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Finally Home

"Uuuggh.... fuuuck... that's gonna hurt for at least a few hours..." A deep groan escaped from my mouth as I rubbed the pain in the back of my head. Having him fly across the room and slam his head on the hard concrete floor was definitely not in the plan, but at least everything else had been successful.

You see, for years and years I had been lusting over this one handsome hunk that frequented the gym I went to. Damien, as I later managed to find out his name, wasn't just any normal gymgoer. No, he was beyond that and more. The way he easily lifted those weights with his huge biceps, the tension of his massive quads as he ran on the treadmill, and the short breaks he took between each set to give everyone around him a prideful flex show... He was a god among gods... at least in my eyes.

Some might have called me obssessed, but I just found myself mesmerized by everything he did, everything he said, and everything he was. I loved the way his tall muscular body moved, I loved the way his deep accented voice sounded, and I even loved the way his pungent after workout musk smelled (Yes, I might have broken into his locker a few times just to bask in that wonderful scent of his...).

At first I really thought I was just in love with him, but I quickly realized it was something more than that, something more possessive. I didn't want to be with him. No, I wanted to be him. I wanted... no yearned to parade around with that wonderfully fit body, to watch myself flex with those massively thick biceps, and to simply own all that he possessed and had worked hard for. The very thoughts would make me quickly chub up and I'd often be forced to release a big load in the gym toilets while imagining running my hands across that chiseled flesh of Damien.

That's why I've spent the last seven months browsing through every book in the library, every website on the net, and every tattered research paper I could get my hands upon to find some way to actually make my desire come true. It took countless sleepless nights and an almost empty bank account, until I finally found what I was looking for. All that was required was the right place, right time, and right person...

I wasn't going to risk anything, so after finding out where he lived, what time he usually went to the gym, and when he would most likely come back home, I immediately put my plan into action. Yes, I broke into his apartment. Yes, I smeared chicken blood all over his living room floor to draw a glyph and lit incense sticks everywhere. And yes, I sat in the middle of it all naked and drenched in chicken blood, while clutching a piece of dry wood with runes carved on it in my hand.

You would think I had gone mad at this point, but you have no idea the dedication and yearning I had felt to actually make this go through. Patiently I sat there and waited for him, minutes and hours went by, but I was just as ready for the moment he would be back.

And when I could finally hear the entrance door to his apartment unlock, and saw the shocked expression on his handsome face as he found a complete stranger sitting in the middle of his living room floor, I immediately brought the unusual dry wood high up in the air and split it into two. Almost instantaneous an intense burning pain washed all over me, followed by the horrific sight of my physical body being engulfed in sweltering purple fire. A pile of ashes and flesh pieces was all that was left, as I now found myself hovering above the glyph in some sort of hazy non-physical state.

Not letting the opportunity pass me by, I immediately focused my form towards Damien's body and flung myself against him. A look of absolute terror was plastered on his face, as the words "Oh fuck" left his mouth. A wide gaping mouth that turned out to be the perfect entrance for me to slam myself straight into. The very force of my invasion however caused him to suddenly be flung backwards and across the living room.

I was rapidly forcing myself down into his gagging throat, and quickly filling him up with all of my essence. I could feel him starting to fight back, but I had no intention of giving him that chance. Immediately I pushed down even deeper and found his core. It was warm, livid, and pulsating... and I wasted no time completely enveloping it and absorbing it into myself. I could feel all his memories, dreams, and desires wash over me. If I wanted to become Damien, I had to go all the way.

One the outside, Damien's face was red and exhausted, as his expressions went from ones of pain and anguish to pleasure and joy. For a few brief minutes he closed his eyes and just laid there on the floor in eerie tranquil.

Until they finally opened again with me in complete control.

I tried to push myself back up, only to fall back down on the floor with a heavy thud. As much power and strength that flowed through my new bigger body now, I found myself beyond exhausted. Not only that, but my broad muscular back was now drenched in sweat, as were my armpits with my new wonderfully pungent musk.

Accepting that I wasn't getting up from this floor anytime soon, especially with this pounding headache in the back of my head, I decided to enjoy my new self right there and then. With one rugged hand shoved deep down in my gym shorts and squeezing my new engorged manhood, the other massive arm was busily being kissed, flexed, and having its wet armpit being worshipped.

Basking in my new perfect body and identity, I spent the rest of the evening filling the apartment with groans of my deep accented voice, and my stomach with pounds after pounds of my sticky white Damien cream...

I was finally who and where I had always meant to be, with the perfect body, life, and identity.

Finally I was home.

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Adjusting To His New Reality

There’s just something so incredibly erotic yet wrong to be licking and tasting his jock neighbor’s armpits, Finneas thought to himself. Not that he had any plans of ever stopping the worship of his new body. His asshole of a neighbor had not only been a huge pain in his ass since his wealthy parents moved in next door, but also quickly become the object of his desires.

Now, the Chronivac had completely erased his old body and life from existence, and quickly transferred all that belonged to the former jock to him. His accumulated wealth, his perfect fit body… even his dank messy room…

Gone were the posters of video games and music groups, replaced by pictures of body builders, cars, and busty blonde women. His music instruments, his closet, now being fully replaced by work out equipment and work out clothes instead.

Surprisingly yet fortunately though, only his room had been affected. Stepping outside showed his normal house, and downstairs his parents were still as kind and humble as before, even though their pockets were now overflown with cash.

And as he would later find out, everyone now recognized him as Finneas, the rich jock. Part of the school orchestra, but also a main player in the school’s football team. Loved, respected, and lusted by literally everyone.

For now though, he just wanted to play with himself. Feel, smell, and taste what his new perfect body had to offer. Maybe he’d even invite the hot straight QB over to help him worship his body. After all, with the Chronivac in his hand… anything was possible…

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Is this chronivac support? I accidentally mixed up names and put the name of Chris Hemsworth in the spot of my real name instead of who I want to be. 'Now I'm the one and only and the chronivac cannot undo it as it says no changes have been made yet. I'm even starting to forget things, like my name. I know it wasn't Chris Hemsworth, but what was it? Can you help me out, mate? Maybe I should find my brother Liam and ask him?'

Okay, now this is REALLY crazy. You accidentally registered as Chris. And you both actually used the same password. Has anyone ever told you that QWERTY is not a secure password? But there is one question: Why does Chris have a Chronivac account at all?

Ever thought that you don't get shoulder length blonde hair overnight? Well, not usually… Many actors use Chronivac. Hercules today, Meatloaf tomorrow and Prisoner of War the day after? How can you do that without Chronivac? And our VIPs have VIP treatment, of course. Everything super discreet. I'm not really responsible for that. But now I'm caught between two stools. You are clearly Chris Hemsworth. And you're actually clearly not. But as you rightly said: You are now the one and only…

You know what? If you don't tell anyone, I won't tell anyone. I'll ask my pal in IT administration to delete the case. And I'm going to take a coffee break. Hopefully the cute fella at Starbucks is on duty today. I think he looks a bit like Liam….

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Delayed Graduation

Repost of an old story that was previously flagged as too risqué for tumblr. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

- We might have a solution of sorts for you.

I barely registered principal Johnston talking. My world had been shattered, without warning. It all felt unreal, and most of all unfair. I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, but there were no witnesses, just my word against hers. She wouldn’t press charges, Johnston had explained. I was almost demanding that she did, so I could clear my name, but thought better of it. If it went to trial all outcomes would be bad, to varying degrees. This way I would just be expelled. I guess I could use the term “drop out” to soften it further. It’s not like the job market is stellar even if you have a degree, but this would firmly pigeon hole me as manual labor.

- What? - I said we might have an arrangement that could interest you.

He pulled out a stack of papers from his manila folder and placed them in front of me, and continued.

- We have a little trial project we would like to push ahead with, to see what the full potential is. Coach Andrews would personally take charge of your training to see how far he can take you in a year. Similar to what he managed to do for Shane O’Brian. Since you will be heavily supervised, fully scheduled and not share any classes with your former class mates, she has agreed to allow you complete your studies under these conditions. It’s not that many months until she graduates anyway. Your graduation obviously will have to wait until next year.

Shane of course was the star of the basket team. He was two years below me, so I didn’t know him, but I heard he had basically never touched a ball before he met coach. He must have been active in something else though, with that body. The girls were swooning like crazy. Some of the boys too, as rumor had it.

- Sir, I’m really grateful for this opportunity, but I’m not really made for sports. Just look at me. Tall and thin. Not much track and field around here. - We are not asking for any miracles. Just follow all instructions given and do your best. That’s all we’re asking.

I started to flip through the papers. I was bored just looking at the page numbers.

- Should I bring this home to my parents? - This is a bit time sensitive, so I’d prefer if you make your decision already today. You’re 18. You get to decide this on your own. Why don’t I leave you for a bit? You can have a read through, and then decide what you want to do.

As he left the room I started to go read through the contract properly. Why do they make things so complicated? The contract really just said that I assumed responsibility for the “infraction”, but the school would not disclose it to anyone unless the contract was breached. I would agree to participate in the athletic education study for one year. In return the school would allow me to graduate next year. But written over 26 pages.

I didn’t feel like I had many options. Initials on every page and signature on the last. Then repeated on the second copy of the contract. I was about to leave and find principal Johnston when he returned, followed by coach Andrews.

- Have you made up your mind, or would you like Mr. Andrews to explain it in more detail. - I’ve already signed the papers. - Oh, well then. I’m so happy we could work something out.

Coach Andrews opened the gym bag he was carrying and pulled out a blue singlet and ear guards, and held them for me to take.

- Let’s try this on right away. - Now? Here?

Johnston opened a door to a side room of his office.

- You can change in the conference room here. - But wrestling?! Have you seen me? - As I said, follow all instructions and do your best is all we ask.

It was the first time I even held a singlet in my hands. I’ve never even thought of how to put one on. It wasn’t hard, just step in them like some shorts and then pull the straps over your shoulders, but I never imagined doing it.

I looked ridiculous. I guess size isn’t as important when the fabric is stretchy, but this sure wasn’t my size. The taut straps pulled the fabric in the groin, while at the same time my thin legs didn’t fill out the legs of the singlet. What a mess. I walked back into the office, naked apart from this one single piece of clothing.

- Should I put on the ear guards as well. - No, that isn’t necessary. Here.

Coach opened a small, brown, glass bottle and poured its contents into a white plastic cup from the water cooler, and handed it to me.

- This is the time sensitive part. Drink up.

This day was going from horrendously bad to confusing to weird. I emptied the cup. The liquid tasted like cough syrup. Sickly sweet and with bitter herbs.

- What is.. *cough* *cough* - Here. Take a seat.

It felt like drinking really hot cocoa when you are frozen. It kind of spreads from the chest to the rest of the body. All of me was getting warm, and an uncomfortable feeling or pressure. Everything was off, like I was drunk, or high or something. It was over in a minute, though it is quite possible my mind was playing tricks and it really was longer than that.

- Stand up against the wall, so I can take a photo.

Bewildered, and with unsteady steps, I did as told. He snapped a few pictures with his phone, and then showed me one.

- Don’t tell me this isn’t a great starting point.

I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was definitely me in the photo, but it was like the aspect ratio was wrong. I must be several inches shorter, but everything, arms, legs, chest, shoulders, neck, was wider. Even my face was altered, if ever so slightly. Where just minutes before, or whatever, I was a lanky gamer, I now was a hunk of muscle.

- How is this… - Don’t worry about the details. We must work quickly now while you are fresh, to get the wrestling technique right. Meet me in my office tomorrow at 7 am.

With that he slapped me on the shoulder and left. Just as he was about to exit the office, he pulled out a pair of shoes from the bag and placed them at a table.

- Oh, I almost forgot these. Your new size. See you tomorrow!

My head was spinning. What had just happened to me, to my body? Starting point? Principal Johnston had his distinct “anything else?” look.

- What about my studies?

My voice was lower than before, I think.

- You’ll be placed in the athlete’s reduced curriculum class. We just need to retest your proficiency levels first. - Why? I don’t understand. - My point exactly.

He didn’t make any sense. I felt tired, slow and almost dizzy trying to understand him.

- What about this body? What happens when I graduate? - You graduate with the body you have, like everyone else. It’s not like we can change it by magic or anything.

He smiled and chuckled to himself.

- Take your old clothes with you as you leave. Something might still fit.

Nothing did.

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Manhood Exchange

The premise is based on a story I read a while back and forgot to bookmark. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

I was in a shopping mall when I got the notification on my phone. Out of habit I just tapped the icon and suddenly I got a large, erect cock filling the phone screen. I immediately became aware of where I was and had a few seconds of panic before reassuring myself that no one else saw it. I moved a few steps to somewhere less open, where no one could walk behind me, and had a look again.

It was beautiful. Massive and uncut, with the skin pulled back to expose the pink, gleaming head. Actually the entire cock glistened like he had made a few strokes with precum on his hand and then positioned himself with just the right lighting to make the veins pop a little extra. The truly remarkable part was however the overlay at the bottom of the screen. “$400, quick trade”

I’d been on the Manhood Exchange app long enough to know a cock like this is usually hundred times that price, if not more. Whatever impression you’ve got from watching porn, people are on a bell curve with cock sizes, and the ones on the higher end of the scale aren’t selling. All the people who used to compensate with a big truck suddenly ended up in the same market, competing for the same cocks, and they make a hell of a lot more big trucks than big cocks. Oddly enough there was a market for really small cocks as well, not quite as high prices, but just as small supply. Normal people like me in the middle of the bell curve with no cash to buy and no cock to sell just had to make do.

It’s not enough for a cock to just enter the market either, which itself is a thread to needle with the 18-35 eligible age span and clean health declaration. For you to find one it has to be bio-compatible for science reasons and roughly the same race for ethics reasons, though the latter is just a matter of money. Obviously I tapped the “Deal!” button in the app before I even checked out his profile. With that kind of cock everyone would know you either had a shit ton of money, or you could get it by selling. The profile didn’t add much though. Just more good-looking images of him and his cock. A text message function as well, but was there really anything to talk about?

You’d think I’d be a bit more careful swapping cock with another man, especially since you can’t swap again until all the cells have been replaced because of some quantum spin entanglement bullshit. Ten years with bad meat is a long wait, but I already knew he was a bio-match and healthy, so it was more Fear Of Missing Out. I had some shit I hope I could fence, so I took an instant online loan and had the whole deal closed before I’d passed Baskin Robbins on the way out. Both I and my normal size cock were excited.

Just ten minutes later the phone chimed again with a proposed time for the swap at 7:20 pm, almost three hours away. Though I didn’t know anything about this less than an hour ago, any delay felt too long, like I hadn’t realized how much I wanted this. What it would mean for my position in the crew. Every minute of waiting was a minute where something could derail everything. My phone could be stolen. The exchange could cancel it for some reason. I tapped “Accept” and headed home with the phone in a secure grip in my pocket.

The instructions after I had accepted were straightforward. Be seated with a naked crotch and open the app ten minutes before the scheduled time for exchange. I decided to be pantsless until then just to be safe, and I set three alarms on the phone. One at 6:50 to sit down, if I wasn’t already sitting, one at 7:05 to be ready, and one at 7:09 to open the app. I sent a text to Shawn and told him I wouldn’t be joining the crew until later, if at all. No details of why.

Then I just sat down in the comfy chair. Three hours to go. I was only wearing my hat, socks, and T-shirt. And my bling of course. The sweatpants and my trunks were in a pile on the floor, and the phone was charging next to me. My cock was pointing almost straight up.

I realized that it would only be my cock for another few hours or so, and I should say goodbye properly. Normally I would jerk off in the shower or in front of the computer, but since I was already perfectly seated and with an erect cock in front of me I just grabbed it and started to remember all the highlights we’d had. When my neighbor Jamar excited came over and wanted to show me something. He was a few years older, but still occasionally spent some time with me. He showed me into the bathroom, lowered his pants, and told me to do the same. Then he showed me that by pulling on his cock he could get it to “bend” in his words. I remembered waking up one early morning with my boxers wet and worried I’d peed my bed. To my surprise they were filled with slime, but just to be safe I put them under the bed to dry so my mother wouldn’t know. I remembered that time I got an erection during a movie screening, and slowly wanked but desperately trying to avoid cumming or anyone else noticing what I did.

I remembered the first time I had sex, the first porn I jerked off to, the first time a date ended in sex, the first time I had sex in a car, the first time I jerked off to a porn video on my mobile. All while doing this I tried to go as slow as I could, like at the movie. Flashing before me were dates, partners, and porn stars, while the top of my cock had some frothy pre-cum. I was shocked when the alarm went off. How the fuck could time have moved that fast. I scrambled to get hold of an old T-shirt within reach, and pretty quickly came into it with a few pumps of cum. Not really the satisfying climax I had envisioned.

Suddenly time was moving slowly again, and I was stuck watching dried off, limp cock in front of me. I became self-conscious about how it looked, worried about if the seller would cancel the trade last minute seeing what a lousy deal it was for him. He’d seen my photos already though, but they were taken erect and with good lighting. What was the cancellation policy anyway? The next alarm went off. Why did I even set that one? I was getting nervous. What if it hurt? There was a lot of news about misteleportations some years ago, and this was way more complicated. I didn’t even understand how it worked. I knew the basics of standard teleportation from school. Every particle is a probability wave that exists everywhere, but the probability of it actually being at a specific point is overwhelming. By manipulating the quantum state you can poke the probability so that it is more likely to be somewhere else. Just a change in probability, so it can move instantaneously anywhere in the universe, given enough math. Swapping body parts between people was way harder, so it was bound to have lots of issues that could happen.

The last alarm interrupted my train of thought. I kind of felt not ready. Rich people did this, so it should be safe to do I reasoned, and tapped the activation button on the phone.

“This will start a legally binding contract with Manhood Exchange Incorporated adjudicated in the state of Delaware. Please identify yourself.” the phone voice said. I pressed the white circle on the screen with my identification finger, the middle one of course.

“Please sign that you are aware that concluding this transaction will replace your penis, testicles, prostate, and relevant connecting tissue, glands, and other structures with a third party as preliminary agreed.” I pressed the circle again, wondering what would happen if I didn’t. The $400 would certainly be gone.

“Please sign that you are aware that this is a one-time transfer option with Manhood Exchange Incorporated that cannot be reversed through quantum transplantation.” I pressed the circle a third time.

“Please sign that you are aware that both set of testicles will be made infertile through this swap.” I pressed the circle a fourth time, not so nervous I barely registered what I had signed. The screen of the phone changed to showing a live video from my selfie camera, showing me half-naked in my lounge chair. “Tap to connect” it said on the screen. I did.

The image quickly changed to show the man from the photos lying down in a white, far more upscale couch than I was sitting in. “Yo, man. You ready to do this?” he asked. His erect cock was just as big as it had looked on the photos, almost looking bigger as it was swaying with his breathing. The instructions on the screen said “Verify the other party is the selected exchange party and that he is seated with exposed crotch.”

“Yeah, let’s do it.” I said, and tapped the Verified button on the screen. I could see from his motions that he did the same, and a timer started on the screen, counting down to 7:20. “So, will it fit in speedos?” I blurted out, still feeling nervous and with several minutes to kill. He chuckled. “Shorts are better for swimming, but you want some tight trunks to keep it in place when you’re wearing normal clothes. I use compression shorts a lot.”

“Well, you can use whatever with mine.”

The last 40 seconds we just stared at the countdown in silence. The actual swap was instant, almost silent, though I wouldn’t be able to describe the sound, and without any shimmers of light as you can sometimes see when teleporting. It felt like someone spilled warm water over my crotch, though that quickly went away, but it was replaced with the most amazing, intense horny hardon I’ve ever felt. It was like the cock was buzzing, craving attention. “Enjoy the wank” the other guy said. “What? Oh. Thanks!” I said and the video was closed from his side.

I grabbed the cock with my hand and instantly felt the difference in size. It was almost the size of my wrist. I just moved my hand up and a trickle of precum oozed out and trickled down over my fingers. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and continued where I had left off, thinking about the most recent porn videos, and in not too long I could feel the buildup of a climax, only this time I was unable to force it back. It just kept building and building, and I think I actually moaned out loud as the first rope of cum erupted. Then another one, and another one. Then I had to open my eyes to look at the mess, and it wasn’t any small squirts of cum either. It looked almost comical how my T-shirt was completely soaked in cum, and I was still pumping out a few more ropes.

To my amazement the cock was still semi-erect. I got up and hurried to the bathroom and threw the cum-wet T-shirt. After a quick look at my sticky chest I decided to have a shower. I stripped out of the few remaining items I had on and proceeded to have another wank in the shower. This one lasted a bit longer and produced slightly less cum, but it was still a shocking amount.

I had barely dried and put on my underwear before the new cock started to firm up again. I grabbed the phone and sent a text to the seller in the app. “What the hell is happening with my cock? Were you always hard?”

The app sat silent for a few minutes until a response chimed. “It’s called hyperspermia. It’s a genetic condition, so not a disease in Manhood Exchange’s definition. You’ll learn to cope several hours between wanks. It was the precum that bothered me the most. Just drink a lot of water, always wear a condom, and compression shorts really help, as I said. Good luck!”

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Granny’s Will

A rewrite of JD’s story. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

“You should stay away from him,” she hissed in a low voice. I turned my head towards Cody’s creepy granny and saw her leaning my way. “What?” I answered, not understanding what she meant. “Tell Cody you don’t love him. You were only with him for the sex, but now understand how shallow you are. Tell him you are not good enough for him, clearly. You’re also not good for him. He’s just so full of disgusting thoughts now. Soon his grades are going to suffer. You’re like a parasite, pumping him full of poison.”

Her voice went harsher the further she went on. I just stared into my empty plate wondering if she was for real. If she would end the tirade with a “j/k lol”, but I hadn’t heard a single joke from her all evening. “I’m…” I started, unsure what to say. It was just so unhinged, like a rambling better suited a century ago.

“Should I get the desert?” Cody asked, returning from his bathroom break, and clearly not reading the mood of the room. We made a good couple on campus. He was the captain of the Lacrosse team, and supplemented his hard training on the team with some extra gym time to have a fitness magazine cover toned body. I was on the cheerleader team with body of a nymph. All rack and ass, long smooth, tanned legs, and tall enough to kiss him without standing on my toes. I decided to give my response to his granny right away, and left my chair to join him. “It’s already here,” I said and kissed him on the mouth. Not a quick kiss either, but with tongue and passion. With my tongue still in him I turned him around so I could see his grandmother. She looked pissed and her saggy face had turned red. Good. I locked eyes with her and gave her the finger behind Cody’s back. Her eyes were turning red too. And glowed.

There was a sharp slap in my face, as if someone hit me with an open palm, and I felt a shock of pain through my entire body. I was thrown backward and fell, or perhaps rather forcefully pushed down, crashing into a bed. All pain was immediately gone and I was lying on my back in a silent and dim room. Faint sunlight glowed through the drawn curtains.

My thoughts were a jumble. While I didn’t feel cold, I was naked and the sheets were damp with sweat. I leaned up, my eyes still adjusting to the lack of light, and saw a room I hadn’t seen before. At the same time it was a kind of room I knew very well. Beat up weight bench, piles of laundry, X-box under the TV, and fit babes showing lots of skin on posters on the walls. Your standard sports jock room. Also filling the room was the dank smell of sweaty dude I also knew very well, and never liked when visiting the guys on the team for some… at home exercise.

“No fuckin’ way…” I muttered, grabbing my throat hearing the deep mumble that escaped my lips. I felt the thick bulge in my neck, then stripped the sheets off me to see a massive, bulky body that wasn’t mine! “FUUUUUCK!” I shouted, jumping out of bed and hurling my beefy self to the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door.

Staring back at me was a tall, tanned, and incredibly ripped jock, the epitome of a dumb fratboy. Handsome but dickish face framed by unruly curls. Wide, hefty rounded shoulders, pecs that bounced and flexed at even the slightest move, jutting out from my brawny chest. A killer 6 pack, shredded from practice, and the V-line of a god leading down to a big bulge in the trunks. My trunks. I turned to look at my back and suddenly the vision of my cheerleading friends giggling about “jockbutts” as we watched the guys play came to mind. Athletic, striated thighs completed and calves like footballs completed the look before ending in pair of big sweaty feet. The tongue of my kicks just by the door told me they were size 15. Dude, ya know what they say about big feet? Totally true, yo! I was starting to bone up just looking at myself, filling out the trunks! Wait till the chicks see me! WAIT! NO! Chicks?! I mean, my Bros… Nah, fuck dude why would they care? They’re just as swole! uuuuugh… my head….

I staggered from the mirror and fell back on the bed. What the fuck had just happened? My head was pounding and my stomach growling. I knew this was Cody’s granny’s fault, somehow, but spending any more time in this rank room wouldn’t solve anything, and to leave I needed something more than the loosem grey trunks I was currently wearing. The room was a mess, but inside the wide open wardrobes I only saw winter clothes. I grabbed a pair of basket shorts from the floor next to the bed and put them on, and their pair of socks from the floor under the shorts. Just as I was about to open the door I also decided to step into the sneakers.

The house was foreign to me, but lots of the decorations and furnishings were familiar. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where my mother was making breakfast as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She offered me second helpings of everything, complained that I was eating her out of the house, and told me I needed to shower before heading to school. I tried to argue that I was going to the gym with Cody after school, but she firmly told me that wouldn’t be of any help to anyone who had to sit near me. It was only after I was in the shower I realized I somehow knew my schedule for the day. What was going on?

The house was in the old suburb the city had turned into a rent-controlled zone. All the buildings looked much more dilapidated here compared to our real house, but the upshot was that the school was within walking distance. As I was short on time I threw on the same clothes and a sweatshirt, grabbed the backpack, and started to jog there. Halfway to school Cody’s granny suddenly stepped out of nowhere just in front of me. “One week,” she said.

“What the fuck is going on?” I said, still not used to hearing my deep voice. “You have one week to show you can control that lustful body of yours. If your dick squirts a single drop of your disgusting ball phlegm you’ll be stuck like this where you can’t hurt him,” she said in her shrill voice and poked my chest with her nail.

Just as suddenly as she appeared she was gone, and I felt a chill down my spine to my balls. I’d never felt a sensation like that before, but then I’d been a dude for like an hour. It was like you needed to pee, but different, and I could feel my recent dick stiffening again. Obviously the old crow had gifted me with a horniness attack as a parting gift. It was almost physically painful to not touch my junk and rub one out right then and there. The remainder of the way to school was agony as I jogged past worn-down houses built for Korean war vets back when, with MILFs getting in their cars to get to work. Occasionally a car with a babe from school would zip by, and when Riley from my class waved I was so close to bust a nut. I don’t think it was the actual jog that made me arrive at school all sweaty and smelly.

School was weird. Obviously I knew everyone in class, but somehow it wasn’t a shock to them that I was suddenly this muscular jock. My usual spot had been moved to back in the room, and the teachers weren’t really paying much of any attention to me. Which was probably a good thing, because man did I have a lot of issues to deal with. Who designed these desks? They were way too small to sit straight in. I found the only bearable way to sit in them was to slouch, legs spread apart to not slide off the seat. That however made a full display of my erratic boner. If I focused on what the teacher tried to tell us I could take attention away from my horny dick long enough for it to get soft, but as soon as one of the girls answered a question I could do nothing but stare at their back and remember from PE how they looked naked. Queue tenting and feeble attempts to cover it up.

I squirmed and sweated my way through the classes, half the time thinking a sweatshirt was the worst decision with how clammy I was and half the time thinking what a masterstroke it was to hide in it. I was close to losing it during lunch. You might think that just putting more people in a room wouldn’t be an issue. You can only have so many people in your field of view after all, and the ratio of hot to average people is the same. But somehow the average-looking people melt away and your eyes keep darting between the super hot people, most of which I’d showered with at cheerleading practice. I did my best to keep focus on the food, and it kind of helped because as soon as I started eating I realized how hungry I was.

Time dragged on during the afternoon, and I did my best to stay unfocused. Listen to the teacher, but zone out from class interactions and certainly everyone in class, and above all don’t think of your own body and how it feels. Most teachers left me alone, and the one that didn’t I managed to give an answer that satisfied him enough that I wasn’t totally asleep.

After school Cody and I went to the gym. I somehow knew that we usually did that on the days with no lacrosse practice, which was kind of unsettling to me. How much else of my mind and my memories had his grandmother soiled? It was nice to finally be alone with Cody, but he was acting quite different than he used to around me. I was after all just a teammate now, albeit someone he was friendly enough with to be his gym buddy. He seemed chattier and less guarded than I’ve ever known him. Lots of talk bout the cheerleading team and babes in general, which I did my best to deflect. We changed into our gym clothes, for me a grey tank top and shorts with a printed sunset on, and went to work. I was again shocked that I knew things I didn’t know before, like how to use the gym equipment and spot for Cody. He for his part continued to talk about girls, and that’s when it hit me, as I saw ourselves in a mirror wall. He was trying to impress me. Despite him being the captain, he clearly saw me as the top dawg, at least regarding girls and sex. The player among his peers.

As unsettling as some of the revelations at the gym had been, at the end, once I got Cody to focus on the exercises, it felt cleansing to work as hard as possible. It was like all of the sexual buildup over the day got released and replaced with glowing muscles. Most of it anyway. Walking back home from the gym alone with my thoughts I was confused with how the day had ended. Not only was I still with Cody, but I had somehow become his best buddy. It was bewildering why his granny had made that change, but I was grateful for it. Above all though it felt like I had a shot. I could survive one week of this and come out better for it.

Immediately as I stepped into the mess that was my room I wasn’t so sure anymore. The walls were filled with scantily clad women, just at the line of what is acceptable to sell to students. Pop stars, actresses, and photo models. But worse than that was the smell. That jock room smell, heated by sunlight all day. Even before this transformation nonsense I would associate it with sex, though from an entirely different point of view. I could feel the horniness coming crashing in fast and rushed to the bathroom for another shower, a colder one.

I spent all the time between dinner and bedtime playing on the X-box, trying to avoid thinking about anything but the game. Several times during the games I caught myself joining in with all the sexist shit my teammates kept saying over the voice chat. It wasn’t that it got me hard again, but it did make me worry about how easily bro speak kept creeping in.

The boner I woke up to was almost painful. The room was warm, I was hot, and my dick strained the fabric of the trunks I had gone to bed with. Barely awake my right hand almost automatically started to slowly grab and rub my hot rod when all of a sudden the last clouds of sleep vanished and in panic I realized what I was dangerously close to do. I jumped out of bed, rushed into the shower, and had another close call before I lowered the temperature. I needed to come up with some sort of plan to survive this week.

I threw together a shitty lunch box, protein bars and fruit, so I could avoid the school cafeteria. I put on a cut-off T to not melt in the classroom, and compression shorts as underwear in the hope of keeping that troublesome dick in place. I brought the tangled mess of headphones with me so I could tune out the class and focus on the book and the board. I was determined to not fail.

The day started out fine, though Mr. Carlton in English objected to me wearing the headphones. I told him to back off for one week, as I was on my period. The rest of the class laughed, he blushed, and left the matter. Honestly I scared myself again with that response as I kept having these short moments when I didn’t act like myself, but like this douchy frat dude.

At lunchtime I was starting to feel real horny again. If not for the compression shorts under my loose basket shorts I would be visibly tenting. I went to the stadium to get away from everyone and do a few laps in the hope that physical exercise would keep the libido in check, like what happened when I worked out with Cody. Just as I had hoped the area was deserted. No one else was dumb enough to be out on the track at midday in this hot weather. I wanted to get two or four laps in, to get 800 or 1600 meters, but it was too hot. After one lap I could feel the sweat running down my back. Instead I ended up cooling my dick in the drinking fountain by the bleachers to numb it a bit, downed half a gallon of water, and ate my packed lunch.

It felt like things were going downhill from there. Jessica kept staring at me during US history and then invited herself to team up with me during chemistry. It was like she didn’t care I had practically soaked my shirt during lunch. It took me longer than I want to admit, and a fragrant lab with ammonium chloride, to realize that perhaps she reacted the way she did because of how I smelled and not despite it. Of course that witch must have done something with my pheromones, if that wasn’t new-age bullshit. That meant I would have to keep my distance from girls too, because no way her magic worked one way.

Thankfully next on the schedule was Lacrosse training with Cody and the team. I knew all these guys since I started cheerleading, some longer, but this was way different. I was one of them, moreover one they looked up to almost as much as Cody. I ought to have been harder than ever getting into gear with all those muscled bodies, but I barely rocked a semi. Though to be fair I was probably the best looking guy of the bunch. All those thoughts just vanished as soon as we entered the field. It was just me, the team, the coach, and the game.

I don’t think I can put in words how exhilarating it was to not think of anything but what was happening right there and then. Time just rushed me by and we were heading back to the locker room again. Cody made sure to walk just next to me, patting my shoulder, and telling me how great it had been. He was right.

We talked about what had gone well, what we needed to improve, how Alex had screwed up all his passes, how Lauren from the cheerleader squad had looked at me throughout practice, how Cody’s group project in Spanish was falling apart, what games I had been playing last night. Not until we stepped into the showers did it hit me that this was all wrong. I was his girlfriend, not his mate. I don’t know if he noticed any shift in my demeanor, because as I was lost in those thoughts he began staring at me. “Fuck, you really are hung as a donkey” he said, and I looked down at my soapy hand absentmindedly jerking my fully erect dick off. Fuck! I stopped immediately. “Keep at it, bro. Looks like you need it. Why’s everyone so quiet?” he said and left the showers. I realized we were the only ones left, though we had been the last ones back into the locker room from the field.

The showers only had one setting, lukewarm, so I couldn’t go for a cold shower. I desperately needed one, apparently. I hadn’t even noticed what I was doing before Cody rescued me, and I wasn’t even through the second day. I quickly rinsed off the soap, made hasty work with the towel, and returned to the locker room.

“Looks like someone is ready,” a smirking Lauren said from across the empty locker room. I was too surprised to hide anything with the towel in my hand. I stood frozen, like a deer in headlights, completely naked, and with a raging hardon. “I asked everyone if we could have a moment,” she continued. She was wearing the white sneakers, the knee-high socks, and the cheerleading skirt from our uniform, but was topless. Her beautiful sand blonde, wavey hair reached down to her perky, round breasts. I had always been envious of that hair, but it was the boobs, jiggling as she approached me, that kept my attention. I could feel hormones rush into all the primate parts of my body while I stood still. She kept getting closer until at last her chest touched mine. It was like something snapped inside me, like a glass ampoule in a glow stick, that couldn’t be put back. I grabbed her and kissed her, long and deep. To hell with Cody’s granny’s witch games. She did this, so she can undo it. I just needed to empty my balls into this slut. She wasn’t wearing her spankies and I knew for a fact she was on her pills, so we were almost instantly on my towel on the bench with her legs over my shoulders, squeezing my fuck stick.

It was everything I had hoped for, though probably much quicker than she had hoped for, when my shattering orgasm came. Whoever said girls’ orgasms were better had never tried out this body. Fucking hell how good it felt filling the bitch up. She was still smirking when I pulled out my dick and leaked our smoothie blend on my towel. “Now be a slutty boy and keep the rest of the chicks off Cody,” she said, eyes glowing red.

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The Hoop (Pt. 2)

Its been a week since my first encounter with the Hoop. That first day after my transformation I went out to a local gay club. Standing in line, I looked down at my id to see my new face had replaced my former one and a new name had appeared, Jason Bowker. That night I hooked up with probably a dozen guys. Moaning as they caressed my god-like frame and took my 10-inch monster cock in their tight asses. Now I stood back in front of my bathroom mirror admiring my frame. I looked over to see the yellow hoop leaning against the wall. I had done a little experimenting over the week and from what I had gathered, the Hoop changes the very fabric of reality, based on what its holder wants to change. And if a change is not specified in the user's mind, a random one occurs, I learned that the hard way when one night I slipped the Hoop over my cock and it grew to almost 3 feet as it took on a shocking blue color. Now I stood in front of the mirror looking back at my reflection as I dropped my underwear and held my cock in my hand. I admired its slight curvature and beer-can-sized girth, and the veins that travel on the underside of my shaft. I grab the hoop and think of my next transformation before positioning my cock and balls through it. Immediately, the tingling sensation returns and I grow to full hardness. My cock reaches its full 10 inches of glory and just as it did previously, it continued to grow. I moan out as it reached 11 inches, precum dripping like a leaky faucet onto the tile below. My whole body seemed to glow in a bright sheen of sweat that dripped off my body as my cock neared 12 inches, while my balls drop lower. They grew and swelled to the size of avocados, black hair enveloping them as the stench of musk and sweat reached my nose. I pull back the hoop right before what feels like gallons of cum pours out of my foot-long cock, coating the mirror in strands of my thick baby batter. I brace my hands against the counter as a ride out my almost minute-long orgasm. I stare up at my gorgeously handsome face as sweat drips from my hair. I begin to wonder what else this hoop could do.

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Chronivac support? Something's not right! I had a perfect plan, let me tell you. My husband is a skinny meek pale blonde guy, and I was tired of having to cheat and sneak around to get someone sexy to fuck me. (Not that it's hard. Buff Latinos like me are hard to pass up ;P) So I set up a gradual week-long transformation to turn my husband into a confident hot jock version of himself, and set it running two days ago. It's working! He's already a little taller, a littler buffer, a little cockier... but I'm looking kinda deflated and slimmed down, as if the Chronivac is taking from me to boost him. What's going on? And can you stop it??

I am very sorry that the support was not manned the last days. And obviously the process is finished by now. You have checked the "Keep average values constant in relation" in the process. A function that is not used very often… But it obviously worked perfectly. I think that you can be quite satisfied with your friend.

Definitely a really hot jock. And I bet he fucks you more often than you would have liked. Although you're not exactly buff anymore, Latino boy!

If I see it correctly, you went to the sea for a few days. Enjoy it. And now that the ongoing process is over, you can put on a few pounds of muscle again. Whether you get them from your boyfriend, you may decide all alone!

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New Roommate

“What do you mean I wasn’t always black bro?” your ‘roommate’ says, clearly a little offended. 

You had arrived back to your apartment from your classes, and there was this muscular black guy chilling on the couch playing video games. You asked him who he was, and he was insisting he was your roommate.

“I don’t know what’s going on right now, but you’re not my roommate!” you say “My roommate is some skinny white dude named Mike! Not…?”

“Marlon. And dude, I really don’t know what’s gotten into you. If you don’t believe me just check my phone, plenty of pictures of us together man. You know, since we’ve been roomies since freshman year and all.” 

He hands you his phone, and as you scroll you see picture after picture of you and Marlon hanging out, all these going back to freshman year with a picture of both of you moving in to the same dorm.

“What the hell is this? How did you edit all these?” you say.

“Bro, they aren’t edited. Jez, next you’re going to tell me that you’re not black!”

“Haha, very funn..” you suddenly look down. Where there should have been a flat white chest, there were two slabs of thick black muscle. You panickedly turn your head to a mirror, and there is a muscular black jock looking back at you. 

“W-what the hell?” You gasp, feeling yourself up. Yep it’s real; your hands glide up your thighs, chest, and then to your head where you feel curly hair.

Wait a second, your ID! That surely would show your actual self. You fumble it out of your gym shorts, excitement quickly turning to dread. There on the picture was the same handsome black face. Even worse, there was a different name on the ID, DeRon.

Ugh, that’s not your name, its DeRon! You mean it was DeRon! Fuck, you couldn’t remember what your real name was.

“Everything okay DeRon?” Marlon says, gently shaking you out of your reverie.

“No man, it’s not!” you say. There must be something, anything that could prove you weren’t this hot black jock named DeRon. In a last ditch attempt, you pull up your phone, desperately trying to find anything that could prove you had changed.

Your phone yielded nothing; shirtless pics of you flexing, you chilling with Marlon on your coach, a dick pic of .. wait what? You stopped your frantic scroll, staring at a black slab of meat saved on your phone.

“Hehe, that’s a hot one huh babe?” Marlon said over your shoulder, as he wrapped his arms around you. 

Babe? Wait, was this his dick? Were you boyfriends or something? As Marlon groped you, you felt your own dick harden. Your own fat black cock; and why wouldn’t you have one? You’re black after all, just like your room.. boyfriend .

Marlon notices your arousal and saunters over to you. “Mind if I take care of that bro?” he teases, as he forcefully strips off your gym shorts, revealing your fat erection.

He does the same, and soon both your cocks are out and hard as fuck. You couldn’t help but start to makeout with him, each grinding against the other. Things escalate, two fat black cocks in both of your mouths. Its too much for both of you, as you both cum deep into each other.

“Why don’t we clean off in the shower together?” you say, cum dripping from your lips.

“Of course!” your boyfriend grins, happy you are back to your normal self

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Walk on the Beach

The day was too hot for Brandon as he walked along the beach. His parent’s had forced him to go outside, even though he felt he wasn’t built to be outside. His passions involved things indoors, like reading, studying, building PC’s and playing with his chemistry set. His parent’s however felt he needed to get out of the house so they forced him to go outside in their coastal town encouraging him to find something to do outdoors.

He cursed them as he walked along, if he’d known they were going to suddenly shove him out the door he would’ve at least grabbed a book. Then he could’ve felt like he was doing something productive. As he walked along, a girl watched him from the pier. He didn’t know but he was about to experience something most men dreamed of. Walking along he paused and watched the beauty of the ocean. The footsteps he’d made behind him were quickly being erased. The ocean sending its waves to quickly take back his impact on the land. Taking a moment to admire it, a soft tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality.

Slightly startled, he turned to see a beautiful young woman standing in front of him. Her blonde hair gently swayed from the breeze. She was barely dressed, wearing only a swim top and a pair of shorts which he assumed was over her bikini. The olive skin on her body was breathtaking and as he found himself working on figuring out what to say she spoke to him. “Are you lost?” It was so melodious that he had to bring himself back.

“No sorry, just uh walking the beach,” his voice cracked slightly due to his lack of confidence. Girls were something else that weren’t in his wheelhouse. Being a straight guy, he enjoyed a beautiful woman, but having one so close to talk to in person was frightening. As she gave a smile, it cast a spell on his nerves temporarily calming him. “Would you like to sit and enjoy the waves?” Confidence was growing inside him.

“I’d love that,” she said as they both settled into the sand. They sat there watching the waves come in and go out. Building up the courage he turned to ask her a question but met her lips instead. Immediately he fell into her trap as she slowly seduced him with her powers. Her lips tasted of cherry and her hands felt like velvet on his neck. She pulled him closer turning him on as his medial prefrontal cortex fired off dopamine; inhibiting his willpower to make her stop. She listened closely to his responses. His beating heart, the catch in his breath. She could smell him growing horny as she waited to strike.

Brandon was falling for her quickly, their kisses growing heated as he gave into her unaware of what she intended to do to him. Finally at the point of no return she took the opportunity. Gently pushing him back into the sand she planted herself on top of him. Her fingers quickly unbutton his shirt, her velvety hands rubbing his bare skin. Her touch caused his body to react. Kneading the muscles in his chest with her fingers, she caused them to rise and take shape. His flat chest was now filling with the missing muscle he thought he’d never have. He was far too turned on to notice. Her fingers worked up to his shoulders making them expand, his back widening as well. “You’re so tight,” she commented, making her way down his arms.

The small twigs he’d been using were growing up, they were expanding, growing into solid trunks of hard muscle. The veins in his forearms popped as he squirmed in delight underneath her, unable to control how it made him feel. His breaths were getting deeper as his chest expanded to its final size. Taking a break from rubbing his arms she leaned in kissing him deeply. She used her kiss to keep him from using his expanded lungs to get fresh air to snap him out of her trance. His dick responded by tenting his shorts. She could feel it and smiled knowing there was no coming back now. “Relax,” she whispered in his ear as she worked her fingers to undo his shorts.

Those cherry lips quickly went to work wrapping around his member. His only reaction was to gasp in surprise and glance up and down the beach hoping no one would see them. Her fingers continued to work on his stomach, drawing out each cobblestone giving him a delightful six pack. The softness of her lips caused him to moan and squirm, his balls expanded as his testosterone built. His body reacted to the surge of it by making his ass, thighs and calves expand with growing muscle.

It was getting hot and steamy for the two of them as she continued to work on his rod, making it grow longer as she used her powers to bring out the stud inside him. She glanced up at his face, seeing his baby face vanishing, his jawline was becoming prominent, his nostrils flaring as his body began to sweat and produce more manly pheromones. He laid there looking like a horny idiot with his tongue hanging out like a dog.

The smell of his own body hit his nostrils, the amount of hair under his armpit had grown, his feet were rapidly growing to catch up to hold his new size. The palms of his hands were expanding with his fingers becoming longer to match. He began breathing deeply again, quickly replenishing his brain with oxygen. As his brain came back online, he could immediately tell how big his body had grown. He’d sunken into the sand some. “What’s happening?” He grunted with a deeper voice.

She immediately looked up seeing him awakening. “Hey, stop it,” he said, trying to push her off. She was so close. She just needed to edge him on a little more. Using his colossal hands he pushed her forehead back, but she retaliated by wrapping her hand around his member to give it a few good pumps. He let out a yelp as his cock reacted. It had been building up the final stage of his transformation. Hunks like him didn’t require brains, at least she didn’t want him to have one. She smiled watching him struggle to hold it back before he let out a moan and fired. A stream of cum filled with his I.Q. quickly blasted across the sand. The sparkle in his eyes quickly faded as his face took on a more confused look.

The waves quickly swept up to them, washing away Brandon’s former self. Getting to her feet, she offered a hand to Brandon. He looked at her with the same dumb expression but took her hand. “It’s okay you big lug, I’ll find more to make like you. Why don’t you go enjoy the day?” He stared at her dumbly before sauntering off shirtless. She smiled watching him, happy to turn another man into a brainless horny zombie. Soon she’d use Brandon to her advantage, but first she needed to find more intelligent men and reduce them like she’d done to him. How else was she going to create an army to take over this world? Can’t do it when the men or women are intelligent beings.

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Hi, so I was setting up chronivac when the app asked about my interests to get my personality. I wrote about how I like comicons and marvel superheros and their costumes and then forgot about it, at least until something strange started to happen. Now it's been all day that my clothes feel tighter and tighter and I know this seems weird, but they are becoming spandex? I just wanted to get more fit and confident and I'm really not sure what's happening!

First of all: Unfortunately, there is a user error. You have not filled in your interests but your wishes. And triggered a transformation with Save. Unfortunately, you have specified only a few details, so some changes run randomly. But don't worry, we'll fix that.

That all your clothes get tighter and tighter is correct, that was one of the main desired changes. And yes, currently almost everything is spandex. That's why there are almost only sports clothes in your closet. And a few superhero costumes. The second reason why everything is getting tighter is because your muscles are growing.

But now it turns out that maybe your plan wasn't so well thought out. I mean, you won't be able to go to work in your Spiderman costume. Although you do look very hot in your Spiderman costume! What do you think about a new job as a bike messenger? Keeps you fit. And no one will look at you funny when you walk around in skin-tight clothes. As long as you have your racing bike with you that I have already put in the hallway, everything is no problem.

We could argue about the superhero costumes. With your new body your nerdy interests don't really fit anymore… But how about a new sideline. Stand as a living statue in the pedestrian zone from time to time. Justifies also the clothes. And believe me, I would throw money into your hat. To make it a bit more, I'll add a few inches to your dick. There's nothing like a big bump in spandex.

I hope you realize that this goes beyond normal support. But somehow I like you. That's why I go a little beyond my competence. Only spandex is not nice either. But skin-tight must already be. I hang a few motorcycle suits in your closet. The corresponding Ducati is outside the door. Have fun and stay streamlined!

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The Hoop (Pt. 1)

I was walking in the woods behind my house when I first saw the hoop. It was lying against a tree stump, its yellow and white stripes seemed to call out to me. I picked it up, confused about why a hula-hoop would be out in the woods before I slipped it over my head. Almost immediately I felt a tingling spread throughout my body as I started to grow. My arms and chest packed on muscle as my formerly soft stomach morphed into a solid six-pack. I dropped the hoop from pure shock as the transformation continued and the tingling sensation moved further down my body. My ass expanded and molded itself into the perfect muscle butt. I moaned out as the tingling moved to my groin, My cock growing fully hard, straining the fabric of my shorts. I gasped as my cock grew past its usual size and expanded into a thick 10-inch-long monster. The tingling continued into my balls as they grew from their former grape size into the size of lemons, filling with thick alpha cum. My thighs grew almost to the size of my former torso, tearing the fabric of my shorts. My calves filled with strength as my feet tore out of my shoes. Then at once, the tingling stopped and I was left to admire my new form. I ran my hands up and down my new cobbled torso and across my football size biceps. I cupped my new pecs that were straining the fabric of my shirt almost obscenely. I looked down to see my new cock bulging out of my tattered shorts, and I grasped it in my large hand, pleasure coursed through my body as I came across the forest floor immediately. Gasping and almost doubling over from pleasure I grab the hoop and make my way back to my home and up to my bathroom. I look in the mirror at my new handsome face and magnificent body and snap a quick picture. I'm definitely going out tonight.