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Anywhere But Here!

The last thing Luke Carmichael wanted to deal with was this! He had just come back a...job interview? He couldn't even remember. All he could remember was the immediate past, the moment where he took out his phone and suddenly saw a message from the potential employer:

GOOD BOY.

He didn't know what to make it of. He didn't even know what number it came from. All he saw was the message and suddenly his body felt stiff. As if he was frozen, he suddenly dropped his phone as he felt stiff.

He couldn't move no matter how hard he tried. All he could think about was Good Boy. It felt so good to be called a Good Boy. He felt so mindless whenever he was called a Good Boy. And Good Boys obey. A Good Boy listens. A Good Boy gets ready to change.

Fuck. Luke thought to himself. He had something important to do, he couldn't get distracted. But as he was stood frozen, he continued to hear it echoing in his mind. It took almost all his strength to look down and realise the same phone he dropped was playing some audio message from an unknown number.

He had to turn it off!

Good boys listen.

As he reached for his phone, he found his fingers fumbling as if he didn't know how to control them. The phone suddenly felt like something that could slip from his grasp at any moment. As he tried to turn off the audio message, he found his hands weren't obeying, instead the hands began to warp and shift.

The sound of wet flesh moving and growing was almost enough to drown out the sound of whoever had sent him the voice message. But that was until he saw his fingers were lengthening, hands were growing, the skin tone was growing slightly warmer.

But the biggest change was how disobedient his hands were. He tried to turn the phone off or close the message or do something.

Yet his larger hands instead just pulsed with new life as they grew and turned the volume up, causing a couple people to look his way as his phone blared.

Fuck! He had to get out of here!

Good boys cant move away.

Just as Luke tried to move, he moaned as he could feel a tightness in his shoes and realised that he was stuck like some statue. His feet weren't budging and that's when they began to grow wider and larger. His toes pushed up against his expensive suit shoes and he whined, begging that the growth stopped.

But as if some force was drinking up his resistance, he watched as his feet suddenly began to burst through the confines of his suit shoes. They were left in tatters as his feet extended a few size forward, the pleasure of the growth making his cock throb.

"F-Fuck what's happening to me?!" Luke looked around, shocked as he saw he was getting more people's attention but the more he tried to move the more his feet refused.

Then the next message appeared:

Good boys have a good ass.

"No please god- ohhhhhhhh~" Luke moaned out loud as he almost fell on all fours if his feet weren't forcing him upright. He still leaned forward, a hand instinctively grabbing his own ass. The more he tried to push against it, the more that he could feel the ass fattening up.

The more he could feel it growing more sensitive.

The more it felt like his hole was empty like it needed something to fill it as his previously flat ass was starting to thicken and fatten up even more. Like a balloon it was inflating, like rolling dough, growing bigger and bigger as Luke moaned and groaned.

"F-Fuck! Please help!" He begged to the passerbys looking at him, some muttering to themselves and others taking out their phones.

Good boys are so horny.

"Please!" Luke begged as he heard the next command and found his cock growing. But it wasn't just growing erect, it grew an inch as if it was so horny that his boner was having to grow bigger to contain all his libido. He couldn't handle it at all as his cock grew tanned, once circumcised, the foreskin was growing back and his cock was drooling pre-cum.

Good boys have good bodies.

"S-Stop recording! Help!" Luke moaned as his muscles were the next to begin growing. Good boys were meant to have good bodies after all, just like the message was telling him.

His ass and feet weren't enough.

The tan began to spread over the rest of his body and the more it enveloped the rest of him, the more that his body changed. His torso started to stretch taller. His pecs pushed forward as they grew even more muscular and his previously skinny stomach started to bloat with muscle forming a six pack.

His thighs expanded as his quads and lats started to grow muscular too, like he was practically living at the gym. But his body was curated in such a way that it seemed more so carved to show off how appealing his body was rather than focus on actual strength.

But even with this strong body, he couldn't move and he saw more people recording what was happening to him. He held up his hand to try and block their view before-

Good boys show off.

He suddenly felt his hips gyrating, the muscles being slick with sweat from his anxiety. But now that same slickness was making everything all the more appealing as he continued to show off his body in all the right ways.

"No wait! What am I doing please-" Luke flexed his arms, unable to stop himself as he looked around. "Please! I can't stop-"

But there was a part of him that didn't want to stop. There was a part of him that continued to want to gyrate, to move, to show off his hot bubble butt or flex those sweaty biceps.

"S-Stop taking pictures! It's not funny!" Luke yelled as he saw more of the crowd giggling, phones out as he moaned.

Good boys are good at being dumb.

"N-No I'm not dumb I have a degree from...I mean like a paper from...Some important place!" His mind was already dulling down. Memories being replaced and rearranged. He was no longer some businessman that had graduated from Stanford and had experience working in business.

In fact he never even went to college.

He barely even made it through highschool.

If it wasn't for his hot body, he wouldn't even know what he would be doing, as he continued to get dumber and grin, finding satisfaction in showing off his body to a random crowd.

Luke shook his head.

"No- Please help...This isn't an act, I need to-"

Good boys cant resist.

"I need to...Need to...Cant resist..." Luke moaned as he flexed again, the dregs of resistance leaking out through the thick pre-cum that drooled out the head of his fat cock as he...

Good boys CUM

Obeyed.

Came.

Everywhere.

The pleasure ran so hot and good that it basically flooded his body, making him feel every last ounce of pleasure that his body could possibly create and then some. He came again and again as the people looked on shocked. But Luke couldn't care. All he cared about was being a good boy.

The Old Luke was no more. They may as well had been left in that office somewhere. You see Luke did get the job at the company after all.

But not as some executive.

No, he got a job as one of the executive's prized dancers for one of their more...intimate businesses at a bar. They would make them a lot more money that way with the way they looked and Luke giggled as he couldn't wait to entertain the men at the bar like he did this crowd.

He's always been such a good boy.

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Commission for a friend where Derek Hale from Teen Wolf is made into a muscular beach bro.

Derek sat on the beach towel underneath the umbrella with an annoyed look on his face. He tried to drown out the laughter and chatter of the beach goers around him, a little annoyed that Stiles wasn't here.

He only came to the beach because Stiles wanted to. Derek never cared about the beach, for one thing there were always too many people that were loud, annoying, and inconsiderate to the other people who just wanted some quiet relaxing time. Sand would somehow get everywhere which always annoyed him even as a kid. 

Needless to say Derek was very grumpy about being stuck here alone while Stiles had to take the car back to town to help his dad with something real quick. Derek would have just gone along with him, but Derek had already made it to the sand to find them a spot while Stiles got the last few things out of the car when his dad had called him, thus leaving Derek here alone for the time being.

"Just try and smile and have fun." Derek mocks bitterly.

He sits there and just browses on his phone hoping for Stiles to get back with him on when he can join Derek or even better when he can pick Derek up and they can go home. 

'At least the annoying families have moved further down the beach.' Derek thought to himself. Earlier when he set their spot there were quite a few families around with their shirking brats running around. Now though they all seemed to have moved and left Derek mostly alone from the area of the beach he was on which he was glad about since maybe now he could actually relax.

However his quiet time was interrupted by the arrival of a fake tan bodybuilder sized beach bro. Derek heard the man chatting loudly on his phone, going on about his workout he had and how he was now going to chill at the beach for a while. Derek tuned him out or tried too at least. The guy was so loud his deep voice was grating on Derek's nerves. So of course the dimwit decided to lay out his beach blanket down near Derek's area so the werewolf was forced to overhear more of the guys conversation.

Derek glared at the ocean in front of him as if it was to blame for being near this insufferable idiot. Derek decides to get up and head towards an area of the parking lot to grab a drink from the vending machine. Since Stiles had the cooler with him when he left Derek here alone, which the werewolf was still trying not to be bitter about. 

When he gets there however he notices a looming shadow behind him and he turns to see the annoying meathead had joined him.

"Sup bro, having a good time?" He grinned widely at Derek. The guy looked around Derek's age. Overly muscled with no body hair on his torso whatsoever. His hair was styled in an obvious douchebag style. 

"No." Derek said in a deadpan voice. He hoped his rude and unfriendly tone would be off putting to the guy and he'd leave Derek alone, but that seemed to do the opposite. His smile seemed to get wider.

"Dude you should hang with me then!" He said excitedly. "I'm Brad by the way." He introduces.

"An answer to a question I didn't ask." Derek snarks and goes to leave when Brad grabs him lightly by his bicep.

"Aw dude, no need to be so grouchy. The beach can be fun with the right company." He says.

"Here, let's take a selfie together to show the start of our new friendship." He says.

He tugs Derek closer to him, catching Derek by surprise as he throws his huge arm over Derek's shoulder and before Derek can protest the flash of the camera blinding Derek's vision.

"Oooh this is a good one." He hears Brad say as Derek rubs his eyes.

Derek opens his mouth to say something, but then he is seeing Brad's phone screen from the big brute pushing it close to his face.

"Check it out bro, we make a great pair don't you think?" He asks. Derek can't help look at the photo and he has to do a double take. The guy next to Brad in the photo isn't Derek, it's some big dimwitted looking guy like Brad.

"That isn't me." Derek says.

"I know bro, pretty cool filter huh? Makes a normal guy into a buffed up bro." He says sounding oddly excited which Derek didn't understand why. His confusion must show on his face because Brad follows up with.

"You'll see soon enough my dude." He smirks.

"What the hell does that." Derek starts but he stops mid sentence when a wave of dizziness fills his mind. He rubs his temples to try and ease the fog from his mind, but his body just seems so heavy all of a sudden.

"Just relax bro and have some fun with the metamorphosis." He hears Brad say.

Derek is a little surprised the dumb brute knows a word like metamor.. Derek's mind goes blank for a second over the word, unable to recall how to properly pronounce it. He feels embarrassed over the fact his intellect seems to be decreasing and he quickly grabs his phone to try and call Stiles, but Brad is grabbing it from his hands.

"No need for this right now dude." Brad says smugly.

"Come on bro, give it back." Derek blurts in a deeper voice to his surprise.

"I will, once you're all done and my perfect bro." Brad tells him.

Derek tries to move to grab his phone, but his movements are sluggish. His muscles ache and feel tense. A warm sensation pumping through his entire body. He can't help but groan a loud feeling his tense muscles relaxing while they also swell bigger in size. 

Derek can imagine how he must look with his entire body suddenly expanding with pure muscle bulk. His biceps, pecs, deltoid, traps, calves, every muscle on him just steadily expands.

"Come on Brad, stop this dude." Derek says in a sluggish voice. He feels Brad's strong hands on his broader shoulders. The brute's palms massaging them and oddly making Derek feel relaxed.

"Why? Don't you like this Der? Being a huge muscle brute like me? All brawn and no brains, just how you like it huh bro?" Brad whispers in Derek's ear.

A small smile tugs on Derek's lips as he listens to Brad's words. His tank top that he was wearing and was now too small on him quickly grew to fit his larger body type while the fabric became a see through mesh that showed off his powerful new body type.

Derek's shorts shrunk into a pair of black speedos that the pouch of them was filled with Derek's impressive sized bulge and the seat of them outlined Derek's new perfect ass. 

The werewolf could feel his wolf side diminish and help change him more by making Derek a foot taller than he was already. His hair even restyles into a similar style as Brad's with blonde highlights through it. His lips got fuller, his skin tanned from being out in the son a lot. Now Derek looked like a muscle beach bro just like his best bro Brad.

"Dude, what was that weird feeling?" Derek asks as he rubs his head, confused as to what just happened.

"Dude, you tried to impress this guy and sound smart, but you just confused yourself." Brad tells him and hands Derek his phone back.

"Aw dude, I hope I didn't make a fool of myself." Derek says a little dejected.

"Don't worry man, I think he likes big dumb guys. You should send him a selfie." Brad suggests.

"Good idea man! He will surely fall for me with muscles like these!" Derek says excited as he poses and takes a selfie.

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The Transfer

(Written for @the-natwolf)

It’d been a long day for Nat as he arrived home feeling pretty exhausted and wanting nothing more than to laze about for last few hours of the evening. The first thing he did was whip up a nice hot meal for himself to satiate his growling stomach. Soon after he found himself collapsing on his bed with a drink in hand before pulling out his phone and scrolling through some of his socials.

Naturally it wasn’t long before he found himself on Instagram. He took a sip from his drink as he scrolled through the various posts, some being of his friends, some being adverts, others being funny videos. But of course one of the most common themes while scrolling was seeing huge manly men showing off their half naked bodies. As a gay man who could blame him after all. There would be bears, jocks, dads and meatheads alike just filling his feed to the point where more often than not Nat found himself unable to go on Instagram in public.

“Damn he looks good…” Nat mumbled to himself has he stopped on an image of a bear showing off his big hairy pecs and stomach. In honesty he’d always been a little jealous of men like that. Men that were huge and manly. It made sense though. After all Nat was 26 now, standing at 5’7 and had a pretty lean average build. Wasn’t really that hairy at all either. Sure he didn’t hate his body at all, he was content with what he had, but when there were guys his age and younger that were well over 6 foot and stacked with muscle, it was hard not be at least a little envious of them.

He took his another sip of his drink before his seemingly endless scrolling was stopped dead in its tracks. Up had popped a new post from one of his favourite dudes on Instagram, Ched Uzor! He was a massive dude, super tall and very muscular with dashing good looks would make the smaller man swoon every time. Or almost any gay man for that matter. He was gorgeous! So much so that Nat couldn’t help but pull up the man’s profile and start scrolling through all his posts again like he had many times before.

As it happened Ched was an online coach that people could hire to help with training and getting into shape so naturally this meant he had a lot of pictures and videos dedicated to showing off his physique. Plentiful amounts of shirtless pics in the mirror to show off his god-like body for all to see. There was even a few where he was stood in nothing but a towel or a tight pair of shorts which really drove Nat and many others crazy. Getting to see those chiselled abs and incredible pecs, not to mention those colossal arms of his that needed no introduction. Apparently he considered them his best feature and for good reason. Just one of Ched’s arms looked the same size as one of Nat’s legs!

He continued to search through the bank of juicy content with a growing tent in his jeans. There was of course many workout videos to go with all the pics he put up and that was just the icing on the cake. Getting to see Ched working those impressive muscles of his in an effort to pump them even bigger than they already were. He really couldn’t be more of a beast! Though his English accent was something that frequently threw Nat off when he wasn’t expecting it but not in a bad way. He found it being quite the turn on actually!

Eventually he’d begun to loose himself a bit. Soon finding himself gulping the rest of his drink down so he could focus on rubbing his arousal over his jeans while gawking at his man’s amazing body. “Fuck… I wish I could be just like him.” Nat muttered to himself. He was just about ready to unzip and whip his dick out when suddenly a strange pop up filled his screen. It said:

*Our service has deemed you eligible for an identity transfer. From what we can tell you wish to become like the user of this account “Ched Uzor”. Would you like us to to make that possible for you?*

Beneath the message was a green accept button and a red deny button. Naturally Nat’s first instinct was to deny with strange pop ups like this but as his finger hovered over the red option, he began to hesitate. He had no idea why but for some reason, something deep down was telling him to accept. That this wasn’t some sort of weird scam or virus and that he should trust whatever this service is… and so he pressed accept. After which there was a slight nervousness building in his chest as a new pop up emerged that simply said:

*Preparing Physical Transfer… Gathering Information…*

Seeing this Nat began to panic slightly. What was he thinking accepting this random link!? It was probably taking all the personal info off his phone right now! Next thing he knows he’s gonna have an emptied out bank account and most of his emails compromised! Though just as the fear began to set in, the screen changed once again.

*Preparation complete! Beginning Physical Transfer… 0%*

Physical transfer? What the hell did that mean? Well Nat was soon about to find out. He tapped away at his phone a little, trying to back out from whatever this was but nothing was working. Even pressing the home button or holding down the power button did nothing as the percentage metre slowly began to tick up.

His eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed the pale skin on his hands beginning to darken. Before long his hands had turned a deep ebony in colour. At first he thought he was seeing things but he couldn’t deny it when the darker colour started to spread further up his arms! He tossed his phone onto the bed in panic as he could do nothing but watch this bizarre transformation progress…

Next up were his forearms. His skin didn’t waste any time in converting from his usual pale white to a much darker tone. His biceps and shoulders soon followed the same example until both of Nat’s arms were no longer white at all!

“Woah… what the hell is going on! My arms? They’re black now!” Nat blurted out, not even sure if he believed it himself but it was true. He inspected them for a moment, twisting and turning his arms to check them from every angle. Yep they definitely weren’t white anymore.

*Physical Transfer…10%… Increasing arm muscle mass…*

Nat was taken aback and a warm tingle coursing through his hands. It took a moment or two to kick in but suddenly his small hands began to expand! Growing larger and meatier while also gaining a more weathered look you’d see on guys who did plenty of physical labour or were in the gym quite often. He barely had time to process this though as moments after he felt the same warm tingle flow up and down his arms for a second until suddenly they began exploding with muscle!

His forearms were first, pumping up rather aggressively as his biceps and triceps quickly followed suit, growing to seemingly no end. Due to this Nat’s baggy t-shirt began to grow tighter around the arms. With the ridiculous rate his arms were bulking up at, It wasn’t long before he’d not only filled out the sleeves of his shirt very nicely to the point where fabric was beginning to dig into his biceps a little. Thick veins began to make pop and make themselves known as bloat bigger with muscle until his sleeves were forced to rip ever so slightly to relieve the pressure. That same faint ripping sound could be heard again as his shoulders followed the same example, growing into massive boulders of muscle that made his torso look wider already. The growth only continued until his arms finally reached their full enormous size.

*Physical Transfer… 25%… Darkening skin tone*

Saying Nat was bewildered would be on understatement. He took a second to marvel at his arms by moving and flexing them a little as he stood up from the bed. The sleeves on his t-shirt were strained to their absolute limit around his new guns. They were gigantic to say the least. He’d go as far as to say his arms were now bigger than a lot of the jock dudes he’d seen at the local gym.

“Wow! This feels amazing!” Nat stated with glee as tossed up an arm and flexed it. Just that one flex was more than enough to make the corresponding sleeve give into the muscle and start splitting open over his bicep which only dazzled Nat further. “No way! I can’t believe I ripped my sleeve just by flexing!”

Though, as incredible as they were, they probably looked rather silly and out of place of his much smaller pale body.

Just then however, as if on cue, there was another warm tingle that darted around his torso. Of course Nat had been far too focused on the new size of his arms to notice that the skin beneath his shirt had continued changing. His chest, stomach, back and traps had all adopted that same rich ebony skin tone his arms now proudly adorned.

*Physical transfer… 40%… Increasing height and torso muscle mass*

After what had just gone down with his arms, he had a good idea as to what was going to happen after that warm tingle subsided. And naturally his assumption came to pass. Without warning his chest jolted forwards as new muscle eagerly began to form. What was once a relatively flat chest with non-existent pecs began to pulse and grow. With every breath nat took, thick muscle pushed out further and further from what looked like years worth of bench pressing and push-ups, straining his ever-tightening t-shirt even more. The pulsing refused to stop until he had a hefty pair of muscle tits tipped with sensitive nipples.

While that was happening, he found himself growing wider and wider by the second as his back started to broaden excessively until another rip formed across the spine of his shirt, threatening to split it, simply unable to contain so much man.

Nat’s eyes began flickering and rolling with all the intense feelings rushing through him right now. So overwhelmed by the changes but at the same time… he didn’t want it stop. Even smiling a little as his traps began to bulge. But it didn’t end there. It seemed that even as all this muscle was growing, his height had been increasing slightly as well! His arms had grown slightly longer, forcing a few more pops from his already very tight sleeves, while his torso was extending from it’s former 5’7 stature extended up to 5’11. The sudden spurt in height forced him up higher into the air and almost threw Nat completely off balance for a second as his shirt rode up enough to give a clear view of his stomach undergoing its own change. What started out as a small belly soon sucked in to become a flat stomach but not for long as it heaves at the sensation of a thick set of abs pushing their way out for the world to see.

*Physical Transfer… 55%… Darkening skin tone*

It seemed the changes had slowed down around his neck for now but they continued to venture downwards rather enthusiastically. Naturally the first things on his lower body to be fully swallowed by the darkening skin were his groin and his backside. Then as the tingling began to swarm those two regions, it was near impossible for Nat to hide the huge grin forming on his face. By this point he was fully embracing the changes and only wanted more!

*Physical Transfer… 60%… Increasing glutes and genital mass*

The back of his jeans started to undergo the same treatment as his shirt, growing tighter by the second as his ass expanded aggressively. It pumping itself up with more and more muscle until his jeans were forced to split at seams right down the back. With that he now adorned two thick globes that put his former ass to completely shame. But there was still much more to come as Nat’s attention was pulled from his jock butt to focus on his crotch, rubbing a large hand over it as he felt the change begin.

His already hard black cock started bulge as it pumped itself bigger and bigger. Gaining not only length as it bucked and pulsed but some delicious new girth as well that would stretch any hole to its limit. He almost couldn’t believe he didn’t cum on the spot as the mushroom tip grew thicker and rounder. He’d managed to stifle his moans for the most part up until that point but he couldn’t help letting out a long groan as his balls suddenly grew huge and fat without warning. His bulge refused to stop growing until his cock and balls were giant enough to forced the top button of his jeans to pop off.

*Physical Transfer… 70%… Darkening skin tone*

As was expected by this point, the ebony colour spread down across Nat’s legs causing his thighs and calves to darken many shades in tone before finishing with his feet as they endured the same fate. He pulled up one of his pants legs slightly to confirm this was the case and he couldn’t help but get excited upon seeing the dark skin, knowing what was to come.

*Physical Transfer… 80%… Increasing leg muscle mass*

Moments later there was a warmth traveling down his legs and what followed was even more hard earned muscle starting to pack itself onto Nat’s frame. Thighs thickening to frighteningly large watermelon crushing levels of size and power while his calves slowly but surely began to grow to the size of footballs. During which Nat could feel his jeans growing tighter and more constraining by the second as they struggled to contain his burgeoning legs. They grew more uncomfortable by the second as he’d long outgrew the jeans but they just refused to give in to all the new mass. It was only when Nat’s legs finally reached their full size did the seams begin to tear along his thighs to relieve the pressure at last.

But once again it didn’t stop there. Along with all that muscle, his legs began stretching longer as well, pushing him even taller like before. It wasn’t long before his already increased height of 5’11 went well past 6 foot and all the way up to 6’4 giving Nat the growth spurt of his life and once again throwing him off balance. So much so that he almost fell backwards onto the bed again.

By that point his muscle had finished expanding leaving him with huge meaty legs and jeans that were clinging on for dear life. They’d definitely seen better days with the rips along the ass and thigh portions as they now rode up his legs a little thanks to Nat’s increased height.

He only got a few seconds to rest however as the next little transformation was waiting right around the corner. The only warning he got was a pleasant buzzing sensation flowing through his feet before suddenly they began exploding with new size. They started to go up shoe sizes one after another and naturally this made Nat’s shoes feel tighter and tighter like the rest of his clothes so far. His feet slowly starting to feel cramped in the new undersized shoes and the sounds of groaning leather being pushed to its limit filled the room. The laces on the, finally start to snap as two pair of black toes finally push themselves out through the front. Nat watched on in awe as his big black feet continued to spill out, being free of his shoes at last. It was like something you’d see from the Incredible Hulk!

With a grin Nat gave his new black size 14 feet a wriggle, loving the feel of how big they were. Even stomping them on the floor a little with a chuckle as if to test them.

*Physical Transfer… 90%… Altering neck, voice, head and facial features*

Now there was only one part left to go and Nat was ready to embrace it. He closed his eyes with a smile as the darkening skin began to resume spreading up over his neck and towards his head. The tingly pulse danced around his neck for a moment before forcing it to bulge bigger with muscle. With it his voice box began shifting slighting and readjusting. It could be heard via the way his moans cracked and deepened to give him a more intimidating baritone voice but also one that could be sensual and charming. And to top it all off his natural accent shifted from an American one to English while automatically adopting an entirely new speech pattern!

It was a little slower than the rest of the body had changed but before long there wasn’t a trace left of Nat’s former pale skin as every inch of him was now rich dark tone. But with the skin done, it was time for the features to catch up!

That warm wave of tingly pleasure returned for the last time, washing over his head as the final changes began. Nat’s more typically white features began to shift in favour of a more African look. His lips swelling larger and fuller to the point where anyone would be lucky to kiss them. His nose grows bigger and broader until it’s too large for his glasses, causing them to now balance rather awkwardly on his face. With a deep groan his jaw begins to crack and widen, becoming harder and sharper than before. After that it seemed Nat’s smooth face wouldn’t be remaining smooth for long as a pricking sensation broke out across it. It started with a light layer of stubble but as the hairs grow thicker it wasn’t longer before he was sporting a full beard!

“H-have I… got a… beard?!” Nat managed to grunt out in the middle of all the changes. He brought a hand up to feel it and as he did, his entire body shivered with delight. He”d never been able to grow a proper one before so feeling it on his face now was like a dream come true! The texture of it didn’t quite feel like his normal hair but… oh well. He had a beard now!

The remaining roundness of his face was gradually being replaced by a more masculine squarish look. That along with Nat’s jittering and the increased size of his head overall caused his glasses to tumblr off his face at last. But it was no problem as his formerly green eyes shifted to a deep brown, restoring their proper vision in the process.

At last Nat’s eyebrows thicken slightly before the last change is at hand. His messy hair slowly starts to recede back again as the texture begins to change. It was almost as if the hairs were beginning to shrivel up as they grew darker until at last it finished pulling up into a short bristly hairdo with hair that matched that of his new beard.

*Physical Transfer… 100%… Complete! Physical Identity of “Ched Uzor” assumed!*

Bringing his hands up to his face, Nat couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Everything about it felt different from the spacing between his eyes to the size of his features like his lips and nose to even the feeling of his hair. It was insane but at the same time extremely erotic for some reason.

After giving his new face a good feel, Nat knew he couldn’t keep his hands away from the rest of his body for long. Soon enough his large hands were wandering across his pecs, loving the way they were pressed against his now skin tight shirt. Then as he wandered lower he found himself tracing over his abs, something he never thought he’d seen on himself until now. After that he just had to stop for a moment to squeeze his biceps. They just looked so enormous and powerful, how could he not!?

All the touching had really started to get Nat worked up to the point where his bulge was growing even further. His already semi-erect cock grew up to its full size at last as he heard another faint ripping sound, likely his underwear. He gave it a quick rub through the tight fabric as he admired his massive legs below before looking over his shoulder to get another peek at his ass. It looked so big and meaty…

As he looked at his ass he couldn’t help but notice that huge rip down the back of his jeans again. God everything was far too small for him now. This tiny shirt that was clinging to him for dear life, these jeans that were ripping at the seams, and of course his shoes that his giant new feet had blown apart. “Woah… I really am like the hulk huh?” Nat mumbled with a cocky grin before flexing again. “Fuck I’ve got to get a proper view of what I look like!”

Nat soon found himself waddling and stumbling towards the bathroom. Partially due to how restrictive his jeans were and partially due to he wasn’t used to his new height and centre of gravity yet. Though despite having just gone through the whole transformation, nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw. Staring back at him was a black muscular hunk! But not just any black hunk, it was Ched Uzor! *He* was Ched Uzor!

Unbeknownst to Nat however, back in his bedroom, the strange pop up on his phone had jumped to a new screen…

*Would you like to continue to the second stage of your transfer “Mental” or are you content with the first stage only?*

Of course Nat was far too distracted by the face of Ched Uzor staring back at him in the bathroom, to have any clue that this notification had popped up. Unfortunately for him however, it also had a timeout feature where it would automatically progress to the next phase if an answer wasn’t selected within 2 minutes.

*Due to lack of interaction, we are going to take the liberty of progressing you to the next stage… Preparing Mental Transfer… Gathering Information…*

Being blissfully unaware to this second transfer, Nat immediately began exploring himself with glee. He never imagined he’d get to know what it felt like to have a body like this. Not only powerful and muscular but extremely tall as well. Before he’d had always felt like the short dude in the crowd but now that he was 6’4 things were gonna to be very different. Even now he couldn’t help but notice how much smaller everything seemed. How the floor seemed to be so much further away and how things like his bed, desk and closet seemed so tiny compared to before. It was mad but he could certainly get used to it.

*Preparation Complete! Beginning Mental Transfer… 0%*

Nat couldn’t help but love how his former clothes were now in desperatly trying to stretch over his new godly form. So much so that he didn’t even want to take them off yet. He wanted to see just how long his former clothes could last without tearing themselves apart. Naturally at took the opportunity to marvel at his incredible upper body. Starting by giving his juicy new pecs a good squeeze through his shirt before pinching at his seemingly dark nipples. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how many guys he’d get to fuck or have fuck him with a body like this.

“Mmm I wonder if I could bounce my pecs like this…” Nat mumbled to himself, loving new English accent to his voice. He struggled at first, flexing the muscle on his chest awkwardly, but then something just hit him. There was some kind of jolt in his brain and suddenly he started popping his pecs like a pro. Of course he can! He’s been able to bounce them like that for years now right!?

*Mental Transfer… 10%*

Once he’d had his fun with his pecs, Nat made sure to give his abs a bit of attention by caressing them a fair bit before moving onto his arms. To say they were unreal was an understatement. They were so massive and juicy that merely moving his huge arms gave him a power rush, never mind flexing them for the mirror. Getting to feel the pure strength behind all that raw muscle was intoxicating. But tried to be as careful as possible not to rip his shirt any further just yet with all his newfound strength.

“Ughhh yeah… I’m so huge!” He moaned as his enlarged cock strained against his underwear. Getting so drunk on how huge his arms were. No wonder he considered them his best feature. He’d always had big arms so when he started training them properly they just exploded with size!

*Mental Transfer… 25%*

Running his hand along the crotch of what felt like extreme skinny jeans now, he could already tell that the tip of his excited cock was peeking out one of the leg holes in his underwear. “Fuuuuck it feels so big and fat…” He grunted

He was however able to pull away from his dick for just a moment if to just give a quick twirl in the mirror. Doing so he was fast to notice how that huge rip down the back of his jeans and underwear gave the perfect window view of his large muscle ass. Seeing this Nat couldn’t help but laugh before giving his big butt a hefty slap, enjoying the way it recoiled slightly. “Yeahhh boy! That’s what I’m talkin about babyyyy!” He smirked.

But of course he couldn’t ignore the main course for long. That new cock of his was begging for attention and Nat was willing enough to give it. He turned back around to face the mirror once more before digging a hand into his underwear and gripping his hard member. It took him a moment or two to fish it out but when he did Nat was nothing short of breathless at the monster he now owned.

“I guess what they say about black dudes is true huh?” Nat stated as he waved his fat cock around a little bit in wonder before another tiny jolt hit him. “Still can’t believe I was blessed enough to be born with a baby maker like this.”

*Mental Transfer… 50%*

Nat was completely oblivious to what was happening to his mind. With every second that passed his personal reality was being warped. Starting to believe that this was all normal while his former identity was slowly being pushed out of his head in place of a new one. His intelligence dropping a fair margin in the process from the IQ of a relatively bright guy to the level of a blissfully dumb jock.

Despite everything he still found himself insanely turned on by his reflection even if the reasoning for it was becoming blurrier and blurrier with every passing moment. He gripped his thick black member with a dumb grin, loving how it filled his large hand, before pumping it slowly. For some reason he felt way more sensitive than usual. Generally his cock was quite active but this was something different. It almost felt like it was begging him to cum. But he had to savour it just a tad bit longer.

He managed to keep a smooth rhythm with his stroking as he continued to explore his buff body for some obscure reason. As he did, a lot of his former smarts were replaced with a bunch of gym, workout and healthy eating knowledge. All of which was necessary to maintain a huge physique like his. He was definitely gonna need it. After all how else was he gonna be an online coach if he didn’t know all the tips, tricks and secrets to getting swole as fuck!

*Mental Transfer… 80%*

As his free hand wandered around the muscular crevices of his body, it eventually found its way to his back side. At first he was simply grabbing and kneading his cheeks which he didn’t think too much of at first. Simply just enjoying the feeling as his hand wandered inside the rip of jeans to cop a real feel of them cheeks. That is until he tried to slip a finger towards his hole. The moment said finger grazed the hole, his eyes snapped open. “The fuck am I doing!?” He questioned out loud as he drew his hand away from his ass. He wasn’t sure why the hell he’d been doing that. After all he’d never been into ass stuff before not to mention his hole is clamped shut anyway. No way anything was getting up there anytime soon. Instead he just tried to shake off the weird experience and focus on jerking off instead.

“Fuuuuck bro! Why am I so horny today!?” Nat moaned as his cock began spluttering pre-cum relentlessly, getting his hand wet and sticky. “I need a hookup or something. Haven’t been with a girl in weeks…” he droned off mindlessly, not even realising the problem with what he’d just said. Yet despite everything it was still his thick muscular body that was the main attraction of his sexual desire right now.

*Mental Transfer… 90%*

Nat began stroking faster as he bounced his pecs again in the mirror. Between the pecs bouncing and the rapid arm movement, his shirt ripped even more along the sleeve and down the middle though honestly it was a miracle it hadn’t fully torn off yet.

As he flexed his muscles some more while pumping his cock, Nat couldn’t help but notice how his body seemed so hypnotising for some reason. It was baffling as he’d never felt this way about himself before but he didn’t really bother questioning it as he could feel his fat bull balls already starting to swell. They were getting ready to shoot while his fuck stick grew more and more sensitive by the second…

Soon enough that pleasure began to peak. Nat began flexing almost every muscle in his body involuntarily as his balls squeezed, sending a fat load up towards his cock until… “Holy… FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKkkkkk…” Nat moaned heartily as his monster sized black cock shot rope after rope of hot thick jock nut all over the mirror, giving it a sticky coating of delicious man milk.

*Mental Transfer… 98%… Error Error…*

The pop up screen on his phone began to flash with a warning as the metre seemed to be stuck on 98% for some reason or another. The Error message continued to flash for a few seconds before the screen changed again, jumping directly to a new screen without ever having shown the 100%.

*Congratulations! You have assumed the Mental and Physical identity of “Ched Uzor”! It would seem our work here is complete! Enjoy the rest of your day.*

The strange pop up stated before disappearing without a trace and returning the phone to Ched’s Instagram page, only now it seemed to be logged in as the user of the account.

Back over at the mirror Ched grabbed his head in confusion. That was one of the biggest nuts of his life so he couldn’t figure out for the life of him why he’d done it to his own reflection instead of a hot babe like usual. But even more importantly where the hell was he? This definitely wasn’t his house and… “What the hell am I wearing bruv?” He wondered out loud as he looked down at the insanely tight clothes. A t-shirt that was nearly in tatters, jeans that were evidently far too small for him and even the remains of brown shoes attached to his feet. “What the actual fuck man!” He shouted in frustration.

He closed his eyes and racked his brain for moment, trying to figure everything out until it finally hit him. He was on vacation to America right now and he’d hired this dude to look after his place back in the UK. His name was Nat if he remembered correctly. He took a breather as things finally started to fall into place. Though it still didn’t explain these clothes.

Feeling incredibly uncomfortable, Ched took the opportunity to finally put these clothes out of their misery starting with his shirt. Taking hole of it with both hands before ripping it open like superman and revealing his large chest. After which his did the same to his jeans. A slightly harder task due to the tougher material but they still submitted to strength, as he knew they would, as he tore them off himself with the underwear following suit. All until last but not least he kicked off the shoe remains and with that he was stood in his feel, hunky glory at last

And so, with his cock turning flaccid once again, Ched swiped up a towel and wrapped it around his waist before grabbing some tissues and started to clean up the huge mess he’d made. After all, the people he was renting this place from wouldn’t be happy if he left their mirror with a huge cumstain on it. Once that was done he’d better find himself some clothes to put on so he can enjoy the rest of his evening and take plenty of pics for his Instagram. After all, he knew how thirsty some of his followers were!

Funnily enough when he later went to look for some new clothes to put on, he found them all way too small. It didn’t make any sense. Why the hell would he have bought himself clothes that don’t fit. Did he bring the wrong clothes with him when he left home?

Ched tried on a couple shirts and jumpers. All far too small. Same with the shorts, trousers and just about everything else. The only possible thing that he could think of was maybe they were that Nat guy’s clothes instead. He was a small dude after all and he’d brought a suitcase round when he came to stay for house sitting. Maybe Ched had picked up Nat’s suitcase of clothes rather than his own… it was only thing that made sense right?

Oh well. He supposed he’d have to order himself some new clothes tonight to wear during his stay. Though strangely enough he couldn’t help but enjoy the idea of wearing clothes too small for him. So much so that he ended up getting some of what he assumed were Nat’s clothes back out and started pulling them on. He let out a dumb laugh as he struggled to pull the tiny clothes of his massive build and even ruining many of them in the process. It felt kind of perverted as he kept going to the mirror to check himself out again, twitching each new set of undersized clothes he managed to squeeze himself but he just couldn’t help it.

It wasn’t long before his cock was perking back up again and Ched found himself finishing his evening by laying down on his bed in a tight shirt, shorts and socks that looked more like ankle socks on him. Loving the tight constraining clothes so much that he busted another load all over them before finally drifting off to sleep at last.

———

- 4 Months Later -

Ched had long since returned home to the UK. That Nat guy had done a good job looking after his house while he was gone, the place looked spotless! Though he could swear there was something eerily familiar about Nat that he just couldn’t place and weirdly he got the sense that the smaller man felt the same.

Surprisingly enough Nat ended up asking Ched for a photo and of course the larger man was more than happy to do so. But after that he even offered Nat the change to feel his huge muscles. He had no idea why he did it exactly but he rationalised it as him feeling bad for ruining half of Nat’s clothes. Due to this Nat had admitted that he’d been wearing some of Ched’s clothes while he’d been staying but of course he left out the part where he felt so turned on by getting swamped in the bigger man’s clothes that he’d came in them multiple times. It seemed they were more alike than they’d ever know.

Regardless Nat took plenty of pleasure in groping the bigger man’s muscles. Running his hands along Ched’s massive biceps before giving them a good squeeze. If anything he might’ve enjoyed it just a little too much if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by. Once Ched had given him his fill however, he thanked Nat before giving him the second half of his payment and sending him on his way.

Since then things had been normal for the most part. Making inspirational posts on Instagram about exercising and getting into shape as well as just having an excuse to show off a bit. Naturally he spent plenty of time in the gym as always and was hard at work coaching his online clients as a personal trainer. But there was a couple weird things he’d noticed recently…

For example he still hadn’t gotten over this fascination with his own body. Every time he looked at his reflection he found his cock chubbing up for some reason and he has no idea why. Plus the amount of times he would end up groping his own muscle while jerking off. He’d never done that before but now he couldn’t help it. But don’t get him wrong though, Ched isn’t gay. He’s been hooking up with plenty of women as of late and has no problem getting it up when they pull their tits out for him. If anything he’d say he’s been fucking more pussy recently than usual… but that could be partially due to him compensating for another new desire.

You see along with his self infatuation, over these past few months Ched had also caught himself glancing at other men. Not just in an admiring kind of way either, like he was proper eyeing them up. His eyes being drawing to their asses and bulges. It was madness! He’d never been into dudes before so why did he feel like this now!?

Recently there’d been this new guy at the gym that’d he’d been speaking to. Brandon was his name. Massive dude, about the same size as Ched himself. And just like with many other guys, Ched hadn’t been able to stop himself from checking out Brandon’s huge body. Only difference being that he could swear he caught Brandon checking him out as well…

Surely he couldn’t be gay because he did genuinely love women as well. So maybe he was Bi? If that was the case, how he managed to go all these years and not realise until now was beyond him. Well perhaps if this Brandon dude really was interested he could give a go and ask him to see what happens?

Little did Ched know that this was actually due to the error during his Mental Transfer. It seemed a tiny percentage of Nat remained inside him and vice versa for the new Nat as well. It was that tiny part of himself that was obsessed with his body and the part that still had an interest in men. But of course he’d never know that because as far he knows, Nat is just the guy that looked after his house for a couple weeks. He of course was the hunky Instagram model and online coach Ched Uzor!

[hawkeyesimpsecret]

Lucky

Back at it again with @mrrharper

Colt was the greatest roommate I could have ever asked for, and I am surprised that nobody had snatched him before I did. I was so lucky to have found him.

I had been searching for a dude pretty similar to myself to room with: sameish age, comparable activities, would not have a problem with me bringing home a girl from the club every once and a while. Colt was all that and more. He was responsible and took his share of chores, was active and cared about sports (although he cheered for the wrong teams), and he was great at giving me my space but was also always willing to hang. He even gifted me with a playlist for the gym! Colt was just so thoughtful.

Colt was very sympathetic about my current situation, understanding that it would take a little bit before I found a stable job. He did not mind however, reminding me that as long as I had the money to pay for rent, he did not care what I did. This meant my weeks were fairly open to begin with, mostly spent applying and interviewing for jobs with my history degree. I visited the gym twice or three times a week for some light cardio, using Colt’s playlist to keep me motivated. His choices in music were perfect; I would finish my workouts before I even realized it.

As time went on, Colt and I got to spend more time with each other, learning about our individual hobbies and interests. We shared one of these moments while watching a game together between my favorite team, the New England Patriots, and his, the Philadelphia Eagles. It was a brutal match, with both of us cheering rampantly for our different picks. Colt’s team had been having a rough season already, so it was not surprising when the Patriots pulled ahead in the end. I was cheering and hollering, engrossed in my team’s victory.

“Isn’t it difficult to always be supporting the best team, Mike?” Colt suddenly asked.

I frowned, “What do you mean?”

“It’s so much pressure to always be on top. There’s more fun in supporting an underdog like the Eagles.” 

I considered his point, having been a lifelong Patriots fan. It made sense–always winning took some of the adrenaline away while at the same time instituting stress. If the Patriots lost, it would have been devastating. But even though the Eagles lost, Colt pointed out he still had hope, and that either result would have still made him feel good. I nodded after Colt asked if I wanted to feel good like him. There was no harm in becoming an Eagles fan for a season, it would give me something different. Plus, it would be exciting for Colt and I to be on the same team

It was then I discovered another great part of living with Colt was being exposed to a unique perspective. At first, I was watching twice as many games, supporting both the Patriots and the Eagles. But I quickly found my interest leaning towards the latter, better understand Colt's theory about hope. Losing never felt so good! By the end of the season, I had not only attended an Eagle’s game with Colt, but had missed the Patriots winning the Super Bowl entirely!

Colt’s perspective influenced me in other routes as well. Still without a job, he suggested that I could have been taking advantage of my free time at the gym. I had not objected to this thought, considering it as a fair idea. Slowly, I found myself working out more often, eventually entering and leaving the gym every single day. Colt commented that I must have loved it; working out and flexing my muscles. It also meant I had more time to listen to his awesome playlist.

At some point, the effect of my frequent gym visits became recognizable. There were the obvious benefits–I had always been athletic but now my muscles were becoming conditioned, firm and supple and model-worthy. But a cloud of funk had begun to surround my everyday life, the reek of sweat and body odor hovering constantly. I had always been good about wearing deodorant, but at some point the habit had abruptly vanished. Colt did not seem bothered by my musk however, so neither was I. 

Laundry was another victim of my altering lifestyle. Clean clothes became a thing of the past as my forgetful mind struggled to organize. My room became covered in my discarded clothing, some of which I eventually threw out. Not because they smelled horrendous, but because they were simply too hot. Starchy and confining, I soon found myself buying shorter shorts, more revealing tees, things the typical jock would wear. Colt even commented on it.

“You’re becoming quite the bro, Mike,” he had joked.

“They’re just so much more comfortable.” I had been in a stringer with some running shorts. “And I’m always so flushed now too.”

“It’s a new stage of life, you’re probably just anxious,” Colt offered. "You should just walk around in your boxers, that would help cool you down.”

“You think so?”

The next day, I found myself grateful for Colt’s suggestion. Strutting around the apartment in just my boxers massively improved my temperature regulation. There were other benefits too, like being able to visualize my flexes after every insane pump. It also allowed me easier access to my package, which I had recently noted had begun to feel heavier. Colt had caught me standing in the hallway fondling my junk once, snapping me out of a haze. He did not mind my behavior however, and I knew he was not perving on me. I was not homophobic or anything, but I would have never roomed with a gay guy. I knew dudes well enough to know that sort of thing.

This was evident by the new guys I was hanging out with at the gym. A few of the jockish types had approached me after a workout, and with Colt’s encouragement, I had begun to hang out with them more frequently. Big Dog, Chief, The Big Brobowski; if I was not spending time with Colt I was at the gym, at the bars, or at the clubs with them. When I told Colt about this, he stated it was about time I had a nickname to go along with.

“Maverick,” he nodded. “Yeah, it fits you perfectly.”

I smiled dumbly, struggling to remember what my former name had been.

“The bros have had quite the impact on you,” Colt said. “You’re bigger, smellier, hairier.”

I chuckled, scratching at the fuzz on my exposed chest.

“Dumber too,” Colt added. “All that knowledge has shifted to sports, fitness, and nutrition. I think it's about time you stopped looking for a job with that useless degree. Apply to be a trainer at your gym.”

I cocked my head, the wheels turning slowly in my head as I considered this idea.

“Yeah...sure bro,” I eventually replied. And I followed up with it. To my surprise, the owner of the gym offered me a position right on the spot, saying I could start immediately after the weekend. The first thing I did was rush home to Colt, excited to tell him the news. I did not expect to see him on the couch in one of my dirty workout tees and a pair of silk shorts, pawing himself cockily.

Colt must have seen the shocked look on my face. “What, Maverick? Have you not done this with your bros yet?”

“Uh…done what?” I asked slowly.

“Helped a bro out,” Colt scoffed as if it was the most obvious thing. “Come here, I’ll show you.”

I followed his command, approaching slowly. I was still a bit sweaty from my viscous victory workout after the interview, Colt’s playlist had been blasting my eardrums the entire time.

“Gym bros like you do this all the time, Maverick” Colt persuaded, ushering for me to get on top of him. I crawled forward, my eyes tracing each ab that he revealed from under his shirt. “They look tasty, don’t they?”

With Colt's guidance, I felt myself lower down to run my tongue along my roommate's smooth, tight chest.

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it?”

Our eyes met. I did not have to vocally confirm.

“Dumb jocks like you do this all the time,” Colt reaffirmed. “They love to do this all the time.”

I felt my cock gently inflate, throbbing inside my tight shorts. Colt reached his left hand to calmly, but assertively cup my balls, eliciting a small moan from me as he pushed back my shorts. He then began to remove his own, aligning my dick and rubbing it against his hole. My precum was soon slicking him up. 

“I am the greatest roommate you could have ever asked for, and you are surprised that nobody had snatched me before you did.” Colt instructed as I entered him. “You were so lucky to have found me.”

[hawkeyesimpsecret]

To The Ground Floor

Heyo- Saw this next picture and just had to use it so here’s a businessman to dumb sub twunk TF! 

If anyone wants to suggest a prompt for my 1K follower post here’s the link- https://forms.gle/NE66kaH4KJxkhgPk9

Probably be wrapping it up/posting a poll soon! -Occam

I don’t know what my company was thinking when they scheduled our conference in Tenerife. It would be one thing if it was a retreat or team vacation, but it is nearly impossible to get any real work done with all these tourists stomping around and getting in my way. I was set to make it early to our morning meeting, as I always do, before this twat forced his way in before I could get to the close door button. He surely noticed since he glared at me before returning to focus on the only thing that seems to matter to him, his vanity.

In retrospect I should have kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t help but scoff as he started to take a picture of his reflection in the door. It was immature, but when dealing with this crowd of influencers or whatever these childish twits has put me off my usually stoic demeanor. He immediately responded with aggression, “You laughin’ mate? You lot all think you’re so much better than us eh?” He scowls once more at me and to his credit, I do think myself superior to him. Not afraid to say it either.

I open my mouth to shoot some clever insult at him but before I can the delinquent fully spits at me! Where does he get off! The elevator chimes as it stops at the sixth floor. I grab my handkerchief to wipe the spit off my dress shoes as I hear him run off, shouting “you’ll get yours ya git!” I look up to see the small of his back showing beneath his trailing coat and mesh top. I can’t help but stare as he runs, asshole he may be but, god, he is hot isn’t he?

I cough as I can’t believe I thought that! He’s absolute filth! Parading himself around dressed like that on a work day, my word! I don’t notice that there is no longer a handkerchief in my hand as I reach to wipe the spit off my shoes with my now empty hand. As I finally wrest my eyes from his pert body I notice that the villain pushed every button in the elevator. So help me god if I’m late to my meeting I will find him and- well, there’s not much I can do. I’m not exactly the peak specimen, unlike, uh him I suppose.

The doors click closed and begin to take me to the fifth floor. I consider hopping off to take the stairs but I’m sure he’ll be there waiting for me. I go to check my rolex when I notice I’m not wearing it? I would never go to a meeting without it though? My mind grows foggy as I thoughtlessly wipe the spit still on my hand on my suit. God it’s a little warm in this elevator isn’t it. I sniff the air and find that it still smells of that jerk. His cologne must’ve been something intense.

I continue to whiff the air before realizing that it is clearly not perfume but his natural body odor, blushing as I grow slightly jealous at his scent. I find my mind drifting as I think what a man he must be to smell so, mm. The only word I can think is, virile? Ugh, I need to get to work, this is going to set me back. The doors clink open to the fifth floor as the heat only continues to grow. Why am I wearing such a thick suit jacket anyway? It is so fucking hot on this island. I absolutely hate it here. I’ll just take it off for the rest of the elevator ride. Yeah, that couldn’t hurt right? My eyes glaze over as I think of his coat trailing off his head as he ran down the hallway and I bite my lip.

God that hot fucker. My jacket falls to the floor and before I can catch it it’s as if it was never there. I grunt as I think once more of my upcoming meeting. Surely they won’t judge right? My mind shuffles as I don’t even try to understand what has happened to my jacket. The fogginess in my head swiftly finds a form though as I see his smug smirk in my mind. Fuck I- I need to fuck him, or be fucked or? I grunt once more, my voice noticeably more dull. I try to fan my shirt open as the heat grows worse and I find myself growing hornier by the second. The elevator is already on the way to the fourth floor without my notice. I give up fanning my shirt and instead just open the buttons when I am suddenly met with something I cannot reconcile. When the fuck did I get, such, fuckable pecs? I press a finger into my own chest and start to drool as I see the depth of my muscle. I see my brown nipples grow and try to wipe the pooling drool from my mouth as I think how much my body looks like that uh, that twit? No that uh, that hot fucker?  I feel like I’m losing my mind. Or, losing myself? Uh..

The doors open and close on floor four as I struggle to think of absolutely anything but that, uh, stud. My own chest jutting out forces me to think of his own hearty pecs. The powerful curves of his body stretching his fishnet top, ugh. I see the biceps now on my own arms and struggle to not flex them thinking of that staring at himself in the elevator’s reflective wall and posing. I stare at the abs pushing out of my torso and think of his cinched waist peeking out from those sagging pants. God why didn’t I just try to fuck him then oohh.. Or no, Why didn’t I give myself to him..I moan as I loosen my belt, trying to allow my growing erection some air, instead giving my cock and ass more space to expand.

God his fuckable ass was impossible to miss even through those jeans. I bite my lip once more trying to stop myself from moaning as the doors open to the third floor. No one is there to see or hear me as my pants drop to the floor and disappear as if they were never there. As if I would wear pleated pants ever I think blushing. My cock begins to grow to fill my boxers. Or no hee hee- Surely I’m not wearing boxers right haha, giggling as I look down and see the clear imprint of my erection in my tight spandex. Mikey would never let me wear something so unattractive as boxers~

I feel an itch in my crotch as I think of Mikey once more, not hesitating to wonder how I could possibly know his name. Nor why he brings me such intense, feelings. It’s just, I’m so lucky to have him! Ah- I might lose control if I keep thinking about him, I need to keep it together for my uh, meeting? I shove my hand into my crotch to deal with whatever that itch is when I find it’s not my still growing cock, but a jungle of pubes that have begun to grow down there. I feel my fingers drag through them, now covered in sweat as the pubes begin to push themselves above my waistline. 

I giggle to myself as I see the thick black hair inch its way to create a perfect treasure trail up my stomach. I’ve gotta keep it looking good for Mikey after all! I play with the lengthening hair in my crotch, giggling to myself, as the elevator makes its landing on the second floor. I raise my sweaty hand to smell it as some prude stares in disbelief in the elevator lobby. I smile coily at him as he narrows his eyes in shock. He almost looks a little familiar but I’d certainly not waste any of my time on him haha!

He decides not to get on for some reason, not that I care as I look at my sharpening reflection. I play with my chest feeling the ebb and flow of my strength as I start to smell my own scent fill the elevator. I notice my feet are now bare on the dirty elevator’s floor. Ah, I hope Mikey won’t be upset if my feet are gross, smiling to myself as I think of him chewing me out. I feel a similar forest begin to grow in my pits as the elevator stops unceremoniously on the first floor before making its way to the ground floor.

I rub my hands all over on my now almost completely unclothed body as I feel my spandex shrink and tighten into a yellow speedo. My hands glide smoothly around the muscular curves, only ever getting caught on my tangled pubes as I giggle to myself. Wasn’t there something I had to do when I got to the ground floor? I raise my arm to bask in my scent as the elevator finally delivers me to my destination, and who could be standing there but Mikey!

“Mikey!” I shout at him! He looks so happy to see me, before responding, “well you’re looking great aren’t ya love.” He pushes and prods me as if he’s inspecting me as I proudly stand there giving him the doe eyes he demands. He smirks as he pulls me out of the elevator and plants his lips on mine. I can barely help but come right there as I feel my cock stretch at my speedo. I moan but keep it together, feeling his pursed lips grow into a smirk before he pulls away and laughs. 

I tilt my head at him before he speaks once more, “you remember what you’re supposed to be doing right now right, pet?” My face grows warm with blush, surely betraying my cluelessness as I struggle to remember. I had a meeting or? No, Haha As if! I, I could never work a stupid office job~ I try to look as coy as possible, inviting him to jog my memory. His eyes grow dark, not from aggression, but a hunger welling within him as he answers, “I need ya to get those posh wankers and bring them to me eh, doll? Need to them to submit yeh?”

My smile grows wide as my mind fills with excitement for this task. I’m gonna be so good and Mikey will be so proud of me! None of those boring businessmen will be able to resist me hehe! I begin to make my way out to the beach looking for any salarymen looking especially susceptible to my charms. I strut around, my body on display to everyone, monkeysuit suckers and other horny tourists alike. As if any of them have something more important going on hee hee! Soon they’ll all realize there is nothing more important than pleasuring Mikey!

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Tim searched through his selfies and selected a locker room pic that made him look the most “swole”. Then he dragged it over to the black box. Suddenly the screen went blue and his computer crashed.

Then Tim realized he had class to attend to. So he jacked off, closed his laptop, hopped into the showers, washed up, then wrapped the towel around his waist and started brushing his teeth without looking in the mirror.

He continued brushing his teeth, while his biceps were getting swollen. His body had gone from thin and athletic to almost beefy. How could he not have noticed how big he was getting?

He stepped on the scale he kept in his room, it read 180 pounds he’d gained 20 pounds. Then he remembered the exam he need to attend to.

“Oh god… the exam…” Tim said out loud. He looked at the clock. He had 15 minutes to get to class before they shut the doors. He hunted around for clothes that would fit him properly. Tim had been accustomed to wearing tight fitting things before and none of those shirts would go past his shoulders. Eventually he settled on a pair of workout shorts and a button up that his mother had gotten him for Christmas. He had rarely worn it before because it fit somewhat loosely on it but it fit his chest perfectly now.

Suddenly his chest felt like it was getting tighter and disturbing for Tim was that his arms were beginning to get tight in his button up. His pecs started to stretch the shirt as his growing delts made it difficult to maneuver in. Tim unbuttoned his top buttons to relieve some of the strain.

He felt an extreme tightness in his briefs. His nuts began to hurt as they strained against the tight fabric. His swelling bubble butt was stretching the seams. Tim was starting to question why he always had to go for that sexy tight underwear. Everything was getting skintight. His pecs and back strained against his button-down shirt. He tried to get up to leave but he heard a ripping sound when he moved causing him to freeze in terror as nervous sweat soaked into to every fabric

Without warning a button popped from his shirt like a cork from a bottle of champagne, the movements caused his shirt to give way into loud rips as more buttons went flying.

His shirt fell on the floor and to his surprise, his body is now HUGE especially his muscular pec. Surddenly his mind was started to fill with horny thought and work out with the bro in the gym, his body moves on it own and starts flexing to his reflection in the mirror.

He was no longer Tim but a dumb muscular jock who think of sex and gym all day. Who need to pass the exam when you got THESE muscle.

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Spring Break Mishap

“Yo bro, I think that old dude is checking you out.”

Tyler turned and made eye contact with a rather large and older man, sitting on a beach chair. He looked like a hairy beached whale, obviously eying the young jock. Tyler smirked and turned back to his bros.

“Whatever man, let ‘em look.” The brunette tossed the football back to his bro, “I’d be staring too.” He chuckled and flexed one of his arms, showing off one of his muscular biceps.

His bros chuckled and continued their game, enjoying their time off on spring break. And after a few hours of spending time on the beach, Tyler was in need of some AC. He said bye to his bros and made his way back to his hotel room, making sure to give his signature smirk to a few of the girls he saw along the way. The young jock was planning for a night out and he made sure to get his own room for the trip. He was in some serious need for some action, which he was pretty confident he’d get.

“Not like many people can resist this.” He thought with a grin, “Fuck, her tits are big.” He thought as he passed by another blond, “I hope I see her tonight.”

He felt himself chub up a bit and quickly made his way back to his room. But when he got there, he was surprised to find his door slightly unlocked and ajar. He could’ve sworn he shut and locked it beforehand. And that’s when he heard it. There was someone in his room, rummaging around.

“A thief?” Tyler thought, “This asshole has another thing coming.”

“Hey dude what do you think you’re doing?” Tyler shouted as he entered his hotel room, immediately coming face to face with the intruder, “Wait you? Get the fuck out!” It was the older man- the man who Tyler remembered was checking him out earlier, “You fucking creep.”

“Wait, please I can explain!” The older man said in a gruff voice, holding what looked to be a gray body suit, “I-I...” Tyler shoved the man into the wall, inadvertently touching the gray body suit.

“I don’t give a shit. I’m gonna call...” Tyler heard a strange hissing sound and looked down at the gray suit on the ground.

It was quickly changing, taking on a human skin tone. A tan color that Tyler recognized as his own. But that wasn’t all. Key details started to appear on its initially formless shape, until Tyler realized he was basically looking at an incredibly detailed costume of himself.

“What the hell?” Tyler whispered, stepping away from the older man.

And Tyler watched closely as the suit seemed to move on its own and reached towards the older man like a zombie.

“Need... body...” It hissed.

Tyler felt frozen to the spot. This was unreal. There was no way this was happening. The older man smirked and let his arm enter the suit.

“I didn’t want to cause any trouble.” The older man said as the suit continued to wrap around his body, “But you’ve seen too much.”

Before Tyler could even register, the older man flexed his new, muscular arm, and punched the younger man with his new found strength. Tyler’s world spun before he passed out.

....

Tyler’s eyes flickered open and he winced at the mild pain in his head. He went to grab his head, but found that his arms were held above his head and restrained on a hotel bed frame. And it wasn’t just his arms, his legs were also bound. Dread settled in and he quickly tried to free himself to no avail.

“Oh shit you’re awake.” Tyler’s eyes widened and he looked around in terror. That voice... It sounded exactly like his, “I was hoping for just a little more time.” And then a man walked out from the bathroom.

And to Tyler’s terror, it was like looking in a mirror. The man who stood at the end of the bed was Tyler... Or at least an exact physical copy of him.

“You’re...?”

“You? Yeah you catch on fast.” The doppelganger chuckled, flexing an arm, “Well, I’m not ‘you’ per se, I’m ‘me’ now.” The new Tyler said, “I saw you on the beach and knew I needed to be you. So fucking sexy.” He kissed his bicep.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

The New Tyler smirked, “I’m Tyler from now on. Doesn’t seem too hard to understand. Right?”

“Let me go!” Tyler shouted, “How the fuck are you going to explain...?”

And that’s when Tyler heard it. Another hissing sound and a whispered voice, “Need... body...” Tyler’s heart sank as he heard something shambling through the hotel room. And that’s when he saw it. Crawling up the side of the bed was another one of those things. But this one... this one had the same appearance of the older man.

“No no no no!” Tyler begged as the suit got closer to him, “No please! Fuck let me go!” He was trying his bed to free himself from his restraints. A smile formed on the mask as it’s empty eye sockets cast their gaze on the restrained man. 

It crawled inhumanely and began positioning itself over the restrained young man. Tyler watched in terror as the suit began to lower itself on Tyler’s helpless form.

“Please! Stop this!” Tyler shouted as he felt the skin of the suit on his legs.

He let out a cry as the suit aggressively wrapped around his lower legs, breaking the restraints nearly instantly. And as the suit settled over Tyler’s legs and feet, he could feel them begin to shift and crack. And to his horror, he realized he could no longer feel the difference between the suit and his own body. There was no suit, he realized as he wiggled his new toes, this was his body.

“Please, you can stop this? Right?” Tyler begged as the suits torso began to approach his toned abdominal muscles, “I... please stop!”

New Tyler shook his head, “I can’t stop this.” He said as he watched the suit’s dick encase Tyler’s, “And unfortunately once you’re bonded with this suit, it isn’t easy to undo.”

Tyler’s eyes widened before they closed in pain as the suit bonded to his torso. He felt his toned abdomen become seared to the suit and push out until he again couldn’t tell the difference between his body and the suit. His pecs followed- the muscle behind them vanishing as the suit fully connected and forced them to remodel to match the suit’s sagging chest. Tyler let out a frustrated grunt as he realized he could no longer feel his muscular chest. It felt old... somewhat jiggly and he winced as the New Tyler plucked one of his new chest hairs.

“And unfortunately, this little guy doesn’t work the way it used to.” Tyler could feel tears in his eyes as the New Tyler tugged on his dick, which didn’t show any signs of getting hard, “Don’t worry, I have stuff that might help you.” New Tyler reassured mockingly.

“You need to stop this.” Tyler huffed, “Please... I can’t...”

“It’s okay. I’ve made a few modifications to this suit.” New Tyler said calmly, “You won’t even miss your old body.”

Tyler groaned as his arms were encased and quickly bonded to the suit. His restraints came undone, and the larger man rolled off the bed with a thud. He sat up his knees and looked down at his hairy abdomen that now sat between his legs. He frowned and grabbed a fistful of his new fat.

“You need to reverse this... please... I want my body back.” Tyler begged as he felt the back of his head become wrapped by the suit’s. There was something odd though... Tyler could feel something else... not just the usual feeling of the physical changes, but new thoughts that also seemed to permeate his mind as the suit’s head touched his.

“I can’t do that.” New Tyler smirked, pulling down his pants, “But I’ll give you one last chance to enjoy your body.”

Tyler’s eyes widened as he came face to face with his own dick. He could barely process what was happening, as New Tyler slapped his face with it. Tyler wanted to resist, to turn away, but he felt another pulse from the back of his head and suddenly, he was slowly opening his mouth, inviting his own cock into his mouth.

“There you go.” New Tyler said as Tyler started sucking his cock, “Enjoy it while you can.”

Tyler felt tears in his eyes as he swallowed more and more of his large cock. At the same time, the suit was finishing its process. Tyler’s face was slowly covered by the suit’s, which quickly bonded to him and started cementing the changes. His once clean shaven face now sported an unkempt beard, which covered his double chin. His hairline now receded, while his once youthful features were now older. And with this final physical change, Tyler was bombarded with mental alterations.

‘Fuck.’ He thought as a cloud settled over his brain and he gained new appreciate for sucking cock, ‘This guy is so fucking hot.’

New Tyler moaned as the Old Tyler continued to vigorously suck his cock, now with the skill of an expert. And after a few more moments of intense pleasure, New Tyler let out a moan and came- coating the back of the old man’s throat. The young jock breathed heavily and smirked as he watched the older man wipe the sides of his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re good old man.” New Tyler smirked, “But that was a one-time thing for us, got it?”

Old Tyler nodded, “Thank you.” He whispered in a far gruffer voice, gazing at awe at the hunk of a man standing in front of him, “If you change your mind though...” But New Tyler was already gone, leaving the old man sitting on the floor. He eventually picked himself up and walked over to the mirror, looking at himself carefully. Sure he was out of shape and not much to look at, but if he was able to get someone like that young man to come by, he felt like he might have some better luck that night. He quickly snapped a photo of himself for Grindr, waiting eagerly for another chance to have some fun.

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College Shenanigans

Instead of writing one big story, I decided to write a few mini ones. Enjoy!

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THINGS IN COMMON

“Vamos, lá irmão! Hold up, let me take one more peecture!”

Landon had decided to spend a day at the beach with his new roommate, Noah, so the two could get to know each other better. Being a freshman from a town a few miles north, he had very little in common with his Brazilian exchange student, who was in his final year of college. Landon had decided that a day with just the two of them might be the best, and he knew of a nearby lake that could promise a day full of fun. Instead of swimming however, Noah had spent the last three hours explaining the entire Borba family tree while taking pictures with his new camera. He hadn’t stopped talking about his own life once, never trying to make a connection to Landon.

“No, let’s go,” Landon growled as he walked away, “This was just a waste of time.”

“Wait up!” Noah shouted as they reached the car, “Jeust hold up.”

“What?” Landon asked, opening the trunk, “I was wrong, we have nothing in common. This was a mistake.”

“Eso tats te problem?” Noah asked casually, “I can fix tat.”

“How?” Landon replied sarcastically, turning around to face Noah.

FLASH

“To estart, we boat are eseniors.” Landon nodded in agreement, but it was just similar age.

FLASH

“We boat love football. Look at our sexy, fit bodies; tey weere built for esports.” Landon smiled, he really did adore the activity. The two played together often, usually-

FLASH

“We’re boat exchange estudents, only yer Esalveec. I tink you’re from Ucrânia?”

“Так,” Ladislas agreed, his low voice rumbling. Originally from Kiev, he ha-

FLASH

“We’ve been roommates for foor years now! We even plan-ned on liveeng togeter after college.” Memories of the two being best buds suddenly filled Ladislas’ head. The two were always-

FLASH

“Don’t forget our eshare-ed love of tight cloating, it eshows off our beeg packages.” Ladislas gave a dumb smirk, groping himself lazily through his too-small speedo. He-

FLASH

“Neiter of us are very semart, I mean you barely espeak any Eenglish.”

“You right,” Ladislas repli-

FLASH

“And meost importantly, don’t forget tat we love each oter. You always leet me domeenate. For the past few years, tat teeght bubble butt has been my favorite esight to esee–e penetrar.” 

Ladislas rubbed himself, his huge dick suddenly throbbing. What were they arguing about, and why was Noah still taking pictures? They had come to the car for sex, not more photograp… fotog… whatever it was called. Ladislas began to smirk cheerily, for all his dull mind could think of was the pounding he was about to get.

“I vant sex,” he grunted, “Now.”

Noah happily obliged.

INSTANT FRATIFICATION

Chris sat mopingly, feeling alone as his best friend had randomly disappeared into the giant party around him. He wasn’t keen on coming in the first place, but Edward had insisted that they should go. It was hard to say no to anything he said, because for the longest time he’d had a crush on Edward. But there was nothing Chris could do, as he knew that the other would never reciprocate his feelings. Edward’s few girlfriends had proved so.

Suddenly, a large chant was heard as a herd of frat boys began parading around, stripping off their shirts to reveal chiseled mid-sections and arms that looked to be made of marble. They all looked identical, with their half-naked appearance, a beer in hand, and matching white caps. One confidently swaggered over to Chris, placing a snapback on his head before twisting it backwards.

“Name’s Evan, broski,” he greeted, the empty baritone tone somehow reminded Chris of Edward. There was no way this could be him though, as his best friend was about as short as him, with little body hair and a flamboyant personality. The creature in front of him was tall, muscular, and oozing masculinity.

“Uh… hi,” Chris said, standing up. He stretched before extending a hand, his eyes level with the frat boy’s.

“You looked pathetic, bro,” Evan said emphatically, as if he was trying to sympathize, “Thought I might try to help.”

“Help with what?” Cristo said, his voice taking on a deeper tone as he got defensive.

“Calm down, dude!” Evan put his hands up, noticing possible danger, “I was just being friendly.”

“Oh, uh sorry,” Cistop replied awkwardly, stretching again as muscles erupted across his frame, “I was just waiting for a friend.”

“It’s alright, but it looks like you might need something to take the edge off.” Evan then proudly presented a cheap beer, “These always work.”

“Thanks… bro.” Istophe quickly grabbed the bottle, chugging the flavorless alcohol down his throat. As he did, his feet expanded slowly, destroying his white socks with loafers. Instead, two black Nike socks quickly grew upon his gigantic feet, with a pair of Birkenstocks appearing underneath. The man quickly took the last gulp, with Evan standing in awe and pride in front of him.

“Dude! That was great!” Evan said, patting the other man on the back as his shirt disappeared.

“It was-” before he could finish, the jock quickly covered his mouth. Suddenly, a huge belch escaped, taking his intellect with it. The newly-minted frat boy smiled dumbly, chuckling to himself.

“Bruh, you done? I need a wing man” Evan stated, taking Topher out of his haze, “There some babes over there who have been checking me out like crazy. I need to get laid!”

Evan ran off, his perky butt bouncing with each step. Topher’s python sprung alive, but as a chinstrap snapped around his face, his gaze strayed from his bro to a sorority chick’s lips begging for his dick. Grabbing a pair of sunglasses, Topher groped himself as he made his way over to Evan and the girls, ready to dump a load just like the many nights before.

PISSED

“I ought to teach him a lesson.”

Professor Lostetter was at his wit’s end. The idiotic lacrosse star, Preston Braccini, had once again disrupted his class. For the entirety of the class, he had called the professor by his first name. It may not seem like much but after the third “Nicholas,” the professor turned around and yelled at the student, both to the surprise of Preston and the class. This wasn’t the first time Professor Lostetter had troubles with the student, but he would make it his last. 

After his last lecture, he snuck down to the locker rooms, knowing practice was currently keeping Preston busy. Snooping through the room quietly, he found an open locker with the outfit he saw the jock wearing earlier that day. He then proceeded to the athletic department’s printing room, knowing it would be an adequate place to hide for a few minutes. Making sure no one could see him, he delicately pulled down his suit pants to reveal a semi-erect penis in his white briefs. Massaging his balls, Lostetter knew he didn’t have much time, so he’d have to be quick.

Grabbing his dick out of his tighty-whiteys, Professor Lostetter slowly began to piss all over Preston’s clothes. Each article was slowly soaked in the steamy liquid, making the room stink of urine. As soon as the last spurts came out, the professor quickly cleaned himself up and, after gathering the clothes, placed it back where he found it. He smirked to himself as he left the locker room, knowing his problems were finally behind him.

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Preston grudged back into the locker room, tired after a long, back-breaking practice. Coach had pushed him extra hard today, making him stay an extra hour to work in the gym. Too tired to shower, he decided to just change and then go back to the dorm. He stripped from his gym wear, showcasing his rippling muscles while he slowly put his other clothes on. Preston noticed the outfit felt a little damp, and it reeked too, but he just assumed it was his sweaty self. Grabbing a can of Axe, he hosed himself down, making sure to cover every inch. He then proceeded to grab his backpack and leave.

Strolling around campus in the night, Preston felt a little anxious to get back to his dorm. He grabbed his phone and began texting his girlfriend, not noticing how his shrinking feet carried him down a different path than he usually took. While his sneakers transformed into leather, he didn’t realize that he was guiding himself towards the history building, located on the other side of campus from his dorm. Putting his phone back in the pocket of his joggers, Preston climbed the steps to the main door, the clickety-clack of his heels hitting lightly on the concrete.

Pushing the doors open silently, Pren couldn’t figure out why he had come here. Something told him he had forgotten to grab something during one of his lectures, so he decided to explore. As he wandered around, his white ankle socks slowly grew up his calves, with every new centimeter gaining a different colored stripe. Finding a stairway, he began his ascent to the second floor, each step up bringing him in a half-inch down. By the top, he had lost 6 inches to his height, now as tall as the average male with hairier and less muscular legs than before.

Ben searched in the common area; for some reason he felt like he was getting closer and closer. Looking around, he couldn’t feel his massive cock slowly sinking in on itself, losing a few inches and girth as it too became average-sized. Ben however did notice the feeling of his jockstrap expanding. Pulling up the top of his bright blue suit pants, he was surprised to see a slightly dirty pair of white briefs. Studying them, he recognized that they were the same kind Professor Lostetter wore. He wasn’t gay or anything–he only knew because he had pulled the man’s pants down once or twice. Forgetting what he was doing, he let go of his waistband and continued his search, unaware of the boner tenting in his pants at the thought of the professor.

Benjie, assuming what he was trying to find wasn’t here, trudged over to the third floor stairway, his expanding butt jiggling with each new step. Making his way up, his university crewneck slowly inflated, creating two layers. The gray hue sunk away as the shirt beneath became a silky white with buttons. The article on top expanded, becoming the same shade of blue as the pants. While a floral tie and handkerchief secured themselves in their locations, Benjie’s physique began to disappear. A once prominent 8-pack sank into a thin layer of fat while two meaty pecs simply ceased to exist. The powerful arms of a college lacrosse player became the mediocre arms of a 39-year old. Hair quickly filled in Benjie’s pits as a watch appeared on the wrist of his widening hands.

Strolling around the top floor, Benjamin found himself in the professors hallway. Each side was lined with offices for different members of the history department. Walking down the dimly lit hallway, Benjamin didn’t notice his tie tighten itself, pushing back a prominent Adam’s apple. As he got closer to his destination, his face rearranged itself. The once devilishly-handsome jock began to lose his prominent features. First, his jawline expanded as he grew a large cleft in his chin. Little bits of fat filled in the once narrow face, causing the sharp cheekbones to disappear. His lips, nose, and ears grew considerably as his hairline thinned and pushed back. Brown became the new blonde as Benjamin’s hair grew dark, filling in a 5 o’clock shadow as new age lines began to appear. As the last of Benjamin’s youth disappeared, he decided to knock on one of the office doors. He then sat down on a the ground, not realizing the vast amounts of athletic knowledge flowing out of his head to make room for studying, degrees, and many other scientific facts. Man-spreading, he eagerly waited for the door to open.

“Professor Presler!” Nicholas smirked as he saw the older man sitting on the floor. He looked incredibly nerdy, making the professor all the more happy with the apparent sucess.

“Professor Lostetter,” Benjamin replied in a light tenor tone, “I’ve been diligently waiting for you.”

“Oh sorry, I forgot to grab something before I left, but I’m leaving now.” Nicholas answered while locking his office door. He then turned around and fondled Benjamin’s package, enjoying the shrunken cock and balls.

“I can’t wait to play with this when we get home,” Nicholas purred. He then spanked the other man, who jumped in reply. Nicholas deviously smiled as they walked off.

“I ought to teach you a lesson.”

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Terms and Conditions

Levi arrived at the train station late at night. Nobody else was on the train on his way home let alone on the platform when he got off. Levi took his ear phones out of his pocket ready for for his walk home but to his disappointment realised they were dead. He sighed folding up his earphone case shoving it back in his pocket preparing for the quite walk home in the dark. As Levi approached the station exit he heard what sounded like arcade music and saw flashing lights out of the corner of his eye. Tucked away in a small room was a table set up, arcade music was playing in the room as cheap disco lasers spun around. On either side of the table were posters of chiselled abs with the words "FREE TRANSFORMATION BECOME THE ULTIMATE MAN" written over the top in what looked to be a rushed photoshop job. Levi had been thinking about getting a personal trainer for a few weeks now and he didn't want to pass up on the chance for a free session or two, even if the trainer was this bad at advertising. He looked around for any information but all he could see was a QR code taped down to the middle of the table. Levi scanned it and it took him to a website just as corny and asked him to upload his 'before' photo. Shrugging it off he scrolled through his photos and selected one he had taken on a night out a few weeks earlier.

Once uploaded the website brought up a page 'TERMS AND CONDITIONS'. Levi began reading but after the first sentence assumed it was the basic bullshit all websites have, he tried to skim read it but after realising that the terms and conditions document was over 400 pages long he just speedily scrolled his way to the bottom ignoring all of it until a large blue button labelled 'ACCEPT' showed up. Levi pressed the button and his phones web browser instantly closed. Levi tried to do the whole process all over again but the browser couldn't even open the website anymore. Rolling his eyes in disappointment it became clear whoever was running this program was struggling to get their career off the ground because they were so bad at marketing or even basic tech. He put his phone in his pocket and left the station to head home and go to bed.

The next morning Levi woke up and felt groggy, his body was sore all over like he had just done a week long boot camp and he felt slightly heavier. He stretched and felt like his shoulds and quads were much tighter than usual. He put one hand on his shoulder to try and help stretch it but it felt larger, bulkier...

Looking down he saw that his shorts had split open in the middle of the night and out of the shredded fabric poked strong thicc smooth muscles. his abs were more defined and and his arms were pumped up with definition. He had always been fit but somehow over night had transformed into a complete jock. He covered himself up and took a picture, surely this was all just a dream.

Whilst trying to find his gallery he came across a new app on his phone labelled 'Ultimate Man' when he opened it he was saw just a page that looked like it was written in the notes app with a few sentences on it.

"congratulations on embracing masculinity, through your free transformation we are going to turn you into the ultimate man! get ready to embrace manhood big guy"

Levi cringed at the terribly written message but whoever was behind it clearly was doing something right, even if they came off like an idiot.

Suddenly Levi began to feel warm and could feel his heart pumping. But it didn't feel like exercise or even anything strenuous it just felt like he could really notice all of the blood in his body moving around. Levi felt himself get hard and he looked down under the covers. Even his dick looked bigger. He opened up his browser app and went to his favourite website to look at videos and images of hot guys. On the home page happened to be an image of a buff Olympic swimmer climbing out of the pool, instantly Levi moaned as he came without even touching himself. He looked down at his twitching manhood, it continued to drool over his bare abs. He cleaned himself up and put a pair of shorts on and tried to make his way to the kitchen. It didn't even take two steps before Levi moaned loudly again and his knees locked together causing him to fall to the floor. He felt his underwear fill with warms and he felt his dick pulse and twitch, he took a breath thinking it was over before it fired off again.

Levi squirmed on the ground moaning unable to stop as his body forcefully went through cycles of pleasure. He didn't even have the strength to sit up. His shorts had become drenched and were stuck to him but it didn't stop. Levi tried to take them off but his hands never even made it to the waist band he simply stopped and massaged his throbbing pelvis as waves of pleasure were sent up to the rest of his body. He didn't know what was happening and couldn't even think he just laid on his bedroom floor squirming in pleasure as he was forced to come over and over again.

After a few hours it finally stopped. Levi was stuck on the ground panting like a dog in summer but after a few minutes he was able to pick himself up. He pulled off his shorts now 3 shades darker and coated in a layer of sticky gloss. He went to put them in the wash basket but ended up just dropping them on the ground next to his bed and by the time the loud wet *shlop* of his shorts finished echoing around the room he had already forgotten about wanting to wash them.

Levi put on a basic black shirt and another pair of shorts, both felt so tight it was almost like a second skin. He passed the mirror in his hallway once again he looked bigger, more defined and the imprint of his dick stood out like a sore thumb. He was still hard and his sorts were so tight every second step made him wince in a mix of pain and pleasure as he had become so sensitive down below.

Levi went to make breakfast and realised it was almost lunch

"fuck I really need to get to the gym"

he thought to himself, forgetting that he didn't even have a gym membership. Mindlessly Levi started to make his way to his car and drove to the closest gym. He was panting like a dog the entire way as the vibrations from the car gently stimulated his manhood but to him it felt like the best pleasure his dick had ever received. He felt his shirt and shorts become tighter, a few tears began to form around his thighs and the shirt started to ride up revealing his abs, it was almost like his clothes were shrinking. His toes curled as his shoes felt tighter. Finally he arrived at the gym.

Levi needed to take a moment after parking his car, he was still panting and he couldn't help but rub his groin which alone was enough to make him feel like he was edging. After almost half an hour of sitting in his car trying to collect himself he finally got out and made his way to the gym entrance. His car somehow looked smaller to him, and all his clothes felt like one wrong move and they'd all rip off. He tried his best to pull his shirt down to his waist but there was still a few inches of skin that could be seen. His shorts where the worst, he could see in the reflection of the gym windows how they hugged his thighs forming a nice V shape and he could feel how they rode up his ass, like he'd put on a pair 6 sizes too small.

Levi opened the door and went to the reception desk as his body began to feel warm again. He rapidly dinged the bell on the desk a few times before hearing a slight click noise, looking down he noticed the top of the bell had caved in and he gritted his teeth with a slight look of embarrassment on his face. A receptionist walked over from the other side of the desk and took one look at Levi, without even thinking he said,

"forgot you member ship again big guy?"

the trainer sighed and buzzed the small plastic gates open, Levi was confused but didn't question it, he quickly walked through the gates feeling desperate to work out. As he walked he felt his thighs now rubbing against each other, he felts he biceps and pushing past his pecs as his arms swung, and he felt the monster python in his pants creep slightly further to the elastic in his underwear.

Levi set up the cable machine almost by instinct. He began pulling the weight and didn't even realise he had it set to the most weight possible, and it didn't even feel like anything.

His shirt felt tighter and tighter as the sleeves pulled up above his biceps and the waist pulled up almost to his pecs, by now it looks like he was wearing a crop top. Levi struggled to pull his shirt off and was stunned by the amount of mass on his body. He could barely pull his eyes away from the mirror as he watched himself workout, he was hypnotised by the way his biceps moved and the way his pecs bounced with each movement.

Levi felt himself get heavier and heavier to the point simply moving between machines now had him out of breath, his shorts were now so tight and pulled up they practically looked like a thong. Finally Levi stopped working out feeling the enormous weight of his size falling on his. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and stared at the freakishly massive man in the mirror.

He took a step back whilst flexing and felt something bump up against his ass. He turned around expecting it to be a bench but it was one of the gym staff.

"hey man, watch where you step hahah" the staff member laughed

It took Levi a minute to get the joke, he thought the staff member was sitting at first, but his eyes widened as he realised he was in fact standing. Levi scratched his head trying to work out if this guy just happened to be short but it was hard to work out when half his view was blocked by a massive shelf of his muscles that were his pecs. It was him finally realising he was half barefoot that finally made it click in his head. He looked in the mirror at the remains of his size 12 shoes torn to pieces and bits of fabric and rubber barely around his enormous feet.

He walked through the gym to the changing rooms trying to gauge how large he had become when he saw the weight station people used to track their stats. As he got closer to the station he watched the plank of wood used to measure height get smaller and smaller until he found himself in front, looking down at the number 8FT that was barely up to the bottom of his pecs. Levi stepped on the scales and watched the digital numbers rapidly shoot up until it began to slow around 700lsb. Levi took a deep breath as he moved his mass off the scale back down to the ground, even the 3 inch drop was enough to make small things on shelves near him rattle and shake.

Levi caught himself moving towards the changing room in the mirror, he thought he was walking normal but in reality he had a ridiculous wide waddle that took up the entire walk way. As he walked through the doors to the changing rooms a large thud caused everyone in the gym to turn their heads. Levi, not used to his new size had smashed his head into the door frame but it felt like someone had flicked him rather than walking face first into metal, as he took a second to recover he saw that the door frame had actually bent slightly from the impact.

The massive giant sat on the wooden bench alone in the changing room, it comedically bent in towards the centre, his massive weight almost causing it to bend to the ground. Levi scrolled his phone to find the app hoping there was a way to size down. He opened the app he saw a few notifications but clicked the latest one.

"Congratulations, you are almost the perfect man, one final step and you will be the optimal man! FINAL STEPS: Intellect deletion protocol and Personality Rewrite"

Immediately after reading those words Levi's head felt funny, felt almost blurry, all the embarrassment about turning into a literal giant went away, all the worries about clothes fitting him were gone and new feelings started to come in. Levi looked up into the changing room mirror and smiled.

He flexed his massive bicep

"OOOOOOH YEEAAH THATS NICE"

he rose his second arm to flex his other

"FUCK IM SO BIG, BEING THIS HUGE IS AMAZING"

He stood up once again feeling his insane weight

"Oh fuck, im so heavy, but damn, so big" He said as he struggled to reach across his own body to reach his bicep

His phone pinged loudly and Levi opened it to the app, but it looked like gibberish, he couldn't make out a single word, he scratched his head with confusion, Suddenly an audio file played

"Congratulations on becoming the Ultimate Man, we are currently offering a one time special offer for only the manliest of men, increase size by an additional 2 feet and 130 pounds, to claim say "I'm a manly man"

Levi's eyes lit up with glee, he didn't understand a single thing it said other than the words 'increase size' without missing a moment he yelled at his phone

"FUCK YEAH, IM A MANLY MAN"

He watched as his hands became thicker, watched as his dick print started to look like it was gonna rip through what was left of his clothes, his head turned to the mirror and he flexed his hulked out frame with all his might watching as it started to expand even bigger.

"FUUUUUUCCCKKK YEEEEAAHHH MAN" He screamed panting, completely out of breath as the giant before him got bigger and bigger and it was almost too much for him to even move......

[hawkeyesimpsecret]

Story index

Here you can find a list of my transformations series and other stories with a short summary of what they are about. If you’re curious about one and want more details or want to participate in one, just write me! I'll do my best to keep this list up to date!

Single stories

Family: A story about a poor young man living on the streets who was given a new life by fate.

Unworthy: A story about a young man who couldn't fulfill his family's exspectations and had to pay a price.

Stories from the Grave: A story about why you shouldn't listen to every voice on old graveyards.

The heir of Milton: This is a story about a faithful butler of an old English family who had earned a special promotion.

Forever Together: Being with an immortal warlock made Alec think about his own aging and how he could stop that (Fandom: Shadowhunters).

For each other: Sequel to Forever Together. Mag and Alec get a new addition to their new lifes.

Going To Hell: Robin Hood, Kilian Jones and Prince Charming start a life-changing trip to hell with some monstrous changes.

Becoming a family: This is a story about Harry Potter and his four best friends as they actually become his family (Fandom: Harry Potter).

A preference for Bolts: This is a story about a young man in Scandinavia being blessed by a certain northern god (Fandom: Marvel).

Welcom Home: This is a story about grief and the use of magic to ease that pain for Magnus Bane (Fandom: Shadowhunters).

Watch Out: This is a story about two friends who shouldn't have put on the stuff of two missing guys...

Cold As Ice: This is a story about a cloak that makes his wearer non only loose his emotions (Fandom: Harry Potter).

Love Again: This is a story about a young man who lost everything, but find the love he longed for (Fandom: Harry Potter).

Duty: This is a story about a young man getting a little bit too much into his fantasies about his favourite character (Fandom: Guild Wars 2).

Creation of Friendship: This is a story about a misunderstanding that lead to a brand new and quite thick friendship.

Spin Around: A demon's work can be quite... changing (Fandom: Supernatural).

Reuinited Love: This is a story about a forbidden love that even conquers death.

A New Prince: This is a story about Merlin and Arthur Pendragon with a magical twist (Fandom: Merlin).

New Position: For the first Harry cannot play as a seeker - and needs help for getting ready for a entirely new position (Fandom: Harry Potter).

Filling the Gap: This is a story about two best friends who would've better stay away from a magical crime scene (Fandom: Harry Potter).

Deserved: This is a story about an unlucky guy who gets dumped by his boyfriend.

Spicy Pies: This is a story about a man, lending a helping hand to an old neighbour and is rewarded for his kindness.

Twice the Thunder: This is a story about two roommates without a costumes on Halloween - beware: if you're late, you might feel the consequences (Fandom: Marvel).

The Pumpkin Field: Beware of the magical pumpkins, dear friend - they could be after you! (Fandom: Harry Potter)

Tombola: Original props are the best gift for a fan - they always go deep under your skin! (Fandom: Once Upon a Time)

Push the Buttons: Some games are made to be an experience (Fandom: Assassin's Creed)

Wishes, requests, exchanges

Life-Changing Game for soul-controller: A story about a caught-up college experience in the digital age. Let the game begin!

Learning some manners for an anonymous requester: A story about a macho man who has to learn that not everything always goes his way. With a touch of magic. Dimensional travel. And elves!

Beware of the mirror for musclebishop: As you may know, the Magic Mirror is able to grant wishes. Even those you don’t know. But don’t be rude. Sometimes even the changes are changing.

Beer Up for mcbrute: Zoro (One Piece) has lost his way again and has been invited to the jock pirates’ ship. It’s not just the beer that’s special there.

Green On Birthdays for jungwoosong: Carl really leaves no stone unturned to convince his best friend Noah to watch his favourite anime, One Piece. But it’s only with a birthday present that things get moving.

A New Look for a user on Furaffinity: What started as a pity purchase at a festival out of niceness turned out to be extremely life-changing for Nat.

The Found Jacket for a user on Furaffinity: Timothy just wanted to buy a small ball for his brother, but instead of a stall, found only a stray red jacket.

Old Rivalery for thegeneralguy: Despite unwillingness, a visit to the gym began quite differently than expected - with a very special, haunted prize from a bygone era.

The Risk of Curiosity for itsrainingdilfs: Basic rule: Don’t read out funny-sounding words from old books. You might have company sooner than you’d like.

No More Stress for transformee: In the attic of an inherited house, you can probably find some special things when cleaning up. Even a hidden old mirror.

Good old Australia for changingmen: As a reward for a good deed, a young man is given a little something from the homeland of the man he has helped. With the prospect of a beefy future.

Magnissimus for malebodyandshoeswaps: On the way to his graduation ceremony, a young man’s shoes are destroyed in a chemical accident. But with the replacement pair, he takes his first step into his new phase of life.

Happy birthday for writer-ofstuff: Stiles’ (Teen Wolf) birthday preparations for his steady boyfriend Derek are not going really well. But whether the help from his book was really the right thing to do?

Secret Santa Lottery for bizzhideaway (great story exchange 2020): After Brody had taken part in a Christmas lottery and the notification of the winnings failed to arrive, his winnings were able to surprise him in every way.

Through Your Veins for begon1: If Batman only saw that this was a trap.

Confidence for

TF Captions

A New Curse Part One and Part Two

Freckles

Back to your roots

Boring

Ho, ho, ho!

Buddies

Special Blanket

Himbo Hemispheres

Temple of Amor

Tempting Tapestry

Rental Conditions

What about Green?

Well-minded spirit

Something in the water

Smile

The wrong souvenir

Kinda poisoned

The perfect example

Special Edition

New clothes, new man

Shortage of staff

Electric

By the lake

Smell Like a Hero

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