#shapeshift

[tfmybody]

A Christmas Wish

I'm sure everyone here wished for a new body for Christmas on the off chance Santa was listening. The hope that Christmas day you'd wake up experiencing new muscles, a new face, new personality. I think this year someone was listening, because I woke up with a set of abs I could never have imagined possessing.

After thoroughly exploring my new body I discovered I was now an amateur porn star.

Show me what bodies you all woke up with this Christmas!

[multiplicationdivision]

Just one shot from the Bio-holographer and his best friend leveled up. Austin himself was a man who never missed a day at the gym, building his muscles into purely functional machines. It was dual purpose routine, creating himself the perfect body to fuel his addiction to sports as well as giving himself no small amount of pride in how he looked in the mirror. It all made him sad when his best friend was so shrimpy, never able to keep up with Austin in the many activities they wanted to share. That was until the brilliant little piece of tech came in the mail, able to apply a perfect copy of Austin across his best friend. Holographic technology that fused to the body, hard light becoming simulacrum muscles and neurons that replaced the boney arms with exact replicas of Austin’s own hard-earned form. It even downloaded all of Austin into his friend, making them closer than ever, as if they had been twins their whole lives. Gave his friend all the convenience of twenty-six odd years of experience to match Austin’s skill, as if the guy had been in Austin’s place at every game and every workout.  Austin and his new best bro could do everything together now, starting with a simple match in their backyard.

[transformhim]

Come on bro, it’s been a full day since Christmas, it’s my turn with fuckin zappy thing.

Just a few more hours! Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it.

But dude, we gotta go back to college in a couple of days.

Who says we need to stop using it then?!

Freak… Kinda weird how you were so into our pediatrician when we were growing up.

Kinda weird how our pediatrician looked like an OnlyFans personality, no?

I hardly noticed… But yeah, man, how huge are these guns?

If you keep flexing like that, you can’t blame me for wanting a few more hours of this.

Dude, you gotta at least give a chance for my nuts to refill.

You call me freaky, yet you’re just fine with your twin sucking you off for hours? Curious.

Come on, we got into a lot of weird shit growing up… And, well, with a hog like this, don’t you think it’s selfish of me to withhold?

God, bro, I know you’re more into this than you’re letting on.

Maybe… Gotta say though, Dr. Mason’s got a fuckin’ billy club of a cock, right? Can’t tell you what it feels like to squeeze something like this.

That’s it, pants off, dude, you asked for it…

Woah woah, man, I swear we could have it both ways, just let me have the zappy thing!

… Fine, what’s the big idea, doctor?

Let me… turn you… into Gia Gibson… and I’ll fuck you… like this?

Fuck, the pec bounce routine really made that enticing… But Gia, dude?! Talk about way outta your league.

And married with 5 kids Dr. Mason isn’t for you?

Fair… Fine! Fuck it, go for it, I’m adventurous.

… Really?

Yeah, man, always wanted to feel what it’s like fuckin with a pussy.

God, you’re weird… alright man, strip down!

You too! I wanna watch you stroking that snake while I grow supermodel tits!

The fuck is wrong with you, bro?!

Shut up, you’re laughing! And… you’re still hard.

You’re goddamn right… Alright man, strike a pose!

*ZAAAAP*

[mrwavellswaps]

Go Bananas!

(A gift for @transformee)

Adam closed the door behind himself as he came home from a long day at work. He let out a sigh of relief as he grabbed a refreshing beverage from the kitchen before making his way to the living room. Adam was your average dude. A 6’1” engineer who was a little out of shape and just doing what he could to get by. Having recently turned 41 years old, he was fairly content with the way things were going for him right now though sometimes he couldn’t help but wish his life had a little more… flare to it. Sure things were normal for him now but having a bit of craziness in his life would certainly spice things up he always thought.

That’s why when he sat down to put some TV on, Adam immediately put on a recorded episode of The Challenge. A show that’d been going on for decades now and was highly successful. Teams of contestants all competing against one another on various challenges in an effort to advance to win the big cash prize at the end. And through all the contestants there was one that always stood out to Adam. Johnny Bananas. He’d appeared on many many seasons of The Challenge now and always managed to captivate Adam with not only his humour and charisma but also his dashing good looks! And to top it all off he was the same age as Adam! 41 years old! Though of course Bananas wasn’t his actual last name, it was a nickname he’d been given back in college due to how crazy his friends thought he was. One that very quickly stuck and eventually became a trademark of his.

It was that craziness he had mixed with the cocky confidence he gave off that really enticed Adam. Not only was he super hot but Johnny just always seemed like he was having a blast with all these different reality shows he’d go on. Doing all these insane challenges and getting into drama with other contestants. It was exactly was Adam wished he had sometimes. All that excitement around him. Getting to blend with all these other colourful TV personalities. It sounded like an absolute dream to him! But as much as he wished he could be Johnny, that’s all it was. A dream.

Still that didn’t stop Adam from watching almost any TV show Johnny was in. Always excited to see the comedic lunatic on screen that he couldn’t help lusting over. Wishing and wishing that he could be just like him. Having that body and aura of confidence. Even now Adam couldn’t help pawing at his crotch as he watched Johnny on screen. Only being snapped out of it at last by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

He paused the show as he hit up, wondering who it could be as he made his way to the front door. When he opened the door however, he was nothing but confused. Standing on the other side was a handsome middle aged man. Silver hair, salt and pepper bear, strong build hidden underneath his very fancy looking suit. Adam tried not to drool as his eyes quickly scanned his man up and down. Yet he also couldn’t help noticing the large package this man was carrying with the words “Bananas Secret” printed on it.

“Uhhhhh… hi?” Adam squinted, knowing he hadn’t ordered anything recently.

“Good evening sir. My name is Wavell and I’m offering you a very special package today. May I come in?” The strange man asked very politely with a dashing twinkle in his eye.

Adam didn’t know what the hell was going on but he couldn’t help eyeing this man up over how hot he was. Gorgeous even. He probably should’ve turned him away as he was likely just trying to sell something but… “Sure...”

Wavell’s smile widened as he stepped into the house. Adam guided him into the kitchen where Wavell sat the moderately sized box down on the table. He then clasped his hands together as he turned to Adam. “So. I’m sure you’re probably wondering what kind of wonderful gift I’ve brought you today.”

“I guess?” Adam still wasn’t sure what the hell was going on but couldn’t help going along with it anyway.

The older gentleman patted the box and ushered Adam closer. “Well then come take a look. I’m certain you’re gonna love it. Trust me.”

Still Adam wasn’t sure what to think but regardless he stepped up to the box Wavell had placed on the table. He couldn’t even begin to guess what exactly was inside. Bananas secret? That didn’t really giveaway a whole lot. Besides that there weren't any other indications on the box as to what it contained meaning there was only one way to find out. He ripped the top of the box open without hesitation, tearing away at the tape that was sealing it shut before pulling it open and what he saw inside was… not what he was expecting.

“Seriously? A literal Banana?” Adam said with a raised eyebrow. Looking into the box he saw none other than one single banana sat at the bottom. It was almost so obvious that the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. But why just one? Why not a box full? God he was confused beyond belief right now.

Wavell smirked knowingly. “Yes. A Banana. But it’s no ordinary Banana. Go on. Take it.” He continued to coax Adam on with succession.

Adam reached into the box and pulled out the Banana. Immediately he could tell something about it was strange. It felt slightly heavier than he’d expected and now that he could see it in proper lighting he could really see just how yellow it was. Almost cartoonishly so. There were zero bruises or blemishes. Not too big or small. Shaped just right. It looked perfect! Too perfect even. So much so that Adam was convinced it had to be a fake somehow.

“I can assure you it’s most certainly real.” Wavell said suddenly in an almost creepy manner as if he could hear Adam’s thoughts. “The Banana you hold has special properties you see. One might even say life changing.” He explained while taking the Banana from Adam for a moment so he could peel it, revealing the just as perfect and delicious looking interior. “Here. See for yourself.” He offered the perfect looking fruit back to the clueless man before him.

Hesitantly Adam reached out and took back the Banana. Now that it’d been peeled a mild aroma wafted towards his nose, gently permeating his sense of smell with its calming scent. So much so that merely looking at it was beginning to make his mouth water. He couldn’t stop himself.

He took a bite.

“Mmmmmm…MmmMmm.” Adam hummed as he chewed, savouring the gorgeous taste in his mouth for as long as possible. Allowing his taste buds to bathe in it before finally gathering the strength to swallow.

“Tastes good right?” Wavell chuckled.

Adam could only shake his head in response as he was too focused on taking another bite to answer properly. Practically tearing off another chunk of the Banana and chewing away at it in delight. He didn’t think he’d tasted anything this good before in his life. The flavours were just exploding in his mouth. Allowing this heavenly feeling to wash over his body with every bite, every chew and every swallow. Almost like it was flooding his body with a newfound sense of power that he couldn’t quite explain.

Little did Adam know just how right he actually was. But Wavell knew. The magic infused into that Banana was already flowing through every vein of Adam’s body. Pumping him full of excitement and energy that became more and more evident as Adam sprung an uncontrollable erection once he was nearly finished eating. Yet he didn’t even notice!

“Really enjoying that, aren't we?” Wavell commented as he watched Adam get down to the last bite while glancing at the tent he’d pitched in his pants.

Adam nodded again enthusiastically as he chewed on his last piece, savouring it as much as he could before finally swallowing one last time. “Oh god yeah! I don’t know what the hell you put in that but it tasted incredible!? Where can I get more of those?!” He asked immediately, now wishing it hadn’t just been the one Banana in the box.

Wavell placed his hands gently on Adam’s shoulders while glancing into his eyes. “Don’t worry Adam. You’re not going to need anymore of them. Just one is all you’re gonna need to Go Bananas.”

“Go Bananas?… Hey wait, how did you know my name?” Adam questioned as Wavell’s grip tightened ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry about it Adam. All you need to worry about is Going Bananas!”

There it was again. That same weird phase. Only this time it really rang through Adam’s body. Through his mind even. Something about them caused something stir inside of him. A feeling that only made his body more excited. That only made his cock even harder.

Wavell let go of his shoulders before waving a hand down Adam’s body. In an instant Adam’s clothes vanished. Showing off his naked body in all its glory and allowing his dick to spring forwards having been released from its fabric constraints.

“You’re not gonna be needing those. Not when you really Go Bananas.”

Again. Those words. Why did they make Adam feel so relaxed? So soothed. Yet so energised at the same time. He was so engulfed in the feeling of it all that he didn’t even seem to notice himself shrinking a couple of inches. Going down from his usual 6’1” height down to a still respectable 5’10”. He might’ve clocked onto the change had he not been so focused on staring into Wavell’s deep shimmering eyes.

“Go onnnn… just let it all out. Just Go Bananas!” The warlock continued on.

Adam began to change even further. He started to sweat as his body grew hotter and hotter by the second. Almost like he had a fever. Yet the heat itself was strangely calming and blissful. Almost like he was wrapped up in a warm blanket despite sweating buckets. Unbeknownst to him however, his body was shredding off masses of fat from his frame. Getting rid of the small belly that’d formed over the years. Banishing any unwanted flab here and there. Sweating it all right out until he was lean enough to be a slender men’s supermodel. But it didn’t stop there…

“Go… Bananas…” Adam mumbled to himself, repeating the phase that had brought his mind and body so much pleasure. Immediately his body began to grow once again, only this time instead of packing on fat it was packing on muscle instead!

Wavell grinned. “Now you’re getting it… because deep down you know that all you wanna do is Go Bananas!”

Adam let out a long groan that time as his body inflated. His flat chest expanding into modest pecs first and foremost while his shoulders and back widened slightly. Some subtle muscle definition made itself known across his back as his arms grew. Biceps and triceps pumping up nice and thick while veins ran down his forearms, forcing them to grow in tandem. He couldn’t help grunting slightly as for the first time in his life, strong looking abs cobbled themselves onto his stomach.

“Goooo… Bananaasss…” Adam moaned, cock bucking in an uncontrollable manner as he did.

Wavell reached out and gripped Adam’s cock gingerly, giving it a gentle squeeze as he did. “There you go. Just keep Going Bananas.” He coaxed even further. “Because Going Bananas just feels sooo good doesn’t it.” He added causing the other man’s cock to drool precum into his hand.

Adam smiled dumbly as he nodded along with everything Wavell told him and whilst he did his dick began to follow the same example his other muscles were setting. Without warning it started to engorge in Wavell’s hand. Growing thicker and longer as another large glob of precum dripped from its fat head. But of course a huge cock wouldn’t be complete without a pair of massive bull bulls to go with it. Thankfully his nuts weren’t far behind as they doubled in size while filling to the brim with virile cum.

The warlock continued to repeat that magical trigger phase over and over and over. Drilling it deeper and deeper into Adam’s mind and forcing his body to continue changing. His legs were of course next on the list as they began to expand. Quads and hams bulged slightly as even his calves began to look bigger. In honesty they weren’t all that much bigger than they were originally with the main difference being that the size now came more so from muscle rather than fat making Adam’s body feel much stronger and harder than ever before!

“Come on Johnny! You’re almost free!” Wavell chanted. “Go Bananas!” He watched with satisfaction as ink swirled onto Adam’s skin. First of all creating a tattoo on his left shoulder that spread down across his bicep before then creating a second tattoo on his right lat, just below his armpit.

Adam of course didn’t even clock what Wavell had just called him. How could he when he was far too focused on the growing feeling in his backside. He grunted as his ass began to swell, packing on some extra muscle alongside the leftover fat making it nice and bubbly. Not stopping until Adam had a thick squeezable peach of an ass that anyone would be tempted to grope.

Wavell grabbed the sides of Adam’s head as he changed the phrase again and again, prompting the physical transformation to complete itself. Adam’s voice shifted slightly as it travelled up his neck and towards his face. His hair quickly began to change, shaping itself into a much more stylish look far nicer than what Adam usually wore. As it did his entire head started reshaping itself, forcing his facial features to move and realign themselves. Wavell traced his fingers across Adam’s jaw. Running them just above his lip and along his chin. As he did so the prickle of facial hair growing quickly could be felt as what started as stubble fast turned into a short beard that decorated Adam’s changing face. The feeling of such a process was almost indescribable but thankfully it didn’t hurt one bit. It just felt rather uncomfortable for a moment until finally everything settled in place.

“Perfect.” Wavell commented as he summoned a small handheld mirror before flipping it around to face Adam. “Just look at that gorgeous face of yours. No wonder they're always asking you to come back on those Challenge TV shows. They can’t get enough of your handsome mug.”

Adam’s dick throbbed in excitement yet again as he witnessed his own reflection. Looking back at him was none other than the man he’d jerked off to countless times before. The man he always looked forward to seeing on TV. The man he’d been somewhat obsessed with ever since he first saw him.

“I’m… Johnny Bananas…”

Wavell sniggered a little at the funny sounding stage name. “That’s right Johnny. Physically anyway. Now it’s your mind’s turn.” Wavell placed a warm hand against Johnny’s cheek.

Johnny couldn’t help leaning into it slightly, feeling as though the warmth was somehow massaging his brain. Moulding it gently. Bit by bit he could feel parts of his old personality being picked away. His former self tried its utmost to resist. To fight back against these changes. Trying to remember who he used to be against all odds. But it was impossible. This magical force being imposed on him was far too strong. Johnny had no choice but to give in.

That kind humble nature he once had slowly being squashed down and reshaped into a much cockier and slightly smug one. Any form of shyness he might’ve had before was being drained away to make room for a new confident charm that would allow him to woo almost anybody. Even the majority of his former goals and ambitions in life were being replaced with a desire to be a star. To be seen on national television by millions around the globe. Just something about that just seemed so exhilarating! So exciting! So right! Like it was where he was supposed to be!

“Go Bananas…” He continued to mumble the phrase to himself as even the majority of his original memories were suppressed to make space for new ones. Memories of growing up as Johnny and being the class clown back in school. All his college friends thought he was a little crazy, earning him the nickname of Bananas. A nickname that would follow him through his career as a TV personality and would quickly become a trademark of his. All sorts of new friends and family came to mind as well as he started to think of some of the people he’d seen on TV shows like The Challenge as people he actually knew personally. People he competed against on the show!

Seeing that Johnny’s transformation was more or less complete, Wavell got down on one knee before wrapping his lips gingerly around the tip of Johnny’s thicker cock, sucking on it gently. Making sure to dance his tongue around the engorged head as he slowly slipped further down the shaft. Moving closer and closer towards the base until he was deep-throating the entire thing without an issue. Wavell smiled internally a little. It was moments like this that made him remember why he loved cock so much.

Johnny couldn’t help himself. As he started to regain some sense of self, he placed and hand in the back of Wavell’s head, gripping his neatly styled hair, and immediately began face fucking him. Making sure to stuff his dick as far down the warlocks throat as humanly possible before pulling back and doing it over again. Wavell didn’t mind of course. Cock was his specialty after all. His mouth and throat were practically made for it and it showed by how much Johnny was getting into it.

Pretty soon the man that was once Adam had been totally repressed, crushed under the weight of his new persona. He was still there and fully aware of who he used to be but if anything that only made him happier. Allowing him to acknowledge how much better he was now. How much of an upgrade his new body and mind were compared to what he had before. It was a blessing if anything that only made him more grateful for who he was now. Grateful to be Johnny.

With one last powerful yell, Johnny squeezed his thick ass before blowing a huge load down Wavell’s throat who hungrily swallowed it all. His yell turned to a low groan as he could feel the warlock sucking hard on his sensitive tip to make sure he got every drop. Greedy as always.

“Mmmm… now that was some quality stuff.” Wavell wiped the excess cum from his beard and lips before standing back up to face a rather drained looking Johnny. “Well. Time to get you ready I think.”

Johnny wasn’t quite sure what Wavell meant as he grabbed the box off the table that’d had the banana in it from before, shoving it into Johnny’s hands. He hardly gave Johnny a moment to question it before the world around them spun in a twister of purple smoke. Smoke that dissipated just as quickly as it had appeared. Only when it did they most certainly weren’t in Adam’s kitchen anymore or even his house for that matter! Rather they were standing in a rather lavish bathroom that Johnny couldn’t help finding familiar.

“Home sweet home eh?” Wavell said as he handed the box back to Johnny. Naturally the new man was confused until he felt the weight of the box. It certainly wasn’t empty anymore.

“Take a look.”

Curiously Johnny opened up the box once again only this time he found a brand new neatly folded suit alongside a pair of exquisite brown loafers sitting inside. Ignoring the nonsense of it all, he gently placed the box of the bathroom counter facing away from Wavell. Not that the warlock minded getting a full view of that bubbly ass.

Johnny carefully pulled out the suit piece by piece, examining it with care. “Now this looks fuckin perfect!” He comments as he admired the expensive feel to the fabric. “You really outdid yourself man, I’m gonna look hot as fuck tonight.” He looked back at Wavell with a cocky smirk. “Well. I always look hot but you know what I mean.”

“I certainly do. Like a diamond amongst jade.”

“See. You get it.” Johnny took the suit pants and began pulling them on. “You and I. We’re fucking diamonds. We’re the best at what we do and everyone fucking loves us for it.” He tugged the pants up and over his ass before tucking his cock in and zipping them up.

Wavell chuckled. “Going commando are we?”

“Of course. How else are people gonna see my dickprint?” Johnny responded wittily.

After that he reached in and grabbed the expensive loafers. “You see these shoes? Thousands of people are gonna want to get on their knees and kiss them tonight when they see me on TV.” He slipped the loafers onto his feet, satisfied with the perfect fit.

“Oh they absolutely will. You’re a TV icon now after all. A far cry from that out of shape run of the mill engineer you were before right?” Wavell commented, watching as Johnny began to slip on his crisp white shirt.

“R-right.” Johnny’s train of thought stopped for a moment. It was strange. He still remembered who he used to be deep down but it was so buried under these new memories and feelings that it almost didn’t seem real. Like he’d always been Johnny. Well he supposed it didn’t matter that much. It’s not like he’d ever be going back.

Johnny finally pulled on his suit jacket, perfectly matching his pants, before tucking in a pink pocket square to complete the look. “How about it Wavell?” He asked with a grin as he did a little spin to show off his body once more, now perfectly accented by the fitted suit.

“Dashing. You’re gonna have all the men slobbering for your cock.”

Men? For some reason that didn’t sound right at first. Johnny’s memories told him that he always fancied women but he couldn’t deny that he was still completely and utterly gay. Oh well it was all the same. At least now he could make some new memories dominating men and stretching their assholes nice and wide. Making the moan his name and fucking them so good that they’d be begging at a chance to have his dick again. Pleading for another load. He couldn’t fucking wait.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat for a while longer but I’ve got an interview to catch.” Johnny wrapped an arm around Wavell and started guiding him towards the door. “But hey maybe you could stop by sometime. You know, gimme a chance to thank you for all this.” They stopped for a moment as Johnny turned to look Wavell dead in the eyes, both men glaring down at one another lustfully until they finally leant forwards into a long kiss. Their beards scratched against one another as Wavell wrapped a hand around Johnny’s head and pulled him in closer. Savouring their little moment of passion.

Wavell smiled as they parted. “Perhaps. But I’ll have to bring my boyfriend if I do.”

Soon enough the pair were walking and talking as they made their way down Johnny’s driveway until they finally reached his car. Wavell had never been much of a car person all things considered but he could tell from a glance that it was quite the exquisite ride. It had a certain glimmer to it that would be sure to catch anyone’s eye, making sure that it stuck out from the other cars on the road, just like Johnny did.

“It was a pleasure. Really. I can’t thank you enough.” Johnny held out his hand. “Everything about this just feels like it was meant to be. Whenever I saw Johnny on TV, I always felt so drawn to him. Now I know why. It was my destiny to become him.

Wavell grasped the other man’s hand, shaking it firmly. “It most certainly was. And might I say you’re quite the upgrade from the original.” He replied, pleased that he’d been able to keep the new Johnny’s homosexuality intact despite the original Johnny being straight.

With that the pair exchanged their goodbyes as Johnny hopped in his car with the most gleeful look on his face. Wavell watched on proudly as the car rumbled to life and soon drove off out of the driveway and towards the studio where Johnny’s interview was going to be.

———

“And now I think it’s time to welcome tonight’s special guest! Johnny Devenanzio! Or, as he’s better known, Johnny Bananas!!” The host announced with joy.

On cue, Johnny made his way on stage from around back. An uproar of applause could be heard from the crowd as he waved to them. Sauntering towards the guest chair with the utmost confidence before getting himself sat down.

“Thank you for having me tonight.” He said with a devilish smirk knowing that this was his life from now on and he couldn’t wait to see where his newfound fame and gorgeous body would take him in the future.

[somesecretpie]

Ain't that just the way

(Decided to just post this whole interaction. This is an excerpt from my webtoon Broccoli Soup)

[celebtf]

The mission with Alec and Jace

Alec had woken up a early morning on a sunday morning, the sun had hit his eyes from forgetting to close the curtians, getting a call from his sister Isabell to come down to the Institution to report for a new mission that he and his best friend Jace needed to take care of. Apperentlly a Wizard from the Seventh world got loose and the Institution needed Alec and Jace to take care of it.

Alec was quick on his feets, getting ready, took a quick hot shower and threw on black simple clothes. Alec had gotten to the Institution and he went first to the group's table and Jace was already waiting on him. Alec could see Jace look in his eyes, the typical " You're late " even thought it was Jace most of the times being late to the Institution when he was needed.

" Okay Alec, we need to take this Wizard guy down, he wants to create a black hole in to the sky to eliminate all the Shadowhunters in the world so the Higher power can easier take over the Magic World " Jace gave Alec the information on the Wizard, where they thought that he could be, in what world, where, why, some simple background check.

Alec stood there and listen to Jace and he was very consentrated but couldn't help to to admire his looks, even tho Alec was openly gay and Jace was okay with that Alec still felt a little uncomfortable with talking to Jace about his type in men. Alec had to admit, Jace was a good looking man, the marks, the leather, the sexy push-back hair, his strong are.

" World to Alec, hello, Alec hiii we need to leave " Alec unwoke from his dreaming to see that Jace already had start walking towards the exist, Alec started walking quick after him.

" Okay if we take this exist and use a Teleport spell we can teleport in to the seventh world and start looking for the Wizard " Jace explained to Alec his plan, what Alec needed to do, how and where.

" Hey Alec, is there something going on, you zoom out alot and aren't really present it's like talking to a piece of wall " Jace spoke with his arms crossed and looked worried in to Alec's eyes.

Alec and Jace later got to the Seventh world, it was a world that clearly had dealed with alot of fires, the houses were burned and all the trees where gone.

They looked around and finally found the wizard on an opened field, Alec thought to himself " Why an opened field, it's very easy " but the two Shadowhunters Started to run towards the Wizard, the Wizard just laughed, it was all his plan.

When Alec and Jace was running over the field the Wizard used a spell, a black smokey cloud formed around Alec and Jace, they couldn't see each other and couldn't see a clear exist out from the smoke cloud.

Alec was starting to get a headache, a very strong one, he couldn't open his eyes, it hurt so bad, like a migraine. Alec could feel his Shadowhunter marks disappering and he was now ink-less, his legs started grow muscular and biggers, his feet grew a few inches too, his stomach formed a hard sixpack, Alec already had abs but not like this, Alec's new arms became stronger and more muscular. Neck got fuller and his Adam's Apple stood out more. Alec's jaw cracked and got sharper and a light stubble was growing out together with a light mustasch. His cheekbones became more dominante and his brown eyes became a soft blue color. Alec's hair changed from a dark brown to blond and slicked hairstyle. New ruins and ink splatter over Alec's new body.. Jace's old one.

The new Jace got out of the smokey cloud and saw Himself, his old body. Jace had turned in to him.

" How did he - " the New jace cut him off " let's go back and try to figure this out at the Institution Jace... well I mean Alec .. I guess " the old Alec was confused.

The New Alec, old Jace was already heading back to the Institution, the new jace run towards the wizard in secret so the old Jace wouldn't see him talking to the Wizard.

" Good job man, here is your money and thank you " the New jace laughed, all acording to his plan...

To be countined....

[wheatart]

So the commissioner told me that they found me by searching "Animorphs Commission" and if that ain't the best thing, I don't know what is. :D

[the-shiftshop]

Changes Happen All The Time. You're Just Aren't Aware Of It

"Here's a long transformation story to keep up with my debt." - Uncle Lee

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Finally, graduation. Ron and Paul had finally finished college and it was time for the childhood friends to come back to their home town. The two were unseparable every since childhood. Until they were college, they both went to the same university, taking the same course, living in the same dorm room.

On this day, it's was time to bring all their stuff back home. Paul is already done with his, with Ron driving him back and forth, so this time, it was Paul's time to help Ron bring all his stuff back.

"Eyes on the road, man. I swear you're going off the road" Paul tapped his buddy as he continue fidgeting with his phone.

Paul is your averarage college senior. Although wanting to build muscles, his studies get in the way, making him stay on an average build. Not too skinny, yet not that fat. Although his studies matter so much, he never backs down from adventures especially when it's with Ron.

"Yeah, well. We're basically in a deserted area. No cars, no buildings, and frankly, I don't think I'll hit something either way." Ron argued, still listening to Paul and makes sure the van is on he right lane.

Ron on the other hand can be mistaken for a stereotypical jock bro if only he's not known for being one of the top notchers in the university, and also maybe because of his rectangular glasses. He is lean with muscle and he lives showing off both his brain and brawn. He has an average amount of body hair on his face, chest, arms, and legs, which most of the time were kept trimmed.

Both had been long good friend despite differences especially with preferences. A very inseparable pair.

"I'm honestly kinda thirsty. Think we can find some place to buy drinks around here?" Ron followed, eyeing for any buildings in the horizon.

"I bet not." Paul answered. "I can find you some water from the back if you want."

"Naw.. We already drank them all. Thought we only had two of our own bottles." Ron replied.

"Alright, let's see..." Paul went to his map app and scanned for any shop the map app, and sure enough one suddenly appeared.

Paul could've sworn that wasn't there before, but eh, it's probably just because we didn't zoom in enough.

"Here's one, just a few more kilometers away." Paul showed Ron.

Ron drove to the location of the said shop and lo and behold, there was one shop just along the road in the middle of nowhere.

They parked on the edge of the road in front of the shop, turned the van off and went out together. As Paul checked the condition of their van, Ron walked near the store.

"Hey, I'll go ask for some water. You can wait for me out here" Paul said.

"Yeah, sure. I'll just check if we're still good here." Ron replied, tapping on the van's hot wheels.

As Paul walked near the shop, he started to feel all tingly and weird. As if he's entering a separate dimension of some sort through a force field. A large sign is placed just above the wooden door.

"The Shift Shop" Paul read.

Without anymore hesitation, Paul proceeds and marvelled at the view of the inside.

Through he wooden door, it wasn't like anything from the outside. It felt like one of the shops you see in your favorite fantasy movies. There were areas with sparkling contraptions, a flying phoenix roaming the store, small fireworks exploding in different colors, it all looked magical.

Paul closed the door and proceeded deeper. It may seem magical, but there were shelves displaying products as if it's Walmart. Paul saw food, hygiene products, electronics, dairy, snacks, and anything you may imagine. There was even an area for clothes and accessories. Paul was too much in awe that he forgot what he came in for.

Soon, he reached the counter. A bell on top of it rang automatically to acknowledge his presence and to notify the owner that a visitor had come by, almost too automatic to look like it has a life of its own.

"Just a moment!" Paul heard a deep voice coming from behind the curtain across the other side of the counter, although he swear the voice spoke of a different language, probably Korean, yet somehow he understood it automatically.

The bell rang again, rushing the man to come out as soon as possible. "Told you, Bell, to wait for a moment! I'm... you know what nevermind." The man spoke again and Paul confirmed it was Korean, yet he understood.

The man finally walked out of the curtain, and Paul gasped at the fair skinned Asian hunk wearing a thick-framed glasses. He was topless with a messy wet hair, wearing only a long beige dress pants, buckled with a black belt.

"Apologies, but my bell is always so eager to have me come and greet my visitors. I just finished taking a bath and, yeah I guess it's evident." The man spoke, this time in English. As he finish speaking, he wears the white plain shirt he was holding, "Welcome to the Shift Shop. I'm guessing this is your first time?"

"Y-Yeah. It's honestly... amazing here." Paul managed to mutter.

"Thanks, that's centuries of good work." The man chuckled, "I'm the owner of the shop, Timotheo Lee, or you can just call me Uncle Lee."

"Uncle?" Paul chuckled. The man does not look like he's old enough to be his uncle, nor be anyone's uncle anyway. He seem to be just around 25, and those youthful muscle and smooth skin did all the talking. "Is that a pen name or something?"

"Oh, I'm not kidding about the century thing. I'm older than what you think." Uncle Lee smirked.

"Really?" Paul didn't bother lengthening the discussion about his age. The shop itself already seemed so unreal. The man could even be a older than how many centuries he guess. Instead, his eyes roamed around the room.

Uncle Lee chuckled once more and moved closer to her customer. "Seems like you're looking for something, I mean you proceeded deeper into my shop. You're thirsty for something magical, aren't you?"

Paul laughed. "I'm honestly just 'thirsty' thirsty" He replied, "But something magical doesn't seem like a bad idea."

Uncle Lee tapped on his bell "Jules!" He called out and suddenly a short nerdy suited up staff appeared from thin air.

"S-Sir!" Jules replied, stuttering.

"Guide our new visitor to some areas he might fancy" Uncle Lee winked at Jules.

Jules seemed to almost melt just by his boss's wink. He made a soft 'aww' right after the man did so. "Y-Yes, sir!" Jules gave a salute and invited Paul to some part of the shop.

---

Paul had roamed around longer than he expected. He tried a bunch of testers and witnessed different kinds of magic while in the store, all of which Jules let Paul try on him.

There were fruits that turn people older or younger. There were gadgets that help you fulfil your wishes. There were literally a lot to see, but soon enough Paul stopped by a certain product that catched his eyes.

"A jade necklace?" Paul asked.

"Oh, not just any jade necklace" Jules said in a deep rumbling voice. Throughout all the testing, Jules ended up with a body of a 40 year old body builder with dog ears and tails that matches his white hair. "It's the Necklace of Names."

"Necklace of Names?" Paul repeated.

"Necklace of Names" Jules repeated back. "It's supposed to make the wearer able to change whoever he calls in a different name, and the other person will never know the changes!" Jules exclaimed. "Let's have this for an example: I'm wearing the necklace and I called you by any name aside from your actual name, for instance, I called you 'gramps'. You'll turn into a grandpa version of yourself!" Jules explained. "Or if I call you by a name of a famous actor, or someone I know, that'll automatically change you to that person. It's honestly best if you an try it yourself."

Jules takes the necklace and brought it to Paul's hand.

"And the person I change won't notice a thing?" Paul asked for confirmation while looking at the green pendant the necklace has.

"They certainly wont and their mind and personality will also adapt," Jules answered. "And in most cases, reality also adjusts, but you still have to be careful".

"If it's magic, bet it has some sort of consequences once I started using this, no? I mean just like in the movies" Paul asked

Jules nodded "Exactly." He said, "But if you wanna try it on just like what you did to the other products, don't worry, we had the consequence feature turned off when it's just for testing. But for this specific bad boy..." Jules tapped on he necklace. "I honestly don't think you'll consider it a consequence. Bet you'll even like it. I can tell you what it is unless you like surprises."

"Surprises, huh." Paul looked at the necklce and back to Jules "Yeah, I'm up for surprises. I'll figure it out on my own"

"Great! So a keeper?" Jules smiled.

"A keeper."

Paul was convinced already and didn't even have to try it on Jules. They walked back to the counter and paid.

"Mhmm. The Necklace of Names." Uncle Lee sang. "You have a great taste." He looked at me and back at the necklace. "That would be a dollar."

A dollar? That's so cheap for this quality and he expected more. Paul brought his wallet from his pocket and pulled out 2 dollars and placed it on the counter.

"This shouldn't be just a dollar. It even looks expensive." Paul remarked.

"Oh, Paul. It's alright. It really is just a dollar." Uncle Lee nodded and adjusted his glasses. "This shop does not really run from profit. This exchange is merely just like signing a contract by barter." He continued. "I prefer to know you're enjoying the magic than earning money from the magic."

Paul stared at Uncle Lee and his eyes lit it.

"And you know, I choose my customers well. I know you'll do great with our items." Paul smiled.

"Thank you." Paul smiled by the compliment. He's starting to understand why Jules reacts all shy around him.

"Anyways, I'll keep the other dollar. You best be on your way to your trip, and you, Jules..." Uncle Lee trailed off, looking at the silver fox hunk Jules had turned into. "Let's come to the back. I have to do something with that thick ass of yours" He winked at Jules and then waved goodbye to Paul. "Take care, Paul."

---

Paul left the store with a smile. He really had paid for the necklace with just a dollar. He decided to put it on and walked back to the van.

There was Ron, now holding 2 big bottles of water he got somewhere.

"Dude, where did you go? What took you so long?" Ron has his eyebrow furrowed, all while taking a drink from his water.

"Ah! Right. I forgot to buy-"

"Already did that, man. I was looking for you inside the store and you weren't there. Where did you go?" Ron asked again.

"I was inside the sh-" Paul turned back to look at the shop, but gasped at what he saw.

The shop was different now. Gone with the big signage and the wooden door. It turned into a regular off-the-road convenience store. Paul kept his mouth shut and looked back to Ron.

"Let's get back on the road. It's getting dark." Ron commanded and they both went back in the van.

---

It has been a few minutes and they've finally reached a populated area, and Paul still couldn't stop thinking about what happened. It was obviously not any hallucination since the necklace he bought is still hanging on his neck. Nevertheless, he'd want to try the necklace out, but to whom?

"You're unusually quiet. What's up?" Ron snapped Paul back to reality. "We passed by a lot of interesting sights earlier and you didn't even reacted like how you would."

"Nothing. Just thinking." Paul excused.

"Whatever it is, I ain't the type to just let my buddy stay silent throughout the drive. Whatchu wanna do?" Ron asked.

"Nothing, really." Paul replied, "Don't worry about it."

"Naww. C'mon." Ron then chuckled. "You know I'm not that type to pretend like I ain't seeing you're out of your usual mood."

It's really hard for Ron to endure that, and as much as he can, he tends to joke around just to make Paul laugh. And as for Paul, those damn words. It always was what reminds him of things he can never let go.

Paul always had a big crush on his childhood friend. Although he never had trully opened up to Ron about it because of the fear of losing his friend. Because of that, he always had to push those thoughts away to preserve their friendship, yet it's really hard when your friend is all affectionate like this.

"You wanna jerk off?" Ron smirked.

"What? No! Where did that come from?" Paul jumped from his seat. His heart beating too fast.

"Come on~ My bestfriend just needs a little bit of release~" Ron teased. He was joking. Paul knows that. It always had been a joke. "I'll stroke that dick if I were you. It's just the two of us anyway."

"Oh, shut up, Ron!" Paul laughed.

"What? If you don't want to, I'll stroke it for you." Ron giggled, jokingly placing a hand on Paul's thigh, immitating some stereotypical dumb jock asking for some bro time with his buddy.

"Stop that, you horny dumb jock-" Paul eye's widened as he finish his sentence. He snapped his head back to Ron as Ron suddenly groaned.

The van started to slow down until they stopped on the side of the road. Paul's eyes widened as he realized what he had just done. Ron was changing. The necklace was doing its job.

"U-Urgh..." Ron groaned as he stretched his body, his hand still on Paul's thigh, which was now massaging it. "Fuck, bro..."

Bro. Ron was turning into a "Horny Dumb Jock" he just called him.

Ron's muscles started to morph itself, changing his build in one way or another. His body hair started to disappear to look like they're cleanly shaven away. Tattoos apeared around his body, and he can feel it. The muted pain of tattoo needles crawled around his body, but it wasn't really that painful to him. It was pleasurable. Ron started to move his other hand around his body, feeling every skin. Pinching his nipple through his t-shirt, then feeling his abs inside, then moving it to paw his growing hard on. All the while his other had was roaming around Paul's thigh. Ron's clothes started to change. His shirt darkened and shifted to a tanktop, loose enough to show his chest. His glasses disappeared, and a cap formed on his head. His eyebrows furrowed harder as his old memories gets replaced by new ones. He's a horny dumb jock. He spend all his day fucking, masturbating, and jocking out. All the knowledge of a top notcher disappeared. His memories with Paul did not disappear, though some parts like their dynamics, their hobbies together, changed. Soon enough, Ron finished changing, physically and mentally.

"Fuck, bro. I really..." The newly jockified Ron groaned. "I really need to bust one out. I..."

Paul was left speechless. He did it. He accidentally used the necklace on Ron. He doesn't know how to feel about this, but there he stared at his childhood friend-slash-crush.

Ron moved his hand back to his crotch, pawing at his hard on that seemed to have grown than its original size. His other hand, still on Paul's thigh, squeeze it.

Paul was turned on and don't know why. He noticed his cock also hard in his pants, and Ron, squeezing his thigh, is making it more arousing.

"I need to... urgh.... jerk off." Ron grunted, like it is very urgent for him to release. "C-Can I?" Ron looked at Paul.

They stared at each other. Paul felt his heart beat faster than ever. At some point Paul wants to join Ron, but he's trying all his best not to.

"R-Ron...nnie" Paul tried to call on Ron, but for some reason, he called him Ronnie. He never called him that, but it seems automatic.

It was the necklace's work. Each change also gives the other person a new name. This is to have it easy for the owner to turn the other person back to their original body. And for this instance, Ron had just turned into a horny jock named Ronnie.

"Y-Yeah, go on. I-I don't mind, R-Ronnie." Paul stuttered.

"Yeah... No homo, bro, alright?" Ronnie said while pulling down on his shorts, revealing his hard cock. "Fuck..."

Paul stared at Ronnie as he jerked off. Ronnie still carressing Paul's thigh as he do so. "Yeah... No homo..." Paul repeated, staring at Ronnie's cock.

It was his first time seeing Ronnie's cock after years. Although it seems like this version of Ron has a bigger dick than the original.

The van was filled with loud sensual moans. Paul watched Ronnie's pecs bounce as he stroke his cock. Ronnie looks so hot when his face contort everytime he finds his own pleasure spots. Soon enough, Ronnie was near.

"F-Fuck, bro. I'm gonna-" Ronnie stroke faster, and he gripped harder on Paul's thigh. "I'm gonna cum!"

Ronnie came loads of cum all over his shirt, some of them landing on his cap, almost making a big mess on his van.

"O-Oh... Shit.... That feels sooo good." Ronnie limps down, taking deep breaths as he chuckle and looked back to Paul. Ronnie removed his shirt and used it to wipe all his cum off his body and his cap, and Paul had a good look on his hunky body. Ronnie noticed and smirked.

"You seem like you're hard too, bro." Ronnie eyed Paul's cock, which Paul hid on cue. "Naw, bro. You know we can be this comfortable to each other." Ronnie smiled at him. "Want me to help you out?" He asked, moving one hand back to his knee, moving up to his thigh

Paul's eyes widened. "N-No. I'm alright, Ronnie."

"You sure? You can always say No Homo anyway?" Ronnie's face gave a mild frown. "I told you if anything to make my bro happy, I'll do it."

"I-It's fine."

"Aight, suit yourself."

And they continued their drive with Ronnie, shirtless, and Paul's cock, hard.

---

The rest of the drive gave Paul the opportunity to experiment on his friend. In the last 30 minutes, Paul decided to experiment more. Ron had turned into a dad, a freshman, a foreigner, and other stuff Paul managed to trigger as they converse. Satisfied and almost near their destination, Paul reverted Ron back to his original body just by calling him again in his real nickname "Ron".

Upon arriving at Ron's house, Paul could've sworn Ron had been stealing glances from him more than usual. While they we're fixing stuff, it's often for Paul to find out Ron is lost in deep thoughts. He had caught Ron staring at him, sometimes adjusting the collar of his shirt, and even his underwear.

By sunset, they are almost finished putting everything in place in Ron's room. Both Paul and Ron were left sweaty due to carrying a bunch of stuff from the van to the house.

"I gotta take a quick break." Ron said as he took his shirt off and dropped them on the side. "Could you bring the last box in?" Ron asked Paul as he sat on the chair.

"Yes, sir" Paul answered.

"Damn, that could be another trigger. " He tought to himself.

What he called him as a little vague. Ron could turn either a very well respected dad, or his professor, or someone that can dominate him in bed. As he looked back to where Ron was sitting, there he saw the new man.

Before the new Ron could speak, Paul's eyes widened and hurried himself out the room and grabbed the last remaining box. His friend, his crush, turned into one heck of a dreamboat.

Reaching the living room, Paul came to he box. It was a big box that should be carried by two people, but Paul managed to carry it himself. Although struggling, he carried it to the room.

It was hard for Paul to carry the box in while walking forward, so Paul had to turn his back and walk backwards into the door frame.

"Excuse me, this thing's heav-" Paul exclaimed as he struggled.

"Wait, lemme take care of-"

The new Ron said in a soft deep voice as he rushed to Paul's aid, but before he managed to do so, Paul tripped.

"Hey!" Ron exclaimed and ran to catch Paul, only to fall too and both of them and the box on the floor, Paul lying on top of Ron.

"You okay, kid?" Ron asked, holding onto Paul.

"Sorry, sir." Paul replied.

Paul felt something on his back, growing hard. He heard Ron clear his throat, and so he looked up to see Paul, blushing.

"S-Sir, I can feel your..."

"S-Sorry!" Ron pushed Paul off his body and slid up to sit. "I-I..."

Paul sat down to face Ron. He can see Ron's huge cock straining against his gray shorts, just enough for Paul to get hard himself too. They stared at each other's cocks then to each other's eyes. Then in one quick movement, they were kissing.

Paul broke the kiss, shying away from his indirect confession. "F-Fuck. I'm sorry." He said. "That was very impulsive."

"It's alright." Ron said, still looking at Paul's eyes. He smiled and grabbed Paul's hand and guided it to his chest.

"S-Sir..." Paul's eyes widened.

"It's fine, Paul. I want this too."

Paul melted as Ron spoke in his deep sensual voice. It was a very reassuring but sexy baritone voice coming out from the mouth of this sexy hunk his friend had turned into

"Can I?" Ron motioned to move closer.

Paul nodded and welcomed Ron. Ron slided closer to Paul and started feeling his body s he kiss him on the neck. Paul shivered as Ron finds every pleasure spots in his body. Ron took Paul's shirt off and kissed his chest, coming to a nipple. All the effort of hiding how he liked his bestfriend broke down. It was just he and him enjoying the moment.

"A-Ah!" Paul moaned. "That feels so good."

"You like that?" Ron's eyes gleamed as he ask.

"Yes, sir." Paul nodded, putting both of his hands on Ron's face.

"Call me, Russel. Paul." He requested. "I'm not your teacher anymore"

Russel. That's Ron's name in this body of a hunk. So happened that he is his professor. Former, actually. Russel was doing a great job in making Paul feel good. Both of their cocks are basically stone hard and Paul had been wanting release even before they arrived to Russel's home. Russel pulled Paul's shorts off and marveled at the cock in front of his face.

"Wow, you have a big cock..." Russel said which made Paul chuckle.

"You think? Yours is even bigger." Paul stroked Russel's cock through his shorts and made him groan.

Russel took his shorts off too, finally letting Paul see this thick hairy cock. Paul grabbed on Russel's balls and played with it before stroking his cock again.

Russel moved closer to Paul's cock. "Can I...?" Russel asked.

"Please." Paul pulled Russel's head to his cock.

Russel went straight in, sucking Paul with all his might. The room once again was filled with mostly Paul's moans. His former childhood friend, now a hunky former professor is sucking his cock so eagerly. He's almost near and he's practically begging for release.

"Sir... Russel, I'm gonna."

"Not yet." Russel stood up and carried Paul onto the bed, sitting.

Paul expected that they'll fuck. He stared at Russel's thick hard cock and shivered at the thought of how painful can it be to have that in his ass.

"W-Wait. I can't take you. You're too big!" Paul pushed on Russel.

"Who said you're the one who's gonna be fucked? Russel grinned.

Paul's eyes once again widened as Russel climed onto his cock and sat on it. Without any hesitation, Russel pushed his ass down to Paul's cock.

"A...urgh!" Both of then groaning in pleasure

"You feel so good..." Russel whimpered.

"Y-You're so tight!" Paul moaned.

Russel groaned louder as Paul pushed and hat hit his prostate. "A-Ah! Sh..." Russel then moved, riding on Paul's cock.

It was too much to handle for Paul. The hunky professor is riding his cock. He's fucking a hunk. He then motioned to kiss Russel once more as they move. Paul holds onto Russel's cock as he strokes him. Paul lied down and Russel followed. He brought his feet onto he bed and started humping Russel himself.

"I-I'm close!" Russel exclaimed.

"Y-Yeah?" Paul smirked.

"Ah... Ah! I'm gonna cum!" Russel moaned hard.

"Cum for me, Russel!"

Soon, Russel came all his load onto Paul. Some hitting his face. Paul didn't stop thrusting his cock in Russel. He went faster and soon...

"I... I'm gonna cum too..." Paul said.

Russel moved and licked Paul's nipple, driving Paul insane.

"Y-Yeah! More! I'm gonna cum!"

Paul moaned and finally, he released into Russel's ass. They moved for one more kiss, and once they broke, they chuckled at each other.

Paul pulled out. Both panting and grasping for air.

"So..." Paul trailed off

"So...?" Russel followed

Paul paused or a moment. The power he got from the Necklace of Names was great. It seemed like he almost live in every fantasy he can think of, but then again, what about his friend Ron?

He looked at Russel. This was Russel, his former professor in this new reality. He may have been his friend a moment ago, but it was all Russel who made a move on him.

It was Ron who he liked, not the dumb horny jock, Ronnie, and most certainly despite being a fantasy-brought-to-life, not this hunky professor, Russel. Paul got lost in that thought. What could even happen if he revert Ron back?

"Uhm... Wanna take a shower with me?" Russel asked, bringing his hand to Paul.

"Yeah, sure."

---

They proceeded to the shower. Russel went in first, testing the temperature, then offering his hand to Paul to guide him in. Russel washed off the cum on of their bodies, then he opened up for a big warm bear hug.

Paul stuck his face in between Russel's chests, still thinking about earlier. Trying to muster up his courage, he asked.

"Do you like me?"

Russel cleared his throat. "Well... I hope it wouldn't be weird to tell you I like you since I am your professor, no? Well... Former."

"No, I meant..." Paul stopped for a moment, then looked up to Russel's eyes, trying all his best to look for Ron in this deep brown eyes. "Do you like me, Ron?"

Russel began to shrink back down. His muscles lessening and his age going back to 22. He's back to Ron, just the regular old Ron.

"I.... I like you, Paul. I really do." Ron's cheeks flushed red, still hugging his friend. "I mean... I always had this feelings for so long... I just didn't think..."

"I like you back?" Paul continued. "I also had this for a very long time too..."

They smiled.

"Ron." Paul called out once again. "I don't know how to phrase this properly, but..."

In his mind, he had kissed Russel, but that was not trully Ron, it was just right to ask one more time, right?

"Can I kiss you?" Paul reached up to Ron's cheeks.

Ron didn't hesitate. He smiled and brought Paul into his lips.

Yet another round for Paul, but it's real this time.

[maxthemany]

"You ain't gonna go nowhere!" he said with the perfect attitude of this bouncer at one of our favourite clubs. Where the hell did he get his underwear! Andy why didn't he already pulled that peace of meat out we wondered abot countless times...

[max-the-many]

I knew him for quite a while now, yet I knew nothing. We joked around here and there, having phantasies, watching movies. But lately he was getting more and more specific. 'What if's got more serious, phantasies he told felt more real until one evening he topped it all.

"What if I really could do that? What, if I had this ability for years, maybe my whole life"

I couldn't reply. He was kidding! Yet, my heart felt different.

"What, if all those phantasies, all those stories, are a way for me to share, to get it out while I'm so scared to reveal."

My heart began to pound heavier. "You're... stop joking with me... I"

"I cant keep it anymore. I..."

"Then don't" I said without thinking. He looked at me in a long silence. I liked him. Very much. He was one of my best buds, and more. And in that moment, I felt closer then ever, yet I feared to be ripped away, felt the urge, the risk, him, beeing so honest, so serious. And whatever happened, could go either way. I nodded as to inforce my words, to show my trust when a part of me was scared, scared of what might happen.

Another long minute passed. Then he went to the mirror, breathing heavily. I felt like stunned, looking ar him, wishing to give him closure, but I couldn't, I looked at himwith all my kindness towards him.

Then he looked in the mirror, and something happened. He seemedvto concentrate, closed his eyes, and all his body began to tense up, his muscles, his skin, sweating up. And there it was. He... changed! Slowly at first. I wondered if it really happened, or if my eyes were wrong. But soon, there was no doupt. His skin went darker, his hair went brown, grew a little, his features changed, strangely at first, but then they resembled this kind, handsome other face while his whole body grew into another man.

I nearly slipped, fainted at the sight.

Finally I stepped towards him, looking at his eyes, his body until my hands touched his side. I never felt this close to him. And my lips soon touched his shoulder before they formed the words I haven't be brave enough to think up until now, but always had:

"I love you"...

[tfmybody]

Quick Changes

Sometimes you just need a new body for the day. But it can be so hard to pick one out. For example yesterday I woke up in the twink body I had been wearing for a couple days but I needed a change.

I thought, maybe a little bit older. Less hair on my chest, more on my face. The changes happened quickly and my new body looked back at me in the mirror.

It still didn't feel right though. What if I were a muscular Italian model? My body exploded with new muscles stretching my new skin tight.

Yeah this felt better, but still something wasn't right. Maybe another big change. What if I were an Australian football player. My new muscle definition disappeared but my muscles grew even larger still. My new face was less manicured and more rugged. New tattoos appeared on my arm.

"Nah" I said with my new accent. What if I were just Australian, no football player. My body shrank a little bit leaving me as a fit gay Aussie.

I was getting closer to what I wanted. I could feel it. One more try. What if I were South African. I felt my body shift again, my heritage switching. My muscles shrank a little again and a light dusting of hair spread across my chest.

Yeah. That's it. Much better.

But that was yesterday. And today I'm still this South African twink. But I need a quick change again.

Who do you think I should be today? What body will you give me? Maybe I'll give you one in return too.

[multiplicationdivision]

Company Policy

Milo was stuck on the worst run he’d ever taken. Cargo needed in 2 days and just under that time to get there in his truck if he drove without sleeping. It would have been near torture and even if the payout was better than amazing, it wasn’t something he would’ve taken a week ago.

Milo had a trick these days.

He’d picked up a hitchhiker. A backpacking twenty something, dumb and rugged. A golden retriever of a man that was handsome in a sense, but not in any way Milo was interested in. Too sweet and trusting for him. Men didn’t last long around him like that.

Especially now.

He’d been sweaty when Milo had picked him up, his shirt wet with the hot sun and turned to mud from the dust. That’s what you ask for travelling around the middle of the southern nowhere. Barely a thing worth shit on the endless roads between truck stops and motels. Maybe a rattlesnake or two.

It had been easy to get the happy fool to wear one of his backup Tees. He kept his spare uniforms in the back, enough to last him the long trips. Gray polyester that was boringly company policy to wear no matter what. Like Milo was employed under Amazon or FedEx instead the knock off generic delivery company that was obsessed with him maintaining their nonexistent brand.

Company policy was absolute. Not the soft idea of absolute, Milo receiving consequences for not following the rules or maybe even getting fired. Nothing weak and mundane like that.

Company policy like this was some mind-bending shit. It wasn’t something that could be broken, not by Milo who’d already signed his employment contract. He was bound by it’s rules and it would be a claustrophobic feeling had he not gotten such a good contract. Great pay, great time off and an understanding boss. He could deal with the strange aspects of that contract for the benefits. Even manipulate them sometimes.

Only employees can wear their uniform. The contract states that on page 2 in full bold letters. Followed by a bunch of stipulations about assignment of uniform sizes and assorted accommodations.

The hitchhiker wore one of his shirts now. His ragged sweaty one was somewhere on the floor, balled up under the passenger seat. The man had said it was surprisingly comfortable for a uniform. Said he’d worked as a cashier for some fast-food joint and that theirs were scratchy. He’d said he was surprised Milo’s shirt fit him so well.

Company policy demands that only the employee who owns the uniform wears the uniform. Milo wondered if the hitchhiker noticed how baggy the shirt was on him minutes ago. How it sagged around his shoulders, the man smaller than him by far. Now it fit perfectly, tight against his skin.

Milo asks if the man knows about his favorite TV show. Some niche drama going back to the 90s, echoing the same plots over and over and over. The hitchhiker squints his darkening eyebrows, recognition blooming in real time. The man just remembering something he’d surely never watched.

He’d been clean shaven, but now the guy’s face was covered in a shadow that Milo recognized. He’d discuss his travels as he gazed outside. Not noticing the moment when the tales of a hitchhiker faded into recollections of hauls gone hilariously wrong.

Milo watched the changes out the corner of his eye, relaxing as the awkward conversation became easy. Their language becoming more and more alike by the second, the nervous dog of a man becoming loud like Milo. Discussing their nearly identical plan of scaling the Devil’s Tower and free climbing whatever parts of the Grand Canyon they could get to. Bragging about how little they needed to workout with so much time to spend climbing.

The other made sounds of discomfort every now and then. Milo wondered if it hurt to have a life scooped out and filled in again. It was likely just disorienting, the hitchhiker seeming to try to recount his college years only to remember that he’d been a cross country trucker for the last six years. He’d laughed about how nice it was that truckers could rely on each other when they needed help. Milo joked that it was hard not to pick him up when he was so handsome. They laughed because they looked remarkably similar.

At some point, Milo realized that he had ended up in the passenger seat. As if he’d slowly bled into existence without the awareness to realize it. Feeling a slight desynchrony from the still sweaty cargo shorts and trainers he’d been left with. The other Milo laughed at him when he complained. They both knew he had brought an extra pair of sneakers for this exact situation.

They were mirror images now, matching short beards and curly hair. A situation they were both used to by now. Three times policy had assured that the person wearing his uniform was Milo, no matter how it broke the rules of reality to do so. They were short staffed so his boss had told him to keep it coming.

Milo would always have a buddy for the road, someone to trade shifts with as the other slept. Another Milo keeping him company in every state, at every stop. It only cost a few nobodies and a shirt or pants.

It was a good trick.

[crystalitecloudie]

imagine sagau (specifically the imposter au) but since they are actually the creator they can shapeshift

so they shapeshift into the CUTEST CAT to not only hide from the imposter hunt but to get adopted... by following their favorite character around and helping them with tasks until they are forced to take them in :)

like,,, imagine sneaking into angels share and diluc happens to be working there at that moment. not only are you making venti sneeze like the world is ending, but you've successfully stopped him from drinking any more, just when diluc needed a little helper to get him to stop :0

AND THEN YOU FOLLOW HIM HOME AND MEOW AT HIM UNTIL SIGHS AND FACEPALMS HIMSELF. then he takes you in and feeds you lil table scraps <3333

[somesecretpie]

[celebtf]

Dressed in Style(s)

It was a late Friday and I sat down in my apartment on the East side. I scrolled the feed on Instagram, when I saw the post

I found Harry so hot, the tattoos, the hair, the muscles, the attitude. It's not that I'm in love with him, I wanted to be him, have his life.

I scrolled om Harry's Instagram and saw that he had a show in my City tonight, I didn't have a ticket obviously but that hasn't stopped me before. I packed a little bag, took my car-keys and jacket and went down to my car and started driving down town to the stadium.

I finally arrived at the stadium and now I only needed to access Harry's lounge, it was still in the afternoon so the Rehearsal for tonights show was still running. I saw a crew jacket and a hat " This is my chance " I said for myself, I put the jacket and hat on and started the search for Harry's lounge where I would hide till he was done with Rehearsal. After some time searching I found his room, the clothes were put on a hanger, some makeup was on the table, some hairproducts too, some water for tonights show " I can get used to thks " I said and laughed.

1 hour goes by and I hear somebody's coming so I hide behind the door. The door open and it's Harry himself entering his lounge, all tired and sweaty from Rehearsal. This was my chance, I slowly locked the door very quietly, I grabbed my bag and take out the handcuffs and ballgag i packed earlier and I jump on to Harry's back when he was facing away.

" Hey, who are you, stop that " Harry said but I was fast and put the Handcuffs on him " I'm sorry Harry, I just want your life so much, you have the money, fame, boys and girls drooling.. I want that, and it's okay nobody will notice you're away anyways ".

I put Harry on his knees and ordered him to start sucking on my dick " Yes Harry, you suck dick so good " I had my hand in his hair and started pushing deeper, the sound of Harry chocking was like music for my ears.

I grabbed Harry from the floor and placed him over the table with the mirror, I wanted him to see this next part. I put the ballgag in his mouth, pulled down his pants and started entering his tight ass " Oooh Harry you're so tight, I love it " .... as I was fucking his ass I started to see my hands grow bigger and tattoos started to appear, arms started to grow bigger and I got more muscular and more tattoos appeared. My hair grew longer and darker and my dick grew a few inches too. I force Harry too look up in the mirror " Look Harry " my voice came out deeper and with a brittish accent, The shock on Harry's face, there in the mirror was Harry Styles fucking Harry Styles. " How does it feel to be fucked by your own dick Harry ?" I asked him inbetween the moans. I shot a few thique loads in Harry's ass and then put Harry on his knees again and took out the Ballgag.

I could see Harry's hair started to lighten and getting shorter, arms got Skinnier and the tattoos disappering and he got shorter too. Harry was now a copy my old self

I took my new phone and I called Steve my Manager " Hey Steve, It's Harry I have a naked Intruder in my room, can you send somebody " . Steve came and took the Old harry away and I went out on stage of 60,000 people and and nobody suspected a thing. After the show I went backstage and Jerked infront of the same mirror, looking at my new body.

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Hey I'm new to this Writing thing, English is not my first Language, so I'm sorry for spelling and grammar errors. I hope you liked this story and want to see more of them

[pugsandbrimstone]

This meme spoke to me on a spiritual level.