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Streamer to Streamer: Pride

Released just in time for the end of Pride month! Although, pride doesn't just end in June, does it...? 👀 This is one of my first Patreon stories, so I initially planned on trying to rewrite it, but IRL stuff prevented me from finishing it in time. So, I've decided to release it as-is, providing a bit of a time capsule to showcase how much my writing has progressed since writing this back in 2022. I hope you enjoy!

As Will Henderson made his way home from work, there was a slight pep in his step as he thought about his evening plans. Not only was he going to download and try out the new public test beta for one of his favorite games Dead By Daylight, but he was also going to do it live on his Twitch account. Ever since he had finally committed to becoming a regular streamer around four months ago, Will had found himself quite impressed by his growth in terms of followers. 

But as time went on and he continued to beat several of his own personal follower goals, there was something in his mind that left him quite dedicated to continuing his steady but impressive growth and reaching impressive milestones such as having over 1,000 followers. Given his current follower count though at just over 250 followers, the amount of followers he needed was quite a long shot within the predetermined time limit he gave to himself (a single month). Although most people would assume this hyper-fixation on his follower count was a negative side effect of his newfound reliance on this social platform, the reality was something much more wholesome. For years, Will had loathed his shitty retail job and thus wanted to leave it as soon as possible, so with his growing popularity on Twitch, the man believed that this along with his side gig as a transformation writer would be the perfect way for him to finally leave that career behind and do something that better fulfilled him.

However, almost immediately after loading into his first match, Will’s optimistic mood quickly soured as he found himself becoming the target of the killer as they quickly tunneled him to death. The killer was so dead set on killing him that not even the assistance of fellow survivors trying to take the killer’s attention away was effective enough to help Will survive longer than five minutes! 

As each additional match occurred, the man found himself enduring the same type of games that involved him being tunneled immediately to death. Trying to remedy this, the man tried his best to recruit some of his viewers and fellow streamer friends to try and help him survive longer than a few minutes. But not even this precaution was able to assist Will in his gaming struggles as he quickly began to piece together that the killers had been stream-sniping him and purposely putting on perks that prevented his friends from helping him survive long enough. 

After so many consecutive matches that went poorly, it wasn’t much of a shock to Will that his viewer count on the stream had begun to drop like a rock. Before the end of hour two of his stream, he now only had 4 active viewers. Although there was a slight relief to know that he still had a small core group of people that stood by him no matter how terrible the stream was going, this did little to counteract the man’s increased anger as his follower count had actually also dropped by over 10 people throughout the stream. 

Feeling his goals of becoming successful enough to stop retail work forever becoming more and more distant, it wasn’t a shock then that Will had finally reached his breaking point and instead opted to end his stream prematurely. “Alright you guys, I think it’s safe to say that today’s been a terrible gaming day. So I think I’m just gonna call it a night now and go relax for the rest of the evening,” he began, trying his best to flash a smile and conceal his pure unbridled rage at the situation.

But just as Will began to go through his closing goodbyes while also searching through the list of active streamers he liked for someone to raid, a sudden noise notification caused him to immediately stop speaking. Looking to see what it was, the man was understandably a bit confused when he saw that one of his first followers (who went by the name Soul) had redeemed enough channel points to purchase a cosplay stream from him. “Oh uh, well thanks for watching enough to redeem a cosplay stream Soul,” Will said, undeniably feeling a bit more chipper due to realizing that at least one of his followers was supportive enough to watch his stream so often that he could accumulate the 20,000 channel points necessary. “What would you like to see me cosplay as?” he continued, looking towards the chat and watching as his anonymous donor finally posted his response.

SoulC: Since it’s almost pride month, how about David King?

Upon hearing the mention of one of his favorite characters (and video game crushes), it wasn’t a surprise that Will immediately perked up at the concept. Although he loved the idea, his desire to end the stream and lack of proper material to pull off a David cosplay forced him to quickly shoot the idea down. “Oh yeah, that sounds great,” he said, smiling at the camera as he took a moment to give the devastating final blow. “Unfortunately, I’m not in the right mood to keep playing tonight and I don’t even have the right materials for the cosplay. I’ll have to chat with you later tonight so we can figure out a different date for me to do that stream.”

SoulC: Nah, you should do it now. Please king! 🥺

Confused and a bit unnerved as to why the stranger was being so pushy, Will’s mouth was slightly agape as he tried to formulate a response and not accidentally take out his own annoyance and anger. Failing to come up with something though, the man proceeded to just continue his speech by announcing who he had chosen for his small following to go raid: an Australian streamer named GoatedGaymer.

For a while now, the streamer had been one of Will’s biggest crushes not only due to just how buff he was, but also due to the fact that he was a belt-winning wrestler, a member of the LGBT+ community, and also another Dead By Daylight streamer. So when he saw that the man, whose real name was Dave, had just opened up his stream and had the “stream will begin soon” logo all over the page, he felt it was the perfect timing to promote a favorite streamer and also potentially get a shoutout from the hunk for helping bring more people to his stream. But before he finally typed out the command to initiate the raid, Will’s eyebrows raised upon seeing Soul’s final message in the chat.

SoulC: Fuck it, I think I’ve got a better idea! See you soon 😏

As he took a moment to think about the message, Will found himself still quite puzzled about what the viewer meant by the statement. Trying to not pay it much mind though, the man finally offered up his final goodbyes and turned his camera off. Typing out the raid command, Will finally entered Dave’s account name and prepared to finally send his viewers to the hunky gay wrestler. 

But just as he hit the enter button on his keyboard, Will’s mind was suddenly overloaded with feelings of fear and shock as the sudden jolt of electricity coursed through his body. Worried that he had somehow caused a loose connection in his desktop and electrocuted himself, the man could only mentally scold himself for a few moments before finally falling back into his chair and into a state of complete unconsciousness. 

* * * * *

As Will finally began to stir awake, there were multiple things that instantly sounded alarms in the man’s mind. First of all, a cold sensation permeated through the entire left side of his body. On top of that, the feeling of a slight breeze against his chest quickly informed the man that he had somehow become shirtless after fainting. As he slowly groaned from a peculiar mix of lethargy and a twinge of a migraine rattling around in his skull, Will finally parted his eyes open to try and get a better look at what was going on. 

Upon doing so, the British man was understandably confused and quite alarmed to find himself laying on a cold tile floor. Although he easily recalled passing out in his gaming chair, this memory was at odds with Will’s vision as the sight of a porcelain toilet and bathtub informed him that he was in a bathroom. Although that was certainly concerning, Will’s mind was further boggled as he slowly pulled himself back onto his feet and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. Somehow, it wasn’t his body staring back at him!

“Holy shit,” Will exclaimed, causing not only his eyes to widen but his dick to instantly twitch upon hearing the deep and heavy Australian accent that he now possessed. As he continued to curiously observe the man’s features though, Will’s mind instantly recognized the body in his reflection. It was his long-term Twitch crush GoatedGaymer! For over a year he had watched Dave flex and show off his muscles on stream, so it was incredibly bizarre for Will to now realize that he was the one in control of that same hunky body.

Although it seemed unlikely that there was anything more that Dave could do to make Will more of a fan, his lust only grew when he found out that the Aussie streamer loved to do cosplay streams just like Will. Although many of these streams were an easy way for Will to get turned on, by far his favorite cosplay was when the man dressed up as Will’s favorite DBD character David King. It was truly uncanny how much Dave resembled the aforementioned character, which only caused Will to start piecing things together. Thinking back, the man recalled the fact that Soul had redeemed a David King cosplay stream before he ended his stream. To add even more mystery to the man’s demand, Will remembered that Soul said that he “had a better idea”. Obviously, Will knew that both men had a shared interest in transformation stories, but was it actually possible that Soul not only had the interest but also the ability to swap him into Dave’s body? 

Speaking of Dave’s body, Will’s attention quickly returned to it as he looked back at himself in the mirror and saw the hairy and beefy body he now possessed. Eager to get a closer and more personal look though, the man simply tilted his head downwards and admired his physique. While it was certainly interesting to see the man’s solid pecs and the thick coating of hair that spread across practically every inch of his body, Will couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the man’s bushy beard that tickled his upper chest due to just how long the facial hair had grown. 

Remembering the fact that he doesn’t have to be a passive observer, Will found himself quickly putting his new hands (and painted nails) to use as he eagerly felt up his new body. Feeling the thick muscle that populated his chest and biceps was like a dream come true, especially since Will’s own muscle growth had fizzled out due to his attitude towards the gym routine growing quite lax recently due to the constant stress of his job and its lackluster salary.

Traveling further down his new body, Will felt along his stomach and loved every moment of it. Although Dave didn’t have any defined abs, Will certainly picked up on the strong core of a wrestler who needed to be resilient enough to endure against any resistance met in the ring. Continuing past his waistline, the man couldn’t resist taking a quick peek underneath the bright blue and yellow briefs he now wore to take a look at his new manhood. 

Given the fact that Dave’s husband was a much smaller and leaner man, Will had always assumed that Dave was the top in the relationship. So upon reaching into his pants and discovering the thick and girthy manhood he now possessed, the man couldn't help but smirk at knowing his guess was correct. With a buff, hairy, and well-endowed body like this, Dave was the best possible example of a top that he had ever encountered!

However as his hands pulled out of the underwear and traversed back to the man’s ass, Will was relieved to find a sizable and firm bubble butt that was a testament to just how thorough Dave’s gym workouts were. Clearly, not a single inch of his body from his neck to his calves was skipped when it came to exercising!

As he continued to move closer to the mirror to get a better look at his new visage, the sensation of cold tile on his right foot was replaced with the feeling of a warm rectangular object. Upon looking down to the floor, Will couldn’t help but smile as he saw an iPhone lying there. After leaning down and picking it up, Will finally decided to try contacting SoulC and figuring out what exactly happened.

Moving with haste, the man quickly opened up his Twitch app and saw that GoatedGaymer’s video was still on the “stay tuned” screen. Thinking ahead of himself, Will tried to combat the potential of the real Dave trying to take back control of his accounts by quickly changing the passwords before sending a friend request to Soul’s Twitch account. Luckily the man didn’t have to wait long for Soul’s arrival as he quickly accepted the request and Will fired off a quick and to-the-point DM.

GoatedGaymer: How did you do this?!

Watching as he saw the notification that Soul was typing, Will tapped his foot along the tiled floor as he awaited a response. To his slight annoyance though, Soul’s response tried to skirt around the topic.

Soul-Controller: Holy shit, you’re GoatedGaymer! My friend and I have been fans of yours for a long time…

Groaning at the man’s attempt at trying to keep up the bit, Will wasted no time cutting right to the point once again.

GoatedGaymer: Cut the shit man, I’m not mad or anything. I just want to know why and how you did this!

Soul-Controller: Well shit… I could have kept that act going for a looong time! But uh, that’s good that you’re not mad then. I figured it would be a pleasant surprise for you.

Before Will could type back a response, the man stopped himself as the typing from Soul continued and a new message quickly followed.

Soul-Controller: As for why and how I did it, you were going to end your stream before doing my cosplay request. On top of that, I’ve been itching to test out some more body swaps, so I figured that this was the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. You’ll get to cosplay a new life with a perfect David King-styled body while I get to see one of my favorite streamers happy and living his best life. I mean, what’s not to love about that?

Upon reading that response, Will couldn’t help but blush from such bizarre yet exciting kindness. Given the fact that he had a career as an underpaid cashier that he absolutely loathed, every aspect of Dave’s life seemed like an upgrade to him. Not only would he be able to have a much more successful Twitch career, but Will would also be able to fully realize his dream of becoming a wrestler. In fact, just the thought of squeezing this new bulky body into a singlet and dominating in the ring was enough to get the man turned on once again.

Before Will could even attempt to formulate a heartfelt response to Soul, another message quickly came through that immediately made the man burst out into a deep and hearty chuckle.

Soul-Controller: So uh, care to send a photo so I can see the end result of my handiwork? 👀

Thinking that it was the least he could do, Will agreed to the man’s inquiry and quickly pulled open the camera on his phone. After sending a few photos that showed off his hairy and nearly nude body, he quickly began to ponder the other aspects of Dave’s life that he would have to get used to. Given the fact that he was now an Australian man, there was the unfortunate fact that living closer to the Equator would result in him having to endure near-constant heat. But to his relief, it seemed as though Australia was civilized enough to the point of having top-tier air conditioning that made staying indoors a safe haven from the heat.

Although this aspect of life was certainly going to take some getting used to, Will’s biggest concern was in the recollection of the fact that Dave was a married man. While Will certainly wasn’t opposed to the fact of having someone there that he could spend time with as he continued to acclimate to his new life, there was the constant threat of his husband (who Will didn’t even know the name of) figuring out that something fishy was going on.

While his mind continued to worry about the potential of being discovered by Dave’s husband, those thoughts were quickly interrupted by the ding of a notification from his phone. Opening it back up, he saw a new message from Soul waiting for him.

Soul-Controller: Yassss, you look great king! Don’t forget though, you gotta get out there and start streaming. Your fans are waiting for you! Make sure to do your best David cosplay too (for obvious reasons)... 😏

Upon being reminded of the crowd waiting for him, Will quickly thanked him before setting the phone down and pulling out hair product and some makeup. Given his hunky new body, the man had the perfect cosplay idea to truly sell himself as David King. So with haste, the man slicked his hair back and began applying some fake lacerations vertically across his eye and horizontally across his thicker nose. With his head now perfectly resembling David’s, Will opted to remain shirtless due to David’s own shirtless torso skin (and his own desire to stare down at his shirtless self occasionally during the stream). After pulling on a pair of shorts that were hanging off of the shower rack, Will’s first ever cosplay as David King was now complete. With a mix of pure excitement and anxiety running through his veins, Will gave a wide smile to reassure himself in the mirror before finally turning and exiting the bathroom.

As he began to wander down the hallways of his new residence, Will quietly peeked into each room in search of Dave’s streaming area. Throughout his journey though, the man’s eyes couldn’t resist traveling across the various picture frames that lined the hallways. In each one, there were adorable photos of Dave and his husband together in various locations that ranged from exotic vacations to the wrestling ring where Dave performed. Although he originally didn’t have much attraction to the man’s leaner husband prior to the swap, it seemed as though Dave’s muscle memory was unshakable as Will’s cock grew hard upon looking at a beach photo that showcased the man’s lean and shirtless torso. Luckily though, Will wasn’t too upset about the new attraction he felt. Not only would it help him fit in better as Dave, but it would also provide some enjoyment when it came to physical intimacy with his husband!

Luckily though after peeking into the fifth door down the hallway, the lit screen of a desktop computer informed Will of reaching his desired location. As he walked in and shut the door, the former Brit had a look of awe on his face as he observed the all-too familiar setup he had seen countless times in Dave’s streams. Upon physically running his fingers along the man’s shelf of collectables and full-size cutout of Dave’s wrestling photo, Will was quite charged up and eager to dive right into the life of Dave Marshall. As such, the man quickly took a seat in the gaming chair and verified that his microphone and camera were all set up properly. Once everything was ready to go, Will smiled to himself as he officially began his first ever livestream as GoatedGaymer.

“Good evening everyone, how are we all doing,” Will cheerfully said, smiling as he watched a slew of comments finally begin to emerge in the chat. Instinctively, he couldn’t help but run his hands through his thick beard as he felt surprisingly at ease as soon as he turned on the camera. “I apologize for the slight delay, I wanted to surprise all of you with a special cosplay as David. Unfortunately, I got a bit too caught up on making sure this makeup was character-accurate and it took far longer than expected!”

As he finished speaking and turned to look at chat, Will couldn’t help but smirk to himself as he saw the slew of compliments directed his way. Not only did his makeup skills get hefty praise for looking exactly like David King in the game, but Dave’s beefy and hairy body was also another source of praise that Will received. Reading thirst comments that said things along the lines of “it’s ok king, it’s worth it for the shirtless stream 🤤”, Will couldn’t resist blushing and sending equally complimentary responses towards the adoring fans he now had.

After continuing this process for several minutes though, Will quickly scrolled all of the way to the top of the chat so he could see what was said prior to his arrival. Chuckling to himself, he saw the notice of being raided by “WarriorWill” as one of the first messages to pop up in the chat. As he continued to scroll down though, Will couldn’t help but smirk as he read the first comment left from his old account. “What the fuck did you do to me?” it said, which caused the man to stifle his laughter as he found that the real Dave hadn’t sent any messages since. 

Upon scrolling back down to the bottom of the chat to read the newest messages, a sudden buzz from his phone caused Will to stop what he was doing. After unlocking the phone and checking the notification, Will was quite amused to see that a failed log-in attempt on Dave’s Twitch had just been attempted in the UK. Although Dave was trying his best to get his account back, the attempts would all be in vain because Will was luckily two steps ahead of the hunky wrestler. Realizing that the real Dave is still watching the stream from his “WarriorWill” account, Will felt a devilish urge to taunt the man for losing not only his body but also his husband and career.

“Oh would you look at that, it seems as though I missed a raid while I was getting ready,” he exclaimed, smiling widely at the camera to appear entirely cheerful for most while truly just being extremely taunting towards the real Dave. “Thank you WarriorWill for raiding the stream, how did your stream go? Were you playing DBD as well?” he inquired, fully knowing the answer but just attempting to garner a response from the body-swapped man.

To both Will’s amusement and the fellow viewers in the stream, the response offered by the real Dave was quite hilarious.

WarriorWill: Go fuck yourself you prick!

As the chat immediately went on the defensive though and began to call out the rude raider, Will tried his best to calm the chat down and try to pursue a conversation with the man. “Ok everyone, let’s just take a minute to settle down. Clearly, this man has a problem with me and I’d like to get to the bottom of it. As for you WarriorWill, I think we can have a nice and civil conversation without the need for profanity, my friend. So mods, please do not ban WarriorWill until I say so,” Will slyly said, watching as Dave’s moderators responded with statements of agreement while the regular viewers went silent for a moment. “So what seems to be the problem WarriorWill? Why do you have such intense hatred for me to the point where you’d raid my stream just to shit-talk me?” the man inquired, looking inquisitively towards the camera despite knowing full well why the account was furious at him.

WarriorWill: Because you stole my fucking life!

WarriorWill: I’m the real Dave Marshall, you took EVERYTHING from me!

As he opened up Dead By Daylight and quickly entered a solo lobby, Will took a moment to read through the message and try to play dumb about the whole thing. Clearly he couldn’t reveal the truth and completely knowingly ridicule the man, so the only real avenue in Will’s mind was to completely gaslight the man while slyly taunting him. 

“You’re saying I stole your life? How do you expect me to do that bro, I don’t even know who you are,” Will retorted, reveling in his Aussie accent and “bro-ish” speech as he chuckled at the man’s chat messages. “I think both myself and my viewers can confirm that I am the real Dave Marshall… right guys? I mean, you’re really saying that we’ve swapped bodies? That’s ridiculous man,” he said, immediately bursting out into laughter as he tried to downplay the reality of the situation. 

As he took a moment to look at the chat messages that were beginning to quickly emerge, it seemed as though Will’s plan was working as Dave’s viewers began to taunt WarriorWill and call him “pathetic” and a “total loser”. Although he was happy to get the viewers on his side and not think that the real Dave was being serious about the swap accusations, Will was quick to try and stop them from continuing to harass the man.

“In all honesty though WarriorWill, I’m just going to interpret your comments as the highest form of flattery. I just checked your page and I think I understand why you’re so upset now. Based on your follower count and average stream views, I’m afraid to say that you’re not doing so hot dude. Only 267 followers after months of streaming, that’s really rough! So yeah, although I get why you’d want to replicate my kind of success, it seems like you just lack the natural charisma that I have,” he said, flashing a pearly white grin towards the camera and continuing to speak. 

“Given the fact that you’re over 17,000 followers short and not nearly as buff and attractive as me, I think you’ve still got a long way to go until you can ever successfully say that you’ve got a Twitch career and life that resembles mine,” Will cockily exclaimed, taking another opportunity to further taunt the man by lifting up his arms and flexing his beefy wrestler muscles.

But as Will sat in his gaming chair and awaited the real Dave’s response, the sudden noise of a door opening caused him to turn away from the computer screen and see that Dave’s husband had entered the room. Although he was understandably nervous by the man’s arrival due to having to try and pretend to perfectly become “Dave Marshall”, the sudden tenting within his shorts made it clear that he was quite turned-on by his arrival. It was such a dizzying experience for the man in terms of having to keep up a persona while also trying to deal with these newfound emotions, but a compromise between these two variables emerged as the man leaned down and gave Will a kiss on the lips. 

“Hey there babe, how’s the stream going so far,” he inquired upon pulling back from Will’s new lips. As the husband then flashed an adorable smile, Will couldn’t help but blush slightly at just how hot the man was becoming in his eyes. He was behaving like a horny teenager given his raging boner and constant blushing from just a morsel of attention from his new husband!

“I- uh, it’s um, going good,” Will responded, trying his best to remain calm as he looked into the eyes of his new husband. “Just uh, talking with chat before playing some DBD,” he continued, finally starting to push aside his bashful nervousness towards the man.

“Oh really? Well, are they saying anything interesting,” the man asked, taking a moment to tilt his head away from Will to stare at the computer screen. As he did that, Will took a moment to simply admire the man’s facial features and imagine himself peppering kisses all over the sandpaper-like stubble that adorned his cheeks. But as his mind continued to divulge further into this inner fantasy, Will was quickly broken out of it by the sound of his husband’s voice. “Uh, why is this guy telling you to stay away from me?” he asked, which immediately caused Will’s eyes to widen and rotate his head towards the screen at a rapid pace. Immediately, his gaze narrowed as he scrolled through the chat to read Dave’s latest messages.

WarriorWill: You motherfucker, you better stay away from him!

WarriorWill: Don’t you dare kiss him or you’ll regret it…

As he turned back to Dave’s husband, Will immediately picked up on the clear sense of confusion and slight anxiety on his face by the vaguely threatening messages. In an attempt to both calm the man down and further torment the real Dave, he quickly began to speak. 

“Oh that guy? Yeah, he’s some weirdo that raided my stream just to get my attention. He’s been going on and on for the last 10 minutes about how he’s supposed to be me or something. The guy’s profile says that he’s bisexual, but I think he’s got a self-loathing problem or something. There’s no logical reason why he wouldn’t want me to show affection towards my lovely husband!”

Taking a moment to turn back away from the screen and look towards the husband, Will couldn’t help but feel a strong desire to kiss the man once again. As such, he quickly tried to find a logical reason behind getting another kiss as he observed the chat for WarriorWill’s next response.

“You know what, I don’t want to let this guy ruin the stream and try to make us hide the love that we have for each other. How about you kiss me again so we can give him a show on what real love is,” Will inquired while scratching his head, unknowingly giving the viewers a full display of his flexed bicep and hairy armpit. As he turned to face his husband, Will was quite relieved to find that the man was more than willing to kiss him. As they quickly gave each other a kiss on the lips, Will was overcome with an intense sense of love and desire for the man.

Instinctively then, the streamer quickly pulled the man in for a tight hug as his husband chuckled and blushed from the affection. While most of the viewers just assumed that this was due to their extreme love for each other, the reality of the situation was much more sexual in nature. With his hands behind the husband, Will couldn’t resist taking a brief exploration of the man’s backside. Along his hands felt around the man’s surprisingly defined back, the majority of time back there was spent slipping his thicker hands underneath the waistband of the husband’s underwear and quickly squeezing the man’s incredibly thick ass. As the man gasped and giggled at the sudden surprise of being fondled, Will’s cock was immediately beginning to ooze pre-cum due to the intense thirst he felt.

As both men directed their eyes back to the computer screen, Will and the husband gleefully smiled as they saw the outpouring of sappy comments encouraging the kiss and supporting their love. But although 99% of the comments were positive, both men were quick to pick up on the few hateful comments provided by the furious streamer.

WarriorWill: You goddamn bitch, don’t you dare touch him!

WarriorWill: That’s my husband!

Upon reading both of the comments left behind, the reactions between the two men were quite varied. While Will immediately burst into laughter and tried to add some much needed levity to the situation, the husband was clearly fearful of the apparent obsession that the viewer had towards him. “Wow, it looks like someone has quite a crush huh,” Will responded, which only caused the husband to look towards Will with a disapproving look. “Alright, let me get back to streaming so I can handle this asshole. After you head out, please go block him on all social media so he can’t harass you anymore. Don’t worry though, I’ll be making sure he doesn’t bother us on Twitch for much longer,” he continued, flashing a slight smile before quickly giving the husband a peck on the lips once more. Upon hearing that, the husband quickly made his way out of the room and shut the door as Will returned back to the chair.

“Alright dude, I had fun putting up with your ridiculous statements, but I think you’ve taken up enough of our time,” Will said, his voice immediately dropping into a lower and more intimidating tone. “Not only did you piss me off, but you’ve also severely offended my husband. As such, I won’t allow such vile and close-minded behavior to be prominent in my streams anymore! Take a moment to savor your chat privileges because you’ll be losing them immediately. In fact, just to set an example, I’ll save the mods the trouble and ban you myself!” Upon finishing up speaking, Will wasted no time ending the back and forth by permanently banning WarriorWill from ever communicating in his chat again.

Surprisingly, as Will hit the block button, there was a weird sense of closure that emerged in his mind. Upon doing that, he had fully severed the link between his old life and his new life as Dave Marshall. Although there was a slight remorse towards losing his closest friends and family, that paled in comparison to the pure excitement he felt towards being a hunky wrestler like Dave. So with his mind now fully embracing his new life and eager to get started, he finally began to speak to his followers once more. “Alright you guys, now how about we get these games started shall we?” 

* * * * *

For the next several hours, Will had the time of his life playing Dead By Daylight and talking with his viewers. Not only did the games go much better than they did back when he was WarriorWill, but Will’s new viewers were much more excited and eager to play with him and keep the conversation going. Although it was slightly odd trying to understand some of the bizarre Aussie references that some of his viewers were making, seeing familiar faces in the chat such as SoulC was the perfect way to calm his nerves and give him someone to rely on to keep Will engaged.

Speaking of SoulC, Will’s follower was able to get his desired David King cosplay fully realized as Will eagerly showed off his body for the camera. Although this was mostly as a way to reward the man for gifting him this new body and life (and also keep the cash tips pouring in for his sensual flexing), the reality was that Will was still hoping that the real Dave was watching a complete stranger flaunt his body around on camera after seamlessly inhabiting his life. 

It was so erotic to Will to realize that he not only had fooled Dave’s thousands of followers but had even convinced his husband that nothing was amiss besides an obsessed fan ranting in his stream chat. When pairing this with the fact that every time he looked down and saw his bushy beard or hairy and buff torso, it was no surprise that Will’s cock remained rock hard and eager for release for the entire duration of the stream. In fact, his horniness was so extreme that his underwear was practically soaked from all of the pre-cum that he leaked. But despite this, the man was still unwilling to end the stream until he had his fill of his newfound popularity.

Eventually though after over 6 hours of streaming, Will finally decided that it was time to end the stream and explore more aspects of his new life. Given the fact that he was still quite turned on, it seemed incredibly likely that he would be immediately taking the opportunity to have some kinky fun with his new husband. As such, the man wasted no time quickly saying his goodbyes and stating the next time that he would stream. But as he began to sign off, he quickly decided to take the opportunity to promote Dave’s OnlyFans account. While promoting it under the guise of donating the money to charity, the reality of the situation was that Will was eager to revamp the rather tame profile to become incredibly more sexually explicit. Surely the real Dave would be eager to sign up so he could reminisce about his old life, so Will figured that he might as well put on one hell of a show for him as a result!

After picking out a smaller streamer for him to raid, Will finally logged off and made his exit out of the office. As he wandered throughout the apartment he now owned, the man took a moment to take in all of the décor while searching for his husband. Luckily though, it didn’t take long before Will finally found him sitting on the couch in the living room, holding their cat and watching some reality television. Upon taking a seat next to him, Will quickly wrapped his arm around the smaller man and pulled him close. 

For several minutes, the two men sat there watching the program and enjoying the physical company that the other provided. But as soon as the show went to commercial, Dave’s husband allowed the cat to escape his grasp and immediately made it clear how turned on he was as well. Given the close proximity towards “Dave’s” armpit, the husband wasted no time shoving his face deep within it and enjoying Will’s new natural musk while using one hand to feel up his thick and hairy chest as the other tightly gripped and squeezed onto his bicep.

Eager to continue this and have him get off as soon as possible, Will wasted no time putting his newfound strength to use by tearing off the husband’s clothes and lifting him off the ground. As the husband quickly wrapped himself around Will’s broad torso, the two men quickly found their way into the bedroom. As the husband remained snuggled up against Will’s neck, the former Brit couldn’t resist taking one more moment to taunt the real Dave. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Will quickly snapped a photo and sent it off along with the link to his OnlyFans via a private DM to Will’s WarriorWill Twitter account.

Upon sending the message, the brand new Dave Marshall quickly blocked his old account from ever responding before tossing his phone to the side and throwing his new husband into their bed. Given just how horny he was, it seemed as though it was going to be a long night of passionate fucking. But based on how eager the husband was to spread his ass for Dave, it seemed like that would be a dream come true for both of them!

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It All Comes Out In The Wash

Happy Pride! Based on the poll results, y'all are torn between this story and Streamer to Streamer: Pride... so, I'll be posting both of them this month. The other story will be coming in a week or two, so stay tuned.

Whenever Theo Hastings had a rough day at work, there was nothing that could brighten up his spirits than some retail therapy. Although working in retail himself might have dissuaded him from stepping foot inside another retail establishment until his next shift, the 25-year-old stocker felt differently as it provided a much needed sense of relaxation. Without a manager hounding him to put things away at a breakneck speed 24/7, he now had the ability to roam aisles at his own pace and just waste time as cheery pop songs softly echoed from the shop’s speakers. Plus, there truly seemed to be nothing that could rival the thrill he felt of swiping his debit card and seeing “transaction approved” flash on the screen – not only due to his poor finances and the worry of getting rejected but getting to walk away with a bag full of items in tow.

So as Theo stood in front of the thrift store, whose weathered sign looked like it too had been thrifted, the man’s lips pulled back into a slight smile. With 30 minutes left to go still before his and his boyfriend’s to-go dinner order was ready at a restaurant inside the same plaza, he pushed aside the slight aching of his muscles and finally entered the shop.

Instantly, the man’s senses were assaulted by the atmosphere of the shop. Despite having a cozy style with the antiqued decor that surrounded the endless racks of clothing, the space was incredibly cluttered and the scent of mothballs so prominent that Theo could instantly feel the rumblings of a migraine begin to emerge. He refused to be deterred from his mission though, looking around and smiling before beginning to venture into the tight aisles of clothing.

Theo simply meandered through the aisles, his fingers unstoppable as they brushed against the various fabrics until he found something that spoke to him. Although he had nothing really in mind, the decision of stopping into the shop was due to his newfound desire to revitalize his wardrobe. After spending so much time in the same size since his college days, fraternity gear, khaki shorts, and Aeropostale had been all he had needed for the past few years. But as he found himself beginning to grow out of them due to the increased muscle mass occurring due to his physically-demanding job, Theo figured this would be the best way to freshen up his style without needing to pay hundreds of dollars.

Additionally, the man couldn’t deny that he was on a mission to find things that could potentially spice things up with Peter, his boyfriend of 5 years. Back in college, the duo had seemed like a couple pulled straight out of a fairy tale (or the fantasies of gay men everywhere) – a frat bro who fell in love with a meek, average-looking Engineering nerd. They had first met when Theo needed tutoring help with his courses, but those late-night study sessions soon divulged into drunken hangouts turned makeout sessions.

That time in their lives had been the source of many eventful and exciting days (and nights) together, but as the time since those days grew, the spontaneous and exciting days disappeared and were replaced with a comfortable routine. Part of this was due to their intense jobs, with Theo climbing the retail ladder slowly but surely as Peter was working every weekday at an engineering firm – leaving them both utterly exhausted by the time they got home to do anything more than cook dinner and watch TV together. But despite the sad state of their relationship currently, Theo wasn’t willing to give up just yet.

So as he browsed the shop, the man’s eyes darted around as he aimed to find any sort of attire that could potentially turn his boyfriend on and spice things in the bedroom via some roleplay. He had known that Peter had a bit of a thing for leather, so as his eyes landed on a sleek leather jacket, Theo thought that he had landed on the jackpot. He pulled it off the rack and admired it, noticing how the smooth, cool material was a stark contrast to his rough, calloused hands. "This could definitely work," he thought, slipping it on and feeling an immediate boost in confidence.

He continued to sift through the racks, picking out a few more pieces that caught his eye and made his horny mind imagine scenarios – a handmade pair of denim booty shorts, a vintage band t-shirt, and a chunky knitted sweater. As he looked at the items in his arms, he instantly imagined the scenarios required for him to wear such items: a classic stripper outfit that would work with his mesh neon crop top from one of their Pride festival forrays, a shirt to go with the leather jacket and create a domineering “daddy” image, and something that could go with his reading glasses and give his boyfriend another “nerd” to mess around with respectively.

With his arms full of potential new outfits, Theo headed to the dressing room. He closed the door behind him, the tiny space feeling even smaller with the pile of clothes he had accumulated. Upon taking off the leather jacket and setting it with the other clothes, the man finally began to undress down to his underwear. For a moment, Theo simply stared at his reflection – taking into account his current physique. Although his physique wasn’t as well-sculpted due to his intense days of working out and dieting back in college, it was clear that the man was still in solid shape. His gym regime had grown a bit lax due to his aforementioned tiredness from work, but luckily his job kept him quite active from lifting heavy boxes and putting items on shelves day in and day out. So even with the nagging restlessness and guilt that gnawed at him, the man wasn’t mad at all at what he saw in the mirror.

As he tried on the different items, Theo’s excitement only grew as he saw how well the items fit him. Although he had already tried on the jacket prior to arriving in the dressing room, he did it again after putting on the vintage band t-shirt, lifting up his arms and flexing to watch the thick leather curve around his solid biceps. Oh yeah, this would be great for Peter, he thought to himself, smirking as he felt a sense of excitement. This seemed like the right decision – something that would finally reignite the spark that life had dimmed between himself and his boyfriend.

With his boyfriend in mind and his excitement continuing to grow, Theo couldn’t resist pulling out his phone and taking a few pictures of himself in the mirror. He knew that Peter would love it, so why not give him a tease of what he had planned for him?

"Hey babe, what do you think?" Theo typed before attaching the photos. Right before he pressed on the send button, he hesitated for a moment before deciding to add something a bit more playful. “Thinking of wearing this tonight ;)”

He hit send and while waiting for a response, opted to continue trying on the rest of the clothes. A few minutes later while he was trying on the chunky knitted sweater, his phone buzzed. In an instant, Theo's heart skipped a beat, causing him to rush to his device to see his partner’s response. But as he clicked on the message and began to read it, his excitement quickly deflated.

"Looks good. Are you coming home soon with our dinner?"

Theo sighed, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, his annoyance evident in his furrowed brow and stern expression. "That’s it? That’s all he had to say?!" he muttered to himself. He had hoped for something more: a flirty response or compliment… ANYTHING that would show Peter’s interest and continued attraction to him.

With his excitement deflated, Theo glumly began to undress and put his original clothes back on. What was the point in continuing when he couldn’t get his boyfriend to show any sort of interest? As he stuffed the clothing back onto their hangers and left them in the dressing room, the melancholic man was on the verge of tears while he made his way towards the entrance of the shop. He felt like an idiot for trying to spice things up just for his boyfriend to coldly reject his advances. In his mind,  the desperate man found himself wishing and praying endlessly to have that spark return to their relationship. All he wanted was a boyfriend that thirsted for him and made an effort. Was that really too much to ask?

With his mind set towards making a beeline towards the front door, Theo turned partially to the side before beginning to shimmy down the aisles – altering his stance to prevent his broad shoulders from ending up at odds with the congested aisles of clothing. Despite this, his fingers still once again began to graze against the fabric of countless outfits. As he did this, the man was suddenly feeling transfixed by the different consistencies that brushed against his fingertips – from the scratchy texture of old polo shirts to satin dress shirts.

But as the door was mere feet away, the retail employee stopped dead in his tracks as a sudden static shock hit his finger and caused his entire body to tingle. Upon gasping and shaking his hand in hopes of ridding it of its numb tingles, Theo turned in order to figure out what it was that shocked him. As his eyes lingered on the clothes rack and watched one article of clothing swaying back and forth on its hanger, he quickly pushed the other clothes to the side to give it a good inspection.

To Theo’s amusement, the item that awaited him was not one of significant monetary or aesthetic value – it was simply a used white undershirt. The concept of being shocked by the standard cotton fabric was quite amusing to the man, which caused him to reach out and begin to touch the fabric. But as soon as his fingers fully grasped onto the article of clothing, a sudden tingle coursed through his body. He suddenly froze, both hands still touching the fabric. Then, out of nowhere, a deep, resonant voice whispered in his ear.

“Buy the shirt, Theo. It will feel so good to wear it.”

Instantly, the man turned around wondering if someone was playing some bizarre joke on him. Unlike his own Midwestern accent, the voice that spoke to him seemed vastly different – sounding almost Middle-Eastern. Yet as he looked around for the culprit, he found himself alone in the cramped aisle. The voice had been so clear, so intense that it felt like it was whispered directly into his ear like a secret. Unsurprisingly, Theo hesitated for a moment, wondering if he was going crazy from a long day at work and just imagining things.

Theo’s hand trembled slightly as he lifted the shirt off the hook and continued to touch it. The fabric felt warm and inviting, almost as if it was calling out to him. He glanced around once more, his mind racing with questions. Was he going crazy? Was the voice real? If it was, why did it want him to buy it so badly?

Against his better judgment, Theo looked at the tag on the collar. Size XL, the same size he wore in all of his clothes. His fingers moved down the shirt until they found the price tag hanging – which revealed a price of only $3. Feeling oddly intrigued by the item, Theo draped the undershirt over his arm and walked to the checkout counter. He could feel the weight of the mysterious voice's command with every step.

As the cashier rang up the purchase, Theo’s mind buzzed with anticipation and a hint of fear. He had no idea what awaited him (if anything) once he put on the shirt, but something deep inside urged him to obey the voice's words. Upon handing over $3 and some change, the man reasoned that it was a worthy purchase no matter what. Even if he had simply imagined a voice and the shirt was nothing more than a piece of fabric, the item would still find a use for the man due to his innate desires to get back into the gym. With a second-hand shirt like this, he could feel no shame drenching it in immense levels of sweat as it found a new purpose.

Once he was handed a receipt, the man gave a slight nod before exiting the thrift shop. With each step Theo made towards his car, he found himself slowly being broken out of the intense spell that clouded his mind. Although he still had an innate desire to wear the shirt gnawing deep within him, the man’s slight germaphobia returned to remind him of the dangers of wearing second-hand attire. There could be countless types of bacteria or scents associated with the item, so as he headed towards the restaurant to pick up food, he reasoned the best way to quell his concerns was to put it in the laundry first. Then, once it was perfectly clean and ready to be worn, he’d put it on and figure out what would happen once it was finally on his muscular physique…

* * * * *

Despite being a highly affectionate and needy individual, Peter Thompson was relieved to wake up alone on Saturday morning. As he got up and made his way into the bathroom to relieve himself, the nerdy man yawned and thought mournfully about the previous night’s events. The status of his relationship with his boyfriend Theo had been feeling increasingly rocky over the past few months, but nothing compared to the explosive argument that occurred that evening. Upon arriving home with the couple’s food in hand (along with a small bag from a nearby thrift shop), Theo’s eyes stared daggers into Peter’s soul as they sat at the table across from each other in silence. It was clear that the nerd had done something to upset the man, but he had no idea what it could be.

Upon bringing the intense stares and wondering what he had done to upset his boyfriend, Peter sat in awe as his boyfriend instantly snapped and began complaining about their relationship. Instead of being loving and affectionate partners, the handsome muscular man coldly stated that they felt more like roommates who just happened to share a bed. Although Peter loved to view things with rose-colored glasses, he wasn’t oblivious to their evolving relationship as it became less and less sexually or emotionally intimate. He had become completely consumed by his projects at his engineering firm, which left him feeling like a shell of himself by the time he got home.

As Peter attempted to explain this away and state that was just how relationships evolve over time, Theo grew increasingly frustrated at the young man’s apparent complacency. From there, the civilized dinner devolved into a screaming match that ended with Theo and Peter both staying on opposite ends of the apartment and wondering whether this relationship was something they still wanted to fight for. Despite Peter’s apparent laissez-faire attitude, the notion of disappointing his boyfriend so severely gnawed at him and left him with a deep pit in his stomach. He felt incredibly upset and desperate to figure it out, but opted to just give them both the remainder of the night to cool down before engaging again.

Upon finishing both his trip to the bathroom and journey through the previous night’s events, Peter returned to the bedroom and checked his phone. It was there that he saw a text waiting for him from his boyfriend.

Theo: Went into work early, needed more time apart. Let’s talk once I’m home. Love you

Instantly, Peter’s heart broke as he read the last part of the man’s message – mourning for the usual blue heart emoji that was intentionally kept from signing off the text. It hurt him intensely to imagine the fallout of their relationship ending, wondering how living together for the remainder of the lease would work and how their shared friend group would be shattered as the friends were undoubtedly forced to choose sides. It was too much to think about, so he opted to find something to distract himself.

As he looked at some of the couples’ clothes strewn across the floor, the concept of doing some laundry sounded like a good way to take his mind off of things. He could start a load before going to make some breakfast, then switch from the washer and dryer as he opted to clean more of the apartment to try and forget about the soul-crushing fight.

He grabbed onto the various articles of clothing and began to make his way towards the bathroom, stopping himself from throwing the items into the laundry basket upon seeing Theo’s plastic bag from the previous night resting atop of the other clothes already there. Using one arm to grab the bag out, Peter then used the other to dump the other clothes into the basket. As he used both hands to finally pull open the bag, the man was confused to find that his boyfriend’s thrifting haul was solely composed of a used white undershirt.

He reached down to pull it out of the bag, nearly losing control as his fingers grazed against the fabric and caused a full-body chill to travel down his spine. Upon rolling his shoulders and attempting to get ahold of himself, Peter then reached in and pulled the item out and watched the loose bag hover down to the floor.

For a moment, the man simply observed the piece of clothing – noticing its slightly worn quality but finding no noticeable stains or tears. Overall, it looked like a normal piece of clothing – at least it did until the Middle Eastern voice began to speak to him.

“Yes, that’s right, Peter. It feels good, doesn’t it? Put it on.”

As the deep husky accented voice echoed through his mind, Peter froze as his heart began to race. He looked around the bathroom, half expecting to see someone standing there but finding himself completely alone. While Peter gasped and attempted to compose himself, the voice persisted as it spoke incredibly calm yet commanding.

“Peter, put it on. You must!”

Peter shook his head, trying to clear the fog of confusion that plagued his mind. "What’s going on? Who are you?" he whispered, feeling somewhat foolish for talking to what seemed like thin air.

"My name is Fadelellah," the voice replied. "I don’t know how else to say this, so I’ll come right out with it. I’m dead – I’ve been dead since 1994. For decades, I have been trapped in this shirt. Now please, put on the shirt and help me. I’m begging you!”

Peter hesitated, his rational mind at war with his innate curiosity about this bizarre trick being plagued on him. This had to be some kind of joke, it was either Theo playing some sort of trick on him or he was on the verge of a mental breakdown in the aftermath of their fight. Yet no matter how desperate he was to find a logical reason behind the mysterious voice, he had no way of explaining away how realistic the voice sounded to him. Not only did it sound so real, but the young man couldn’t help but notice the tone of desperation that coated the ominous words.

"Why should I? I have no idea who you are! Hell, I don’t even know if this is real or I’m just having a goddamn breakdown" Peter exclaimed, his voice trembling.

“Believe me Peter, I’m completely real,” Fadelellah said, “I’ve been replaying my death on a loop for decades, waiting for an opportunity for a second chance. I think that could be you…”

In response, a shiver coursed down the man’s spine as he tried to imagine such a cruel fate – not only trapped as an inanimate object but forced to recall his final moments nonstop. “But, why do you think I’m the one who can help you? How am I supposed to help?”

“I’ve been waiting for someone like you – someone who struggles with their life and wishes for something better. What if I told you that I could fix all of that? All you need to do is let me share a body with you and we’ll be unstoppable. All you have to do is put the shirt on.”

For a moment Peter hesitated, unwilling to make a decision as he attempted to comprehend what was being said to him. This random man wanted to share his body with him? That sounded like a horrible idea. Plus, how was he supposed to trust that this wasn’t some trick that would cause him to become a passenger of his own body? Hell, he couldn’t help but think about Theo as well – wondering about how a relationship would work with him having to deal with a boyfriend that had two souls sharing control. What if this Fadelellah guy was straight and tried to break him up with Theo?

As if the spirit was reading his thoughts, the disembodied voice spoke once more in hopes of squashing his fears. “Do not worry my friend, I know it sounds scary, but I promise it will be nice for the both of us. You know, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I overheard the argument you and Theo had last night. What if I told you I could fix that? When Theo first touched me in the thrift shop, I was able to tap in and learn everything about him. With my assistance, we could fix your relationship and make it so neither of you are ever unhappy again. Peter, I’m more than willing to do all of that to pay you back for helping me… all you have to do to make that happen is put the shirt on…”

Against his better judgment, Peter instantly found himself tearing off his own shirt. Although he still didn’t believe that this was really happening, there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to fix things with Theo. He loved that man more than anything in the world, so if this random spirit said he could fix their relationship, he was more than willing to give it a shot!

As he slipped the undershirt over his head, Peter was stunned by how it was cool to the touch. Given his bigger status as a pudgier nerdy type, the fabric wasn’t baggy in the slightest – instead instantly grazing along his skin as he pulled it further down his body. By the time the shirt was fully covered over his torso, the man’s spine felt completely numb from the intensity of the cold shivers that throbbed.

After this sensation dissipated though, the man waited in hopes of Fadelellah’s voice returning and helping him fix his relationship. Yet for what felt like an eternity – nothing happened. Just as he was about to abandon hope and consider checking himself into a psychiatric facility, a warm sensation suddenly invaded his body. The sensation localized in his chest as it then began to radiate outwards towards his limbs and head.

"Thank you, Peter," Fadelellah's voice said, his desperate and somber tone now replaced with one of pure elation. "Now, I can begin to live again!"

Peter's heart pounded in his chest as the warm sensation intensified, transforming into a tingling that spread to every corner of his body. He felt like he was on the verge of having a heart attack, which caused him to look down in horror. Upon doing so, the man watched as something unbelievable happened – weight began to melt off of his frame. By the second, pieces of flab were evaporating from his form to remove his slightly pudgy belly and the modest flab that softly filled out his average frame.

Despite loving the concept of losing weight, the shock of transforming caused the man to freak out. As a result, the man’s hands went haywire as they tried to move towards the bottom of the shirt and pull it off. Yet although he could move his hands around, it felt like there was an invisible block preventing him from grabbing or touching the shirt.

Instantly, panic set in as he realized he was already losing total control of his body.

"What are you doing to me? Why can’t I take the shirt off?! Please, I changed my mind. I don't want this!" Peter cried out, his voice echoing through the walls of the couple’s average-sized bathroom.

"Do not worry, Peter," Fadelellah's voice replied, his tone coming across soothing like a concerned parent comforting their child. "This was just a precaution while our souls merged. Believe me, this is a gift. Embrace it. You’ll soon realize how much you’ll enjoy the change."

Perfectly timed, Fadelellah’s words led into the next stage of the man’s transformation. Peter’s body began to behave like a balloon as his newly frail frame began to slowly inflate. Muscles swelled beneath the skin, causing his arms and chest to quickly begin to thicken with newfound strength. As he looked down in disbelief, the man observed how a solid pair of pecs now jutted out against the tight undershirt while his biceps bulged against his widening obliques. The man’s jaw dropped as he watched the emergence of cobblestone abs emerge against the tight fabric of his shirt. It was absolutely insane to believe that he was transforming into a muscular man whose physique rivaled that of his boyfriend’s.

In response, Fadelellah let out a deep chuckle as he could feel his shared body’s face contort. "See? Isn't this better?" he cooed. "You are strong and that’s just the start. By the time we’re done combining, you’re going to be so handsome you won’t be afraid to look in the mirror. Now, take a moment to explore those new muscles of yours."

Once again, Peter found his body suddenly betraying him as his arms began to obey Fadelellah’s order. So despite wanting so badly to use those hands to pull up on his shirt and get a reprieve from the shirt’s influence, his hands instead began to feel up on his new musculature. As such, his senses allowed him to feel the well-defined ridges of his cobblestone abdominal muscles – a surprisingly pleasurable shiver coursing through his body as he compared that sensation to the pitiful pudge that his fingers usually grazed.

Despite his initial terror wanting him to resist the changes, Fadelellah’s words echoing through his brain caused Peter to re-evaluate his position. Was there really a problem here? He was becoming absolutely massive with muscles he could only dream of having! Opting to actually give these changes a shot, he decided to take control of his hands to finally marvel at his transformation thus far. He felt powerful for the first time in his life, no doubt due to his body now suddenly brimming with intense energy and vitality. He looked down at his new physique, awkwardly lifting up his arm and trying to tense the muscle. In response to finally getting it right, the man looked gobsmacked by the tense muscle that bulged to a size of a softball.

This initial sight was instantly intoxicating to the man, which caused him to explore more of his increased physique. He struggled for a moment but eventually was able to pop his pecs, stifling a chuckle as he bounced between each pectoral and established a rhythm. His hands wandered down the strip of sculpted abdominal muscles for a moment before reaching behind to his derriere. As the bottom in the relationship, Peter was curious to see how his ass fared during the changes. Upon realizing the globe-like shape of each plump yet firm ass cheek, the man’s boner (which had silently lengthened to become nearly 8 inches) rushed from a semi to a fully erect one while envisioning all of the fun he could have with Theo.

As he continued to look down at himself though, Peter soon came to realize that his body was still transforming. Instead of his pasty white complexion, his skin was quickly darkening to a more tanned hue. Initially this seemed to not be a problem, but as the color began to shift to a more olive-like shade, alarm bells began to ring as he realized that he wasn’t just getting tan… he was changing ethnicities.

“Wha- what’s happening to me?” Peter cried out, his eyes bulging out as he heard his voice beginning to deepen. “Oh– my v-voice,” he continued, the accent sounding oddly familiar for a moment until he realized why they sounded familiar – it was the same voice coming out of his mouth that he heard Fadelellah speaking in his mind.

“Do not worry,” Fadelellah began, his voice returning to his more condescending coddling tone. “The fates have just decided that we are meant to become Middle-Eastern like I once was. It will be great though, you’ll see! Since we’re together as one in this body, you’ll be able to read the Qur’an and speak Arabic like a pro. I can’t wait to share that with you!”

Peter's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to resist, to fight back against what was happening to him, but the allure of his new body and the perks it provided was overwhelming. He could feel Fadelellah's presence growing stronger, his control slipping away the more his body molded to accommodate its newest inhabitant.

As a tingle began to emerge across his entire head, Peter instantly pulled his head up to direct his attention to the bathroom mirror. Upon doing so, the man was left with no other choice but to watch as his facial features began to shift. In addition to taking on a more angular, chiseled appearance. He watched in awe as his eye shape altered – shifting from a more wide, bug-eyed appearance as the eyes sunk into a more rectangular-shaped socket. For years the man had been ridiculed for his prominent nose, but that soon became a thing of the past as it shrank and straightened to gain a more masculine appearance.

Peter watched in awe as his jawline began to crack and contort away from its former round shape – giving way to stubble that started to push out and cover his altered cheeks. But rather than the average light brown hair that resided on his head, this hair was a stark jet black that helped frame his cheeks and lips as a pencil-thin mustache wrapped around his plump lips. Once this facial hair traversed up into his sideburns, it caused a domino-like effect as every hair on his scalp then slowly shifted to match the same shade that adorned his cheeks and eyebrows until his transformation into a Middle-Eastern man was complete.

With the gravity of the changes fully hitting Peter, the man was growing incredibly desperate and scared. Although the visage that he now sported was absolutely an improvement over his former one, it was the biggest reminder of the fact that every morsel of his past self had been altered and erased. At this point, it was beginning to feel more like Fadelellah’s body rather than a shared one!

“Please, I don’t like this,” Peter begged, his voice coming out a meek whimper that would have barely registered had Fadelellah not begun sharing the same brain. “I don’t want to lose myself, this isn’t me!”

In response, a devious chuckle came from Fadelellah as he revealed his true intention. “Exactly Peter, this isn’t you… not anymore,” he said, his voice now beginning to sound relatively confident and cocky. “Instead, you’ll still be here, just tucked deep down within me. Your body was just the base I needed to come back and get a second chance. But don’t beat yourself up about it, just find comfort in the fact that I’ve turned you into something greater than you could possibly imagine.”

Despite his fear and desperation about his situation, Peter found his resolve wavering more by the second. The idea of his body being able to provide for Theo, to be the strong, confident partner Peter had always wanted to be, was tempting – even if it meant he wasn’t in control anymore. Maybe this was a chance for a new beginning, a way to reignite the spark in their relationship. It was clear that he was on the verge of destroying the relationship as it currently stood, so maybe it was better if someone else got to fix his mistakes…

"Promise me," Peter said, his voice now barely audible as he receded further within himself. "Promise me you'll take care of him."

“Of course,” Fadelellah replied. “Please do not worry, I will take care of both your body and Theo. Every day, I will cherish him like you once did. I know how important he is to you, so it’s the least I can do to repay you. Now, it’s time to let go Peter, I’m finally ready to live again.”

With one final deep breath, Peter obeyed the man’s words and surrendered. He felt himself fading, his consciousness slipping away as Fadelellah's presence filled the void. The last thing he heard was the man’s voice, being gentle and reassuring as he led his savior into a peaceful slumber.

As Peter's mind dissolved into darkness, Fadelellah gained complete control of a human body for the first time in 30 years. For several minutes the man stretched, relishing the concept of having limbs and a human body again after finally escaping his fabric prison. Despite being away from humanity for such a long time, he was able to peel his shirt off and navigate his new physique with no problem. With a smile on his face, Fadelellah lifted up his arm and flashed a wide smile.

“Damn, it is great to be alive again,” Fadelellah said to himself. “That went much easier than I expected, I almost feel bad for the dude. But hey, he chose this and I’m certainly not wishing to go back to being a shitty shirt!” the man chuckled to himself.

As he moved his hands down to his crotch, Fadelellah smirked as he tapped into Peter’s memories and was able to finally visualize the man who was almost his host body. Although Theo’s muscular and handsome body would have meant a quicker transition for the man to take over, the concept of inheriting a boyfriend to help welcome him back into the land of the living and adapt to modern-day living was a much more desirable outcome. Surely with a body like this replacing Peter, Fadelellah was sure that his new boyfriend wasn’t going to resist such a change.

With his mind continuing to envision Theo and all of the fun they’d have together, Fadelellah slipped his hand beneath his shorts and prepared to do something he’d been dreaming about for decades…

* * * * *

It had been three months since the fateful night in which Theo and his boyfriend had gotten into a huge fight, which had led to many unintended yet welcomed changes for the couple. Of course, Theo was initially hoping that their argument would lead to Peter just starting to put more effort into being romantic… so one could imagine his excitement when he came home from work the next day to find a candle-lit dinner awaiting him. However, that excitement turned to full-blown confusion when he found a random well-dressed Middle-Eastern man waiting for him instead of his dorky Caucasian boyfriend.

On paper, it certainly would have sounded ludicrous to believe that a simple used undershirt would transform someone not only in terms of physique but also ethnicity. However, given the fact that Theo himself knew about the mystical properties of the shirt due to the whispers that encouraged him to buy the item and try it on, it didn’t seem far-fetched at all.

Despite this, it was still a bit awkward and uncomfortable initially for Theo to find himself suddenly sharing a bed and apartment with a total stranger. But as time went on and the man realized how Fadelellah was able to instantly do things the way that Theo liked (ranging from the way he liked his food cooked to how sex in the bedroom went), this awkwardness dissipated quickly.

When it came to adapting to his new relationship, the only thing that kept Theo up at night was the knowledge that Peter had ultimately sacrificed his body to fix things in their relationship. It occasionally kept him up at night, wondering if Peter was still there in his former body deep down getting to see and realize just how happy he was. He certainly hoped that it was possible, as the concept of his former boyfriend being completely unaware of how things are going and forever thinking that Theo hated him was something that would forever haunt him. Fadelellah promised that Peter was down there deep down and able to see and feel all of the things he did, but Theo often wondered if that was just something that his new boyfriend told him to provide some sense of comfort.

Regardless of his concerns about Peter, Theo was relieved to find how great life was like now that Fadelellah was around. It was quite humorous at first helping teach the man how technology and society as a whole had progressed since his initial death in the ‘90s. Cell phones often transfixed the man, causing him to spend hours in awe learning about how he was able to watch movies, play games, and listen to music all from a small device in his hands.

Initially, a big question mark emerged for both men in terms of how they would be able to explain how a normal nerdy engineer was magically replaced by a Middle-Eastern hunk. However, the universe seemed to help remedy that problem for them as over the course of a week, reality slowly altered to where Peter was fully erased from reality and Fadelellah was put in his place.

Given the fact that the man was still struggling to adapt to his life in the modern era, his position as an engineer was certainly not befitting the new many anymore. As a result, the memories of all of Peter’s friends, family, and co-workers all altered to where Fadelellah was adopted by Peter’s parents and he went to college in hopes of getting a business degree. It was at college where Fadelellah and Theo first met – although the couple’s original meeting of tutoring sessions was now changed to both of them pledging for the school’s fraternity and bonding over the intense hazing process.

After graduating college, Fadelellah’s new career ultimately revealed itself to be as a personal trainer for a nearby gym. In time, the man had aspirations of opening his own gym, but until he had accumulated enough money to afford that along with finally adapting to life in 2025, he was happy to just stay where he currently was.

This career also turned out to become beneficial to Theo as well – as he was able to get a discounted membership due to his boyfriend’s employment. In addition, the couple would often spend hours in the gym working out together after Fadelellah finished his sessions for the day. It was something that Theo hadn’t initially expected to desire as much as he did. He remembered always inviting Peter to come to the gym with him, but he didn’t think it was a big deal when his boyfriend at the time rejected the offer to instead work on homework or any of the projects at his job. Yet now that he had Fadelellah with him to do these workouts with, he realized just how much he loved it (not only the workouts themselves but the flirtatious things Fadelellah did throughout like flaunting his abs or slapping Theo’s ass between sets). Consequently, that often led to the couple having some intense fun in the locker room after hours.

Given their kinky and happy lives together, it wasn’t a surprise for either man to admit just how much they appreciated Peter’s sacrifice. It was truly a selfless thing for him to do, and for that both men would be forever grateful. Yet despite feeling forever indebted to the man for what he did, neither Theo or Fadelellah opted to think much about the other man. Instead, they were too focused on living their lives to the fullest and enjoying each other’s company… especially in the bedroom!

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What Story Do You Want Next?

I want to start posting more here, so I thought it would be a great idea to open up a poll to see what story from Patreon that you'd like to be released here next.

Given June is Pride Month, all of the following poll options involve gay relationships of some kind. Here's a little breakdown of each story so you have a good idea of what's going on:

It All Comes Out In The Wash: In the midst of getting into an argument with his boyfriend, Theo goes to destress via some thrifting for new clothes. Once there though, he stumbles upon a bizarre undershirt that he finds himself incredibly drawn towards. Upon bringing it into their home, the couple's love life is forever changed by a lingering spirit desperate to get a chance at experiencing love with another man. Streamer To Streamer - Pride: Henry loves to spend his free time on Twitch playing his favorite horror games. One day when his stream goes poorly, his friend takes it upon himself to surprise Henry by swapping him with a hunky and gay streamer that he has a crush on. Upon swapping though and going live on his new channel, Henry finds himself interacting in the chat with the original owner of the body (and ruthlessly taunting him). Working His Body(Suit): After getting a job at his local S-C Fitness, Martin is shocked to learn from his hunky manager Tony that his work uniform is actually a bodysuit of a handsome bodybuilder. Despite his reservations, the weak and average man's curiosity gets the best of him and he finds himself undressing and seeing what it's like to be so large and muscular...

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I've been getting into a lot of the teen drama seriously like Teen Beach movie, Teen Wolf, Titans, Vampire Diaries, etc... I've never quite felt at home in this reality maybe I belong in a different universe where myth and Magic is real where the monsters under the bed aren't just something for little kids...

The Monster Under The Bed

You slump onto the worn fabric of your couch, a weary sigh escaping your lips that’s barely louder than the hum of the old refrigerator in the kitchen. The faint scent of stale takeout and the lingering musk of your own solitary existence cling to the air around you. It’s all a constant, low-frequency reminder of the life you’ve built. Or rather, the life that’s built itself around you, trapping you in its uninspiring walls. Outside, the city murmurs its indifferent lullaby, a distant, endless grind that means nothing to you, while inversely you also then mean nothing to it. The clock on the wall ticks with a relentless, mocking rhythm, counting down another hour, another day, of the same old pitiful existence.

Your fingers, accustomed to the familiar indentations of your furniture, reach out and find the remote control. It’s a worn piece of plastic, sticky with the residue of too many late-night snacks, but it's your portal – your flimsy, plastic key to other worlds. You love this nightly routine, getting to drown out the stresses and anxieties you’ve accumulated over the day by instead immersing yourself into a new world through the screen. The way the blue light from the television chases away the shadows of your cramped living room, and more importantly, the suffocating shadows that cling to your own mind. Tonight, it's a deep dive into an old world of myth, magic, and monsters. You’re a sucker for it, a desperate, yearning creature who finds more truth and tangible excitement in glowing eyes and lycanthropic howls than in any spreadsheet or job interview.

You often wonder about it, lost in the glow. What if? What if the world was truly alive with the impossible? What if the monsters under the bed weren’t just a childish fright, but a genuine, terrifying, magnificent threat? You'd be good at handling threats like that, you secretly think. You’d thrive in chaos, in a universe where strength wasn't just measured by quarterly reports, but by something primal and real. It would certainly be more exciting than this slow, suffocating crawl towards… well, you don't even know what. This dead-end life of yours just feels like it’s leading to more dead ends.

You press the power button with a familiar, hopeful click of your thumb.

But instead of the comforting splash of a network logo or the opening credits of your chosen series, a jarring, high-pitched shriek erupts from the speakers. Your shoulders jump, and you flinch, squeezing your eyes shut against the sudden assault. It’s not just loud; it’s a physical blow, a vibrating wave of pure, aggressive sound that rattles your teeth and vibrates through the bone in your skull. When you open your eyes, the screen isn't showing a channel. It’s a blinding, overwhelming mass of static.

Your brow furrows in frustration, a hot surge of annoyance rising in your chest. "Come on," you mutter, more to the inanimate object than yourself. You tap the power button of the remote, only to find it refuses to turn off. Then, with more force, you slam it flat against your palm, as if disciplining a petulant child. No change. The static, a blizzard of black and white, crackles and spits, the sound growing even more abrasive, chewing at the edges of your sanity. It feels malevolent, almost alive.

Driven by a desperate need for your escapist fix, you push yourself up from the couch. Your intention is to troubleshoot, perhaps jiggle a cable, whack the side of the set – the usual futile efforts before resigning yourself to a full-on TV reboot. Each step you take towards the screen, the noise intensifies, wrapping around you, drowning out the faint city sounds from outside, even your own rapid heartbeat.

The static isn't just loud now; it's a visible force. The white points of light begin to burn with an impossible intensity, hotter than a thousand suns, scorching your retinas even through squinted eyelids. The black pixels deepen, swirling like hungry voids. It’s no longer just interference – it feels like the very fabric of reality is unraveling on your screen, a gateway opening to something furious and uncontainable. Your skin prickles, a strange, electric current coursing through your veins.

You reach out, hand extended, fingers trembling. You can feel the heat radiating from the screen, an unnatural warmth that promises both danger and an inexplicable allure. Your fingers hesitate just inches from the glass, a primal instinct screaming at you to retreat and run. But something else, a deep-seated desire for the impossible, the excitement you’ve always craved, overrides the fear. This isn't just a malfunctioning TV. You realize that this is it, the moment where the myth and magic bleed into your pathetic reality.

Then, it happens. Not a gentle tug, but a violent, irresistible pull. It originates from the very heart of the static, a powerful, unseen force clamping onto not just your hand but your entire being. It's a magnetic draw, potent and overwhelming, yanking you forward with a suddenness that steals your breath. You stagger, arms flailing, scrabbling for purchase, but there's nothing to grasp. The floor slides away beneath your feet as you fall straight forward into the screen.

A guttural grunt of protest escapes your throat, instantly swallowed by the roaring static. Your body tumbles, weightless and reeling, your surroundings morphing into a blur of color and distorted lines that are instantly consumed by the furious white light of the screen. You feel yourself stretching, a grotesque, impossible elongation, as if you’re being squeezed through a pinhole. Your eyes snap shut against the unbearable glare, the sound of the static becoming a deafening, all-encompassing scream that shatters every thought and sensation.

And then, just as abruptly as it began, it all stops. The blinding light vanishes. The tormenting sound ceases. All sensation evaporates, leaving only an absolute, crushing, impenetrable darkness. You are plummeting into nothing, falling through a void devoid of air, of sound, of gravity, of anything. It’s a terrifying, yet strangely peaceful, oblivion.

However, the suffocating oblivion doesn't last forever. Slowly, painstakingly, you become aware again. Not of light, not of sound, not even of your own body at first, but of a subtle compression, a gentle cradle. It's as if you've been reformed from the formless void, pressed back into existence like clay in a potter's hands. A light warmth caresses your cheek, followed by the faint, earthy scent of wood smoke mingled with something fresh, like rain on hot asphalt. It's alien, yet immediately, profoundly comforting, a stark contrast to the sterile and stale air of your old apartment.

Your eyelids finally flutter open, protesting against the sudden, brilliant wash of light that assaults your eyes. You flinch, a hand automatically lifting to shield them, but the motion feels… different. Longer. Stronger. Your head is heavy, a dull throb behind your temples, but the piercing static is gone, replaced by a profound, pervasive silence. You lie still for a moment, letting your eyes adjust, taking in the unfamiliar contours of the room.

A vibrant, buttery gold sunlight cascades in through expansive windows, banishing every shadow. As you sit up and look around, you instantly realize that you're not in your old bedroom. Instead of your old, lumpy twin bed, you now found yourself resting in a sprawling, king-sized mattress draped in crisp, white linen. The room itself is enormous and uncluttered, with walls adorned with exposed brick and a floor composed of rich, dark hardwood that gleams under the natural light. From what you’ve grown up sleeping in, this doesn’t feel like a bedroom. Instead, it’s like a sanctuary. After the claustrophobic confines of your old life, this sudden vastness is dizzying, almost overwhelming.

Confusion, thick and sticky like treacle, wraps around your mind. Where am I? What happened? The last thing you remember is the screaming static, the infernal light, and the impossible pull. You push yourself up, and the simple action feels… seamless. Your muscles respond with an unfamiliar ease, an innate strength that wasn’t there before. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, your bare feet meeting the cool, smooth wood floor. For some reason, every sensation you experience feels heightened, sharper. The air against your skin feels alive, almost electric.

You begin to walk, your steps silent and deliberate, exploring the immediate surroundings. The bed is perfectly made beneath you; a minimalist nightstand holds a single, heavy book. The room leads directly into an even larger, open-plan space. Your gaze drifts upwards, following massive, exposed beams towards a dramatic, vaulted ceiling, and then outwards, to the truly staggering sight of floor-to-ceiling glass windows. They stretch across an entire wall of the main living area, offering a breathtaking, panoramic view of a sprawling cityscape, a modern metropolis shimmering in the morning sun. Upon peering out, you don't recognize anything, not even a single landmark.

As you observe the layout of the space, it’s clear that the person living here purposely likes to have a sparse abode. In the grand living room, there’s only a charcoal-colored sofa and a weathered wooden coffee table. And then, draped casually over the back of the couch, you see it.

A black leather coat.

It’s not just a coat; it screams immediate presence. Heavy, dark, its lines clean and powerful. You find yourself drawn to it like iron to a magnet. A flicker of self-preservation, a tiny, dwindling echo of your former self, whispers a question: Who owns this? Is he here? Will he be mad if I’m touching his jacket? But the curiosity, the inexplicable pull towards the impossible, is stronger. This new version of you is already shedding the anxieties of the old. You approach the chair, a strange, primal urge guiding your movements.

Your fingers brush against the thick, supple leather, enjoying how cool and smooth to the touch it is. You lift it carefully, feeling the surprising weight, the solid craftsmanship. As you bring it closer, perhaps to examine the stitching or perhaps drawn by an impulse you can't yet name, a scent hits you.

It's a heavy musk. Pungent. Earthy. Something wild and masculine. It’s not a cologne, and certainly not a perfume; it’s deeper, more animalistic, the scent of skin and power and something ancient. For a brief, dizzying moment, your conscious mind recoils. It’s too strong, too overwhelming for your senses. But then, an incredibly powerful, almost intoxicating wave washes over you. It's incredibly appealing. Actually, it’s more than appealing – it’s a revelation. A wave of primal hunger, of possessiveness, floods your system. You don’t just want to smell it; you want to be in it. To wear it. To become saturated with this potent, alluring aroma.

Without a second thought, driven by that newfound, almost overwhelming desire, you slip the coat on. It hangs heavy on your shoulders, the interior a surprisingly soft, worn leather that feels like it molds to your form.

And then, the real changes begin.

It starts subtly, a deep, internal thrumming that originates in your core, vibrating outwards. You feel your shoulders broaden, a slow, inevitable expansion that stretches the supple leather across your back. Your chest thickens, the bones and muscle expanding, pushing outwards, filling the coat with a firming bulk that’s slowly replacing your weak and slightly flabby form. It’s not painful. Instead it feels nice, providing you with a form of pride and inner acceptance with the understanding that you're finally growing into your true self.

A warmth spreads across your arms, followed by a delicious, almost erotic prickle. You watch, fascinated, as the lean, defined muscle begins to sculpt itself along your biceps and forearms. Your skin feels tight, stretched, but in the best possible way, as if every fiber is aligning itself to a new, powerful blueprint. The scrawniness that you’d secretly despised, the flaccid softness you’d always lived with, melts away, replaced by hard, corded strength that feels utterly natural and most importantly, incredibly right.

Then, there’s your hair. Not your thin, unremarkable body hair, but a coarser, darker strand that begins to emerge. You can feel it, a subtle tickle, as a soft yet dense layer of dark hair sprouts across the upper swells of your chest, following the contours of your newly defined abdominal muscles. It's not a lot, not overwhelming, but it's a clear, masculine statement, a hint of something primal. Your fingers instinctively touch your new abdomen, feeling the tautness of your abs beneath the nascent hair, a sensation that sends a strange, exciting current through you.

Your face then begins to participate, as a faint, almost imperceptible prickle starts along your jawline. You can feel it, as if tiny, precise brushes are painting on a new contour. What was once soft and undefined now feels sharpened and more angular. A rough, dark stubble, closely trimmed but undeniably present, begins to emerge, giving your face a rugged, masculine edge that perfectly mirrors the sudden power coursing through your frame. It’s a subtle shift, yet undeniably transformative, making your jaw feel heavier, more dominant.

Driven by an overwhelming need to see the culmination of these bewildering yet thrilling changes, you move towards the massive mirror you’d noticed earlier. Your steps are heavy and deliberate, an unconscious side effect from the newfound confidence thrumming in your heart. Your heart pounds, not with fear, but with a fierce, anticipatory beat. You’re ready for this.

Your eyes meet your reflection. And you gasp.

Staring back at you is not the slightly depressed, self-conscious man you were moments ago. It's one of your most thirsted-after characters from television. Derek Hale is staring back at you. The piercing green eyes, the chiseled jaw, the thick dark brows, the intense, almost brooding expression. The muscle-bound physique, the dark hair dusting your chest – it’s all there. Every detail is perfect, a flawless replication of the powerful, brooding werewolf you’ve admired and thirsted after for years.

A wave of shock washes over you, but it’s quickly eclipsed by something else: an intense, raw arousal. Your new lips part into a smile as a low, guttural growl, a sound you’ve never made before, rumbling in your throat. The idea of sounding like that and actually growling sounds insane, yet, as you do it, it feels instinctively right. You reach out, your now larger, more powerful hand pressing against the cool glass, tracing the outline of your new face. The sensation is intoxicating. You are no longer just watching the supernatural from a screen; you are the supernatural. You are power. You are insatiable desire. You are the alpha of Beacon Hills.

Your attention, however, is abruptly snatched away by a sharp ding. It’s a distant, unfamiliar sound that cuts through the haze of your self-admiration. You glance around the vast loft, trying to locate the source. Your eyes land on a sleek, black smartphone resting on the minimalist coffee table. You hadn't even noticed it before. You walk over, your new body moving with a fluid grace that surprises you, and pick up the device.

The sleek, black smartphone felt substantial in your newly powerful hand. As your thumb grazed the screen, it brightened, revealing a single, unread message while also illuminating the innately intense and intimidating glare that your masculine new face permanently displays. The contact name Stiles made your breath hitch, a familiar spark of possessiveness flaring in your chest.

Stiles: Hey D! Just wanted to check to make sure you were free so I could come over. Definitely don’t want to show up when you’re in the middle of fighting some fucked up creature again!  Been thinking about you and that wolf dick of yours all day… 🐾

A hot, thrilling jolt spears through you, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s a mix of shock and a raw, almost predatory elation that sends a primal thrum through your newly expanded chest. The old you would have been utterly bewildered, perhaps even terrified by such a blatant, flirty invitation. He would have searched for an exit from this loft, a reason to cancel, or even a way back to his original comfortable, if uninspiring, reality. But the man looking down at the vibrating phone, the man whose muscles ripple under thick leather, whose stubble scrapes subtly against the collar – he feels only a profound sense of rightness.

Your thumb, larger and stronger now, hovers over the keyboard. A soft, knowing chuckle rumbles in your new chest, a sound that feels foreign yet perfectly natural. This is insane. This is impossible. And yet… your heart pounds, a fierce, hungry beat, not from fear, but from anticipation. This is the excitement you craved, now delivered directly to your powerful new hands.

As you consider your reply, a strange sensation washes over you, a gentle pressure behind your eyes, like faint static in your mind. Memories. Your memories. They begin to shift. Not dramatically, not a complete wipe, but a subtle re-arrangement, a fluid reshaping that feels less like erasure and more like clarification. The old you, the one who loved to binge-watch and fantasize, begins to fade slightly, allowing in its stead to have a version of you who always possessed this power, who always belonged here take control.

You remember him now: Stiles. His witty banter, his unwavering loyalty, the way his sharp mind could cut through any challenge. You remember the raw, undeniable tension between you, the unspoken understanding that had always simmered just beneath the surface. It’s not a new memory, but an intensified one, layered with a possessiveness that feels as natural as breathing.

You find yourself recalling the various nights you’ve spent together, starting from the moment you showed up in your vintage sports car to pick him up. A night full of debauchery and pure, unbridled fun would then occur, ultimately ending up with Stiles curled up beside you in bed, the faint scent of his nervousness and curiosity a constant undercurrent to your own insatiable sexual hunger. You remember the heat of his skin, the unexpected ways he would make you feel… vulnerable, despite your own immense power. These aren't just thoughts; they are visceral, sensory recollections that bloom in your mind, overshadowing the faint, irrelevant echoes of your previous life.

A memory surfaces, clear as crystal: You, feeling the surge of power during your first full moon, the primal urge to hunt, to protect your pack. You recall the deep satisfaction of knowing you were the alpha, the one who commanded respect, who took what he wanted. Of course you looked like this, a new, confident voice whispers in your mind. You were born to command, to possess. This raw strength, this dominating presence, it's always been a part of you. The very idea of being anything less than completely in charge, of being the one to yield, feels utterly alien. Your new body, dense with muscle, your rugged, wolfish features, solidified this truth. You weren't just a man; you were the Alpha. And alphas exerted their will.

The slight unease you’d felt earlier, a lingering shadow of your old self's confusion, dissipates completely, replaced by a profound sense of rightness, of destiny. Your mind smoothly rationalizes everything. This is who you are. This is who you were always meant to be. The thought of not being the one to command, to mount, to dominate feels… wrong. Your new body, your new desires, align with a startling clarity.

You smirk. A real smirk, not the half-hearted attempt of your former self, but a full, confident curve of your lips that feels sharp and dangerous. You know exactly what to type. The words flow from your new mind, dripping with exactly the right amount of possessive warmth, playful threat, and untamed desire.

Derek: Hurry up and get over here then, babe. I’ve got my leather on just for you…

Your thumb presses Send. The phone vibrates with the confirmation, a small shiver, almost like an electric current, tracing its way up your arm.

You settle into the nuances of your new form. Your posture feels different, effortlessly powerful, a silent declaration of dominance. The leather coat, heavy and warm, feels like an extension of your body, a second skin that enhances your inherent strength. Your senses, sharpened dramatically due to your werewolf heritage, pick up the subtle scents of the city outside – damp concrete, the faint metallic tang of rain in the distant air, exhaust fumes. You hear the distinct rumble of an approaching car, its engine note familiar, one you instantly recognize as Stiles' beloved Jeep. He’s close.

A low growl, deep and resonant, vibrates in your chest. It’s not out of anger, but a pure expression of burgeoning male power and anticipation. Your gaze drifts to the massive windows, the cityscape now a mere backdrop for your immediate, pressing need.

You used to watch shows, daydreaming about a world where the monsters under the bed weren’t just a threat for kids. You thought it would be more exciting than your dead-end life. And you were right.

A wicked, knowing glint enters your piercing eyes. Because now, you know. Instead of monsters under the bed, there’s about to be a monster fucking on the bed…

And that monster is you.

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Welcome To The Neighborhood

When Ryan and his boyfriend Mark found Meadow Glen Apartments, it seemed like the perfect fit for them. The complex had a charm reminiscent of suburban neighborhoods, complete with tennis courts, pools, and even white picket fences lining the pathways. It was a picturesque place that promised peace and a sense of community – a far cry from their current situation of a hectic, run-down student housing complex.

As a result, the duo wasted no time applying for the apartment. To their relief, they passed the credit and background check and received word less than a week later that they had been approved. Within two weeks, the duo had started the process of moving into their new apartment.

So as Ryan and Mark finished unloading the last of their boxes, Ryan headed over to the living room window and took a moment to appreciate the view. The sprawling tennis courts were right next to their building, the sun casting a warm glow over the neatly trimmed grass as the soft whacking noises of tennis balls echoed into their apartment.

“Gosh, this place is fucking awesome, right?” Ryan said, turning to his boyfriend, who was busy unpacking dishes into the kitchen cabinets.

“Definitely. I can’t believe we even got approved to live in a place,” Mark replied.

Ryan nodded and chuckled before going to help his boyfriend unpack more of their belongings. 

After a few hours of doing such hard work, the man decided that he needed to take a little break. So while Mark went into their bedroom to sit down and watch some TV, Ryan decided to take a walk around the area. As he strolled along a paved pathway, he noticed a man in his early thirties approaching, wearing a skintight compression shirt that left little of the man’s physique to the imagination. Although he was planning on just offering a quick nod and smile, it seemed like the man wanted more as he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Hey there! You must be new here,” the man said, offering a friendly smile.

“Yeah, uh, my boyfriend and I just moved in today. I’m Ryan,” he replied, responding to the greeting with his own kind grin.

“Nice to meet you, Ryan. I’m Steve. Say, have you been able to check out the gym or tennis courts yet?” Steve asked, gesturing towards each area respectively.

“Not yet for the gym. That's why I was walking around actually! We live right next to the courts though, we’ve got a great view from the living room. It looks really nice,” Ryan said.

“Do you play tennis?” Steve asked, his eyes lighting up with interest.

“Uh, I used to back in high school. I haven’t really played since though,” Ryan admitted.

“Well, you’re in luck then! I’m an avid tennis player, so I’d be happy to help you get back into it if you’d like. What about tomorrow morning possibly? I always think it’s a great way for me to start the day,” Steve suggested enthusiastically.

Due to his hatred for early mornings, Ryan hesitated for a moment, but Steve’s friendly demeanor and the promise of getting back into the swing of something he once enjoyed intrigued him. “Sure, why not? Tomorrow morning it is.”

“Great! I’ll see you at 7 AM sharp,” Steve said, patting Ryan on the back before continuing on his way. In response, Ryan’s jaw dropped as he tried to reckon with such an early wake-up time. 

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The next morning, Ryan woke up early with a huff. Despite his feet dragging as he went through getting dressed in some old workout gear he had, he refused to ghost the other man who was surely already waiting for him. As a result, he laced up his sneakers and,  after finishing his cup of coffee, headed to the tennis courts. Unsurprisingly to Ryan, Steve was already there, dressed in tennis whites and stretching with a smile plastered on his face.

“Good morning, Ryan! Ready to get back into the swing of things?” Steve called out, his voice incredibly chipper as he reveled in his own punny response. .

“Morning, Steve. Yeah, let’s do this,” Ryan replied, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness along with the still-prominent sensation of drowsiness.

Upon being handed a racket from the other man, Ryan allowed Steve to run him through a quick set of drills to help him get reacquainted with how to stand and hold his racket. After going through a practice round of serving, the duo took a quick drink break before Steve suggested that they start doing some volleys back and forth.

Upon agreeing, Ryan made his way over to his side of the court and allowed Steve to begin the next task. But as each volley back and forth occurred, the man found himself feeling a strange tingling sensation. Unbeknownst to him as he focused on traversing his side of the court to hit the back back to Steve, the man had no way of knowing that his body was slowly changing. 

At first, it was subtle with things changing to help him become a better player such as his posture straightening or his movements becoming much more fluid. But soon, the changes became more noticeable. His muscles started to grow, his arms and legs gaining definition and strength. By the time they finished their first hour, Ryan found himself needing to start loosening his grip as his hits to Steve were falling far outside of the boundaries lines of the court.

Yet despite needing to constantly run to grab the overshot balls, Steve maintained a calm and chipper demeanor. “Wow, you’re becoming quite the natural, Ryan! I know you said before that you used to play, but you’re getting better and better with each set. We’ve just got to get you working on your volley strength and you’ll be better than most of the guys here,” he said, genuinely impressed with his newest personal pet project. 

In response, Ryan smiled as his cheeks slightly began to redden. He then looked down to avoid the other man from seeing his bashful response to the compliments – which caused him to notice his physique. Prior to heading to the courts, the man had a relatively twinky appearance where he was toned yet didn’t have much muscle mass. But as he looked down and saw how his arms were noticeably plumper and his chest was no longer flat, he found himself stammering. “I– What’s happening here? I look different and feel… stronger,” he said, his voice straining in confusion as he lifted his arms up and watched his biceps begin to bulge.

Steve responded like there was nothing amiss though. “Looks like someone’s getting quite cocky, huh?” he replied, chuckling as he reached up and patted Ryan on the shoulder. “You’ve always had a toned body - so you look the same to me. Anyways, I gotta go get ready for work. Same time tomorrow?”

Ryan nodded, still in a daze from his apparent transformation. “Yeah, sure. Uh, thanks, Steve.”

As Ryan walked back to his apartment, he felt a surge of energy and confidence. Upon getting inside his apartment though, his boyfriend awoke in shock to Ryan’s bigger physique.

“Babe, what the hell happened to you? You look like a jock now!” Mark exclaimed.

“Ok, so I’m not going crazy! I have no idea what was going on,” Ryan said, shrugging his shoulders which unintentionally showcased his thicker shoulder and neck muscles. “We were just playing tennis and by the time we finished, I was bigger!”

Although both men were unsurprisingly confused by what was going on, the sight of his boyfriend’s increased physique led to an unintentional side effect for Mark – he was growing increasingly horny. Before long, the questions about how and why this was happening were replaced with intense desire to feel those muscles and have his boyfriend use them on him. As such, the remainder of the day devolved into a kinky and excited adventure for both men as they wondered how else he would change the next morning.

As his alarm went off the next day, Ryan’s usual sensation of disgust at an early morning wake-up call was replaced with one of invigorated excitement. He made his way into his closet, where the man was stunned to find that similarly to his body the previous day, his clothing options had shifted too. In addition to growing several sizes larger to fit his more muscular physique, his former attire of graphic t-shirts had been primarily replaced with a sea of colorful compression workout shirts. This theme was continued to his pants and underwear – which was now primarily composed of compression briefs, dri-fit shorts, and expensive joggers.

Despite Steve greeting him, Ryan skipped the pleasantries and went straight into interrogation mode. "Steve, what the hell is happening to me?" he asked, looking down at his more muscular form. "Why am I transforming like this?"

For a moment, it seemed as though Steve was playing coy about what was going on as he adopted a more confused expression on his face. But as Ryan refused to budge, the man’s resolve quickly faded as he decided to finally divulge some answers.

“There’s a reason behind why you’re changing – Meadow Glen isn’t just any apartment complex, “ Steve began. “I don’t know how else to describe it besides it has some sort of magical energy. Whatever it is though, it helps people realize their true potential. I know it sounds creepy, but when I first saw you the other day, you reminded me so much of my former self when I first arrived here. I couldn’t help but imagine how much you’d change, so that’s why I invited you here. I wanted to help you discover that inner potential of yours and bring it out.”

Ryan stared at Steve, his eyes bulging while trying to process the revelation. “So, this place… you’re telling me it’s magical?”

“In a way, I guess,” Steve said with a shrug. “From what I’ve seen since moving here, it seems the magic only works if you’re open to it – if you’re wanting to change and become something better. Given the fact that you’ve embraced it fully, it seems you’ve been blessed incredibly well.”

Although he got the answers he was initially seeking, the revelations only made him grow more frustrated by his neighbor’s deviousness. “But why would you do this? You just went around and tricked me into transforming into something I’m not. Do you realize how fucked up that is?!”

Steve looked up, a small smile playing on his lips as he rolled his eyes. "Ryan, are you seriously trying to tell me these changes are a problem for you?" he asked, his tone calm and measured. "Look at yourself. You're becoming an actual man. Someone who is muscular and handsome rather than weak and frail. How isn’t that a huge improvement to you?"

Ryan frowned, running a hand through his hair as he looked down at his muscular torso that filled out his shirt. "But it's so sudden…"

Steve leaned against the net, crossing his arms. "Who cares about how fast it feels when you’re turning out so well. I’m sure that boyfriend of yours was a big fan of the changes so far, right? Well, just one more session with me and I think you’ll be finished changing."

Ryan's confusion began to give way to contemplation. "You can’t just be doing this all out of the goodness of your heart. So, what's in it for you?"

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. "Isn't it obvious? I’ll finally get a formidable tennis opponent. You're becoming a real challenge on the court, which is just what I need to keep pushing me to improve my game."

Ryan looked at Steve, processing his words. "So, we're both getting something out of this?"

"Exactly," Steve replied with a wide smile. "You've been given a gift, Ryan. Embrace it. Use it to your advantage. It's not every day you get a chance to become the person you've always wanted to be."

Ryan nodded slowly, a sense of acceptance washing over him. He flexed his now powerful arms, feeling the strength coursing through them. "I guess you're right. This is definitely better than how I used to be."

Steve clapped him on the shoulder, grinning. "That's the spirit. Now, how about we get back out there and see just how far you can push yourself?"

In response, Ryan smiled as he envisioned the ways in which he could continue changing. With a newfound excitement forming in his mind, the man cheerfully responded to his tennis partner. "Let's do it."

After taking a few minutes to stretch and prepare for the match between Steve, Ryan shook his limbs out one final time before jogging over to the correct spot to receive the other man’s serve. As he bounced on his toes and watched his partner begin a powerful serve, the man was giddy with excitement.

Steve, focusing on the game, didn't initially notice the transformation at first. It was only when Ryan returned another fierce volley that outsmarted the other man and won the first set where he glanced up and caught sight of Ryan's evolving face. Before his very eyes, the other man’s features were shifting – becoming more chiseled and defined by the second. His cheekbones soon stood out more prominently, which worked well as his jawline also sharpened in tandem into a strong, masculine contour.

As Ryan prepared to serve and start the second set, he had no way of noticing his brown hair darkening until it took on a rich, jet-black hue. By this point, sweat was beginning to run down his face to the point of annoyance – but this was soon remedied as a shadow of stubble quickly grew into a trimmed beard that framed his now strikingly handsome face. His eyes, previously cursed with dark circles, seemed to gleam with a new intensity as those circles were instead replaced with a light set of wrinkles. Although neither man had a way of knowing, this was the beginning of Ryan’s age progression into that of a man in his early 30s.

With each powerful stroke of the racket, Ryan felt an invigorating surge of strength that felt oddly at odds with the fact that he was growing older by the second. Regardless, he moved with a newfound grace and power, dominating the game with ease as his physique inflated a bit more with muscle to make his clothing even tighter. Steve, bewildered by the front row seat to the transformation, struggled to keep up, his eyes widening as he watched Ryan become almost unrecognizable.

Ryan's final serve was a blur, the ball slamming into the court with such force that it gave Steve no chance to return it. Panting, Ryan straightened up, his muscular physique now even more pronounced under the sunlight. He moved closer to the net as he reached into his bag and pulled out a rag to wipe the sweat off of his face. But as he moved his hand and the piece of fabric up to his visage, it didn’t take long before the man realized that it had changed over the course of the match. His hands scraped against the thick stubble that now covered his cheeks – providing a strong sense of excitement in the man who had never been able to grow anything besides a wispy mustache.

As the man reached into his bag and opened up his phone, Steve approached to watch Ryan gleefully open up the camera app and get a look at his new visage. Upon doing so, the other man watched as Ryan gasped in shock before beginning to poke and prod at his older and more attractive visage. 

“Looking good, Ryan. It seems like you’ve finished changing. Do you like it?,” Steve asked, knowing the answer yet still opting to ask to allow the other man to verbalize his acceptance of his new body. 

“Oh my god, hell yes. This is wild! I look so much more handsome… and older!”

In response, Steve chuckled as he moved forward to embrace his tennis partner. “Yeah, it’s definitely a lot to get used to at first! By the time you wake up tomorrow, everything will be fixed to fit your new, older body. I don’t know for sure what your job and everything will be necessarily, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you end up working here as a tennis instructor and trainer at the gym. A lot of the other guys who ended up as big as you ended up with a job like that.”

A strange yet welcomed sense of excitement and acceptance coursed through Ryan’s body as he fully realized that this new body and life would be forever his. The concept of an apartment complex changing him still felt like some weird fantasy tale, but based on his experience, he knew it was completely legitimate. As a result, he turned to Steve and wrapped him in a tight hug.

“This is all still so crazy, but thank you for everything Steve,” he said, his voice wavering with emotion. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you…”

Ever the wise-cracking fellow, Steve wasted no time trying to elicit a chuckle from the transformed man. “Oh, it doesn’t take much. Just keep showing up here so we can play together. One of these days, maybe not in the near future, I will absolutely demolish you!” 

From there, both men decided to call their session for the day. Steve said that he had to get ready for work while Ryan was eager to reveal the new and improved version of himself to his boyfriend. As a result, the duo said their goodbyes before finally going in their own separate directions.

So as he left the tennis courts of Meadow Glen and made his way into his apartment, Ryan realized that the move had changed his life in more ways than one. Not only had it given him a new apartment but also a new lease on life! He had rediscovered a passion, made a brand new friendship, and transformed into the best version of himself. And it all started with a simple offer from a friendly neighbor…

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The Do-Over

This is one of my favorite stories that I've done, so much so that I've been considering bringing this idea back and turning it into a series for Patreon. I hope you enjoy!

As Arthur Saunders peered down towards his kitchen counter, the newly-minted 29-year-old scratched his head as he attempted to understand what he was looking at. It was earlier in the day when he first encountered the medium-sized box as he accidentally kicked it upon exiting his apartment. Despite his own curiosity about the box given the fact that there was no label or return address listed, the man had several birthday-related errands to run and was forced to quickly place the box inside before leaving for the majority of the day.

So despite his slight tiredness upon returning back to his apartment after a lively day of various celebrations with friends and family, Arthur’s mind began to continuously ponder not only what was inside the box but who had sent it. Based on the lack of postage or a shipping label, it was clear that someone had physically dropped the package off on his doorstep. But who would do that and not even knock on the door or attempt to speak with the man?

Although Arthur believed his curiosity was already at its peak, he soon realized that this was not true as he cut open the box and pulled back the cardboard flaps. Sitting in the box was a huge red button with the words “DO-OVER” painted white on the top, which instantly puzzled the young man. Although he assumed the button was all that was inside the box given the slew of packing peanuts that filled most of the box, Arthur gripped onto the button and found that a full contraption was unearthed upon lifting it up and out of the box.

As he set it down on the kitchen counter, Arthur spent a few minutes observing the bizarre item. Although the bright red button was a prominent feature, it was connected to a jet black base that was rounded and nearly double the size of the large button. On the base itself, Arthur discovered two large rectangular LED screens that sat both above and below the large button. Although he could tell that they were meant to display some sort of text or visual, the dull haze of the screen revealed that there was no power to the contraction… at least not yet.

Intrigued about what exactly the device did, Arthur found himself lifting it up and inspecting it in search of a power button. But alas, no such discovery was found by the man, which caused him to set the item down and direct his focus towards the huge box. In hopes of finding some sort of instructions, the man plunged his hand deep into the sea of packing peanuts and aimlessly felt around.

Eventually, the man was able to pick up on the slip of paper that was included in the box and fished it out. Upon grabbing it and holding it out in front of him, the curious man narrowed his eyes as he hoped the paper would provide some much needed explanations.

Dear User, Congratulations on being selected to test out the brand new Do-Over Program. Upon being submitted by an acquaintance of yours, our company has been slowly observing you and your actions for the past few months. Upon noticing your general feelings of stagnation and confusion over your life, we’ve deemed you to be a perfect fit for the program. The device you’ve been provided will allow you the opportunity to do-over your life, which will cause every aspect of your personality to be randomized in hopes of providing you an entirely new and positive outlook towards life. Although such a concept may seem scary, please know that none of these changes are permanent (as long as you don’t wish for them to be). With the perks of being chosen for this program though, our only ask is that for our own research that you wait at least 24 hours before attempting another do-over.  In regards to completing the program, there are two possible options. Firstly, you can continue to explore and test out various different lives and identities until you find one that seems perfect to you. Upon doing so, you can then lock the new identity in, which will cause the device to be retrieved and sent to the next participant in the program. If you do not accept any of the new lives created by the program, there is also another option that will return you to your original life. With this option though, we only recommend it if you have discovered that the entire process has caused you to have a renewed interest and sense of determination of how to move forward. If you choose this option, please contact S-C Enterprises via the provided information and we will send an employee to retrieve the device. Regardless of the end result you choose, we hope you have an enjoyable experience as a part of our program. Sincerely, The Do-Over Team

Upon finishing reading the note and setting the piece of paper onto the kitchen countertop, Arthur found that he now had more questions than he had answers. Who had submitted him to this program, and what did the company mean by saying they’ve been observing him for months? Surely they weren’t actually watching him and observing his online behaviors, right? 

Despite being significantly unnerved by the contents of the note, Arthur couldn’t deny that his curiosity was piqued by the reveal of what the contraption sitting on his counter was capable of. The premise sounded like something straight out of a science fiction 80s film, but it felt surprisingly pertinent to him. 

Although he hated to give props to a group that was apparently stalking him both in person and virtually, it was true that Arthur wasn’t quite happy with the cards he had been dealt with in life. When he first decided to go to university, the concept of being a teacher and helping mold young minds seemed like a rewarding career path. But after several years of actually being a teacher in a posh all-male school, the dull monotony of lessons along with the disrespect from both his students and fellow faculty members left him feeling like a husk of himself. With the constant influx of assignments to mark along with having to create lesson plans, Arthur found that even his own free time in his flat was devoted to his career… which only made him loathe it further.

To make matters worse, the realization that he was now only one year from reaching his 30s left the teacher feeling quite depressed and anxious. Although he knew that he personally loathed his current career choice, the crushing reality of his ever-increasing age meant that it was becoming incredibly unlikely for a last minute career change. Even worse, he had so many other hobbies and dreams that he couldn’t even mentally envision what to do with his life. In his free time, the man loved to write short stories or play video games, but the likelihood of becoming a famous author or Twitch streamer seemed impossible. Overall, his life left him feeling trapped and utterly helpless. 

As he realized just how correct the letter’s assumption of his unhappiness was, Arthur’s eyes soon found themselves peering down to the blocky white text of “DO OVER” plastered across the top of the red button. Although he remained significantly unnerved by the contents of the letter, the bold white letters on the button had an inversely calming effect. Closing his eyes, the text flashed through his mind like an opening night marquee and thus caused the man to envision the endless amount of possibilities that he could have taken with his life. Before he could even comprehend what he was doing, the man reached a hand out and quickly slammed it down onto the bright red button.

The loud noise suddenly emitting from the contraption caused Arthur to suddenly open his eyes and look down in slight fear. As a sound similar to gears whirling seemed to emit from the inner mechanism of the device, Arthur let out a soft scream and jumped in shock as the speed of the noise increased until a booming pop filled his flat. 

Soundtracked by the noise, Arthur watched as a small knob suddenly popped out and revealed itself on the left side of the device. It was perfectly in line with the rectangular LED screen, which left the man curious about if the knob was somehow linked to the screen. Just as he began to reach out to mess with the knob though, both screens suddenly became active and lost their dim and dull display. 

In awe, Arthur watched as the screens finally began to display text. At first, it was just the top screen that went into action, displaying a simple welcome message that addressed him by his full legal name. But upon displaying that message for a few seconds, the screen erased the text as a slew of text emerged. As Arthur watched each statistic display itself though, he quickly realized that it was somehow perfectly displaying accurate descriptions of himself. 

Name: Arthur Saunders Age: 29 Height: 6’1” Weight: 95kg  Physique: Average  Ethnicity: Caucasian Nationality: British

Before Arthur could even attempt to formulate a reaction to what he was seeing, his eyes watched as the bottom screen suddenly roared to life. Looking down to see what was happening, he watched as letter by letter a word was forming. Although he soon figured out what it would say by the fifth letter, Arthur still watched with intense curiosity as the word Randomizing manifested. Just as the “g” finally appeared to finish the word though, Arthur gasped in shock as a loud and shrill whirring noise began to emit from the device.

Unlike the metallic whirring sound that was due to the gears inside the device changing, this whirling was undoubtedly electronic due to its frequency. Out of nowhere, the noise spiked to ear-numbing levels and forced Arthur to grit his teeth while lifting his arms up to shield his ears.

For a few moments the sharp noise maintained its maximum intensity, which continued to just assault Arthur’s eardrums to the point where the usually non-religion man was mentally begging for salvation. To his relief and utter shock, his prayers seemed to work as the noise suddenly halted and caused the entire room to go quiet (besides the intense ringing that was still rattling in Arthur’s ears). 

Unfortunately though, this tranquility didn’t last for long as a bright white light suddenly erupted from the device and completely engulfed Arthur’s modest flat. Frantic to not be blinded by the intense assault on his vision, the man pulled his hands away from his ears expeditiously and used them to cover his eyes. 

Although he had assumed that the assault on his senses had been utterly affected, it seemed this wasn’t the case as Arthur could feel a dull vibration ripple across his entire body. Upon gritting his teeth, the man was left with nothing to do but ride out this uncomfortable sensation that left him feeling as though he was viciously drifting through the ocean.

After what felt like hours, the bizarre sensations riddling Arthur’s body suddenly ceased. Although he was unsure of whether the blinding light that had filled his flat had finally stopped, the confusion and fear over what he had been feeling caused him to take a risk and slowly part his eyelids. Given the blinding light and the deep vibrations that had wrecked his body resembled that of a bomb, Arthur had assumed that his flat would be in some state of disarray. But as he looked around, everything appeared to be exactly like he had last seen it from the slight piling of dirty dishes in his sink to the device that remained on the kitchen counter.

Such a reveal was confusing to Arthur, which caused him to rub his temples and attempt to figure out what exactly he had just experienced. “What the hell wa-” he began, his words suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. As his eyes bulged out in shock, the man lifted a hand up and allowed his fingers to graze along his Adam’s apple. For 29 years of his life, Arthur had always had an average and very clearly British accent when he spoke. But as he talked now, it quickly became clear that it wasn’t the case. Instead, the words that came out of his mouth resembled a deep boom that echoed through his flat and unequivocally American. “Is, is that my voice?” he asked aloud to no one in particular, his body shivering as he realized he wasn’t insane in his first assumption. He truly did sound just like the men he had seen in countless American blockbuster films.

Just as he was on the verge of becoming incredibly panicked over the new voice in which he spoke with, a loud ding suddenly rang out from the device and caused Arthur to look down. Upon doing so, he watched as the bottom screen began to display text. As he watched each line of text display itself, Arthur quickly realized that it was the same stats as the top screen, although they were now being listed in reverse order and displaying very different information.

Nationality: American Ethnicity: Caucasian

Although Arthur felt proud of himself for assuming that his assumption of his new accent was correct, there was also a lingering sense of panic as he finally took a moment to realize that the device was truly randomizing his body and turning him into someone else. With the concept of having a new life to try out now validated, the man looked down with cautious excitement as the next few lines of text began to appear.

Physique: Muscular Weight: 163 lbs Height: 5’11”

Upon watching those three lines of text appear on the screen, a loud gasp instantly escaped from the man’s mouth as he couldn’t believe the concept of becoming incredibly muscular. Although he had a moderate amount of muscle in his arms and legs, it was often clear that he was an average man by the slightly pudgy stomach that was small yet still made itself present in any shirt he wore. It was always a place of insecurity for the man, so when he looked down at himself and noticed that his stomach was completely flat, a relieved smirk manifested onto his face. This smirk quickly turned into a cocky grin though as he reached his hand underneath his shirt and ended up discovering a well-defined six-pack that left his hands feeling as though they were traveling down a brick road.

Despite wanting so badly to explore more of his new physique, Arthur forced himself to stop as the final two lines of text revealed itself to him.

Age: 23 Name: Michael Chad Johnson

Upon learning of his new name and age, the realization that he was now someone entirely different from Arthur Saunders set in. In his mind, it was one thing to gain a muscular physique and another to become an entirely different person. As such, the concept was both incredibly exciting yet also undoubtedly nerve-wracking. In hopes of calming this anxiety though, the man took a moment to remind himself that this could all be temporary and that caused him to take a deep breath and ground himself once more.

With the last of the text now displayed, Arthur wasted no time rushing away from the kitchen counter in hopes of getting a better look at himself. The man made a direct bee-line towards his bathroom, quickly flipping on the light and shutting the door behind him. As the lights above the mirror flicked to life, Arthur felt butterflies in his stomach as he found himself looking at his new visage. He looked so hot!

The man couldn’t help but smile as he looked into the mirror and admired the new features that his face possessed. Not only was he in possession of a well-angled jawline, but his blue eyes were incredibly inviting and at odds with just how classically masculine and intimidating he looked. Although it was only 6 years of age regression, Arthur quickly picked up on some noticeable changes. Given the fact that his new age made it so he wasn’t up late every night planning class lessons and grading papers, there was no indication of the slight wrinkles that had recently begun adorning his face. On top of this, the man also picked up on how his complexion had completely altered, shifting away from a slightly pasty shade to something that was much more well-maintained and tanned.

Eager to see more of his new physique, the man wasted no time taking his shirt off and throwing it aside. Upon turning back to stare into the mirror, Arthur was greeted to the glorious sight of a ripped physique. Although he was momentarily upset by the loss of chest hair that adorned his chest and down his stomach, he quickly accepted the change as he traded it in for an impressive six pack and pair of pecs. 

Not wanting the remaining clothes to hinder his exploration of his new physique, Arthur quickly dropped his pants until all that he was dressed in was a pair of underwear. For several minutes the man was transfixed as he tensed his leg muscles to admire his thick thigh and calf muscles. As he turned around and craned his neck back to the mirror, the man was also relieved to discover he had a prominent yet firm ass now. 

But while all of those aspects were exciting, the sudden strain against the fabric of his underwear caused Arthur to take note of his manhood. While he was admiring himself, he had understandably gotten quite turned on to the point where a rock hard cock was struggling to remain concealed. Unlike his former 5-incher, the manhood he was now in possession of had to be at least 7 inches and twice as thick. As he gripped onto it and gave a slight squeeze, the man moaned as he began to leak pre-cum. This is a dream come true, he thought, allowing one hand to caress his cock while the other flexed and squeezed on his new physique.

So while Arthur was having a blast admiring his new jock body, the device that remained unattended on the kitchen counter was continuing to move onto the next stage as text appeared on the top screen.

Stage Two: Location Alteration Current Location: United Kingdom Residence Style: Flat

Given Arthur’s new identity as an American, the second screen suddenly began to rapidly scroll through all 50 states to settle on his new home along with a list of different housing styles. After a good 15 seconds of bouncing between countless options, the device finally settled on two choices for the new Michael Chad Johnson.

New Location: Virginia Residence Style: Mobile Home

So while Arthur remained in a euphoric state exploring his new body, the man was unaware of the fact that he and his residence had been teleported to a vacant lot in a rural Virginia trailer park. Given the larger plot of land that he now called his own, the man’s flat began to expand and rearrange itself into an expanded rectangular shape. While the magic began to connect all of his piping and electricity to the plot of land, the interior of his new home was being redecorated to give a cozy Americana feel. Although a lot of the man’s original décor remained (such as the few shelves of superhero memorabilia that he had), it was condensed to allow an entire row of shelving to display vintage Americana style décor and signage.

By the time Arthur had finally exited the bathroom to return to the device, the changes to his new residence had finished and immediately threw the now-younger man for a loop. It was so bizarre to discover the new layout of his home as he attempted to navigate his way back to the kitchen. Throughout his journey to return to the device, Arthur also noticed the slew of blank picture frames that now hung off of his walls. It was a bizarre sight for the man to behold, especially as he knew that they would soon be filled with random new images as more of this Michael character’s backstory was created…

Upon returning to the kitchen counter, Arthur Saunders’ return was perfectly timed with the text of the device erasing as the next step in the process began. To his immediate interest, the next stage was revealed to be the announcement of both Arthur’s and “Michael’s” hobbies. Rather than just a text reveal though, the top screen of the device became much more visual as it was divided into three individual sections. As soon as the lines were finished dividing up the spaces, Arthur watched as each individual section began moving up and down. Watching each section rapidly spin up and down, it quickly became clear that the visual was supposed to be reminiscent of a slot machine. After a few more rotations around, each section finally stopped to lock in three emojis.

|🖊️|💪|🕹️|

To Arthur’s amusement, he saw these and immediately realized that they perfectly described his hobbies. Whenever he wasn’t hard at work grading papers or creating lesson plans, the man loved nothing more than writing, working out, or playing video games. Although he shouldn’t have been surprised about how accurate the device was given the magical abilities of it, he still found himself impressed that he could be narrowed down so specifically. 

Soon afterwards, the bottom screen adopted the same visual style and began to aimlessly spin. With intense curiosity, Arthur found himself bent over the counter and excitedly looking down to wonder what his new hobbies would be as Michael. One-by-one, the emojis that formed caused Arthur’s heart to flutter in a tizzy of intense joy.

|📱|💪|🎼|

Although he had no idea what the music emoji would entail, the visual of seeing a cell phone and a flexing emoji back to back left Arthur taking into account his hunky new physique and becoming excited about the concept of being a hunky influencer. While the magic quietly worked itself in the background for a few minutes though, the man began to ponder whether his educated guess was actually right as nothing seemed to be happening. But soon enough, his phone began to go absolutely haywire as a flood of notifications began to ring out and fill the room with an endless sea of dings.

Despite not being able to unlock the phone as it continued to ding and reveal endless notifications, the man’s lock screen was able to provide a decent amount of information as he saw these notifications coming from both Instagram and TikTok. With each like and comment notification flooding his phone, the man’s mind couldn’t help but wonder what his new social media content would be like.

Eventually Arthur was given the opportunity to explore his new social media as the notifications finally stopped after a few more minutes of notification spamming. To start things off he headed over to his Instagram to see what had become of his account. Upon doing so and heading to his account page, the man was flabbergasted to discover that his new account of michaelchad757 had nearly 100k followers. Given the fact that his former account only had 400 followers, the growth was monumental and left Arthur oddly feeling incredibly proud despite not actually being Michael.

Upon clicking on his most recent post, Arthur was immediately turned on by innate confidence that his new self displayed as he smirked for the camera and flexed his mighty biceps. Based on the comments underneath the post, it seemed that Arthur wasn’t in the minority in terms of how hot and bothered his flexing made people feel.

After quickly scrolling through the rest of his post history and finding tons of flexing videos or thirst trap photos that showcased his ripped torso, Arthur was buzzing with excitement to see what sort of visual delights awaited him on TikTok. As such, the man quickly exited out of Instagram and switched over to the other app that had become overloaded with notifications. Upon doing so and heading to his account, Arthur was shocked to discover that his account there was even bigger than his Instagram. With over 250,000 followers and over 2.6 million likes, he was an undeniable TikTok star!

For the most part, his TikTok account was exactly what he expected: an endless slew of thirst traps where he cockily smirked on the camera before removing his shirt and flexing his muscles as a random song or sound soundtracked the video. As he continued to scroll through videos, he found that Michael had a favorite move - popping his pecs to the beat of any song that he used in the video. It was incredibly hypnotizing to watch his plump chest ripple and bounce to the song, which made more sense as to why he was able to amass such a huge following despite being the most vanilla of thirst traps. 

After scrolling through at least 20 videos of his new body doing the same sort of moves while stripping, Arthur found himself thrown for a loop when he came across a video of Michael doing something non-flexing related. Instead, he watched as his shirtless body stood in front of a mirror and instead began to freestyle rap rather than flex. Such a reveal was a huge shock to Arthur, especially as he himself wasn’t much of a rap guy. Pop and alternative were usually his favorite genres, so this new reveal was quite the 180 for the former teacher.

Yet as he exited out of the app to explore his Apple Music, he found that the device had deleted all of his favorite tunes from his library and replaced them with unknown rap songs that Michael seemingly adored. Upon hitting shuffle, the first song that popped up seemed like an instant no to Arthur as the instrumental was a far cry from his usual tastes. But as the beat continued and rapping began, the transformed man found himself absentmindedly perfectly replicating the words and the flow of the rapper. 

Upon allowing the song to finish up, Arthur was somewhat amused by this new quirk. Although he loved his pop music more than anything, he found himself willing to embrace this new change as he viewed this new life as only temporary since he could just do another attempt with the device tomorrow. As soon as this thought crossed his mind, the device seemed to pick up on Arthur’s acceptance of his new situation as the screens lit up once more and began to move to the next stage.

The bright lights of the screen pulled Arthur away from his phone, which caused him to tuck it back into his pants pocket as he devoted his attention to the device once more. While doing so, Arthur quickly discovered that the next stage would be deemed the “mental changes”. As the text quickly deleted itself, the man watched as the screens evolved once more and became more visual. Instead of a slot machine graphic though, each screen revealed a large roulette wheel. 

In a snap, each roulette slot suddenly became adored with various text. While the top screen had a slew of numbers ranging from 70 to 130, the bottom screen’s slots were filled with text that listed various things such as “heterosexual”, “asexual”, “homosexual”. As he read the bottom screen, he was able to quickly figure out that the roulette wheel there was meant to decide his new sexuality. Given his status already as a bisexual, the device had already grayed out that option to make it clear that he was intended to have a new experience with Michael’s life. The top screen remained a mystery for a few minutes before the term “IQ” was suddenly manifested in the middle of the roulette wheel. 

Instantly, the concept of changing his IQ set off alarm bells in Arthur’s mind. The concept of gaining a new body was a dream come true, but the 50/50 chances of becoming either smarter or dumber than what he already was was a risk he was unwilling to take. As such, he tried his best to search for a way to skip the intended changes. But his entire search of the device revealed no skip button and he gulped in fear as the top wheel began to spin just as he set it back down on the counter.

For what felt like an eternity, the wheel continued to just aimlessly spin as if it was taunting Arthur for its impending choice. As such, Arthur’s entire body felt absolutely sluggish as the weight of the upcoming decision weighed on him. To both his relief and horror, the wheel finally decided to stop on the number 74. Given the fact that his IQ had seemingly been in the 100 range based on how that entire range had been grayed out, 74 was an extreme downgrade. 

Instantly, Arthur could feel the intense ripple effect of the IQ choice as his mind was seemingly drained of his knowledge. In no time, it quickly became clear that he wouldn’t be a teacher anymore as all of his university knowledge was sapped away and left him with a high school education. To make matters worse though, Arthur’s knowledge was further impacted as his low IQ made him a piss-poor student with a bare minimum vocabulary. Rather than easily passing all of his classes and graduating near the top of his class, Michael was an obvious idiot who struggled to stay focused on boring class lessons. As more of Arthur’s high school experiences were erased, they were soon replaced with memories that fit a total slacker like Michael. Given his new low attention span and dislike of boring classes, Arthur’s thoughts of high school brought forth new memories of being a total nuisance in class as he loved to disrupt the teacher or sit in the back making small talk with his other jock friends.

This life path as a total himbo also led to an unintended side effect as new memories emerged where Michael opted to go by his middle name of Chad. This was mainly due to the fact that everyone in his friend loved to taunt him and jokingly call him a “total Chad”. Given the fact that his middle name was actually Chad, he opted to forgo his ill-fitting first name and become the complete Chad fantasy that his best bros had heralded him.

Speaking of jocks, Chad’s high school experience made it so the only place he really excelled was in sports. Throughout his 4 years, he had played football, wrestling, and baseball and been the star player on each team. If it wasn’t for his barely passing grades, he could have gotten full-ride scholarships to countless major schools. But alas, the man found himself utterly bored with school by the time the last sports season of the year was over. Rather than wasting his time and waking up early to spend 7 “dull ass” hours trapped in a classroom, Chad dropped out a month before graduation and began to just work out at the gym 24/7. 

This decision had a serious impact on Chad’s life, causing him to get kicked out of his parents’ house and left to fend for himself. Given his jock physique, he ultimately found himself making money occasionally training some pudgy middle-aged loser who wanted to lose weight at his local gym. It was pathetic in Chad’s eyes to watch someone fail to do the bare minimum in terms of workouts, but he refused to make his thoughts known so he could continue making money. After nearly six months of crashing on the couch of his jockish best friends, the man had finally gained enough money to move into a mobile home in a nearby trailer park. 

By the time the second wheel had begun spinning, the light behind Arthur’s vibrant blue eyes had faded, leaving behind simply the dull stare of an idiot himbo. As such, the only reason why the man’s attention was kept by the device was the bright vibrant colors of the wheel as it widely spun around. This transfixion that the device kept on him was maintained even as the wheel stopped spinning and landed on the heterosexual option, so much so that he didn’t even object to such a reveal. 

“Fuck yeah bro, that’s lit!” Chad exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air as deep down Arthur finally submitted to become his ultimate straight jock fantasy. Upon closing his eyes and thinking about what it would be like to be a straight man, Arthur found himself envisioning a blonde bimbo on her knees and looking up with a lustful stare. While this fantasy was helping lead him into this new sexual orientation, the man’s cock was hardening as his memories of love and relationships were altering. 

Rather than being attracted to jocks like his best bros or sweet and kind girls, Arthur’s mind found his memories altering to where he almost exclusively hooked up with members of his high school cheerleading team. There were countless memories where he would be approached after a game by a girl looking to congratulate him for a great performance, which would soon lead to erotic fucking in the locker rooms or baseball dugouts. Although Arthur was once a sensitive lover who was more interested in the emotional connection he had with someone, it was all physical for Chad. He didn’t give a fuck about personality or emotional connection, all that mattered to him was whether a girl had a “banging bod” or not.

Upon the wheel’s effects finally finishing up their changes to the new Chad’s mind, the screens went blank again before announcing that the final stage - career prospects - was about to begin. As Chad looked up towards the first screen, he was utterly confused to see that his career was listed as a “Professional Educator & Aspiring Writer”. He fucking loathed school, so he would never dare to become a loser that spent all of his time dressed up all nice and teaching dumb shit that didn’t matter in real life! The concept of becoming a writer was funny to Chad as well, because he was fully aware of the fact that he was a complete idiot. He loved that fact about himself, so the concept of becoming a writer with his elementary school level writing abilities was hilarious.

After finishing his laugh at the concept of having such loser jobs, Chad watched as the bottom screen lit up and began to display text. His mind was quite confused though as the screen displayed the same text as the top screen: “Professional Educator & Aspiring Writer”. To add more confusion to the mix, the words educator and writer were suddenly erased to leave two large blanks.

As soon as this was complete, Chad jumped in shock as a keyboard suddenly extended out of the device. At first the man had no idea what he was supposed to do, but as he looked at the screen and watched as a text cursor began to blink within the first blank. “Oh shit, it’s like a game huh?” Chad dimly exclaimed, chuckling as he thought about the concept of picking his own career. Although he had the opportunity to pick any possible career that could provide him with a more lavish lifestyle, Chad’s low IQ didn’t allow for such intense thinking. As such, the man’s id led the way as he opted to pursue his immediate impulsive thoughts and typed out his answers. Upon looking it over, the man gave a dopey smile before he pressed the enter button to lock in his answer.

With a loud yet cheerful ringing suddenly emerging upon hitting enter, Chad found himself staring intensely at the bottom screen as more text began to finally fill the screen.

Professional Thirst Trap & Aspiring Rapper * CHOICE ACCEPTED *

Instantly, Chad tilted his head back and gasped as an intense tingle began to massage his skull. Deep within his brain, the jock’s mind was undergoing one final transformation to complete his new life for the day. Although his memories of becoming a worker at his local gym were true, this altered slightly as he became TikTok famous to the point where brands were actively reaching out to do deals and endorsements with him. With such a steady amount of income coming in, the man ultimately quit his job and focused on creating thirst trap content. Now instead of the grueling chore of a 9 to 5, Chad simply spends all of his time now working out and filming vanity videos of himself flexing for the camera.

Given just how fast his brand had grown over the course of the past year, Chad knew that he had his audience in the palm of his hand. So, knowing just how much people thirsted for him (for obvious reasons in his opinion), Chad also found himself making even more money as he opted to open up an OnlyFans account. Despite his OnlyFans account name being Chad Johnson (which always made him chuckle as he was a total Chad and had one glorious Johnson), the young jock was willing to show practically everything besides his impressive manhood. 

Although this was partially due to wanting to keep the ladies guessing, the main factor was that he knew that a large portion of his fans were gay men who thirsted over him. He had always had an issue with queers ever since he caught some nerds checking him out during gym class, so there was always a boiling rage he felt whenever he saw a man thirst-commenting on any of his photos or videos. The concept of some pathetic losers jerking off to his glorious body was utterly disgusting in Chad’s eyes, but the man was smart enough not to make those thoughts known so he wouldn’t be canceled. As such, he ultimately opted to forget about it as they were paying customers who helped fund his lavish lifestyle of expensive fitness gear and sports cars despite still opting to live in his trailer.

Given the constant influx of money he received every month from brand deals and OnlyFans, Chad spent most of his free time pursuing his other passion - rapping. Ever since he was a little boy, he had been drawn to the genre and found himself writing raps for fun whenever he was bored (which was pretty often). Now that he had no worries given his healthy income, the man finally decided to fully invest into his career as an aspiring rapper. Thinking back caused Chad to recall the release of his most recent EP, which had done moderate numbers given the size of his fanbase. 

Unfortunately, Chad’s cockiness made him unable to realize that he truly wasn’t the greatest rapper. Even when people commented under his posts to specifically pinpoint why he wasn’t good at the genre, he refused to believe such nonsense. Those losers were just jealous of his immense talent and trying anything they could to make him give up on his dreams!

As he continued to think about the intense criticism he got and considered making a diss track about those pathetic losers trying to hold him back, the changing of the text on the device’s screens caused him to forgo that thought and see what it said.

If you’d like to keep this life, please press in the knob to lock it in.  If not, you can press the button again tomorrow to try again. Thanks for using The Do-Over! 

Upon reading the text, Chad found himself struggling to comprehend everything that had just occurred to him. He knew deep down that he didn’t used to be like this, but the details were so vague and thinking about it too hard was just making his head hurt… and he hated that!

Luckily for him, a ding from his phone stole his attention and caused him to forget about the confusing transformation that had just befallen him. To his amusement, a text from Chad’s newest hookup had arrived. Although he had a feeling that he had never met the woman before, the memories that rushed into his mind upon thinking about her caused him to think otherwise. He could instantly recall countless nights of fucking where she eagerly worshipped his muscles and was utterly submissive as he fondled her perky breasts, teased her nipples, and slapped her soft peach-shaped ass. He was a total hunk, so it wasn’t a shock that girls like her would bow down to a total alpha!

Cockily smirking upon recalling just how great it was to fuck her, Chad took a moment to adjust the thick bulge that was straining against his underwear before unlocking his phone and entering the text messaging app. Upon doing so, his heart began to beat a little bit faster as he read the “omw” text and looked at the attached photo showcasing the raven-haired woman in her car.

Knowing that the woman only lived a few minutes away, Chad was quick to run around his trailer. Rather than cleaning up though, the man was simply moving items off of the couch and his bed to make sure they had no obstructions once they started messing around. Upon exiting his bedroom, the hunk took a detour into the bathroom where he quickly grabbed a box of condoms out of the medicine cabinet and returned to the kitchen.

After setting them on the counter next to the device that had transformed him, the sound of a knock on his door caused him to perk up and adopt his best machismo persona. With a swagger in his step, he strutted over to the door and pushed it open. As he flicked on the porch light and lifted his arms up to pose against the doorframe, he smirked as he saw Katie standing there dressed in a long trench coat.

“‘Sup babe?” He remarked, smirking as the woman looked up at him with “fuck me” eyes. To his surprise and pleasure though, Katie then suddenly moved towards him, but rather than stopping upon being face to face she just continued. Despite the man’s impressive physique, she was unfazed as she plowed right into his shoulder and caused him to move away and allow her entry. Such an action was an incredible turn on to Chad, as evident by the way he bit his lip and stifled a slight moan as he picked up on the scent of her flowery perfume. 

By the time he returned into the living room upon shutting the front door, the woman had already pulled off the trench coat and revealed an expensive-looking pair of white lace lingerie. So clearly turned on, the jock couldn’t resist reaching down and gripping onto his bulge as he savored the sight of the woman’s D cup breasts struggling to remain trapped within the garment. To make matters even worse, Katie then began to tease the man by attempting a slight striptease. 

“Oh, you want this don’t you?” she purred, guiding her fingers down to her panties which she began to slowly nudge down past the top of her curvy hips.

“Fuck yeah babe,” Chad exclaimed, making his way closer to her until their lips were mere centimeters away. Given the close proximity, the man was overcome by his lustful desires and leaned in to whisper that into her ear. “I wanna fuck that tight pussy of yours so bad…” As he pulled back away from Katie’s ear, the man noticed how the woman now had an equally cocky smirk on her face. 

Upon waiting a second,  she looked the man up and down and began to speak once more. “Then why are you still standing here doing nothing,” she matter of factly asked, which instantly sent Chad in a frenzy.

With incredible haste, the jock put his strength to use by wrapping his arms around Katie’s shoulders and the small of her back before lifting her up. Knowing exactly what to do, the girl pushed her feet off of the ground and used the momentum to wrap her legs around Chad’s waist. Now intimately intertwined, the duo pushed their heads forward and began to sloppily kiss each other. 

As their tongues began to their partner’s mouths, Chad continued walking until he was in the kitchen. Eager to get to the main event as if it was the first time he’d fucked in years (even though he knew he had literally just fucked another girl the night prior), the jock set the woman down on his kitchen countertop while pulling away to begin peppering kisses up and down her chest. 

In more attempts to display his alpha behavior, the man felt no remorse for gripping onto the front of Katie’s bra and ripping it off rather than just unfastening it. Based on the way the woman gasped and moaned as Chad pulled the material off and revealed her breasts, it was clear that she didn’t mind it either. 

With Chad basically nude already, all he had to do by the time he peeled off Katie’s panties was to drop his underwear and kick them to the side. Now staring at each other’s nude forms for a moment, both of them felt an undeniable attraction to each other that made a deep fiery lust emerge within them. As such, Chad looked towards the box of condoms on the counter and quickly grabbed onto them. Upon opening it and tearing one of the packaged condoms open with his teeth, Chad smirked as he rolled it down his irresistible eight inches of manhood.

Upon giving a knowing glance at each other, Chad wasted no time penetrating the woman’s pussy and beginning to fuck her with impressive stamina. As he continued to use his whole body with each thrust, the slapping of skin was also soundtracked by the high-pitched moans of Katie as Chad immediately began to pleasure her. Due to this, the woman found herself losing control of her body as it caused her to flail around.

So while their passionate lovemaking was occurring, neither of them picked up on the fact that one of Katie’s frantic hands had accidentally bumped into a large circular object that was on the counter. As a result, none of them could see how the device with the large red “DO-OVER” button landed onto the floor perfectly so that the extended knob was pressed in and locked into place. 

Given how preoccupied Chad would be for the rest of the night into the next morning, the jock would never discover the device again as the magic within would allow it to be transported back to the company’s headquarters so the next deserving candidate was given the chance for a do-over. As such, Chad would wake up the next morning and go about his daily routine with no memory of the life that he had accidentally given up. Although Arthur himself certainly wouldn’t be too pleased to discover that he had become an idiotic straight himbo, Chad loved that aspect of himself and thought that he was living the dream life!

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From A Bill To A Bronco

In the wake of his engagement, Buffalo Bills quarterback Josh Allen finds himself on the receiving end of countless gifts and cards to congratulate him. One of these gifts ends up being from his best friend and backup QB Mitch Trubisky, who seemingly aims to troll him by gifting him with a skimpy black jockstrap. Upon putting it on, Josh finds himself changing in body and mind. As Mitch taunts him via text, the quarterback finds himself becoming an entirely new man -- an expert at a different type of ball-handing...

Author's Note: After a looooooong wait, this 14k word patron-voted story is finally here! This is a story I've wanted to write for over a year now, which, after it won the Patreon poll a few months ago, caused me to ultimately write this story TWICE. My passion for this story made me unsure of what angle to take the story so there were two vastly different versions and end results. Ultimately, I decided I liked pieces of both versions, so the long wait involved me combing through both versions to combine them into one story that I thought was acceptable and made sense. I feel as though I've done that, but you can tell me if that's not the case. For those who decide to join the Patreon to read this story, I hope you enjoy!

PS - Now that this story is finally done, I will now be getting back to doing these Tumblr request stories I started... so stay tuned!

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My ideal body would be bigger, stronger and more mature. You know, the perfect things a daddy has.

The food court was abuzz with life, as families chatted over greasy trays of fast food and teenagers laughed too loudly in between loudly filming content for their social media. Meanwhile, you’re sitting alone at one of the tables – absentmindedly picking through a tray of half-eaten fries as your mind wanders and gaze drifts across the crowd. 

And then, you see him.

He stands in line at one of the busy vendors, a mountain of a man with a body thick with muscle, broad shoulders and biceps on full display due to his revealing tank top. His stubbled jaw is strong, giving him a rugged, mature look despite the hair not having a single hint of grey. Immediately, you could feel how his presence instantly commanded attention.

You swallow hard, your thoughts betraying you before you can reel them in. God, I wish I looked like that. If you had his confidence, his build, his effortless magnetism…dating would be a cakewalk compared to how it was now. No more awkward conversations, no more feeling invisible. Men would want you the way you want. You couldn’t imagine how many guys would easily fall under a man like that’s spell and submit to anything he desired…

The thought barely finishes before something strange happens.

The man suddenly stopped as he went up to give his order to the cashier. Mid-step, mid-action, as if a switch inside him was suddenly flipped. His head tilted slightly, like he’d heard something no one else could. Then, without warning, he turns. His dark eyes lock onto yours with a weight that leaves you trembling.

Your pulse stutters.

You look away, heat creeping up your neck. Shit, did he catch me staring? You brace for some kind of reaction – a glare, a sneer, maybe even some choice words about keeping your eyes off other men. But none of that happens.

Instead, he moves. He heads out of the line, walking through the crowded tables in the center of the food court… heading straight for you.

Your heart pounds harder with every step he takes. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t glance around, doesn’t slow. In seconds, he’s there, standing before you, so close that you can smell the faint spice of his cologne.

He stands there for a moment, as if waiting for you to make the first move. You don’t know what else to do besides stand up and offer up your table as a peace offering of some kind.

But just as you get up on your feet and prepare to speak, his large mitt of a hand suddenly reaches out for you. Instantly, you cower and prepare for some sort of aggression from the man. To your shock though, you feel his hand reach around the back of your skull, with his fingers threading through your messy light brown hair. 

Before you can react, before you can even think, he pulls you in. His lips crash against yours, warm and demanding, stealing the breath straight from your lungs.

The world around you blurs. There’s only the heat of his body, the pressure of his mouth, and the sheer intensity of the kiss on your mind. It’s possessive and sensual, almost as if he’s wanted this just as much as you have.

His kiss deepens, growing hungrier, more forceful. His lips move against yours with raw intensity, his stubble scratching at your skin as he tilts his head, taking you even deeper into it. You barely have time to breathe, barely have the space to think of anything but the feeling of him and his dominance.

Still unsure if you should touch himself yourself, your fingers curl into a fist as his grip around your head grows firmer. His stubble scrapes along your cheeks and upper lip, a sharp friction that burns in the best way. You chalk it up to the roughness of his face, a delicious sort of rug burn that only makes you more aware of him. But you don’t notice how the irritation doesn’t fade. How a faint, trimmed stubble of your own begins to emerge in response, spreading across your jawline as if mirroring his.

Then his teeth catch your bottom lip. 

Caught off-guard, you initially expect just a sharp nip from the man. As such, your body shivers as this action is then followed by a firm tug.

Pleasure twists through you, edged with just a hint of pain, but you don’t pull away. You lean in, chasing the heat of his mouth, even as he repeats the action several times across both lips. The area tingles beneath his touch, a light sting settling in followed by a strange sort of numbness. As you focus on the pleasurable yet shocking nature of what you’re experiencing, you don’t realize how your body continues to change. Your lips swell, with each kiss and bite reshaping them into something fuller, plumper, and certainly more kissable.

His fingers rake wildly through your hair, gripping and tugging as if he can’t get enough of you. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, your scalp prickling as the strands darken, deepening in color until they’re as jet black as the faint stubble shadowing your jaw.

Then his hands begin to roam.

Large, rough palms press against your arms, gliding down over your biceps. His touch is firm and greedy, as if your body was unclaimed land he wanted to claim for him and himself only. While he does this, the softness in your arms melts away, leaving behind lean defined muscle in his wake. The shift spreads through your chest, tightening and sculpting the area by replacing any hint of flab with toned strength.

He moves lower, hands gripping against your sides as his body leaned forward to press into your waist and hips. A strange weightlessness washes over you, your body subtly adjusting to its new weaker yet toned form. You don’t notice at first though, too lost in the way his mouth and tongue keeps invading yours. But when he suddenly leans down to reach you, angling his body in a way he hadn’t needed to before, something feels…different.

Somehow, you’re shorter now.

Not by much, but enough that the shift was noticeable – if you weren’t so intoxicated by the sight and affection of him.

Then he pulls back, just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes are dark, smoldering, filled with something unreadable yet immensely magnetic. Your heart pounds against your ribs as your breath remains unsteady. It felt weird to think about, but you couldn’t help but feel as though your entire body was thrumming with some sort of strange, electric energy.

His fingers trail along your jaw, tilting your chin up ever so slightly. His voice, deep and commanding, sends a shiver through your newly sculpted frame.

“Come with me.”

There’s no hesitation. No second thought.

Your body moves before your mind catches up, heart hammering, antsy and eager to do as he says.

You don’t think. You just follow.

Your legs move on instinct as the bulky man pulls you away from the food court. The world blurs around you – the people, voices, and mundane background of the mall all fading into irrelevance. There’s only him. The warmth of his touch as his thick fingers curl around your own. The quiet confidence in his stride as he pulls you through the corridor toward the men’s restroom and cuts off the father and son who were on the verge of entering the area first.

The moment you step inside, the door slams shut behind you – with him using your body to block anyone else from coming in. 

A rush of air leaves your lungs as your back meets the hard surface. His hands press firmly against the door on either side of you, caging you in. His eyes burn into yours, dark and intense, filled with something raw and undeniable.

“You didn’t think I’d catch you staring, huh?” he murmurs, voice rich and deep. A smirk tugs at the edge of his lips. “Luckily for you, you’re just what Daddy needs right now.”

The words send a shiver through you. A mix of anticipation and something else – pure elation. You’d never thought your days of people-watching and fantasizing would lead to something like this happening. It felt like something straight out of some sort of fanfic or movie!

You barely have time to explore those thoughts though as then, with a low grunt, his strong hands grab the collar of your shirt. You barely have time to react before the fabric gives way with a sharp, tearing sound. Your gasp turns into a startled moan as the cool air of the restroom washes over your pale exposed skin.

“Damn…” He exhales, raking his gaze over you, eyes drinking in every inch. “You’re so fucking hot. And so small. So weak… especially next to me.”

Something stirs in your gut at his words. Although this entire experience was hot as hell to you, there was a flutter of uncertainty.

In hopes of finding answers, you glance down at yourself.

The sight that greets you is…wrong.

Decent pecs. Toned abs. Not bulky, but clearly maintained. It doesn’t make sense. For a second, your mind struggles, an echo of something distant telling you this isn’t how you should look. But then, you decide to consult with your memories for answers. To your relief, you find several familiar ones.

Of course, you look like this. You go to the gym a few times a week, don’t you? Just enough to stay toned, to keep yourself fit, but never to bulk up too much. You loved nothing more than being a twunk – it was exactly what your favorite type of gay men, daddies, were looking for.

As a result, that unease you felt instantly fades, replaced by something closer to relief. Everything makes sense, there’s nothing strange going on at all.

Then his hands are on you again.

Thick fingers trail down your sides, gripping your waist before sliding lower. He grabs a handful of your ass, massaging, kneading, and then squeezing hard.

A sharp gasp leaves you. The pressure is intense, but so is the feeling. A strange sensation, like something swelling beneath his touch. As you awkwardly shift your legs as you feel your shorts growing tighter, your back is slowly being pushed away from the door as your ass fills out. With each second that this hot daddy enjoys playing with your ass, it continues to inflate into a perfect, perky shape. When you went to the gym, this was where the priority of your time was devoted – on developing the perfect ass that could satisfy any man with just how bouncy yet firm it was. You could recall countless encounters with men in the sauna – where they gleefully smacked your ass and grew mesmerized by the way the flesh rippled before sliding their cock in to fill you up with that potent dad nut.

Yet while you took a moment to embrace the changes occurring to you, the other man’s influence didn’t stop there.

Heat pulses through your groin, as your rock-hard, larger than average dick strained against its increasingly tighter confines. To your relief, one of the other man’s hands soon began to investigate the area, struggling for a moment before finally slipping his fingers down beneath the waistband of your shorts. 

An airy moan escaped your plump lips as the pain of your shorts stretching was traded out with relief from the man’s fingers touching the head of your manhood. As you tilted your head back and groaned in pleasure, you found that the man’s touch was making you all forget about the discomfort. Beneath the surface of the shorts though, the pressure was easing not from the man’s touch but from the way your bulge was shrinking and compacting yet remaining rock hard. In an instant, the man’s touch had converted your surprisingly girthly 7” cock to a measly pencil-thin 3.5” nub. To your euphoric mind though, the shift felt completely natural. After all, you were notoriously known as one of the biggest bottoms in the entire state. What good was a fat cock for when you wanted nothing more than to be on the receiving end?

As your body was reaching new levels of pleasure, your legs found themselves tingling and growing incredibly weak. With this strange weightlessness overtaking them, you relied on the other man to keep you upright as he pushed his body closer to you so your legs could grow leaner and provide a steady base to handle such a fat ass. Once again, another burst of shrinking occurred as your legs shortened and caused your stature to shrink down to an adorable 5”6”. By now, the change was undeniable. Besides your face, you were an entirely new person.

Your breath stutters, head swimming. You feel off, but at the same time whole. Like you’re falling into the right shape, the right body and life.

Then his lips graze your ear.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, voice thick with hunger. “The love of my life. I’ve never enjoyed topping anyone as much as I do you.”

A shiver races down your spine, but not from fear. From something deeper. Something familiar.

Then, your body found itself shivering out of control as the man’s gruff voice began speaking Spanish.

You don’t know the words. Or at least—you shouldn’t. You never took Spanish in school and you’ve never experienced the culture besides the occasional song recommendation on Spotify. Yet, the more he speaks, the more you understand.

You pieced together him discussing how unreal this all feels. How he couldn’t believe this was happening. How you’re not resisting at all. And then, softer, more reverent—

“How can you be so perfect? So beautiful? Just like a dream come to life…”

The fully comprehended words sink into you. Into your skin, your bones.

Instantly, a warmth spreads over your body – a golden hue that works with haste in deepening your complexion. You turned to face away from the man for a moment, finding yourself catching a hint of your reflection in the bathroom mirror. You moaned as you found your skin growing darker and richer. 

As your daddy, your partner for the past five years, hoisted up your arms and pinned them against his with his immense strength, you looked down and witnessed how your body hair thickened slightly while darkening to match your jet-black hair. Another rippling effect soon coursed through your body – causing any body hair along your chest, back, and legs to fade away until you were left completely smooth besides your armpits and crotch.

With one final glance, you looked into the mirror – gasping as you found that the face in the mirror had also slightly changed since the last time you saw yourself. Your nose had widened a bit and grown more prominent on your face, while your eyebrows grown thicker yet well-maintained and groomed. Your eye shape had altered a little, but the most noticeable change in that area was how your hazel eyes had darkened to an alluring dark brown.

Without a doubt, the new visage that you saw was one that was undeniably Latino. Although one last vestige of your old self suddenly spoke up in hopes of not wanting to completely lose yourself, it didn’t take much completely for you to give in. Everything that had happened to you, it just felt… right. 

The last pieces of your past self slip away, forgotten beneath the weight of the new body and life.

As you looked towards your man, your thoughts grew cluttered as you lusted for the feeling of his cock in your ass once more. Although your history and memories still felt a bit cloudy, there was luckily one thing you knew for sure at this moment. You belonged to him.

Ever since you met him at your gym one day and eagerly worshipped his ripe pits after a particularly grueling workout, you became his favorite amongst the large slew of boys across the country he had previously accumulated. There was no one else who was better for him than you, almost as if you were personally created just for him… just Daddy’s perfect boytoy to flaunt on his OnlyFans and showcase just how much of a dominant alpha he could be. 

On some nights, you’d have strange dreams where you imagined yourself with the roles reversed where you were the dominant aggressive type. But as soon as you’d wake up and see your hunky daddy loudly snoring next to you, you knew that was just a strange fantasy. 

You wouldn’t want it any other way...

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This is still happening btw! I was planning on getting this up and running this weekend but of course my insomnia started acting up again so I couldn’t focus on anything.

I WILL get some stuff written and released this week though! 🙂‍↕️

Hey there!

It’s been a while since I did any brand new Tumblr content that wasn’t just pulled from the archives of my Patreon. Let’s change that, shall we?

All of my current Patreon content has been over 10k words (such as the over 16k word story I’m currently working on), so I figured it would be nice to try and get back into doing shorter mini-stories that range between 1-3k words.

So, if you’ve ever wanted to undergo your own mini-transformation, my inbox is open and ready for your asks! This opportunity is open to any readers but also any other TF writers as well. Y’all create some great content here, so it’s about time you get a little reward too!

If interested, tell me a bit about yourself and what your ideal life / body is. Be warned though, there’s a 50/50 chance that your wish might end up twisted!

May the odds be ever in your favor…

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Hey there!

It’s been a while since I did any brand new Tumblr content that wasn’t just pulled from the archives of my Patreon. Let’s change that, shall we?

All of my current Patreon content has been over 10k words (such as the over 16k word story I’m currently working on), so I figured it would be nice to try and get back into doing shorter mini-stories that range between 1-3k words.

So, if you’ve ever wanted to undergo your own mini-transformation, my inbox is open and ready for your asks! This opportunity is open to any readers but also any other TF writers as well. Y’all create some great content here, so it’s about time you get a little reward too!

If interested, tell me a bit about yourself and what your ideal life / body is. Be warned though, there’s a 50/50 chance that your wish might end up twisted!

May the odds be ever in your favor…

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New Year, New You

Despite being European and raised on pop music, Thomas Haynes had a secret -- he loved country music. There was nothing hotter to him than listening to a deep-voiced Southern man sing about drinking beer, riding tractors, and seducing women. After a drunken night out at a gay bar on New Years causes him to do an impromptu karaoke performance of one of these songs, the meek, bookish man finds himself unable to stop thinking about the lyrics he sang the next morning. As he lays in bed and begins to envision the life depicted in the lyrics, reality alters around him as he finds himself unintentionally transforming to become the stereotypical straight, red-blooded American redneck!

Author's Note: First off, I just want to boldly state that I don't condone or support any type of Conservative values. This was a different type of story for me and it was largely inspired by my frustration with the inauguration / state of the world. I couldn't understand why people would support such regressive and idiotic policies, so I figured the best case scenario for me to sort of come to terms with it was writing a story about someone becoming that dense and self-serving. Of course, this wasn't Thomas' initial goal, but I had to add an element of eroticism to this story due to the type of writing I do, and I find nothing hotter than a wish gone wrong scenario... For those who are interested and give this a chance by clicking on the link below, I hope you enjoy reading this over 12,000 word story!

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Fear&Swapping

Happy Valentine's Day!

On Patreon, I just released an 11k word story involving a transformation-themed love story involving Hasan Piker and AustinShow. In addition to swapping bodies with his leaner friend, the straight man finds himself growing incredibly lustful towards his former body and the way his increasingly cocky best friend flaunts it. Let's just say there's a LOT of focus on seduction and submissiveness with this one...

If you're interested in reading, the story is available as a part of the $10 Patreon tier or available for individual purchase for the same price if you just want the story itself. Click here to get access!

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A Smoke In The Park

Jason sat in his beat-up old sedan, parked beneath a grand oak tree at his local park. The night was silent, the only sounds in his small town were the rustling leaves and the symphony of chirping crickets. Yet inside the car, the man felt overwhelmed by the constant barrage of things rattling around in his head. He sighed deeply, lifting up a hand to massage his temple as the sound of his parents' harsh words still maintained precedence. 

At 25, he was viewed as a disappointment by both himself and his family for having to move back into his childhood home. This not only was due to graduating in the midst of the pandemic but also due to his inability to find a career that utilized his creative writing degree. Due to this, Jason found himself working a shitty retail job that allowed him to barely get by after paying the high cost of rent that his parents charged him. That night at dinner the man had begun to ask for some extra time to get the funds required, but his parents didn’t take that well. Instead, they hurled an abundance of insults his way – claiming he was lazy, disrespectful and, worst of all, a disappointment of a son. 

Frustration boiling over between them, Jason opted to give the family some distance by grabbing his keys before hopping into his car and driving off. As he recalled how the drive did little to help calm his nerves, the man then pulled off into a park in order to find a different way to calm down. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of weed. Thinking a quick smoke session would help him relax and escape from his disappointing life, the man began the work of rolling a joint. Upon doing so, Jason lit and took a long, incredibly deep drag.As the smoke filled his lungs, he closed his eyes and let his mind drift.

In an instant, he began to imagine a different life. One where he wasn't stuck in a rut, where he wasn't a disappointment to his parents. Not only was he successful and wealthy, but he was incredibly handsome and muscular. With a body like that, the man believed that he wouldn’t be so distraught over the things others (especially his parents) said about him. As such, he pictured himself as an incredibly confident and manly stud – one who naturally exuded power and intimidated people upon first sight. He saw himself behind the wheel of a sleek sports car, enjoying the sensation of pushing the pedals and hearing the engine purring like a cat. The scent of rich leather and expensive cologne filled his senses, replacing the faint mustiness of his old car.

Imagining such a life was growing so vivid, so much so that he was beginning to envision what it was like if it was real. With his eyes closed as he continued to take hits from his joint, Jason had no way of knowing that it actually was manifesting before his eyes. With each hit of the joint, his physique was widening and leading to the expansion of prominent muscles. Before long, his plain t-shirt and jeans were now on the verge of ripping as they struggled to rein in his bigger build. Luckily though, this was quickly remedied as his cotton shirt ripped down the middle and shifted into a black silk dress shirt. Even as the buttons emerged along the edges of the ripped fabric, the shirt did not button itself back up – instead remaining fully open to reveal a hairy and muscular torso.

Eventually, Jason broke out of his daze as he could hear the sound of another car pulling into the park. Upon opening his eyes just as the headlights momentarily blinded him, he grunted in annoyance before blinking a few times and staring at his rearview mirror. Upon doing so, his heart skipped a beat. The reflection staring back at him wasn't the frail and average-looking young man he usually saw. Instead, it was the image from his daydream — a visage with chiseled features, a strong stubble-covered jawline, and a smirk that innately oozed confidence.

Despite deep down feeling incredibly alarmed by what he saw, the cocky and confident persona that Jason envisioned overpowered him and caused him to revel in the changes. He turned his face side-to-side in the rearview mirror and observed its sculpted, modelesque qualities – amused yet not annoyed by the sensation of his increased manhood beginning to grow harder. As he looked down and admired his furry and muscular physique, Jason’s attention then turned around to his surroundings as he realized that his old sedan had transformed as well. In its place was a gleaming sports car, sleek and powerful with tan leather seats and a top of the line sound system. With his curiosity piqued, he revved the engine, feeling the car respond with a roar that sent shivers down his spine. The sensation was intoxicating.

As he placed the cigar between his lips and took a deep drag, Jason’s worries and disappointment dissipated like the smoke he soon blew out. Although he had no idea how this had happened to him, it was clear he had no intention of finding a way to turn back. With a body this impressive and handsome, the world was his for the taking for the first time in his life. Now blessed with a permanent cocky streak, the man smirked at his visage in the mirror one last time before deciding to drive back home and reveal his new and improved form to his parents.

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Perfectly Suited

The Mall of America bustled with life, an overwhelming cascade of people bobbing and weaving past each other as they frantically paced towards their destinations. The same could be said for Adam, whose hands were shoved into his pockets with his head tilted down while he attempted to walk upstream through the large crowds of people. With his right hand reached deep into his pocket and holding onto his wallet, the weight of its contents served as a tangible reminder of his mission. He approached the brand new clothing shop, its polished glass windows gleaming under the fluorescent lights, and paused at the entrance. Ever in search of a deal given his measly salary, the man had hoped that visiting the newest clothing store in the mall would yield a better deal in comparison to the popular, frequently used franchise shops that also resided in the complex. 

As he looked at the display window, he found this goal likely due to the fact that there were only two mannequins placed within an area that could have handled at least five. Although oddly spaced out, both mannequins were quite well-dressed, with one in particular catching the man’s eye from being dressed in a sharp tailored navy suit that looked like it cost more than his monthly rent. With money limited and time running out, he knew he had to do his best to stand up for himself and fight for the best possible price (even if he did find himself searching through the budget section). As such, Adam exhaled slowly, braced himself, then finally stepped inside.

The atmosphere was cool and sophisticated, with the faint scent of cedar mingling with the crispness of freshly pressed fabric. Dark wood shelves lined the walls, displaying meticulously folded dress shirts in a spectrum of muted colors. Rows of suits hung like soldiers at attention, each one radiating an innate sense of power and dignity that Adam desperately hoped to borrow. His palms felt clammy, so he wiped them on his jeans while trying to suppress the jitters swirling in his chest.

He had dreamed of this moment for years – ever since his college days, when he had sat in lecture halls mesmerized by professors whose charisma seemed to radiate as much from their three-piece suits as from their eloquence. The way those men carried themselves, with crisp collars and perfect tie knots, was intoxicating. Adam had always wondered what it would feel like to step into that world, to see himself reflected back in the mirror as someone equally polished and commanding. Now, he had an excuse. His cousin – a random one that he hadn’t even remembered until his parents mentioned them – was getting married… and luckily for him the invitation demanded formal attire. Finally, he could take the plunge.

“Good afternoon,” a deep, rich voice greeted him. 

Adam’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest as he turned toward the speaker. Then, once he got a glimpse of him, he almost collapsed from swooning so hard. The man standing there was like a Greek statue come to life. He was tall, with broad shoulders that filled out his dress shirt so perfectly it seemed tailor-made for him. The fabric clung just enough to suggest a muscular physique underneath, and his fitted dress pants emphasized long, strong legs. His dark hair was styled effortlessly, and his warm, inviting smile revealed perfect white teeth nestled between a trimmed beard. Without a doubt, Adam was certain that his anxiety and lust were both written all over his face.

“I’m Nolan,” the man said, extending a hand. “What brings you in today?”

Adam hesitated for a moment before reaching out and shaking Nolan’s hand. While Nolan’s grip was firm and confident, Adam’s was feeble and weak (no doubt influenced by the sweat that still stained his palms). Despite feeling embarrassed by this fact though, the man couldn’t help but savor the moment as he knew without a doubt that the handshake would be the most physical action him and the other man would have together. “Uh, hi, I’m Adam,” he began, his voice coming out a little higher than he intended. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m, um, here to get a suit.”

Nolan’s smile widened, his presence somehow managing to put Adam at ease and make his stomach flutter simultaneously. “You’ve come to the right place then! What kind of event are you dressing for?”

“Oh, it’s, uh, my cousin’s wedding,” Adam blurted out. “I’m not even sure which cousin, to be honest. My family’s pretty big, and I kind of... lost track. But, uh, the invitation says formal attire, and I figured it’s as good a reason as any to finally get a proper suit.”

Nolan chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “A man after my own heart,” he said. “Nothing beats the feeling of a good suit, right? Well, how about we make sure you’re the best-dressed guest at this random cousin’s wedding, huh?”

Adam couldn’t help but smile at Nolan’s easy charm. His initial nerves began to melt away, replaced by a growing excitement. Maybe interacting with him wasn’t going to be so terrifying after all.

Nolan led Adam through the store with a confidence that only amplified his already intimidating allure. Adam tried to keep his focus on the polished tile floor beneath his feet, but the occasional glimpse of Nolan’s broad, sculpted back and prominent muscle ass was impossible to ignore. Before he knew it, Adam had found himself led into a unique dressing room – one enclosed by full-length mirrors on every side besides the entrance. The mirrored surfaces glinted under the room’s soft lighting, unintentionally catching the faint sheen of Adam’s nervous sweat and amplifying it for both of them to see. Yet with so many reflections of his average self staring back at himself leaving him quite self-conscious, the idea of being able to see himself all dressed up from all angles felt quite exciting. At least he could have a good perception of how he’d look then and make sure he picked the perfect attire! 

“This is where the magic happens,” Nolan said with a grin, motioning for Adam to step further inside. Adam hesitated for half a second before obeying, acutely aware of the mirrors reflecting every awkward shift of his body.

Nolan followed him in, pulling out a random measuring tape like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat. This comparison proved itself to be especially adept as the tape seamlessly unfurled like a snake between the man’s meaty hands like an intricate magic trick. “All right, Adam, let’s get your measurements so we can find you the perfect fit.”

Adam froze as Nolan stepped closer, the warmth of his presence filling the space. Nolan’s hands moved with practiced ease, the tape brushing against Adam’s shoulders and chest as he measured across his torso. “Just relax,” Nolan said softly, his tone professional yet friendly. But Adam’s heart raced with each fleeting moment of contact – the feeling of the man’s hands grazing his body or Nolan’s breath against his skin as he leaned in close to measure his neck. Out of all of the sensations he experienced though, nothing felt as immensely prominent as the scent of Nolan’s cologne – an odor that left the man smelling spicy, woodsy, and almost unbearably intoxicating.

Adam fought to keep his intense arousal in check, biting the inside of his cheek to stay grounded. This wasn’t some fantasy that would end in the man pushing him against the mirrored walls and sliding his tongue into his mouth. No, it was simply a professional fitting. As such, he focused on keeping his breathing steady as Nolan knelt to measure his inseam, the closeness to Adam’s rock-hard boner making his cheeks burn.

“There we go,” Nolan said after a few more swift measurements, straightening up with an easy smile. “Give me a minute to pull some options for you.”

Adam nodded, swallowing hard as Nolan disappeared into the racks of suits. Left alone with his reflection, Adam couldn’t help but study himself in the mirrors. His plain T-shirt and jeans looked shabby under the bright lights, and he shifted uncomfortably, praying to any possible higher power that he could really pull off a suit the way Nolan did.

When Nolan returned, he carried a selection of garments draped over his arm, each one looking more elegant than the last. “Let’s start with these,” he said, hanging them on a nearby rack. “I’ll be right outside if you need help.”

Once the man was gone, Adam wasted no time undressing and quickly stepped into the first suit – a sleek charcoal-gray number that instantly caught his attention on the rack.  But when he turned to examine himself in the mirror, his enthusiasm began to falter. The color seemed to wash him out, emphasizing his pale complexion in a way that made him cringe.

The second suit he tried on was a rich navy blue with subtle pinstripes. Adam struggled to button the jacket, the fabric pulling awkwardly around his stomach. He frowned at his reflection, feeling uncomfortably exposed.

The next suit was black – a classic and timeless option – but the jacket sleeves hung past his wrists, and the pants pooled comically around his ankles. He looked less like a suave wedding guest and more like a kid playing dress-up in his dad’s closet. Of course, there was the ability to get things tailored, but with his budget already limited and time running out before the wedding, Adam knew it was better to just abandon the suit now before he got too attached.

By the time he tried on the fourth suit, Adam felt a knot of frustration tightening in his chest as nothing fit him like he wanted. In the midst of undressing back down to his underwear, the man called out to the store attendant to let him know his thoughts. “I don’t know, Nolan,” he said, his voice tinged with defeat. “I feel like this might’ve been a mistake. None of these look right. I just… I don’t look like the kind of guy who wears suits, you know?”

To Adam’s shock, he heard the sound of the curtain slide across the rod and had no time to cover himself up as Nolan returned to the room. As their eyes locked, the man noticed the slight frown on the employee’s face – his expression looking surprisingly thoughtful rather than annoyed or dismissive about the customer wasting his time. 

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself,” Nolan said, his voice calm and reassuring. “It’s all about finding the right fit. Trust me, we’ll get there. We just need to try some new options. What are you looking for in a suit so I can best assist you?”

But Adam wasn’t convinced. He rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the floor to avoid catching his reflection again. “I don’t know. I thought I’d feel... different, you know? More confident. But I just feel ridiculous.”

Stripped down to just his boxers and standing perfectly in the middle of the dressing room (as made evident by the decorative white circle that stuck out amongst the light brown carpeting), Adam stared at his reflection. The harsh lighting illuminated every inch of his unimpressive physique, leaving his hands curling into fists at his side. His vision zeroed in on his slightly rounded stomach, pale skin, and narrow shoulders that lacked the broadness he envied in other men. His face, framed by unkempt hair and adored with red cheeks, stared back at him with a mix of defeat and anger.

“God,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair before slamming it against his thigh. “I fucking hate this.” His voice grew louder as he vented, the words tumbling out in a frustrated rant. “I love the idea of being well-dressed, of looking sharp and commanding attention, but this – this goddamn awkward body – makes it impossible! How the hell am I supposed to look good in anything when I’ve got this to work with?”

His gaze dropped to his slightly pudgy stomach, his jaw tightening. “What’s the point of even trying if I’m always going to look like some awkward nerd who got lost in the adult section of a department store? I wish–” His voice broke, then rose again with bitter intensity. “I wish I had a body that could look good in any suit. One that could pull any style off without even trying!”

For a moment, silence filled the room, save for Adam’s labored breathing as he tried to collect himself. Then Nolan, who had been leaning casually against the doorframe, suddenly broke into a wide, toothy grin. It wasn’t the reassuring smile Adam had come to expect from the man. It was sharp, almost predatory, as though Nolan had been waiting for this exact moment.

“Well,” Nolan said, his voice smooth as honey and tinged with something darker. “It just so happens that I have the perfect solution for you.”

Before Adam could process those words, Nolan clapped his hands together twice. With each loud and deliberate action, the sound echoed through the dressing room like a gunshot.

Adam flinched. “What the hell are you–”

His question was cut short by a series of sharp pricks in the soles of his feet. He gasped out in shock, instinctively looking down, but the white circle he stood on was pristine, as smooth and unblemished as ever. Yet, the sensation was unmistakable – a dozen tiny needles had seemed to pierce his skin all at once.

“What the fuck was that?!?” he shouted, stumbling slightly as his knees wobbled. He turned a panicked gaze toward Nolan, who remained calm with an ever-widening grin.

“You’ll see soon enough,” Nolan said, his tone laced with cryptic amusement. “You wanted a body that looks good in any suit, didn’t you? Well, let’s just say that your wish is about to come true.”

Adam’s pulse thundered in his ears. His legs suddenly felt heavy, an unnatural weight settling into his muscles. He tried to take a step, but his feet refused to move. Panic surged through him as he glanced at his reflection; his legs remained upright, but they might as well have been made of lead.

“What the hell did you do to me?” he demanded, his voice rising in fear. He tried again to lift his foot, but it was useless. His legs didn’t even tremble under the effort – they simply wouldn’t obey him. “My legs? I– I can’t move them!”

Nolan took a step closer, tilting his head as though studying Adam’s predicament. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere my friend,” he said softly, almost teasingly. “You actually won’t be moving again until I decide that you’re going to.”

“Huh? Until you decide?” Adam’s voice cracked. He clawed at his thighs, hoping to shake off whatever paralysis had taken hold, but his legs remained rooted in place. His heart pounded as his reflection stared back at him, frozen in the middle of the circular platform like a captive exhibit in a bizarre, twisted museum.

“You’ll understand soon enough,” Nolan said. “Just... give it a moment.”

Adam’s breath hitched as he stared into the mirror, his reflection shifting before his very eyes. At first, it was subtle – a faint shimmer rippling across his skin like a heatwave rippling off concrete. Then, to his shock, he noticed the soft curve of his stomach was beginning to flatten. Before his very wide eyes, he could only watch in disbelief as the slight pudge that had been the bane of his self-esteem seemingly melting away as though siphoned by some invisible force. His jaw dropped, too stunned to understand what was happening.

“What the…?” he eventually murmured, his voice trembling.

Meanwhile, the transformation to his body only accelerated. The body hair on his arms and legs began to fall away in delicate wisps, like dandelion seeds being scattered by a a gust of wind. He brushed his hands across his forearms and chest, watching in a mix of horror and awe as every follicle disappeared. With his skin now looking smooth and radiant without his body hair, his body seemed to almost be glowing under the dressing room lights.

“This can’t be real,” Adam whispered, wishing desperately to back away in shock but finding his numb legs still held him tightly in place.

But then he felt something that felt good: a deep, satisfying warmth in his muscles. His thighs began to firm up, the once-soft flesh tightening and gaining definition. His calves followed suit, swelling subtly but unmistakably into toned, powerful shapes. As the change reached his rear, Adam gasped, feeling his glutes lifting and filling out, transforming his flat ass into something rounded and pert. In an instant, he was gaining the kind of physique he’d only seen on models or professional athletes.

He thus couldn’t tear his eyes away as his stomach, now perfectly flat, rippled with movement. With each passing second, faint lines appeared, growing deeper and sharper until a taut six-pack emerged, etched into his core as if by an artist’s hand. His chest then puffed outward, a pair of modest but firm pectorals taking shape. He ran his hands over them, feeling their solid weight beneath his fingers, his awe tinged with disbelief.

“This is insane,” he muttered, his voice shaking with both fear and exhilaration.

His shoulders then broadened with a resounding crack, his frame widening with a newfound commanding presence that instantly made him look taller and more statuesque. Muscle rounded his shoulders and upper arms, his biceps swelling to the size of baseballs, perfectly proportioned and defined. His forearms thickened, their veins faintly visible beneath his newly smooth skin.

Adam’s jaw hung open as he tilted his head, taking in every angle of his transformed physique. His once-average body now resembled something from a fitness magazine or the cover of a high-fashion publication. He turned slightly, marveling at how each muscle seemed to flow seamlessly into the next, creating a picture of perfection.

“I… I look like I belong on the cover of GQ,” Adam said, his voice hushed in awe. His hand drifted across his abdomen again, as though he couldn’t believe it was real. “This is… this is unreal. I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

Behind him, Nolan’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Oh, you’re absolutely right – you’d undoubtedly give any cover model a run for their money,” he said smoothly, stepping closer. His voice then dropped slightly, tinged with a darker undertone as he tilted his head down at his customer. “But don’t get too comfortable, Adam. You’re not done changing yet.”

Adam’s stomach then tightened – not from his new six-pack, but from an overwhelming wave of unease. He turned to look at Nolan, his reflection in the mirror now forgotten. “What do you mean, ‘not done’?” he asked, his voice shaky.

“You’ll see,” Nolan replied. “Just give it a moment. The best is yet to come...”

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Cursed Christmas II

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One Size Fits All : Christmas Pajamas

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