possessionsyeahman

[possessionsyeahman]

The university was clearly scraping the bottom of the barrel when they paired you up with your jock of a roommate. The residence hall questionnaire could only have been entirely ignored when dorm assignments rolled in and the housing department created the ultimate odd couple.

You were there to study, take notes, get a degree, and learn how to live on your own without your parents there to cook and clean. Your roommate on the other hand was there to meet bros, build muscle, and attending to the incessant needs of his cock with whatever convenient vagina he could find at that moment. And all this took president over any kind of cleaning or tidying or laundry—it didn't take long for his sweaty clothes from his routine workouts to establish a sustained odor. At the same time, you also managed to develop a raging crush on your inflexibly straight roomie.

It didn't take long for his habits and your habits to cause friction and even less time for you to get to the end of your rope. Getting out wasn't going to be an option, not this year with the dorms at capacity and no other willing swappers in their system. In your desperation to get out or try to change any aspect of the situation, you find yourself reaching out to me.

My solution is a potion that promises to make the necessary changes to guarantee he becomes the perfect roommate for you, so long as you both drink it.

Slipping it in his protein shake proved to be quite simple. Once he was off to the gym for the evening with his spiked supplement, you took the other vial in your hand, regarded the liquid for a moment, and downed it.

...

You wait for a moment, expecting... well what should you be expecting...

After a few seconds of nothing, you wonder what you really just drank. Magic wasn't real, and despite what you'd heard about me from... whatever source, you realize how foolish you were thinking a little—mountain dew maybe?—would change anything with your disgusting roommate.

Man, his musky work-out smell is really strong. You always think it's the worst it's been and then the b.o. manages to intensify. Instead, you make a feeble attempt to distance yourself from the stench by crossing to your side of the room, except it proves to be inescapable.

Ugh, you look down and see a shirt on the ground on your side of the room. He's really taking over everything now. You go to pick it up... but realize it's one of your shirts... and... it smells. Do you need more deodorant? Did you forget to put the shirt in the hamper?— Is he wearing your clothes?... Did that thought turn you on a bit?

Wait a second. Are you smelling the shirt? You were smelling the shirt. You didn't even realize it but you while you were lost in thought, you had brought the garment with his rank aroma to your nose and taken a nice deep breath... maybe a couple—you couldn't remember...

And again... it smells kinda nice... except... you realize the shirt was his. It was a lycra compression shirt, and you didn't own any lycra... why did you think it was your shirt? You didn't go to the gym, work out; you don't have any muscle like he does so it make sense because if it was yours, you'd—

You catch a view of yourself. Each side of the room had a closet for every resident, and these closets had large, fully-mirrored sliding doors. If you had muscle, you probably would own lycra clothing, you probably would check yourself out in your closet mirror like he did, you probably would flex your muscles, like...

Like this... and this...

Even though you didn't work out, you saw some shadow of definition. You felt your modest weenie chub up as your biceps bulged even just slightly. And if you fleeeeeeeexed again... you might be able to smell your own musk wafting outward from your exposed arm pits. If you strike this pose... it could exaggerate the taper of your midsection from your shoulders narrowing to your waist. If you wanted to see that v-shape even better, you could take off your shirt... let it hit the floor... add to the pile of your other sweaty rank gym clothes. If you contracted like... this, you could cause your pecs to bulge and your arms to come into clearer definition, almost like they were not just bulging with muscle, but actually swelling, growing larger. This is what muscular people must feel like—your were turning yourself on more and more making your dick grow harder and harder seeming to thicken in your underwear until it bulges obviously in your black joggers.

And if you did have a bigger dick and bigger balls you'd have more testosterone, a sharper jaw, body hair. Hair that would highlight your abs and dust your pecs and give you thicker muskier bushes under your arms. But if you did have a bigger dick, you would probably be soooo horny. You would probably be so dumb. if you were swole, you'd just need to lift and flex... and if you were horny, you'd just need a steady stream of cock and ass to tend to your own big thick dick...

you flex again... and again... and again...

if you were a nerd, you'd probably hate living with a dumb bro like you, but you got paired with the perfect roommate who just wants to flex and fuck. just like you.

The door opens and your roommate enters. You turn towards him, mid-flex. The stench of your combined musk hits him like a drug and you see his bulge swell visibly in this fuckbro gym shorts. Somehow the college had paired you with another gay bro who was always down to offer a hand or a hole any time of day or night—and you were just as willing to return the favor.

[possessionsyeahman]

"That's quite an accusation, Officer. And a nonsense one, even. Us, stealing your muscle? How's that even possible?"

The one that stole Brad's muscle tried his best to not smirk but I know damn well this fucking two assholes just want to tease us off with their muscle. Fucking jerk acting like they have the whole world under their feet with that muscle of theirs when we are the one armed with the law. But to be frank, why would me and my partner give them tickets? They seems to have no problem at all. Then, the one that acted like he's in a shock sit up straight and assert his power over us as he suddenly said in a very deep voice

"You two young cops must've never learn about us. Ask your senior, all of them know us and we are respectful citizen who just want to have fun and caused no public disturbance. So even if we speed a little, it shouldn't really matter for you two shrimps as long as there's no one become some sort of victim from that, am I right?"

[possessionsyeahman]

"That's quite an accusation, Officer. And a nonsense one, even. Us, stealing your muscle? How's that even possible?"

The one that stole Brad's muscle tried his best to not smirk but I know damn well this fucking two assholes just want to tease us off with their muscle. Fucking jerk acting like they have the whole world under their feet with that muscle of theirs when we are the one armed with the law. But to be frank, why would me and my partner give them tickets? They seems to have no problem at all. Then, the one that acted like he's in a shock sit up straight and assert his power over us as he suddenly said in a very deep voice

"You two young cops must've never learn about us. Ask your senior, all of them know us and we are respectful citizen who just want to have fun and caused no public disturbance. So even if we speed a little, it shouldn't really matter for you two shrimps as long as there's no one become some sort of victim from that, am I right?"

[possessionsyeahman]

Lazy

My boyfriend is so lazy sometimes. For weeks he’s needed to go and pick up a parcel, but only he can pick it up. If no one picks it up by today, it’ll be returned to sender. He knew I could swap our bodies, and lately I’ve been doing it more and more to get his shit done, even such mundane stuff like this, while he lazes about at home in my body. It’s normally just a few minutes, max. an hour or two, but still!

Once I woke up this morning, I transformed into him, leaving him to carry on sleeping. I immediately noticed I needed to pee and started my way to the bathroom, plodding along the way, making much more noise than I’m used to since I weigh about twice as much as normal. I’m about to sit down, but then I realize I can do it standing up now.  As I started, I let out a low groan of relief. At first it was gross, but also got to admit kinda fun. It went on for ages too.

I find some of his clothes and put them on, just a simple polo shirt and jeans, before putting on some of his shoes. They always look huge, but they fit me like a glove when I am him of course. Within about 2 minutes, I am ready. Guys have it so much easier. 

When I get to the car, I always need to push the seat right back to be able to fit inside. I drive off but then realize I forgot his wallet with ID back at home. I turned around to head back, and enter as quietly as possible so that I don’t wake him up. I quietly open the bedroom door, but to my surprise, I see him playing with my vibrator and playing with my breasts. He was moaning too. This body immediately got hard from the sight, and from then on, I just felt like I was on autopilot - the hormones in this body were just too strong for any rational thoughts. That was the first time I’d ever fucked my own body, and having a dick just felt so good. Once we had finished up, I left my girlfriend in bed and headed out.

I sat in the car and sent my old number this selfie.

“Since you enjoyed that so much, let’s stay like this a bit longer. I anyway always wore the trousers in our relationship, so only fits that you wear the dress. Why don’t you make yourself nice and pretty for when I get back and I’ll give you round two. I know how much my dick drives you wild, girl.”

[possessionsyeahman]

The university was clearly scraping the bottom of the barrel when they paired you up with your jock of a roommate. The residence hall questionnaire could only have been entirely ignored when dorm assignments rolled in and the housing department created the ultimate odd couple.

You were there to study, take notes, get a degree, and learn how to live on your own without your parents there to cook and clean. Your roommate on the other hand was there to meet bros, build muscle, and attending to the incessant needs of his cock with whatever convenient vagina he could find at that moment. And all this took president over any kind of cleaning or tidying or laundry—it didn't take long for his sweaty clothes from his routine workouts to establish a sustained odor. At the same time, you also managed to develop a raging crush on your inflexibly straight roomie.

It didn't take long for his habits and your habits to cause friction and even less time for you to get to the end of your rope. Getting out wasn't going to be an option, not this year with the dorms at capacity and no other willing swappers in their system. In your desperation to get out or try to change any aspect of the situation, you find yourself reaching out to me.

My solution is a potion that promises to make the necessary changes to guarantee he becomes the perfect roommate for you, so long as you both drink it.

Slipping it in his protein shake proved to be quite simple. Once he was off to the gym for the evening with his spiked supplement, you took the other vial in your hand, regarded the liquid for a moment, and downed it.

...

You wait for a moment, expecting... well what should you be expecting...

After a few seconds of nothing, you wonder what you really just drank. Magic wasn't real, and despite what you'd heard about me from... whatever source, you realize how foolish you were thinking a little—mountain dew maybe?—would change anything with your disgusting roommate.

Man, his musky work-out smell is really strong. You always think it's the worst it's been and then the b.o. manages to intensify. Instead, you make a feeble attempt to distance yourself from the stench by crossing to your side of the room, except it proves to be inescapable.

Ugh, you look down and see a shirt on the ground on your side of the room. He's really taking over everything now. You go to pick it up... but realize it's one of your shirts... and... it smells. Do you need more deodorant? Did you forget to put the shirt in the hamper?— Is he wearing your clothes?... Did that thought turn you on a bit?

Wait a second. Are you smelling the shirt? You were smelling the shirt. You didn't even realize it but you while you were lost in thought, you had brought the garment with his rank aroma to your nose and taken a nice deep breath... maybe a couple—you couldn't remember...

And again... it smells kinda nice... except... you realize the shirt was his. It was a lycra compression shirt, and you didn't own any lycra... why did you think it was your shirt? You didn't go to the gym, work out; you don't have any muscle like he does so it make sense because if it was yours, you'd—

You catch a view of yourself. Each side of the room had a closet for every resident, and these closets had large, fully-mirrored sliding doors. If you had muscle, you probably would own lycra clothing, you probably would check yourself out in your closet mirror like he did, you probably would flex your muscles, like...

Like this... and this...

Even though you didn't work out, you saw some shadow of definition. You felt your modest weenie chub up as your biceps bulged even just slightly. And if you fleeeeeeeexed again... you might be able to smell your own musk wafting outward from your exposed arm pits. If you strike this pose... it could exaggerate the taper of your midsection from your shoulders narrowing to your waist. If you wanted to see that v-shape even better, you could take off your shirt... let it hit the floor... add to the pile of your other sweaty rank gym clothes. If you contracted like... this, you could cause your pecs to bulge and your arms to come into clearer definition, almost like they were not just bulging with muscle, but actually swelling, growing larger. This is what muscular people must feel like—your were turning yourself on more and more making your dick grow harder and harder seeming to thicken in your underwear until it bulges obviously in your black joggers.

And if you did have a bigger dick and bigger balls you'd have more testosterone, a sharper jaw, body hair. Hair that would highlight your abs and dust your pecs and give you thicker muskier bushes under your arms. But if you did have a bigger dick, you would probably be soooo horny. You would probably be so dumb. if you were swole, you'd just need to lift and flex... and if you were horny, you'd just need a steady stream of cock and ass to tend to your own big thick dick...

you flex again... and again... and again...

if you were a nerd, you'd probably hate living with a dumb bro like you, but you got paired with the perfect roommate who just wants to flex and fuck. just like you.

The door opens and your roommate enters. You turn towards him, mid-flex. The stench of your combined musk hits him like a drug and you see his bulge swell visibly in this fuckbro gym shorts. Somehow the college had paired you with another gay bro who was always down to offer a hand or a hole any time of day or night—and you were just as willing to return the favor.

[possessionsyeahman]

I wanted to say how flattered I was to hear I inspired your first story, but it seems to me like you’ve had this TF magic in you all along 😉 You’re off to an incredible start, each of your stories has been so hot to read - I’m curious to see how you’d change me? You know how much I love writing about big, pussy obsessed straight men: I wonder if you’ll make me one or an item that a man like that uses and abuses. Have fun with it, bro!

First of all i really want to thank you and all the other people who've sent me nice messages. I've loved transformation for a while now, and i've been feeling like i wanted to give back so it's nice to hear that i've been able to do that so far.

Hearing that from you is especially gratifying because i really love your stories bro. They've really been an inspiration for me when writing mine first ones. I guess that if this thing keeps working out for me and we keep writing about the same stuff… well we might have a bit of a rivalry on our hands haha…

"I wish i was joking … but honestly, i've really been thinking that. And honestly, you kinda offered yourself on a silver platter for me there. I'm sure you expected something fun with this but this is the perfect opportunity for me to take you out.

What's that look on your face ? This isn't what you wanted ? Well it's too late to turn back now bud. Besides, i already know exactly how you can be of use to me from now on"

With that, i snapped my fingers. You felt the effects instantly as your body wracked with immense pain. Twisting and distorting, your body adopted a new and improved form. You saw your skin become a pristine white as your flesh and bones restructured into a tightening weave of elastic fabric. You tried to scream at me to stop but you had already been silenced. Instead, your face reshaped itself into the front pouch of a pair of Calvin Klein underwear. As you fell on the floor, you struggled to take in your newly transformed world. Your mind was intact but all physical markers of who you once was were gone. Just a nice, brand new piece of clothing for me to ruin.

"Alright dude, just out of gratitude for the good times i had reading your stories, i'm willing you make you a deal. If you manage to keep your mind from breaking for one month then i will turn you back into a human. deal ? Well, i guess it's not like you have much of a choice anyway"

I took off my current underwear : a rank, soaked and yellowed thong. I threw it to the side on a pile of sportwear, all in a similarly perverted state.

"Don't look at the pile of used clothes over there bro. I promise you that it won't make you feel any better about what's coming for you" I stroked and jiggled my fat dick "And neither will looking at this huhu"

The literal gravity of your imminent fate set in. With a cocky smirk, i picked you up and slid you up my thick legs. Your wails of horror fell on deaf ears as your face pressed against my thick package, stretching and conforming to its every contour.

"Hehe, you hug my nuts so tightly bro. It's almost like you were always meant to be down there, servicing my musky balls."

And musky they were. An immediate sensory overload took over your brain. The instant warmth made you gasp for air but all you could inhale were fumes of sweat and dried cum. This masculine stench quickly permeated the entirety of your being, making you struggle to form coherent thoughts. To top it all, the moistness made your body stick tightly against my manhood, unable to get away from this reeking nightmare.

"Sorry about that dude. I should warn you; once i start wearing a pair of undies, i never change out until they're ruined. That means that 24/7 for the next month i'm going to wear you, work out in you, sweat in you, i'm even gonna cum in you. Oh bro, i'm gonna completely wreck you."

"I promise you that it shouldn't even take a month to completely break you. But try not to panic, there's a moment when you'll embrace your new purpose as my nice, sweaty underwear and it'll all become very pleasant. If or when that happens is completely up to you bro. You get to choose if this experience will be a disgusting or a pleasurable one. But remember, your humanity is on the line huhu."

The reality of your new life for the coming month fully dawned on you. Sweat. Piss. Cum. Constantly. What you had been writing and reading about on your blog for fun finally became your intoxicating reality. You were worried your brains were already melting. How the hell were you supposed to last an entire month ??? You were struggling and begging for mercy against my big … snug …. balls …

Your suffering psyche desperately tried to rationalize what was happening to you. Maybe this was possible … You could just … take care of my goods for a month and then … everything would be fine. You just had to …. not break…

I laughed in satisfaction as i pressed you further against my cock. Inspiration for a hot new story already struck me but i needed to go work out first. I wanted to get you all nice and soaked so that i could get you to enjoy this.

"No hard feelings bro."

[possessionsyeahman]

Snug

Everything had been perfect in Stefan's life. He was handsome and his preppy clean-cut look and charming personality had gotten him a beautiful girlfriend. Thanks to his hard work he had also gotten into one of the country's best universities. Nothing could stop him from getting his dream job and marrying his girlfriend. He was really living his perfect life.

Well, that's what he thought right before entering his dorm and smelled the rank atmosphere inside. Sigh. There was just one little thing that spoiled his life on campus : he shared his dorm with Bryce.

Bryce was your typical jock douchebag. Popular, obnoxious, party-goer and obsessed with working out. Apparently he hadn't registered that working out constantly also meant that he needed to wash his dirty gym gear and not leave them all over the dorm. Stefan's clean and neat persona clashed with Bryce's unhygienic and messy one. Living with him was like a nightmare.

Stefan stepped in the musty dorm and approached his bed where he immediately noticed a piece of clothing that wasn't his. He already felt the frustration rising inside of him. Bryce had, for some reason, left one of his dirty jockstraps laying there on his bed.

Stefan saw red. The disgusting jockstrap would have originally been white, except the fabric of the pouch was stained yellow and distended. Stefan tried as hard as he could to not picture how Bryce's filthy cock and bodily fluids could have done that to a piece of clothing. "Does he think i enjoy his nauseating stench ?!"

Stefan was outraged. He wished he didn't have to take care of Bryce's dirty laundry and that he'd do it himself. He picked up the rank piece of fabric to try and dispose of it. To his horror the jockstrap was stiff in his hand, supposedly hardened by Bryce's ... cum. Stefan then swore he could hear, or feel, a voice inside his head.

"hmmm... musk..."

Shocked, he flung it across the room. He started panting heavily. What was that voice ? That feeling ? He looked at the hand that had touched the jockstrap's stiffened waistband and felt a sort of tingliness at the tip of his fingers. The tingly feeling started spreading across his hand and then up his arm. It felt like cotton all over his body. As it took over him, Stefan tried running for the door but he suddenly felt his entire body shrink and hollow out. Stefan wanted to cry for help but all he could do was feel his entire body twisting and reshaping into a pair of white Adidas socks as he fell to the floor. He could still feel, hear and smell but he couldn't move.

That's when he heard the turning of the doorknob. Bryce entered the room and walked where Stefan was laying. He had just come back from his afternoon run.

Stefan felt Bryce kneel next to him and, for a second, thought that he might be able to help him out ! "Bryce ! Help me !"

With a dopey grin, Bryce took the socks in his hand and looked at them. Stefan thought he was saved !

"Sick dude ! I didn't think i had any other clean pair of socks !"

Stefan tried to scream at him that this was him ! That he wasn't just a pair of socks ! But Bryce didn't hear anything. Stefan really was just a pair of socks, and socks aren't meant to speak, they're meant to be worn. The horror of the situation dawned on Stefan as he heard Bryce kick off his trainers and took off his current pair of socks, dirty and worn out. "I've been wearing these nonstop for months, it's time for a change huhu !"

"No ! I'm not just some piece of clothing for Bryce to ruin !" Stefan screamed out. He tried resisting in vain as Bryce pulled the pristine socks over his sweaty feet. Stefan's new body conformed to the shape of Bryce's feet and lower calves. His senses were immediately assaulted by the rancid musk.

"They're so snug bro. I'm going to wear them until they're completely ruined huhuhu"

Stefan's perfect reality, his life, his dreams, his future... everything unraveled as his new disgusting soaking reality set in. He felt so disgusted and humiliated to be a gymrat's rank socks. Bryce put on his trainers. Stefan was immediately soaked in sweat. Bryce stood and left the dorm, heading for his evening workout.

1 year later

Bryce loved his new socks and the way they seemed to fit his feet perfectly. The pristine white socks hadn't stayed that way for long. Bryce wore the socks everyday nonstop for months, to class, to the gym, even when he fucked his bros. The socks had gradually started to fray and darken.

At first, Stefan tried to resist his new life. He was determined to not let this break him. However the months went on. Trapped inside Bryce's hot sweaty shoes, Stefan was constantly drenched in sweat and musk and over time, he could feel it not only affect the fabric he was made of but also the fabric of his mind. Little by little, Stefan got more and more filthy and ruined and so his mind corrupted.

What started as a nightmare gradually became more pleasant. Stefan began enjoying the smell of Bryce's feet. Stefan's entire psychology reshaped itself around Bryce's sweaty feet. He realized he was nothing but a sweaty pair of socks who belongs to a big, muscular jock named Bryce. Stefan eventually accepted his place as Master Bryce's property, taking comfort and pride in serving the big jock and worshiping his sweaty scent and dirty feet.

His former self long gone, Stefan was broken and twisted into something better. He who used to love his girlfriend so dearly, now only had adoration for his Master's rankness. He finally felt at home, perfectly wrapped around his Master's feet.

Bryce had no plan to stop wearing his socks. He wanted to wear them out until they couldn't be worn anymore, but that would surely take several more years.

Bryce had no idea that the preppy, clean-cut guy he used to dorm with became nothing but a perverted, dirty pair of athletic socks who now existed only to pleasure him.

[possessionsyeahman]

Treat Day

"Look, I appreciate your concern, but as you can see I am fully capable of keeping myself healthy and in shape." Henry wiped pastry crumbs off his hand before tracing the ridges of his chest. "The occasional treat day is not the end of the world."

"Hold up, 'myself' healthy? Absolutely not. That is my body!" I glared at him, staring at the breakfast spread of buttery baked goods and sugar-laden jams. "I am not going to sit here and watch you make a mockery of my life!"

He smiled at me. "You're right, Henry. You won't. Because I'm going to call security on you for trespassing."

"You wouldn't dare." I stared into my former eyes, expecting to see to see weakness or hesitation. To my horror, the man I used to call my friend was not backing down.

"It's been seven months," he said, picking up his cell phone. "It's time that we come to terms with this new reality. Clearly I'm going to have to update the lock code on my front door, that's one me. Nevertheless, you are not wanted here. Now will you leave quietly, or will you be spending the night in jail?"

He had the upper hand, and he knew it. I fled downstairs and out the front door, leaving behind the influencer lifestyle I had worked so hard to build. I knew karma would catch up to him eventually, but I also knew that it would not help me get my body back. I found myself lost in my thoughts, walking down the streets of my former neighborhood until the buzz of my cell phone caught my attention.

"Hey bud. Just a little memento of what you lost."

That bastard, gloating about what he stole from me. It's not like I've been spending the last few months wallowing in despair, but it was as if this new body of mine was incapable of losing weight. Part of me thinks it was a part of whatever curse swapped our bodies, but... this new body of mine has urges that are just impossible to control. I let out a deep sigh as I saved the photo to my personal spank bank collection. Seven months, and I had yet to go more than three days without masturbating.

"Alright," I said to myself, "you can break your no-nut streak to jack off to your old body tonight. It's just a treat day."

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[possessionsyeahman]

Treat Day

"Look, I appreciate your concern, but as you can see I am fully capable of keeping myself healthy and in shape." Henry wiped pastry crumbs off his hand before tracing the ridges of his chest. "The occasional treat day is not the end of the world."

"Hold up, 'myself' healthy? Absolutely not. That is my body!" I glared at him, staring at the breakfast spread of buttery baked goods and sugar-laden jams. "I am not going to sit here and watch you make a mockery of my life!"

He smiled at me. "You're right, Henry. You won't. Because I'm going to call security on you for trespassing."

"You wouldn't dare." I stared into my former eyes, expecting to see to see weakness or hesitation. To my horror, the man I used to call my friend was not backing down.

"It's been seven months," he said, picking up his cell phone. "It's time that we come to terms with this new reality. Clearly I'm going to have to update the lock code on my front door, that's one me. Nevertheless, you are not wanted here. Now will you leave quietly, or will you be spending the night in jail?"

He had the upper hand, and he knew it. I fled downstairs and out the front door, leaving behind the influencer lifestyle I had worked so hard to build. I knew karma would catch up to him eventually, but I also knew that it would not help me get my body back. I found myself lost in my thoughts, walking down the streets of my former neighborhood until the buzz of my cell phone caught my attention.

"Hey bud. Just a little memento of what you lost."

That bastard, gloating about what he stole from me. It's not like I've been spending the last few months wallowing in despair, but it was as if this new body of mine was incapable of losing weight. Part of me thinks it was a part of whatever curse swapped our bodies, but... this new body of mine has urges that are just impossible to control. I let out a deep sigh as I saved the photo to my personal spank bank collection. Seven months, and I had yet to go more than three days without masturbating.

"Alright," I said to myself, "you can break your no-nut streak to jack off to your old body tonight. It's just a treat day."

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[possessionsyeahman]

Watch out for your competition

Part 1

My job is amazing. I get to travel. Meet new people. My company puts me up in high-end hotels. How you represent your company is all image. Being 6'2" and buff, good-looking and well-dressed. People cannot forget me.

Here's what happened on my last trip.

The plane landed. The hotel had multiple Vans at the airport picking guys up and bringing them back to the hotel. I wouldn't call it exactly a convention but it was like one. You represent your company and try to sell your services and products the other companies that have people there to meet you. But also your competition is there.

Looks like a lot of people came in a day early just like me so we can get a head start on tomorrow.

We get into the hotel in the front desk is just swamp. They asked for our names they tagged our luggage.

Due to the time we arrived they just directed us over to a cocktail party until they can get everything straightened out. In a few hours or so say just check in at the front desk I'll give you your room key card and your luggage will bein your room waiting.

This is when you start meeting people and scoping out your competition. This guy walks up to me and asked me what I want to drink.

I gave him my drink order and I see him go talk to this other guy is kind of slim well-built in about 5'8" in height. The guy walked with the waiter as they went to the service bar. Soon after I had my drink deliver to me.

It's the next morning and I wake up. I don't remember checking in. Getting my room key. Taking off my Suit, or going to bed.

What the f*** happened last night. I feel real weird my head's kind of spinning. I look in the mirror. I'm kind of shocked. Green t-shirt? Black briefs, neither of these items are mine.

Wait a minute as my head clears. This is not my body. I'm 6'2 with a 46 in chest. This body is none of that. I'm also younger.

Damn I'm like 5'8. It's a nice solid body but it's not mine. What the hell happened last night.

I walk back in the other room. I walked past the closet. The door is open. These are not my clothes I've never seen these suits before my life or theses shoes along with the shirts and ties it's all nice but none of it's mine.

Wait this suit sure looks familiar. I put it on just to try to figure out why they look familiar.

It's the guy from last night and his suit fits me perfect. He must have slipped something into my drink/s. My head starting to spin. I need to lay down. Did he swap our bodies. Checking me out a lot last night almost studying me. You must have been sizing me up.

How did he swap our bodies.

Meanwhile in the room upstairs right above his

This is so perfect. I'm now 6'2 with a massive chest. That guy had an amazing body and it's all mine His suits are beautiful. And his hair. Yea! Giving him some of my youth. I look older. People like to deal with experienced and taking some of his age helped. And besides swap in our bodies I stole and copied a lot of his knowledge.

I wonder if he's awake even and he knows his body's been stolen. He probably has, he knows it's me. HAHA 😄.

I'm a lot bigger than him. I'm know I can handle him. And he hasn't much of a choice in the matter either.

He could stay who he is. Or I could swap our faces. And make myself fully him which would make him all the old me.

Knock at the door. Open the door. I know what you did to me last night.

I open the door and pulled him inside.

What are you going to do about it? I'm a lot bigger then you. Remember you have my old body.

How did you do this to me.?

Come on you saw me talking with the waiter. Every time you ordered a drink I walked with him.

When he wasn't looking at pour a little something extra into your cocktails. First was for me to take control over you the second round the cocktails was for me to steal your body.

You kind of blacked out so I hid you in the coat room I went to the front desk and get our room keys to your room and mine.

I took you up to my room strip you out of your suit so you're completely naked. Your body was amazing. I'm sure you didn't notice your pecs were getting larger and more sensitive as your cock in your balls. Your essence was breaking down and turning into fluid and I was drinking it from your body and I would become you.

Once a drank you dry. I got really hard. My yes i pumped it up your ass.

Within an hour I had transformed pretty much my body into your and for you the same.

I ran my fingers through your hair and it swapped. I took a deep breath and then blew it into your lungs a couple of times and you gave my youth. Pretty much reverse in our ages.

I laid down next to you and placing my head next to yours. It pretty much copied all your knowledge over into my head.

.About 4:00 this morning I woke up got you into a pair of my underwear and t-shirt in put you to bed.

Then I put on your suit and went up to your room. And here we are.

And I'll let you know I'm not swapping back. If you complain I'll put you in a sleeper hold. I'll slap our faces and turn me into you completely and you into the old me. You'll be a lot worse off than you are now.

Fine. You win! Keep my body.

Question: you have all that stuff with you . If I find somebody I would prefer to be would you help me become him.

I don't have any with me right now I used it all up on you. But I know where you can get some more and I can help you if you find somebody you wouldn't reather off be.

Pull yourself together we have a dinner to get to and remember this is between you and me.

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Quick Bet

Jake stood there is disbelief as he heard the terms of what he had just agreed to.

Just seconds ago he was a scrawny guy who barely filled out his shirt and now it hugged his chest like it was a size too small. He had made a friend at the gym recently and invited him over for a bros games night. He's new friend said they should make it interesting and place bets on who'd win. Jake agreed even after his buddy said 900 pounds. He didn't know how the money conversion would effect how much money that really was but Jake believed in his gaming skills and so he agreed. It was only after his friend kicked his ass 20 - 0 that he learnt what he really bet on. His new friend revealed that the loser didn't owe money but rather 900 pounds of pure muscle. Jake laughed at first before his suddenly filled out his clothes to the point they were tight and he looked like a natural bodybuilder. Pretty soon Jake heard the sound of tearing as his pants began to give way to his slowly expanding muscle. His new friend just laughed as he watched Jake slowly transforming into a muscled up freakshow...

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Superhero Shoot: Spider-Man

As Brock Watkins made his way across campus towards his apartment, the beefy football player was really feeling himself. Not only did he do amazing at a weightlifting session for his college football team, but the bulky linebacker had also been able to score a date with the hottest girl on the cheerleading squad. Due to this, nothing could break him out of his cocky mindset, not even the sudden impact of a rapidly pacing nerd into his side. 

“Whoa bro, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Brock asked angrily, looking down at the lanky and short dweeb, who was now cowering on the ground from the impact of running into such a beefy man. Upon seeing who exactly he had made an impact with, Brock’s reddened face broke into a wide grin. It was Eugene, one of Brock’s most frequent victims of taunting. The nerd was an easy target for Brock, as Eugene’s Chemistry lab was right next to the football field and also finished at the same time as Brock’s football practice. This timing was a nightmare come true for the terrified nerd, who had naively assumed that such childish taunting and bullying would end as soon as he graduated from high school and moved to a more sophisticated university. 

But for Brock, this timing was a dream come true given how much he could get away with in his encounters with Eugene. No matter how awful the torment was (such as when Eugene was pantsed in public by Brock or catfished by the bully in a months-long prank) or verbal abuse he endured, the nerd was too afraid to speak up and risk the wrath of worse punishments from the sadistic bully. 

“S-s-sorry Brock, I was just trying to-” Eugene’s wispy voice tried to say, only to be interrupted immediately by Brock’s continued taunts.

“What, were you going to head to the library to spend time with your other dweeb friends?” the linebacker cockily said, his voice drenched in sarcasm as he stepped closer to the nerd. “Oh wait, you don’t even have any friends,” he continued, his voice raising as a deep chuckle escaped from his lips. To his amusement, his words had the intended bite he desired, as he watched the nerd’s eyes immediately start welling up with tears. Not only that, but as Brock continued to approach the nerd with each step, he watched as Eugene desperately crawled backwards in hopes of starving off his impending physical torment for a little bit longer.

“Please, stop Brock! It was- it was just an accident!” Eugene cried out in between labored breaths, trying his best to reason with his bully to show some form of compassion for once. Unfortunately for the nerd, it was clear that Brock wasn’t the forgiving type as he used his thick hands to immediately snatch up the nerd by the collar of his patterned polo shirt. 

“Accidents have consequences dweeb, everybody knows that! I thought you were some sort of genius…” Brock chuckled, bringing the nerd closer to his well-sculpted face until Eugene’s feet were now hanging several inches above the ground. “I was thinking of just throwing you into another locker, but that’s too tame now. You want to keep talking back to me, so I might as well beat your ass until you learn that I’m the alpha and you’re just some beta bitch!”

However, just as the jock began to pull back a clenched fist and Eugene closed his eyes in fear, a sudden emergence of another voice caused both men to direct their attention elsewhere. 

“Hey man, what are you doing!?”

As both men turned to look, they both caught sight of a long-haired man rushing directly towards them. Stopping himself, Brock slowly lowered the nerd back onto his feet as he continued to stare angrily at the man. “What the fuck do you want?” he angrily asked, clearly annoyed with his beatdown being delayed by some hippie-looking asshole. Looking the man up and down caused Brock to immediately grimace and in fact ponder shifting his attack towards this dude instead of Eugene.

For Eugene though, the sudden appearance of the man had allowed the nerd to formulate his own getaway plan. While Brock’s fist remained clenched around the collar of his shirt, the lack of physical connection allowed Eugene to squirm down and slip out of the patterned shirt. By the time Brock realized the sudden lightness, his eyes could only narrow in anger as the now-shirtless and pale nerd was fleeing as fast as possible across campus.

“Great, you let him get away, you asshole!” Brock cried out, turning his attention back towards the long-haired man. The man’s testosterone was at an all-time high and with his aggression and lack of self-control, each passing second was making the long-haired man seem like the perfect target for his physical torment. But before he could even consider the opportunity further, the man offered Brock an interesting opportunity.

“I’m so sorry man, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything that was going on. I just… I saw you from across campus and knew you’d be perfect for what I’m looking to do. I’m in search of some models to be involved in a project I’m working on and I thought you’d work perfectly!” The man explained, his voice remaining cheerful despite clearly noticing Brock’s still-clenched fists.

“What… are you some sort of fag?” Brock huffed back, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms as he looked the man up and down. In response, the other man’s eyes narrowed as he found himself the latest victim of Brock’s vitriol. Oh yeah, he’ll work perfectly, the man thought to himself as he attempted to shift back into a cheerful and unfazed demeanor.

“No, I just think that you’re incredibly buff and would work quite well for my project. The pay isn’t sizable by any means, but it should only take an hour or two of your time! Plus, I’ll even throw in some free headshots and photographs for you to use however you’d like!” The man countered, causing Brock’s eyebrows to raise upon hearing the monetary aspect of the position.

While Brock was certainly distrusting of the man, who soon introduced himself as Logan, and his true intentions behind recruiting him, the cocky jock’s ego was too big to view the man as a threat. With his intense muscles, there would be no way that Brock wouldn’t be able to snap the man like a twig if he even attempted to try some gay shit with him. So, after pondering the opportunity a bit further and thinking about how easy it would be to get girls to come to bed with him if he wasn’t only a football star but also a model, Brock ultimately gave a nod of acceptance as Logan handed him a business card with an address listed. After telling Brock to meet him at the listed address on the card around 7:30, Logan and Brock quickly went their separate ways across campus.

Upon returning to his frat house, Brock couldn’t help but brag to his other frat bros about the opportunity presented to him. While a few guys tried their best to taunt the jock by mentioning how “gay” it was to be a model, it was clear to Brock that the majority of the frat house was extremely jealous of him. To Brock’s amusement, he realized that the reason behind this was probably due to the fact that Brock wasn’t viewed as some sort of heartthrob. While there were certainly some more “conventionally” attractive jocks in the frat house that had angular bone structure and modest muscles, Brock couldn’t understand the appeal in that. Women loved to feel secure and protected, and that’s just what his beefy physique offered to them!

After finally reaching his bedroom and dropping his backpack onto the floor with a giant thud, Brock’s lethargy from such an intense practice finally caught up to him. As soon as he flopped onto his bed, Brock quickly found himself growing quite drowsy. Just as he was able to set an alarm for 7:30, the jock slipped into unconsciousness and dreamt about the impending modeling gig and how it would make all of the women swoon over him…

It felt like only mere minutes had passed when the buzz of his alarm clock began to sound, causing Brock to be ripped of his dream in which he was in the middle of fucking two busty cheerleaders. Angrily grumbling something under his breath, Brock quickly slapped the alarm clock to silence the noise before sitting up. Although he knew that Logan told him to be there at 7:30, his raging hard-on refused to quiet down and thus delayed him even further. So, after calming himself down enough where he could slip his still firm and thick manhood into a pair of jeans, the man quickly pulled on a jacket and made his way towards Logan’s. 

By the time he reached the address and entered the building, which was a studio space on the outskirts of the bustling college town, the clock had already passed 8 PM. While most people would be worried and apologetic about being late, Brock made no effort to apologize to Logan upon entering the room. “Sorry bro, stuff came up. I’m here now though!” Brock said, flashing a cocky smile as Logan rolled his eyes and reached underneath a desk to hand him a gym bag of clothes. 

“Here you go, this is what you’re going to need to change into for the shoot,” Logan said, bitterly tossing the bag into Brock’s meaty arms. “The other model is already waiting for you, so please hurry up…” he continued, turning his back towards the man as he made his way back towards his desk.

Despite the clear attitude he was already feeling from the other man, Brock’s ego refused to be deflated as he unzipped the gym bag and peered inside. “What the fuck dude, why did you give me some sort of superhero costume?” he said in an equally aggravated tone towards Logan. Taking a closer look into the bag, Brock found himself quickly realizing what superhero he was supposed to dress as: Spider-Man. Despite his lack of superhero knowledge due to it being “too nerdy”, the webbed pattern of the costume was instantly recognizable along with the vibrant red and blue fabric. 

“Yes, it’s a superhero-based shoot. If you want the $400 for working with me, put the costume on and stop complaining…” Logan curtly responded, his voice unwavering as he told Brock how the shoot was going to go. Being in control left him committed to perfectly executing his vision, no matter how big Brock’s ego was or how much he complained. 

While Brock wanted nothing more than to throw a tantrum and beat Logan’s ass due to his bitchy and rude behavior towards him, the actual details of how much he would be making caused Brock to force himself to calm down. With various payments he had to worry about such as fraternity dues, the broke college student couldn’t refuse such a simple offer. So, swallowing his pride (and rage), Brock made his way into the open room marked Dressing Room #2 and closed the door.

Wanting to get this over with, the burly jock immediately pulled the costume out of his bag and threw it over the length of a couch in the room. As he began to peel himself out of his clothes, he took a moment to admire his physique. While he was unsure how he would fit into a costume that was surely meant for someone with a physique similar to that of his tennis playing friends, there was something about squeezing into the suit that left Brock feeling quite cocky. Surely given the stretch of the fabric his body would leave practically nothing to the imagination. With a thick torso dotted with light abdominals, hefty pecs and boulder-like biceps, Brock wouldn’t even be shocked if he tore right out of the costume as soon as he pulled it all of the way on!

Curious to see if this concept would come to fruition, a mischievous grin formed on the man’s face as he pulled off his remaining clothes until he was completely nude. Grabbing onto the back of the suit, Brock pulled down the zipper and began to insert each bulky leg into its corresponding hole. As suspected, the fabric immediately began to strain due to the tree trunk thighs that Brock had. Smirking at such a hilarious sight, Brock continued to pull up the outfit as it went up his wide torso while he slid his arms into the sleeves.

Upon wiggling his fingers once he got his hands all the way into the suit, the hunk only had one remaining step before he was fully in the costume: zipping it all of the way up. As expected, his all-around bulky form caused some issues as he struggled to get his meaty hands around his wide torso towards the small of his back. Given the zipper’s location right above his monumental ass, it was safe to say that it took a few attempts before Brock’s meaty paw of a hand was able to successfully grab onto the zipper and begin pulling it up.

Groaning in discomfort as the costume essentially functioned as a corset against his barrel-shaped torso, the man let out a deep exhale as the zipper finally made its way up to the bottom of the neck. Now finally zipped into the outfit, the man found himself eager to see if he could cause the outfit to tear. Slowly lifting up one of his arms and beginning to flex, the man chuckled in amusement as he heard the beginning sounds of a seam rip begin to echo throughout the room.

Although he expected this to be the final straw for the outfit, Brock soon found himself increasingly confused by two things. Firstly, there was an intense heat radiating throughout every section of his body (even his face); secondly, there was a strange feeling emerging against his torso. Rather than forcing the outfit to break by his own accord, it felt as if the outfit was somehow fighting back. Strangely enough, Brock couldn’t help but feel this strange sort of compression and suction-like sensation emerging at various locations on his body.

Given his arm still locked into a flexing pose, Brock’s eyes darted towards the impressive muscle given the fact that the biggest sensation of suction and compression was emerging from that very spot. As he continued to watch his arm remain in a flexed position, Brock got a first-hand glimpse of the suit’s apparent power at work. Somehow, with each passing constriction, his bicep was growing smaller! “What the fuck?!” Brock immediately cried out, his face contorting to a look of absolute disbelief as he found himself unable to look away from the strange sight. 

Just from uttering that single sentence, the muscles on both biceps had already shrunken several more millimeters, allowing the suit to now begin to appear more form-fitting on Brock’s upper limbs. With each passing minute, the muscle continued to shrink until he was ultimately left with a modest set of arm muscles that wouldn’t look out of place on some of those faggy Instagram models he had seen from time-to-time. 

While most people wouldn’t mind such a lithe yet powerful physique, this was Brock’s absolute worst nightmare! But even though those boulder biceps now were closer to pebbles in comparison, the changes didn’t stop there. All at once, these various compressions began to wreak havoc on Brock’s impressive physique. That earlier comparison to a corset was rather apt, as Brock’s torso was the next major part to undergo its reformation via the suit’s influence. Gritting his teeth as he cried out in discomfort, inches upon inches were lost as his torso shrunk and his muscles deflated. While the loss of his wide torso was quite the devastating blow for the man, Brock couldn’t help but notice how prominent his abdominals were now. Not only were they much more defined, but they were prominent enough to the point where they were actually making their presence known still through the still skin-tight fabric. 

However, that mattered little to Brock as his pectorals immediately began to wilt away without any sort of warning sign. While there still remained some modest pectoral muscle underneath the suit, those gargantuan and hefty pecs were certainly a thing of the past for the new Brock. More and more, he felt more disgusted by what was happening… What had he ever done to deserve such a fate?!

Next, his lower half began to undergo its changes, starting off first with the man’s ass. Given the size of his globular cheeks, it was certain to Brock that his rear end would undergo some changes. But to his horror, rather than losing a rather healthy mix of muscle and beefy fat like the rest of his body, his ass was forced to lose primarily its muscular attributes. Within seconds, the man’s rear end remained just as prominent, but now instead of a thick rear end that remained firm, he now possessed an adorable bubble butt that jiggled with even the slightest of movements. 

“What the FUCK!?” Brock said as he looked into a mirror attached to the back of the dressing room door. Turning around awkwardly as he continued to look into the mirror, Brock moved his hands (which had also shifted to become daintier while also losing its various calluses from weightlifting) towards his new ass. With his hands approaching the foreign growth as if it was something extraterrestrial, Brock gingerly poked at the mass and grimaced as he felt the digit press against the bouncy flab of his new bubble butt. How was this happening to him? Was it some sort of prank by that asshole Logan?

Eager for answers, the transforming man began to quickly pace towards the door. But just as his hand began to reach the doorknob, his legs suddenly locked up as his thighs and calves began to undergo some more changes. Those beefy thighs quickly became a thing of the past, melting away like butter as the vibrations of the suit rubbed the years of hard work on the gridiron away. His calves also changed as well, losing almost all muscle until he was left with a thin and lanky pair of legs that indicated that this new version of him clearly skipped leg day. Finally, the man’s eye-line also began to lower as his legs lost several inches until he went from a domineering 6’2” to 5’7”.

While mostly everything on his body underwent a transformation, there were two things that remained consistent: his face and his cock. The long and girthy manhood in his pants remained prominent (even more so as it now belonged to a man of quite a smaller size), the outline being impossible to ignore as he continued to stare into the mirror. But while he had found relief in knowing that his dick and face were safe of the changes, this soon no longer was the case. Despite having no contact with his face, the suit seemingly began to extend its impact as his rugged yet handsome features began to shift in front of his eyes.

His fuller cheeks were the first to shift, melting away as more sculpted and angular facial qualities emerged. Within a few blinks of an eye, Ryan’s face had suddenly gained prominent cheekbones and an impressive jawline. Shaking his head in disbelief about becoming someone conventionally “pretty”, the man closed his eyes to make himself unable to view the last remaining changes. While his neck shrunk a bit to just further emphasize the sculpted photoshoot-ready face, both the stubble on his cheeks and the hair atop his scalp began to darken in color until it gained a dark brown appearance rather than a ginger-like shade.

Just as quickly as it had begun, those changes quickly finished as the heat and tension finally dissipated from the costume. Opening his eyes in horror, Brock stared directly into the mirror and looked in awe at who he had become. No matter how hard he searched, he could find no real remnant of his old body and life as he instead had become a photogenic and lean dude who looked just like so many other try-hard social media personalities. 

“I don’t know how the fuck he did this, but that fucking asshole is going to fix this!” Brock angrily growled, but instead of his deep and husky tone the words were now spoken with a lispy lilt. Of course, this discovery only infuriated the man further, so upon realizing that he had regained movement in his legs, the new twunk quickly made his way out of the room in search of Logan.

As he continued to pace his way towards the studio (which now felt increasingly eerie due to what he had just endured), there was a slight shift deep within the recesses of Brock’s mind. While he certainly walked with a purpose, the reasoning behind it began to shift as the man’s personality was tweaked to be more timid. So, instead of being filled with pure rage while searching for Logan, the new Brock just felt confused and anxious. This shift lended well towards Logan’s ideal operator of the Spider-Man suit: a submissive twunk who would easily listen to orders rather than being resistant.

After searching around for a few minutes, Brock finally found the long-haired man (whose mane of dark brown locks was now pulled back into a ponytail) and immediately burst into hysterics. Rather than red faces and words being spoken through gritted teeth, Brock’s eyes were welling up with tears as a bashful pink shade began to manifest along his cheeks.

“Logan, what happened to me?” Brock inquired, his new voice seeming quite adorable to the photographer given its higher register. 

“You agreed to be in my project, so I reformed you into my ideal image,” Logan fired back, his lips curling to form a mischievous grin that left Brock quivering in fear. “And by the looks of it, I think you’re going to do nicely Brock…” he continued, his eyes sizing up the former linebacker in a way that left Brock’s manhood quickly firming up.

While this certainly was a reason to be on high alert given his devout heterosexuality, Brock pushed this current concern to the side as he fell to his knees. “Please Logan, I’ll do anything you want, just give me back my old body!” he cried out, mentally scolding himself for letting such an average man have such control over him.

“If you perform your tasks correctly, I might consider giving you some of your muscle back. But before I decide, I’ll have to see how well my audience responds to you before I go about changing you further,” Logan responded in a matter-of-factly tone, looking down towards the blubbering transformee while flashing a toothy smile.

“What do you mean, what audience?” Brock asked, his tone now quite frantic as he looked up towards the apparent source of his transformation. But before he could say anything, Brock quickly tensed up as he felt footsteps approaching him. As the footsteps drew closer and closer, Brock immediately picked up on the looming shadow that cast over him due to the individual’s apparent large size. With morbid curiosity, the twunk slowly turned himself around while tilting his head up to look at the source of such a large shadow. Immediately, the sight of a bulky and intimidating man decked out in a skintight Superman outfit caused his body to shiver in pure pleasure. 

“Aw fuck…” Brock cried out, looking down as he felt his manhood begin to throb with incredible intensity. Clearly, that devout heterosexuality was no longer accurate for Brock, as not only was his body longing for the man, but there were now erotic and explicit thoughts running through his head. At that moment, there was nothing he wanted more than to worship every inch of the man’s body. Despite knowing he was straight deep down, lust overtook his mind as he imagined giving the bearded hunk a sloppy blowjob before Supes used his thick rod to split Brock’s perky ass.

“Hehe, yeah bro, that’s the whole point, so let’s get to it!” the hunk responded, bellowing out a deep chuckle as he lifted Brock up with ease and began to carry him towards another area deeper within the studio. With quick haste, Logan frantically clutched onto a handheld camera and followed the duo as they entered the bedroom set for the photographer’s latest project: a superhero sex flick.

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Superhero Shoot: Superman

To get the perspective of the man who transformed via the Spider-Man costume, check out his POV here.

When he first arrived at college, Eugene Peterson had been in high spirits. Being in a place where people actually paid to learn had the undersized young man thinking that he would be surrounded by peers with the same dedication to education as him. However, these dreams were quickly dashed during the first day of classes upon a chance encounter with Brock Watkins. Unlike Eugene, Brock had gained a full-ride scholarship to play football at the college, and the jock’s ego was so overblown that he seemed to view himself as a god amongst peasants.

Unfortunately for Eugene, their eyes met while passing through a path on campus one day and that was the start for several months of torment. Although the man was a sensitive soul, he was forced to quickly thicken his skin to handle the near-constant abuse he received from his tormentor. No matter how severe the punishment dished out by Brock, Eugene found himself too afraid to ever report the man. If this was what he was willing to do just for fun, the concept of what Brock could do to him with motive was incredibly worrisome. In fact, there had been many instances where Eugene’s nightmares were solely focused around this concept, where the hunky football player mercilessly beat up Eugene and hurled countless insults his way.

Although there was usually no way to escape his torment from Brock, Eugene’s luck finally began to turn around one day. After accidentally bumping into Brock upon making his way out of the Chemistry lab, Eugene instantly found himself in the man’s clutches and dangling several inches off the ground. However, just as he was mentally preparing for a punch to the face, Eugene found salvation in the form of a mysterious long-haired man on the campus that called out the brute. Whether the man was a friend of Brock’s or not made no difference for Eugene though, as he used the opportunity to weasel his way out of his shirt and flee across campus towards safety.

Even though there was continued ridicule from other classmates due to his pale and weak torso, Eugene found it to be the lesser of two evils in comparison to some physical ridicule. Despite not knowing what had caused him to be Brock’s primary target, the nerd had adopted a defeatist attitude and didn’t see any way to put an end to the jock’s unprovoked abuse of him. In many ways, it felt like he was still in high school with the torment he received, but things with Brock were somehow even worse.

After returning to his apartment and grabbing a replacement shirt, Eugene hurried across campus to get back to the library. He and his friends were doing a study session before a physics exam the next day, and although he was quite the intelligent man, physics was his absolute kryptonite.

So, after a two-hour session of Eugene trying his best to fully grasp everything on his study guide, the nerd and his friends finally packed up their bags and began to depart from the library. While all of his friends had various plans for the remainder of their night, Eugene had nothing going on and thus found himself trailing behind them as they all dispersed to go towards their various events. As he traversed down the staircase of the library and began to walk across campus towards his place, a loud voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Hey dude, stop right there!” The voice’s deep masculine tone immediately made Eugene think of Brock and tense up, but when he hesitantly turned to look towards the source of the voice, he was pleasantly surprised. Instead of his tormentor, it was actually the long-haired guy who had saved him from Brock just a few hours earlier.

“Oh, uh, hello there,” Eugene said, his nerves already getting the best of him as he was forced to be sociable once again. Looking the man up and down, Eugene took note of the man’s smaller physique, ultimately realizing that the man posed no real physical threat to him given his smaller yet slightly muscular frame.

“Hey there,” the man said, flashing a smile as he looked Eugene up and down. “Are you doing ok? That guy from earlier seemed like he was going to do something to you…” 

“U-Uh,” Eugene said, himself growing shocked that the man seemingly both remembered who he was and also seemed to care about his well-being. “I’m doing okay I think,” the nerd stated, although the slight wavering of his voice proved that Eugene’s statement wasn’t entirely true. “But uh, thanks for helping. Brock always does stuff like that so escaping unscathed for once was nice…” he continued, trying his best to divert his gaze away from the helpful stranger.

While this was mainly due to his social anxiety, it also didn’t help that Eugene found himself immediately swooning over the man. The man, who soon introduced himself as Logan, had a luscious mane of brown hair that ran past his shoulders, which Eugene found himself imagining running his fingers through it. Although the vision of his pale and gangly fingers running through the darker head of hair wasn’t the most appealing sight in Eugene’s mind, this soon mattered little as he couldn’t help but visualize passionately making out with the man while doing so.

In fact, these fantasies began to grow more and more prominent (and explicit) in Eugene’s mind as he continued to watch the man speak, caring little for the words he spoke as he focused more so on the movement of his lips and just how badly he wished to put his own against them. 

“So, would you be willing to do it with me?” Logan inquired, his pearly white smile on full display as he looked eagerly into Eugene’s eyes. 

As he quickly broke himself out of these sexual fantasies in his mind, Eugene immediately began to scold himself for not listening to what Logan had said. He didn’t want to ask for him to repeat, especially since that risked him thinking that Eugene didn’t care about what he said!

“Uh, so… could you uh, walk me through the plan again?” Eugene said, trying his best to save himself by getting a refresher without making it seem as though he totally wasn’t paying attention to what the man said.

“Well, I have this project that I need some assistance for,” Logan began, ”And I think you would be perfect for it!” Upon seeing Eugene’s raised eyebrows, Logan took the hint and began to continue speaking. “So, it would involve a visual component where you’d put on an outfit, we would just need to head back to the studio headquarters where I work at. What do you say?” 

Although the concept of working with Logan seemed to be a dream come true in terms of spending more time with the man, Eugene found his guard immediately going up upon the mention of being photographed or recorded. Just the concept of having to deal with that was enough to give him intense full body shivers!

“Uh, I don’t really know Logan. I’m not great in front of a camera, especially if you’re wanting someone to model an outfit for you…” Eugene began, but he was unable to finish his sentence as Logan immediately cut him off and spoke once more.

“Don’t worry, I think this will be something that you’d be up to. You’ve heard of cosplay right?” Logan said, offering a slight smile when Eugene began to cautiously nod. “Well, this is a cosplay shoot! I’d pay you $400 for just a few hours of work. All you’ve got to do is wear one of the cosplay costumes provided by my company. What do you say to that?”

Although Eugene was an anxious disaster, his heartbeat began to rapidly increase at the mention of cosplay. For years, he had always dreamed of going to a comic book convention decked out in a homemade yet expensive cosplay outfit, but his social anxiety and body image issues always squashed those plans. But with this opportunity, Eugene was more intrigued by it due to the concept of it being a free cosplay outfit along with a semi-private event where he would seemingly only be wearing it around Logan for his project. Just the thought of both the intimacy of being one-on-one with Logan along with the erotic nature of being decked out in a superhero suit left his thin and short cock to harden at a record-breaking pace for the nerd. As a result, the answer was a no brainer: “I would love to!” 

For several minutes then, the two men began to iron out the details for their work together. Given his lack of a car and funds to afford a Lyft to the studio, Eugene was forced to ask for a ride from Logan given the fact that the studio was seemingly on the outskirts of town. Luckily, Logan had no problem with the situation, smiling while stating that it would be a great opportunity to know more about his “muse”. Just the smooth and silky way in which he said muse was enough to get Eugene struggling to contain his emotions, as the declaration immediately came across as flirtatious. 

Trying his best to remain calm, Eugene attempted to steer the conversation elsewhere by talking about their favorite superheroes as they made their way towards Logan’s parked car. While Eugene was a big fan of Spider-Man (mainly due to the fact that Peter Parker was a nerd like him), Logan couldn’t help but give the highest of praises towards Superman. After being interrogated further by Eugene as to why he liked Superman, Logan matter-of-factly began to tell the nerd it was due to the fact that he was incredibly sexy due to being so buff. While the reasoning was justified and he agreed for the most part, Eugene couldn’t help but allow his smile falter as he realized this probably meant that his lanky self was certainly not Logan’s ideal type of man.

Throughout the drive towards the location as he sat silently in sadness, Eugene felt no real concern or anxiety. Logan’s inviting eyes and wide smile were great at calming down the antsy nerd, but as they finally arrived, this began to change. As he opened the door and followed behind Logan, Eugene was concerned by the fact that they were on the outskirts of town and also at a huge yet scary-looking building. Was it possible that there was someone on the other side of the door looking to grab me? Were Logan’s intentions not as pure as I had believed? No matter how many questions he found himself thinking about, Eugene refused to let his mind spiral any further as he grabbed onto the door and followed Logan inside.

To his relief, a quick flick of a light helped calm Eugene’s anxieties as a rather lavish looking studio revealed itself to him. Not only was the space fully furnished with nice leather chairs and various dressing rooms along the sides of the building, but the studio also had a nice-looking front desk that Eugene soon found himself leaning against. 

“Stay right there, let me go grab the costumes!” Logan said with a kind smile, setting his camera case onto the desk’s swirled marble countertop while quickly breaking into a quick jog past Eugene and into the darkness beyond. As Eugene cautiously waited, the nerd found himself attempting to calm himself down by tapping his foot against the side of the desk while looking around the studio to take in the view. 

As footsteps suddenly began to grow louder and louder, Eugene diverted his attention towards the dark abyss and watched as Logan quickly re-emerged, now with two tote bags in tow. Upon dropping both of them onto the table, the man took a moment to peek inside each bag before handing one to Eugene and putting the other one underneath the desk.

“Well, here’s your costume for the shoot. I think you’re gonna look great in it…” Logan said, his voice trailing off as a slight smirk emerged on his face. While there was a certain level of mystery surrounding the statement, Eugene’s frantic heart was pacing at lightspeed as he interpreted the interaction as just some extreme flirting. While it was true that Logan was flirting with Eugene, it was more in the sense of who he would become rather than who he was currently…

But Eugene had no idea of Logan’s true intentions, so his continued swooning just allowed himself to be blissfully escorted into the darkness towards a room marked Dressing Room #1. Upon entering the room and turning to close the door, the last thing Eugene saw was Logan’s inviting and wide grin before fully separating himself into the tiny room.

After taking a moment to calm down the wild butterflies running rampant in his stomach, Eugene slugged the hefty bag gifted to him onto a nearby couch. With intense intrigue, the man slowly began to unzip the bag to reveal the superhero he had been chosen to portray by Logan. As the red and yellow diamond-shaped emblem proudly revealed itself to Eugene, the nerd couldn’t help but grow confused. Superman was an absolutely huge and bulky hero, something that Eugene was most certainly not! Out of all of the superheroes possible, he was more of a nerdy Peter Parker type than a brutish man of mystery like Clark Kent! This fear and anxiety about portraying such an intimidating hero only grew as Eugene pulled out the rolled-up costume and let it unfurl down towards the ground. At a height of 5’5” and not even 100 lbs when wet, this costume absolutely dwarfed the nerd in every possible way. The sizing was all wrong (despite the tag saying that one size fits all), so much so the nerd knew that the costume would barely be able to stay on his weak body even if it was zipped up all of the way! 

As he laid the costume across the couch and looked down at it, Eugene suddenly found himself growing increasingly more confused and anxious. Should I just put it on or should I just find a way to sneak out and take a taxi back to my apartment? What if I put it on and Logan laughs at me due to me being so weak? As much as it was rather tame in terms of the torment he’s received at college, it would be absolutely heartbreaking to the man to watch his new crush laugh at him just like Brock and every other person on campus did.

However, no matter how badly his self-doubts and anxieties desired for him to flee and save himself from what seemed like certain embarrassment, Eugene knew in his heart that there was no real reason to pass up the opportunity. Logan seemed like a nice guy based on how he had saved him from Brock’s torment, so Eugene couldn’t believe that the man would willingly give him a costume for future ridicule. Plus, as a broke college student (on-campus tutoring didn’t pay as much as it should), he knew that the pay was too good to pass up. Hell, with that amount of money, he couldn’t help but eagerly visualize himself using the funds to help him make his own higher-quality cosplay outfit.

So, with his mind now made up, Eugene forced himself to calm his shaky hands down as he removed his clothes and let them fall to the floor in a small heap. After struggling a bit in search of getting a firm grasp, the nerd finally was able to pull down the zipper of the Superman costume and begin to step inside of it. As expected, the suit was quite roomy for the young man’s frail and weak body, with his legs immediately looking extremely malnourished by the way the fabric sagged and struggled to showcase any semblance of leg definition. 

Despite this depressing sight though, Eugene encouraged himself to keep going as he pulled the suit up past his pale and undefined torso and slid his arms into each sleeve of the light blue suit. Although he was all of the way into the suit and just needed to zip it up, Eugene was absolutely disappointed by the sight before him. His body was clearly not meant for such an oversized suit, as every inch of his body failed to properly display the level of strength and bulk required for such an iconic hero. The sleeves were oversized and running past his spindly hands and his lackluster chest had caused the proud symbol of the hero to be drooping downwards and all wrinkled up due to no bulk to proudly stretch out and display the red and yellow S symbol.

Although the sight was depressing to witness, it made Eugene become quite determined to get this shoot over with so he could just get paid and leave as soon as possible. So, as he used one hand to hold up the oversized cape that was grouping up onto the ground due to his shorter stature, the nerd used the other hand to quickly pull up the zipper until it was all of the way up to his lower neck. 

As he took a moment to move across the room to look directly at the full-length mirror on one side of the dressing room, Eugene suddenly found himself growing aware of multiple emotions and sensations emerging within him. Firstly, the full look at himself in the outfit immediately began to cause the man to grow annoyed and incredibly self-conscious as he looked so bad within it. Although he knew that he didn’t look good in the costume while putting it on, the complete visual left him feeling even more embarrassed and anxious. Just as his cheeks began to redden in response and a heat reminiscent of a panic attack began to emerge across his body, these sensations were then expanded upon via the sudden appearance of peculiar tingling throughout his body. 

Closing his eyes while attempting to calm himself down, Eugene made himself oblivious to the beginning changes emerging across his entire body. Starting in the weakest area, the changes first began with Eugene’s frail twig-like arms as they quickly were altered by the costume. After a few minutes of closing his eyes and doing one of his many relaxation techniques, Eugene’s arms had been completely reformed to extreme levels. His forearms were thicker than his thighs, with this section of the arm being stacked with more intensity via the inflated upper arms he now possessed. As thick muscle continued to manifest and fill in the loose sleeves of the costume, Eugene was gifted a set of impressive biceps and triceps. By this point, the sleeves of the costume now seemed to be glued to the nerd’s new arms as it easily displayed every vein and striated muscle.

After taking a moment to calm himself down, Eugene found himself with two strange sensations. Firstly, his arms seemed strangely heavy, but secondly, that intense heat and tingling he felt was still around him despite his now-grounded mental state. While he couldn’t understand why this heat and tingling was still so prominent, Eugene quickly found out the answer to the first sensation as soon as he looked into the mirror and saw the impressive arms and boulder shoulders he now possessed!

“H-holy shit!” Eugene said, his voice cracking as he struggling to comprehend what was happening to him. In just a few minutes, he had suddenly manifested arm muscles faster than scientifically possible. Given his status as a science nerd, his brain attempted to find some sort of rational explanation for what was occurring to him, but that search quickly came up empty. In fact, as he continued to look into the mirror, he realized that he was still continuing to change!

Although his arms were quite impressive in terms of size, they looked quite off-putting to Eugene as they slumped down to the ground as if he was a mid-stage Neanderthal. But just as he began to visualize himself in such a physical state, Eugene’s body was forced to undergo further changes as his torso began to reform. Like two balloons being filled, the nerd was absolutely stunned to watch as his chest began to puff out and bring with it a set of pecs. 

It was eerie to feel the muscle just manifest underneath the costume as it resembled warm water running beneath the skin and pooling in his chest, but Eugene soon found himself accepting the situation rather quickly. As his torso continued to widen as his pecs finished reaching their maximum capacity, a wide smile emerged on Eugene’s face as the Superman logo was now proudly displayed between two hefty pecs. It was as if Eugene was having his own real life superhero origin story!

As he looked down at the thick torso he now possessed, Eugene couldn’t help but chuckle loudly as he watched each abdominal muscle emerge over his formerly taut stomach and jut out against the fabric of the costume. Taking a moment to move his hands towards the shocking new muscles he possessed, he found enjoyment as his fingers traveled along the ridges of his new six-pack. While he was doing this, Eugene was oblivious to the fact that his hands had also shifted as well. Instead of spindly and dainty fingers, his hands and fingers had thickened dramatically while also gaining a more rugged and callused appearance. While Eugene would have no idea as to why his hands would look like this, it would soon become clear with time as being due to his new body’s intense gym routines to help maintain this new impressive form.

By the time he finally took a moment to look at himself in the mirror again, the suit was now skin-tight against his upper torso and the changes had begun to move towards his legs and feet. While he could feel his thighs beginning to expand in muscle while his calves thickened up to impressive levels, Eugene was still preoccupied with checking out the changes to his top half. It was initially difficult for the man to believe that he was now in control of such bulky muscle, but no matter how hard he pinched his beefy biceps, expecting to snap out of his daydream at any moment, it became increasingly difficult for him to deny a simple truth: he really was this buff now!

Through some trial and error, Eugene’s experiment in operating his new bulk was ultimately a success as he eventually found himself able to do a few movements that caused his muscles to flex under his command. It was peculiar to lift his arms and watch his biceps tense up and appear even thicker than previously! He had learned much about the various muscle groups in the multiple anatomy courses he took in school, but to actually have such an impeccable physique was mind-boggling to the nerd.

After finally figuring out how to flex his arms and pop his pecs, Eugene diverted his attention towards his legs as he tried to tense the muscle to see the result. His attempts proved to be fruitful after a few attempts, as intense musculature was displayed throughout both his tensed thighs and calves. Although he couldn’t really notice it, the shift in his legs had also brought forth several inches of height to the young man, as he went from 5’6” to 6’3”. With such a bulky physique and impressive height, Eugene felt himself growing more and more relieved as he stared at himself in the mirror. Although he was still the anxious man deep inside, the new physique he possessed clearly would make it so no one would ever mess with him again!

Although he tried to focus once again on popping his pecs for his own amusement, his attention quickly was diverted elsewhere as he felt the tingling heat centralizing on his crotch and waistline. Even though he couldn’t see his own physical body undergoing the transformation, its presence was still made clear to Eugene as he watched multiple changes bulk out against the already-tight Superman costume.

As a bottom, Eugene didn’t have much experience with using his manhood with another individual, but even he knew that something impressive was emerging underneath the suit as a thick and long outline began to press forth from beneath it. The thick and rock-hard cock he was suddenly manifesting was continuing to snake up towards his belly button, which meant that Eugene got an up-close-and-center view of the change as he stared at his reflection. Although he previously didn’t really know just how unimpressive his original 4” member was, it was made abundantly clear to the man as he found himself now packing a firm and girthy 8” dick. But despite this new increase in manhood, his perpetual mindset of being a bottom left him only visualizing putting the extra inches to work when he jerked himself off.

On the opposite side of his body, Eugene’s ass was undergoing an impressive change. The formerly bony and flat-as-a-board derriere was quickly inflating as a healthy mix of both flab and muscle expanded his cheeks. Turning towards the side and moving the cape to the side, the bottom within Eugene found himself amused and happy to see just how big and perky his ass now was. Although the man was still curious for answers and to know what happened to him, he couldn’t deny that he was extremely happy with the results of the change!

Turning his body back towards the mirror so he faced it head-on, Eugene took a moment to continue to stare at himself as he believed that the changes had finished up. But as a shock to the nerd, it quickly became clear that the changes weren’t finished yet as a few sudden hot spots began to emerge on his forearms, chest, and face. Unsure of what was going on, Eugene leaned closer into the mirror to get an up-close look at what was happening to him as soon as it began. With just a few blinks of an eye, Eugene found himself dropping his jaw in awe as he could see his facial features begin to shift and change piece-by-piece. 

While the thickening of his eyebrows and the emergence of bushy facial hair was a surprise by itself, Eugene was even more shocked to watch as his various acne scars began to immediately clear up to provide him with perfect skin. Even though his features were changing to give him a completely new face, Eugene wasn’t complaining about the various cosmetic updates he was receiving. With each passing second, he was looking more and more like a superhero ripped right out of the pages of his favorite comic books!

Continuing to admire his still-shifting face as he became a bonafide hunk, those various other hotspots of tingling were quickly tidied up via the sudden emergence of multiple tattoos. Underneath the costume, one of his pecs was adorned with a tattoo, but the most prominent cosmetic addition appeared via ink that traveled from Eugene’s hand up to the top of his lower arm. The half-sleeve provided an interesting pattern of ink on Eugene’s arm, but as he continued to look at it while finally checking out the brand new him, he found himself quickly accepting it. Tattoos could be viewed as cute or adorable for some people, but for Eugene as he put his hands on his hips and stared at his reflection, he felt that the new ink only emphasized the fact that his new exterior was even more of an intimidating badass!

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Not His Brother Anymore

"What do you think, lil' bro? Don't I just have the most beautiful juicy ass you've ever laid your eyes upon? I can't wait to let all the guys squeeze their faces into it and eat it out. I bet you'd hate to see that, wouldn't you?"

Jake was in total despair as he watched his older brother Caleb parade his muscular body around like a plaything. He wanted to believe this was all a horrible nightmare, but it had already been a few days now since his brother came back from the hospital as a completely changed man...

Jake had always been notorious for being a bully. He loved to harass those weaker than him, and mess with those he didn't like. One of them being Viktor, a classmate of his. Not only was Viktor small, scrawny, and had a weird accent, but there was also the rumors of him being a queer. So Jake had made it his mission to put Viktor in his place every chance possible, to show him exactly where his place in the society was. Every lunch break you'd find poor Viktor either stuck inside a dumpster, or by the nurse's office treating a bruise or a nosebleed.

Unfortunately for meek and pale Viktor, his teachers and parents didn't seem to care much about him. And whenever he brought friends to try and stand up to his bully, they'd all be scared off by Jake's huge and powerful brother who always seemed to be around the corner. It made sense now that Caleb was the one teaching and training his younger brother Jake into becoming a bully just like he had been back then.

Viktor clearly remembered the last time he had interacted with both brothers. As he had peeked out of the dumpster and watched the air-tight brotherhood of Jake and Caleb walking down the alleyway, laughing, joking, and talking about who their next victim would be. Viktor could only wish he'd have that kind of bond with anyone...

That's when that fateful accident happened.

Viktor was on his way to school one morning, walking as usual with his head down as he crossed a crosswalk, and being completely unaware of the speeding car coming his way that was obviously playing too loud of rock music. Neither Viktor or the driver had time to react as the car swerved, flipped over, and crashed into a nearby building.

Jake had been wondering the entire day where the other small boy had been, when he finally got a call from his parents that his older brother had been in an accident. Mostly angry over his brother's recklessness, Jake made his way over to the hospital while confident that his strong and durable brother would be fine.

What greeted him at the hospital was nothing he'd expected however, as he found his older brother with a thick bandage wrapped around his head while wondrously checking his own hands and legs. When Jake walked up to Caleb to hug him, his brother would suddenly pulled away, shielded his head, and apologized. Something Jake immediately caught on to was very familiar...

Eventually Jake's parents took him aside and told him the dreadful truth. That his older brother had been found brain dead at the scene of the accident, and that his parents had agreed on saving the other boy by transferring his still functional brain into their older son's body.

Jake's entire world was shattered at that moment, but even more so when they told him of the other boy's name: Viktor.

"Fuuuck, your brother's ass is amazing! I mean, my ass is amazing! And so is this entire body! I can't thank your brother enough for gifting me such an amazing body to live in."

All the strength in Jake's body drained as he watched on as Viktor twerked and dislayed his brother's muscular body in all sorts of lewd ways. He still couldn't believe that of all the people that could have ended up in Caleb's straight macho body, it had to be the small and weird classmate of his that him and his brother relished in bullying. It was like a sick ironic joke, that the bullied somehow ended up in the body of his bully's idol.

Fortunately for Jake though, Viktor... or Caleb as he would be called from now on, didn't seem to hold any deep grudges against him. Apart from some slight teasing and forcing Jake to stay in the bedroom as he "played" with his new body, the new Caleb was pretty nice and supporting of his now younger brother. He even hugged and let him cry on his shoulder once as he mourned the loss of his real brother... even if Jake did notice that his new brother was preoccupied with sniffing his own armpit the entire time...

"You know what, lil' bro? Maybe I'll get a job at that gay club downtown. I'm sure this thick ass of mine would be sooo popular... And once you're ready, maybe I'll bring you with me one day. I'm sure you'll learn to enjoy this brand new lifestyle of your big bro!"

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Metamorphosis part 1

Aaron's father have been grumpy about his age, how his body was getting weaker and not doing as good as before. 

God, that was so fucking annoying having to hear him nagging all day long of how incredible he was at his best. I had no patience to hear anymore of that shit, so I proposed a really absurd idea, he could become one of the subjects of my PhD research on pred's genetics. My family bloodline had not a single predator gene in it so I started making papers to understand how a pred could become one or pass it to their offspring. My research showed that preds genes were highly volatile, making their bodies capable of the most absurd adaptations and, because of it, in need of humongous amount of nutrients to fuel it. Because of this insane genetic adaptability I pondered to be possible to introduce it via transplant of a few cells into a standard man and, in theory, the cells to be able to entangle the genetic structure from host and donor much alike some preds absorb their prey instead of digestion. To do a test however I need a subject willing to risk everything, even this days genetic engineering was a shot in the dark. His father didn't need to be told twice to agree head on.

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The treatment was not so much complex as one would think. All he need to do was getting a sample of preds cells and inject them in the hosts body. Aaron explained that since the risk of unforeseen shenanigans was high they would need to pick an "expendable bit" of his body, one that wouldn't involve too much structural muscle skeletal changes. The locale has been obvious, they would need to use his penis. His dad was reluctant, but agreed saying he didn't use that "shriveled piece of meat in years". The preds cells were from a young donor, a teen yet to have his first feeding. This characteristic was crucial, everything a pred would feed he would also assimilate bits of his preys dna, making his own genetic makeup more unstable in long runs, making them feed more and more to stabilize it as they get older. A small prick on his dad meat and one in each of his small nuts was enough to finish the operation. Now was the waiting game. Two weeks past it, and constant checkups indicated a good integration on both the genetic makeups. Aaron noticed the skin of his dad cock wad getting darker, he recalled the donor was a black teen, perhaps it has influenced throughout the dna intermingle of host and donor cells. The tissues of the genital area did look more tender and firm, the testicles were more round and scans confirmed their changes, they soon demanded nourishment... The rate of development was way quicker than Aaron would've predicted, and it did scare him. He soon realized the quimeric cells made from his experiment would propagate to the rest of the host body. A month later and his dad had been different already, he had way less wrinkles and would talk about how his nuts were churning seminal fluid nonstop. This last bit was expected, the treatment made his cells unstable as a pred, albeit as much as an inexperienced one after his first meals. His father would need constant new genetic mass to surplus his own degrading dna. The problem however was obvious, his dad was not a pred, he did not have their innate biological capacity of swallowing or directly absorbing his preys. That came with yet another conundrum. How in the actual fuck would he solve this problem? Getting dna for him would become a problem, if he gave another genetic makeup it would desistabilize his matrix even more and larges quantities would be required. This situation Aaron resolved fairly easy, he would donor his own dna to his father, since he was made from his seed his genetic makeups were more similar than any. The first "meal" wad quite weird. Aaron could've had done it with any bit of himself, hair, skin, blood. He decided to make his donation with his seed as well, it made sense to him since the central point of the transformation his father had came directly from his genitals, the sperm cells would be much easier recognized.

With a syringe without needle filled with his cum, he inserted in the urethra of his dad eager cock. The thing was hard as steel and Aaron could just see the slit gaping as if it was trying swallow the upper point of the syringe. Slowly he injected the stuff down the schlong, it really looked like gulping its contents, he could see the small bulge following the underside of his dad dick all to the base.

-please son, it was so fucking good, don't more...

His dad looked like a dumb gooner during a edge session, his face in ectasy and his tongue out like a fucking perv.

His administration of dna did wonders to his dad. He looked way livier and showed improved health on his exams. It did however show something unexpected. His father celular degradation slowed down considerably, but by just one exposition to new dna shouldn't have this effect. Only about weeks later would he actually discover what was happening.

By accident would Aaron have checked one of the ip cams he had on his home, the thing malfunction made him have to reinstall the necessary apps for it to work. Curiosity called him to check how weird he'd sound while snoring, that's when he witnessed something that would change everything about his experiment.

His father entered the room while Aaron was passed out snoring. Gently his old man unfurled him from his blankets. His dad would often stay still, frozen when he moved a bit, he was trying really hard to not wake him. When he saw it was safe enough he slowly put his hand inside his sons boxers and took the soft penis out. He took his time looking at the meat. Weighing it in his large hand before he would take his own schlong from his underwear. Through the cam Aaron was astonished about what was happening but the next thing was way off the scale. His dad dick was fattening, engorging as it got hard. It didn't look full hard though, as if a half mast, still flexible. Dad studied his own dick for a bit before he got closer to Aaron. He proceeded to rub his fat gland against his son soft cockhead. It was then that he bit his own hand, like trying to block any sound coming from his mouth and leaning a bit to the side that Aaron could see what he was doing. The fat cock was even more fat, thick, because it was engulfing his own, it was like a snake swallowing another! It was way beyond mere docking with their foreskin, his dick was being devoured by his dad own schlong! God, it was so absurd, and he could even see the thing making sucking, slurping motions as if trying to get more of his meat. Aaron did not know what was happening, but he could see it was affecting his dad, his face strained, eyes closed and his mouth still locked bitting his hand. Few minutes later he saw his cock, now hard, getting even harder against the other engulfing it, his balls retracted and he ejaculated. A soft moan was heard, his dad couldn't control it anymore, the seed his son spurt was injected directly into him through his urethra, his cock was slurping all the contents his balls churned that night, his own testicles were so hungry and he needed something to fill their emptiness.

His dad would not leave until every spurt was drained by his cock, until his victim deflated and dislodged from his pisslit. He would massage his balls and put a face as if tasting something delicious.

Aaron was beyond shocked, but confused as well. He was a heavy sleeper but not enough to have his meat raped and not waking up. Reviewing the records he realized his dad had been doing it for a week.

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The Bro Cap

Biology was my favorite class this semester.  Not only did I find science to be interesting, but I also shared the class with one of the hottest guys in the school: Aaron Moore.  He was the star of the school’s baseball team as a pitcher and he was the talk of the school.  Girls were always swooning over him for how tall and handsome and athletic he was.  He was good at every sport; football, basketball, and so on, but in school, he played baseball.  He was a major source of envy for a lot of guys.  A lot of guys wished they could be him.  I, however, wanted to be with him.  Fortunately, I sit behind him in class, so I get the best view of him, despite being from behind.  At least it meant he wouldn’t see me watching him.

I often found myself getting distracted by him.  Even if I couldn’t see his face, I could see his broad shoulders, which were built like mountains, as well as his arms which were shaped like mounds of muscle.  His tall stature sometimes made it hard to look at the board, not that it was the main place my eyes were looking at in the first place.  His favorite baseball hat, adorned with our school team’s logo on it, was worn backwards like most of the jocks at the school.  He didn’t come off like the rest of them though.  His relaxed vibe made him easy to talk to and he could be quite funny compared to the rest of the meathead jocks.  He got along with everyone really well, making him very well-liked.  Although he was far from the smartest guy in the class, I could tell that he tried.  It was no wonder why he was so popular.

Today, I was daydreaming when I was disrupted by our teacher, Mr. Martin.  I felt him stare directly at me, almost as if he knew I wasn’t paying attention.  It was like he could read my every thought, and honestly, if that were true, that’d be extremely humiliating.  The last thing I needed was for my crush on Aaron to be exposed to the rest of the class.  Knowing how embarrassing he could be, I wouldn’t put it past him.  He asked me a question, and I thankfully already knew the answer, as I awakened from my daydream.

“Correct!  I wasn’t sure if you were paying attention or not,” he chuckled.  “You always look like you’re off in your own little world.  But you still manage to do well.  You gotta tell the rest of your class your secret.”  Looks like someone has caught on to my tendencies.  Mr. Martin was a middle-aged guy, probably in his 30s.  He looked good for his age, and was a pretty relaxed and carefree teacher.

The class went by as usual, and eventually we were dismissed.  All of the other students dispersed, but I needed to ask our professor a question about the homework.  He helped clarify things for me thankfully.  I was about to leave, but then he pointed out something on the ground.

“Hey Aiden, doesn’t Aaron sit in front of you?  That’s his hat, right?”  he asked.

“Yeah, I always see him wear it.”  It was unusual for him to have left it here by accident.

“Do you know if you can bring it to him today?  If not, I can keep it here until next class.”

“I’ll hold onto it until I see him next.  I have a feeling I’ll run into him later.”  I don’t know why I said that.  We don’t have any other classes together and we certainly aren’t close enough to be friends, even if I wished we were.  I’m also not on the baseball team.  Either way, my professor smiled for helping him out.

Regardless, I grabbed Aaron’s hat, but instead of chasing after him, I realized I really needed to go to the bathroom.  He was probably long gone anyways.  After I went, I noticed that I was still holding onto his hat.  I went to observe it and I noticed that it smelled a little like him, with a mix of sweat from wearing it all day and whatever shampoo he used.  I knew I shouldn’t, but I felt a sudden urge to put Aaron’s hat on.  Despite the fact that I would feel really embarrassed if someone saw me wearing it, I knew I would likely never get this opportunity again.  I was completely alone, so it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it.  It wasn’t just any hat, it was Aaron’s.  It’s not like he had lice or anything.  What’s the worst that could happen?

And so I put it on, wearing it backwards like he would.  Strangely, for a few seconds, I felt as though time had completely stopped.  The leaky sink faucet paused its rhythmic dripping.  The stomping of feet in the hallway deafened.  My watch skipped a tick.  But as time seemed to return to its natural course, I was able to see how I looked.  I had to admit, I looked really good in it.  I wouldn’t call myself an unattractive guy, but Aaron was way out of my league.  Despite that, a smirk appeared on my face.  A wave of confidence washed over me, almost like a little bit of Aaron had rubbed off on me.  Suddenly, I didn’t really feel like taking it off anymore.  I wasn’t too worried about what would happen if Aaron or one of his friends saw me wearing it.

After admiring myself in the mirror for a few minutes, I realized that I was late to my next class, algebra.  I had no idea I had spent so much time checking myself out.  I must’ve lost track of time.  As I walked to my seat, I felt like all eyes were on me for some reason.  I never used to make much of an impression on most people.  I was quiet and had only a couple friends.  Normally, I would’ve felt a little anxious with so many people staring at me, but I didn’t really give a shit now.

“Late as always, aren’t we Aiden?”  the teacher remarked.  Very funny.  I always showed up on time.  I sat down in my seat, but it didn’t feel right.  My body squeezed tight into the desk.  I felt like I was sitting in a chair meant for a middle schooler.  Weird.  Something weird is going on, but I can’t figure out what it is.

The class was just as weird because I felt like my classmates were a little more talkative.  I couldn’t focus during class due to being distracted by someone whispering.  I still felt a couple of their eyes on me.  I looked over and made brief eye contact with one of the girls on the far side of the room.  She immediately looked away and giggled towards one of her friends.  Her cheeks turned a deep crimson, the color of passion.  She was cute, but definitely out of my league.  I wasn’t straight either way, so I didn’t care if she was into me.

Normally, I was good at math, even if I didn’t like it, but I felt myself struggling to answer questions today.  Something must be wrong.  The room felt hotter than usual, and I felt myself sweat a little and my body started to ache.  I noticed that I smelled a little like Aaron’s cologne.  I’ve recognized his scent from sitting behind him, but for that smell to linger and for me to smell like him is really weird.

Class was dismissed, and this was usually when I went to lunch.  I received a text from one of my friends, Bryan, from half an hour earlier.

Bryan: Hey, me and the guys are getting food.  Wanna come with?

Normally, we always got lunch at the same time.  But for some reason, I didn’t really want to?  That’s weird for me.  I felt my fingers move on my own as they typed out a message.

Me: nah bro i dont feel like it mayb sum other time dude

I didn’t text like that normally.  Nor did I turn down my friends. Is it the…Before I could finish my thought, I was interrupted by the booming sound of two guys further down the hall, with one of them calling my name.  They were two jocks.  I recognized that they were both friends with Aaron because they hung out together a lot.  What did they want?  I didn’t really get along well with either of them or the rest of their kind.  Hopefully they didn’t think I was a pervert for wearing Aaron’s hat and beat me up.

“Sup bro, we were just about to get some food before hitting the gym.  Wanna come with?”  the other jock asked me.  Judging from his tone, he seemed surprisingly friendly with me.

Were they serious?  Did these jocks actually think I was one of them?  I would never get an opportunity to hang out with them again, so I agreed.  Part of me felt guilty for ditching my nerdy friends to hang out with the jocks, but I knew they were cool guys.  My perspective on these two big jocks changed as I walked with them.  For some reason, I felt a strong sense of camaraderie with them, almost like I’ve known them for a long time.  I’m not sure why I was so intimidated by them before.  They were really chill.

I saw another one of my friends as I walked with my new friends.  I waved to him, but he barely seemed to notice me.  Was he mad at me for skipping lunch with them or did he seriously not recognize me since I was hanging out with the jocks?  It almost felt like he didn’t know me at all.

I pulled out my phone to see what was up with him, until I realized that Bryan had finally responded to me.

Bryan: My bad.  Thought you were someone else.  He must’ve given me the wrong number.

Was this some kind of prank?  He obviously knew my number.  Of course he knows who I am.  Whatever, I don’t care what a nerd like him thinks.  I put my phone away and resumed chatting with my jock friends.  You know, my real friends.  I noticed as I walked with them that they didn’t look as big and menacing as they seemed.  Either that or maybe I hit my growth spurt recently.

We went and got food, with the jocks making sure I got enough protein.  I swear I almost never eat this much.  The jocks must eat a lot to stay in shape, I thought to myself.  But did they seriously want me to go to the gym with them?  I had class soon.  But these guys were cool and I didn’t want to disappoint my bros.  I figured I could miss a day and go lift with them.  As long as it doesn’t turn into a habit.

I realized as we stepped into the gym that I had never worked out before nor had I stepped into an actual gym.  I was worried about coming across as weak and humiliating myself in front of them. I changed into some clothes that I'm not really sure when I bought, a tank top and gym shorts.  To my surprise, I simply followed the motions of my bros and I was able to work out with them just fine.  I noticed that I was able to keep up with their workouts, and I surprised myself with how much I could lift.  It shouldn’t have been possible to lift as much as they did but maybe they were just going easy on me because they knew I was a beginner.  By the time we finished, I was just in time for my last class.  But just before I parted ways with my new friends, one of them said something that caught me off guard.

“Later, Moore.”

Must’ve been a slip of the tongue.  There was no way in hell they mistook me for Aaron.  At least it gave me a mental reminder to give Aaron his hat back next time I see him.  Although…his hat is so nice that I’m a little tempted to keep it for myself.  He could always just get another one, right?  I just don’t want him to see me wearing it though, so I’ll only do it when he’s not around.

In class, everyone was still staring at me as if I went to school in my underwear.  Maybe there was something weird about me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.  I did smell a little bit since I came from my workout, but I don’t think it was that.  I shrugged it off.  They can stare all they want for all I care.  I felt incredibly sore after my workout, and my arms looked unnaturally swollen.  If I had to be honest, I almost felt as big as the two jocks I worked out with.  But in such a short amount of time?  With no prior lifting experience?  That was impossible.

I found myself completely zoned out and indifferent to class today.  All I wanted to do was leave and uh…What was it that I had going on later?  I pondered that thought throughout the entire class period.  Eventually, we were dismissed and I was free to leave.  I was walking towards the dorms until I ran into, guess who?  Aaron Moore.

“Hey bro, you still coming to practice?”  he asked.

“Practice?”

“Yeah, baseball practice, you big dummy!  You know, you’re always so forgetful, dude.  Good thing I always was the smarter one, bro.”

“Yeah, you’re right, bro.  My bad.”  I’m not sure which statement I was agreeing with.  But as I looked at him, I realized something.  He was wearing his hat!  But then how was I wearing his hat if he was wearing it?  “I thought you lost your hat.  How are you wearing it?”

“I was wearing my hat all day, dude.  One day you decided to copy me and wear your hat to school like I do.  But honestly, I think you rock it better than I do, so keep it up.  You’ll impress the ladies.”  But I was gay.  And I’ve only had this hat for a day.  If it wasn’t his, then how was it actually mine?  I was overwhelmed and full of questions after everything that had happened today, from my growth spurt, to me hanging out with the jocks, to my old friends barely knowing who I am, but I didn’t seem to have the brain power at the moment to seek the answers to them.

As we walked, I kept chatting with Aaron as if it was natural, as if we always knew each other.  Something felt off, but I couldn’t figure it out.  Was it because we were going to practice?  I’ve never played baseball in my life.  Nah, that can’t be right.  I feel like I’ve swung a bat before…  We went into the locker room to change.  I looked in the mirror and paused for a second.

My reflection wasn’t there.  Someone else’s was.  Someone much stronger and much taller than me.  That wasn’t me.  It was Aaron Moore.

No, except it wasn’t an exact match.  There was enough different about the guy in front of me to know that it wasn’t Aaron.  This figure was a little stronger than him, and still stood probably a little over 6 feet tall.  I walked closer.  “Aaron” walked closer.  I moved my hand to feel my face.  So did “Aaron”.  A dull, confused look appeared on his face.  Had I really become him?  But Aaron was over on the other end of the room changing.  Then who am I?  Was I like this since I put the hat on earlier?  I reached into my wallet and pulled out my ID.

Aiden Moore...That’s not my last name.  That’s…Aaron’s?  Normally I wouldn’t have minded taking his last name, but we definitely WEREN’T married.  As far as I knew, Aaron was as straight as an arrow.

Date of Birth: 08/17/2003…If I recall, that’s Aaron’s birthday.  I knew my birthday, and it was in January.  Don’t tell me…Are we…?

I compared the face in the ID to the one in the mirror.  It wasn’t an illusion, and it wasn’t a dream.  It was like I was his twin!  Aaron was an only child though and I only had sisters.  At this point, I was so confused and overwhelmed.  Panic was the only emotion I could feel as I felt like I was going through an identity crisis.  I realized that this all started when I wore his hat.  I reached to grab it off of my head…until I felt a hand touch my shoulder.  My bro…I mean Aaron.

“Admiring yourself in the mirror, bro?  Yeah, you’re a pretty handsome dude just like me.  I think it runs in the blood, you know.  You like that, right?”  He placed his other hand on my head, pushing the hat tighter on my head.  I nodded.  I proceeded to flex, as I became self-absorbed with my own reflection.  I always thought rather highly of myself, especially about my body.  At this point, I couldn’t comprehend the paradox of me somehow being his own non-existent twin brother.

“You know, not every guy is lucky enough to have a cool brother like I do, let alone a twin.  The two of us can play ball together, work out together, and even get all the chicks we want together.  This is all you ever wanted, right?”  He wasn’t necessarily wrong, but I wanted to be “with” Aaron, not be him.  Whoever granted me this wish got it all wrong.  But as I listened to him, I started to realize that maybe it wasn’t my wish to begin with.

“Yeah bro.  This shit’s the life, dude.”  I noticed Aaron’s face light up as I said that.  The way I talked sounded like it came out of the mouth of some dudebro.  I noticed his irresistible smirk that was always on his face when he was in a good mood.  As I kept admiring myself in the mirror, I felt my mind slow…down...like it was on autopilot…

“That’s right…Just let it happen…  I know it’s been a while, so it’s okay if you don’t remember, but you know that one trophy we won a couple years back?  During senior year?”

“Fuck yeah, bro.  I remember.”  But I’ve never played baseball before…But…I have right?  I know I have.

“You know you were the reason we won, right?  One lucky hit in the bottom of the ninth, and you practically won us the game.  I’ve never been more proud of you bro.”  Aaron patted me on the back.  I remembered that game fondly, even though I should have no recollection of it.  That year, our baseball team was the best in the state.  And I…led our team to a championship?  As much as I tried to deny it in my head, the memories felt real.  But why was he reminding me of this now?

“You didn’t do half bad yourself, bro.”

As Aaron and I kept chatting, the memories of being his twin brother kept flowing into my brain, as memories of my former life faded away.  Turns out that I was the brother he never had.  We were a pair.  We complemented each other perfectly.  I was actually the twin brother of the most popular guy in the school.  I remember I thought he was hot…wait, what the fuck, bro?  That’s gay as shit.  And weird.  This was my own twin we were talking about.  Although I guess if I was a handsome stud, then he’d have to be too.  After all, no girl can resist either one of us.

“So the hat is working…”  Aaron whispered under his breath.

“What hat?”

“Nothing, bro!  I was just saying how good your hat looks on you.  Come on, let’s go.”  I followed him, as my transformation was now complete.

From this day on, I was Aiden Moore, Aaron Moore’s twin brother.  Except that’s who I was technically born as and that's who everyone already knew me as.  Although we had a lot in common, I definitely felt more like a stereotypical jock.  I was loud, cocky, and masculine, almost to the point of brutishness, compared to my brother who was a lot more laid-back and charismatic.  Not that it was a bad thing, although most nerds and weaker men would disagree.  But what me and Aaron did have in common was playing sports, working out, fucking chicks, and being the most popular guys in the school.  I know I wanted to be closer to Aaron, but I never expected this.  But at the same time, it felt good, almost pleasurable at times.  I realized that in my new state, I could hardly last a day without an orgasm, whether it was in my grip or in some bitch’s pussy.

Two days later, I had biology again.  I remembered I kinda struggled with this class.  I sat behind my bro as usual.  I was grateful for him since he always helped me with the homework.  I noticed him talking to the professor in private when we got to class.  When I asked him, he wouldn’t say.  It wasn’t like him to keep secrets from me.  We practically knew everything about each other after all.  After class, I was called to stay after by Mr. Martin.

“Aiden Moore…Your brother told me to check up on you.  Is everything alright?  Did you need any guidance on the homework, too?”

“Never felt better, bro.  I think I was just up too late partying the other day.  And nah, I eventually figured it out, dude.”  I conveniently hid the fact that I copied the answers off of some nerd.

“Good, good.”  Mr. Martin smiled.  “I won’t leave you too long.  I know you two have your hands full with practice today.  Hmmm…Still wearing that hat, I see.  It suits you well, Aiden.”  I saw him write something down in a notebook as I left.  Mr. Martin was always cool.  I felt like he understood me and my brother better than most teachers here.  I couldn’t help but feel grateful for him, but for what?  I quickly discarded that thought because it wasn’t important to me.

What was important to me was hitting the gym with my bros.  I ditched class again, I don’t even remember what the class was anyways.  Probably nothing important.  As long as I pass and get to stay on the team, I couldn’t care less about how badly I do in school.  I’m basically only here because I got some fancy scholarship.

At the gym, I always pushed myself to lift the heaviest weights.  All of my bros were impressed with how much I could lift.  Must run in the blood.  After school, I went to practice with Aaron.  We shared a room at the dorms, and on the weekends, we always went to the biggest parties our school had to offer.  We always bragged to each other about what girls we slept with that night, almost like it was a competition.  Man, this was the life.  I never felt like I understood Aaron on a personal level until recently, but man, we were the luckiest pair of brothers in the school.

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Prick

Ayyye you fuckin’ Posh cunt, why donthcha watch where yer fuckin goin!

Edgar was too busy on his phone to notice the scally lad he just ran into, knocking coffee all over the lad. 

“Sorry mate, let me get you new clothes,” Edgar said apologetically

“Crack,” the scally knocked Edgar out cold. Picked his Posh ass up and dragged him back to his council flat. The lad stripped Edgar down, shit him up with some substance mixed with his cum and put some crusty old clothes on Edgar. 

Edgar woke up, his whole body on fire, he couldn’t speak, he could barely think but his cock was rock hard. 

“Now you stupid cunt, everything I tell you is true and when I am done, you’ll ne my fuckin’ flat mate.” 

“First, you are a chav, you din’t finish no kind of school and you love to drink and have sex. You love to keep fit so you can stick that dick in anything with legs. You’re dumb as a rock mate, I’m the closest thing you have to family and you would do anything for me.”

The changes happened rapidly, his lean body bulked ouit, his hair got shorter, cock growing like mad, and his eyes were glazing over with some dumb fuck look. His mind faded away and a new chav persona took over. All he wanted was to get his fucking rocks off and fuck.

Oh, and one more thing, your name…It’s Declan O’Shea, your one stupid horny Irish fucker. 

The lad was glad that he got rid of one more Posh fuck, thinkin their better than everybody. Not anymore, stupid fucker gonna watched footie, rugby, drink and fuck