#jock to nerd

[anothermaletfwriter]

How do you feel being a twink?

(Accidentally deleted the anon ask oops: can you please do a story where the library changes a total douche straight guy into the ideal, effeminate twink asian boyfriend of the gay guy he relentlessly bullies? would love if the guy feels himself becoming trapped in his own mind & unable to stop his new body from absolutely fawning over the new love of his gay life. your stories are soooo hot)

Liam Richardson never got along with his gay roommate, Daniel Lee. For starters, Liam didn’t even originally pick out Daniel as his roommate. The original roommate he picked was a straight white jock bro like himself but he never arrived. It was only after Daniel arrived that Liam learned the original roommate dropped out of university to work on his full-time job of teaching a course about selling other courses.

Liam didn’t consider himself homophobic. He just didn’t want people to shove their sexuality in his face, despite him constantly doing the same for his heterosexuality.

Daniel was the out and proud gay that caused agitated Liam. Daniel wore soft oversized colorful outfits. His bedsheets and blankets were a rainbow. He had rainbow pride flags and posters of K-pop groups hanged on his wall. Underneath his bed was his collection of BL and yaoi manga. He made the place smell of peaches and cream.

To most people, Liam was a bully to Daniel, making fun of his looks, gay voice and the gay media he enjoyed. He had resorted to verbal bullying after his first and only attempt at physical bullying had backfired. After a two hour gym session, Liam had come home, wearing a drenched muscle tee that barely covered his juicy pecs, to Daniel eating the chips he had left out on the counter that were meant for him. After a loud argument between the two of them, Liam put Daniel in a headlock, flexing his muscles as he shoved Daniel’s soft face into his musky pits. He stopped after a few seconds when he felt Daniel’s boner on his legs. He swore off to never do any physical bullying again, despite Daniel’s multiple requests for him to do it again, sometimes he even offered money for it, which Liam still turned down.

Because of Daniel, Liam had to calculate around his schedule, figuring what time he got home to sneak a woman into their place for a quick fuck session. His type were short busty women, except for Asians as he didn’t find them that attractive, especially if they wore nerdy glasses. He enjoyed how powerful he felt towering a foot over his women.

Daniel wasn’t shy about his dream boy: Soft, effeminate, twink and Asian. Liam was pleasantly surprised Daniel never brought any guys home. He didn’t want to see any gay sex, especially one that involved Daniel. When asked when he would find a guy to hookup with, Daniel simply responded with, “You’ll know when I bring him home.”

When he woke up this morning, he could swear Daniel was staring at him with a big smile. What made it even creepier was his recollection of Daniel speaking in Mandarin before he fell asleep last night and a glance at his laptop revealed he was looking at ancient love spells.

There was a new library in town, and Liam went there, voluntarily, not to study but to go searching for any women to bring home and breed. If he timed it right, he had an hour to find one and fill up before Daniel got home. His predictions were accurate as he was able to snag a seat that give him a clear view of the pod of sorority girls chattering amongst themselves. While Liam slowly got up to approach them, he stopped midway from his chair. A soft vanilla fruity scent clogged his nostrils like if someone had thrown a perfume bomb in the middle of the library. He looked around and noticed no one seemed to even realize the smell. As the perfume entered his body, he felt his chest grow warm, prompting him to go to the bathroom.

Once he arrived in the empty bathroom, he was shocked to see another face in the mirror. His nose was shorter with a wider base. His hair turned from deep wispy brown to spiky jet black. He now had monolids as his eye colors became black. His skin a golder tone than the pale beige it had before. He was Asian! Liam tugged at his elastic skin like it was a mask but it stung when he tried to pinch it off. It was his own flesh, not synthetic. But that couldn't be, he was a white guy named Liam. No he wasn’t. He was David Nguyen, far from an ordinary white guy.

A softer voice appeared in his head, revealing himself as David, “Hey I’m not done yet,”

“What the fuck? What do you mean not done yet?” Liam asked himself in the bathroom, his deep voice bolting like rain, “Get out of my head and fix me back to the white jock I was before.”

“That’s not what Daniel wants.”

“I don’t give a little shit what that gay boy wants.”

“That’s just too bad. Anyways, I’m taking over your form as per his request so enjoy the ride! It won’t hurt a bit, it will just feel even warmer!!” The voice taunted before disappearing, much to Liam’s protests for it to return.

Liam curled him up his biceps and made a fist, vowing to find Daniel before anything else happens. But before he could exit the bathroom, his body froze. No matter how hard he willed for muscles to move, they wouldn’t budge. Before he could think, his body returned back to the sink and mirror. David was in control of his body and Liam couldn’t even yell for help.

His body formed a smile as the rest of his transformation continued. His frame fizzled out. He had shrunk a couple of inches as the ceiling lamps seemed further up than a minute before. A natural red blush developed on his cheeks that made makeup pointless. His hands were smaller and softer, with the scent of strawberry hand lotion quietly on them. The tight tank top that wrapped around his big chest became loose as his pecs and abs flattened out. He raised his arms as the mirror revealed they losing most of their definition. He pulled up his pants and saw the atrophy of his leg muscles as well, they were slender and hairless like the rest of his new form. He coughed as his Adam's shrunk, sounding more feminine. While his muscles and strength shrank, On the flip side, his ass felt heavier, owing it to his bottom-friendly exercises at the gym.

Liam tried to reverse the transformation by thinking about his attraction to women but the harder he thought about their bouncing breasts and leaking pussies, the more of his thoughts became clouded with other men topping him. Liam begged to have his sexuality spared but David declined, stating it was the part most important to Daniel. He coughed out his heterosexuality. No more attraction to women, no desire to have sex with them. All in his male gaze was other men now. This couldn’t get any worse.

His roommate boyfriend, Daniel, walked in. His smile piercing through David’s confusion, as he squeezed the little muscle left on his chest, “You okay, David?”

Liam was no longer in control of his body, let alone his consciousness. All the douchey and toxic parts of his masculinity were cleansed out and replaced with a softer, effeminate and sensitive one. His voice rose in pitch, matching the one speaking in his head earlier, “Yeah, I just needed a minute to myself"

Daniel puckered a kiss on his lips, standing shoulder-height to his boyfriend of a few months. The internal Liam was in agony. He was no longer in control of his body, since if he was in control, he would have punched Daniel. Liam was straight, he would never even think of kissing another guy, let alone someone as gay as Daniel. But he wasn’t Liam anymore, he was David, an openly gay Asian man.

Memories of their relationship were the next to be modified. Their argumentative battles and awkward standoffs as roommates were gone. All the hostility within vanished, and what remained was tranquility and love. Instead of a rocky start, their sparks flew off instantly, since they shared many of the same interests: cozy games, crocheting, Drag Race and K-pop. All the nights Liam spent on his phone watching football highlights were replaced by the vibrant pink nights where David and Daniel cuddled on the living room couch together underneath a Hello Kitty Blanket as they rewatched Drag Race clip’s and K-pop MNET performances on Youtube. On the table was the strawberry bobas they ordered nearly every weekend.

David was enamored with Daniel not just because of his cute twinkish look but his soft, adorable personality. He would be infuriated if he knew that his old version as Liam bullied his adorable cinnamon roll of a boyfriend. David and Daniel could not imagine where they wouldn’t be living together in their cute penthouse in Manhattan. Their first date was at the dining hall, eating bland cheeseburgers and salty curly fries, as David was the first to say “I love you."

The couple soon returned home from the library. Liam’s stacks of weights and dirty stinky gym clothes disappeared as Squishmallows and other plushies and piles of neatly folded laundry that smelled off fresh fabric conditioner. The mirror Liam used to flex and even spray a few shots of his seed on became spotless. Its outer frame became pink and decorated with Polaroids of Daniel and David together, almost like a shrine to their relationship. Liam could only watch in the back of David’s mind and body as reality finished correcting its mistakes.

David and Daniel cuddled together and kissed on their beds that they had smushed together. Their hearts flustered as they touched every warm spot of their bodies out of love. They couldn't be any happier than this.

There was no Liam, only a David that had always existed and loved his roommate boyfriend, Daniel.

[marcusspace]

Brotherly swap - part 1

In the quiet solitude of his dimly lit bedroom, Timothy McAllister sat cross-legged on his twin bed, surrounded by the silent guardians of his imagination—shelves crammed with comic books, action figures, and forgotten school textbooks. The digital clock on his nightstand blinked 3:42 AM, a silent sentinel to his nocturnal habits. Tim, a self-proclaimed nerd with glasses perched on the tip of his nose and a penchant for graphic t-shirts, was lost in the realm of his favorite anime series. His eyes darted across the screen of his laptop, his heart racing with every clash of swords and whisper of a forbidden romance.

A sudden noise jolted him out of his fantasy world—the unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh, muffled by a closed door. Curiosity piqued, he tiptoed out of his room, his socks making faint squeaks against the cold, hardwood floor. The noise grew louder as he approached the staircase, each step bringing him closer to the source of the mysterious sounds. The thirst that had plagued him earlier was forgotten, replaced by a burning curiosity that compelled him downstairs.

The kitchen light spilled out into the hallway, creating a stark contrast with the shadows. Tim peered sneakily, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. There, at the kitchen island, stood Brad—his stepbrother, the epitome of jock perfection with a body sculpted from football and a swagger that made heads turn. Brad must’ve just stumbled home after a night of partying and heavy drinking. Brad is standing naked in the kitchen, clearly thinking everyone is asleep, his hand was moving rhythmically, fisting his impressive uncut 9-inch cock. The sight of Brad's muscles flexing, his abs rippling with each stroke, sent a jolt of arousal through Tim. He felt a pang of envy for the power Brad's body held, the ease with which it drew attention and desire.

Tim's mouth went dry as he watched Brad's hand work over his shaft, the precum glistening under the soft glow of the pendant lights. He couldn't help but think about the fantasies he'd had—fantasies where he could experience Brad's body for himself, where he could feel the strength and virility that seemed so far out of reach. But this was real, and Tim knew he should look away. Yet, he remained frozen, his own hand inching down to his crotch, his cock hardening at the sight of Brad's unabashed pleasure.

With a jolt of reality, Tim realized he could be caught staring. He bolted back upstairs, his cheeks flaming with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. His tiny cock strained against his pajama bottoms, demanding attention. He rushed into his room and slammed the door, his thoughts racing. He felt so ashamed—how could he be turned on by his own stepbrother? It wasn't just the taboo; it was the stark contrast between Brad's jock body and his own lanky, unathletic frame.

Tim flopped onto his bed, his hand trembling as it found its way into his pants. He couldn't stop thinking about Brad's cock, the way it had filled his hand so completely. He began to stroke himself, imagining what it would be like to have that kind of power, that kind of presence. He thought of Brad, sweaty and spent after a grueling football practice, his muscles begging for relief. The fantasy grew more vivid—Brad, helpless and needy, turning to Tim for comfort.

Tim's hand moved faster, his breath hitching in his throat as he pictured Brad's face contorted in pleasure. In his mind's eye, Brad's handsome features were a mix of surprise and gratitude as Tim took him into his mouth, his tiny cock forgotten in the face of his stepbrother's overwhelming manhood. The fantasy was intoxicating, a heady blend of the forbidden and the desired. His hand was a blur, his strokes becoming more erratic as the image of Brad's cock grew larger and larger in his mind.

With a strangled moan, Tim came, the sensation of release flooding through him like a tidal wave. He didn't bother to clean up the mess, too lost in the aftermath of his climax to care about the sticky residue on his hand and stomach. He lay there, panting, the room spinning slightly from the rush of adrenaline and embarrassment. Eventually, his eyes grew heavy and he succumbed to sleep, his last thoughts a jumble of Brad's body and his own secret longings.

The next morning, Tim woke with a start, his body feeling... different. He sat up, and the world tilted alarmingly. He reached out to steady himself, and his hand encountered something unfamiliar—his own hand, but it was larger, more muscular. His eyes shot to his reflection in the mirror opposite his bed, and what he saw took his breath away. He was in Brad's body.

Tim couldn't believe it—his fantasy had come to life. He rolled out of bed, his new muscles protesting the movement with a delightful stretch. He stumbled over to the mirror, his legs unaccustomed to the bulk of Brad's muscular frame. His eyes widened with wonder as he took in the sight of Brad's reflection. The broad chest, the rock-hard abs, the powerful arms, and the proud erection that jerked in response to his touch. He tentatively reached down to grasp Brad's cock, his heart racing as he felt its heavy warmth in his hand.

Tim couldn't resist exploring further. He flexed the bicep, watching the muscle bulge and dance in the early morning light. He ran his hand over the flat expanse of Brad's stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs, the trail of hair that led to his groin. He stepped closer to the mirror, his gaze lingering on the reflection of Brad's face, now his own. He touched his cheek, the stubble rough against his fingertips. His hand trailed down to Brad's chest, feeling the thump of a heart that was now his, the thrill of power surging through veins that had never felt so strong.

With one hand, he began to stroke the cock that was now his own. It felt alien, yet incredibly arousing. The sensation was magnified, as if his own desires had been amplified by the sheer size of his new member. His other hand roamed over the landscape of Brad's body, tracing the contours of his broad shoulders, the firmness of his ass. He couldn't believe the sensation—his fantasy was playing out in real life. He was the jock now, the one with the power to turn heads and command attention.

Tim's eyes remained glued to the mirror as he jerked off Brad's cock, watching the way it moved in his hand, the way his new body responded to his touch. He felt a thrill of power as he manipulated it, watching the shadows play across the muscles he had once envied from afar. The hand that was once so inexperienced now moved with surprising confidence, guided by Brad's own body's instinctive knowledge. He felt the beginnings of another orgasm build, a warmth spreading through him that was more intense than anything he had ever felt before.

Suddenly, he heard a noise from downstairs—Brad's voice, but it was high-pitched and panicked. Tim froze, his hand still wrapped around Brad's cock. What was going on? He had to find out. He stumbled to the door, his legs unsteady in this new form. His heart thudded in his chest as he descended the stairs, trying to process what was happening.

As he approached the kitchen, he could make out Brad's frantic cries. "What the fuck?! What did you do to me?!" Tim peeked around the corner, his eyes widening in horror and fascination. There was Brad, his body now in Tim's place, flailing around the kitchen in a pair of Tim's oversized glasses, looking utterly lost. Tim had to stifle a laugh—his stepbrother was now the one out of his element.

"I... I don't know what's happening!" Brad's voice, coming from Tim's smaller body, was a high-pitched squeak that seemed to echo off the walls. He stumbled around the kitchen, bumping into chairs and knocking over a vase. Tim felt a twinge of pity, watching Brad struggle with his new reality.

But the pity quickly turned into a giddy excitement as he realized that he was no longer the nerd. He was the jock, the one who could bend the world to his will. The one who could get whatever he wanted. And what he wanted, more than anything, was to live out his wildest fantasies in Brad's body.

Tim took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen, his new body moving with a grace that was both alien and thrilling. Brad's eyes went wide with shock as he took in Tim's new form. "What the fuck, Tim?" he squeaked.

"Well, well, well," Tim said, a smirk playing on Brad's full lips. "Looks like we've swapped places." He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight of Brad in his own skin—so small and fragile. "I guess the universe has a sense of humor after all."

Brad looked up at him with a mix of fear and anger. "Make it stop," he demanded, his voice still not his own. "This isn't funny!"

Tim just chuckled, the sound deep and resonant in Brad's body. "Oh, but it is," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "It's more than funny, it's a dream come true." He strode over to Brad, towering over him. "Imagine all the things I can do with this body." He flexed his bicep, watching Brad's eyes follow the movement with a mix of awe and dread.

"You can call me Brad now," Tim said, his voice a commanding rumble. "And I'll call you Tim. It's only fair, right?"

Brad's eyes darted around the kitchen, his mind racing. He had to get out of this situation, had to get back into his own body. But how? He had seen enough sci-fi movies to know that the geeky protagonist usually had some kind of ace up their sleeve, but all he had was Tim's scrawny body and a head full of football stats.

Tim, now Brad, took a step closer, his new body exuding confidence with every movement. "Come on, little bro," he said, his voice a mockery of Brad's usual cocky drawl. "Let's not make a scene." He reached out to pat Brad's shoulder, his hand swallowing Tim's delicate frame. "You'll get used to it."

Brad shrank away, his eyes darting to the floor. "What do you want?" he whispered, his voice barely recognizable as Tim's.

Tim, reveling in his newfound power, leaned in closer, his breath hot against Brad's ear. "Oh, you know what I want," he murmured, his hand drifting down to Brad's crotch. "But first, let's go get you cleaned up. You can't face the day like this."

With surprising gentleness, Tim guided Brad to the bathroom, watching as his stepbrother's body moved clumsily in the unfamiliar confines of Tim's smaller frame. He couldn't resist the urge to run his hand along Brad's ass, feeling the firm muscles that he had so often envied. Brad flinched, his eyes flashing with a mix of fear and anger. "Cut it out!" he snapped.

Tim just smirked, his hand lingering. "Don't worry, I know you're straight," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I'm not, and now I've got your body. So let's make the most of it, shall we?"

Brad's cheeks flushed, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't believe what was happening. "This isn't right," he protested weakly. "We can't just... swap lives like this."

Tim, now in Brad's body, grinned. "Why not?" He leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You've had your fun with the cheerleaders and the football games. It's my turn now." He stepped back, admiring his reflection in the mirror. "And don't worry, I'll take good care of your body." His hand drifted down to cup Brad's crotch, his eyes never leaving Brad's face. "In fact, I've got a whole new set of rules for it."

Brad felt a surge of anger, his fists clenching at his sides. "You can't just—"

Tim cut him off with a wave of Brad's hand. "Oh, but I can. And I will. Now, let's talk about your old life." He leaned against the sink, Brad's body looking eerily relaxed in Tim's usual slump. "What was her name? Your, um, my girlfriend, I mean."

"Her name is none of your business," Brad spat back, his voice unsteady.

Tim chuckled, the sound deep and resonant in Brad's body. "Well, now it is," he said, stroking Brad's cheek with the back of his hand. "I mean, I'm going to be living your life now. It's only fair that I know all your little secrets."

Brad's eyes narrowed, his hands balled into fists. "What are you saying?"

Tim, now Brad, leaned in closer, his grin wicked. "I'm saying," he began, his hand tracing the line of Brad's jaw, "that from now on, Brad here is going to be exploring his... let's call it his 'alternative' side." He watched Brad's face contort with disgust, his new body flushing with excitement at the thought. "You're going to be the one going to prom with the hottest guy instead of the prom queen."

Brad's eyes widened with horror. "You can't do this to me!"

Tim, now in Brad's body, chuckled darkly. "Why not? You've had your fun with the ladies. Now it's time for me to have some fun with the... boys." He winked, his hand sliding down to Brad's waist, the touch electric and unwelcome. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to give you plenty of stories to tell."

Brad's mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this nightmare. He had to find a way to reverse the swap, to get back into his own body before things went too far. "We need to find out how this happened," he said, his voice shaking with fear. "There has to be a way to fix it."

Tim, now in Brad's body, just shrugged. "Why bother?" he said, his tone laced with nonchalance. "This is the best thing that's ever happened to me." He flexed his new biceps, watching them bulge in the mirror. "I've got everything I've ever wanted."

[axeeglitter]

Lights are up but no one's home

Brad adjusted his letterman jacket and grinned as he caught sight of Emma walking down the driveway. She looked perfect, as always, with her auburn hair shining staircase morning light. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before her father, Mr. Gaines, stepped out onto the porch.

"Good morning, sir," Brad said, trying his best to sound polite.

Mr. Gaines didn't bother to respond, his sharp eyes scanning Brad as if he were unworthy. “Emma, be back by 3pm. And, Brad…” His voice was cold. “We’ll talk later.”

Brad shrugged it off, flashing his confident smile at Emma. "I think your dad will come around."

Emma gave him a concerned look, but Brad dismissed it, brushing off the tension.

Later that evening, as Brad walked Emma back to her house, Mr. Gaines met them at the door. “Brad, a word. Alone.”

Brad hesitated but eventually nodded. “Sure thing.” He gave Emma a reassuring glance before following her father into the study. Brad followed Mr. Gaines into the study, the older man closing the door firmly behind them. The heavy scent of leather and cedar filled the room, matching the dark, intimidating décor. A single lamp cast a golden glow over the desk, its light flickering slightly, giving the space a tense, almost foreboding atmosphere.

Brad stood his ground, towering over Mr. Gaines with his broad, athletic build. Years of football and rigorous workouts had shaped him into the picture of masculinity: square shoulders, a defined chest, and an aura of cocky confidence.

“Look, sir,” Brad began, his voice firm yet polite, “I know we don’t see eye-to-eye, but I care about Emma. I’m good to her, and…”

Mr. Gaines raised a hand, cutting him off. “Spare me the charm, Brad. I see right through it.”

Brad bristled, his jaw tightening. “With all due respect, I don’t need your approval. Emma and I…”

“You’ll find you need more than you think,” Mr. Gaines interrupted again, his voice cold and commanding. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small glass vial filled with an iridescent liquid that shimmered unnaturally in the dim light.

Brad frowned, his brow furrowing. “What is that? Some kind of whiskey or…”

Before he could finish, Mr. Gaines popped the cap off and flung the contents at him with surprising speed. The liquid hit Brad square in the chest, seeping through his letterman jacket and white tight shirt and into his skin.

“What the hell?!” Brad shouted, stepping back as he frantically tried to wipe the liquid away. His hands tingled where they touched it, as though the substance was alive.

“You’ve had your time with my daughter,” Mr. Gaines said, his lips curling into a smirk. “Now, it’s time to see what you’re really made of.”

Brad opened his mouth to retort, but a sudden, searing heat coursed through his body, cutting him off. It started in his chest, radiating outward in waves that left his muscles twitching uncontrollably.

“Wha, what’s happening to me?!” he gasped, clutching at his chest. The heat intensified, and he felt his ribs shifting beneath his hands. His sturdy chest, once broad and solid, began to shrink. The hard ridges of his pecs softened, the thick slabs of muscle deflating like a balloon.

“No!” Brad groaned, his voice cracking. He could feel his sternum pulling inward, the bones grinding painfully as his torso narrowed. His shirt hung awkwardly now, loose in places it had once hugged snugly.

The heat spread downward, latching onto his abs. His once-chiseled six-pack, earned through countless hours of crunches and dieting, began to fade. He pressed his hands against his stomach, desperate to hold onto the definition, but the flesh grew soft and smooth under his touch.

“Stop this!” he begged, his voice trembling.

Mr. Gaines crossed his arms, watching with a cruel, detached interest. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”

Brad stumbled forward, his legs shaking as a sharp pain erupted in his pelvis. He fell to his knees with a grunt, his jeans tightening uncomfortably around his hips. He groaned as his pelvis shifted, the bones grinding and reshaping into a narrower, more delicate structure.

His thighs quivered, the thick muscle softening and slimming. He had always prided himself on his powerful legs, tools of a star athlete, but now they looked more suited to a dancer. His calves followed suit, becoming slender and shapely, their once-prominent muscles fading into gentle curves.

“No, no, no!” Brad whimpered, clutching at his thighs as if sheer willpower could stop the transformation. His jeans shimmered and morphed, the denim becoming tight, ripped skinny jeans that clung to his new, slimmer legs like a second skin.

The heat moved downward, pooling in his feet. Brad gasped as his sneakers began to tighten painfully. His feet shrank, the size 12 shoes compressing around his toes until they reformed into smaller, more delicate size 9 feet. The sneakers warped, reshaping into sleek, white designer trainers that felt foreign and wrong.

He scrambled to his feet, swaying as he realized how much shorter he’d become. The once-commanding 6’2” frame that had made him stand out on the field was now gone and replaced by a slim and delicate 5’4”. He felt fragile, like a shadow of his former self.

“Why can’t I stop this?!” Brad cried, his voice growing higher-pitched with each word. He clapped his hands over his throat, horrified as his Adam’s apple receded. His deep, commanding voice was replaced by a soft, boyish tone that sounded utterly alien to his ears.

“Your height suited your arrogance,” Mr. Gaines said with a smirk. “But this? This is much better.”

The heat moved back up to Brad’s arms, and he watched in horror as his biceps and triceps, once bulging with power, shrank down to slender, almost dainty proportions. His shoulders narrowed, losing their broad, masculine width, leaving him with a delicate, almost effeminate frame.

His hands began to tingle, and he stared down at them in disbelief. The calluses that had marked years of lifting weights and gripping footballs faded, leaving his palms smooth and soft. His fingers slimmed, their rough, masculine shape replaced by long, elegant digits.

“This isn’t real,” Brad muttered, his voice trembling. “This can’t be real!”

“Oh, it’s real,” Mr. Gaines replied, his tone dripping with amusement.

Brad’s skin began to tingle as the transformation spread across his body. The fine dusting of body hair that had covered his chest, arms, and legs vanished, leaving his skin unnaturally smooth. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, desperate to cool the burning in his armpits, but the familiar musky scent of sweat was gone, replaced by a faint, floral fragrance. brad then felt his letterman jacket and white shirt starting to tighten around him. He turned his head to look at it only to realize he was now wearing a tight blue stripped shirt.

The heat surged into his face, and Brad stumbled back, clutching at his cheeks. His square jawline softened, the sharp edges rounding out into delicate curves. His cheekbones became more pronounced, giving his face a refined, almost ethereal beauty. His lips tingled and swelled, becoming fuller and pinker, while his nose slimmed into a petite, upturned shape.

Brad turned to the mirror on the wall, his heart sinking as he saw the stranger staring back at him. The rugged, masculine face he had always known was gone, replaced by one so pretty it could have graced a magazine cover.

The heat shifted to his scalp, and he reached up, gasping as his long, messy brown hair grew longer and softer on the top. It lightened to a golden blond, shimmering in the lamplight as it styled itself into a trendy, tousled look. His sides receded back in his scalp in millions of ant bites as Brad took his lobes in his hands screaming in pain.

“Look at you,” Mr. Gaines said, stepping closer. “You could pass for a model now. A twink, as they say.”

Brad stumbled away; his legs weak. “This… this isn’t me,” he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“It is now,” Mr. Gaines replied coldly.

The final wave of heat pooled in Brad’s groin, and he doubled over, clutching at his hips. The muscles and bones there shifted painfully, completing the lithe, feminine shape his body had taken on. He wanted to scream, but his voice cracked once more, betraying the raw emotion he felt. Brad could feel his huge 8 inches cut dick boiling with heat as he could feel his cock grinding against his new jockstrap and his hairless thighs until it stopped to a 3 inches uncut cock. His nuts followed as he felt them taking less and less place inside the pouch. Brad tilted his head and looked as the front of his slim jeans was shrinking faster and faster. When the shrinking stopped, brad exhaled from fear as he tried to get up once more. But as his hands touched the ground to help himself, he felt a discharge of electricity zap him in the ass. He screamed from surprised and pain as he heard Mr. Gaines laugh viciously. “Now we’ll see how you handle these new sensations” he said with a deep voice while looking at Brad trying to find his breath again.

He collapsed to the floor, trembling as the heat finally began to subside. His body felt alien, every movement unfamiliar and wrong. He could feel the smoothness of his skin, the slenderness of his limbs, the absence of his once-powerful build.

Brad looked up at Mr. Gaines, his deep brown eyes glitching as they finished turning into bright blue eyes wide with horror. “Why… why would you do this to me?”

Mr. Gaines crouched down, smirking as he looked the transformed Brad in the eye. “Because you needed a lesson, boy. And now, you’re exactly what you deserve to be.”

Brad lay on the floor of the study, his altered body trembling with lingering heat. He tried to push himself up, but his new, slender arms buckled under the effort. The unfamiliar weight distribution of his body threw him off balance, and he collapsed again, the smoothness of his skin and the strange proportions of his limbs only amplifying his panic.

Inside his mind, Brad’s thoughts whirled. This isn’t me. This can’t be me. He clenched his teeth, or at least tried to, but even the sensation of his now-soft jawline felt wrong. Every breath was foreign, the floral scent from his armpits a mockery of the musky, masculine odor he’d once carried.

Mr. Gaines stood over him, arms crossed, his smirk cold and calculating. “You’ll get used to it,” he said. “Or maybe you won’t. Who knows?”

“You won’t get away with this, Emma will know, I will tell everyone” Brad spat, his voice unnaturally high and trembling. He cringed at the sound of it. “I will sue you!”

But as if to mock his resolve, a sharp pain stabbed into his temples, sending him sprawling onto his back. The room spun as his hands flew to his head, gripping at the blond strands of his new hair. It felt like something was clawing its way into his brain, rewriting him from the inside out.

“What is going on?! Fuck it hurts!!” he screamed, but the words came out in a whiny, petulant tone, almost like a pout.

“You think you can threaten me under my roof, Brad?” Mr. Gaines said smoothly. “Well… I thought this was enough, but seems not! Let’s see how you’ll behave now, Blaine!”

Another jolt of pain struck, this time deeper and more insistent. Memories flashed through his mind and memories of who he was, who he had been. The star athlete, the golden boy, the charming boyfriend who could talk his way out of trouble with a grin. He clung to those images desperately, but they began to fracture, splintering like glass.

In their place came foreign thoughts, feelings, and impulses. Bright colors danced behind his eyes, an overwhelming hunger for attention and admiration bubbling up from nowhere. He tried to suppress it, but it grew stronger with each passing second, like a dam about to burst.

“No,” Brad whimpered, tears streaming down his now-delicate face. “This isn’t me. I’m not…”

But the assault on his mind continued. His thoughts grew disjointed, a battle between his old self and the intrusive presence worming its way into his consciousness. His sense of humor shifted, memories of football games and weightlifting sessions replaced by an inexplicable appreciation for fashion trends and pop music.

The new personality emerged, brash and unyielding. It wasn’t subtle; it stormed into his mind like a diva on a stage, shoving Brad’s old self aside.

“Oh my God,” a voice bubbled in his head, light and effervescent. “This room is so drab. Like, who decorated this? A sad old man?”

No! That’s not me! Brad screamed internally, but the words didn’t make it out. His lips parted, and instead of the defiance he wanted to express, a soft giggle escaped.

“Stop it!” he thought desperately, but his body betrayed him. His delicate fingers brushed a strand of golden hair from his face, and he caught his reflection in the nearby mirror. A coquettish smile spread across his lips without his consent.

The final blow came when the pain in his head spiked to a blinding crescendo. Brad’s name, his name, slipped away, leaving a void where his identity had been. In its place, a new name blossomed, sugary sweet and unbearable.

“Blaine,” Mr. Gaines said with satisfaction, as though plucking the name from Brad’s own thoughts. “That suits you. Blaine, my new personal assistant.”

No, no, no! Brad’s mind screamed, but it was as if he were trapped behind a glass wall, watching his body and voice act without him.

Blaine blinked a few times, his wide, blue eyes fluttering. “Blaine,” he repeated, his voice sing-song.

Inside, Brad seethed. He was still there, buried deep, but he couldn’t control his body anymore. Every word, every movement, was Blaine’s now. And Blaine was everything Brad wasn’t: flamboyant, animated, and utterly unconcerned with the past.

“Do you need me for anything, sir?” Blaine said, tugging at the tight, ripped skinny jeans and tight blue striped shirt that had replaced Brad’s clothes. “I remember you told me to come to work on The Fortress Club folder, right?”

“Plenty of time for that later,” Mr. Gaines said, his smirk widening as he took a step about to grab Blaine’s shirt.

At that moment, the door to the study swung open, and Emma stepped in. “Dad? Have you seen Brad? He just vanished, and… Oh hello, I didn’t know you were busy working, you must be my dad’s new personal assistant, right?”

Her eyes landed on Blaine, who was standing with his hands behind his back, his head tilted in a way that screamed playful mischief. She froze, her brow furrowing.

“Who… are you?” she asked, clearly confused.

Blaine smiled as he presented himself while Brad’s trapped consciousness burn with humiliation.

“I’m Blaine!” he chirped, twirling a lock of his golden hair. “Just helping your dad out with… um… his work schedule. Nice to meet you!”

Emma blinked, then turned to her father. “Where’s Brad? He said he was coming in here to talk to you.”

Mr. Gaines feigned a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “Brad showed his true colors, I’m afraid. I caught him cheating on you. Told him to pack his things and leave. He didn’t even argue, just walked out without a word.”

Emma’s face fell, hurt flickering across her features. “He… what?”

Inside, Brad screamed. No! That’s a lie! I would never do that to her! But Blaine remained silent, batting his long lashes at Emma.

“You’re better off without him,” Mr. Gaines said firmly. “He wasn’t right for you.”

Emma shook her head, clearly unsettled. “Fuck him! If I ever see him again, he is dead! Well, I’m going to go. I need to process all of this.”

She turned and left the room without another word, leaving Blaine standing in the center of the study and Brad crying and screaming for Emma to come back.

Inside, Brad felt his heart shatter. She doesn’t even recognize me. She thinks I abandoned her. I’m still here! I’m still me!

Mr. Gaines clapped a hand on Blaine’s shoulder, ignoring the storm raging inside the former jock’s mind. “Well, Blaine, it looks like you’re all mine now.”

Blaine turned to him with a bright smile. “Ooh, what do you need first? Coffee? A snack”

Brad’s mind recoiled, hating every word, every exaggerated gesture. He was trapped, forced to watch and feel everything Blaine did, powerless to fight back.

“None of that, I was thinking something more… personal,” Mr. Gaines said as he walked to Blaine, grabbing his shirt and tucking it behind his head. “And you’ll do exactly as I say.”

“Anything for you, Mr. G!” Blaine said with a wink as he got on his knees, his small hard cock pressing on his thighs and leaking in his jockstrap.

As Mr. Gaines’s hard daddy cock entered Blaine’s virgin mouth, he came, leaking through his ripped jeans and directly on the carpeted floor. Mr. Gaines laugh and started to face fuck Blaine even faster with a smile on his lips, not caring about Brad's gagging please for this to stop. “I think you’ve learned your lesson son. And you’ll have to clean this up!”

______________________________________________________________ Hey guys! Here is my contribution to the story swap I did with @misctf. Go check his content if you haven't already. He has lots of great stuff there. See you soon!

[petew21-blog]

Love thy neighbor

Jerry:"Oh look he posted again. And look at the quote '

Instagram - Clark_779:'Luke 6:31: Do to others as you would have them do to you. We all have to remember to be kind to each other'

Harvey:"I can't stand him anymore. Such a fucking hypocrite. Pretending to be a good christian and at the same time making our lives at school a living hell."

Jerry:"Yeah, you're right. But he won't change. He'll be the same asshole as he is now"

Harvey:"Maybe not"

Jerry:"Yeah right. You're gonna give him a lesson on ethics and he's gonna be kind. How about Red Riding Hood. That's a good story too. Maybe you should tell me that one"

Harvey:"If you'd let me talk I would explain it to you. I have been visiting this bookstore that seels antique stuff"

Jerry:"Aaaaand you found a love option that's gonna make him fall in love with you. Great"

Harvey:"You know I'm not gay and no. Something better. I got these two rings to swap our bodies"

Jerry:"Sure. And you know they work?"

Harvey:"We could try it out right now"

Jerry:"What if we don't change back?"

Harvey:"The man said that it should be fully reversible as long as both of them are wearing the ring"

Jerry:"Ok, fine. It's not like I believe your. But why not"

The took the rings and put them on their fingers. But nothing happened

Jerry:"Look, man. I know you wanted to believe it, but you gotta learn that there are scammers in the world and they...."

"...just want to rob you." Jerry finished the sentence but now from Harvey's body

Jerry:"What?!?"

Harvey:"Told you:

Jerry:"Dude, thus changes everything. We could ne the most popular people in the entire school. No, we can be anybody"

Harvey:"Calm down. We got a lot of time ahead of us. But for now I think we should stick with low profile dudes like Clark"

Jerry:"Ok, let's see if we can swap back"

The exchanged the rings again and after a moment were looking back at the other person. Harvey noticed that his dick was now hard in his briefs, but decided not to comment on in so that he wouldn't leave embarassed and his plan would go to shit

Jerry:"Ok. So how do you wanna do it?"

Harvey:"I got a plan"

Jerry:"I don't want to get beat up"

Harvey:"Someone has to sacrifice. Now go and provoke him. I'll intervene as soon as he would start beating you"

Clark was talking with his bros near the lockers. Jerry didn't have to say a thing and Clark noticed his presence:"Hey, fag. Got my lunch money?"

Jerry sped up and went on as if he didn't say anything. Clark ran out to get him as his bros stood behind. He shoved Jerry against a locker, making him collapse on the ground. That was a big hit. Jerry felt his back aching

Clark:"I was talking to you, nerd. Give ne your money"

Jerry:"I don't have any money today"

Harvey came closer and offered him the ring. "You can sell this for a better price than just lunch". Clark grabbed Harvey's sweatshirt and lifted him up against the locker. "Who said you can talk to me?"

Harvey stayed calm:"Please, just take it and let us be". Clark took the ring and looked at it. It seemed manly. Not like one for woman. He liked it. "Fine. Only this time" he let go of Harvey.

Harvey was next to Jerry now. Jerry was aching. While Harvey looked surprisingly confident. Jerry:"So? What now? What if he sells it or throws it away." Harvey:"Now we wait"

They were sitting at the front of the class along with the rest of the seniors. Clark was with his bros at the back. Harvey was trying to observe him, but everytime he did some of his bros noticed.

Jerry:"He's playing with the ring" And he was. History class probably borec him so much that he had to take a look at it.

Harvey turned around and noticed as another jock took it from him. "Oh no" he noticed as he was about to slip it on his finger and immediately took off his. Jock looked how the ring fit. He said to Clark:"Can I keep it?". "NO, it's mine. Echoed silently through the class"

The teacher didn't care that they were shouting. He was in support of our school jock and was in their favour so he let a lot of things pass

Clark took the ring back from the other guy and put it on his finger. Jerry said:"Now Harvey!" Harvey slipped on the ring as well and waited

Few seconds later. Jerry looked at Harvey's face that changed expression. He even spoke out loud:"What're you looking at, fag?" Jerry was shocked. This was real. He looked back to see Clark smiling back at him. "Holy shit" Jerry said out loud

The teacher scolded him Jerry. Mister Barren. There will be no such talk in my class. Go visit the prinicipal right now and take your things. Jerry had a hard time trying not to smile

Clark was so dull that he still didn't notice yet. Jerry went to the principal where he got his detention. Message arrived to his phone from unkwon number:"Clark is really passed. He screamed out at the class. He made me look like a crazy person. Come to my NEW car"

Jerry was nervous. He was always scared to even get close to Clark's car and now he was about to go in. He opened the door and sat down. There He was. Clark, but not really Clark

"Sup, fag" Harvey said. They both laughed

Jerry:"Holy shit dude, this is crazy. I can't believe it"

Harvey:"No, this is crazy. Check these out" he said as he flexed Clark's arm right into Jerry's face

Jerry:"Holy shit. Dude? Can I...?

Harvey:"Sure thing. Go ahead"

Jerry squeezed Clark's biceps and let his fingers go along the lines of his muscles. "This is incredible"

Harvey:"So what now. Wanna get your new body?"

Jerry:"I think we should wait until the drama about your body is done. Your body looks crazy right now and if there were the two of us, It might be more suspicious. I say we go to your new place. We should check it out"

Harvey:"Right on, mister. Hold your glasses"

Harvey wasn't a really good driver and it showed. The ride was... a bit dangerous

They entered the house. It was completely empty

Now the boys inspected the modern kitchen with a fridge full of great food.

Jerry:"Dude, this is amazing. It must be crazy good to be this rich"

Harvey:"You know what's also amazing? Check it" he lifted up his shirt and swestshirt, pulling his jeans down a bit

Jerry:"Wow. Dude. Those are really hot. Can I touch them?"

Harvey:"Why are you even asking at this point? Haha"

Jerry went closer to give it a feel. He was so close to his tormentor/friends face now. He expected a hit from his body or that his body would betray him and he would start kissing him instead. "Ehm... wanna maybe go upstairs to see his room?"

Harvey:"Sure. I mean, we'll be spending a lot of time there. Playing video games and so on. So we should atleast check it out"

After an hour of playing Harvey let go of the controler. Jerry:"Anything wrong Harvey?"

Harvey:"I'm Clark now. And I'm sice of not appreciating this body" he started undressing

Jerry couldn't look away. He was so hard right now. " Harv... Clark? Maybe you should wait before I leave?"

Harvey:"Don't pretend like you don't wanna see these guns and the rest. I know you do"

Jerry:"Oh... you do?"

Harvey:"Sure. I know you're gay. I could even feel my dick hard when we swapped before. Can't really hide that"

"Now look at this beautiful big dick" Harvey said as he held it over his boxer briefs. "No wonder he keep fucking everyone at the entire school. If I had this body and dick I would too. Oh wait... now I do. Haha"

"Let's take a proper look at it. Oh wow. It's so thick. Wanna check it out?" Harvey said with a seductive look at Jerry

Harvey didn't wait and got over Jerry. Sliding down his boxer briefs.

"Come on. Touch it. I know you want to"

Jerry hesitated, but Harvey put his dick into his face. Jerry took the dick into his hand. It really was big. "Oh wow, Harvey"

Harvey:"I told you, I'm Clark now. And you should suck it" he said and pushed his dick towards Jerry's mouth

He smiled:"I knew you'd like it you little, fag"

Jerry couldn't help it, but this talk. Pretending to be Clark and sucking him off was so amazing. He wanted this moment to last forever. Or atleast to be repeated several times

Jerry swallowed all of the cum. Harvey was now in the bathroom cleaning himself off and taking photos

Jerry at Harvey in the bathroom:"I think we should talk about it, Harv... Clark."

Harvey:"Talk about what? That you just sucked my dick?"

Jerry:"Yeah. You said you are straight and now you let me do this. Did you do it just to cheer me up or because of the attention"

Harvey was still around the corner in the bathroom:"Kinda both. But do you really think that I would be straight in a body like this. Especially when his body looks so good in this?"

He entered in a maid's dress. Showing off and flexing his muscles right at Jerry

Harvey:"I couldn't let this body be straight. I would just limit my options.

Jerry pushed down his hard on

Harvey;"And if you'd want we can pick you a nice girl's bldy and be a cute couple fucking around at home and at school. But I think you'd rather let me fuck another hot stud and get revenge on these hypocrites. Am i right?"

Jerry nodded in approval

Harvey:"Good. Then let's pick you a hot body. I can't wait to fuck you"

Anonymous request in inbox

Can you do a classic swap story between a nerd and a straight jock? I always find those to be super hot

[keozrb]

Halloween party: Nerd & Jock

At a Halloween party, jock Travis forces nerdy Eric to come to a Halloween party, making Eric dress in football gear while he dons nerdy attire. As the night progresses, a strange transformation occurs, causing Travis to lose his muscle and vision, while Eric grows stronger and more muscular. The once popular jock now finds himself in the role of the nerd, while Eric embraces his newfound athleticism.

Travis, the college's popular jock, was still without a Halloween costume. He spotted Eric, the campus nerd, and an idea formed.

Travis approached Eric, coercing him into going to the party as part of his costume plan. Eric, feeling both intimidated and excited, agreed.

Travis dressed up as a nerd, complete with nerdy glasses. Eric was forced into Travis's football gear.

Eric felt humiliated in the jock's outfit. Travis, on the other hand, was having fun making a mockery of the nerd stereotype.

At the party, Travis showed Eric around, treating him like an accessory. Yet, despite the humiliation, Eric found himself enjoying the party.

During the party, Travis removed his glasses but was shocked when everything turned blurry. He quickly put them back on, his vision returning to normal.

Suddenly, Travis felt his once-massive muscles shrinking. His strength was diminishing, leaving him feeling weak and frail.

Meanwhile, Eric was experiencing the opposite. His skinny frame was filling out with muscles, making him bigger and stronger.

By the end of the party, the roles had reversed. Travis was now a nerd, while Eric was the new jock on campus.

News of the switcheroo spread like wildfire across the campus. Travis, once the star jock, was now the campus nerd.

Eric, on the other hand, was enjoying his newfound popularity and strength. He was now bigger than Travis ever was.

As the days went on, Travis struggled to adjust to his new reality, while Eric was loving every minute of his transformation.

[soul-controller]

Tricked By His Tutor

As the sun finally began its descent one Friday afternoon, casting a warm, golden hue over a grand college campus, Nolan Campbell made his exit from the university’s gym. After finishing up a grueling wrestling practice in preparation for his team’s upcoming meet, it was safe to say that the blond-haired jock was eager to get home and relax. But no matter his desires, it seemed as though the universe was doing everything it could to prevent him from achieving that goal. Given the fact that the weekend was now officially beginning, the campus was abuzz as large crowds of students traversed the school quad with excited haste. Luckily though, Nolan was able to overcome the overbearing crowds due to not only his bulky muscular physique but also his tall 6’2” stature.

Then, while waiting for a bus to arrive to take him back to his apartment, Nolan found himself forced to endure the constant staring and flirting from a slew of college cheerleaders. Despite his best attempts to turn them down, the girls refused to give up in their quest to be with him. Although to be completely fair to them, their desire was warranted. Out of all of the men on campus, Nolan was by far the perfect package. On top of that muscular physique of his, the man was blessed with a handsome face and an incredibly charming smile that formed an adorable yet manly set of dimples.

Yet while everyone assumed him to be this absolute beast of a man who easily dominated life like he did on the wrestling mats, that couldn’t have been further from the truth. For some reason, Nolan had always felt extremely unsure of himself and lacked the innate confidence that could have easily been corrupted into an inflated ego. Although there was a general sense of being unsure of himself when it came to his future, the one thing he was absolutely positive about was his happiness that he hadn’t ended up one of those stereotypical jocks who just bullied pathetic nerds or objectified women nonstop. 

After finally getting the girls to leave him alone and set their sights on another nearby jock, the wrestler was able to board his bus and take the ten minute ride to his apartment. After checking his mailbox, Nolan then gave himself one final workout as he rushed up the five flights of stairs until he arrived at his doorstep… where he found a peculiar surprise waiting for him.

Rather than the appearance of some package on his doorstep, he found Arthur, his math tutor, just sitting down waiting for him. Looking him up and down, the jock noticed just how disheveled the usually put-together man appeared. Instead of his normally styled mop of hair, Arthur looked incredibly disheveled on top of tired, at least based on the dark circles that Nolan noticed behind the nerd’s gigantic thick-rimmed glasses. 

In the two years that the duo had been working together, it was safe to say that Nolan had come to view Arthur as a friend of sorts. Nolan would bring his math assignments and questions every week, and Arthur would patiently guide him through the problems, breaking down complex equations and concepts in the simplest way that Nolan could understand. It was clear that Arthur had a gift for teaching, as Nolan found himself suddenly making progress in his math classes and avoiding the threat of academic probation. 

As they spent more time together, an unlikely friendship began to form. Nolan, with his easygoing and friendly personality, found himself opening up to the introverted and slightly awkward Arthur. With the jock opting to be vulnerable with him, it seemed to unlock something within the nerd that encouraged him to finally open up and grow comfortable around him. Over time then, Nolan learned about Arthur's interests and his daily life. Hell, he had even begun to view the nerd as a friend that when he found out that one of his wrestling teammates had been secretly bullying the nerd, the jock immediately put a stop to it! 

So although Nolan would easily describe himself as friends with Arthur given their work together over the past two school years, there had never been an instance where the twig of a nerd had just randomly shown up on his doorstep. After checking his watch and verifying that their appointment wasn’t meant for today, the jock flashed a smile as he tried to figure out what’s going on. "Uh, hey there Arthur. Is everything ok? I thought our appointment wasn’t meant until Sunday night?” 

In response, Arthur began to stand up onto his feet, which caused him to quickly readjust his glasses as they began to slide down his nose. "Oh, hey there, Nolan. I was just in the area and I thought I'd stop by and say hello,” he said, flashing a soft smile towards his client. Ever perceptive, the nerd quickly picked up on the gym bag slung around his shoulder and noticed Nolan’s damp and sweaty body. “Did you have practice or something today?" 

Nolan instantly leaned against the wall, loosening the strap of his gym bag. "Yeah, practice was intense. Coach is being a total hardass about this upcoming meet because it’s one of those rival schools. I legit feel so dead right now,” he responded, offering up a slight chuckle to lighten the mood. “But, how about you? How are your classes and everything going?" 

“Eh, it’s alright. This new segment of my math course is pretty difficult, but I’m always down for a challenge,” he replied with a lighthearted laugh. “I was tired of doing nonstop readings so I decided to just take a walk to clear my head. Before I knew it, I was here on your doorstep.” 

After eliciting his own chuckle, Nolan made his way past Arthur as he finally slid his key into the apartment door and unlocked it. Upon looking back, the jock felt oddly sorry for the guy. For some reason the frail shaggy-haired man was always taking the hardest possible courses each semester, which meant that he was too busy to go out and be social. As a result, Nolan couldn’t help but feel as though he was the closest thing to a friend that Arthur had. 

Given the fact that he was planning on just sitting on his couch and relaxing all night anyway, the man realized what would be the problem in having company then? “Ah, I see. Well, I was thinking of getting some pizza and maybe just chilling and watching some TV for the rest of the night. You wanna come in and hang out for a bit?" 

Arthur rapidly blinked in surprise, apparently not expecting an invitation from the jock. "Um, sure, that would be great. I think some time away from the textbooks would probably be good for me. I can’t stop seeing equations whenever I close my eyes,” he chuckled, which caused Nolan to do the same as he finally opened the door and allowed the nerd to walk in first. 

Upon shutting the door behind him, Nolan slumped to the side and allowed his gym bag to fall off his shoulders and onto the floor with a heavy thud. With that weight literally lifted off his shoulders, the man looked down at himself and realized just how sweaty he was. “Uh hey, if you don’t mind, I’m going to shower real quick,” he began, leading Arthur further into the apartment until the duo were in his living room. After reaching out towards an end table and grabbing onto the remote, the jock began to hold it out towards the nerd. “You can just go ahead and sit down and watch some TV I guess. I promise it will only take a few minutes and then we’ll order some pizza and just relax for a bit!” But to the jock’s confusion, the nerd refused to take ahold of the remote. 

Turning away from the TV and sofa, Arthur looked around the man’s apartment before beginning to speak. “Uh, before you go, can I say something,” he asked, which resulted in Nolan nodding his head in approval. “Ok, well uh, I just wanted to say that I really appreciate you Nolan. I know this probably doesn’t come as a surprise, but I don’t really have any friends here. These tutoring sessions have been genuinely quite rewarding because I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as perfect as you.” 

Upon hearing that last sentence, Nolan’s eyebrows raised as he tried to understand what that meant. Was Arthur just being sweet to him or was he trying to be vulnerable and reveal a new piece about himself in terms of his sexuality? Although Nolan was quite comfortable with his sexuality as a straight man, he wasn’t actively homophobic or anything so the concept of his friend being open like that was quite sweet in his eyes. 

But before he could even respond, Arthur continued to speak. “So uh yeah, I just wanted to say how much I appreciate your friendship,” he said, punctuating his sentence by extending out an open hand for a handshake. 

Finally, Nolan was given the ability to respond and he tried his best to be comforting to the man. “Aw, it’s no problem at all man. You’re a pretty great guy yourself and I appreciate all of your help. You’ve truly saved my ass so many times over the years that I can’t repay you enough,” he exclaimed, softly chuckling as he began to also extend his hand out for the handshake. 

“Oh really? Well now that you mention it, I actually do have an idea of how you can make it up to me,” Arthur replied, his grin shifting into a smirk as he suddenly grabbed onto Nolan’s hand and wrapped it in a tight embrace. 

Immediately, Nolan’s grin faded and his eyes widened as he felt a sensation similar to electricity rushing through his body. Confused about what’s happening to him, the jock stared into Arthur’s eyes, which remained narrowed and instantly made Nolan feel uneasy. Although he could have continued staring for a while in search of answers, the wrestler was stunned to find a bright flash of light suddenly fill the room up. Worried about blinding the light was becoming, the man clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth as a sudden pain overcame his body. As he continued to scream, he could have sworn that he felt as though his body was being completely torn apart. 

But as quickly as the light and pain had emerged, they faded just as fast and Nolan found himself struggling to catch his breath. With each deep inhale and exhale he took, he couldn’t help but notice how high-pitched and labored his breathing sounded. But as Nolan finally peeled apart his eyelids to look over at Arthur, a sudden gasp escaped from his throat. Rather than staring at his tutor, he instead found himself staring at his own body. 

Unnerved and with no other option coming to mind, the man looked down and revealed a terrifying sight. Rather than his thick and muscular body, his glance down revealed Arthur’s lanky arms while his sweat-stained tank top had been replaced with an oversized and more nerdy shirt. As he held out his hands and looked at just how pale and unimpressive they were, the young jock couldn’t help but scream as he realized that he was now in the body of a weak nerd! 

Despite the ear-piercing scream he made, Nolan found himself unable to produce any words or move no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was somehow stuck by whatever had caused his body swap with Arthur or if he was so petrified and in shock that his body had no idea what to do. But as he looked back across the room at the nerd now occupying his body, it quickly became clear that the new jock had no problem moving around. 

As he observed how Arthur looked around and smirked, Nolan got to watch in horror as the nerd quickly looked down before using his new wide pair of hands to pull off the damp and sweaty tank top to reveal the jock’s ripped and fully shirtless torso. Upon tossing the clothing onto the floor just a few feet away from the discarded gym bag, the former nerd grabbed onto his plump pecs before eliciting a maniacal laugh. 

“You fucking idiot, I can’t believe you fell for that fake sympathy shit,” he bellowed, his tone drenched in a cocky and condescending tone. Once finished, the man then lifted up his arm and flexed a bicep, smirking as he gripped the rock hard muscle. “Fuck yeah!” 

Upon witnessing the nerd’s behavior, Nolan was understandably quite confused. In those two years of knowing him, he had never witnessed Arthur behave like this. To make matters worse, he was doing it in Nolan’s real body. Like, what the fuck did his so-called friend do to him?! 

Refusing to continue looking at the nerd flaunting and flexing those stolen muscles, Nolan forced himself to tilt his head down and observe his new body. After using his hands to rub his upper arms and feel no indication of any muscle, the man wasn’t shocked to lift up his shirt as well and find that there was no hint of muscle whatsoever. Instead, he only found pale skin with patchy chest hair and a slight sliver of fat around his stomach and hip area. Upon letting go of the shirt and allowing it to fall back down to cover his depressing new torso, the man’s new gangly fingers traversed up his neck, which ultimately led to an exploration of his new face. Allowing his fingers to graze along his bulbous new nose and bump into the thick pair of glasses that covered a good 30% of his face, the man was horrified by how peculiar and strange the entire experience was. Hoping that he was somehow having a post-workout nap, Nolan tried his best to wake himself up from this nightmare by pinching or slapping himself. But of course, that worked to no avail and only made it clear to him that this was all real and he had truly been betrayed by his friend. 

Speaking of this so-called friend, Nolan’s attention was once again caught by Arthur as the former jock watched the nerd lift up his new muscular arm and shove his angular nose deep into his ripe and sweaty armpit. “Fuck, you smell good,” he purred, allowing one hand to reach down and fondle the massive bulge that was now straining against the pair of athletic shorts Nolan had been wearing. “Well, I guess I should say I smell good now…”

Although watching such an obscene display was quite horrific to witness given the body swap element, Arthur’s behavior finally caused Nolan to break out of his stupor and demand answers. “What the fuck did you do to me dude,” he angrily asked, picking up but not acknowledging the higher-pitched and whiny tone he now spoke with. 

In response, Arthur allowed an oddly fitting dopey chuckle to escape from his lips as he turned his palm outwards and revealed a small little device that resembled one of those prank shock rings wrapped around his middle finger. “What do you think I did, dumbass? I stole that precious little body of yours and now there’s nothing you can do about it!” 

Immediately, the threat of forever being stuck in this body caused Nolan to jump into action as he reached out with haste to touch the device and cause the duo to swap back to their normal bodies. But unfortunately, the jock inherited the nerd’s poor hand-eye coordination and thus missed his foe’s hand entirely as he attempted to swipe it. 

“Damn, you suck ass now dude! I doubt you could even throw a football at this point with those twigs for arms,” Arthur cackled, smirking as he pulled the device off of his finger and held it up in the air. Before Nolan could attempt a second swipe at the device, the new nerd’s eyes widened as he watched the device get tossed down to the ground and a loud crack echo through the room. Just to rub in his defeat though, the new jock smirked before lifting up a foot and bringing it down hard on the device to shatter it into a million pieces. “Looks like those wrestling days of yours are far behind you now, huh?” 

Realizing that his chance of swapping back was now utterly destroyed, the former jock found himself suddenly breaking down in tears and falling to the ground as the gravity of the situation hit him. Rather than being a muscular jock who had the world at the palm of his hands and squandered it, now he’ll just be this average and meek nerd that has no friends and spends all of his free time studying textbooks! 

“Why?!” he blubbered in between intense sobs, “What have I ever done to you? I thought I was your friend!” 

In response, Arthur led out a loud guffaw as he leaned down to stare directly into Nolan’s eyes. Upon narrowing his eyes and finding himself staring intensely at his old body, a cheerful tone emerged in the new jock’s voice. “All of you muscular buffoons are all the same. Even if you didn’t fuck me like your teammates, you still refused to stand up to them! I’ve spent my entire life being ridiculed and tormented by asshole jocks and I finally had enough. I got one of my friends in the engineering department to help me build that prototype for me and now that it worked, I never have to worry about feeling worthless again!” 

Furious about how he had been grouped up with people he could agree were total assholes, Nolan immediately began to lash out in hopes of making sure that even if he was outpowered, he wasn’t outspoken. “You motherfucker,” he screamed, adopting the most aggressive tone he could manifest while rushing towards his friend-turned-enemy. “I’ll tell everyone what the fuck you did to me. You won’t get away with this, Arthur! Maybe you deserved to get your ass beat by those jocks all the time!” 

In response, the transformed nerd instantly reached out and grabbed the weakened jock by the throat. Hearing the man’s last sentence caused Arthur to snap as he instantly changed his plans about handling the body-swapped man. “You know that’s not my name anymore, Arthur… I was going to just let you go on and live your life without any interference, but fuck that. You’ve fucked with the right one nerd, and now you’ll be lucky if you don’t spend the next two years of your life getting tormented in the worst ways imaginable.” 

After holding onto the nerd and watching as his eyes began to bulge out, the new jock finally let go and pushed the man back until his light weight caused him to fly several feet before stumbling back even further until he slammed against the front door. “Now get the fuck out of my apartment before I beat your pathetic ass,” he warned, watching as the still-sobbing nerd instantly obeyed his order and fled as fast as his weak and frail body would allow.

“Fuck, that felt good,” the new Nolan moaned as he reached down and began to fondle his crotch once more. Although he knew getting revenge would be quite hot, he never realized just how hot it would be to humiliate and torment people in ways similar to what he experienced! Looking down and watching as a pre-cum stain began to emerge in the front of his shorts, the new jock smirked before turning and making his way towards his bathroom. Although he was eager to get started repeating the cycle of torment that he had endured, Nolan was more desperate to get acquainted with every part of his new and bigger body…

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[ruhitsblog]

Malicious swap

The body swapping program was designed to help students better understand their peers. It was an opportunity for students of different backgrounds, interests, and personalities to experience life in someone else’s shoes, even if only for a day.

It was the brainchild of the school’s new principal, who had been a psychology major in college. The idea was that by understanding one another better, students would get along more harmoniously.

So the students were divided into pairs, each pair consisting of one student who had been nominated as being particularly popular, and another student who had been nominated as being particularly unpopular.

The first pair chosen were Jace, the star football quarterback, and Mike, the class nerd. It wasn’t an arbitrary choice; Jace and Mike had a history of animosity between them. Jace had often picked on Mike, calling him names, tripping him in the hallway, and even stealing his homework from time to time. The hope was that by switching bodies, Jace would understand what it was like to be Mike, and would stop his cruel behavior.

Jace didn’t seem too excited about the idea, but he went along with it anyway. After all, he wanted to be more  popular after all this event, and the principal said this would make him so.

The day of the switch arrived. Jace and Mike sat down in front of the strange machine the principal had built. It was shaped like two chairs, facing each other, and there were wires connecting them. A light flickered on top of each chair. The principal sat down at a small desk next to the machine. He looked up at the clock on the wall.

But before the swap I want to set up some rules, he said. Each of you will be in the other’s body for  4 days , unless the person whose body you are inhabiting decides to switch back early. If you do something harmful or cruel to your partner while you’re in their body, they can decide not to switch back, as punishment. But if you don’t harm your partner, they are required to switch back at the end of the 4 fays period. Are you both ready?

Jace and Mike both nodded.

Jace climbed into one chair, and Mike climbed into the other. They held hands with their partners, and closed their eyes. The principal turned a switch on the machine. The lights on top of the machine began to blink faster and faster.

The principal counted down from ten. When he got to zero, the lights flashed brightly, and the boys’ eyes shot open.

They both gasped in shock. Jace looked down at his body and saw that it had changed into a chubby body. His skin was now pasty white, and his hair was long and unkempt. His clothes were a baggy shirt and loose jeans.

Mike looked down at his new body and saw that it was muscular and strong. His hair was short and stylish, and his clothes were a tight t-shirt and skinny jeans.

Jace stood up out of the chair, and stumbled slightly. He looked at Mike, who was still sitting down.

“Dude, how do you walk around in this body? It’s so heavy!”

Mike smiled. “It’s not that bad once you get used to it.”

Jace stumbled over to Mike and patted his new back. “You’ve got some junk in the trunk, eh?”

Mike blushed, and looked down at the ground. “Well, yeah, I guess so.”

Jace laughed, a cruel laugh. “Well, you know what they say; the bigger the belly, the smaller the dick!”

Mike’s face turned bright red with embarrassment. He looked up at Jace, tears in his eyes. “I hate you!”

Jace laughed again. “Oh, shut up, fatty! Don’t be so sensitive!”

The principal, who had been watching the exchange, spoke up. “Jace, you’re not allowed to make fun of your partner. That’s against the rules!”

Jace glared at him. “Oh, come on, dude. I was just joking around!”

The principal shook his head. “Jace, you know how Mike feels about his weight. You should be more sensitive to his feelings.”

Jace crossed his arms, scowling. “I’m just joking around! I’m not hurting anyone’s feelings!”

The principal sighed. “Jace, you need to apologize to your partner.”

Jace glared at Mike. “Sorry,” he muttered.

Mike looked up at Jace, tears still streaming down his face. “It’s okay,” he said softly.

The principal nodded. “That’s better. Now, let’s get you two to class.”

Jace and Mike walked down the hallway, Jace stumbling slightly as he tried to get used to his new body. Mike walked beside him, feeling strange in his new body as well.

When they got to class, the other students all stared at them in shock. Some of the girls started giggling, and some of the guys snickered.

Mike sat down at his desk, trying to ignore them. But it was hard. Everyone kept staring at him, and he could tell they were smiling at him.

At lunchtime, Jace went to sit with his friends on the football team. But when he tried to join them, they all looked at him and asked "hey Mike why are youcoming near us" jace was angry and that's when Mike also came the football team welcome him as jase as he was now in his body . He act cockily like the real Jace would do and start enjoying his lunch . The real Jace was so sad seeing them like this.

Jace was getting ready to go home in his Farari when he realised the keys was with Mike  in his body , Jace went to look for Mike but he saw Jace driving his Farari car with ease and heading my house or should I say his former body's house I went dejected to the hostel where Mike was living for 3 years and saw how average the facilities were. I couldn't even sleep on the bed cause it was too small for me. I got to know that Jace never tried to understand what he did with me and I felt sorry for him cause he was so ignorant.

The next day Jace woke up  and was surprised to find himself naked. He still remembers he went asleep fully dressed so that means i now can undress myself naked while sleeping unconsciously He quickly got dressed and went to meet Mike.

“You look like shit, fatty. Did you stay up all night jerking off?” Mike mocked form my own athletic body.

Jace looked at  Mike , a mixture of sadness and anger on his face. “I didn’t jerk off, you asshole. I stayed up all night thinking about how to end this shot project quickly so I can get my body back”

Mike laughed. “Oh, poor baby. Can’t take a little bit of humiliation?”

Jace glared at Mike. “Shut up, nerd! You don’t know anything!”

Mike smirked. “Oh, really? Well, if you want to get your project marks you’d better start treating me nicely.”

Jace’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

Mike smiled. “I mean that you have to treat me with respect, and not call me names. Or I might switch back early .”

Jace’s face fell. He knew he was in trouble.

The next two  days went just barely survivable with so much bullying and now I also start to get hard seeing handsome young man in locker room because this was a gay nerd body .

Meanwhile,

Mike was masturbating on his new big royal bed shooting his cum all over his chest and face . He can't believe how much cum can this body shoot and how good he feels now . He is now enjoying the body of Jace and now he has made some new friends , even girls who liked Jace are now interested in him . He started to feel that he doesn't want to switch back cause his life is so much better in this body. He was starting to forget how much pain Jace caused him before. And Jace was just a shadow of his former self, always bullied and humiliated in his new body. And Mike was enjoying it more than he should. And that was his downfall.

On the last day of the swap, Mike woke up in Jace’s bed. He looked in the mirror and saw Jace’s handsome face staring back at him. He smiled at his got an idea how to make the swap permanent.

Mike went to his old hostel and silently put aphrodisiacs in Jace food . He kept an eye from a hole in his old rooms window made of wood , till he saw Jace eating it clean getting ready for school . He knew his old body was gay. So......

Jace went to laundry room for picking up Mike's or rather his washed clothes  his eyes fell on several shirtless young men caming from the gym his penis got super hard and start leaking precum forming a wer spot . The young gym players got an evil idea they went to Jace and asked him to accompany them to bathroom, he nervously went with them . They closed it and starts striping him naked and let him suck their covks and swallowing their cum they even spiit in Jace mouth saying to pl ase them whenever he sees them .

All of this was being recorded by me with a drone showing how Jace fucked up his former life  , Mike sent this to the school higher ups demanding explain tion  from Jace why he did such horrible things . Jace was in tears telling everything . That he was forced to do it , they showed the video in school and everyone knew he was a gay and he had no choice but to suck dick . The school administration asked Jace to beg Mike to switch back the bodies but Jace was crying that Mike don't wanna switch back cause he  doesn't want to get a fucked up life  .

The school principal said that now Jace has to live as Mike because of his crime and now Mike will be the new 'Jace ' the famous rich football quarterback living his luxurious life  . And so he did . Jace was now forced to live as Mike . He was forced to wear the nerdy clothes, and to eat the nerdy food, and to live in the nerdy hostel. And he was forced to do nerdy things, like studying hard, and playing chess. And he was forced to do nerdy jobs, like tutoring, and mowing lawns.

One day Jace heard noice from the store room so he decided to look what was there but got shocked at what he saw . He saw his former self or rather Mike  fucking three cheerleaders at once , Mike was sucking one girl's breast while putting his hard penis in the second girls vagina and pushing his fingers in the third girls butt . They were all screaming in pleasure as they all were in an orgasm. Jace couldn't take it and he left the store room in tears and ran to his nerdy hostel . Mike was now living his former life and he was enjoying it a lot. And Jace was now a nerd, a gay nerd. He was crying every night, missing his Farari, and his hot girls. And he was missing his former life, the life of a famous quarterback. He was now a nobody. And he was forced to live like this forever. This is his punishment. And he learned his lesson. He learned to be more nice to nerds. Cause now he is a nerd, a gay nerd.

And Mike was living happily ever after, in Jace’s body, with all the riches, and girls, and friends. He learned that sometimes, life isn’t so bad. Sometimes, life is good. And he was happy to be alive, in Jace’s body. And he was happy to be a quarterback, and to be popular. And he was happy to live like this forever. And he learned his lesson. He learned to never bully nerds again. Cause now he knows how it feels. And he knows that sometimes, nerds can be the best. .

[tfboyzblog]

Mikey couldn’t believe it was working. That old spell book in his grandfather’s chest was for real. Holding Saul’s hand, he could feel a strange energy fill his body. 

“Holy shit lil’ dude” the older boy exclaimed. “Look at you!”  

Mike glanced to the side where he had his mirror and look at his reflection in shock. He was rapidly growing, almost reaching Saul’s height as a senior. His shirt felt increasingly constrictive as his arms bulged, chest muscles began to push the fabric, back widened. Take off the glasses and ditch the button-up and he could pass as part of the swimming team, or maybe the soccer team... 

“Wow...” was all he could muster in his new, slightly huskier voice. 

“Bro...” Saul nudged him, but the boy was too enraptured in his marvelous growth to notice the older boy begin to dwindle in height and lose much of his size. 

“Bro! I think you’re good for now! Let go!” Saul called louder this time, using his free arm to pull off Mikey’s hand from his own. 

“Oh!” Mikey exclaimed as he came to himself. “I’m sorry! I was so...” he began to mutter as his eyes went back to the mirror and his improved form “-amazed...” he concluded as he tried to move around in his too-small clothes. 

“Yeah... I noticed...” Saul commented in an annoyed tone as he lifted his arms to see how baggy his shirt was now. He silently appreciated the belt holding up his shorts. “Anymore and I’d come out of this looking like a middle schooler... “ 

Mikey looked at his friend, noticing how they practically saw eye to eye now, but the bulk and size the eighteen-year-old had before were gone. He’d still pass for a senior, maybe a junior, but a more average looking one now.  

He smirked. “Nah! You’re still a big boy.” He playfully patted him on the shoulder. “Besides, you’d probably be a cute middle schooler anyway.” He commented. 

“Don’t get any ideas, Mikey!” He pointed at Mike. “Don’t make me regret this!” 

Mikey nodded. “Don’t worry! I promise I won’t.” He hugged his friend, feeling the new power in his arms. If he wanted, he thought, he could hold Saul like that with minimal effort. It felt good. During his strong hug he could swear he felt a poke against his leg, but as he let go, he could see nothing out of the ordinary, aside from what could be a slight blush on Saul’s heavy tanned skin. 

“Thank you! I mean it!” Mikey said. “I just need to stop being kicked around by Hank and his imbecile posse. And now,” he attempted to flex a bicep, but stopping as soon as he started hearing a tear in the fabric “I can! And all thanks to you.” 

“Yeah yeah! I know I’m awesome!” Saul waved. “Just give me back my...” he looked up and down to the burgeoning athlete in dork clothes “you know, everything, next week. That should be enough...”  

“Don’t worry.” Mike said with a wink. “I’ll put your... everything to good use!” 

-- 

Saul left soon after and Mikey thanked the heavens. He couldn’t stand in these terribly tight clothes anymore! His shirt, his socks, but more urgent yet, his underwear. 

Taking off his button shirt with effort, Mikey was in awe of his new sculpted pecs protruding from his chest, he caressed them and followed down to an immaculate row of abs connecting to his waist. He pulled off the trousers, that now looked like they were close to tearing at the seams. His legs were wide and powerful. His feet looked bigger, even. And gazing up he stopped at his poor white briefs, pushing and compressing an impressive bulge. 

“Wow...” He moaned. “I guess I got some of Saul’s ‘other’ size too...” He thought as he pulled down the last piece of constrictive clothes. A long, girthy semi erect dick whipped out of the small nerdy briefs. “I must be, like... 7 inches now!” Mikey said, grabbing his newly improved fuckstick. It felt heavy in his hand, being accustomed to his 4 incher. “Poor Saul.” He thought, making a note to return him his size as soon as he could. 

“But for now...” He smirked and flexed his huge biceps. His dick twitched at the sight. “I want to enjoy the ride.” 

-- 

Saul was getting restless. The week was almost over and not a word for his neighbor. Mikey was always a good kid, and he was tired of hearing how he was constantly getting bullied by some idiot jocks... 

He looked at his mirror. He missed his muscles and the size he used to carry, but he couldn’t help thinking how he kinda looked cuter with a bit less meat in his bones, more of an average but still charming high school boy. He felt a tingle in his lower area, making him rethink all of that. If he knew Mikey’s weird spell would also drain away his size down there, he’d probably reconsider being a donor. Even in his boxers, there was hardly any bump in the front. His healthy looking 6 incher, now closer to 4, at most... 

Suddenly there was a strong knock at the door. 

Mikey! It had to be him! 

Saul flew down the stairs, only in a baggy t-shirt and boxers. He wasn’t prepared for who was waiting on the other side of the door. 

A hulking muscular beast walked in. “Hey there little dude.” He said in a deep voice as he looked down at Saul. “Did you get smaller since I last see you?” 

“Mikey?” Saul asked incredulous. This muscle god was at least 7 feet tall by now, his massive chest barely covered by a tank top, strong thick arms stretched behind his head exposing a pair of sweaty and moderately hairy pits. The monster smirked at Saul, and it was clear it was his friend’s face. More masculine, more defined, perfect skin instead of the normal zits, a killer smile... 

“I go by Mike now. Mikey was giving people the impression I was some tiny nerd or something.” He brings one of his arms down and casually adjusts his crotch. “And there’s nothing tiny here, right?” He laughs.  

Saul could see the outline of the massive snake in his underwear, easily spotted in all its thick glory even through the sweatpants Mike was wearing. 

“What...what happened? You were like...not half as big last week.” Saul asked the giant teen boy. 

“Well, it was all thanks to you, buddy!” He said as he walked towards Saul and grabbed him in a strong hug. Saul’s head resting against the boy’s giant pec. He suddenly felt inundated by the smell coming from his arms. Saul’s head started swimming and a tingle made his dick twitch. 

“You should’ve seen Hank’s face!” Mike laughed and let go of Saul, walking towards the living room and sitting in the sofa, legs wide apart. “When he saw I was as tall as him and was like, as jacked as him, I think he shat his pants. For the first day in my high school life, they left me alone. I couldn’t believe it was that easy!” 

“That’s great! But then-” Saul tried to speak. 

“I wasn’t done speaking, bro.” Mike interrupted, in a calm, but authoritative way. His voice caused a tingle to spread down Saul’s spine and into his lower area. 

“Well, you won’t believe what those pussies tried next!” He continued, now in a friendlier tone. Saul, however, couldn’t shake off the force the boy exuded and the respect he commanded with a simple sentence. He stood in front of the huge teen as he stretched on the couch.  

“They waited for me outside the school the next day. Waited for me to be alone and then Hank grabbed me and dragged me to old warehouse. I guess he thought he couldn’t put me in my place alone now, so he wanted to gang up on me where no one could see. Can you imagine though? How could those losers ever think my place was beneath them?” He laughed at the notion. 

“And wasn’t he surprised when he noticed my shoulders were too wide for him to grab me like that. And weren’t his friends shocked when he let go of me and was just a skinny brat. You should’ve seen his face. Wait. You can actually see it. I took pictures.” Mike said, picking his phone from his pocket. Turning the screen to Saul, the awe-struck boy could see a kid looking no older than 12, swimming in his oversized clothes, looking up in shock. 

“Glad I remembered grandad’s spell, eh?” He winked at Saul, who nodded, not wanting to interrupt his friend again. 

“Well, after the brat was taken care of, his friends were easy pickings, to be honest. With every bit of muscle I took, I took ability, masculinity, everything that made them jocks. They had nowhere to run, and I took it all.” He laughed. 

“So, what do you think lil’ bro?” Mike smirked at Saul as he flexed his gigantic biceps. 

Saul dry swallowed. What did he think. Right in front of him was the biggest 15-year-old in the world, most likely. He exuded power and masculinity. He fumbled for words. He felt butterflies in his stomach and the tingling in his dick was stronger than ever. Not just his dick, either. He felt a yearning, inside... 

“Mike-” he almost used his old nickname. “That’s insane. You’re like, bodybuilder huge!”  

“I know, right? Pretty sick!” He guffawed. “Didn’t feel the need to drain them as much as Hanky boy, but they’re pretty much nobodies now. Horny submissive nobodies, actually.” Saul was shook. “They can’t seem to quit my dick, now.” 

“But then again.” Mike grabbed a handful of cock “I got about four jocks worth of testosterone and musk so...” He looked suggestively at Saul “who would be able to...” 

Saul tried to repress the growing feeling inside him. “But your folks? I live right next door and saw nothing different. No one was surprised about this much growth?” He tried to change the subject. 

“Oh that!” Mike waved. “Another one of grandad’s spells. Basically, it normalized things. If you’re outside the spell, that’s how things always were. Kids at school all think that this is how I always looked. Well except for Hanky boy and the bottom bunch. Even if they wanted to tell someone what happened no one would believe them. I think they like knowing their muscles made me this huge, and if they don’t, they should. But yeah, since you were outside that spell it probably, sorta normalized things for you too...”   

Saul just nodded. It made sense. Even though his head was spinning from all this information and the increasing muskiness in the room. 

“So yeah. It’s all thanks to you, lil’ buddy!” Mike reached in front and grabbed Saul until the smaller 18-year-old was straddling his huge quad. Mike’s strong arms surrounded the boy and hugged him tightly. Saul couldn’t help himself but sitting on his friend's leg and putting his hands on his muscular body. 

“I came over to honor my end of the deal. Give you back your muscle. Your height. A few inches down there...” he chuckled. “Unless you don’t want me to.” 

Saul looked shockingly into his friend’s eyes, still holding to his pecs and shoulders. How could he think that was the case. For an entire week he’s been forced to live without his hard-earned physique. It’s not like it’s that bad, and he had to admit he fit real comfortably on Mike’s lap like that, but still... 

“Unless you want me to keep them. Keep looking like this.” He spoke softly, in a voice that twisted his thoughts. 

 “I think that’s what you want.” He chuckled softly; poking Saul’s modest but raging boner. A large wet spot already had formed on the front of his boxers. “And if that’s the case, I’m sure I can pay you back some other way.” Mike’s big meaty hand slid down Saul’s slender back until it found his supple ass. Saul yelped as the hand caressed his backside. “I’ll make sure to give it all to you. Again, and again...” He whispered at his ear. 

“But you have to be the one to say so.” He continued. “So, what will it be?”  

Saul still looked at his friend’s eyes, his hands wandered freely on Mike’s massive chest. He couldn’t think straight, and the yearning inside grew and grew until he finally admitted to himself what it really was.  

He wanted this muscle god inside him. He knew he’d gladly give all his muscle, all his masculinity, just to be owned by this perfect specimen. No matter how many others there were; to know he was Mike’s. To be used as he saw fit. Saul could only hope he was able to give more to this example of athletic perfection. More of his height, so he’d be smaller, and Mike could manhandle him with even more ease, more of his dick and balls, now useless for Mike’s intended purpose, so he could add more to the python and orange sized balls his former nerd friend now had. 

And as he imagined that and he became even more hungry for cock, Saul felt himself sink deeper, fit even more snugly in Mike’s embrace. He could feel the teenage titan stretch a bit more; his spine extend a couple more inches; his frame swell with some more pounds of muscle...  

Saul looked up at Mike and approached his mouth to his, still afraid to make any noise, and meekly nodded. After all, the choice was obvious. 

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Well this has been my first "longer" story and the first experiment in making stories without a picture for inspiration and instead drawing random themes from a choice wheel. This time the themes were Muscle Theft and Corruption ;)

The AI picture is just meant as a placeholder for now, as I haven't found a appropriate picture for it ( and I know you pervs prefer TF stories with pictures). I invite people to submit pictures to accompany this story. And finally, if you have suggestions of other places I could post my longer stories from now on, please let me know!!

[growthhyp]

An accidental muscle theft here, hi 🫣.

Now, im a 50 years old stepdad i wanted to buy a gift for my stepson maybe those black boxers can work.

The Black Boxers

The warm, early autumn sun shone down on the cluttered garage sale, casting a golden glow on the assortment of forgotten treasures and knick-knacks. You, a 50-year-old man with a heart that had learned the meaning of true love and loss, meandered through the labyrinth of tables, each one groaning under the weight of discarded memories. The air was filled with the aroma of dust and the distant chuckles of neighbors swapping stories and bartering deals. The leaves whispered a soft lullaby as they danced in the gentle breeze, a poignant reminder of how life's seasons change.

Growing up, you had been the shy, unassuming boy, the one who often went unnoticed by the fairer sex. Yet, in your 30s, the universe had thrown you a lifeline in the form of the most enchanting woman you had ever laid eyes on—your future wife and Andrew's mother. The moment you saw her, something inside you had ignited. With trembling hands and a racing heart, you had mustered the courage to approach her, and to your astonishment, she had looked at you with kind eyes and a welcoming smile. Her acceptance of your feelings had been like a breath of fresh air, a new beginning you hadn't dared to dream of.

And now, with her gone, Andrew had become the very essence of your existence, the reason you woke up every morning and worked tirelessly at your job as a restaurant server. The bond between the two of you had grown stronger over the years, despite the stark contrast in your physical appearances. You had never been one to boast about your physique, but Andrew—his mother's son—was a towering testament to athleticism, a force to be reckoned with on the football field. He was a young man you were incredibly proud of, even though his interests had taken him on a path far removed from your own.

The muscular frame that Andrew now flaunted was a stark reminder of his biological father, a man you had never met but had heard tales of. His mother had spoken fondly of his athletic prowess, how he could command the attention of any room with his sheer presence. Yet, as you watched Andrew from the sidelines of his games, you felt a strange kinship with the man you had never known. It was as if the genetic legacy of strength and power had skipped a generation, landing squarely in the hands—or rather, the muscular embrace—of your stepson.

You approached the garage sale with a sense of purpose, knowing that Andrew's birthday was fast approaching. Despite the meager wages from your job as a server, you were determined to find something that would bring a smile to his face. You rummaged through piles of t-shirts and shorts, hoping for something that screamed 'football' without being too cliché. And there, amidst the sea of discarded goods, the muscular man emerged, a beacon of hope with his table of sporting goods.

His biceps bulged as he folded a faded jersey, drawing your eyes to his sculpted physique. "What would you like to purchase?" he asked, his voice deep and resonant. You felt a twinge of nostalgia for your youthful aspirations, the days when you had dreamed of muscles like his. "Actually, I'm looking for something for my son," you replied, trying not to betray the hint of longing in your voice. "He's on the college football varsity team, so I'm not sure what to pick."

The muscular man's eyes lit up with understanding, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He reached beneath the table, producing a black boxer with a subtle silver trim. "This," he said, holding it up with a flourish, "is perfect for someone in his position." The fabric looked durable, the kind that could withstand the rigors of athletic activity. "I guarantee he'll love it," he added with a wink. You nodded, hopeful that this simple piece of clothing could somehow bridge the gap between you and Andrew, remind him that you knew what it was like to be a man, to strive for something greater.

With the exchange of a few crumpled bills, the black boxer became yours to give. You tucked it away safely in your bag, feeling a sense of triumph. It wasn't just any old gift; it was something that screamed 'I support you' in a way that only a fellow sports enthusiast could understand. As you walked away from the table, you couldn't help but feel a pang of envy for the life this stranger led—his body a canvas for power and dominance. But you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the excitement of giving Andrew something that might just make his day.

The sun had set by the time you got home, your mind buzzing with anticipation for tomorrow. You wrapped the black boxer in simple, yet elegant, paper, careful not to crease or damage the fabric that now held such promise. You placed it on Andrew's bed, a silent sentinel of the transformation that awaited him. When the morning light streamed through the blinds, he found it, his eyes lighting up like a child's on Christmas day. "Thanks, Dad," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth. You felt a swell of pride, knowing that despite the challenges of your past, you had managed to make a real connection with the young man you had vowed to raise as your own.

That night, the garage sale's mysterious magic began to unfold. As Andrew donned the black boxers, a strange sensation washed over him. His muscles, already formidable, began to swell and pulse with newfound power. He felt a surge of strength and vitality that seemed to emanate from the very fabric that clung to his growing physique. He flexed his biceps in amazement, watching them balloon before his very eyes. His chest broadened, the crevice of his six-pack deepening with each grunt of exertion. His legs thickened, the veins becoming more pronounced as if they were trying to escape the confines of his skin. His cock grew too, standing tall and proud, demanding his attention.

Andrew couldn't believe the transformation. He had always been athletic, but this was something else entirely. The black boxers had unlocked a potential within him that was both thrilling and slightly disconcerting. He tried to contain his excitement, not wanting to alert you to the sudden changes. But as he jerked off, his mind racing with thoughts of unbridled power and virility, he couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria. His moans and grunts of pleasure filled the quiet house, echoing down the hall to your own room, though you remained oblivious to the cause, attributing the sounds to his natural development.

As the weeks passed, Andrew's football performance soared to new heights. Coaches and teammates alike took notice of the burgeoning beast on the field, his aggression and dominance becoming the talk of the town. Yet, off the field, his personality had begun to shift, mirroring the changes in his physique. The once shy and gentle giant was now a cocky, arrogant presence that seemed to command attention wherever he went. You couldn't help but worry, though you brushed it off, chalking it up to the pressures of college life and the natural progression of a young man's hormones.

One fateful day, while doing his laundry, you stumbled upon the torn black boxer in the trash. The fabric looked as if it had been stretched to its limits, the seams strained by the sheer power of the muscles beneath. You picked it up, examining the damage with a furrowed brow. "I don't need it anymore," Andrew had casually said when you asked him about it. "It doesn't fit anymore because of my muscles." You nodded, understanding his need for new clothes but feeling a twinge of disappointment that your thoughtful gift had been discarded so quickly.

But your thrifty nature wouldn't let you throw away something that could still be used. You took the boxer in your hands, turning it over to assess the damage. The tear was small, but it had clearly been under immense pressure. You decided to fix it, pulling out your sewing kit from the drawer and carefully threading the needle. With meticulous precision, you stitched the fabric back together, making sure that it would hold against the relentless growth of Andrew's body. After all, the boxer had cost you a pretty penny, and it was only right that it served its purpose for as long as possible.

The following morning, you stepped out of the shower, feeling the cool tiles against your bare feet. You grabbed the repaired black boxer, noticing how baggy it had become. It was almost comical, but you shrugged it off, sliding it on. You were about to leave for your shift at the restaurant when you felt a strange warmth envelop you, a heat that grew more intense with each passing second. The tremor started in your fingers, a gentle vibration that grew to a quake, rushing through your body. You stumbled backward, the world around you a blur, and fell onto your bed with a thud. Your body convulsed as if you were being electrified, muscles contracting and expanding without your consent.

On the other side of the house, Andrew stirred in his sleep, the tremor jolting him awake. "What the fuck is happening?" he whispered, his voice barely above a croak.

As you lay on the bed, the tremor grew stronger, your muscles stretching and swelling with an intensity that was both painful and exhilarating. You watched in awe as your biceps grew, the two heads bulging outwards to form the peak of power you had always envied in others. The veins on your forearms became more pronounced, the brachioradialis flexing with each involuntary contraction. Your triceps, once hidden beneath layers of flab, began to take shape, forming the horseshoe that signaled true upper body strength.

Your chest expanded, the pectoral muscles pushing against your skin, creating a broad, intimidating silhouette. The growth was not limited to your arms and torso; your back muscles, the lats, began to spread wider, pulling your shoulders back and giving you the illusion of a smaller waist. The deltoids grew round and firm, capping your shoulders and making them seem even broader from the side. Your traps, once unnoticed, started to thicken, lending a sense of power to your neck and upper back that you had never experienced before.

The tremor grew more intense as the muscles in your stomach contracted and expanded, sculpting your abs into a defined six-pack. The lines between each abdominal muscle grew deeper, your stomach becoming flatter, more chiseled. The transformation was not just in your upper body; your legs also began to bulk up. Your quads stretched the fabric of the black boxers, the muscles becoming more pronounced as they grew. The hamstrings on the back of your thighs started to take shape, balancing the powerful look of your legs and contributing to your newfound athletic appeal.

In stark contrast, Andrew's body began to experience the opposite transformation. As the night wore on, his muscles deflated, the power and definition that had once made him the envy of his peers slowly dissipating. His arms, once bulging with the promise of victory, grew leaner, the veins retreating beneath his skin. His chest, once a bastion of strength, flattened, the pectoral muscles shrinking back into obscurity. His back, which had once boasted an impressive 'wingspan', now appeared narrow, the lats retreating to leave a less defined silhouette. The cockiness in his stride was replaced with a tentative gait as the very essence of his athletic identity was siphoned away.

You watched the mirror, your newfound confidence surging through your veins like a potent drug. Each flex of your newly-honed biceps sent waves of pleasure through your body, a testament to your newfound power. The tremor had subsided, leaving you in the aftermath of your transformation. You felt alive in a way you hadn't since your youth, a fiery determination burning in your eyes as you surveyed the landscape of your new physique. Your mind raced with thoughts of dominance and conquest, a stark departure from the timidity that had once been your hallmark.

Andrew's transformation, however, was a mirror image of your own. The once towering pillar of strength was now a shell of his former self, his muscles retreating to reveal the soft, submissive boy you had met all those years ago. His shoulders slumped, his chest deflated, and his eyes held a quiet desperation that tugged at your heartstrings. The arrogance that had so recently consumed him was gone, replaced with a shyness that seemed to shrink him before your very eyes.

You felt the urge to reach out, to comfort him, but something held you back—something primal and unyielding. Your hand found its way to the bulge in your own black boxers, and you began to stroke yourself, the fabric now taut against your newfound size. It was as if the very essence of Andrew's vitality was being transferred to you, filling you with a power that was both intoxicating and slightly terrifying. Your cock grew harder, longer, and you couldn't resist the urge to take it in hand, to revel in the sensation of your newfound virility.

Hour after hour passed, your strokes becoming more vigorous as the transformation neared its peak. Sweat beaded on your forehead, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you edged closer to climax. The room grew thick with the scent of musk and male power, a scent that seemed to fuel your desire. Your eyes remained locked on the mirror, watching as the last vestiges of your old self slipped away, replaced by the sculpted physique of a man in his prime. The tremors grew less frequent, your body now a finely-tuned instrument of power.

As you reached the precipice, you felt your cock pulse in your hand, swollen and heavy. With one final, desperate pull, you erupted, your cum shooting through the air in ropes of white-hot pleasure. The release was more intense than any you had experienced in your life, a testament to the changes the black boxers had wrought.

In the quiet that followed, the only sound was the slowing of your breath and the steady drip of cum onto the floor. Your body felt alive, charged with an energy that seemed to resonate through every fiber of your being. The tremors had ceased, and your transformation was complete. You looked down to see the once-baggy black boxers now stretched tightly over your massive thighs, the fabric clinging to your bulging muscles like a second skin.

Andrew's transformation had been swift and dramatic. His cock, once a symbol of his newfound virility, had shrunken back to a more modest size. The deflation was as sudden as the inflation had been, leaving him looking slightly lost amidst the sheets. His breath grew shallow and his eyes closed once more, his body succumbing to exhaustion from the ordeal. His sleep was deep, a stark contrast to the restlessness that had plagued him since the onset of his own transformation.

You, on the other hand, felt more alive than ever before. The tremors had subsided, leaving you with a body that was the embodiment of masculine power. You pushed yourself up from the bed, the mattress groaning under the weight of your newfound muscular frame. The black boxers that had once been baggy on you now clung to your body like a second skin, highlighting every bulging contour. You took a deep breath, feeling your newfound chest muscles expand, filling your lungs with confidence.

Walking over to the mirror, you couldn't help but admire the reflection staring back at you. The softness of your former body had been replaced with a sculpted physique that would make any bodybuilder proud. Each flex of your bicep sent a shiver of excitement down your spine, the peak of the muscle threatening to rip through the fabric. You turned to the side, admiring the 'V-taper' of your back, the lats spreading like wings that had been unfurled for the first time. Your shoulders looked broader, more defined, and your waist, once thick with age, had cinched in, giving you the appearance of a chiseled statue.

As you continued to flex, the reality of your new life as a professional bodybuilder sank in. The countless hours of training, the strict diet regimen, and the dedication to sculpting your body had paid off. You had always been proud of Andrew's academic achievements, his intelligence a stark contrast to your own physical prowess. The scholarship he had earned was a testament to his hard work and a relief to your wallet. Now, as you stood before the mirror, you felt a sense of pride in your own right, a pride that had been missing since you had last felt truly strong.

[tf-servant2]

The Slow, Inescapable Nerdification of Jake Thompson

Jake didn’t notice the first change.

Monday

It started with his socks.

He was running late, barely awake as he yanked on a pair and shoved his feet into his sneakers. He didn’t think twice about it—why would he?

But by third period, something felt off.

His socks were too high.

At first, he thought maybe they had just bunched up weirdly, but when he sat down in math class, he noticed the tops peeking out above his sneakers. His white socks, which should have been ankle-length, had somehow stretched halfway up his calves.

A small frown tugged at his lips. He didn’t own socks like this… did he?

“Yo, Thompson,” Connor snickered from the next desk over. “Going for the grandpa look?”

Jake rolled his eyes, shoving the socks back down under his jeans. Whatever. Must’ve grabbed the wrong pair.

He ignored it.

Tuesday

His jeans were wrong.

When he pulled them on that morning, they felt tighter than usual, especially around the waist. He tugged at the waistband, frowning as he tried to adjust them, but they refused to sit at his hips where they belonged.

Instead, they rode high. Too high.

He scowled, yanking at them, trying to get them back to normal, but it was no use. No matter what he did, they stayed hitched up, awkwardly cinched around his waist.

And worse? His cuffs didn’t quite reach his ankles anymore. His stupidly high socks were peeking out again.

At lunch, Connor pointed at him and laughed. “Dude, what is going on with your pants?”

Jake clenched his jaw. “Shut up, man.”

But deep inside, unease started creeping in.

Wednesday

His shirts were gone.

Every T-shirt. Every tank top. Every hoodie.

Vanished.

In their place?

Rows and rows of short-sleeved button-down shirts.

Crisp, stiff, neatly folded, and completely uncool.

His hands trembled as he rummaged through his drawers, yanking out one nerdy shirt after another—plain white, plaid, light blue—all of them looking like they belonged on some dork from a math club.

His stomach twisted.

No.

No way.

He grabbed the plainest one he could find, hoping no one would notice. He threw it on, rolling the sleeves up to make it look less lame, but the second he tucked it into his too-high jeans, he realized—

When did I tuck it in?

His fingers fumbled, quickly pulling it loose, but by third period, he glanced down—

It had retucked itself.

Thursday

His underwear had changed.

Jake barely noticed at first. He yanked on a fresh pair from his drawer, only to freeze. The fabric was… wrong. Too stiff. Too tight.

His breath caught in his throat.

Instead of his usual boxer briefs—

He was wearing tighty-whities.

Thick. Dorky. Unforgiving.

He ripped them off, grabbed another pair—same thing.

All of them had transformed.

His stomach churned.

At school, he felt exposed. The waistband of his too-high pants rubbed uncomfortably against the elastic. Every time he moved, the briefs clung to him in a way that made him cringe.

And then came the wedgie.

Jake barely made it to his locker before someone yanked his waistband up hard, the fabric digging into him with humiliating precision.

“WEDGIE BOY!” someone jeered.

Jake gasped, his face burning, hands flying to his backside.

But he couldn’t fight back.

His body felt weaker, slumped forward, his reflexes slow. His usual confidence had vanished.

For the first time in his life, he was just… a victim.

Friday

The pocket protector appeared.

Jake didn’t put it there.

It was just there, perfectly tucked into his shirt pocket, pens lined up with military precision.

His breath hitched. He ripped it out and threw it away.

By next period, it had returned.

His sleeves had started to creep up, buttoned tightly at the cuffs. His pants kept riding higher, no matter how much he pulled them down.

He barely made it through the day before another wedgie struck, worse than the last.

The laughter was louder.

His resistance was weaker.

Saturday

The tie came.

Jake woke up, groggy, feeling strange. His clothes from yesterday were still on—he must’ve been too exhausted to change.

But something was off.

His collar felt tight.

His hands flew up, fingers trembling—

A tie.

A stiff, perfectly knotted tie, looped around his neck.

His breath hitched. No. No, no, no.

He yanked at it, trying to loosen it, but it was perfectly tied, snug against his buttoned-up collar.

He ran to the mirror, heart pounding.

His reflection was a stranger.

The tie. The short-sleeved button-up, now plaid. His pants, practically strangling his waist. His pocket protector, firmly in place. His socks, now knee-high.

And then—

His shoes.

They weren’t sneakers anymore.

He lifted his foot in horror.

The fabric had hardened, the rubber soles thickening, the laces vanishing. The color darkened into stiff, polished black leather.

His sneakers had transformed into loafers.

Big. Bulky. Uncool.

His stomach churned.

And then—

A snap.

His pants tightened further, his stomach constricting—

Braces.

Metal, clunky, suddenly affixed to his teeth.

Jake let out a strangled gasp, fingers flying to his mouth. His reflection mimicked him, eyes wide behind—

Wait.

His glasses.

When had those appeared?

Thick. Oversized. Sliding slightly down his nose, forcing him to meekly push them back up.

His hands trembled.

He tried to yank them off—

They reappeared instantly.

His stomach dropped.

A knock sounded at his door.

“Jake, honey, are you ready?”

His mother’s voice.

Ready for what?

Then he remembered.

Monday.

The first day back at school.

The wedgies would be worse.

The bullies would never stop.

And Jake…

Jake was trapped.

[marcusspace]

Brotherly Swap part 2

The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of confusion and excitement for Tim. He took Brad's place at school, basking in the attention and adoration that came with being the star quarterback. He strutted through the halls with Brad's cocky swagger, his newfound muscles and height turning heads and opening doors. But with every step, he felt a pang of guilt, knowing that Brad was stuck in his nerdy body, enduring the torments of high school that Tim had once known all too well.

But every time he looked in the mirror, the guilt receded, replaced by a growing sense of entitlement. This body was his now, and he had every intention of making the most of it. The first order of business was to break up with Brad's girlfriend, Rachel. She had been clinging to him like a barnacle, and Tim knew she was just a status symbol for Brad. So, he called her up, his voice a smooth blend of Brad's charm and Tim's tact, and ended things as gently as he could manage. Rachel was devastated, but Tim felt a strange sense of liberation.

With Rachel out of the picture, Tim threw himself into the jock lifestyle. He started making lewd comments in the locker room, playing it off as brotherly banter. The other guys didn't seem to suspect a thing—they just laughed and slapped him on the back, their eyes lingering on Brad's now-his body in a way that sent shivers down his spine. He liked the way they looked at him, the way they talked to him, the way they touched him. It was intoxicating.

In the showers after practice, Tim would watch the water cascade over his new body, tracing the lines of muscle and power that Brad had never appreciated. He'd catch glances from his teammates, especially from Josh, the tight end with the piercing blue eyes and the body of a Greek god. Josh had always been friendly, but now there was something more, a heat in his gaze that made Tim's heart race.

"Dude, your ass is looking tight today," Tim called out one day, his voice still unfamiliar in Brad's deep timbre. The locker room erupted in laughter and good-natured ribbing, but there was an unmistakable flicker in Josh's eyes that told Tim he had struck a nerve. He turned around, giving a cheeky wink over his shoulder before rinsing off. The tension in the air was thick with unspoken desires.

After the shower, as the guys toweled off and slapped each other's backs, Tim found himself drawn to the tight end's locker. The sight of Josh's water-slicked body was a feast for the eyes, and Tim couldn't resist the urge to let his gaze linger on the bulge between his legs. The glances grew more frequent, the tension palpable, until one day, Tim leaned in close as they both reached for their towels. "You know, I've always wondered," he whispered, "what it would be like to touch someone... like you."

The words hung in the air, the locker room suddenly feeling much quieter than it had moments before. Josh stiffened, his eyes meeting Tim's, now filled with a mix of shock and something else—desire. Tim felt a thrill run through him, the power of his new body coursing through his veins. He had Brad's charm and Brad's body, and he was going to use it.

They agreed to meet at a secluded spot by the football field after school, where they could be alone. Tim, now Brad, felt his heart racing as he approached, his body thrumming with excitement. He had never been with a guy before, but the fantasies had been enough to keep him company through many a lonely night. And now, here was Josh, the object of so many of those fantasies, looking at him with a hungry gaze.

"What's up, Brad?" Josh asked, his voice low and gruff.

Tim, now Brad, smirked, his hand casually resting on the locker. "Just wondering if you're free after practice," he said, his eyes lingering on Josh's bare chest.

Josh's gaze flickered with curiosity. "Yeah, I guess," he said, his voice a low rumble. "What did you have in mind?"

Tim's heart pounded in Brad's chest. This was it—his chance to live out the fantasies he had never dared to speak. "I want to show you something," he said, his voice a seductive drawl that seemed to come so naturally in this body. He led Josh out to the football field, the setting sun casting long shadows across the grass.

They sat down on the bench, the cool metal sending a shiver through Tim's new body. He could feel Brad's nerves, but Tim's mind was racing with excitement. He leaned in close, their legs brushing together, and whispered, "You know how everyone thinks Brad's straight?"

Josh's eyes narrowed, a hint of suspicion creeping into his features. "Yeah," he said, his voice tight. "What about it?"

Tim, now Brad, took a deep breath, his heart hammering against Brad's ribcage. "Well," he began, his voice a low murmur, "What if I told you Brad's not so straight after all?"

Josh's eyes widened, his gaze dropping to Tim's crotch, where Brad's cock was starting to stir. "What are you saying?"

Tim leaned in closer, his hand brushing against Josh's thigh. "I'm saying," he murmured, "that I want to know what it's like to be with you." He watched the other boy's expression shift from shock to something darker, something more primal. "I want to explore... everything."

Josh's eyes searched Brad's face, looking for any sign of a joke or a trick. But Tim's gaze remained steady, filled with a hunger that was undeniably real. "You're fucking with me," Josh said, his voice strained.

Tim, now Brad, shook his head, the smirk never leaving his lips. "Why would I do that?"

Josh's heart thudded in his chest, his eyes searching Tim's—face for any hint of deceit. "You've always talked shit about gay guys," he said, his voice tight with tension. "Why the sudden change?"

Tim, now in Brad's body, leaned back, his smirk never wavering. "Maybe I realized I've been missing out," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the very air around them. "Maybe I've been watching you, and I can't help but want to know what it's like."

Josh's eyes searched Tim's, looking for any hint of a lie. But all he saw was desire, raw and unbridled. He swallowed hard, his own cock straining against his sweatpants. "Why me?" he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tim leaned in even closer, his breath hot against Josh's neck. "Because you're the only one I've ever wanted," he murmured, his hand sliding down his pants. "I've seen the way you look at me—I know you feel it too. Should we take this back to my house?"

In Brad’s room, surrounded by objects from Brad’s life. There sits Josh and Tim. With trembling hands, Tim unzipped Brad's pants, revealing his stepbrother's cock. It was already hard, the tip glistening with precum. Josh stared at it, his own cock throbbing in response. He knew he shouldn't—Brad was his best friend, his teammate—but he couldn't help the need that was building inside him. He reached out, tentatively touching Brad's shaft. Tim's eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure, and he let out a moan in Brad’s booming voice.

Tim's hand guided Josh's, showing him how Brad liked to be touched. The sensation was overwhelming—his own hand on another man's cock, his own body responding with a hunger he had never felt before. They began to kiss, clumsily at first, as Tim tried to navigate the unfamiliar sensations. But soon, they found a rhythm, Brad's tongue dancing with Tim's, his teeth grazing Tim's lower lip.

Josh's hand was rough on Brad's cock, just like Tim had always imagined it would be. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through his body, making him gasp into the kiss. He broke away, panting, and whispered, "Worship me," his voice a plea. "Worship my body."

Without hesitation, Josh leaned down, his mouth closing around Brad's cock. Tim's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the wet heat envelop him, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. He threw his head back, his hips bucking upwards as Brad's name left his lips in a strangled moan. It was all so wrong, but it felt so right.

Josh took Brad's cock in hand, his tongue swirling around the tip, teasing and taunting. Tim's eyes watched in the mirror, his own hand reaching up to cup Brad's hairy armpit. The sensation was indescribable—the roughness of the hair, the smell of sweat and musk, it was intoxicating. He never knew he had such a kink, but now that he had Brad's body, he was discovering new desires he never knew existed.

"Suck me," Tim urged, his voice Brad's but filled with a need that was entirely his own. Josh looked up, his eyes hooded with lust, and took Brad's length into his mouth. Tim felt the wet warmth, the pressure of those perfect lips, and it was all he could do not to come right then and there. He bit back a moan, his eyes sliding shut as Brad's body responded to the sensations.

Josh's hand pumped the base of Brad's cock as he took him deeper, his tongue playing over the sensitive flesh. Tim could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in his belly that was so intense it was almost painful. He reached down to touch himself, his hand finding Brad's balls, rolling them gently. The sensation was exquisite, his body singing with the promise of release.

Tim leaned back, his eyes still locked on the mirror. He watched as Brad's body writhed in pleasure. And then, just as he felt the orgasm cresting, he heard it—Josh's voice, raw and needy, calling out Brad's name. The sound sent Tim over the edge, and he came with a roar, sending ropes of hot cum into the Josh's eager mouth. Brad’s alpha cum. Josh swallowed it all like the needy slut he is, why wouldn’t he want to taste every drop of juice from Brad’s perfect cock.

As the pleasure subsided, Tim's eyes snapped open, his gaze falling to the doorway. There was Brad, his eyes wide with horror, his hand clutching at his own tiny erection as he stared at the scene before him. Tim couldn't help but laugh—the tables had turned, and now it was Brad's turn to watch.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Tim taunted, his voice still deep and filled with Brad's confidence. "I always knew you had a thing for guys."

Brad's eyes, now looking out from Tim's face, were a mix of anger and confusion. "What the fuck did you do to me?" he whispered, his voice high-pitched and unsteady.

Tim, still in Brad's body, just smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh, come on," he said, his voice deep and teasing. "You're telling me you've never thought about it?"

Brad's mind was racing, his body trembling with a mix of anger and arousal that he didn't know how to process. His cheeks red with embarrassment, he began to storm back to Tim’s room in anger.

[thefusioncelestial]

Mix 13: A Geeky Bulk

Anonymous asked:

I am a chubby and hairy American Guy who is a little on the geeky side of life. I love Jamar Pusch's pecs and how he can make them bounce. Could you merge us please?

For the uninitiated, for those going the natural route of being big & cut at the same time comes in two cycles; the bulk and the cut.

The bulk is when the user focuses on gaining mass, and that means an big calorie intake. That means covering that coveted slab of visible muscles; the abs. But while they join the population of bears, the muscles, when paired with exercise, encourages muscle growth with the building blocks just sitting there.

The cut? Think of it as revealing the results. You go in the opposite direction on calorie & fatty intake and bask in the results. Continuous use of this basic method is how the skinny kid becomes the long lost cousin of Captain America.

Here is one dude who does this:

Jamar Pusch.

Worked his butt off to get that look. You would swear that he was sculpted rather than built up.

Unbeknownst to himself, he is the target of that infamous group we call the prowlers. In this case, a father who wants to give was Jamar has to his wimpy son. You would think that with all the money in the world that he could just pay for the best trainers & dieticians, but many wealthy people can be illogical & demanding.

He procured a bottle of red liquid. All he has to do is pour on the target, and have the one who attends to assimilate touch them.

Jamar is finishing a typical photo-shoot, the best result will go on his Instagram, the rest to whoever he dms. The man is looking for love like the rest us.

His shoot has been infiltrated, a couple of payments here & there under the table, and the father and son arrive to the location using the new info. There are other people there admiring the modern day Adonis. The duo poses as fans. The event concludes, and Jamar goes to a trailer he rented for use for a nearby music cultural event, and the duo follows him.

There is a knock on the door. He opens and sees the father & son standing there gleaming. The son has a nervous energy about him, but Jamar pushes this away as a nervous fan. He beckons them into his trailer for a private supervised one on one meet & greet, and they obliged him.

The father was more excited than the son. Maybe the son was just getting introduced to this world to inspire him to workout? How fatherly.

Unknown to all three of them, a third fan was just out of earshot in the area. He saw this as an opportunity, goes to the trailer as well. The door is unlocked. He goes in, but what he sees angers & shocks him.

Jamar sits the pair down and offers them drinks.

They accept.

The father sees this as his chance.

He uncorks the bottle and splashes the contents on Jamar. He turns around to protest, but soon he freezes up like a statue. The only thing he could do is plead & scream in protest.

"I must thank you Mr. Pusch, I appreciate what you are about to do for my son. He is about to go to college, and I find he will have a better time if he can "hang" with the physically gifted type. Tell me, what sports are you into," he asked in a jubilant manner that turned stern.

His son looked nervous. The father glanced over with a frown at his son.

"Hopefully you will give him your confidence too, I tried so hard to instill courage into him, but his mother may have babied him a bit too much. No matter, let's get this over with," he said.

"Charlie, go shake Mr. Pusch's hand," he said.

The young man walked over silently. Jamar tried his best to move but couldn't. He then saw something. Hope.

The silent fan who came over saw all of this in the trailer. His mouth was agape. Was Jamar about to get kidnapped or worse killed? His anger took over. He dropped his phone that he was going to use to get pictures, and ran over to the father.

The shock of an intruder made the father's heart stop and blood freeze. Was he caught by security? The person coming over was a large man after all. By the time he registered to do something else and than wish for laser beam eyes, he was knocked over.

The son too was shocked at this. He moved his hand away from Jamar, and turned to his father.

Truth be told, he didn't want to change like this. He didn't want to steal someone else's body to appease his father or anyone else for that matter. If he was going to change, it was going to be on his terms. What Charlie wanted to do right now was save his father.

He found his courage.

He ran over, and with an adrenaline boost peeled the large man off his father and shoved him away. But he pushed him in the direction of Jamar.

He crashed into Jamar, and it began.

Surprisingly, Jamar didn't fall over or collapse. He just sort of absorbed the impact. For the large fan, it was like jumping into a combination of marshmallow & quicksand. His body sinked further into Jamar until all there was left was just Jamar.

Jamar cocked his head back & began to shift.

Mentally, Jamar was in this fan's head space. He was getting assimilated by him. Jamar & this fan talked it out. Explaining things from their perspective and then uniting under one cause of escaping from these crazy people. Jamar also convinced him to let him drive the wheel. He sensed that whatever was happening was a done deal, and he would be better steered to handle whatever they are about to become. The mind space inverted. They were in Jamar's mind. The fan broke down into confetti and merged into Jamar. It was time to kick some ass.

In flipping the mind merge, Jamar was able to reverse the physical merge process. The fan would upgrade him.

He let out a soft moan. His body began to quiver & shudder.

His skin grew softer as layers of fat grew all over.

"Hmm."

A warmth washed over stomach, each wave an inch of fat covering his abs.

There was rustling in his pants. His rod grew longer and strained against the tight pants. He grunted and then chuckled.

His neck bulged out & his head lengthened.

His facial features shifted, bigger eyes, smaller lips. A slightly more upturned nose. He kept his ears. His hair shortened.

He took on a darker skin tone as well, but soon after hair began to grow throughout his body.

He opened his eyes. The father & son were shocked by what they saw.

The father snapped out and commanded Charlie to touch the fused Jamar, but nothing happened. One pair per dose, and the father used all of it in one go.

He gave the father a beating. He had to change himself and consume someone else because some jack rabbit of a father wanted a shortcut. Security came in after seeing the trailer move a bit, and apprehended the pair.

The father was charged with attempted kidnapping later on.

The son wasn't a total wash and Jamar would mentor the young man.

As for Jamar, his life trajectory changed. The fan that saved him, was a part of him now, imparted some interesting interests. With the connections he built up, Jamar went into acting; doing mo-cap & voice acting for video games, one of which involved a galaxy far far away. He is having a blast too:

In time Jamar would deal with layers on his stomach. He has been here before many times. He just fast tracked a bulk cycle. Time for the cut.

Wait, did that water bottle move by itself?

[westnort-southeast]

Hi guys, I'm E.D. I see that more people are starting to follow me and I like it. I want to try to write some body swapping/male possession stories. so let me know.

whit love E.D.

[yisony07]

The other way

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic.

The sound the clock made with each second it ticked was undermined by the gasps Joshua Aarons generated with each repetition he performed on the hammer strength machine. Each drop of sweat ran gracefully over his lightly tanned skin before falling to the floor or staining his gray tank top. He performed the continuous exercise with a side smile, pretending to ignore the gazes of women and men, although he could not help but curl his lips with a side smile from time to time: being admired for his effort, his hard work and, why deny it, because of his attractive physique and his great body, caused him enormous satisfaction that his muscular body, more honest than his mind, demonstrated in the form of a slight erection that, despite being subtle, gave hints to those who spotted it that whatever was hidden under those two layers of clothing was a huge and powerful tool.

He performed those movements, which demanded more and more of his strength and his stamina —as his rhythmic breathing and the concentration in his clear eyes indicated— with a captivating grace until, after about five or ten minutes, he finished. Joshua cleaned the machine a bit, ran a towel over the exposed areas of his body to dry off the sweat, and, after making sure he had everything in his backpack, headed to the gym door.

On the way, he noticed how a few people stared at him and some even ate him with desire with their gaze, so he flexed his muscles, placing his gaze on his arms to feign the innocent desire to see the results of his training instead of just bragging a little more. He didn't bother going to the public bathroom either; he thought that his scent had a pheromonal, arousing component, and he would not give up the opportunity to impress others with his gifts, especially because of what he was going to do later.

When he left the gym, Joshua walked to the apartment where he lived. The sky showed a gradient from orange to purple as the sun set, the wind blew gently, and there was little noise around. The tranquility that reigned in the streets was very seductive and John was not so eager to return to his house yet. His main destination was a party that one of his friends was going to throw, like they did in the old days when they were in high school, but this wouldn't happen until after nightfall.

What better life (Joshua used to think) than exercising, enjoying sports, being sexy with girls, having wild sex, and partying constantly?

Joshua was almost at his apartment when he received a call. He took out his phone and, seeing who was calling, answered smiling.

“Hey, Johnny, what’s up?” Joshua said cheerfully, continuing his walk.

“Not so well, Josh,” John responded. “My parents arrived earlier than expected and I also have to take my siblings to their childish activities, so the party will be held tomorrow.”

"Tomorrow?" Joshua asked, in a mix of confusion and alarm, “But I have to take a boring college entrance exam?!”

“As if you are going to get through it; among all of us, you’ve got more muscles than brains, so whether you do it or not doesn't matter, don't you think?” John replied with a bit of sarcasm.

“It's to get on the football team, which you know is one of the best in the country, nothing else,” Joshua explained, although more to convince himself than his friend. He had arrived at the building and was taking the elevator alone.

“Come on, come here and we'll share some beers, we'll play Play 5… even if you want, I'll invite Monica and Martha.”

The proposal was very, no, incredibly tempting for the young black-haired man. How would he be able to say no?

And to top it off, Monica and Martha could be there... an act that could end in guaranteed chaos, Joshua thought and, if he was honest, he would hardly be able to pass the admission test, in which they would surely ask him more questions about mathematics and physics than about sports and fitness. “Okay, okay, I'll go.”

“Yes, I knew you wouldn't resist! See you tomorrow,” John said and hung up.

Joshua gave a sigh of defeat accompanied by a slight smile. He had already arrived in front of the door of his apartment, but he found a box on the carpet at the entrance. Extremely confused by the presence of it there, he bent down to take it and checked if it had any note indicating what it was or to whom it was addressed, but he found nothing. Joshua looked around him and, after seeing no one else, entered his apartment with the box.

The place was somewhat disorganized, with the “smell of him” filling the room, with a few sweaty clothes here and there. Joshua picked up and cleaned up a bit, left his backpack on the bed and the box on the desk, undressed, revealing his thick asset, and entered the bathroom. As Joshua let the drops of warm water run down his body, getting rid of the sweat, while scrubbing his skin with soap, he began to think about the party and his studies. If he was completely honest, he didn't have the slightest chance of being accepted into the university; he could perfectly live off his parents' money without bothering to interact with academic and nerdy matters, and he could take a gymnastics course or be a coach and go to work in some gym, like the one he went to almost every day. Furthermore, he had a booklet on his desk with a summary of the topics covered in the admission test and he didn't understand anything at all, so why try?

Joshua came out of the bathroom, dressed in an outfit similar to the one he used to go to the gym and, after going to get a can of soda, he took a look at the pages and flipped through them. Derivatives, integrals, trigonometric functions, electrostatics, Newton's laws, history, the literary eras... boring things that some skinny, weirdo, nerd with no social life would find interesting, because anyway, regarding those topics, he was...

Way too dumb...

Joshua yawned and dropped the leaves, which fell into the crack of the box. He let out a slight grunt and went to open the damn box. He first saw the sheets, which he carelessly removed, and then noticed a strange object wrapped several times in bubble wrap. That detail caught his interest. He finished the soda, put it in a garbage can that was lying around, and removed the wrapper, finding a mask that he did not remember having ever seen in his life: made of unknown wood, painted in different shades of worn dark green, a bar of with four buttons and a circular inscription above said bar and three holes that, due to the effects of pareidolia, looked like a face completely devoid of emotion.

“What the hell?!” Joshua asked out loud, for he was the most peculiar and downright horrible thing. “For a mask, it doesn't even have a way to hold onto the face… so stupid.”

He continued checking it. He stopped to look at the back, the one that would be in contact with his skin if he decided to try it; it was a smoother and softer surface than the outside. Suddenly, a slight reflection of green light crossed the mask, or so he thought he saw. Confused, Joshua looked through the box to see if it contained any notes regarding its origin, but there was nothing but the unwrapped bubble wrap.

Joshua sat on the edge of the bed so that if he lay down, his head would be on the pillow. Thus, he thought, he could check if the light would appear again; however, there was nothing. He shook his head, set the mask down next to him, and got out of bed.

“Why would I be interested in that crap mask?” he thought out loud with a bit of sarcasm.

The night had fallen. Joshua ordered a pizza, which he left half done ("I'll have breakfast with the rest tomorrow," he thought) and sat on his bed to watch a movie and, if possible, fall asleep. He put anyone and, after settling in, he received two notifications on his phone; there were two emails. The first read:

Dear Mr. Aarons, this is a kind reminder of the admission test that will be held on XX day of XX of this year.

A breath of guilt gnawed at Joshua the moment his gaze fell on the review sheets, which were dangling dangerously on the edge of the desk, in danger of falling into the trash can. As soon as Joshua looked away, both the sensation of his tight chest and his labored breathing vanished. Way too dumb, he repeated to himself mentally.

The movie he had put on was not boring at all, but he didn't feel like changing it. His gaze rested once more on the mask, which was smooth side up before checking the second notification.

A giggle (which could easily have been mistaken for a cough) emerged from his mouth at the sight. It was a promotional porn image that showed two girls and two boys involved in the act. He had seen so many of those that Joshua no longer even bothered to remember the names of the actors and actresses because, to his surprise, any professional was enough for him. For a moment, his gaze focused more on the men, one of them with the stereotypical attire of a “daddy” professor and the other, young, with the stereotype of a “virgin and inexperienced young man.”

Suddenly, another green glow. Joshua blinked and took in the mask, which was lying there next to him as if nothing had happened. When he stopped watching it, he realized that his cock was hard and Joshua wasn't the type of man who saw his little friend as needy and ignored it. He turned off the screen, undressed (he always preferred to do it without clothes), and looked for an adult video with one of his hands.

Joshua played the video and ran his other hand over his chest down his six-pack until he reached his semi-hard cock and began to massage it carefully, letting out deep grunts of pleasure, letting his mind get lost in the ecstasy that those words caused him. moving images. However, he realized that his eyes followed the man's movements more than the woman's. That didn't matter much to him, since he had always identified himself as a female-oriented bisexual, but given the context he was in it wasn't very “convenient” to talk about that other part of him. Joshua stopped the video once he was aware of it, his huge hardened cock surrounded by his hand.

Then, there was another greenish flash, but this time the young man was able to see it directly. Glad that he confirmed that he wasn't going crazy, he put the phone aside and took the mask instead, looking at it. Joshua internally debated whether he would like or hate it if someone saw him in those circumstances: naked on the bed, with his cock hard and straight and with an ugly mask that (he had not noticed until that moment) was very close to his face.

Maybe I'll take a photo like that... he thought lightly while, as he settled himself better, his leg brushed the phone screen.

Joshua turned his attention back to the object. What was it that caused it to shine that intense green, even for a few moments? He wondered if it was because of the type of wood or if he had some chemical that gave it that property. If that was the case, Joshua gave up trying to understand it, since he was…

Way too dumb for it.

Suddenly, the mask jumped from his hands and collided with his face, so that Joshua's handsome face was covered with the cold wood, leaving the man in shock.

“What the…?!” Joshua managed to scream, because in a second the mask began to extend its edges, stretching them like thick tendrils, which adhered to the man's skin like adhesive tape. This caused his head to move from side to side as the tendrils covered more skin. "What the fuck?!" he shouted as he put his hands to his head in an attempt to remove that almost-living wood; however, it resisted, turning into a rubbery mass that, when stretched, returned to him with greater force. "Someone help me!" He screamed again, pulling and pulling at the mask, but he was no match for it and, in a matter of seconds, it covered his head completely.

The mask acted like a mass that melted onto his skin and moved as if it were a sticky creature, simulating and imitating his facial features more and more with each second, contracting when he closed his eyes and stretching when he opened his mouth to let out a growl.

Suddenly, a green electric beam crossed Joshua's entire body and he found himself unable to move his limbs. Against his will, as if he were acting under the control of the mask, his hands began to play with his own body, causing a vibration over the area they touched.

“Fuck!” Joshua moaned when his fingers massaged his nipples, as he was not used to the excitement of those erogenous zones. Then his hands went to his six-pack, went down to his cock, which seemed to be waiting his turn, and began to massage it. Joshua didn't know what the hell was happening or how it was happening, or even how he should be looking, but he liked it, he liked it a lot.

And just when he already felt that a gush... no, a river of cum would soon come out, Joshua felt a pull to the left and his entire body began to spin in a tornado around the room and the house, doing, undoing, and redoing everything. that was out there.

The tornado spun at such speed that when it stopped, Joshua's body continued moving forward, collided with the wall, and fell unconscious onto the bed.

A wave of pleasure brought a moan from his lips. A slight burning in his pecs and the pain induced by an unattended erection made him open his eyes. The first idea he had and the only one he paid attention to was to release all the power that his member could exert. With his huge hand (was it normally this big and strong? he assumed it was), he began massaging it and didn't hide his moans for even a second. There was something about each move that had an inexplicable effect on him as if his mind was paying more attention to internal and external sensations: to the delicious way his balls filled; to the smells that his body gave off; to how warm and pleasant his cock felt; and the detailed way in which he was able to think about it all.

“Almost there…” he whispered with a deep voice. After a few minutes of intense pleasure, a river of cum came out, which shone with a faint iridescent green, such that it stained the nearby floor with his vital liquid. Not only did he moan as loud as he could, but he felt as if he were breaking free from some bondage.

“Phew, nothing better than a morning wood to start the day,” Joshua said, and something in his words seemed strange to himself as if his voice had a comical and, at the same time, attractive touch. He got out of bed and looked at his phone, on which he saw the message from John.

Hey man, where r u? we’re waiting for u

A smile crossed Joshua's lips because he had already agreed to go there to enjoy and not take the exam because he was…

No, it's not true.... he thought suddenly, although in his mind it resonated with a different voice.

His gaze fell on the review sheets. He didn't really feel like standing up to read it so he stretched his own arm out in front of himself. To his surprise, his arm extended, so he grabbed the sheets and then his arm returned to its original size. “Wow,” he exclaimed, happy.

Joshua read them and all the topics in there seemed very clear. The derivative? The tangent line to a curve on a graph; the integral? The area under the curve in the case of a defined one; Newton's laws, the classical authors, the world wars... It was as if a greenish light illuminated his mind and revealed the neurons where all that knowledge was stored. What had once seemed like a useless tome of knowledge was now his natural language. How was it possible for him to despise such sacred information with how useful it has been to build the society in which he lived and enjoy the technology that he used every day?

No, it's not true... I'm not boring... he thought and a sudden disgust arose within him; however, the idea of being recognized for everything he knew, for what he was able to remember, for the new ideas that he could make and that people would want to listen to him instead of admiring his body (or both, he didn’t mind) was much more seductive, and his little great friend down there confirmed.

That sensation made him flex his muscles and, as he did so, he realized that he also knew everything that was on those pages.

At that moment, he looked at his phone and, when he saw the time, his face contorted: his eyes popped out of their sockets and he screamed, his tongue extending, as if from a 3D cartoon before coming back to normal. “Holy shit, I'm late!!” He said and left in a flash of green, but he immediately returned to look at himself in the mirror, noticing that he was still without clothes. “Oh, I'll be in a renowned institution, I should be a little more cautious, right?! HA HA!" He spun on his own axis in a tornado and, when he stopped, he was dressed as he did to go to the gym, with glasses on. It was at that moment that he realized that his face was green, like a second skin that perfectly imitated (and even improved) the original.

(Please ignore the fact that he's in a car)

"What are my eyes seeing? “A sexy, muscular nerd!” he said, pleased by his appearance. “If the teachers aren't impressed by these buddies, surely what's up here is,” he added before leaving quickly.

Masked Joshua showed up to the exam room at such a speed that the exam papers almost flew away as the person in charge of giving them. By the time the man managed to keep the pages in his place, he realized that Joshua was sitting at a desk, and he couldn't help but notice that green face.

“Sir, is something wrong with you? Your face looks…different,” the professor asked apprehensively.

"Oh really?!" Joshua said, out of nowhere he took out a mirror and looked at himself again. “No, I don't notice anything strange,” he answered, throwing the mirror out of the professor's field of vision and a cat screeched in the distance.

The professor had many questions, but he shook his head before speaking. “Well, Mr. Aarons, this is the entrance exam…”

He quickly began to fill out the questions and it was so easy for him to do so that the only sign of idiocy on his part, according to him, was that he felt nervous and incapable. Within minutes, Joshua filled out the paper and handed it to the teacher, who was genuinely surprised, given that he had not even started five minutes.

“I don't need to know the results to know that I passed so…” Joshua said winking at the teacher “… I hope to receive the orientations by mail… Bye!” he added, he left there as quickly as he arrived and stopped in a park far from the building. “Now it's time to solve another 'math problem',” he said, and what he was referring to came in the form of a message that he immediately read:

Hey, where r u?

I'm on my way, Joshua answered.

“It's time for these men to learn the importance of knowledge,” he thought out loud, and a line of saliva hung from his lips, signaling his excitement: would he also turn them into nerds or give them a taste of his fruit of knowledge?

Even more excited by the last idea, he was off to the party in the blink of an eye, ready to share his wisdom.

[wishmaster]

I'm a 30 year old bodybuilder who doesn't have a lot of costume options because of my size. Do you have a kid's anime costume or a nerd costume that will look really small on me?

You love how much you've worked out your body, and just how huge and ripped you always looked, you loved showing off but for Halloween you wanted to look ridiculous in something to small for your current body. However what you didn't realize was the costumes at the WishMaster's were life and body changing, usually you changed to fit them. So when you made the wish you for a perfect nerd like costume you had already set the gears in motion for you to loose all of this beauty.

I toss you a small superman shirt, you laugh as You hold it up to your massive chest. You go along with the look, pulling it over your head, unaware as you pull it on, your body is morphing to fit it. As you pull it down onto your new smaller, younger body your vision goes fuzzy, you find that odd as you had always had perfect vision. I hand you a pair of glasses which you think is part of your costume, but when you put them on your vision improves. You catch a glance of yourself in a mirror, shocked at first realizing the little kid in the mirror was in fact you.

Dude exactly why did we come to a costume shop for a Superman tee shirt, I thought you'd get something cooler that that? my friend asked as we stood there.

I think he looks great, my boyfriend said as he hugged me from behind, My hero!

My usually empty head was now full of all kinds of nerd knowledge. But my knowledge of bodybuilding workouts and getting huge was gone. I was nothing more that a 16 year old nerd now. Me and my friends and my boo headed off to the coffee shop to spend the day playing Fortnite.

[neontapirguts]

Some Jock to Nerd Transformation for @/kozee on bluesky(with a Slob Alt)