cum that was left on her hand. Now Maxy was no longer thirsty for knowledge but for pussy and he would get it in any way he could to satisfy his lust

Image of Maxy from his Instagram feed

[secretpuppykid]

Hi Chronivac support: I hope you can help me. I am an affluent, well-educated, overgroomed, overdressed white corporate executive, but I know that is not my REAL calling and identity. I have very expensive clothes and a BMW, and even my name Timothy is formal and classy.

However, I know that I should be an uneducated manual laborer, working as a garbageman. My REAL calling. I must be forced to surrender my corporate career, my office, my BMW, my expensive formal Italian suit and tie, my briefcase, my manicured fingernails, my styled hair, my wristwatch and polished black dress shoes and socks and yes, even my own name along the way down the class ladder to my new real life. But I don’t have the courage to make the changes alone. Can you show me the way to transformation? Thank you.

Seriously? Well, it actually doesn't look like there's any reason for you to be dissatisfied with your life. But if you want to…

While you are taking your croissant and your cappuccino, your cell phone vibrates. You take it out of the inside pocket of your tailored Scabal jacket. But it's not your new iPhone 15 Pro. It's an old rather bruised device. But you know the code to activate it. The message you got is in Turkish. It's called "If you don't get your ass to the site in half an hour, you're out of a job." Unfortunately, you don't understand Turkish yet. The transformation has only arrived at your calloused hands and dirty fingernails. Your skin is getting darker. The back of your hands hairier. In incipient panic, you reach for your Montblanc wallet. But there is only a cheap nylon wallet in your worn jacket. With a few dirty bills inside. Fuck, if you pay for your breakfast, you're broke. You look around. And relax. Here in your favorite café, tea and sesame curls only cost a few cents. And you can pay later if necessary.

You get a new message. That you can pick up your wages for the last ten days later at the construction site. After that, you don't have to show your face again. Fuck, that means you'll have to bum cigarettes again the next few days. But working sucks too. And in case of need you can always carry boxes in the morning at the wholesale market. And actually, what the social security office pays you is by and large sufficient. Shit, the pissers said that you have to visit the employment office today. Otherwise they will stop paying you.

In the bus you drive without a ticket. What for? You have better things to spend your money on. The lady you sat next to gets up after a few minutes and changes her seat. Just because you are looking at pictures of fat cocks on your cell phone and massage your bulge. Infidel buffer!

You know what your name means, Ünal? It means "fame." What a contradiction to your new life. Let's see if the employment office has a job for you today.

Pics from your old and your new life found @mensuited and @hairyturkandarabstuds

[secretpuppykid]

Riches to Rags

By: bodilychanges

Mike took a breath, shaking himself of any final anxious thoughts and assuring himself of his imminent success. He brushed a speck of white lint off the sleeve of his jet black, Calvin Klein suit whilst awaiting his name to be called. His aura of confidence was palpable to the other people in the waiting room; Mike knew that he was far better, not just for the job but also in general, than any of the people sitting around him. His resume was flawless, an early graduate of Stanford University, the top of his class in every course, with a major in economics and a minor in communications, he was an upcoming prodigy of the business world.

Mike believed himself to be only worthy of the best, applying for an accounting position in only the top corporations on the market. Thanks to his parent’s connection with the CEO, he was able to procure a spot for a personal interview only offered to a few applicants. It was only 7 a.m. but he was about to get his dream job at the TG&TF Corporation Headquarters. It was a renowned corporation throughout the world, owning and investing in more companies and start-ups you could probably count on your fingers, TG&TF Corp. is an economic powerhouse that has dominated the market since it was established. Even though it’s run into a few scandals here and there, lawsuits from low-class families (that can afford to sue) claiming their loved ones had disappeared, no one has batted an eye. Mike scoffed even at the thought, who gave a damn about the scum of society? Less of his tax, which he didn’t even pay, going towards the homeless and drug-addicts; it was a good thing. Being born and raised in southern California, he had grown to resent anyone unlike him. The poor were disgusting and dirty and his faith in Christ taught him to despise those against the bible like gays. Above all, he despised illegal immigrants who leeched off people’s hard work and did nothing for his country.

Suddenly, the door to his right opened and a busty woman in a tight black dress walked out with an iPad in hand. A man briskly followed behind her, pure anger in his red eyes and muttering something under his breath. In a tantrum, he stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Mike caught a few of the words before he left, something about how much of a bitch the boss was and how the interviewee would take his talent somewhere else. Mike smirked, another one bites the dust.

Mike turned back to the secretary, tracing his eyes up and down her accentuated curves. He adjusted his glasses and ruffled his straight, dirty blonde hair. He was the spitting image of a spoiled rich boy, standing at around 5’11 with a lanky build. His face was quite attractive however, piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline, usually what drew the girls he slept with and left behind.

As he eyed up the woman, he noticed she glanced at him, almost reciprocating his gaze with an enticing half-smile before she announced, “Mike Chandler?”

With a nonchalant smirk, Mike rose from his seat, placing the magazine he was reading back on the coffee table and strode over to the secretary. “Right this way,” she gestured to the blond 24 year old. Mike walked past her into the connecting hallway, behind him he heard the door close shut and quickened click-clacks on the floor from high heels following behind him.

They walked together throughout the hallway in silence, Mike checking out the young woman’s breasts bouncing up and down in the corner of his eye. After a passing a couple more rooms, they arrived at a final door at the end. “So Mr. Chandler, our CEO’s office is right behind that door where your interview awaits. Word of advice, he likes using trick questions so be careful…” the secretary then brought her hand up to Mike’s arm, gently stroking it before speaking in a sultry voice, “I hope I can see more of you around. Good luck.”

With a wink at that last comment, she left back in the direction they had came. Mike, already having forgotten her warning, felt even more confident in himself. He took a few steps to the office door and knocked twice.

A deep, masculine voice came from the other side, “Come in.”

Mike obeyed, opening the door to his future.

Atop the dark oak desk sat a gold engraved name plate, Walter Hargreaves CEO. Behind the oak desk sat an older caucasian man dressed in a silk black suit, obviously fitted for his body. The man was quite attractive, his muscle was obvious even through his suit sleeve, he was someone into DILFs would have wet dreams about. He had an air of confidence with a hint of ego unmatched. Gelled hair and a clean beard, daunting eyes filled with unmistakable in-control-energy, probably in his early forties. Behind the man was the unbeatable view of LA, glass windows revealing the surrounding skyscrapers and bustling streets below. However, his tie is what stood out the most. It was an average, black tie, but on it was a diamond studded tie-ring that seemed to have a small light blinking on and off.

There was a moment of silence between the two men before the CEO spoke. “Mike Chandler correct? I’m quite familiar with your family. I hope to get to know you just as well.”

Mike smirked and walked across the large room fashioned with various decor such as a clearly expensive satin couch and the grandest platinum flat screen TV he had ever seen. “Thank you sir.”

“Ah don’t mind all those formalities, Walter is fine,” smiled the CEO kindly, hiding a mischievous grin while holding out his hand.

Mike shook his hand firmly and took a seat, a bit more relaxed and feeling as if he was on an equal level to the CEO of the largest corporation in America. “Haha, like Walt Disney,” Mike joked. Walter chuckled and kept up the fake, warm smile. The CEO then glanced at his computer and typed something, which Mike boldly assumed was him either bringing up the interview questions or Mike’s resume.

“As you may know, TG&TF Corp. has around a hundred smaller companies connected to us through an investment system. We give them the money to do whatever business they do and we earn a share of the profit, allowing us to make money here at the foundation without even lifting a finger. Think of it like tree, with TG&TF branching out into many different industries such as food & drink like Coca-cola, high end fashion companies, and even construction & infrastructure. We have our hands in the pocket of practically any company you can think of. So what makes you a great candidate for an accounting position in our corporation?”

After a brief pause Mike began with, “Well for starters I’m an early graduate of Stanford University, top of my class nonetheless-

“No no, I’m not asking for your educational prowess. I’m asking you what about you makes you a good fit,” Mr. Hargreaves interrupted, his tone now a bit more cold.

“My parents-”

“Not asking about your parents either Mike,” the CEO rejected, cutting the younger man off.

Mike was starting to get a bit sweaty, not only confused by the question but frustrated that Mr. Hargreaves wasn’t allowing him to speak.

“If I may Walter-”

Mr. Hargreaves heaved a sighed, “If you have nothing to say about yourself then what makes you think that you’re worth hiring at all?”

Mike began to feel hot with anger, never before in his life has someone treated him with such disrespect. “I think that if you could just let me speak-”

The burly CEO yawned, “I think this interview is done. I don’t think you deserve a job here at TG&TF. Please see my secretary on the way out and let her know you will not be working here.”

Jumping up from his seat, practically fuming at this point, Mike shouted, “Fine! Fuck you and this job. I only wanted you to hire me so I could bang your secretary anyway!”

There was a pause between the two men, only the sound of Mike’s angry huffing filled the room. The tension could be cut with a knife. Slowly rising from his chair, Mr. Hargreaves dropped the last of his nice-guy facade and in a low growl questioned, “…You mean my wife?”

Mike’s anger & frustration quickly became fear and embarrassment as he looked up at the now towering man above him. “Shit I meant umm… your uhh… well, with all due respect sir-” Mike scrambled to recover from his critical mistake.

“You see, even though you absolutely failed the interview, your parents paid me off to hire you. However, I know your type quite well, a spoiled brat that goes around believing you’re better than anyone else in the room. Your resume might be perfect, but no company will ever hire you because of that insufferable arrogance. Even that prestigious university you graduated from, you were only admitted because of your parent’s could sign a check. You can flash around that shit-eating grin and charm everyone you meet but I can see right through you. In fact, just because of that last comment, I think I’ll have to personally take that pompous attitude into my own hands and set it straight. Maybe then we’ll see if you’re good enough to work under me.”

Mike could feel himself shrinking down in terror. “Wait please Walter I’m sorry! I promise I’ll never say anything like that again just please give me one more chance,” Mike begged for the first time in his life. It was hard enough admitting he was wrong but it was even harder pleading to someone he barely knew.

Walter slammed his fist, “That was your first mistake! Who calls a possible employer or even a CEO by their first name you conceited little shit?” He was fuming and Mike shuddered, almost on the verge of tears from the older man’s yelling. With a shaky voice, all that he could mutter were insufficient apologies as he slowly began trying to back out of his chair.

With the press of a button on Walter’s computer, Mike was pulled back down into the seat as hand and leg cuffs appeared out of the chair, shackling him down as a gag covered his mouth. “10 years ago I invested in a start-up company run by a bunch of neuroscientists and physicists that promised me they would change the world. Best decision I ever made. In 3 years, they came back with the most groundbreaking innovation I had ever seen, something they called a Chronivac. A machine that could bend reality to my will that could be easily programmed into something like a computer and controlled remotely somewhere like this tie. What do you think having a machine with the ability to change anything I want, ranging from turning an apple into an orange or completely rewriting a human being’s life, makes me? The most powerful man in the world.”

Fear and anger flooded Mike’s eyes, he was trapped and gagged, flailing around in his imprisonment of a chair in an attempt to get out.

“Now what should I do with you… a total reality check should be sufficient enough punishment yes? What do you think?”

The strap covering Mike’s mouth retracted instantly. “My parents will pay however much money you need just fucking let me go!” the blond boy yelled.

Walter groaned, “Foolish boy, you still don’t realize that this has nothing to do with money. Regardless, your parents don’t care for you. You’re nothing but a leech to them which is why they paid me to hire you just so you’d have a life of your own. They see you like how you see everyone else, especially the less fortunate.”

Furious he had been so carelessly insulted by someone with more power than him, Mike jerked forward from his restraints and spat saliva all over Mr. Hargreaves. “You have no idea what you’re talking about fucker. You’re just some big talk CEO who’s dick went limp-” Right before he could finish his mouth strap returned gagging him of his final say. However, Mr. Hargreaves wasn’t fazed, wiping the saliva from his face with his handkerchief all he had was a grin. “Nothing left to say? Well that talk gave me the perfect idea of what I can do for you. I’ll give you what you’ve always wanted, a job under my corporation, but let’s see if you’ll learn a lesson from a life without your trust fund.”

Mike struggled in his confinement as Mr. Hargreaves brought his hand to his tie-ring and tapped it, causing the previously tiny blinking light to turn on. “How exciting! The last time I transformed someone their family sued me and I had to pay millions for the cover-up. This time though, I’ll be more careful. How about we start with a blank canvas?”

Suddenly, the arm like tentacles shot out from around the room, beginning to rip every last bit of Mike’s clothes off him. In mere seconds, his $1000 suit laid tattered and torn on the floor. His eyes widened with shock as he was left barren, his flaccid cock and balls completely exposed to the evil CEO beginning the first part of Mike’s torment.

“For your new occupation you’ll need far more muscle than that, don’t you think?” provoked the CEO, who touched his tie-ring again.

As if the universe was listening, Mike began to feel a tingling sensitive wash over his body. Though filled with fear and resentment, there was this feeling of masculinity Mike couldn’t ignore. Testosterone coursed through his veins as he flexed what he could of his body while being restrained by his cuffs, causing his body to begin growing. His body stretched out, going from his above average 5’11 to 6’2, but his restraints adjusted to this change and transformed with him. Abs popped in, each one by one, reaching a total of 6 chiseled bumps. The changes moved from his torso to his chest and arms as he flexed causing his twig-like biceps to explode into meaty pythons. Mick’s guns were the stars of his show, veiny chick magnets. They were his pride and joy, always taking the chance to flex for his admirers. He then puffed out his flat chest involuntarily, causing his barren chest to fill out into pillowy pecs. Along with the changes with his upper body, his previously shaven and odorless armpits began to itch and tingle. Beyond his thick ‘ceps laid a sprouting bush of musky body hair, deep in his rank and constantly sweaty pits. His previously shaven pubes began to germinate, becoming a thin blanket of hair behind his thickened cock. However with this change cementing, he began to lose his intelligence in exchange for physical strength. A wave of nausea came over Mick as his IQ washed away. Tears welled in his eyes as he felt himself slowly grow dumber and dumber and by the end, he was unable to even compute 2+2 in his head. History rewrote itself to accustom to this change and instead of the preppy snob he had always been, he became the rich bully that pushed around other kids. 1st Place trophies in science fairs and math competitions became MVP awards and #1 Quarterback plaques, all thanks to endless hours in his mansion’s custom built gym that allowed him to grow into quite the man. A side effect of the new body was that Mick’s limp dick began to change as well, losing a bit of it’s length but enlarging in girth.

Mr. Hargreaves watched in delight as the once snobby know-it-all became the dumb bull of an all-star quarterback that got whatever he wanted with his daddy’s money and big muscles. He could feel a slight erection coming on as he watched the helpless boy change. Feeding into his primal desire, Walter sauntered over to the helpless jock, admiring his work and the first step of his process. Going behind the chair, he placed his hands over Mick’s pecs, beginning to fondle and pinch the hefty breasts, giving into what he wanted to do so desperately, make him his personal cumdump.

Mick began to thrash around to get the ball wealthy man away from his utters. He was filled with rage as his body shimmered with a layer of sweat caused by his attempts at resistance and his eyes only could see red. He could only watch helplessly as the CEO massaged his new perky tits, which deep down Mick knew felt amazing, but he was no faggot right? At the thought of becoming gay, Mick’s meathead-bully personality completely took over, fighting to get out of his cuffs and beat the CEO to pieces, causing Walter to walk back to his desk and continue observing from afar. Alas, no matter how strong Mick was physically, it was no use against titanium restraints. However, the CEO allowed him some freedom. “Remove the gag.”

Instantly the chair retracted the mouth cover. Within seconds, Mick taunted, “You fucking faggot! Let me go so I can beat you the fuck up. Yeah I bet you love seeing naked alphas like me. You wish you could suck my fat cock right now don’t you fag-”

“That’s enough,” Mr. Hargreaves interjected, causing the mouth gag to return instantly. It was true though, he had a wife in his secretary but that relationship was all just to save face in the public eye. He was a faggot but there’s no truth that can’t be hidden with money. Sighing, Walter became lost in thought, wondering how he could ever rid a human being of such a hate. “I think we’ll do your race next, you’ll need to fit in with everyone else in the crew of course…”

The CEO’s wish was commanded as Mickey began to feel a tingly sensation throughout his lanky body. On a subatomic level, the protons of his DNA began to unravel and rewrite themselves as his genetic alleles decoded from caucasian to hispanic. On the surface, his pale white skin cascaded down his body to a browner shade. “You know, I think I’ve always had a taste for latinos. Maybe Mexico… no Nicaragua? Hmm no that won’t do. Ah yes! How about El Salvador?”

Mickey’s whiteness washed away, he was a Salvadoran stud through and through. With this change, his body underwent more and more physical transformations. The first thing to go was a few inches off his height, following the stereotype of latino men not being the tallest. Even so, the more he shrunk, the more it meant his muscle mass compacted into his body. Mickey’s horror faded away as his upper body shrunk and lower body retracted, reaching what he knew he had always been 5’8.5” 174 cm. His previously beer-can cut caucasian cock became his favorite appendage as his foreskin returned to become the hoodie of his chorizo. With the perfect measurements of length and girth, the meat could reach a fully erected 8 inches and was thicker than spanish sausage. His straight dirty blond hair curled up and colored itself dark brown marrón. Michael’s other areas of body hair followed suit, his exposed crotch hair sprouted even further, turning a blanket into quite the bush of curly, musky pubic hair. In return, his body odor became a bit more pungent and wafted off the scent of hispanic spices especias. Though he was no longer the snobby white boy, he still reeked of arrogance. He came from a long line of the richest hispanic families in America, and not only was he loaded, but he was one of the hottest men out there. The hispanic hunk was the best soccer player el mejor jugador de fútbol headed straight for the big leagues, and the girls and guys couldn’t help but fawn over him. Even though he was no longer white, Michael still believed himself to be far better than everyone else. No one was his match, not on the field, not monetarily, and not even in bed. Around campus his reputación preceded him, notorious around campus for having the biggest cock and the highest sex drive. Open to both girls and guys alike, he didn’t care who he fucked as long as he could feel the satisfacción of creaming inside, as if he was shooting his shot into an open goal.

However, the horny CEO knew that a change of race wasn’t enough to rid the young stud of his mentality and ideologies, but he knew the perfect remedy for that. Fully drawn to the idea of ruining the snob’s life and changing him into his ideals, he continued with “Now, how about we strip you of that privilege.”

Suddenly, as something was drilling into his mind, Michael’s screamed in agony, which was muffled due to the gag. He closed his eyes as his memories began erasing away in a burning sensation, all to start his new life on a clean slate.

In reality, the world had forgotten about Mike Chandler, the heir to one of the largest fortunes in America. The Stanford graduate with a bright future and a horrible personality had never existed in the first place, instead people knew Miguel Chavez. In his memories, his mamá, papa y él left their country of El Salvador when he was 10 years old in search of a better life in America. Thankfully, some family that had left for the U.S. years ago were able to help them have a safe trip to their new home in the land of freedom. As soon as they got there, they began to settle down, ingraining new roots in a foreign country where they didn’t speak the language or know the culture. They didn’t have much but they worked tirelessly to create a future. Though undocumented, they were able to get low-paying jobs, rent a home in the barrio of LA, and send Miguel to school. The Salvadoran boy grew up humbled by the world, knowing he had no chance at college due to his poor grades and jock IQ, he focused on building his body and playing the sport he loved, fúbol. However, he knew due to his economic class he would never have a chance at making it big. Once he turned 15 he began to work, hopping from job to job to provide his tired parents with the income they desperately needed. As he got older, he turned from fast food to physical labor and even sex-work sometimes. His bisexuality opened the door for many clients and the muscles he gained through fútbol, construction, and years at the local run-down Planet Fitness made everyone crave a piece of the hispanic himbo. He loved showing off his body and boy was he good at using it, his reputation of being the best fuck around always preceding him. Through it all, he was able to provide para su familia.

All of the long-gone Mike’s memories, including his money, his accomplishments, and his education, were being taken and reformed into Miguel’s memories. In his younger years, he would come from preparatory school to his mansion, driven by his chauffeur. Now that was nothing more than a fantasy to Miguel, as instead he walked home from his ghetto high school to his small, one story house. No longer was his family always absent due to business trips, now he was a mama’s boy that worked tirelessly to provide his undocumented family with the little money he earned. The Chavez’s didn’t have much but what they had was each other, an everlasting familial bond Mike had never known. Even at 24 years old, still lived with them till this day, commuting from the barrio to his job everyday. Miguel was thankful for what he had and though he wasn’t the richest he had an amazing body, a kind heart, and a loving family, who could ever ask for more?

Out of nowhere, an arm-tentacle appeared from under the seat, holding a fleshlight in its grasp. Miguel watched as the arm made its way to his flaccid Salvadoran meat, scooping it up, and beginning to jerk it off. He could only moan as all of his memories of his life as Mike churned in his balls and began to culminate in his cock. After a few more strokes up and down and Miguel even beginning to move his hips up and down to fuck the fleshlight, he moaned through his gag, shutting his eyes as he released the final remnants of Mike into the sex-toy, forever ridding the spoiled white boy from the world.

Mr. Hargreaves observed giddily as Miguel then fluttered his eyes open, awakening a new man. He knew that the boy was nothing more than his slave, he could do anything he wanted with him, a complete puppet for his own personal control. Behind his desk and under his pants, his 10 inch cock was fully erect and dripping with pre as he watched his newest transformation come to fruition. The hispanic hunk looked around the room in a daze, confused on why he was in such an opulent room. Why was he naked? Why was his mouth covered and his arms and legs cuffed to a chair? Was he kidnapped? Now panicked, his eyes shot to the well-dressed daddy standing in front of him. “It’s alright Miguel, remember you’re here to please me…” Mr. Hargreaves reassured with a mischievous grin.

Almost instantly being soothed by the man’s voice, Miguel relaxed and then began to smirk seductively. “Why don’t you let me out of these cuffs papí so we can get to that,” the latin lover cooed in his accented voice. Almost instantly, Mr. Hargreaves disabled the chair’s constraints, allowing Miguel to take his ‘first’ steps out into the world. However, he didn’t run or fight the man, he had no reason to. Miguel was here for his boss’s pleasure, a frequent occurrence. You see, a few years ago Miguel started work at TG&TF Construction, a company owned by one of the largest corporations in the United States. On one of the projects at the corporation headquarters, he met the CEO who personally came to oversee the job. Instantly, the two felt a connection to each other, growing close as Mr. Hargreaves kept an eye on the Salvadoran stud, inviting him out to drink and to have certain talks about future construction projects in his office, alone. Together, the two created a symbiotic relationship, Miguel got promotions in TG&TF Construction, plus money on the side for his services, to provide for his familia and Walter got his own slutty Salvadoran sex-toy.

Slowly strutting over to Walter, Miguel felt up and down his new, naked body to arouse the wealthy tycoon, and it was working. “Sorry about that baby, you know how much I love a little bondage,” his boss flirted.

The horned-up stud couldn’t resist anymore, he felt completely in his element. His body was amazing and undeniably sexy. As he began stroking his uncut 8 inch chorizo and caressing his muscles for Mr. Hargreaves’s viewing pleasure, he could see the DILF’s cock print through his designer dress pants. “Come here,” the CEO demanded, beginning to massage the growing erection under his pants. The escort listened, climbing onto the man and allowing the two to get up-close and personal with each other. They began to passionately make out, hot and horny as Miguel grinded on the older man’s lap. They got sweaty, Miguel tearing off Mr. Hargreaves clothes as he smacked the younger man’s slutty ass.

“Flex for me baby,” the captivated CEO growled.

Miguel obeyed instantly, flexing his thick biceps and exposing his rank pits. His body odor, which was quite tame before, reeked of heavy spices and pungent musk. He was proud of it however, unashamed to let people catch onto the scent of a real man.

“You like that papí?” Miguel flirted as Mr. Hargreaves dove into the sweaty boy’s armpit, lapping up every drop of sweat and tasting the must first hand. Mr. Hargreaves moved from the escort’s pits to his pecs, worshipping the woman-like breasts, suckling on each nipple, and fondling his hefty jugs.

Mr. Hargreaves moved his hands down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning to release his own 10 inch fuckmeat. Miguel’s face turned into a huge grin, as if he was a kid on Christmas morning, as he watched his client’s python flop out. He dropped to his knees and began to suck, bobbing his head up and down what he could fit in his mouth. It wasn’t long until Mr. Hargreaves came, shooting his load straight down the smelly brute’s throat, who swallowed it all happily.

“Thank you for this Miguel, I’ll have my secretary forward you the payment soon,” Mr. Hargreaves obliged greatly through heavy breathing as he buttoned back up his pants.

“No problemo papí. I have to get back to work pero I’ll see you later sí?” the slutty himbo inquired, rising from his knees and walking towards the giant office’s closet to grab his work clothes.

“Of course,” Walter walked over to Miguel, helping his secret lover to put his construction attire on. They looked each other in the eyes before they kissed each other goodbye.

He walked out the room, going back through the hallway he had once been a completely different man in just an hour ago. The busty secretary met Miguel at the door leading to the waiting room, giving him flirtatious smile as he checked her out for a bit. He had just came but he was still horny as hell. However, he was already late to work and didn’t have time for a quickie with his boss’s ‘wife.’ He begrudgingly opened the door but winked a goodbye to her as she followed behind. He stepped into the waiting room and watched as all the men, who were dressed in expensive suits looked up at him. A few of them chuckled seeing the sweaty construction worker out of place while the others punched their nose, unable to handle the pungent stink of a real man. “Fucking coños,” Miguel mumbled under his breath. If there was anything he hated in the entire world, it was people who believed they were better than everyone else because of their money. As he walked out of the waiting room, he heard the secretary call one of the pompous assholes for their interview, but he knew Mr. Hargreaves was going to reject them all anyway.

Later that same afternoon, Miguel had been working for hours at a construction site near downtown LA when he suddenly felt a buzz in his pocket. Curious, he wiped some sweat off his brow and removed his gloves, pulling out his phone to see a notification from Mr. Hargreaves. Opening his messages, his eyes lit up with excitement seeing a picture of his boss’s fully erect cock with an attached message, “Can’t wait to see you again.” Miguel felt his own dick harden in his pants from just seeing his papí’s python, being turned on by the idea of pleasing him again. Miguel smirked and raised his phone up to send a picture reply of his perfect bod that had been sweating for hours under the hot California sun. He was always down for un otra vez.

[secretpuppykid]

Adam:

Every morning this summer I've woken up hoping things would be back tomorrow.

But their is Mr. H’s face...

I have been in the body of my science teacher Mr. Harrison for over a month now. And it’s been terrible!

I wake up with slight back pain, I can’t ever sleep in, and I’m bored to tears with nothing to do.

All while Mr. H gets to enjoy my last summer before college.

I guess I should explain how this all happened…

1 Month Ago…

I’m known as the king prankster to everyone in my grade.

And my friends knew I had something big planned before school was over.

But I wanted to wait until the very last minute before I made my move.

I thought long and hard about what I wanted to do.

It wasn’t until our school brought in a new body swap machine for the science department that I had my plan together.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do but I just needed to get my friends on board.

So I called my friends Matt and Chris and told them about it the night before—

“Dude this better be good,” said Matt.

“Yeah you know everyone is expecting you to do something big and crazy!” added Chris.

“Will you two listen up? This is going to be the biggest thing anyone’s ever seen. We are going to have the biggest party ever on the roof.”

“Very funny dude but how are we going to do that? The roof’s door stays locked and every teacher is going to have their eyes on you.”

“That’s why I’m not going to be me tomorrow. Instead I’m going to be Mr. Harrison.”

“Wait, you aren’t saying?”

“Yeah boys I’m going to swap bodies with Mr. H. It’s perfect because not only will anyone suspect him but I’ll already have key access.”

“Damnnnn dude, that’s crazy! But it’ll be hilarious especially you having Mr. H’s body. He’ll be so pissed!”

“That’s why I need the both of you to help me out.”

The next day, I had everything in order and most of the senior’s knew to come up to the roof top after lunch.

Matt and Chris had all of the party stuff ready. Now all I have to do is convince Mr. H into swapping bodies with me.

I’m in Mr. H’s class and he’s going on some ramble about how we are about to have the times of our lives.

“You students make sure to study hard but have fun too! I sometimes wish I could go back in time just for a bit. It was so much fun…”

Bingo! That’s how I’ll talk him into it!

The bell rang but I stayed back to talk to Mr. H.

“Hey Mr. H you got a second?”

“Sure Adam, what do you want to talk about?”

I closed the door behind the last student and turned to Mr. H.

“I have an idea if you’re open to it,” I said with a grin.

Mr. H looked at me almost a little annoyed, “Adam this better not be one of your tricks or pranks!”

“No! It’s not..I uhhh… look I want to offer you something. My body to be exact. Uhhh… sorry that doesn’t sound right… What I’m saying is what if we swap bodies for a little bit. You can pretend to be me and I’ll pretend to be you.”

Mr. H looked surprised to hear what I was saying. He glanced outside his door.

“This isn’t a joke right?” he says to me.

“Not at all, I just heard what you said about getting another chance to be my age and I want to offer it to you. Sides I’ve never swapped bodies with anyone. I thought it may be cool to try and be an adult for a bit.”

“Adam are you sure? You really would trade bodies with this? Your 49 year old science teacher??”

“As long as you’re down and I get my body back. We can keep it between us.”

Mr. H grinned and pulled me into a big hug.

“Thank you Adam! You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“Of course!”

Mr. H opens up a side door that goes to the lab room.

We both sat down in the chairs. One second I was in my body and the next I turn my head to see myself sitting right beside me.

I look down at Mr. He’s older hairy hands.

“Wow that’s freaky…”

Mr. H hops up grinning stretching my body and feeling it around.

“I feel amazing!”

I look up at my face, he’s so happy. I grin at him.

“Have fun Mr. H, I’ll call you later and we can discuss when we can swap back.”

“Great and it’s Adam now!” he says jokingly.

“That’s right!”

Shorty after Mr. H left in my body, I grabbed his faculty keys and ran outside.

I FaceTimed Matt and Chris.

“Guess who?”

“Holy crap dude! You actually did it!”

“I told you I would! I got his keys too. Heading your way now.”

We gathered all of the stuff covered in boxes and headed back in.

On the way, we ran into our principle Mr. Campbell.”

“Mr. Harrison that's a lot of stuff you have their..”

Both Chris and Matt looked nervous but I knew what I had to do.

“Yes sir, Principle Campbell. It's my supplies for next semester. Matt and Chris here were nice enough to help carry it up.”

“Nice job boys, well I won't slow you all down.”

As we walked away Matt spoke up, “Dude! He really thought you were Mr. H!”

“No sh*t! That's because I am him right now dummy!”

We got to the roof and had everything set up.

Soon hundred of students rushed the roof top.

I just smiled and said to myself softly in Mr. H’s deep voice, “Success.”

The party went on for an hour before anyone figured it out. Too bad for them it was already the end of the day.

And not only that-- none of us got into trouble.

As everyone was leaving I tried to call Mr. H. No answer.

I tried a couple of times but still no answer.

“Crap! I hope he hasn't left yet.”

Meanwhile...

Mr. Harrison:

I can’t believe it! I’m young, fit, and easy on the eyes.

Being a single lonely gay guy and a underpaid, under appreciated teacher for so long has been really hard.

I get so jealous of my students because so many of them waste their youth on silly things. It’s all childish rubbish in my opinion.

No of them know what real stress is like. Keeping up with bills, going to work everyday, and having to come home to cook.

Now I get to actually enjoy myself for a bit without any of those stresses around me.

I looked down at Adam’s phone and I see my number pop up.

I was too nervous to answer it…

What if he changed his mind and wants to swap back already? Nope! I’m not ready yet, I just got this body.

He’s more than capable to find my house. It’s on my drivers license.

I’ll call him back tonight, right now I’m going to enjoy myself.

Adam:

With no answer from Mr. H I ended up going to his place.

I looked around and it’s somewhat I expected it to be on a teachers salary.

Basic decor, a couple of things hung up on the wall. Nothing too exciting.

I adventure through the rest of his place until I get to his kitchen.

I wonder…

I go through his cabinets and fridge until I finally found some kind of booze in his house.

But it’s wine which maybe the most boring thing I could think of… but what else did I expect with Mr. H?

It took me 20 minutes to get the bottle open but I finally figured it out.

I took the bottle with me to his room. After the first couple of sips I was starting to feel something.

I look down at Mr. H’s phone… still no response.

I guess I might as well get comfortable.

I take off the dress shirt he had on and changed into some work out shorts.

That’s when I came across one of his mirrors and finally took a moment to get a good look at myself in Mr. H’s body.

He’s very hairy….

And has somewhat of a belly that I guess comes with age. It’s a lot like my dads.

Ew…I feel so weirded out. Being in my teachers body shirtless. Especially my nerdy science teachers!

I looked down at his legs and feet.

They are surprisingly tan and also hairy…

I wiggled his toes.

It’s so bizarre that I had to distract myself.

So I texted Matt and Chris telling them about what happened.

Matt texts back, “oh dude that sucks! Hopefully he will call you back later.”

“Yeah, i know! Can you believe him? If either hears from him PLEASE tell him to call me.”

Both send back a thumbs up.

I sat on Mr. H’s couch wondering what to do next... Should I go to my house? Is he even at my house?

Across Town...

Mr. H:

Neither of Adam’s parents were home when I arrived. I parked his car and rushed inside.

I scrambled in excited to have some time to get acquainted with Adam’s body.

It didn't take me long to find his room. The sports awards hung up on the wall, dirty clothes all in one corner... it was a dead giveaway…

I quickly closed the door behind me, I wasn't sure what time his parents get home but didn't want to waste a minute.

Adam has this giant mirror right next to a desk, it's the perfect place to watch myself.

I felt blood rushing through me, it so wrong of me to use his body like this... Just hours ago he was my student.

That said, he is graduating tomorrow and he was the one who offered his body to me.

Plus, it’s not like anyone knows about the swap…

I pushed all of my thoughts aside.

I looked at Adam’s face in the mirror.

“I’m Adam now, tonight this is my body. I’m carefree, popular amongst my peers… I have no real stresses anymore just a fun summer ahead of me.”

I hear his voice speak those words coming from his lips.

I look down at his body. One I would have killed for at his age. I was unfortunately not coordinated enough to sports and too scared of a gym at his age…

I pull Adam’s sneakers off and was greeted by the smell of his jock feet.

The smell has always been a kink for me. I bring his shoe up to his nostrils and take a whiff.

My eyes roll back and I peel off both dirty socks.

I ball them up and take another sniff...

I felt blood heading straight to Adam’s crotch.

I grab it through his pants. I didn’t want to pull it out just yet.

I check his feet out in the mirror. The soles of his feet had a softness to them.

I’ve always had a thing for feet, hot athletic guys feet to be exact…

And Adam has a pretty pair. I flex his arm making a kissy face. I kick his one foot up posing before taking a timed photo.

I lift his arm up and smell his pit. It has this musk smell mixed with men’s deodorant.

I run Adams fingers in between his toes picking out the lent from his Nike socks.

I bury Adams face into his foot, licking it clean.

I’m hard as rock now and the top of his d%ck is sticking out from his shorts.

“Well hello! Someone’s excited to meet me,” I say greeting my new member.

I pull Adams shirt and shorts off… Now I’m just in his briefs.

His wood is pulsating…

I get a good look at his reflection.

“I’m such a cutie,” I say and goosebumps go down his spine.

I’d never believe it, the student who’s played pranks all year… the student who got on my nerves… just freely gave me his body.

I open his phone, take a couple of pictures, and download the hookup app Grindr.

The last time I tired that app no one would try and hook up with me. Guys my age seemed to prefer a hot young 20/30 something.

I bet once I upload a couple of photos, my inbox will be flooded with messages.

Especially hot college guys looking for a night of fun.

I added into the description: age: 18, tribe: Twink, bio: Athletic guy looking for another bro to mess around. Into jock feet and BJ's.

I saved it. Maybe I’m taking things too far… but it’s too late to go back now. I’m too eager for what’s about to happen next.

I pull off Adam’s briefs. And his d^ck is standing at full attention. It's about 9” inches hard.

I wrap Adam’s youthful fingers around it.

Sh^t! It's so sensitive.

I let out a soft moan jerking it.

It's such a nice d%ck and complimented with a trimmed patch of hair and a perfect set of balls.

I turn around to get a good look at his butt. Slightly fuzzy and a little plump. It's cute!

I smack it and grab a cheek.

I bring his finger and sucked on it until it was good and wet.

Gingerly worked it into his hole, I was soon able to fit two fingers inside.

I moaned louder watching myself playing with his body.

Both hands preoccupied with different ends. It felt so good.

It's a pleasure I haven't felt in year's. Not like this…

Soon his body tensed up.

All I could do was let out, OHHHhhhh fucccccckkkkKkkk”

Streams of c*m came rushing out getting all over. I was covered in it.

I reach down to taste some.

“Mhmmmm.”

I giggle to myself thinking I have to be the worst teacher ever.

A selfish thought came to me— What if I make Adam agree to stay this way for the rest of the summer?

I get to enjoy his body for awhile, he wouldn’t have to teach…

He really has no choice but to agree, he can't make me come back to the school nor does he know how the machine works.

Yep, that's it. His body is mine this summer!

I whip off his chest with his dirty socks and added them to the pile.

Opening his phone back up, I see 12 notifications. All from Grindr.

But one of the messages caught me off guard.

It says “Hey I know you’re not Adam…”

The account says discreet without any photos.

“Who is this?”

“I’m one of the few people who know Mr. H. But I’m not trying to tell anyone or anything. Just wanted to see if you wanted to come over.”

Curious I ran through my mind who Adam would have told about our swap.

He messages me again, “Here I’ll text you.”

Soon I get a text and see who Mr. Discreet is…

It’s one of his friends, Matt.

I couldn’t believe it, why would he ask me to come over?

“Here’s my address, text Adam’s parents that you’re staying here tonight. Mine are out of town 😉”

IS HE HITTING ON ME?

Nervous yet excited, I quickly took a shower and got dressed.

I texted Matt back, “On my way.”

I send another text to Adams parents. They tell me to be safe and have fun.

I get to Matt’s place and he greeted me at the door.

“Hey uhhh what should I call you haha?”

“Just Adam since I’m uhhh you know,” I say nervously.

I looked at the tall blonde guy standing in front of me.

He grins, “Okay! Come on in Adam, I hope you packed a bag.”

I look down and realized that I didn’t think about bringing a changes of clothes with me.

“I uhhh…”

“That’s okay, you can borrow some of my stuff.”

I felt a rush coming over me, thinking about wearing Matt’s clothes was kind of a turn on.

He walks me in giving me a tour, I was still cautious thinking this may be a trap of kind.

But Matt kept grinning at me.

We get to a door and he says, “So my rooms downstairs. Should we head down?”

“I ummm… I uhh…,” I couldn’t get the words out.

“Hey…you have nothing to be worried about with me. I didn’t tell Adam that we talked let alone him know I invited you here.”

“Thanks but uhhh… why am I here?”

“Well I knew you swapped with Adam, he told Chris and I about it… and I saw you post a couple of chest photos of Adam… I knew it was his body right away and… well…”

Now he was tongue tied.

“Matt, are you attracted to Adam?”

His face gets all red.

“Maybe not Adam himself, he’s very straight and really annoying. Sorry I didn’t mean it like that, I’m not that into his personality. But I don’t know… maybe with you inside I figured…”

I smiled at him, “You don’t have to explain yourself. Let’s head downstairs.”

I reach out for his hand and he wraps his fingers between mine.

We get downstairs and I offers for me to sit on his bed.

Matt pulls off his shoes, grabs his desk chair, and plants his big feet right next to me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

Matt and I talked for a bit. He asks me if I’m gay which I say yes.

“That’s crazy, I guess your sexuality transfers too?”

“Yes, we’ll sometimes. Body swapping is very grey area when it comes to that kind of stuff. One thing that very interesting is that the gay gene is stronger between swaps. For instance, Adam could become bi from being in my body.”

Matt starts busting out laughing.

“Sorry! That’s just funny to me. I know the second Adam starts thinking about some dude, he’s going to be pissed!” 

My eyes are glued to Matt’s feet and I can even smell from a foot away.

“Are my feet bothering you?” he says to me.

“Oh uh no! Not at all.”

“Are you sure because I can move them.”

“No… they are completely fine right there.”

He wiggles his socked toes and says, “wait are you into feet?”

Unsure what to say Matt interrupts my thought by saying, “because you can touch them if you want.”

He pulls off his shirt and starts rubbing his abs.

His hand rubs down to his feet and pulls off his socks.

He has this cheeky grin on him. He says to me, “Bro todays been a lot, I’m ready to relax… I could really use a foot rub right now.”

His feet are even closer to me now…

I reach for them and start massaging his soles.

“That feels good.”

He closes his eyes. I have both of his big feet laying on my lap.

I sniff one of his feet and he giggles, “that tickles bro.”

I loved the front he was putting on for me. I decided to play along.

“Sorry bro just wanted a sniff.”

“It's all good, I bet my dogs reek right now. I went hard in the gym before this. I'm so tense, to may need your help rubbing other places.”

“Sure man, what are bros for?”

I get up and walk behind him, i start rubbing his shoulders.

He stops me and grabs my hand, “dude, all of my tension is right here.”

He guides my hand and places it on his bulge. I can feel just how hard and big it is.

“Will you rub it for me please bro?”

“I got you, I want you feel good dude.”

I reach into his pants and his pink long d^ck is now in my hand.

“Adam let me get more comfortable.”

He pulls me to the bed flinging his pants and briefs off in the process.

We’re wrapping around each other and Matt undresses me.

He looks at me in the face before planting a kiss on my lips.

“You have no idea how much I’ve lusted after this body.”

“Well it’s just us, you can do whatever you want with it,” I say back to him.

We kiss again and he works his way down to my crotch.

“You even have a cute rod, I’ve seen it at sleepovers before but not hard like this,” he’s playing with Adam’s wood before tasting it.

He starts going at it but I had a special request in mind.

“Could you jerk me off with your feet?” I say to him.

“Oh that’s kind of hot! You must really like them.”

Soon Matt’s toes are wrapping around Adam’s sensitive d%ck.

I moaning so loud by this point, the feeling of Matt’s soles was something I’ve never experienced.

I watched the entire time until I came in Adams body for the second time today.

All of it landing on Matt’s feet.

Matt didn’t seem to mind, he takes one of his feet and licks it clean.

“Yum!” he says to me.

I lick his other foot clean.

He then hops on the bed, now it’s my turn.

He tells me he wants to feel my soft lips.

I start deep throating him and he’s moaning uncontrollably until he sprays into the back of my throat.

And I swallowed all of it.

We laid in bed together as I cuddled up to his long chest.

“So how long do you plan on staying as Adam?” he says playing with my hair.

“At least through the summer.”

“Perfect.”

He kisses my cheek and turns on his tv. We both laid in bed together.

I think I’m going to be spending a lot more time with Matt…

[secretpuppykid]

I’ll take the hillbilly on day 16

Soon all you could think of was getting tobacco in you no matter how, smoking, dippin, you were obsessed. Addicted.

You'd do whatever it takes now to get that satisfaction.

After sucking cock to get your latest tin you look up and notice you'rr changing, becoming hairier, dirtier, you don't give a fuck anymore, 'YeeHaw"

Fuck you loved living free boy, just a dirty redneck with tobacco in him at all times.

Doing anything to get it.

[secretpuppykid]

Hello? I am hoping you can help me pick out a costume. I don't really know what I wanna go as yet, and want your advice.

Help!

Your in luck, I have an entire section here that's been overlooked this week. Go ahead and pick something from there, I'll make it worth your wild. I winked as he moved about rows of what looked like women's clothing. Unsure of it you rush out.

What's the matter, I thought you wanted my help?

Fine if you can't choose I'll choose for you.

I can see you are terrified I'll turn you into a woman, so I decide since it's obvious, I won't I'll wait till someone makes a non descript wish to play with. I instead hand you a pair of brown leather pants, which you go in back and nervously try on. But when you find yourself still a man, your ecstatic. But the joy is quickly gone as your body begins to burn as if you a re feeling years of exercise happen in a brief window, your body muscles up, your skin begins to darken. you look in the mirror and are shocked at the stranger staring back at you.

You look so damn sexy standing there your deep brown skin and tattoos on display. You feel you ass firm up and your bulge increase as you turn to get a look at the new you.

You were turning yourself on, gone was Marvin Dinkleman, you were Now Jackson Monroe, Supermodel.

And soon you'd be having the ladies begging to get with you. MM yeah, maybe you'd start that Only Fans site now you were toying with back in the summer, You wanted the world to see the new You and worship your god like form!

Another happy customer I said as I watched the gorgeous young man exit my shop, fans rushing to him. He might not have known what he wanted when he came in but Now he's well aware of who he's to become.

[secretpuppykid]

Chav yeah?

I wish to be a rude and hot chav

Look at me, I'm god damn beautiful, but I hate that about me. I wanted something more. Something more twisted. I wanted to be a Scally Chav. I made my wish to the wishmaster. and almost immediately the changes began.

Fuck it felt good.

I was letting myself go, letting the new me takeover.

Fuck Yeah.

I could feel the new me taking over. A tat seals my fate as my jumper changes to something more suited to me. A chain wrapped around my neck setting my fate, my dick was so hard mate I couldn't think straight.

Next thing I know I'm sitting there with my mates, hard and needed to get fucked up. I really want my dick sucked by one of the fuckers that worshipped us.

there he was waiting for me bruv. Sexy and ready to get his ass pounded by a real man.

And this chav didn't disappoint, his ass would be raw by the time he left my side that night I can tell you. FUCK YEAH!

[secretpuppykid]

Test Subject A Program One

Private Johnson was being brought in for a special assignment, he wasn't sure what exactly he was being tasked to do but he knew he'd do whatever it took to serve his country. He was brought into a dark room, stripped naked and hooked up to a machine.

Private I've placed a different pill in either of your hands, take the one you wish and serve your country well. Private Johnson wasn't sure which had to choose so he went with his dominate right hand. he popped the pill and waited. Soon his body contorted. He could feel himself transforming, it felt warm, he passed out.

When he came to he was situated in front of a mirror to reveal the new him.

He couldn't get over it a large, sexy, Arab man was staring back, so much hair.

You are now Mohamed you will go undercover with enemy forces and infiltrate them, bring us the leader and you can have your old life back. Take this hookah and smoke it, once you exhale all knowledge of the new you will be loaded into your mind, the smoke exiting will be the old you and all your memories. He did as his commanders wished. Suddenly he felt light headed.

They dropped him into enemy territory where he blended right in, in fact he blended in too well as Mohamed disappeared into the ranks of the enemy army. the offered him a life he could never have as aa army private, No Mohamed was destined for great things, land, women riches, he totally forgot his assignment and became just Mohamed. The army never heard from him or saw him again. there one chance gone. Perhaps there new modification program needed some much better testing in the future.

[secretpuppykid]

New Twink About Town

I was a big guy, I usually kept to myself. One day I was dressed in my gear heading to hangout with some friends when I walked past an old woman who under her breath said something about me. But before I could see what her problem was with me I found myself lying on a bed, ass in the air and on display.

I had totally changed, no longer big, no longer in gear She had transformed me into a god damn Twink!

I sat there stressed, my entire life had been rewritten. My name was now Austin and I was known as the cock hungry Twink. I was the new top performer at the Diamond ballroom which I later found out that old lady owned. She needed new talent and went around town transforming gay guys she fancied.

She did have a bit of a heart as I spent most of my days wearing skintight leather pants like this. Here I am tied up for a special client to use my bad boy holes. I was such a dirty whore but the more I lived this new life the less I cared about what I lost. All I could think about now was whose meat I was going to be sucking tonight. Mm yeah, Fuck me Daddy!

[secretpuppykid]

Leather Twink for Life

William had spent most of his life as the perfect alpha top. But one day he seemed to piss off the wrong bottom boi. During a party a sexy little twink tried his best to get William to notice him, he desperately wanted this daddy to use him but for some reason William wouldn't give him the time of day, which really pissed this guy off. So he decided William didn't need to be a daddy anymore, so he cast a spell that would slowly turn him into a twink bottom boi like him.

The first thing he noticed was how much smaller he was both in waste size and height, though he could tell his ass was slowly getting bigger. Once he showered the former 6 foot 4 now 5 foot 4 daddy could barely see himself in the mirror, he could have sworn his face looked younger as well.

Billy as he thought of himself now seemed more energized s he rushed into his closet, all his leather had shrunk to fit his new body.

Billy was in full gear waiting to get picked up, he and the boys would be going out to night hoping to get their asses used by some sexy daddy. Billy loved his look and knew he'd be the perfect fuck toy for whhoever picked him up tonight. The scorned Twink watched as William forgot his past and fully embraced being Billy, the perfect Twink leather boy.

[secretpuppykid]

“I see you made it. Here take a seat!” Mark sat down beside the older man on the bleachers. “Why are we here. I told you what I wanted. I told you my wish. How is this going to help!?” The old man just laughed at him. “You’ll see. Come on sit down. “. Mark angrily say down beside the older man. Fuming. He had already signed a contract with the man. All he wanted was his wish. His son wanted to act like he was too good for him and wouldn’t speak to him anymore. His wish was simple. He wanted to ruin the best moment of his sons life in any way he could. “So I was thinking about your wish. And I know the way way to make it happen.” The old man sat watching the game below on the field. Mark began watching and soon realized … “hey that’s my sons team! He’s good. I told him he would always be good is he actually applied d himself…wait….he looks different”. Even Mark could tell his son was different even though he hadn’t seen him in years. It had been a long time since his son left for college and cut off all contact. He didn’t even know which college his son went to. “He is different. He came to a few weeks ago and made his own wish. Said he would pay any price. He said he wanted to be too alpha jock at his school. So I changed some stuff. Made him pack on some serious muscle mass, made him taller, feet bigger, made his metabolism shoot through the roof..” he looked over at Mark. “In fact I made him the opposite of you!” And the old man laughed.

“Great so what you’re telling me is that you made him even more unbearable! You know I can’t believe this ! You bring me here just to rub this in my face!” Mark was angrily shouting at this point and didn’t even notice the old man was counting down from 5. Mark demanded to know if the old man was even listening to him. 1. The crowd erupted as Mark’s son caught the football. Making his team win and effectively making his football career take off. The team swarmed Mark’s son to congratulate him.

The old man looked a Mark. His mouth was agape in shock. “What’s going on!?” Mark began to panic. The old man just laughed. “Well hello Gabe nice to see you again. I granted your wish.” The new Mark began to panic. “No no no! This is t my wish. I wanted to be too alpha jock! No matter the cost!!” And the old man laughed again. “Exactly. And this is the cost. You had the body of an Adonis. The top alpha jock. But I couldn’t figure out the price. And the. Your father came and said he wanted to ruin the best moment of your life in any way he could. So I knocked out two birds with one stone!”

Gabe looked down at his bulging stomach. A heavy beer gut blocking his view. “How. How!! How long do I hav to be like this!” The old man thought for a moment. “You know. Neither of you specified the time frame for either of your wishes. What’s a pity. I think you’ll need to get used to this.” Gabe began to shout. This time catching his fathers attentions who had already dropped to the ground taking his shirt off and flexing. “You can’t leave me stuck like this !” And the old man just laughed and disappeared. Leaving Mark and Gabe swapped for good.

[secretpuppykid]

I absolutely love your tfs!! And honestly, the unintended side effects usually make even better. With that in mind, I was wondering if you could tf me into a bubble-butted, airhead himbo, but like literally airheaded? Where like i get filled with air, pumping up my pecs and butt, but then i get stupider each time? And then whatever smarts i have left are let out as farts/burps?

Oh come on don’t look at me like that. You wish to be pumped up with literal air. How was I supposed to know that it would be helium making you light headed and dumb an actual brick all the time. And it had that unintended side effect of making you super muscular too! You burp and fart constantly now though as your body has been changed in to that of a himbo jock and every time anyone gets chance the ask if you want to be pumped up! You look at them like this. Wanting to say no but that dumb himbo mind won’t let you. You can’t even speak anymore can you. Trapped in a body that is built for nothing but sex and getting bigger and ever dumber than it was before. So come on. Have another pump you dumb muscle slut. I know you want to fight it now. But you literally can’t. Not anymore.

[secretpuppykid]

Right now I'm a junior in college, but I'm tired of going to class. My dad calls me a deadbeat because all I do is play videogames. The only time I'm motivated to leave the house is if i find some hot chick to screw, but my dad won't stop riding my ass about my grades!

Can you just turn me into a hardworking laborer. I don't care what trade; you can do whatever you want to me. Just give me some bluecollar job and make me good at it, so I can quit school and finally move out.

You said you don’t care what trade. How about race? I’m thinking we need a hard working Latin man on the books at the local construction yard. Sure you won’t have a family here to speak to but you can call them. Your body begins to changes quickly as this curse takes over. Hair growing in places that you never thought of before. Your feet. All over your legs. Chest. And a thick black beard grows on your face. You were 6’ before but not any longer. As you change race you being a day laborer you’re going to lose height. Down to 5’4”. Your stomach pulls in making you skinny as your arms beef up with a little muscle. Your skin becomes the perfect caramel color of your new heritage. And what’s even more is your language. No longer able to speak English or even understand it. Everything you say is thickly accented that even some of the Mexican men you work with aren’t able to understand a damn thing that comes out of that bearded face. You sweat a lot working outside all the time now and it help keep you thin. But one thing you didn’t count on was your new employer being your old father. And he’s a tough boss. Always criticizing you. Always putting the work you do down. But you can’t rebut anything. You can’t even understand what he’s saying because of the language barrier now. But you lll get used to it.

And because you’re such a poor man now just like you wished. Living on your own is going to come with expenses and you’re going to need to keep you only fans active for a long time. It’s a good thing people love to watch a hairy dumb day laborer work all day and sweat up a storm.

[secretpuppykid]

Please make me grow. I need to have testosterone enough for 50 grown men. I need to be a muscle freak

Increased testosterone has sooo many side effects. And yet you want the dose of 50 men. I find you in the gym looking at one of the biggest men there working out. A 21 year old jock from the local college. I grin as I set my magic in motion. You’re none the wiser as you continue to walk on the treadmill like a sloth.

Walking to the locker room you walk smack dab into the chest of the jock were you just watching. Your mouth even caught some of the sweat that was dripping from this pecs. He patted you on your head. Laughing. Even his sweaty hands left sweet on you as he continued to walk away back to the weight rack Little did he know your change is trigger by DNA. His DNA specifically. You sit down on the bench sweating more than usual and you begin to take your shoes off noticing how much more wet they are.

Your feet are leaving wet foot prints everywhere but what’s even more is that they aren’t your feet ! You flex the. And bend the toes but they aren’t yours ! Yours legs begin to get hairier and more muscular and you’re not even sure what to do. The changes speed up and you begging to sweat even more as you member bulges out and your underwear drops down from the weight it’s not holding. Your abs become defined as your arms bending to blow up with muscle along with your chest. Every inch of you is covered in thick greasy sweat at this point. You go to the mirror. Leaving those wet footprints in every step of your wake and you watch in shock as your face transforms into that of the jock you were watching earlier. You’re not a sex at copy of him. Only you are so much more. You have the testosterone of 50 men compared to him. And to make sure no one is any the wiser I have stuck him in your old body. Weak and feeble. He’s being forced to act like you but in his kind he knows something is not right and he screaming for help.

You go back to the lockers. Smelling like Bo. Sweat dripping from every inch of your body. You find his duffel bag and begin to get dressed in your new clothes. Even his regular clothes are covered in sweat. And they smell rancid as though they have been cleaned. Sliding on his socks even they are damp. Sliding on his shoes they are wet from all the his body produced. And that was before the boost you got. Even more is the size of them. Being much larger at a size 16. You’re going to be lumbering around in his body for the rest of your life now. I suggest keeping water nearby. You don’t want to dehydrate you sweaty stallion.

[secretpuppykid]

The Voice in Your Head

Graham was excited about moving into his new apartment. It was in a nice part of town, with good transit access to his job, plus it was pretty spacious for the price. Graham could just picture himself, his plants, maybe a boyfriend, all fitting neatly into the apartment, with its nice hardwood floors and retrofit kitchen.

So, he was quite surprised, on moving day, when the neighbour across the hall grabbed his arm and pulled him aside. “There’s something weird about that unit,” the guy hissed in a low voice.

“What are you talking about?” Graham frowned. This guy looked totally ordinary in every way, in his button-up shirt and neatly parted hair. There was no way he was some crazy conspiracy nut.

“The guys who live in there,” the guy continued, seeming frantic, “they change. Most of them get spooked and move out in a few weeks. I’ve never seen one last longer than two months. That’s why the rent is so low.”

“Bull.” Graham tugged himself free. “What is this, some kind of weird building hazing or something? What a way to greet a neighbour.”

As he marched away to unlock the door for the movers, Graham felt his new neighbour’s eyes on his back.

Even though he did his best to put the strange conversation out of his mind, Graham kept thinking about the guy’s words as he unpacked for the rest of the day. He had seemed way too sincere for a prank.

At one point, one of the movers gave a sudden shudder and dropped a box full of Graham’s work shirts and coat hangers. “Sorry,” he muttered, blinking away the wild look in his eyes as his coworkers stared, “there was a...smell.” Graham noticed that he was one of the first to leave the apartment to go wait in the moving van once everything was carried in.

Left alone after the movers set up the basics—bed, couch, dining table, desk, TV stand—Graham stood in the kitchen, trying to recapture his excitement for the new apartment. He couldn’t help feeling like the sunlight through the big windows of the living room looked a little watery, like it couldn’t fully enter the space. Even though it was nice and warm inside the apartment, Graham felt strangely clammy, and he couldn’t settle down.

In an attempt to use the restless energy, Graham paced to the bedroom and cut open his boxes of work clothes. He had a pretty ordinary cubicle job, so there was a certain standard of professionalism to meet, but Graham also loved business clothes. Getting dressed for work, for Graham, was like putting on a professional person, like he could pretend to be someone else for 8 hours a day. He had dozens of slim-fit button-ups for his skinny body, perfectly chosen to match his pale skin. Matching sets of slacks and blazers quickly filled the closet.

The action was soothing, and pretty soon Graham was unpacking his loafers. He’d cleaned them before putting them in the box, but he decided to give them a quick polish before putting them on the shoe rack. As he went to get a rag, Graham suddenly thought, I bet those won’t fit for long.

He stopped, halfway to the kitchen. The thought had been so out of character and strange. But, it sounded like his internal voice. It was a weird feeling.

Don’t worry about it.

Graham shook his head and resolved not to worry about it, grabbing the rag and putting his shoes away.

That night, Graham had trouble getting to sleep. It was like he couldn’t get warm, even under all the covers. He tossed and turned until, finally, he drifted off.

It was still dark when his eyes opened. Somewhere around 4 AM. Feeling strangely detached from himself, Graham swung out of bed and padded to the bathroom.

Looking into the mirror in the darkness, Graham found himself stripping out of his silk pyjamas to see his own skinny, pale body. His lips moved, and Graham heard himself mumble, “We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

As if puppeted by someone else, Graham’s body moved through a series of bodybuilding poses. “There’s potential, though,” he heard himself mumble into the darkness.

He lifted up his arm and stuck his nose into his armpit, frowning. “Don’t worry, dude, you’re in good hands,” Graham’s voice told him. “I’ll go slow so you don’t get spooked.” Then he chuckled to himself. “Heh, spooked.”

The morning sun had Graham blinking awake. He’d had a strange dream, talking to himself in the bathroom. But as he pushed aside the covers, Graham frowned. He was naked, even though he always slept in pyjamas.

The pyjamas were on the bathroom floor, tossed carelessly. Well, Graham thought, maybe he’d overheated…while on the toilet.

Anyway, he’d been too tired to take a shower last night, but he definitely needed one before work today. Graham stepped into the shower and turned the tap, but was disappointed to hear a gurgling somewhere in the pipes. Only a few drops came out.

One more day won’t hurt.

“One more day won’t hurt,” Graham said, vocalising what his inner voice had said. He would email the building manager and get the shower fixed today. In the meantime, he applied a few extra layers of deodorant and fixed his hair as best as he could.

Still, Graham was self-conscious all day. He dreaded any coworker getting close enough to smell him or notice that his skin was a little greasy. By lunch break, he had rehearsed in his head a whole speech about walking to work to explain why he was so gross. It was a relief when the clock hit 5 PM and no one commented.

The repair man was standing outside Graham’s apartment when he got home, and he let them in. Apparently, there was nothing obviously wrong with the shower. It even ran on the repair man’s first try at turning the tap. Still, the man recommended that Graham put aside some tap water in case it kept acting up. At least he could take a sponge bath.

No problem, it’s not an urgent fix.

“No problem, it’s not an urgent fix.” Graham wasn’t sure why he’d said that. It was like someone else had spoken through his lips. It was kind of urgent to have regular showers. But he shook hands with the repair man and smiled as he saw him out. If the shower was just randomly acting up, he’d learn to adapt to it.

The guy across the hall looked out his door while Graham stood there, thinking through the strange thought he’d had. “You okay?” he asked. “Nothing…weird happening in there?”

Nothing to worry about.

“Nothing to worry about.” Graham smiled at his neighbour. Yeah, he was feeling pretty relaxed. With his move done, he really did have nothing to worry about. He was just jittery about his new place. “Graham, by the way.”

“Leo,” said the neighbour, still looking rather nervous. “You sure? Usually, guys go screaming down the hall their first night, yelling about feet and nightmares, like they're being haunted.”

Not this time.

“Not this time.” Maybe Leo really was some kind of conspiracy theorist. Graham still had more unpacking to do. “Nice to meet you.” He closed the door.

First things first, though, Graham wanted to finally get his first shower in his new place. He went and turned the tap.

Nothing.

Graham took a deep breath to calm himself down and went to fill a pot with water from the kitchen sink.

Hahahahaha. Laughter filled his mind. Graham froze in the middle of the kitchen. No matter what, his mental voice laughing at him couldn’t be a good sign, right?

The only thing to do with a problem is laugh.

That logic seemed sound. It wasn’t the way Graham usually dealt with problems, though. He was the kind of guy who tended to panic at the slightest opportunity.

He must be maturing.

Chuckling a bit to himself, Graham went to get his basin of water for a sponge bath.

The sponge baths really weren’t so bad, and by the time the shower started working randomly a few days later, Graham couldn’t find any of his soap or shampoo. He had a vague memory of dreaming that he’d thrown them out, but that was ridiculous. Every time he thought about getting more bathing supplies, he’d have the thought that it was just a lot of effort. He was doing fine with water alone, why complicate it?

One night a week or so after his move, Graham found himself staring at his ceiling late in the night. He must be dreaming again. He felt his lips move. “I think I’m gonna try moving in for real, just a bit. Don’t mind me.”

Suddenly, Graham’s feet went ice cold, and a strange, wet, slippery sensation slid into his feet. They felt…tight, like they were overfull somehow.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be a tight fit. Don’t worry, I’ll work you in slowly,” said Graham’s mouth.

Still with that strange, distant sensation, as if he wasn’t in control of his body, Graham sat up in bed and swung his feet to the floor. He watched as his toes wriggled and something shifted under the skin. They did look a little bloated. Over several minutes, Graham watched like a passenger while his feet flexed back and forth, looking a little larger with each twist of the arch and ankle. Dark hair began to sprout on his growing toes.

At last, they seemed to stabilise, and Graham’s body lifted his right foot up. A faint, but distinctive, aroma rose from the massive sole. “Mmm, smells like being alive,” said Graham’s mouth with a smirk.

The next morning, Graham laid in bed for a long time. He’d never been a foot guy, so this dream was especially strange. He realised, thinking back on it, that his cock had, in fact, been hard the entire time. There was even a stain in his Calvins—somehow, every night he’d worn pyjamas to bed he’d tossed them off while dreaming—like he’d had a wet dream.

When he got out of bed, he wondered why his feet looked oddly tan against the skin of his legs. And, later, why they felt strangely snug in his loafers. They pinched where they had felt perfectly comfortable before.

When he got home, it was a relief to tear his shoes off, but Graham wrinkled his nose at the sharp aroma emanating from his sweaty socks. That was it, he resolved, he needed to stop procrastinating and wash himself properly again.

But it is sort of hot.

Graham paused as he was about to start making a shopping list. If he really thought about it, the scent was kind of hot. No one had mentioned that Graham wasn’t soaping up his body or deodorizing anymore. The smell from his feet hadn’t bothered anyone. It was like it was his own little dirty secret. Like another role he could play underneath his work role.

And the smell really was sort of attractive.

“New shoes” went on the shopping list.

Some sneakers, too. To get really smelly.

Right, Graham didn’t want to mess up any work shoes as he experimented with this new interest of his. “Sneakers.”

It was like his dream had opened a floodgate. Every night, Graham dreamed of his feet growing erotically, and each day they were just a bit larger, with just a bit more stink built up on them. In his dreams, Graham talked to himself, talking about getting gym equipment, a bunch of new clothes, even about how boring Graham found his job.

More and more, Graham found himself agreeing with his dreaming self. One evening, he put a bunch of gym equipment into his Amazon cart, then turned off his computer. Gym stuff cost a lot of money, he needed to be sure he wanted to buy it. But that night, he dreamed about sitting at his computer to finalise the order, and the equipment arrived a few days later. At that point, it seemed like a waste to return it, so Graham set it up in the spare room, where he had originally planned to have a library.

Books are boring.

Graham had decided books were boring.

Any time he was at home now, Graham kept finding himself thinking, “I should do a few reps.” The results were unbelievable, with muscles thickening all over his body in what seemed like just a few days. It wasn’t long before Graham was outgrowing all of his clothes, quickly wearing out three new pairs of jeans in as many weeks.

Sweats are better anyway.

Graham’s new fitness obsession extended into his dreams, too. The cold, slippery sensation still enveloped his feet every night, but it also covered most of his body now. In his dreams, Graham would feel himself get out of bed and strut to the bathroom to pose and flex as his muscles grew larger and larger, until they bulged off his frame.

Once his muscles had grown thick and tanned dark, Graham’s dreams went in a few different directions. Often, he would watch in the mirror as he sniffed his armpits or feet, jacking the thick, musky foreign cock that had grown in place of his average, cut dick. Sometimes, Graham would hear himself say, “Nah, needs some more,” after sniffing himself. Then, he would go to his home gym and pump out reps until he was coated in sweat.

He always woke up aching and coated in stale sweat after those dreams, with a pungent scent emanating from his armpits and shockingly larger feet.

Every few nights, Graham had a dream where he would run his thick, callused hands over his neck and face, subtly pinching and compressing his face until a handsome stranger looked back at him in the mirror. “There, that’s the real me,” he would say to himself in a deep, smokey voice.

After those dreams, Graham was always surprised to see his normal face in the mirror. And yet, there would be a familiar sharpness to his jaw, or the set of his dark eyebrows, that reminded him of the face in his dreams.

The world outside his apartment felt increasingly strange. It was like a part of his internal voice was missing. He had trouble understanding his own thoughts, now. It was like he was a jumble of two different people. Had he really used to spend most of his free time reading library books? Was he really the kind of guy who didn’t put himself up for a bonus at the end of the year?

The apartment was safe and secure. It was like Graham’s mind was wrapped in calm and good sense as soon as he walked in. His mind spoke louder, which let him make better decisions, like the time that he wore sweats and T-shirt to work. It had made perfect sense when he walked out the door, but then he had stumbled over his words when he tried to explain to his boss why he was dressed appropriately for work.

Long story short, Graham was arriving home early today. He was just unlocking his door when Leo came barrelling up the stairs in running gear. He stopped when he spotted Graham, just stepping over the threshold and into the wonderful calm of his apartment.

“Who are—Graham?” Leo stared at him. “Is that really you?”

Graham looked down at himself, then back over at Leo. “Uh, yeah?”

“No way. You’re so…muscular and tan. I barely recognise your face.”

“Yeah, I had a bit of a growth spurt.” Graham flexed a bicep with a grin.

“A growth spurt powered by anabolics and a talented plastic surgeon, sure,” Leo was frowning at him.

Graham was kind of offended by his rude neighbour. He’d put a lot of hard work into this body!

Yeah, I have. Get him in the apartment.

“Look,” Graham sighed, the words spilling from his lips like in his dreams, “I’ve had a bad day. Just come inside if you want to talk.”

Leo seemed to hesitate, just for an instant. “But that’s the—“

“Either get inside, or get out of my face.” Graham’s voice sounded a bit gruff to his ears, beyond just the depth that it had gained over the months he’d lived here. It was like it was another man’s voice.

Leo shook himself. “Okay.” He steeled himself and followed Graham over the threshold.

Perfect.

“Whew, it’s ripe in here, man,” Leo observed. “Do you ever shower?”

“Just with cold water.” Graham kicked out of his sneakers, freeing his massive, socked feet and stretching them out. More and more, he felt separate from his body, as if he was watching it move. Still, it hadn’t done anything he wouldn’t have done, he thought. He was just playing another role.

“Well, clearly, it’s not…enough…” Graham watched, his mouth held in a strange smile, as Leo seemed to lose his train of thought. The man’s nostrils flared, and he swayed slightly.

“Yeah, not so mighty and judgmental anymore,” said Graham’s voice. “You’ve forced me to move up my schedule a bit, but it’s not a problem.”

Leo licked his lips before answering. “Sorry, sir,” he said thickly.

“You’re the guy who’s been helping my potential bodies escape, aren’t you?”

“I warn them about this apartment…I keep listings for new places they can go…” Leo’s eyes started to clear, and he shook his head. “No, wait, what the fuck—“

In a flash, Graham leapt into action. He didn’t know how he got one of his sneakers in his hand, but he grabbed Leo in a headlock and shoved his face into the putrid interior. “Nuh-uh-uh, no escapes or exorcisms this time,” Graham’s voice whispered, as Leo thrashed in his strong arms. “The more you fight, the more you fall. Isn’t it hot? My sexy, sweaty new body all around you, and the smell and taste of my foot musk all over your face?”

As Graham spoke, Leo’s struggles weakened. Graham watched with amusement as they both slumped to the floor, a rock-hard boner growing in Leo’s running shorts.

Finally, Graham’s grip on the sneaker loosened, even as Leo reached up to hold it himself. “Look, this is all just a misunderstanding,” Graham’s said soothingly. “You’ve thought I was a sexy beast since I moved in, right? You loved my big, musky muscles and my foot stink. That’s why you made up that story about a haunted apartment.”

Leo’s eyes seemed to be rolling uncontrollably in his head, but he nodded.

“Now I’ve finally noticed you and invited you inside. You just couldn’t help yourself, you foot slut. You were gonna tackle me before I gave you that shoe to lick.”

Leo nodded fervently, moaning. A wet spot was forming at his crotch.

“Now we’re gonna go to the bedroom and I’m gonna shove my cheesy uncut cock in that virgin hole of yours, okay bro?”

“Fuck,” Leo gasped, muffled through the shoe. “Fuck yes, Graham.”

“Nah, man,” said Graham’s voice, picking Leo up like he was a doll, “I’d rather you call me Grey.”

As Grey’s thick cock entered Leo, Graham found himself watching as if from outside himself. He could see his own handsome, angular face as he fucked Leo. He could see Grey’s massive, musky feet shift as he gained a better angle to make Leo squeal. He could even watch the dribbles of sweat run over his thick ass as his voice gave short, sharp pants.

“Fuck yeah,” Grey said to himself in a harsh voice, picking up the pace.

“This is my body.”

“This is my fucking musk temple.”

“Made it all by my-fucking-self.”

“Feels fucking good to be alive.”

As Grey buried his thick, musky cock deep in Leo, shaking through his orgasm, Graham found himself back inside his body. Once again, he watched like a passenger as Grey licked his load out of Leo’s asshole, then sent his happy new foot slut on his way with a spare sneaker and instructions to stop using soap and add Grey's contact info to his bank account.

Eventually, Grey lounged on the couch, naked, idly stroking his slimy, still-lubed cock and scrolling through Grindr. “What do you think, Graham?” he said out loud. “Since it's my first night able to leave the apartment, I should go crash some boys’ b-ball game and make some more foot slaves, right?”

Graham couldn’t help but agree. He was just the voice in Grey’s head, after all.

This story is a slightly belated holiday gift for @idesofrevolution! Happy holidays, and here's to a hot and sexy new year ;)