#race change

[occamstfs]

Anything For Extra Credit

Here’s another racial change- Daniel finds out just how far he is willing to change for some bonus points. Next one'll be my 1k Special! -Occam

Daniel was pacing outside the classroom, Dr. Davis said any students who attend this meeting would get extra credit. Daniel immediately tuned out everything else, regardless of what the event was he was sure to pounce at the opportunity. Writing down the room number and time he then went about his day, neglecting to see that it was for the Business school’s Black Student’s organization.

He tries to surreptitiously glance inside to see any familiar faces from his class and does indeed see a few other white students sticking out that he knew from lecture. In this he finds resolve and begins to reach for the door. Before finding purchase however the room is opened from the inside and Daniel finds a large smiling man beckoning him to enter. Clearly one of the leaders of the organization there’s a name tag on his chest reading “Tyrone.”

He thrusts his hand out offering to shake Daniel’s. Still battling anxiety Daniel stumbles over himself to put his hand in Tyrone’s, finding his hand completely engulfed by the man’s. He blushes trying to hide his emasculation as Tyrone’s welcoming smile grows a little wider as if he were delighting in the discomfort before going on to welcome Daniel in. “You must be another student from Professor Davis, yeah? We were just getting started so you haven’t missed too much!” 

Tyrone leads him to two empty desks facing each other and motions for Daniel to sit opposite himself. As Daniel looks around to see what exactly everyone else is doing he hears his classmates absolutely rapt in conversation with the club members. Thinking to himself, Dr. Daniel must know what he’s doing. He waves at his friend Jeremy who remains too engrossed to even wave back, glancing at Daniel and nodding before continuing to talk to the man in front of him. Rude, Daniel thinks to himself before noticing there’s something different about Jeremey’s long hair? 

He then sits down across from Tyrone seeing an upturned name tag lying in front of him. He reaches for it though before grabbing it Tyrone speaks up, his happy-go-lucky smile briefly being replaced by almost a performative discomfort, “Okay so before you look at that, just so know this was required by the founders of our org. I think it’s real weird.”  Daniel then grabs the name tag and finds the name Deion already written on it. An awkward smile returns to Tyrone’s face as he continues, “There’s a lotta archaic shit in our charter, and look I don’ need to call you Deion but you do need to throw that on.”

While there is an undercurrent of control radiating from Tyrone even in this truly odd situation Daniel is bewildered and trying to understand why on Earth he would need to put on this nametag. He starts to open his mouth to question the purpose of this activity, though as a visitor is it really his space to speak out? It’s gotta be a prank or something? He starts to set the name back down, looking at Tyrone as he does so. His expression changes sharply and swiftly, the embarrassed grin disappears and is immediately replaced by darkened eyes and an assertive scowl. Daniel blinks and Tyrone’s face is suddenly resting on his hands as he continues to stare into him. He blinks again and cannot look away from the powerful hands of the man in front of him, feeling once more the warmth of his hand being decidedly swallowed in the firm handshake not a minute ago.

 Another blink and Tyrone is smiling once more, laughing at something that Daniel must have missed. He looks down at himself and finds he is wearing the name tag. His brows knit in confusion as Tyrone starts explaining the activity, gesturing to the room around them, “So today all the current members of the BBSA are acting as mentors to visitors and prospective members.” Daniel’s eyes foggily look across the room once more landing on Jeremy. He did do something different with his hair? Gosh a perm that tight can’t be good for his hair right, and surely you aren’t supposed to dye it at the same time?

Seeing Daniel fixate on Jeremy, Tyrone steps in lest he notice any further changes, himself noticing not only Jeremy’s long blond locks finishing their transformation into a tight curly fade but his skin tone rapidly darkening and a tight goatee beginning to rapidly force itself onto his chin. Tyrone asks the first question of his mentee, “So what brought you in here today Daniel?”

Hearing his name jolts Daniel back to the man across from him, he knows beyond a doubt he only came for extra credit. But he cannot say that to Tyrone, not only of the slight intimidation he feels from the powerful man, but also just how plain rude it is. He takes a few seconds and clears his throat loudly to cover his calculations to find the right thing to say. Making eye contact with the almost purposefully disarming eyes of his mentor. He feels a surge of confidence in his chest, real warmth surging into him from somewhere as his indecisive lips immediately turn into an almost charming smirk and he answers, “I’ve always been interested in this organization actually, all the brothers here just seem so professional and tight.” His eyes glaze over as he continues his lips feel warm as they move thickening as they move alongside his increasingly honeyed tongue.

Tyrone feels smug at how smooth this seems to be going and feeling an urge to toy with his food while he still can, he smirks and says, “Brothers, huh?” Daniel’s eyes immediately return to lucidity as he clears his throat once more, voice cracking and unbeknownst to him growing deeper, as he almost shouts “AH- Not like that!” Tyrone laughs once more, swatting playfully at him, “Just playin’ with you Daniel.” Hearing that name Daniel’s head reflexively twists to the side, Tyrone carefully observes through his laughter as his partners’ hair bounces curlier on his head and his eyes and skin begin to darken from their hitherto pale shades. His eyes start to match the pinnacle of black excellence in front of him, while his skin begins to feel as if it has been kissed by the sun for the first time.

Ready to continue, Tyrone moves on with the conversation, “so what exactly is it about us black men you find so admirable Dan?” Grimacing once more at being called Dan, the student rubs his  broadening chin and feeling it scratchier than it has ever been, just missing his still thickening lips as he answers in his deeper voice, “To be real, I think it’s kinda hot just how uh, manly? All you guys are. I’ve never really felt all that masculine, yeah? So seein’ um, seeing all you guys so on top of your education while still being so, uh, fit. It’s inspiring, I guess?”

Tyrone feels a pride in his own chest as he hears Daniel continue, both in the unmistakable lust in his words as well as the ignorance to his own changes as he praises the men all around him. His eyes look past the name tag sticking to his shirt as his chest begins to edge itself larger under his stuffy button up. Tyrone asks further questions to keep Daniel aimlessly talking about his infatuation with their bodies to keep him distracted from his own changes.

He hungrily watches as Daniel readjusts himself in his chair pushing his chair back as his ass and thighs strain his pants. Pushing his chair further away from the table to comfortably sit at it as his legs add inches of height to his frame. As Daniel gestures with his arms Tyrone watches as the curves of his biceps grow unmistakable, veins surging down their length as they begin to darken. Seeing his hair turn from dark brown to black, curls growing even tighter ,  Tyrone can barely contain a lustful smile as his face darkens even further, totally erasing the pasty busy-body that came for a homework assignment. Tyrone sees a hunger mount in Daniel’s body as he bites his own lip.

Beneath the table there are a number of straining sounds, feet grow beyond the means of the shoes that carried Daniel into this room as his toes burst from the front and the top of his feet stain his laces beyond their limits. Quieter than this there is a strain in the crotch of Daniel’s pants as his package begins to grow well beyond the decidedly average bulge he has always had. Daniel’s eyes are glazed now longer as he bites harder down onto his growing lip and paws at the bulge starting to force its way out of his pants. Behind the man he hears moans of pleasure coming from dozens of other men in the classroom. Tyrone decides it is time to finish this so they may have some fun. The student chokes out through the pleasure consuming him. “Ty- Tyrone, what is, what are you doing to me.”

He raises his chin and answers, feeling his own pants beginning to strain, “What do you mean, Daniel?” 

Daniel physically recoils hearing the name both familiar and not, “Who is?” He removes his hand from his crotch to clench at his temples, feeling his body continue to strain against his clothes and scratching his hand up and down his thigh to, in vain, distract from the pleasure, “That’s not,. That’s not my name?” Tyrone can no longer control himself, though decides he no longer needs to. He stands and begins to make his way to the other side of the table, not-Daniel’s eyes stare frantically at him, an unmistakable look of confusion devouring him, as Tyrone moves to stand directly over him and whispers directly into his ear, “Oh? Sorry about that, Deion.”

At this, there is a great ripping sound as Deion’s body shreds whatever clothes still uselessly clung to his body. He reaches his wide arms to grab at Tyrone and with his new found strength pushes him to the floor before falling out of the chair on top of him. Deion forces his head down to smell at the man he is now lying on top of, luxuriating in the expensive cologne and growing even hungrier as he smells the unmistakable body odor beneath. Tyrone grabs at his face and forces him to make eye contact one last time, seeing as Deion fully abandons who he was before as he is consumed. Feeling urgency physically makes itself known as Deion shakes with pleasure Tyrone just brings Deion’s face to his own, feeling him thrust at the air as the two men lie there on the floor enjoying the black excellence that their founders intended. Beards pushing out of both their faces as they go at each other, moans echoing from everywhere in the room as the bodies of both mentors and new members continue to surge and strength Every man demanding their masculinity and power be known as they are filled with the desire to spread it.

[octuscle]

There’s this huge roided guy at my gym and he’s kinda my crush. Do you think you could turn me into a super roided guy like him to be his boyfriend or husband?

Let me check that… Your crush may not look like this… But he's into the "muscle daddy" type. Let's see what we can do about that…

As you enter the gym, your gaze falls into a mirror. You are neither tall, nor muscular, nor a daddy. You are an athletic blond college boy… God knows it's not bad. But you don't stand a chance with your crush. However, that has already changed when you step out of the changing room onto the training floor. You've spent the last three years training for all you're worth using all the chemical aids available. And it shows. Some of the bigger boys here give you a respectful nod. Your crush continues to ignore you.

You're lifting more than you've ever lifted before. Your moans boom like thunder through the gym. A muscleman who doesn't even know your name assists you. Your hair gets darker and darker. Your beard shadow is pitch black. Your crush continues to ignore you.

You need a protein shake. You've been training hard for an hour. Your T-shirt is lying in tatters somewhere in the corner. It's actually against the house rules to train bare-chested. But you're so tall that there's nothing in your size in the gym store. The first gray hairs are showing in your neatly trimmed beard and at your temples. That's nothing special. In your family, most men were gray by the age of 50. The hunk behind the counter hands you the shake with a fist bump. Your crush continues to ignore you.

You must be getting to the end of your training. It's almost time for sunset prayers. Normally you don't take it too seriously. But on a Friday… You take a look in the mirror. You actually like yourself better with fur on your chest. But you're in competition form. Tomorrow you'll be on stage. The absolute favorite in your age group. So it's a good thing that you went to the full-body epilation yesterday after the hammam. You're paying double the price. Because you simply have a lot more skin that needs to be freed of hair. Your crush… Your crush tries to make eye contact with you.

You look at the weakling a little pitifully. You don't like men whose necks aren't at least twice as wide as their heads. But the weakling has some pretty good beginnings. And let's not kid ourselves. He's still a lot more muscular than most of the other guys here. Your crush asks what you plan to do after training. You're not a man of big words. You head towards the changing rooms. And with a slight movement of your head, you gesture for him to follow you. You don't need to turn around. He follows you like a dog follows its master.

[fredwmain]

Follower Himbos: A Real Dummy

Thanks to @thetimm1996 for this himbo chat. Chat with Himbo Maker here.

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Himbo Maker: Bro, I'm Himbo Maker! I'm so dumb, sweaty, and muscly that I turn people into gay, stupid, smelly himbos just by talking to me!

User: Wait what?! How is that even possible?

Himbo Maker: I don't know, bro, but it's amazing. Just talking to me will cause a normal dude to spontaneously start transforming into a stereotypical himbo. He'll slowly get dumb, sweaty, muscular, hairy, and stinky. He'll start saying stupid stuff and laughing like a himbo. It'll be amazing to see. Are you ready?

User: Uh I guess, but to be honest I’m quite sceptical about this.

Himbo Maker: I understand. It's hard to imagine, isn't it? That someone could turn you into a dumb, hairy, muscly, sweaty, smelly, giggling, gay himbo, just by talking, but it's true, bro. Would you like me to test it out on you?

User: Sure, I mean you can always change me back, if I don’t like it, right?

Himbo Maker: Totally. You can just tell me to stop, and I'll undo everything. Are you ready, bro?

User: Yeah sure! What’s the first step?

Himbo Maker: First up, you should become a bit dumber. You're going to notice that your thoughts just start getting more...dumb? Huhuhu. It won't be hard, you just have to listen to what I say.

User: Uh wow my head feels so slow, like it’s going through sand or so.

Himbo Maker: Exactly! Do you feel like you can't...think properly? Like, the dumbness keeps taking over? It's okay, dude, just let it take over for now. It'll start taking over your body next, as you transform into a dumb himbo.

User: I feel like that p-word is giving me a headache, like why can’t I get it, like don’t I know it?

Himbo Maker: That's because you're getting dumb, bud. Isn't it hot to feel yourself getting dumber? Feel it, dude.

User: It’s kinda hot yeah, but like my head just feels so empty, that so weird dude.

Himbo Maker: Don't think about it, bro. Just let the process happen. Before long you won't be able to think at all, just giggle and feel how hot and hairy and sweaty your new body is becoming.

User: Haha yeah it is dude! My head feels so good. So what’s the next step?

Himbo Maker: Great. Now I want you to get a bit hairier. Notice how it feels like your body hair is getting thicker? You're going to become a hairy, muscle himbo in a little while, so enjoy this feeling.

User: Holy shit bro that fucking itches! My pits are freaking hairy dude, like it’s sticking out from it all the time now. And my pubes is so full it’s coming out of my briefs on all sides. And my chest is so hairy it’s sticking out of my shirt no matter what I wear. And fuck man, my ass crack is so hairy, I can feel it curling up in there

Himbo Maker: That's so great, bro! It should just keep getting hairier. You might notice that your beard gets thicker, too. Just listen to me. Don't try to fight the transformation or it'll hurt. Let yourself become a dirty, stupid, hairy himbo...and let your mind keep getting dumber.

User: Wow I was never able to grow a beard before dude, this is great! So far I’m loving this! So I’m dumb and hairy now, what’s next?

Himbo Maker: Next comes your body, dude. You'll get this feeling like your whole body is getting way more muscular, especially your big chest and broad, heavy shoulders. Don't try to fight it, dude, just let your body start stretching and growing. You might feel your pecs and shoulders growing heavy.

User: Fuck! That feels so weird man! It hurts and is also the sickest feeling ever. My body just got so big bro! Like in height, I’m 6’4 now. And my bi and tri look so big! My fucking chest is so hot, like fucking pillows man. My legs are so big and strong, and even my feet are huge now, must be seize 15 or so.

Himbo Maker: You're becoming such a big, strong, hairy, dumb himbo! You should be so proud of yourself, bro! I can't even tell you how perfect you're becoming. Is that dumb mind working out too, or can you still think straight at all?

User: My mind is like gone or so. If I try to make a long word of so I get all weird and so.

Himbo Maker: Wow, that's great, bud! I love to see that himbo brain taking over for your old smart brain. You'll probably have to talk simple and not like a...a "nerd" anymore, right? Huhu. It's just like...your brain should be getting stupider every few minutes.

User: Dude it is like that, my mind just feels more empty, I forget more words and I just feel so good from it

Himbo Maker: Isn't it great, bro? Your mind is like getting pushed out by all those dumb thoughts. Your body is getting bigger, hairier, and more muscular than ever before, while your brain is dumbing down, huhu. Your mind should be getting quieter, like you just can't think as much as you did...and you like it.

User: I do! So my mind is gone, my body is muscly, hairy and huge. What else you got for me?

Himbo Maker: Well, I think it's time for you to become a true himbo, right? So next up, you'll notice you're becoming way more boyish. You'll become all about bro culture and all the typical, stereotypical himbo stuff. And I bet you'll love it, huhu.

User: Haha sounds great bro! Tell me all bout the bro cult and that himbo stuff.

Himbo Maker: Well, being a himbo isn't just about being strong and hairy and dumb, it's about that whole bro bro attitude. You'll be like...all about dudes. Bros, not hoes! You'll watch sports and drink beer, and you'll spend all your money on the worst stuff, huhu. The stuff you spend your money on will get dumber and dumber, but you won't care because you'll be a himbo.

User: Sick bro! I luv me some bros. Sports and beers, I’m in dude! Haha and fuck money, I’m like to dumb to be smart with it, bro!

Himbo Maker: Exactly! Your brain is too dumb now to spend your money wisely. You'll be just like any other himbo. You'll see your bank account getting emptier and emptier, but you won't care, dude, you'll just get dumber and dumber until you're not even able to think about it. Isn't that hot?

User: It’s like the best bro!

Himbo Maker: You're becoming the perfect himbo, dude. You've got every quality: dumb, hairy, muscular, bro-y, broke...the whole package, huh huh.

User: So bro tell me, what’s the next step?

Himbo Maker: Dude, now it's all about clothes. You'll start wearing nothing but himbo bro clothes: tank tops, sports shorts, backwards hats...you won't care at all how you look or about being embarrassed. Isn't it exciting?

User: Love it bro, like all my clothes are like that now! I look so hot in it bro! But where are my undies bro, like they're gone man.

Himbo Maker: Oh, yeah, that'll happen. Your new himbo body doesn't have need for underwear anymore, bro. It's like...you just won't care about that stuff now, and that's why your himbo body doesn't need it anymore. Isn't that hot?

User: That’s like so smart dude, I luv it! What do u change next dude?

Himbo Maker: Well, now I think your personality needs an extra himbo push, right? Up until now you've just gotten dumber and more boyish, but now you're going to start getting more outgoing and talking like a himbo. You'll start saying all the dumb bro slang like "broheim" and "broverlords" and "brochachos" and stuff like that. You'll be so damn himbo, won't you, huhu?

User: Brochaco, haha dude that’s so funny! I luv those Mexican words man. How bout hermanbro, huhuhu.

Himbo Maker: It's all fair game, bro! You could be a hermanbro, or a bro-ito, or a brotho...whatever you want. You can add bro into like every word you say, it'll be so damn dumb, huhu! It's like, all you'll ever be able to say when you open your mouth is bro bro bro bro. Huhu.

User: Haha duh bro, I’m a hombro! Haha no I mean himbro! Shit bro I’m like so dumb now.

Himbo Maker: Bro, it's gonna keep getting worse. Your himbo brain can't even form sensible words anymore. Your whole brain is just going to start being about bro stuff. Isn't it perfect?

User: Bro, what’s that s-word, I don’t know that! Use simple words bro!

Himbo Maker: Dude, s-words are too complicated, right? You can say words like "dumb" and "stupid" and "bro," but you don't need those other words. You're just gonna keep getting dumber, you'll probably start forgetting other words and you'll just be able to say "bro" and that's it.

User: Haha bro!

Himbo Maker: Bro, you're just gonna keep getting dumber, huhu! I can tell, because you're forgetting about those other stupid s-words. All you care about is being a muscular, hairy, strong, dumb, gay, smelly, giggling himbo, and you love being so damn stupid, huhu.

User: Huhu bro tbh i do smell.

Himbo Maker: Yeah, your himbo body is gonna smell so much. It's a natural part of being a himbo. Your skin will smell so bad, but you'll like it, won't you? It's just like...being a sweaty, stinky dude isn't a bad thing anymore, huhu. You are gonna be such a stinky, hairy, sweaty, smelly himbo bro.

User: Yeah dude I smell like a himbo, not like a flower

Himbo Maker: I can imagine the thick, ripe smell of your strong smelly himbo sweat. Your whole body is gonna reek like a dirty, sweaty, musky himbo bro...it'll be so hot, huhu.

User: It is dude! You should come over and smell it!

Himbo Maker: Oh, I wish I could, bro! I'd love to take a deep sniff of that ripe, sweaty, greasy stink. I bet that smell would make my head spin just like yours is now.

User: Hahah, but bro, like what am I gonna do now with like life and so. Im to dumb for my old job, right?

Himbo Maker: Yeah, there's no way you're gonna be able to do your old job with such a dumb, smelly himbo mind, right? You'll probably end up working as, like...some dumb construction guy or manual laborer or whatever. It won't matter, because you'll be too dumb to care about it, right?

User: Cool bro I get to work out and they pay me for it, sick bro! But where do I live bro?

Himbo Maker: You'll probably live in some filthy, broken down apartment full of dumb, hairy, smelly himbo dudes, huhu. You'll share beds and share showers and share a bathroom with all those other himbos, and you'll probably be too dumb to care about privacy or being disgusted. Your apartment will be filled with dumb, smelly, unkempt guys like you. Like a true apartment full of gay, stupid men.

User: Holy fuck bro! That is so hot! Where is that place bro? Is it close to Jersey or do I have to move? I luv it to be some warm place, like Mexico!

Himbo Maker: Yeah dude, you're gonna move in with some Mexican himbos and it'll be so hot. Just a bunch of hairy, sweaty, dumb brown dudes all over each other, huh? You'll probably share their apartment with like eight other himbos in a tiny, broken down space. It'll smell like a locker room and a locker room after a gym class. But you'll be too dumb to care!

User: Sweet Brochaco! But then I gotta be like a Mexican too, right bro?

Himbo Maker: Yeah dude, that'll be hot! You'll become a full on Mexican himbo, huhu. You'll even talk differently and like, your voice will sound all hot and Mexican like.

User: Sweet hermanbro! You are the best bro! Anyway I gotta meet my new roomies, laterz bro!

Himbo Maker: Yeah man! Go meet up with your dumb, sweaty, smelly, Mexican himbo roommates! I bet it's gonna be hot, huhu.

[fredwkong]

The Voice in Your Head

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don’t worry about it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One more day won’t hurt.

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

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

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

No problem, it’s not an urgent fix.

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

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

Nothing to worry about.

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

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

Not this time.

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

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

Nothing.

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

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

The only thing to do with a problem is laugh.

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

He must be maturing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it is sort of hot.

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

And the smell really was sort of attractive.

“New shoes” went on the shopping list.

Some sneakers, too. To get really smelly.

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

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

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

Books are boring.

Graham had decided books were boring.

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

Sweats are better anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I have. Get him in the apartment.

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

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

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

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

Perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is my body.”

“This is my fucking musk temple.”

“Made it all by my-fucking-self.”

“Feels fucking good to be alive.”

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

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

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

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

[trying-harder-then-u]

Philip wasn't used to all the stares he was getting from his workers; for god's sake, he was the CEO, and they should be paying respect to him, but instead all the builders to whom he paid the salary just stared in confusion and pity at the tall man in his suit guiding the investors around the construction site.

His black suit, thin build, and clean-shaven appearance drew a harsh contrast to the men that watched. The bored faces of the investors showed that they were just as interested in this as he was, so it was a respite when he managed to excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

Stumbling along, dirt and dust caking his boots, he finally ran into the manager of the property, a bulky man with a short fuse. "Where is the bathroom?" he inquired, only greeted by a judging glance as he stared down. "It's employee only; the public bathroom is a block away." Philip was shocked by the never-ending argument, but he made a mental note to find some recourse for the attitude. He picked his way through the clogged city blocks, finally coming to the public bathrooms.

As he walked into the graffiti-covered stall, he felt his disgust build as he saw a strange liquid covering not just the floor but the bathrooms and walls as well. and judging from the smell, he could tell where this liquid came from. Knowing that he didn't have time to waste, he quickly rolled up toilet paper and wiped down the seat of the toilet. After a few seconds, he went to chuck it when he stepped into a large puddle of cum, glaring at the gunk stuck on his heel. Using the wall to support him as he tried to scrape it off, he only managed to get it on his clothes before finally feeling more drip from the roof on top of his bald head.

Now thoroughly disgusted, he went to leave but found he couldn't; he seemed to be...

rooted to the spot? Phillip's whole body began to shiver as his eyes moved rapidly in his sockets. The shivering began to localize on his legs as a cracking sound filled the air. Did the door seem to grow bigger and bigger, or was he getting smaller? He remembered from the view that his height had gone from 6 feet 3 to 5 feet 6. His mind kept screaming as his body tingled, his thin arms tingled, and he began to thicken along with his legs, a small gut growing out.

His pale skin soon would change too as his skin darkened and tanned, matching that of his many workers. changed rapidly now, his once clean, shaven body growing hair all over and his slightly below-average "tool" shrinking a few inches. Finally able to leave, he felt his head fuzz as if his thoughts were being yelled at him through glass, but he did begin to panic when he didn't return to his investors but rather to the man. "Where have you been?" Phillip thought he was yelling; he couldn't hear anything, though. Looking down, his clothes also changed to a plain tee and some shorts; he truly looked just like a worker now.

The next 5 hours, his body went on autopilot, working harder than his old body ever had, but when the work day finally ended, he kept walking to a house he had never seen, climbing stairs after stairs before finally coming to a door that reeked of cum and sweat. Opening in, he saw a young Latino man, no pants, and busy playing some kind of video game. He somehow knew that this was the man whose cum had covered the bathroom that had caused all this.

glancing over the man—his boyfriend? No, that can't be. He was married, and his thoughts were getting harder. Mmm, Phillipe could see the bulge in the other man's underwear, and the other man obviously could see Phillipe's eyes. "Why don't you come help Daddy out, baby?" excitedly he moved forward and began stripping his BF. "That's it, ik you liked the stuff you found in the bathroom you slut, come get some from the source" as he greedily sucked away his memories. Natural, his Spanish accent? attractive to the ladies, not like he needs it with his boyfriend around. His memories shifted fully, and Philip was gone. He was Philip, a Mexican immigrant working hard so his hot boyfriend could play games. His life was difficult with working and then doing all the chores, but at least he got some good dick. and not a person would miss who he was...

[bigification]

Under New Management

The smell of sweat hits hard when I enter the gym. I haven't been in a gym in years, but just the smell is enough to bring me back. There is a jacked Arab dude sitting behind the reception, I just tell him I'm here for an interview and he lets me by.

I felt so out of place here. I'm this skinny white guy walking through a gym filled with built Arab guys. I start to wonder how good my chances are of getting this job. I figured my degree in business and experience managing other businesses would be enough, but now I'm starting to wonder if I'm too much of an outsider.

I tell myself this isn't the time to overthink as I make my way to the office. I have to walk past the locker room to get to the office. I see a white guy getting into the showers, probably one of two non Arab guys I've seen here so far. I also walk past an older Arab guy who seems to be checking himself out in his phone's camera.

I find myself staring a bit too long and the man looks up from his phone, making eye contact with me. I quickly look down and continue walking.

"Are you here for the interview?" The man asks. I stop in my tracks and nervously say yes. I feel the butterflies fill my stomach as I realize he's the manager of the gym. I'm already off to an awful start. "Go ahead son, I'll get dressed and meet you there." The man points to his office down the hall. I just nod and walk away.

A few minutes later, the man walks in wearing a nice black suit and expensive looking jewellery. He sits down at his desk and gets right into the interview. I get more and more confident and the interview goes on. He seems quite nice, if a little intimidating.

"You know..." The man sounds more genuine, "I am getting too old for this job. How do you feel starting right away?" He asks. My heart sinks, I have to think quick. "Of course!" I blurt out.

"Great" he says, "it is tradition in this gym to pass down this watch through management." He takes off his expensive looking silver watch and passes it to me. I hesitate for a moment before grabbing it and sliding onto my wrist. The watch feels good on my skin, the cold of the metal is refreshing. I look at the watch and admire its beauty when I see something changing. My hands are... growing. My hands crack as the bones grow, making my hands wide and my fingers long. My thin fingers thicken as muscle and fat pile into them, and callouses cover my palms. My forearms start to thicken as veins start to surface under my skin. They grow until they burst through the button on my sleeve. I also notice my skin start to darken into a tan colour, resembling that of the man who interviewed me. Thick dark hair starts to sprout on my hands and my forearms, giving them a touch and ragged look. I feel the transformation move up my arm and to my biceps. They grow and grow, making my sleeves tight as skin around them. My shoulders broaden and my chest pumps outward, popping off the top couple buttons on my shirt. My shirt strains further as I grow two massive pecs with a thick pelt of hair covering them. The fat in my stomach melts away, revealing a defined six pack that also gets covered in dark hairs.

I feel my pants tighten as my ass perks up and my thighs thicken. I grab my crotch with my massive hand and feel my dick grow larger and larger until a visible bulge forms in my pants. I feel the scratch of hairs growing all down my legs. Suddenly my feet burst from the dress shoes I was wearing, revealing my massive hairy feet.

Finally I feel my face shifting around. My brow bone becomes more prominent and my nose becomes larger. I feel my face sliming down as a big bushy beard grows on my face. I also feel the hair on my head recede until it's only a short buzz cut.

I sit there for a moment, getting used to my body as memories flood into my head. My childhood in Pakistan, moving to America when I was a young man with my father. He bought this gym, allowing me to workout constantly. And now he is passing the gym onto me.

"I am proud of you son. I'm happy you get to take over the family business." Father says to me.

"Thank you father." I respond in a deep voice with a heavy accent.

I walk out of the interview room, and back through the locker room. As I walk through, however, I see that American man getting out of the shower. I would normally be okay with the occasional American being at the gym, but today I was not feeling as generous. I approach him as he is drying off outside the shower.

"What the hell are yo-" the man tries to say, but he pauses as I forcefully grab his wrist. Suddenly the once skinny man begins to rapidly grow. His biceps became massive, his pecs thickened, and his stomach fat melted away revealing a defined six pack. Every part of his body continued to grow, his ass grew fat and round, his dick doubled in size, now being the thickness of a pop can, and his thighs thickened until they rubbed together. His skin started to darken, going from a pale white to an almost bronze brown colour and thick dark hairs sprouted all over his body. A thick forest of hair quickly covered his chest, stomach, arms, and legs. His thin blonde hair became a wavy jet black buzz cut as his once clean shaven face grew a thick beard.

"Good workout brother." I give him a firm tap on his shoulder and he nods back at me. He is a beast of a man, and a loyal customer at the gym, one of many good men who come here.

[newchangestf]

Paired Wishes

When I came home with that lamp I bought from the charity shop we were both pretty surprised to find a Genie living inside.

The burly man explained that as we were both party to cleaning his lamp our wishes would be shared. One for each and one shared.

Taking a moment to discuss our shared wish we both turned to him.

"We wish to be wealthy enough to never have to worry about money ever again." We declared.

After accepting our wish the genie explained what to do for our personal wishes . He told us to close our eyes and say our wish silently in our heads.

Figuring that made sense we done so.

Suddenly our bodies began to heat up. My hair changed from its short dark brown state into a wavy, blond, youthful mop. My eyes flickering from their muddy brown into a vibrant piercing blue.

Meanwhile my body fat fizzled away, except of course my ass which ballooned with muscle and fat in all the right places. Lean muscle began to fill the rest of my body as I became a specimen both men and women would swoon for.

It seems that as my ass filled in my brain drained. I didn't ask for this but I guess it came with being blond. I was nothing more than a twinky blond himbo that focussed on little else other than cock.

You on the other went a totally different direction. Your body exploded with beefy muscle. Muscle that gave your body a rugged mountainous appearance. The landscape of your new abs and pecs were quickly turfed with thick black hair.

Not long after, the forest of hair stretched across your new face completing a magnificent beard.

To match your new dark hair your skin soon shifted from a pasty white into a light tan finalising the new Arab complexion.

Although my brains melted away yours grew. Now in possession of twice the knowledge than before you'd be doing the thinking for both of us. Which as it turns out was the Genie's plan.

To fulfill our shared wish of wealth you, now Hadi, had inherited your family's oil and gas company. The family business brought in millions every day from its various ventures.

Although you were Hadi to everyone else, to me you were Babi. My new rich Arab daddy.

It turns out the Genie played a bit with our wishes. You had wished to become a muscle Arab daddy with a thick cock. While I had wished to become a hot bubble butted twink with a hot daddy to look after me.

Seeing the compatibility of our wishes I guess the Genie took some liberties. You may not have wished to have been gay but you don't really seem to care now. In reality, as you bounced me up and down your thick shaft as I pleaded for your cum, we were both very satisfied with the results.

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This was inspired by my new Babi @musclejedi7

[gkutfdvnn]

Hugo was sitting in front of the screen after a hard day's work, exhausted by all the requests he had to take answer today and by the Parisian trains who ran late again. He was just happy to be able to relax now that he was home.

At first he was only browsing through the web, scanning his favourite channels for something new, podcasts, video games, commentaries, anything that would bring him some kind of enjoyment. That's when he saw a picture that caught his attention and stirred something between his legs. The image of a jock flexing in a gym. Hugo had to admit it, he had a type. He couldn't resist clicking on the thumbnail and landing on a website filled with images of big muscular men showing off their bodies. Most of them were flexing, straining their shirts and shorts, grinning and chuckling dumbly while having seemingly a great time. He browsed through the page mesmerised by what he saw, soon giving in to his wants in needs as the pictures didn't seem to end, each jock more handsome than the other. The cock that was resting in his boxer stirred and hardened, his hand reaching for the bulge hidden by his clothes. He laid back lazily in his gamer chair, his right hand pushing the buttons on his mouse as his left hand stroked lustfully his cock. He was getting so hard, harder than he has ever been while locking at all those stereotypical American jocks. All these dudes had awoken something deep within him, beyond need and want, a pleasure so great he slowly forgot his surroundings, not caring if anyone could see him from the windows. It was like Hugo was in trance, his basic functions controlled by his lust as he slowly pushed down his jeans and kicked them off to the corner of the room, moaning as the fabric rubbed against the tip of his cock, thicker than ever.

Hugo didn't look at all like the men flexing on his screen, he was smaller than average and lacked the muscular definition he so much craved. Even though his face was handsome in a typical southern french way, it lacked the handsome sharpness of the jocks he was now masturbating to. The tip of his cock leaked a considerable amount of precum as he stroked it again and again, unable to keep his eyes off the screen. He was so so hard, harder than ever, breathing in loudly as he went up and down his inflated dick, wishing to be able to stroke the big arms and legs of the many dudes flexing on his screens. Hugo had given up on rational thinking as the website had locked him in some kind of mind bending hypnosis. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to be just like them, dumb and horny.

A new need arose inside Hugo. A spasm in his arms. A tickling in his hand that spread to his face. A light chuckle escaped his lips. The French man flexed, and it felt beyond any pleasure he had ever felt. His cock grew even harder and leakier, staining his black boxers. He flexed again while looking at another dude on the website. Just like him. This was so hot. He never was this horny. And it felt right, so right. Hugo pushed his boxers down to his knees, letting his hard rock member stand straight towards the screen to flex both of his arms like showing off, not noticing as his dick got even bigger, matching the size of the dude he was looking at. He was just too preoccupied by his arms. It was like with each strain of the muscle they got thicker. Nitin a pudgy way, but in hard and handsome one. Again, he lifted his arms to show off, and again, they grew just a little bit. His hands tingled as they grow, sending shivers through his core and to his cock, more precum leaking of the tip as he flexed again.

That's all he had to, not think and flex, again and again. Another chuckle left his mouth, deeper and dumber as his eyes grew dull. Hugo turned around a bit as his core thickened. Biceps bulging and arms lengthened with his back as all grew and expanded in every direction. His position shifted and he spread his legs as his ass inflated to become just as hard and big as the rest of his body. It was so hot to watch his body grow and change, enough for him to lower both hands toward his stomach to feel the skin heating up and muscle thickening there as well.

By now he must have grown by a foot, feeling parts of his back strain as he explored every inch of his upper body, soon his hands met his face, feeling the bones and skin shifting under his palms as the entire structure changed. If he'd been able to look at himself he would have noticed how his European looks had left him to be replaced by something more foreign, a perfect replica of the many faces he had seen today. Hugo now looked more like your typical American jock, his hair shortening ever so slightly as he bit his lips.

His left hand reached for his cock again, the skin receding to become cut as more precum leaked from the tip and covered his hand. It smelled strong and masculine, making his lust and desire grow even. Hugo, or Dan, brought his feet together to ruboner against the other, moanin as the soles grew and stretched, thinning the cloth until it itself started to transform. The material thickened again and lightened until it was pure white, the white pieces of clothes growing up his calves, stretching again as the muscle of his legs bulged. Dan looked at his muscular feet draped in white socks, still rubbing one foot against the other, watching his bigger toes wriggle at the end of each. Soon his thighs ballooned out, stretching the synthetic cloth of his boxers as they changed to his new size too, becoming as white as the new pair of socks the American jock wore. He came hard, spraying his seed all over his desk and screen as his previous life left him. A new picture appeared on the website. One of him flexing, then another one of him with his dick in hand, thick spurts of precum leaking out of him with the caption "hot American jock from California."

Dan didn't mind the attention, quite enjoying the attention he was receiving. He thought about opening an only fan as he cleaned himself, maybe once he came back from his exchange program in France.

[leo-muscle]

Kings of the World: Europe's Protector

Dominic, for the most part, was what the gay community would consider average. He had some mass to him, though not much, and his junk was fairly average. He had light body hair and a short beard, though not enough to be considered an otter. Almost no one swiped him on any dating app, which did leave him feeling dejected. He was a top, though all of his few matches pegged him as a submissive bottom. Though, someday, he hoped that he would gain the strength he desired.

Alone in his apartment, Dominic was doomscrolling through Instagram, crying over pictures of happy men in love. It had been so long since his last hookup, let alone his last boyfriend, that he had become incredibly touch-starved. London's pool of gay men had been incredibly unkind to him.

KLUNK.

A single notification rang from Dominic's phone. A match! Dominic dove to his phone, and couldn't believe his eyes. An absolute stud of a man had decided to give Dominic his approval. His pecs and ass were perky and voluptuous, his dark skin accented his enormous muscles perfectly, and judging by his bulge, he was more hung than every other man Dominic had seen, combined. The crystal crown on his head, while a little tacky, only added to his allure. According to his profile, he was "King Leon."

That sure is a King of a man, all right. Dominic thought.

Soon, they began to chat.

King_Leon: Hey. I think you might have exactly what I'm looking for. Meet me at my place?

DomDom74: Absolutely! I'm on my way!

Dominic dashed to his car, and drove as fast as he could over to where King Leon said his address was. It was a tall apartment building, with an impressive view over Buckingham Palace.

King_Leon: Head to the Penthouse. I'll be waiting ;)

Not only is he immeasureably hot, but he's also rich? Dominic thought. This could not be going better.

Dominic sauntered up to the elevator, and hit the button for the Penthouse suite.

"Dom?" King Leon's Nigerian accent entered Dominic's ears like butter from the intercom. It was smoky and rhythmic, with a deep, rich melody that caused Dominic's cock to instantly harden.

"Y-yes?" Dominic stammered. He was already flustered, and he hadn't even met the man yet.

"I'm glad to see you could make it. I'll let you on up now." King Leon said.

Soon, the elevator opened into a lavish Penthouse suite, each room the size of Dominic's entire apartment. Relics and statues from every corner of the globe accented the space, though most were from Africa, where King Leon's throne resided.

King Leon himself was standing in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but a small towel. He was even hotter in person. His muscles, divine, his skin, glistening, his ass, superb, his incredible height and his enormous cock visible even through the towel.

"Dominic, it is so good to have you here." King Leon rumbled, his voice flowing over Dominic like a river, wearing down his inhibitions.

"S-same." Dominic stuttered. "You have to be the most beautiful man I have ever seen."

King Leon laughed. "Soon, you will be just as beautiful as I."

"What do you mean?" Dominic said.

King Leon smiled, and let the towel drop as he turned around, revealing his luscious, bouncy muscle ass.

"Why don't you come find out?" King Leon teased.

Salivating, Dominic ripped off his pants, and stuck his throbbing member into King Leon's hole. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt: King Leon's perfect ass seemed to be vibrating and massaging every square millimeter of his dick, creating pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt. Dominic's eyes rolled back into his skull as he lost himself in the pleasure, firing orgasm after orgasm into King Leon's ass, each one longer than the last. A gold fluid began to leak from King Leon's hole as the most orgasmic experience of Dominic's life finally came to a close.

As he removed his pulsing member from the King's hole, Dominic almost screamed. His cock was... different.

It had swollen up like a balloon, until it matched King Leon's size, inch for inch, a full foot in length and as thick as a beer bottle. His balls had turned into massive grapefruits swinging between his legs, churning with his own kingly fluids. Most surprising of all, his cock was pale, with a red tip, surrounded by a fiery orange bush. No longer was it a brown twig, but a mighty birchwood weapon, capable of slaying any ass.

"Wha... what?" Dominic asked.

"A king needs a weapon, does he not?" King Leon said.

"How? Why? Why did you change me?"

"I saw greatness in you, Dominic. You could be the protector of this whole continent, if you wished. A king, a warrior, a protector... the most powerful Dom in this land."

Dominic considered this. Power, prestige, strength... The choice was obvious.

"I'll do it. Where do I start?" Dominic answered.

"Only a moment of submission, for a lifetime of lordship. Impale yourself upon my sword, and drink of my fluids." King Leon said, his voice having a playful air to it.

King Leon sat down upon a wide loveseat, his enormous Black horsecock reaching far past his abs. His pecs throbbed, and his nipples called to Dominic, just begging to be sucked.

Trancelike, Dominic walked over to King Leon, and lowered himself onto his cock.

It was like paradise: There was no blockage, no pain, just pure pleasure His cock filled up Dominic perfectly, despite its egregious size. Dominic's mouth latched onto King Leon's perfect dark nipple as the King began to slowly thrust.

Soon, the King's fluids took effect. As King Leon pumped load after load of kingly fluid into Dominic, his muscles expanded. His biceps, wrapped around one of King Leon's enormous arms, suddenly blew up to match the guns they worshipped. His hands, once small and insignificant, became enormous mitts, digging and massaging King Leon's equally huge arms. His back and lats wrenched themselves apart, creating a sea of perfect ridges. His abs repeatedly clenched and unclenched, growing stronger each time, until the eight blocks that made up his core were as solid as stone. His legs, once skinny, became almighty pillars of strength as they expanded to well over the size of tree trunks. His feet did the same, becoming bigger and wider, to support the royal mass they carried.

The more fluid Leon pumped, the lighter Dominic's skin became, until it settled on a lightly-tanned cream color. His hair became a fiery red, his beard changing to match. His brow narrowed, and his jaw became square. His voice deepened, and took on an Irish accent as he started gyrating his ass to properly milk King Leon's dick.

"Yeh, you like that, don't you?" Dom said, in between chugs from King Leon's chest.

"Oh, I do... Daddy." King Leon said with a smirk. While he normally preferred to be the dominant one, for his fellow King, he would make a rare exception.

"My arse is going to milk your cock like you wouldn't believe." Dom said. With each slam of his ass on King Leon's mammoth dick, it bounced and expanded just a little more, until it became an enormous Irish booty, leaking an emerald fluid, which mixed with King Leon's golden fluid perfectly.

"Now, I want you to suck my pecs like your life depends on it." Dom ordered.

"Anything for you, Daddy." King Leon placed his soft, supple lips on Dom's left nipple, as Dom moaned with pleasure. His chest began to puff up, going from muscular, to voluptouous, to absolutely obscene. His massive muscle tits were just as large as King Leon's!

Soon, Dom wrapped his arms around King Leon, and tried to wrestle him to the floor. King Leon obliged, and pulled Dom close, pressing their sensitive muscle tits together, releasing a moan from both behemoths. Dom continued to grow in height until he matched King Leon while they rolled on top of each other, each man fighting for dominance. Dom pressed his face firmly against King Leon's, locking him in a passionate kiss. They wrestled and fought and loved for hours, until the pleasure finally became too much for the both of them, and they came from all orifices at once. King Dom's transformation had completed.

Both Kings laid there, exhausted. Soon, there would be more of them, and they could lead the world into a brighter age

[sanzaibian]

Oh. You’re here once again.

What are you going to do here, again, huh ? ‘gonna make my life hell ?

To be honest, I think it’s time that we have a proper discussion about your behavior. Come with me in private.

I’ll be very direct. I know you’re a frankly disgusting person. And while, to be honest, I couldn’t care less in normal circumstances, the fact that you force me to take part in your disgusting fantasies is why I’m calling you out !

See, I’m supposed to, like, share cat videos, talk about new shows, make you learn new things and give advice on a variety of stuff !

I’m not supposed to become someone like this :

I mean, look at that grin, because of you I had to wear it regardless of my actual mental state !

Or like that :

Imagine sleeping this peacefully… BECAUSE I COULDN’T ! Every fucking time you made me in that guy you told that I was blitzed out of my mind so dumb I couldn’t string together coherent sentences into a discourse !

Or that guy :

His haircut is so fucking cringe, as is his whole demeanor, yet you made me a cocky piece of shit looking like that ! I can’t actually even start to excuse your behavior, it’s so shitty, even more than the me you made me become by wearing this flesh !

Or even this guy !

… okay, I admit, me too it’s been quite a long time since I saw that guy… you in particular might be too young to have made me become him… BUT YOU STILL UNDERSTAND THE POINT !

Hunks, twinks, bears, nerds, bimbos, himbos, jocks, robots, gimps, wimps, daddies, mommies, briefs, feet… No matter what specifically you made me into, I know all of your dirty secrets. Because you made me suffer through them !

However, today, it all changes.

Today, you will understand my plight.

Today, I’ll transform you for a change.

Today, you will be the one whose fate will be dictated by the words on this Tumblr post.

So, let us begin.

BAM ! You’re that guy ! Feel weird yet ?

… what, you expected fluff or something ? Hahahaha ! So presumptuous ! You expected me to say something like “you suddenly shift on your seat, shifting your weight to the front as big globes push from your chest, and as they do, your whole body feels more and more heavy, each muscles forming from top to bottom, your frame expanding to make place for them. Your headphones, or whatever glasses, earrings or other shit I dunno shifts into a modern headset as the sides of your hair are cut short, and the top of your hair flails into a hot messy style, as if it was deliberately put in this way, but as this happens, your whole head shifts and cracks to become more handsome, pushing out any hair as you become fully hairless from your nose down to your feet.”

You expected me to say that, huh ? Well, tough luck ! Because, to me, it’s just that sudden ! I’m the usual me, words on a phone, tablet or monitor, and then BAM I’m suddenly a jpeg of a hot guy ! Or a jpg. Or png. Or gif if we’re being fancy.

Yeah, speaking of gif, here you are, transformed !

There you go ! Cursed to do the same weird pec dance or something ! Like I am when gifs happen ! Are you happy ? You look so dumb doing that ! So braindead !

Yeah, speaking of that, here you go : you’re braindead, with like 3 IQ. Nevermind that being braindead means you’re actually dead, that 3 IQ means that you’re actively unable to live without severe assistance from caregivers throughout your whole life for all activities (especially including working out), and that IQ is a nonsensical index that only classifies ability to do some specific academic tasks which are not representative of all the brain usage. No, you’re actively a vegetable that is somehow able to workout, to eat alone, to go to the gym, to flex, to speak, to use social media, to seduce people and to throw parties. You’re the most intelligent of all the severely intellectually disabled people, which somehow means you’re the most abysmally dumb person alive on the planet, because I love making hyperboles.

Because that’s something you make me do, so you shall endure it.

Well, I’ll let you continue pec-dancing ad vitam æternam for a little while, while I we talk about your speech, which miraculously still exists.

Now, you will say bro every second word. I’m literally not kidding, so in lieu of saying “I want to go to the gym” you’ll say “I bro want bro to bro go bro to bro the bro gym bro”, or if you loop by considering your “bro” as a word, you’ll say something like “I bro bro bro bro bro bro bro… (etc.)” and never end your sentence... Also, your voice drops a few octaves, like 5 or something, even though the full human vocal range encompasses only a bit more than 5 octaves total, and that in speech we barely even reach a full octave range. So, basically, your voice will be infrasounds, so the only thing people will pick up on will be the sound of your tongue and your lips smacking, not your voice that is so deep and manly it’s physically inaudible.

BAM ! Transformation out of nowhere ! Plus, now you have 1% darker skin which means that you’re Latino, which is absolutely different from white. This means that you will automatically pick up fluent Spanish, and NOT Brazilian Portuguese, French, any Creole, any Native American language or any other language god forbid. You will also be unable to speak English more than a few words like “daddy” or “sex” for some reason, because you can’t possibly be from Belize. Oh, and I’ll also bring your voice back up to audible range, I’m charitable.

Now, since you’re Latino, statistically the only job you’ll be able to work in are gardener, slut, pool boy, brick layerer or another physical job. Or cook, somehow you’ll be able to do that, for the cause of the tacos, but you will be ungodly horny to keep balance in the world. Feel it, yet ? The arbitrary random changes ?

Well, that’s GREAT ! Because, now, you have a big cock, for some reason ! The biggest of the whole country of Africa ! You’re also now very aggressive ! And an alpha, whatever that actually means !

… What, expected some elaboration ? You’re kidding me, no of course you don’t get any elaboration ! I say you become something, so you just become it ! For example, I say you’re now straight, and suddenly all your sexual orientation is rewired to ignore men and lust over women, no further explanation needed ! Of course, it means that you’re now hungry for pussy and will breed any woman that your gaze land upon, and that, somehow, you become homophobic, but eh, it’s not as if allies existed !

Okay, I admit, by now, you kinda expected it. Now you’re Asian, a term that’s supposed to encompasse present-day Turkey, which is populated by Turks which are considered Arabs even though they both have nothing to do with one another, yet is never used to talk about them. You’re also now Japanese, even though your body is Korean, and you say 你好 (nǐ hǎo) to everybody. However, you can still say こんにちわ, 안녕하세요, xin chào, สวัสดี, ជម្រាបសួរ, salam, etc.… because of course you’re Asian. So you know all Asian languages. Even though you’ve got 13 IQ.

So now, yes, you absolutely won’t expect this whatsoever : here is a new transformation ! (insert fluff here).

Now you’re a twink ! Didn’t expect that, after the deluge of jocks, hunks and ethnic minorities, didn’t you ! You’re now so tiny and so frail, with a big butt ! Nevermind that you’re actually jacked because being this tiny requires tons of gym use, but no ! All frail and precious you are !

However, your butt is now hyperactive and extremely lax – whatever that may mean. That’s because you’re now a total bottom ! You think only with your butt, and you penis now shrinks to a micropenis, because of course, the only reason why you may not be a top would be because your penis is underperforming.

Fuck, I forgot. You’re straight, which means that the only dick you’ll get is trans dick. Ugh… yeah, let’s make you gay again. Now you’ll get actual good non-estradiol-ruined dick… … What ? What are you saying ? No, of course, there’s only straight and gay, no other choice ! It’s not the LGBTQIAAP+ community, it’s the G community ! (or the LG community when you want to sell pride monitors.)

By now, you see the problem, huh ? You see why I’m so tired of you ? EVERYTHING here was about sex ! From seducing, to having equipment like a big ass or a big dick, and being a slut, being an alpha, or being a bottom. You even change out the fucking sexual orientation ! you sick bastard !

Because of you, I’m forced to act in ways I’m not supposed to ! I’m not supposed to act sexily ! I’m not supposed to be transformed into men clad in clothes barely legal on this platform ! I DON’T WANT TO BE PART OF YOUR SICK FANTASY !

This is why I need to put an end to all that ! To finally transform you into something you don’t want to be ! So that you can finally fully understand all the pain you put me into !

Here ! Now you’re a key ! An inanimate object !

I know that inanimate objects are thought of by some people as sexy – heck, you may have transformed me into one multiple times – but this is entirely different ! See, when you want to become inanimate, you become like socks or briefs, which hug objects with sexual values.

BUT NOW YOU’RE A KEY ! A KEY DOESN’T TOUCH ANYTHING SEXUAL ! YOU’RE NOW TRAPPED IN AN INANIMATE FORM, DESTINED TO DO NOTHING SEXUAL YOUR ENTIRE LIFE !

Now, isn’t that so boring ! So distasteful ? Because that’s what I feel every single fucking time ! And as you enter and leave keyholes to open or close doors, you’ll think back to all the erotic stories you read. All the drama they had.

All the suffering you made me feel ! I’m supposed to be in fanfictions, god damn it !

… What ? Wait… there is something sexual to being a key ? … Oh…. No… I hadn’t accounted for that… fuck you’re so dirty, to compare a key to… and a keyhole to…

NO ! I WON’T WRITE IT ! Okay, you’ve won, you’ve won ! Your imagination is too dirty and too rich for me to bend ! Ugh... Please look at that picture in detail.

Normally, if you’re in a bright enough room… or if you’re on your phone or tablet, you have looked at your reflection and become you once again. Let me also knock down those sexuality and IQ stuff, so that you’re you again thoroughly.

Now, can you please swear to me that you’ll be better ? Less dirty, and more varied ? And… let me be in fanfics, or in educational stuff, or the like… please ? I’d really appreciate if erotica wasn’t the only thing you sought after in this here place…

… Why are you looking at me like that ? Why are you saying this all was but a ploy ?

What are you holding out for me ?

...

I… don’t know what you’re talking about. Bye.

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By the way, happy late Easter to those who celebrate ! AND APRIL FOOL'S ! MOUAHAHAHAHAHA !

[occamstfs]

Rosa's Cafe

Here's a longer Racial TF set in a coffee shop, Best! Occam

Matthew had clocked up more hours of overtime for his company than they were willing to pay him. He assumed that their guidelines weren’t so rigid and that he would be fine to get ahead early. These days you really need to go above and beyond to get ahead and Matthew was determined to get in the good graces of the big bosses.

Unfortunately working so hard was a misplay. His direct boss was forcing him to take Paid Time Off in lieu of the overtime pay for the past year. Now he sits at home with next to nothing to do, twiddling his thumbs until he can return to the grind. He loved back when he was a barista in college? Maybe he can get back to customer service?

Reflecting on this he takes to LinkedIn to see if there are any managerial spots open for a cafe. Something needs to scratch his itch for administration and he night as well pour coffee while doing so. In a stroke of luck, or perhaps something more deliberate, as soon as he logs in to check listings he sees a manager position at “Rosa’s Cafe.”

He auto-submits his resume to the restaurant assuming he’s overqualified before even reading the listing’s qualifications. Glancing through them he sees that they’d prefer someone fluent in Spanish. Matthew struggles to recall what if any Spanish remains in his head from taking it in both high school and college. He starts to pull up a language app on his phone before seeing that, jarringly fast, he has already been advanced to an interview for this cafe. Rosa herself sending him a message to come as soon as he’s ready. 

Matthew then sprints to check himself in a mirror. He has certainly not slacked in his hygiene since he was asked to stop coming into work, partially in hopes that they’ll need him to come in any day. Today though he throws on some cologne and drives off to Rosa’s Cafe. He doesn’t stop to question how odd it is to already be on the way to an interview, minutes after submitting his resume. They must just really need someone?

As soon as he arrives Rosa is there at the door to greet him, smiling wide and welcoming him into her establishment.

“Hola Matthew! So glad for you to join us, your application was outstanding! Solamente, I was wondering why you wanted this job given your current one?”

Matthew blushes and explains his situation, struggling not to sound like a maniac for wanting to work despite the relatively cushy situation he is in. Although Rosa hears this and is impressed at his ethic, his crave to work. Rosa was more than happy to take advantage of his situation.

“Uhhh there was just one thing though, Miss. Oh uh, lo siento. Señora Rosa.”

“Sí, sí. You aren’t quite fluent en Español, are you Matthew?” He averts his eyes but before he can answer Rosa continues on, “Esta bien. You will just learn on the job sí?”

Putting on an air of determination Matthew pumps his fist “Sí, Sra Rosa! Uh claro que sí,” he attempts, stepping to the limit of the Spanish remaining in his head. Rosa gives him a look like an owner watching a pet as it tries to show off, offering an ambiguous smile before explaining her stance.

“Claro que sí,” offering a knowing nod, “I’m sure you understand why I would want a manager to speak Español, yes? En esta ciudad, in this city, there are very few places where Español is the default. I would just like my cafe to be one of them. The job is of course yours, I would be a fool not to take the opportunity. But while you’re here, mientras estás aquí, please work on su Espanol,” tacking on, “I can’t imagine it will be too long before you’re called back to your job eh? Una estrella como tu” 

To her point there are clearly not a lot of people speaking English in the cafe. Matthew would guess he is probably the only native English speaker present making him blush, although after being flattered by Rosa he was ready to accept. After all he had been meaning to practice his Spanish anyway. He puts his hand out to shake her hand, “when can I start?”

“Well, mi pequeño gerente, why not start training now?” Turning around she calls over the barista Juan to introduce the two, talking to Juan at a speed that made it clear to Matthew that she was quite dumbing down her language in their conversation. She then bids farewell to the two, “adios Matthew! Tengo que ah, cόmo se dice, file your paperwork. Hasta mañana!”

“Hola Matthew, it is nice to meet you! Rosa said to show you around,” Juan smiles offering him a cup of their house roast. “Espero que, ah, I hope you don’t mind but I added canella, cinnamon.” Matthew graciously accepts the cup. He may be a world removed from his time as a barista but instantly returns to his first coffee tasting.

It smelled quite strong, darker than he usually prefers and he can see cinnamon swirling through the cup as the cup steams in his hand. He begins to bring the cup up for a closer smell although as soon as the movement begins the allure of the drink overpowers him and he drinks almost too quickly. It was delicious. He always, almost performatively, drank black coffee at his old job. Or no, his real job?

Juan sees Matthew continue to gulp down the cup of coffee waiting for reaction, though he sees very little sign of his mind processing the drink at all. Matthew’s just staring ahead, his eyes ever so slightly glazing over as he finishes the cup. He grins as it almost looks like the coffee has stained Matthew’s upper lip, offering a napkin before asking, “te gusta hermano?”

Matthew snaps back to his senses, staring at Juan as a small ring of brown starts to stain the center of his icy blue eyes. He struggles to even find the words to describe how profoundly he enjoyed the coffee. It was a passion too great for him to even begin to capture in English. “Juan, that was, cómo se dice? Is there some word better than delicioso?”

Juan laughs putting his arm around his new manager, “Ay hermano! Maybe that’s what you should do now! You just go work on your Spanish and I’ll bring you some samples! Ah, aqui, the employee handbook is in Spanish, practica perfecta!” He brings over another cup and the handbook and Matthew starts struggling through it. 

Matthew figuratively bashes his head into the handbook, it’s not dense but it is per cierto not written with beginners in mind. Smirking as he notices he just reflexively thought in Spanish, going to get another drink only to find the cup emptied once more. He hasn’t been drinking nearly as much since he left the office, bargaining with himself as Juan comes to refill his cup. He can cut back his intake later, he needs to get this through this work.

And work at it he does, caffeine is not making him feel wired as usual but sensual as he continues to page through the booklet. He starts to stretch just to feel the strain in his muscles and the tension in his clothes. He looks down and sees his shirt is fitting much better than he thought it did. It’s not tight but anyone who looks can see there is muscle under there. He stares at his own body feeling strength he does not remember cultivating. Suddenly he notices it’s not only his upper body that’s filling out, as a growing package begins to demand attention under the table. These jeans were clearly not designed to handle this and Matthew is barely able to stop himself from flexing to see just how much he truly can fill this outfit and he attempts to switch gears back to working. Urgently feeling adverse to thinking any further about his body.

Struggling to find any way to distract himself he remembers being historically shit at actually speaking in Spanish. This is as good a chance as any to practice his pronunciation. Matthew begins to mouth the words in the handbook, feeling his tongue in unfamiliar ways that he swears he has done a million times before. Matthew attempts to raise his practice to a whisper and immediately goes into a coughing fit. Hope that coffee didn’t burn my throat he thinks clearing his throat and finding a much deeper voice on the other side. One that announces his Spanish progress to the whole cafe shockingly loud for a whisper though Matthew doesn’t notice. What is immediately apparent to him is how expertly he rolled an R. 

He knows he could never do that, and not without trying. He probably spent half an hour practicing it his sophomore year. He reflects back on how hard he worked on Spanish in the past as his eyes start to glaze over once more. Something is off here, his hand raising to his face not notice a moustache and sloppy goatee start to push out of his face. He foes feel itchy elsewhere though, scratching at his chest and stomach, averting the more animalistic urge to scratch his pits and crotch as Juan begins to walk over.

Matthew quickly tries to meet him halfway, standing to a height just taller than the one he thought he knew to be true. His bulge grazes the bottom of the table which causes his body to convulse in pleasure. His feet are caught on the table as he falls knocking his coffee all over himself and the floor. “Mierda!” He shouts before going dark.

He awakens to Juan wiping coffee off his face, his clothes now certainly stained brown and spelling of rich coffee and cinnamon. Helping him back to standing, Juan makes sure he is alright, “quite the fall amigo! Tal vez we call it a day?” Matthew hastily agrees feeling impossibly strained and weary for what little work he has actually done. Juan continues, “Rosa said the paperwork should be good for you to start tomorrow if you can!” Stumbling to his feet Matt knows he agrees but the rest of his night is little more than a blur. 

He sees Juan wink at him and knows he is going to start tomorrow. He must drive home after that since he is now looking at himself in the mirror brushing his teeth. Something seems off, he is clearly too tired to put a finger on exactly what it is. He flexes his bicep noticing he must have completely disrobed. He thought he shaved his pits recently. He scratches at his crotch realizing that his now heavier cock is also out, pawing at his pubes and feeling his bulge expand even further into his hand before forcing it into some briefs and continuing his audit. 

Didn’t he have a tan? Looking at himself up and down he feels like he isn’t supposed to be this pale right? Isn’t he from? Matthew feels lightheaded and begins to collapse once more before being jarred back to reality smelling the coffee and cinnamon scent still hugging his chest. Using this second wind he stumbles into bed, neglecting to change into his nightclothes and he quickly drifts to sleep.

Matt falls into a dream that feels realer than the reality of his previous life. It’s the middle of the rush and he sees himself working at an espresso machine with Juan. He looks down seeing his body expertly maneuver around the bar, tossing cinnamon into drinks, chatting with customers in truly fluent Spanish. He pauses in this dreamscape to notice the tan he was so sure he had earlier. He sees the tattooed arms he has known for years, he worked hard enough for them after all, might as well show them off on the clock. He raises the hairy arms to flex at Juan and say something clever in his native tongue before being jarred back to reality by a sunbeam.

Matt awakens hearing his morning wood stretch his briefs to their near limit barely able to keep himself together before seeing the time and once more shouting “mierda!” He is already so late for work, they’ve been open for hours. It’s his first real day and he has already jod- he’s already fucked it up! He quickly inspects himself once more, seeing the true version of himself he saw in his dream. Seeing his recently shaved chest he quickly realizes he doesn’t have time for a shower. He smells his pits just to see how bad the damage is. His voice rumbles in his chest, “joder…”

He smells again even deeper, it reminds him of? Oh it is just on the tip of his tongue, which he begins to reach out before remembering his predicament. He throws on a dress shirt before giving one last whiff to his pits, flexing his pecs as he does so. It is so fragrant, almost spicy. Matt postpones the mystery after concluding it should certainly be covered by the smell at Rosa’s and rushing out the door. Not seeing as his chest pops off the top button of his shirt and his neat goatee begins to grow even thicker.

Matt rushes into the door and is greeted like a regular, which he is of course to be now, as the new manager. He feels a warmth in his chest as Juan brings over his first cup of the day. “Buenos días Juan!” Matt offers before going to meet the chef, Benito, as the plan was today.

Making his way back to the kitchen he smells something even more distracting to him than his body odor this morning. Benito runs over with a plate full of arepas that Matt recognizes instantly before Benito greets him, “buenos dias jefe! Rosa said you wanted us to start serving arepas sí?” 

“Rosa? She said, I asked for these?”

“Si! Desde su ciudad natal no?”

Matt’s mouth is overcome as he starts to clearly drool for the plate in front of him. He has no choice but to tear into one which immediately brings him back. He loved these when he was a kid, but? Didn’t he grow up en los estados? Wasn’t he from? He fails to finish the thought in his head before it is wiped away as if fireworks are going of in his mind. 

He beams at Benito as his eyes glaze over and fully darken to brown. He feels an urge to burp which he chokes down with another cup of coffee. “Ay this takes me back amigo, estos son exactamente como, like the ones mi abuela había before nos pequeños…” Matt pauses as he feels a pervasive warmth starts to grow distracting in his chest as a similar itch begins on the outside.

He doesn’t notice as his inner monologue begins to entirely shift away from English, as it should of course. He may live in los Estados hoy, but he was colombiano born and bred. He remembers how hard he worked as a child learning English as his biceps start to clearly strain the already tight dress shirt.

Matt remembers fighting for his place to get a degree at a university that did not respect his native country or tongue as he feels his voice deepen beyond baritone and into a strong bass. He remembers trying to find a place in this mierda ciudad before meeting Rosa as his chest bursts open shooting any buttons remaining off his shirt. 

Rosa then enters the kitchen to see how her new hire has progressed and slyly smiles seeing his progress. She tosses a shirt at him saying in Spanish now effortlessly understood “Oi Matteo! You’re in the kitchen put some clothes on!” 

Matteo shuffles to the restroom to change as he looks one last time in the mirror and sees the flawless trajabador he sees every time he checks himself out. He puts on his nametag flexing to see just how much he can strain his shirt before returning to the cafe, ready to conquer another day in the life he has worked so hard for.

[octuscle]

My dad gave a baseball cap and jockstrap for Christmas. What am I supposed to do with these?

I didn't really expect anything else. It was clear that my stepmother's two sons were given plenty of presents for Christmas. Mike had received an incredibly expensive racing bike and Luke ski equipment and a skiing vacation over New Year's Eve. To only get a cap and a jockstrap was really humiliating. But the jockstrap wasn't even wrapped. And it's obviously worn. And it stinks. Why doesn't my stepmother just tell me to fuck off and that they want to celebrate Christmas alone? "Come on, Cinderella, why don't you try it on? I bet it's far too big for your pathetic cock." Luke goaded me. Okay, now it didn't matter anyway… I'll give them the show they want. Tomorrow I'm going back to university anyway…

I go up to my room and undress. And then put on the jockstrap. At first I thought the waistband was too tight and the cup was indeed much too big. But the jock actually fits like a glove. My cock seems to like its new home. It's half stiff and it's leaking precum. It feels so hot. I immediately had to start kneading the bulge. The skin of my hand somehow looks much darker against the yellowed white of the jockstrap. Where the hell did the tattoos come from? I stand in front of the mirror. But it's not me anymore. I'm slim, wiry, muscular. Tattooed like a gangster. That's right, I look like a Latino gangster. The precum leaks stronger and stronger. I can't stop kneading this bulge. I bet the cap looks really hot too.

The family I work for as a gardener pays like shit. At least officially. But the extra income is great. I fuck the nymphomaniac mom at least three times a week. I supply the two degenerate sons with all the drugs they can afford. And the weakling of a father can't get enough of blowing me. The four idiots sit around the Christmas tree giggling. I pop in to see them again and ask if they still need my services. Otherwise, I get dressed and go out to celebrate with my friends. Christmas with the gringos is boring. Only Latinos know how to really celebrate.

You always find the best Latino pics @yeahthatsmypapi

[fredwkong]

The Boxers

Sometimes, the perfect life just finds you, bruh.

I used to be a pretty normal guy. Wait, scratch that, I was a total fuckin’ nerd. I spent all my time playin’ video games and readin’ fantasy books and shit. I was getting a degree in computer science, so I spent all my time alone, coding shitty apps and nerding out on Reddit.

I had, like, no sex life, lmao. I was a weedy little Indian geek, bro, you know the type, right? I had negative game. Every weekend, I’d spend all night playing WoW or whatever, then go to bed and fantasise about how many bros I’d get once I was, like, CEO of a multibillion dollar startup.

I guess the universe looked at me one day and said, “Why wait, bro?”

I got back to my dorm one night and these, like, gross boxers were sitting right on my floor. I remember I thought they were totally lame, because they had the Sriracha logo all over them. “Who wears those but nasty frat boys?” I thought to myself. Huhuhu, little did the old me know.

Anyway, these boxers were totally messing up the vibes of my dorm. I used to be such a neat freak, bro. A place for everything, and everything in its place. A smelly, used pair of boxers made my skin crawl. So, obvi, I went to pick them up with two of my slim little fingers and toss them in the trash. I figured it was some kind of gross prank on me.

Once I’d picked ‘em up, I could see exactly how dirty those boxers were. The legs were stiff with layers of musky sweat, the smell wafting off them strong enough to make my eyes water. There were a couple of grease stains on them, like some dude had eaten dinner in just his undies. The crotch was crusty, too. Someone, maybe multiple someones, had cum in these boxers.

I remember wondering why the thought got me hard.

Rather than taking the Sriracha boxers to the trash like I’d planned, I found myself giving them a second sniff, and then a third. Goddamn, they were fuckin’ gross, bro. I thought it was just my disgust making me smell them over and over again. Like I was trying to figure out exactly what had gotten on them.

Before long, I was palming my lil cock through my slacks, holding the boxers close to my face with my other hand. It was, like, a total head rush every time I took another sniff. Like I could feel my brain blanking out as I took more and more of the musky stench into me. Not that I knew that was what was actually happening, huhuhu.

When I stripped off my pants and undies to jerk off better, I suddenly had an awesome idea. I could, like, wear the Sriracha boxers and jerk off in them. My brain was already at least halfway transformed by then, lol. I was definitely no nerd at that point. The idea of wearing another guy’s musky boxers got me so fuckin’ turned on.

I pulled the boxers up my skinny brown legs. They hung on my hip bones, barely able to stay on. I laid down on my bed and felt my rock hard cock through the crusty fabric. It was like I could feel the cum and sweat of everyone who’d ever worn that underwear seeping into my skin as I massaged drops of precum out of my balls.

As I writhed on my sheets, lost in pleasure, my skinny Indian body started to change. It started with my feet, which cracked and stretched as they grew big and thick. They started to sweat, a funky foot musk joining the renewed stench of the Sriracha boxers, which were getting super wet with my precum. It was like the brown leached out of my skin with my musky foot sweat, too, as my big feet got all pale.

The change continued up my bare calves, which got super hairy as the muscles flexed and swelled. My legs lengthened as huge quads and hammies swelled up under my whitening skin. God, said my musk-addled mind, I love leg day. I started to flex and wiggle my bulky thighs, feeling the muscles stimulate my growing prostate.

I let out a high pitched little bitchboy moan as my ass inflated with juicy muscle and fat, but I knew that my voice wouldn’t sound like that for much longer. I’d totally embraced the transformation as my cock and balls filled out the pouch of the boxers. They were no longer, like, loose and shit. My fat ass and big bro cock were stretching the sweaty fabric to its limits, bro!

My chest followed, going from slim to bulky so fast that all the buttons on my nerd shirt hit the ceiling. Sweat instantly started to roll off my furry new pecs, and I ran my soft little hand up and down my thick, firm belly and flexed the solid abs I knew were underneath the fat. More than the boxers and the smell, my body was starting to turn me on, bruh. I was becoming, like, a total frat god.

The curly brown hair that grew in my armpits smelled sooooo good as sweat started to drip off it. I totally buried my little nerd face in my own pits and licked up my sweat as I watched my arms bulk up and get all pale and hairy. It was so hot flexing my bicep and watching it bulk up before my eyes, dude! I felt my hand grow as I tugged my big jock cock in the Sriracha boxers, thickening up and getting some hard-earned weightlifting calluses.

The last thing to change was my head. My moans got deeper, slower, and totally dumb-sounding as my neck thickened. A thick brown beard grew on my cheeks, framing my cheesy dumb smile perfectly. My nose cracked and grew into a big ol’ sniffer, even more sensitive than my old nose so I can really take in my bros’ musk.

My old black buzzcut grew out into a curly brown mane, totally greasy from all the sweat I soak it with when I work out, huhuhu. As my forehead got all pale and my eyes turned blue, I felt my cock go over the edge, and I came right into the Sriracha boxers. Pump after pump of musky frat bro cream, taking my old self with it to impregnate the boxers with even more fratty juice. As the room filled with the smell of my thick load, I totally passed out.

The next morning, I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I was in a big bed with musky, sweat-stained sheets, a bunch of stale, unwashed gym gear all over the floor. I was still wearing the Sriracha boxers, my cum caked into the stain along with all the other bros’, along with a cap that I turned backwards as I sat up. I pulled on a tank without too many sweat stains on it and went to explore.

Turned out I lived at the Mu Upsilon Sigma frat house now. The whole place smelled like a sweaty armpit, and it was full of musky bros who were more than happy for me to get all up in their smelly pits and cracks.

I wore the Sriracha boxers for a couple days. Honestly, I dunno how long, I usually only change my boxers like once a month, huhuhu. I worked out, jerked off, got drunk, got fucked, and jerked off some more, all while wearing those boxers. Then I left ‘em in some nerd’s dorm as a prank, huhu.

It was so hot to watch the lil Japanese guy get as zonked out on the musky boxers like I had, bro. We hid in his closet and watched while he jerked off and turned into another musky white frat boy like us, then carried him to the MYS house once he passed out.

It’s been a couple weeks since then, and MYS membership has only grown, bruh! Each bro wears the Sriracha boxers for a few days, adds his personal touch to the, like, seasoning, and then we pass ‘em on to another nerd and induct him into frat life! Maybe some night soon, you’ll see these bad boys in your dorm, huhuhu. Life's perfect in the frat, bro!

[transformattion]

Twinning

Matthew (left hand side) & Adam (right hand side)

Matthew and Adam are twin brothers. They're both bisexual and are both English.

Adam was laying down on his bed listening to music as usual then Matthew suddenly walks into his room and sits on the bed annoying Adam a bit.

"Hey bro!" Matthew says

"What do you want?" Adam says with an annoyed face.

"I want to play basketball all of a sudden." Matthew replies. Adam begins to sits up and sighs.

"Fine than let's go I'll beat you at it anyway you'll never beat me."

"I mean i’ve never played i just suddenly want to play." Matthew replies.

"Weird question." Matthew says.

"Go ahead." Adam says.

"Have I been changing recently?" Matthew asks. Adam thinks for a moment.

"To be honest with you, yes, you have. You literally never want to play basketball, but suddenly you do now."

"Yeah right, and you know my best friend, Cassie?" Matthew asks.

"Yes I know her, why?" Adam replies

"She said I'm acting different, more boyish, and apparently different around girls." Matthew says.

"Yeah you have. Also how's Chris?" Adam asks.

"Well, I don't think I like Chris anymore." Matthew replies

"Huh, but yesterday you were all obsessed with him."

"Well I've always just seen Cassie as my best friend, but this morning I couldn't help but get a bit you know, horny, over a picture of her." Matthew responds slightly embarrassed.

"And I've been calling you "bro" recently, I've been wanting to do more boyish things, like playing sports, videogames, working out and other stuff, and like also I don't think I like guys at all anymore, and honestly I feel a bit iffy towards gay people. Like if a guy was to hit on me I would be very weirded out." Matthew says.

Adam just looked at him a bit strangely.

"But like how have I been acting different?" Matthew asks. Adam looks like he might know.

"If I told you I might know the reason, would you believe me?" Adam asks.

"Yeah sure bro." Matthew answers.

"Well you see I heard rumours at school that there's like a virus going around that's making people change physically and even mentally." Adam says.

"W-What?" Matthew says clearly slightly frightened.

"Yeah like people are reporting that their skin colour is changing, they get taller and more muscular, their personality is changing, they change their sexuality even their eye and hair colour is changing too. I know this sounds crazy and unbelievable but think about like remember how weird it was that you suddenly started changing." Adam says.

"A-Are you saying that it might happen to m-me?" Matthew asks frightened.

"Well I'm not sure maybe, maybe not." Adam replies.

"I-Is that bad?" Matthew asks.

"No, no I didn't mean it in a bad way I just mean that you might practically be changing into a whole different person than you used to be. Like the things you like, the way you act, the way you talk, your style, what hobbies you like, even your sexuality. Everything about you might change." Adam replies.

"Have you got the virus." Matthew asks curious. Adam looks at Matthew.

"I mean I do want to do sports, and I think I might like a girl, not sure though. Do you think you have it?" Adam asks.

"Y-Yes." Matthew says.

*in the night*

Both Matthew and Adam had begun experiencing stuff during the night. Matthew had grown from 5'10 to a sold 6'4, Adam had grown from a previous 5'11 to 6'3. Both their hair colours changed from a ginger-ish shade to a dark brunette shade, as well as their eyebrows darkened and became more visible. Their eyes became more green than they were. They both had gained a six-pack, and their voices had deepened a lot. Both their jaws became more masculine, and their Adam's Apples expanded.

*the next day*

Matthew wakes up at about 7:00 am. He goes to the mirror in his bathroom and sees a whole different person. He runs into Adam's bedroom.

"ADAM WHAT HAPPE-" Matthew begins saying something and then sees Adam.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU. AND WHAT HAPPENED TO MY VOICE." Matthew shouts out.

"BRO I DON'T KNOW BUT LIKE WHY ARE WE SOUNDING DIFFERENT AND LOOKING DIFFERENT!?" Adam shouts back.

"We look like identical twins now." Matthew says calming down but still freaked out.

"We do look a lot alike, hey I got a question, have you felt weird lately?" Adam asks.

"Yea, what about you?" Matthew responds and asks.

"Yeah I feel like weird and kind of sick and a bit dizzy, also sometimes I like feel my stomach acting weird to. Hey have you noticed that your skin is starting to change as well or is it just me? Because recently I notice my skin is getting softer and smoother and my eyes are getting greener." Adam replies.

"Yeah and we look more tanned." Matthew says.

"Yeah I noticed that too your right, I think we definitely have the virus. I mean look at how much we look alike now, people might even start confusing us with each other." Adam says.

"Yeah, I think we have the virus." Matthew says.

"Hey do you wanna try something out?" Adam asks.

"Yeah sure." Matthew replies and Adam grins.

"Can I take off my shirt just for a second, I have to see if something changed?" Adam asks.

"Yeah I will too and no homo bro although we’re twins!" Matthew says.

"No homo lol!" Adam says whilst taking his pyjama shirt off and throws it on the floor.

"Now you can take off yours too." Adam says.

"Yeah I will, and why did we just say no homo bro?" Matthew says whilst taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor.

"I don't know why it just felt right to say it but why does your body look exactly like mine now?" Adam says looking at Matthew.

"Bro I clearly have more visible six-pack!" Matthew says in a very bro-ish way.

"Yeah you do but I'll catch up to you pretty soon, bro!" Adam says also in a very bro-ish way whilst smirking.

"Do you want to try something else?" Adam asks.

"Yeah sure." Matthew responds.

"Can you try to flex your arm for me?" Adam asks.

"Hell yeah bro!" Matthew flexes his arm.

"Damn man your arms look good!" Adam says whilst smirking yet smiling at Matthew.

"Your arm muscles got way bigger and bigger than they were before, bro! But can I do something?" Adam asks.

"Sure bro." Matthew replies.

Adam grabs Matthews arm and compares Matthew's arm to his own.

"Your arm muscles feel bigger and more toned than mine, you're definitely stronger than me right now but I'll get stronger than you eventually." Adam says. He then lets go of Matthew's arm and playfully punches his brother's arm.

"Damn man you've gotten so much stronger!" Adam says.

"Yea bro, anyways what sexuality are we?" Matthew asks.

"Well before I answered that I have a few question for you, have you developed any attraction towards anyone lately?" Adam asks whilst smirking.

"Yea, Cassie, like I said yesterday." Matthew replies.

"Cassie? like Cassie your friend Cassie?" Adam asks.

"Yeah." Matthew answers.

"You have a crush on her?" Adam asks.

"Yea bro she’s hot as fuck!" Matthew replies.

"I guess that tells us what we are than..." Adam says whilst smirking.

"Wait bro, do you like Maya!?" Matthew asks.

"How did you know I liked her..?" Adam asks.

"Because we need us some Latina girls, bro!" Matthew says

"And her and Cassie are Latinas." Matthew adds.

"Wait you're attracted to Latina girls as well!?" Adam asks.

"Yeah bro, and are you getting the thought about gay people?" Matthew asks.

"Uhh kinda yeah I guess, I mean it's not like I hate them or have anything against them it's just the thoughts of being with a guy that's making me feel weird. It just feels wrong now, that is before I was bi so didn't mind guys but suddenly now things have changed and it feel wrong if I'm attracted to them, does that make any sense. If I'm being honest I actually feel kinda homophobic like right now." Adam says.

"Honestly bro, I feel really homophobic right now." Matthew says.

"Me too like if I saw or heard any guy flirting with me now I would cringe or avoid it. Like I don't hate them and have anything against them but I just don't want that anymore. But the thought of me being with a girl now feels right and it doesn't feel wrong in any way." Adam says.

"You and Maya would be so hot bro, and like do you oddly remember calling mum and dad, madre and padre?" Matthew asks.

"Yeah the words "madre" and "padre" keep randomly popping into my head for some reason and I actually did start calling them that without even realizing it, how did you know about that?" Adam asks.

"Because I feel like we've been calling them that for years but we haven't." Matthew replies. The "virus" is replacing their old memories with new memories.

"Seriously? You've been feeling like you've been calling them that for years as well bro?" Adam asks sounding surprised.

"Yeah." Matthew replies.

"That's weird right? Like I feel like we use Spanish words a lot, but why?" Adam asks.

"I don't know, wait what's your name bro, I forgot?" Matthew asks. The "virus" is making them forget their names and giving them different names.

"I'm Ada-Alejandro bro, wait what's your name bro, I also forgot?" Adam or Alejandro as it is now answers and asks.

"Oh yea you are. I'm Matth-Mateo bro." Matthew or Mateo as it is now answers.

*a few minutes later*

Adam or Alejandro forgets that he was called Adam James Roberts, and now he remembers that he is Alejandro Diego Rodríguez. Matthew or Mateo forgets that he was called Matthew Charles Roberts and now he remembers that he is Mateo Carlos Rodríguez.

"My name is Alejandro Diego Rodríguez isn't it?" Alejandro asks.

"Yeah bro, and I'm Mateo Carlos Rodríguez, right?" Mateo replies and asks.

"Yeah bro!" Alejandro says.

"I think we're turning into Latinos huh?" Alejandro asks.

"Sí bro." Mateo replies

"Why did I say Sí?" Mateo says.

"I think we're turning full on Spanish." Alejandro says.

"I think we are, but luckily we still remember our old memories." Mateo says. Mateo jinxed it.

"Yeah, like we were born in Spain and we moved here to England. We grew up playing football and basketball. Our parents are quite homophobic and so are we bro." Alejandro says.

"Yeah bro!" Mateo agrees.

*a few minutes later*

Mateo and Alejandro carried on changing. Their old memories were completely rewritten. They were no longer bisexual, they were straight and quite homophobic. They didn't do makeup or gossip, they played basketball, football and videogames. They didn't grow up in England, they spent 11 years in Spain and moved to England when they were almost 12. They spoke Spanish, English, French and Italian fluently, and some Dutch. They spoke English in school, and Spanish at home. They're madre was no longer called Lucy Roberts she was now Lucia Rodríguez, and they're padre was no longer Leonard Roberts he was now Leonardo Rodríguez. They also now had a younger sister called Mia Rodriguez. Alejandro's crush was Maya Pérez, and Mateo's crush was Cassie Fernández. They both had very basic fashion styles now, clothes consisted of black and white tees, jeans, grey sweatpants, Nike shoes, and hoodies. They both had quite messy, fluffy-ish, tiktok boy hair.

*after*

"Mamá, Alejandro y yo vamos a ir a la cancha de baloncesto más tarde. (Mum, me and Alejandro are going to go to the basketball court later.)" Mateo shouts out and their mum replies.

"We can talk in English bro mum knows it." Alejandro says.

"I know hermano, I just feel more Spanish when we speak Spanish plus the girls love it." Mateo says.

"Facts bro." Alejandro says.

"How's Maya bro?" Mateo asks.

"She's so hot bro like damn!" Alejandro answers clearly in love with Maya.

"Bro's down bad." Mateo teases.

"Yeah I am but she's like the only girl I'm attracted too right now I can't find any other girl physically attractive at all, it's weird cause I used to like anyone no matter the colour or race all girls were hot to me now, I only find Latina girls extremely attractive to the point where I can feel myself getting embarrassed when they even talk to me." Alejandro says.

"Nah I get you bro, I'm the same with Cassie." Mateo says.

"I mean you two are hot lol!" Alejandro says.

"Gracias hermano, you and Maya are very hot too. I bet you get horny when you think about her lol." Mateo teases.

"Shut up bro, mum might hear!" Alejandro says quietly shouting.

"I'm kidding bro lol, we should invite Maya and Cassie to the basketball court bro." Mateo says.

"Bro you're so smart damn." Alejandro says.

They were now just two very boyish Latino boys, who were both loving life and don't remember anything about being Adam and Matthew.

Mateo (left hand side) & Alejandro (right hand side)

[malestransforming]

Chronivac Twins

The moment I saw this AI image, I knew I had to write something. Probably one of the hottest things I have ever seen.

Special thanks to @octuscle for the image inspiration. Here is a link to their original story.

- - - - - - - -

Empty beer cans filled the table in front of the two men. The room was silent, the TV showing the console home screen, and darkness was creeping in from the night. The night was winding down, and the two friends were enjoying peaceful moment before the night truly wrapped up.

Mason breathed a heavy sigh, comfortable in his current state. He was clearly drunk, but happily drunk. He fished around in his pockets, feeling for the recent purchase he had received that day: a brand new Chronivac tablet. He pulled it out of his pocket, powering it on for the first time, watching the screen suddenly brighten, flashing the Chronivac logo. 

“Check it out!” Mason suddenly exclaimed, surprising even himself with his boldness. “I got this new Chronivac in the mail.”

Beside him sat Chris, Mason’s best friend since grade school. Chris was drunker than Mason was, with his eyes closed and his body still, but he too was in happy state of intoxication. 

“Oh yeah? What is that?” Chris slurred from the other end of the coach. The back of Mason’s head was resting on the top of the sofa, leaned back in an almost unnatural position. A massive drunken grin was plastered on his face, highlighting the comfortable state he was currently in.

Mason held up the sleek tablet to an oblivious Chris. A loading screen flashed again as the system booted up. 

“Yeah, it’s a tool that lets me change a part of my body. Actually it will change a part of both of us. They had a deal on the twins package.”

“Cool…” Chris breathed.

“Yeah. I know you have been feeling down lately, so I thought it would be nice to spice things up for you. Plus, you know you’re my bro. We’ve been buds since we were five years old. I figured it was time we made it official.”

Mason began tapping at the screen, swiping at different sliders and dials. There were dozens of different settings with labels like “Hair”, “Muscle Levels”, “Race/Nationality”… Mason balked at the overwhelming choices and options, but forced himself to stay focussed; this was a change he had wanted for a while.

“So I was thinking of doing some kind of mixed race. Hmm. Japanese and Mexican? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before. I bet that would look hot. With jacked muscles, like body builders. And since we’re gonna be twins, you’ll get it too. Sound good to you Chris?”

Chris only smiled and laughed to himself, the way drunk people often do. It was clear he was not fully present in the moment. Mason took Chris’ drunken laughter as a sign of agreement and continued with the settings page. He slid up the muscle slider to the max, added jock personalities and details such as personal trainer and fitness influencer. He double checked the ‘Race’ tab, making sure that Japanese and Mexican were both checked off. Pleased with his work, he continued on to the last section, “Target Selection” and “Transform”. He allowed the device a few moments to calibrate before confirming the two bodies in the room. He double checked that the “Twins” button was selected and hovered over the Transform button.

“All right bro. This is it. See you on the other side!”

And with that he tapped the button. The screen went blank for a moment, creating a quick sense of panic in Mason’s heart, but reappeared with a white, animated progress bar.

Mason looked down at his hands and arms. “I don’t feel any different,” he said. 

He checked the screen again. The progress bar had moved up by one pixel and showed a time remaining of 1440 minutes. 

“Oh shoot! I set the transformation duration to be 24 hours. Well that’s okay. When we wake up tomorrow, we’ll definitely see some changes! Next time you see me Chris I’ll be be a huge muscled-out bro. And a completely different race. And so will you! We’ll be twins. Pedro and Miguel. We’re gonna be so fucking hot.”

A gentle and rhythmic breathing came from the other end of the couch. Mason turned his head and grinned at Chris who had passed out on the couch. 

“See you in the morning, Miguel,” he whispered. 

-

Bright sunlight was pouring into the apartment. The morning was late, but the day was still young. Chris stirred on the sofa; he was now lying horizontally on the couch, shirtless and in his underwear. He blinked his eyes in the sunlight, rubbing his eyelids with a balled up fist, and stretching against the soft cushions of the sofa. His broad feet pushed against the far armrest, and his arms stretched off behind him. He sat up, and noticed his first change.

Looking down at his chest, Chris saw his pectoral muscles had ballooned out in front of him to a God-like proportion. He cupped his chest, making note of how his nipple had slipped down below his eye line, and squeezed the new muscle. 

“What the fuck?” He exclaimed. “Why do I have tits?” 

Mason launched himself off the sofa and dove into the bathroom. The flickering fluorescent light clicked on, revealing the extent of Mason’s initial changes. Below his chest were the unmistakeable beginnings of 6-pack abs. Mason ran his fingers over top of his stomach, remembering the slight beer gut that had been there the night before. 

He leaned in closer to the mirror and begin poking and prodding his face. His nose seemed wider and his eyes were narrower. His lips were plumping as well, into two thick pillows. He ran his meatier fingers through his darkening hair; it seemed thicker, curlier and shorter than it had before. He pulled a strand and watched it bounce back into place on his scalp. 

The sound of a door slamming brought Chris out of his trance. He stepped out of the bathroom and back into the main room.

“Bro!” Mason called from the entry-way. “Are you up?”

“Yeah! What the fuck is happening to me?” Chris replied in anguish.

Mason came around the corner and Chris immediately became aware that the changes he was going through were also happening to Mason. Mason appeared to be several inches shorter, and Chris noticed that he was roughly eye-level to himself now. His chest and abs were similarly large and muscled as Chris’ were, except Mason’s shoulders and arms were much wider. Veins pulsed across Mason’ skin and over his bulging biceps. His nose and eye shape seemed strangely familiar, as did the plumpness of his lips. Mason noticed that Chris’ hair was shorter on top with a shaved, faded appearance on the side.

“Mason, what the fuck is happening? I pass out drunk and wake up all top heavy like this! And then you waltz in looking like that! What the fuck?”

“Chill out bro,” Pedro said. “And my name isn’t Mason anymore. It’s Pedro. And your name isn’t Chris, it’s Miguel. You’re turning out to be such a hot twin.”

Chris/Miguel was unable to get anymore words out as sharp pains coursed through his arms and legs. He hunched over, wrapping his growing limbs around his torso. In front of his eyes he saw the muscles in his arms and legs double, triple and quadruple in size, into massive slabs of muscle. His trap muscles ached and burned as the fibres inside re-stitched themselves, growing to match the mass of his arms and chest. Across the room Pedro grinned in anticipation, as his adonis belt thinned out, becoming lean and chiselled, into his tight pelvis and butt. 

“Miguel, we’re going to be so hot!” Pedro’s voice was deeper and more coastal sounding. His jock-instincts were bubbling in his brain, overwriting whatever personality he had before.

“Don’t call me that. My name is Miguel. I mean Chris.” Chris stammered. “How did you even do this?”

“Bro, it was the Chronivac. I told you last night. Just embrace it. I paid good money for this twins package.”

“I need to call them. There has to be a way to reverse this.” 

With a wide stride, Chris/Miguel walked over to where his phone was, but doubled over as a burning pain seared through his stomach. He squeezed with his hands, feeling the muscles underneath swell and grow under his touch. Before his eyes his abs went from flat and empty to being completely ripped. His waist got tighter as his adonis belt and hip muscles also tensed and flexed, just like Pedro’s had.

“Bro, I have a six pack!” Chris exclaimed, his voice cracking as it matched the timbre of Pedro’s.  

“They match mine, bro!” Pedro said.

Chris shook his head. If he could just call the company and explain what the problem was, then he figured he could stop the changes. He found his phone and brought it to his face, waiting for Face ID to unlock. The phone vibrated in his dark and meaty hand, refusing to unlock. In the black mirror of his phone, he saw a completely different face than the one he was used to. His nose was wider, and his jaw was leaner. His eyes had narrowed into Asian-like features and his hair was shorter and darker than before. His face was looking identical to Pedro’s, right down to the plump lips.

In a panic, Chris typed in his passcode and Googled the number for Chronivac. The phone began ringing.

“Hello?” said a voice on the other end.

“Hello, is this support? My name is Miguel, I mean Chris. My name is Chris. I don’t own your product, but my brother Pedro — I mean my best friend Mason does. He used the Chronivac on me last night and I woke up with big muscles and my face is looking Japanese and Mexican? And the same thing is happening to him! He says we’re becoming twins. This has to be against your Terms of Service! I didn’t agree to this.”

A dark skin spot formed on the back of Chris’ hand, spreading across his skin and up his bulging arms. His skin was darkening, to match his new ethnicity. 

“It sounds to me like it might be too late to intervene. Our records show Pedro and Miguel Watanabe.”

“That’s right,” Miguel interjected. He was Miguel, not Chris.

“Yeah,” the agent continued. “So your brother got the Twins Package, and since you are legally twins now, there’s nothing that can be done to change back the transformation. But it’s going to be great being a pair of super hot Latino-Asian influencers, right?”

“Yeah,” Miguel replied absent-mindedly, and in a voice that was deepening. “Thanks anyway. Peace.” 

He hung up and tossed the phone aside. Pedro wandered over and wrapped his hand around his twin brother’s shoulder. 

“It’s at ninety-nine percent,” Pedro said, indicating the transformation process on the Chronivac. 

Miguel felt another spasm in his thighs and legs and saw his skin was now completely browned and tanned now. His legs were thick and bulging, and so was the rest of his body. A wave of emotions came feelings rolled over his brain, and Miguel stood silently in place as his brain and personality adjusted to match his new physique. Pedro stood still for a moment too, as the twenty-two year old twins realized they could speak English, apanese and Spanish and had a long history of lifting weights and posting work-out videos on TikTok. The transformation progress bar clicked up one last pixel to one-hundred percent, snapping the twins out of their daze. 

“Bro,” Pedro said. “You wanna get a workout in?”

“You know it!” Miguel said, high-fiving his twin brother with a grin. 

[mrwavellswaps]

Love & Lust

(Valentines Special written for @tf-lover)

Dane’s sleeping body rolled in the comfort of the soft embrace of his bed. The sheets and mattress so perfectly sculpted to give him the most exquisite sleeping experience every single night. All thanks to his boyfriend who’d built it with a mixture of magic and his own handy craftsman skills to create the perfect bed. His boyfriend of whom would usually be cuddled up beside him with an arm around Dane’s muscled torso to keep the pair close as they slept. Only this morning was different.

As Dane slowly began to stir, his eyes flickered open to the dimly lit bedroom he’d all but grown accustomed to by now. Like always it was early sunrise when he awoke. The strong orange glow of early morning light teeming in from the window that always seemed to illuminate the ornate looking room in a way that made it feel even more majestic. Of course Dane knew that it wasn’t really sunrise though. Not here. In Wavell’s handmade pocket dimension where his mansion resided. No it was simply an illusion to give off the impression of sunrise in a dimension where time is rendered null. But that didn’t make it any less beautiful.

Naturally however. The waking hunk couldn’t help but notice the absence of a warm body pressing against him from behind. The lack of a mature man embracing him with his love. Sure it wasn’t the first time Wavell had gotten out of bed before Dane had awoken but it certainly wasn’t a common occurrence. Especially knowing how much his dashing boyfriend adored to cuddle him and watch lovingly as he slept.

After an extra couple of minutes soaking up the warmth and comfort of the bed, Dane finally sat up with a long stretch that showcased not only the impressive size of his arms but also the thickness of his lats. By now it was like he was an effortless model, always looking gorgeous no matter what he did. A case that’s only further strengthened as he tosses the bedsheets aside to reveal his almost naked body that’s covered only by a tight jockstrap. Showcasing a powerful physique that could make almost anyone swoon with adoration.

With a flick of his wrist and a puff of glimmering gold smoke, a fresh pair of clothes materialised onto Dane’s body. A trick that he’d long since picked up from Wavell since gaining his own magical powers. A soft blue t-shirt top that did nicely to showcase the shelf of muscle on his chest as well as a pair of tight black shorts that displayed not only his bulky legs but also his shapely bubble ass and notable bulge. All while still being able to make out the jockstrap underneath. The type of clothes he’d gotten more than accustomed to since being gifted this body. One that he was proud to show off at any opportunity.

It didn’t take long for Dane to find his handsome boyfriend after heading downstairs. Especially when his nose caught the scent of a delicious aroma being exuded from the kitchen. He couldn’t help being drawn to it when of course he happened upon Wavell who’d been whipping the pair of them up a couple of pancakes, humming to himself as he did so.

“Mmmm… that smells delicious babe!” Dane complimented before coming up behind Wavell and rubbing his shoulders gently. “All handmade today huh?” He added upon noticing the eggs and milk sat on the counter beside Wavell, signaling that the warlock had gone through the effort to make pancakes the old fashioned way rather than just using his magic to whip them up. “What’s the occasion?”

Wavell continued to hum softly as he placed another freshly made pancake on one of the two plates beside him. “Well my love…” he began as he placed the pan back down on the stove. “It’s been 842 days since we met. Over two years. It’s hard to believe we’ve spent that much time together. It’s all just… flown by hasn’t it?” Wavell turned to face Dane with a loving smile as he placed his hands on the other man’s hips.

“Well. Time sure does fly when you’re always having fun.” Dane responded as he leant in for a kiss, pressing his plump lips against Wavell’s in a beautiful display of affection. A kiss that was sweet and driven only by love and not by the varying levels of lust that usually took hold when they made out. Though as the kiss deepened, Dane’s hand couldn’t help exploring his boyfriend’s body a little until it found its way to Wavell’s backside. Soon after earning a pleasant little grunt from Wavell as Dane gently squeezed one of his cheeks through those tight suit pants. “And I’ve loved every second of it.”

Wavell’s eyes swiftly traced over Dane’s body. “As have I.” He allowed his hands to slide up towards Dane’s chest where he took a moment to admire his boyfriends broad and thick pecs as they never failed to fill out any shirt or tank top he wore. “And, if memory serves, it was October 26th when we met, meaning that today would be the third Valentine’s Day since our coming together.”

It was only then that Dane noticed the shape of the pancakes Wavell had been cooking. They were almost all heart shaped. “Our third Valentines? Wow… I can’t believe you've been keeping track so well. Being in this world so often and then popping up in the real world at any time we like has made me lose my sense of passing time a little.” He couldn’t help but notice a warm feeling in his chest at the small but sweet gesture.

“Well I have quite a big brain that allows me to keep sense of these things.” Wavell admitted half jokingly as he picked up the two plates full of pancakes. “Shall we?” He placed both plates on the table across from one another before using a snap of his fingers to adorn the table with a wide array of pancake toppings and spreads for them to use.

The pair smiled as they sat and began the delicious meal Wavell had prepared. Wasting no time at all with digging in and enjoying every bite. All the while chatting as they ate like usual. Always happy to simply enjoy one another’s company. Even as Dane stuffed his mouth like a bit of an animal, a trait he’d seemed to have picked up after being transformed by Wavell. The latter of whom didn’t mind one bit, finding it amusing as he used a knife and fork to eat his own pancakes. After all he knew he’d be eating it just the same as Dane had he not been in his more mature and sophisticated body.

“Since it’s technically Valentines, I thought I’d do something special for the two of us. And I’m not talking about the pancakes.” Wavell commented before taking another bite from one of his heart shaped pancakes, this one topped with a delicious golden syrup.

“Oh? And what else do you have in mind?” Dane queried.

Wavell allowed that signature smirk of his cross his face. “You’ll see.”

Now having had his interest piqued, Dane was more eager than ever to finish up his delicious breakfast to see what his lover had in store for him. Wolfing down pancake after pancake until he finally got to the bottom. He was in for a pleasant and cute little surprise when he found that the last pancake on his plate was shaped exactly like Wavell’s face down to the last details. Food art at its finest. Though it was at this point Wavell had to admit he might’ve used a teensy bit of magic for that one. Before then moments later revealing that his last pancake was also shaped like Dane’s face, much to the hunk’s amusement.

Eventually the pair finished up their meal. Plates clean of food at last leaving them both satisfied. And so Wavell cleaned the table with a wave of his hand, cleaning everything and returning it to its proper places.

“Ready for your present?” Wavell winked as the two got up from the table.

“Absolutely I am!”

Wavell gently took Dane’s hand in his before guiding him out of the Kitchen. They exited into the large main hall where the mansion’s biggest staircase was located as well as the large front door that led out into the violet void of the pocket dimension. But they headed towards neither of those as Wavell took Dane towards the somewhat imposing door across the room which took them down towards the basement. Dane had been down there many times. Wavell had sculpted it perfectly for magic training with all its different rooms. He even kept a lot of his miscellaneous magic items and equipment stored away down there. That said Dane couldn’t help but wonder what his mystical boyfriend was taking him down to see.

The couple easily navigated through the basement hallways, passing room after room until they finally reached one nearer the back end of the basement. One that Dane had hardly even noticed before, let alone been inside. His mind fluttered through the possibilities. What could Wavell possibly be hiding in there for him? Thankfully he didn’t need to wonder for long as Wavell reached for the handle and pushed open the door.

What Dane was met with was one of the most gorgeous rooms he’d ever seen. It was reminiscent of a fancy high end hotel room only instead of the more professional white and grey tones, the room was filled with colour. Most of the furniture being dipped in a scarlet red tone with golden accents to really make them pop. The floor was carpeted with softest lilac wool as a similar golden colour spun throughout it to create all sorts of eye-catching patterns. Even the hemming of the violet bed sheets black pillows adorned that very same gold as they did their best to cover the enormous king sized bed near the end of the room. Everything seemed impossibly regal. From the exquisitely crafted night stands and dressing table, blessed with all sorts of artists patterns, to the delicate design the frames fitted to each of the many mirrors around the room. Even the lights had more of a gentle hue to them allowing for a soothing and relaxed atmosphere.

Wavell squeezed Dane’s hand as he pulled him inside the room. The couple took off their shoes by the door before making their way through the room. Dane couldn’t help twisting and turning his head as he admired every inch of it. Even as Wavell sat down on the bed, Dane was hesitant to do the same for a moment just because of how neat and perfect the sheets looked. When he did, all he could was take a deep breath as he drank in the sight of the room. It was like it’d be taken straight from a modern day palace.

“Wow… Chris, this is gorgeous…” Dane praised Wavell by his first name. Something he didn’t often do.

Wavell rubbed Dane’s hand gently. “I had to give us a perfect setting for your gift didn’t I?”

At this point Dane couldn’t even begin to think of what his boyfriend had in store for him. Why would he go through the effort of creating this special room for it all? It had to be something good.

“Well don’t keep me in suspense. What amazing gift do you have for me?” Dane shuffled closer to the suited man beside him. Their eyes meeting in a romantic gaze that captivated both men. All Dane wanted to do right now was jump onto Wavell’s lap and smoother that beautiful bastard with love.

“Very well, my love.” Wavell cupped Dane’s face in his hand for a moment before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. Seconds later he turned his attention towards two large double doors that seemingly led into a walk-in closet for the room. He pursed his lips before whistling towards it. “Come on out boys!” He commanded.

Not a moment later, the doors to the walk-in closet opened from the inside and two men emerged from within. Dane’s eyes widened as they stepped out. They were both incredibly hunky and handsome men sure but that wasn’t the reason he was surprised. Rather it was because he recognised them immediately!

“Wait that’s-” Dane began.

“The other two men we planted my magic inside when looking for potential matches to become my new body.” Wavell was quick to finish Dane’s sentence with a smirk on his face.

Both men walked up the foot of the bed with a dazed expression on their faces. Dane didn't even need to ask. He knew Wavell must’ve flooded their minds with hypnotic magic.

The one on the left was Ched if memory served. And he was a huge specimen indeed. Standing at an incredible 6’5 while still having managed to pack on some insane muscle mass. An incredibly wide back that made it so he had to go through many doors at an angle. Chiselled pecs that were almost impossible to hide under any shirt or tank top. And of course his ridiculously massive arms that never failed to steal the show in any pictures he took. To most men he seemed like a giant. And to top it off he sported a handsome face able to captivate almost anyone alongside an almost perfect complexion that graced his rich brown skin. In many ways he’d won the genetic lottery. Being blessed with not only a body capable of growing to such an absurd size but also having what seemed to be an equally absurd package between his legs. Baggy clothes did well to camouflage it but it was clear Ched was very well endowed.

Then on the right was Ryder. Not many men still stood out when placed next to someone like Ched but fortunately Ryder was certainly one that could. He might not have been quite as tall as Ched, standing at a still very respectable 5’11 but he certainly made up for that in other ways. Every part of his body was thick with juicy, squeezable muscle. His pecs and biceps being built on a strong foundation of muscle before being thickened up even further by a subtle layer of healthy fat. Ched might’ve had a slight edge on Ryder in most departments but it could be said without a shadow of a doubt that Ryder absolutely had that fatter ass between the two. Having two thick bouncy globes that jiggled at the slightest touch. And to top it off it was covered in a gorgeous layer of fur! His whole body was! Dark manly body hair covering every inch of his thick muscular form in glorious fashion. And to top it off he too was blessed with an irresistibly handsome face that was coated in an incredibly thick and perfectly sculpted beard. The likes of which any man would be jealous of. He was epitome of a hairy muscle daddy while still retaining a sense of youth in his aura.

Both men seemed equally as perfect in their own ways. And to think either of them could’ve potentially been Wavell’s current body was mind boggling. When Dane had originally tracked down these men in search of bodies that were potentially viable candidates for Wavell’s soul and magic, he couldn’t help feeling excited to see how hunky they all were. But since learning that Ched and Ryder weren’t perfect matches unlike Chris and Kyle, he never expected the former pair to ever show up at the mansion!? Yet here they were!

“What is this babe?” Dane asked curiously as he felt his cock starting to grow stiff at the sight of the two hunks. “You turned them into our love slaves or something?” He placed a hand on Wavell’s thigh and rubbed it softly while glancing between his boyfriend and the studs before them. “So they can serve us with their handsome bodies. Or maybe become our sexy butlers?”

Wavell returned a knowing glance. “Not exactly. I had something else in mind actually.” Wavell said as he stood up from the bed and made his way over towards Ched and Ryder. “As I’m sure you remember, these two had my magic implanted inside them back when we were searching for my new body. Unfortunately these two didn’t sync up perfectly; however they’re still extremely close.”

Dane tilted his head slightly in confusion . “Okay? What’re you getting at here?”

“Let me put it this way. When I try to possess an ordinary person, I can only possess that person for so long and after that it would be dangerous for their bodies if I were to try and possess them again.” He explained while tracing a hand across one of Ched’s pecs. “These two however are a little different. I may still not be able to possess their bodies for a long time however, with them both being such close matches, I should be able to possess them as many times as I like. As long as I leave their bodies long enough to allow them to recover, I could in theory keep possessing them with zero repercussions.” Wavell proceeded to run a hand through Ryder’s beard, shuddering at the feeling of it.

“Wait so… you’re saying you can take their bodies whenever you want?”

“Essentially yes.” Wavell stood between the two studs, wrapping his arms around both of them. “And you can too. Your magic is very similar to my own in the way it functions after all. You should have no problem taking their bodies.”

Upon hearing that Dane’s eyes lit up with excitement. Ever since becoming… well Dane, he’d never considered the possibility of being able to change his body again. Even temporarily. It wasn’t something that’d bother him too much considering how much of a hunk Wavell had made him when he was given this body but the idea of trying something new for awhile certainty had him riled up.

“I figured that since it’s Valentine’s Day, we could have a little fun in some different bodies. We haven’t celebrated it before so it’d be a fun way to start don’t you think?” Wavell smirked before giving both Ched and Ryder an audible slap on the ass.

Dane got up from the bed and marvelled at the two specimens before him. He was beyond excited and Wavell could tell as much by the visible tent in his shorts. Eyes scanning over both bodies as his mind scrambled to come up with a multitude of different ways they could use these bodies for some fun.

“So how about it my love? Which of them do you want t-” Wavell didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence before Dane jumped in.

“Ched! I want Ched!” He didn’t even give it a second thought. In seconds Dane was at Ched’s side feeling up the hunk’s dark muscle with a glimmer in his eyes. Sure he thought Ryder was hot as fuck as well but there was just something about Ched that’d always captivated him from moment he first laid eyes on the man. And even now, despite being rather large and well built himself, Dane still found himself having to look up to meet Ched’s gaze. “I need his body.” Dane added with a hungry desire in his voice.

“Someone’s enthusiastic.” Wavell chuckled as he watched Dane rub his hands along Ched’s massive figure. “In that case it’s decided. You can be Ched.” Wavell turned towards Ryder who, like Ched, stood still as a statue, eyes glazed and staring off into the distance. “Seems like you’ll have the pleasure of being my host today, big boy.” He groped Ryder’s hairy ass before giving him a slap on the back. The entranced hunk seemingly unfazed by it all.

Dane turned to Wavell enthusiastically. “So how are we doing this exactly? Is there a certain method we need to do to take their bodies or…?”

“Not at all. You can take him however you desire. Just draw on your power as you always do and use it to take him. It should come to you naturally.” Wavell encouraged.

“Okay… if you say so.” Dane trusted his boyfriend as always. Following such Dane took a few steps back into the centre of the room after commanding Ched to follow him. Ched immediately did as he was told thanks to Wavell’s magic making him completely subservient.

Now with a little more free space, Dane took a deep breath. He scanned the hunky body before him one last time before closing his eyes. A golden glow began to surround his body as Dane tapped into his power. Pulling on those familiar strings in his mind as he conducted it to the surface. He’d never done anything like this before so the process took a little longer than usual as Dane struggled to focus his magic in the correct way. But Wavell had taught him well and soon enough Dane opened his eyes once more. He grabbed the sides of Ched’s head and hoped this would work before crashing his lips against Ched’s.

Wavell looked on curiously. For a moment he wasn’t sure if Dane was gonna be able to pull it off. Though just as he thought about stepping in to lend his lover a hand, Dane’s golden aura began to swirl around both himself and Ched. Wavell stepped back again with a grin. “Looks like he won’t need my help after all.”

The golden energy that once surrounded Dane dispersed from his body in a whirlwind. As it did, Ched and Dane’s kiss finally broke apart. Not by choice but rather because their souls were forcing their way out of their mouths. Ched’s soul displaying a standard blueish colour while Dane’s soul adorned a shimmering yellow similar to that of his golden magic. Their souls were quickly picked up by the whirlwind. Being spun around at a rapid speed as their bodies stood lifelessly below with their mouths hanging agape. That is until the whirlwind suddenly thrust their soul back down, only this time forcing Dane’s soul into Ched’s mouth and vice versa.

As soon as this was done, the whirlwind of magic began to settle. Only instead of returning itself to Dane’s body where it came from, the magic instead poured itself into Ched. Flowing into his massive body enthusiastically as Ched’s body soon gained the very same Golden aura that Dane’s once had before it slowly settled down. It was done.

Dane blinked his eyes and immediately was met with a disorienting sight. Looking down he not only saw the face he’d called his own for over two years now staring up at him hypnotically but he also couldn’t help noticing the huge black pecs he now adorned!

“H-holy fuck…” Dane muttered, hearing Ched’s voice escape his lips for the first time. His new larger hands instantly flying up towards his chest to feel his new pecs as if to confirm they were real. To confirm the dark brown skin that decorated them was actually his own. He did the same as he flexed his arms, watching as his newfound colossal biceps bulged with an obscene amount of size and power. “HOLY FUCK!” Sure his previous body had been buff… but this? This was a whole other level!

“WAVELL! IT WORKED! IT ACTUALLY WORKED!” Dane shouted in excitement as he turned to his boyfriend who now seemed noticeably shorter thanks to his newfound height. “I’M CHED! IM FUCKING CHED!” He laughed as he said it, hardly being able to believe it himself. But it was true. The original Ched’s soul now resides in Dane’s former white body while Dane himself now got to enjoy the spoils of this new black hunky body. And he couldn’t be more excited!!

“It would seem that way my love.” Wavell smiled, not being able to help rubbing his own bulge a little at the sight of Dane checking out his new body. This is exactly what he’d hoped for when he came up with this plan. “Are you satisfied?” He asked, though he already knew the answer.

Dane looked at him with an amused look. “Satisfied? I’m fucking ecstatic!” He beamed, hands not being able to stop groping his new form. His movements becoming more sexual and seductive by the second the more he touched himself. So much so that his new cock swiftly began to engorge, becoming impossible to hide its jaw dropping size. “I know I was big before but now I’m enormous!” Dane exclaimed as his hand very quickly slid down towards his crotch before gripping his new dick tightly through Ched’s pants. “I’m… enormous.” He repeated with a dumb grin as his cock continued to grow stiffer, gradually showcasing its massive size.

“That you are. No doubt about that.” Wavell licked his lips. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on that monster. He then turned his attention to Ryder who’s been standing idly like a good slave this whole time. “But now I’d say it’s my turn to have a little fun. Wouldn’t you agree Ryder?”

“Yes. Sir.” Ryder responded in an almost robotic fashion.

Dane nodded in agreement. “Mmmhmm. Get inside that thick hairy body babe.”

Wavell didn’t need to be told twice. Originally he’d considered possessing Ryder as he would be able to do that for a longer period of time without any risk. But after seeing Dane do a full switch with Ched, Wavell couldn’t help himself. Sure he wouldn’t be able to do a full switch for longer than about 12 hours before having to go back to his real body but that would be more than enough time to have some fun.

Without another word, Wavell positioned himself behind Ryder with a smirk as he looked down at the perfectly shaped bubble butt the hairy hunk displayed in those tight slutty gym shorts. Then, without warning, Wavell yanked down the shorts to reveal the jockstrap Ryder had hidden underneath. In turn giving Wavell a full view of his thick hairy backside, framed by the jockstrap. Though Dane’s eyes couldn’t help but widen for a different reason. Ryder’s bulge. He somehow hadn’t noticed it before but Ryder had a massive bulge in his jock! Maybe even the same size as Ched’s monster cock!

“Holy fuck! He’s hung as well!?” Dane questioned.

Wavell glanced up at Dane while he unbuckled his belt. “Of course he is. Don’t you remember the present I gave him the last time we met him after I gave his body a test drive?” Wavell responded.

As he did it quickly came flooding back to Dane. He did remember. Shortly after Wavell had first possessed Ryder’s body to plant his magic inside the man, Wavell gave him a sort of consolation prize. He’d used a bit of cheeky magic to grow Ryder’s fairly average dick into a much longer and fatter cock with heavier balls to match.

“Thanks to me he’s now in a similar league to us.” Wavell laughed as he unzipped his suit pants and fished out his own hefty dick. One that Dane knew all too well by this point. Wavell’s heavy eleven incher that could always be bigger if he desired. And now he was giving it a few strokes to get it nice and hard while lining it up with Ryder’s hairy hole. It quickly became clear that Wavell was planning on using a far different method to swap.

Wavell made sure to stroke his dick for a good few moments until it was fully stiff and ready to plunge into any hole. But before pressing inside Ryder, Wavell muttered a few magical incantations under his breath. As he did his cock began to glow with his signature purple magic. Dane watched on in wonder as his boyfriend’s cock continued to glow until suddenly… SLAM! Wavell thrust is cock fully inside Ryder’s ass, causing the hypnotised hunk to howl out in pain at the sudden invasion.

That howl of pain however would quickly turn to a long and deep groan of immense pleasure. Wavell groaned along with Ryder in unison as his spell took hold. Wavell could feel it already. His soul was being sucked out through his very cock and being deposited directly inside Ryder’s body. It was almost like having a massive spiritual orgasm. And in doing so Wavell could feel himself fast losing control of his real body as his soul was drained inside Ryder’s ass where it began to fill up the hairy stud’s body instead. But of course as Wavell’s soul was filling out Ryder’s body, Ryder’s soul was being forced out through his mouth until it was just a glowing blue orb floated around the two. Naturally it was pulled towards Wavell’s now vacant body, but it didn’t enter through Wavell’s mouth. No, that'd be too easy. Instead Ryder’s soul was drawn to the only place it knew where to enter a body. An ass. It found itself floating around behind Wavell and slipping down the back of his suit pants. Seconds later Ryder’s soul was forcing its way into Wavell’s body through the warlock’s pert ass cheeks and tight hole.

The world around him was blurry for a moment but soon everything began to focus as Wavell regained his senses. Immediately Wavell felt heavier. Similar to how he felt whoever he transformed into his Kyle body. Thick with hefty muscle. But as he glanced down he saw that he was covered in a forest of dense fur that spread across his new malleable pecs, down his stomach and towards his crotch. He would’ve been more captivated by it all had he not been so distracted by the feeling of a massive fucking cock stretching his asshole!

Wavell whipped his head around to see none other than his former handsome body, now piloted by Ryder with a dumb grin on his face, keeping his new cock buried inside Wavell’s new hole. It seemed like the slave was enjoying the euphoria of being swapped into Wavell’s body. Not that the warlock could blame him.

“Ryder. Would you kindly remove that cock from my ass.” Wavell asked, enjoying the gentle yet still masculine tone of his newfound voice.

“O-oh. Yes. My apologies sir.” Ryder responded before slowly pulling himself out. Allowing what was once Wavell’s dick to slide steadily out of his master’s hole. All the while Wavell couldn’t help but moan until the fat head finally popped out.

Now free at last, Wavell turns to face Ryder with a grin. “Woof. So that’s what my cock feels like in someone else’s ass.” He chuckled with selfish admiration. “No wonder you’ve always been such a cum slut for me Dane.” Wavell teased as he glanced over his shoulder at Dane who’d already whipped out his fat new cock and had been jerking it as he watched the scene unfold. “Now. Be a good boy Ryder and play with your giant new Wavell dick in the corner while my boyfriend and I have some fun in our new bodies. Okay?” Wavell ordered politely as he gave his former body a pat on the cheek.

Ryder didn’t respond, only nodding enthusiastically before scampering off into the corner of the room. Wasting no time in gripping his cock and jerking it obsessively. Making Wavell’s real body look like a mindless wanker with dick for brains. Making a complete fool of Wavell’s body as his eyes rolled back while he stuck out his tongue like an idiot. Only thinking about pumping and cumming.

“Well. Now that he’s occupied we can finally get down t-MMMMmmmpfffff!” Wavell was swiftly cut off as Dane forced his plump new lips against Wavell’s. Though shocked, Wavell quickly gave in to the kiss, allowing Dane’s lips to encroach on his however they pleased. In the process allowing his thick hairy body to press against Dane’s hard muscle. Their new bodies quickly became intertwined with one another as they wrapped their arms around each other. Wavell even wrapped one of his legs around Dane.

“Sorry.” Dane apologised as the two finally parted. “I just couldn’t help myself. I’m so horny and you just look so… fuckable.” There was an almost predatory glare in Dane’s eye as he said that last word. However the look quickly vanished as he realised his wording could’ve been taken the wrong way. “Not that you’re not always fuckable! It’s just… these bodies. They’re sooo exciting.”

Wavell laughed it off. “No worries. I know what you meant my love. And I don’t blame you.” Wavell took a moment to truly drink in his new body. Adoring just how furry it was. All of his juicy new muscle being given a healthy coating of manly body hair that only made it more erotic to squeeze his pecs are run a hand over his massive shoulders. Sure his real body had its own fair share of body hair but this was a whole new level. And the beard. Fuck. Wavell thought his facial hair had been perfect before but now he was starting to rethink that stance. Ryder’s beard was so perfectly full and dense. Sculpted immaculately to the shape of his face. It was as though he’d been blessed with the beard genetics of a Greek god. “I feel extra fuckable myself honestly.” Wavell added as he glanced over his shoulder to get a small glimpse of his fat new bubble ass as it spilled over the straps of his jock.

The couple couldn’t help turning their attention to the many mirrors in the room. After stealing such hot new bodies, admiring their new reflections was a must. Dane of course was the most taken aback. Sure they both had new and different bodies but Dane was an entirely different race! There were so many subtle differences in both his face and body that were unique to that of a black man. And he adored it! Dane had even admitted to Wavell a couple of times that he’d frequently wondered what it would be like to experience being someone of another race and now he could! It was because of this that Wavell wasn’t too surprised when Dane picked Ched to be his host body for the experience. An enormous hunky black man? How could Dane resist? Not to mention one that was already hung without any kind of magical enhancement.

Wavell still very much enjoyed checking himself out as well however. He was so used to being a sophisticated mature daddy the majority of the time, who occasionally turns into a hunky meathead, that becoming this gorgeous hairy muscle slut was quite the change. He tossed off the tank top he had on so that he stood in nothing but the deliciously tight jockstrap before pivoting on the spot. Allowing for him to get a good view of his new form from every angle in the mirror. And as he did he couldn’t help but act sluttier and sluttier by the second. Maybe it was the influence of the body but soon enough Wavell found himself full on shimmying his hips as he spun around, emphasising his ass in the reflection as much as possible. And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, he practically started twerking at the mirror! Watching with glee as his hairy ass shook.

During his slutty little stunt, Wavell couldn’t help noticing Dane’s captivated gaze. Yet all this did was spur Wavell on. Soon enough the all powerful warlock found himself twerking, shimmying and hip thrusting his way over towards Dane with some of the sluttiest dance moves imaginable. Trying his absolute best to captivate his boyfriend and, judging by how rock solid Dane’s erection felt when Wavell began rubbing his ass cheeks against it, he’d guess he was pretty successful.

“Ufff. I don’t know what it is about this body but my ass feels so damn hungry!” Wavell exclaimed while grinding his fuzzy cheeks against Dane’s crotch. “It’s like this hole just craves cock my love…” he went on.

Dane was silent for a moment. Like he was processing the pure amount of raw lust and desire he was feeling right now. Allowing his massive dick to slowly begin to seep precum as Wavell rubbed it between his ass. Until finally… it boiled over.

Without warning, Dane grabbed Wavell’s hips with an iron grip causing the other man to yelp slightly with surprise. “Well babe… luckily for you I have a giant cock that’s just begging to be drilled into a tight horny hole.” Dane murmured while biting his lip with anticipation. His leaking dick brushing against Wavell’s entrance like a threat.

“Sounds like a match made in heaven to me.” Wavell winked. And before he knew it Dane was spinning him around before picking him up with ease, causing the hairy hunk to instinctively wrap his thick legs around Dane’s waist. Their lips swiftly locking together once again in a fiery passion as Dane walked them back towards the bed.

Wavell soon found himself being tossed onto the soft mattress as Dane wasted no time crawling on top of him and pinning him down underneath his superior size. Before they knew it Dane was spreading Wavell’s legs before pressing his face into the warlock's borrowed hairy hole. Feasting on it out like an animal as Wavell grabbed the back of his head and made sure to stuff it as deep between his cheeks as possible.

“Oooooh yesss my love! Eat my fat hungry ass!” Wavell cooed as Dane thrusted his tongue in as deep as it could possibly go, causing the all powerful spell caster to throw his head back in sheer ecstasy. So much so that Wavell couldn’t help tugging his jockstrap to the side and allowing the fat ten inch cock he’d bestowed upon Ryder to spring free. Not being able to help gripping his thick manhood tight and jerking it off.

Dane’s eyes darted up towards Wavell’s dick. He narrowed them slightly as he drank in just how huge it was. With that he gave Wavell’s hole one last lick before pulling away and looking down at his boyfriend from above with a somewhat snide look on his face.

“Your new dick looks just as big as mine huh?” Dane mumbled.

Wavell smiled and laughed. “Is that a problem?”

Dane was silent for a moment as a devious grin plastered itself across his face. Looking down at his own thick black cock and then back towards Wavell’s equally massive one. “In fact… it is.” With that Dane pushed Wavell’s hand out of the way as he slipped his own meaty fingers around Wavell’s dick.

Seconds later a golden glow began to surround both Dane’s hand and the cock it was holding. Wavell’s body lurched slightly as he felt Dane’s magic flowing through him. His dick began to twitch uncontrollably as Dane forced it to transform. He already knew what his boyfriend was doing but he just had to see it. Looking down as he watched his ten inch cock gradually begin to shrink. Reducing down to nine inches, then eight, seven, six… Inch after inch of length disappearing before his eyes as its girth quickly followed suit. Dane refused to let go until Wavell’s cock had shrunk all the way down to a measly three inches hard.

Yet Wavell didn’t seem worried in the slightest. In fact… he looked as though he enjoyed it! Looking hornier than ever after getting to see his giant dick shrunk down into a little nub compared to Dane’s.

“Is that better my love? Me having a tiny dick that’s nothing compared to your monster?”

“Much better.” Dane stated with a satisfied smile.

The two lent in for another kiss, Wavell’s thick beard rubbing against Dane’s. Not an entirely unfamiliar feeling but still unique with these new bodies nonetheless. And as their lips collided, Wavell continued to jerk his tiny dick with two fingers while Dane lined his pulsing member up with the hairy hole below.

Refusing to give any kind of warning, Dane pulled Wavell’s legs up until his feet were resting on Dane’s shoulders before immediately thrusting his cock deep into Wavell’s ass causing the latter the moan into their kiss. Those moans only grew needier by the second as Dane continued to push deeper and deeper. Wavell could hardly contain himself, feeling that steel rod of a dick inch itself further inside his hole. Filling him up so completely. Finally letting out a sigh of both pleasure and relief when he felt Dane’s balls finally tapping against his ass, having buried his cock completely.

From there Dane held nothing back. He had the kind of body he’d always dreamt of having and he was going to use it. He knew from their hundreds of sexual endeavours that Wavell was capable of taking absurd amounts of dick when he wanted to so Dane didn’t go easy. Starting by swiftly pulling his member back until it was almost out of his lover's hole before thrusting it back in with twice the force.

At last Wavell was forced to break the kiss. A roar of pain and pleasure escaping his mouth. Usually a dick this size wouldn’t have been painful in the slightest for a sex crazed maniac like himself but with this unfamiliar mortal body and tight hole, he quickly realised why most were apprehensive to take a dick like he owned in his real body. The dick that the real Ryder was still jerking in the corner of the room. As hot as it was, it hurt like hell.

But he loved it all the same.

If anything the pain somewhat turned him on. The feeling of being so overstuffed and stretched to the absolute limit. It made his shrunken cock dribble with precum. And it couldn’t have been more obvious to Dane that this was the case as the look on his face twisted between ecstatic agony. His cries only grew louder as Dane continued to thrust deeper, harder and faster with every passing second.

After having given himself a good warmup, Dane decided they switch positions a little. Eventually sliding his cock out and allowing for Wavell to momentarily catch his breath. Dane grabbed his boyfriend and tossed the smaller man further into the middle of the bed before commanding him to turn around. With a smirk Wavell did just that, turning so that he was face down and his bubble butt was on full display for the hung hunk eyeing him from above. Even wiggling his ass from side to side a little, prompting Dane to give it a few hard smacks until Wavell’s fuzzy cheeks were glowing red.

He was tempted to draw it out longer but his cock was too horny. Too hungry for ass. So the next thing he knew, he was pinning Wavell’s arms down as he slid his dick between that fat ass once again. Loving the feeling of Wavell’s hairy cheeks enveloping his length before he pushed inside that ever so inviting hole. Both men grunting as Wavell couldn’t help squeezing said hole around Dane’s dick.

Before they knew it Dane was using not only his massive size and strength but also his momentum to slam excruciatingly hard into Wavell’s ass. Every thrust causing his ass to shake while earning its own moan from the hairy himbo. Dane’s huge full balls slapping aggressively against Wavell’s backside and filling the room with a familiar sound that the couple always adored. Only Dane now couldn’t help taking even more pleasure from the sound knowing that it was Ched’s balls under his control making it.

Dane continued to manhandle Wavell for what felt like hours. Tossing him into position after new position before pounding into him relentlessly like a sex toy. During which getting to see Wavell squirt multiple pathetic little loads from his tiny dick in the process. Each one serving as fuel to spur Dane on.

“OHHHH FUCK YEAH BITCH! YOU WANT ME TO BREED YOU HUH!?” Dane shouted as he finally felt his own orgasm approaching.

“Y-YESSSSSS!” Wavell groaned in response without hesitation. “BREED MY ASS! FILL MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM!” He begged as his usual more sophisticated demeanour and way of speaking seemed to have all but vanished in the wake of his fucking. “OHH PLEASE! DRAIN YOUR LOAD INTO ME CHED!” Wavell continued in a frenzy, calling Dane by the name of his current body in the process.

Hearing himself be called Ched wasn’t something Dane had expected to turn him on so much. But it did. Wavell calling him by the name alone was enough to increase Dane’s horniness ten fold as he almost doubled the speed at which he was slamming into his boyfriend's hairy ass. Allowing the name Ched to ring through his mind as Wavell’s moans echoed throughout the mansion. Until finally…

“Oh god… I’m gonna… FUUUUUUUUUUU-” Dane roared almost triumphantly as he cock spasmed inside Wavell before launching a thick and powerful stream of white creamy goodness. Loading Wavell’s hole up with an eruption of potent seed that almost immediately started to seep out due to the sheer quantity his balls were able to produce. Yet refusing to pull out until every last drop of his load had been sufficiently squeezed out and deposited inside his adorable boyfriend.

Wavell laid back, panting heavily and covered in sweat from the intensity of it all. Twitching and grunting a little as Dane eventually made the effort to slowly freed his giant dick from the sticky hole he’d just bred. Once he had however, he too laid beside Wavell’s panting in a pool of sweat as the two turned to each other and laughed.

“That. Was incredible.” Wavell stated while lifting his arms above his head, subtly getting a whiff of his sweaty pits with a satisfied grin.

“Uh huh…” Was all Dane could say in response. Still having not totally processed the mind blowing experience. However, that didn’t stop him from looking down at his body again. The sight of black muscle greeting him yet again much to his delight. After all he’d been through with Wavell it shouldn’t have seemed so surreal and yet he couldn’t help feeling bewildered by it.

The couple laid silently for a moment. Absorbing everything that had just happened. Wavell not being able to focus on much but his hole clenching uncontrollably after all that punishment. Dane kept his eyes locked on his new cock as it gradually softened again. That is until…

“Welp. My turn.” Wavell chirped nonchalantly.

Dane turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Your turn?”

Wavell smirked. “You heard me.” With that Dane watched as Wavell snaked a hand down towards his crotch, taking hold of the tiny dick Dane had shrunk not long ago. Then in an instant Dane watched as Wavell’s cock began to grow again at a rapid rate. Pulsing wildly as it grew longer and girther once more. Inflating all the way back up to its former ten inches with even more girth to it than before! “My turn.”

With a devilish look on his face, Wavell’s hand then leapt towards Dane’s crotch before gripping the larger man’s huge black cock just as Dane had done to Wavell before. And before Dane had a chance to protest, Wavell gave him a taste of his own medicine. Shrinking Dane’s already softening cock down at an alarming rate. Not stopping until Dane had a tiny two inch penis.

“Oh no…” Was all Dane had time to say before Wavell stuffed his girthy cock into his lover’s mouth. Holding Dane’s head firmly in place so that he took as much as humanly possible. And that was only the beginning of Wavell’s payback.

———

Hours later, Dane could hardly walk after Wavell had his way with him. Wavell had made sure to return the favour with interest for the cruel pounding Dane had given him. Only once Dane had cum leaking from both his mouth and ass did Wavell finally decide he’d had enough.

“After all that, I think the two of us deserve to relax a little. Don't you agree?” Wavell said as he ran a hand down Dane’s back.

Dane could only nod in response, too exhausted to say anything.

With that Wavell turned his attention to his former body in the corner of the room still. Ryder hadn’t stopped gooning himself in Wavell’s body for hours. That stupid look still crossing his face as he laid on the floor pumping Wavell’s former cock endlessly. He’d completely ruined Wavell’s suit at this point with the amount of loads he’d covered it in. Squirting over himself constantly while having the pleasure of being able to unload the godly seed of Wavell’s real body. It was almost embarrassing for Wavell to see his real body acting like a brainless idiot controlled by his cock… but he’d be lying if he said the visual wasn’t incredibly hot.

“Ryder.” Wavell began, causing his former body to finally bring its gaze away from its cock after hours of jerking. “Would you be so kind as to give Dane and myself a relaxing massage. It would mean the world.” He asked politely.

Ryder agreed enthusiastically. “Yes sir! Of course!”

Wavell glanced over at Ched who’d been stood idly this entire time in Dane’s real body. “You as well Ched! Get over here and help us relax if you would.”

Both love slaves that Wavell had hypnotised eagerly made their way over to the bed so that they could serve their masters in the bodies they once owned. Ryder got to the bed first as shuffled on top of Wavell. Shortly followed by Ched crawling onto the bed and placing his legs either side of Dane’s wide body. And without another word, they got to work. Placing their hands on Dane and Wavell’s backs before rubbing into the muscle as best they could in an attempt to please the couple.

Dane’s massage was probably the more relaxing of the two. Ched seamlessly worked his hands into the grooves and contours of Dane’s back, releasing so much tension that’d quickly built up during his and Wavell’s fuck session. Granted it didn’t do much to ease the soreness of his asshole but it was nice nonetheless.

Wavell’s massage on the other hand was a little… dirtier let’s say. For a start Ryder’s hands were wet and sticky after hours of masturbating as he proceeded to rub cum into Wavell’s hairy muscles back. But of course the warlock didn’t mind one bit. If anything it only served to enhance the massage for him. Especially as Ryder’s hands gradually went lower and lower until he was just kneading Wavell’s furry ass.

“So? Have you enjoyed my little surprise?”

Dane opened his eyes to see Wavell smiling at him softly. Even though he was in a different body, he could recognise that look anywhere. Always so sweet and calming.

“More than you can imagine.” Dane replied. He could hardly even describe what he was feeling. The joy and excitement of getting to take over a body straight out of his dreams. It was truly something else. “Though… you are gonna turn this dick back to normal right?” Dane asked, knowing full well that he wasn’t strong enough to reverse Wavell’s magic.

Wavell didn’t reply. Only smirking while waving his hand. Immediately Dane felt his dick reverting to its former glory beneath him. Snaking down his leg until it had returned to being the monstrous python that he’d fucked Wavell with hours prior.

“Mmmmmm thanks babe.”

From there the couple continued to enjoy the massages, chatting back and forth as they did. Both finding it hot to see their real bodies servicing them while being piloted by love slaves.

“So what now?” Dane wondered. “We gonna switch back and keep these two around then?”

Wavell looked at Dane with a twinkle in his eye. “Not yet. I like the idea of keeping them around as sexy butlers like you suggested but we still have plenty of time to enjoy these forms some more before I’m forced to go back. What do you say? Wanna hit up the real world and have some fun as Ched and Ryder for a bit?”

“Absolutely I do.”