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Brandon Starr. IG: @ brandonsstarr

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Derrick Henry 🇺🇸

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I’m too smart for my own good and sometimes I wish I could live a simpler life. Whether that be as a dumb jock or some workout gear for one, I’ve always wanted to know what that’s felt like.

You had been rambling to your friend Jessica about how stressed out you were in your life. Your exemplary academic and subsequent professional career had landed you in a high-paying but high-responsibility position. It felt like you had so much to worry about; the budgets, the meetings, the bureaucracy, the hierarchy. All that had taken over your life and you couldn't even make time for sex anymore, nevermind a relationship.

"I don't even have time for a boyfriend right now, i wish everything was just ... simpler...."

Jessica sighed. This hadn't been the first time you told her this, every conversation you had revolved around how strained you felt. She grabbed something from her bag and handed it to you : a cap. She told you that she snatched it from one of the douchebags who catcalled her at the gym and that he wouldn't miss it.

"This guy clearly didn't have a lot going on up there. You should put it on and see how it feels. Maybe having a little bit of him in you will help you turn your brain off and relax."

You shrugged and decided to put in on. It's not like it could hurt. You secured the cap on your head and you instantly felt all your worries and your intellect drain out of your head and converting into thick bulging muscles all over your unremarkable body. Your pecs rose into a thick muscular shelf as your abs popped out. your biceps and shoulders ballooned, your thighs enlarged. Your entire body surged and strained against your clothes.

All of that boring business stuff exited your mind forever and you felt so much better. Everything felt so much simpler already. Your clothes quickly turned into the typical jock attire : trunks, a tanktop and grey sweaters.

In disbelief, you lifted the tank top to look at your new body "Holy shit bro, i look swole !" But just as you said those words, you felt even more of your brains drain out. This time, your entire personality flushed down into your enlarging balls. It started with your smart and charming persona, and eventually your values. Your kindness, your empathy, you compassion. All of that served as fuel for your swelling manhood, leaving nothing left of your morality and judgement, turning you into an arrogant, self-centered gymrat.

As you pawed at your impressive package, you quickly realized it demanded attention. But you found the images that came to your mind to not be the hunky men you were used to. Instead you could only envision yourself fondling tits and sticking your dick in wet pussy. Your homosexuality had been flushed. Gone was the kind, sensitive gay best friend and in his place was now a macho breeder.

"Fuck bruh, i need to pound some pussy huhu"

Your entire being now revolved around your biological duty. A real man's only desire was women's curvy bodies, their full lips, their aching pussies. And you wanted to- no, you were going to fill them with your seed. That's why you spent all your time at the gym pumping iron : to score some pussy. You looked in the mirror and saw yourself for who you were always meant to be : a jacked, stinky straight gym bro stroking his fat cock.

Your lengthening python demanded attention. With a dopey grin, you looked up at the chick in front of you and already saw yourself putting a baby in her womb. You scratched at your throbbing cock.

"Hey babe, wanna help me out with this ?"

Enjoy your new breeder life bro. No more smarts, no more individuality. You're now a perfectly assimilated straight male with no worries. Now go pump some iron and spread your seed !

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Story Request: Stuck For The Semester

Here’s a story about two very different guys who get stuck in each others bodies. Please enjoy!

Peter:

“Peter Thomas?”

“Here,” I shouted out to Professor David.

It’s my first day of the fall semester and I’m already dreading it.

Mainly because of this class I signed up for. If only I knew what it was— I would have opted in for another elective.

Too bad I already signed a waiver… the one I didn't read…

Listen, I know that sounds dumb but I didn't realize that when the class was referred to as a “social experiment” included me having to trade bodies with someone for a couple of weeks!!

I've heard about body-swap technology but it's only been available to a select few primarily rich people.

So you can imagine how my face looked when I read over the class syllabus stating, Week 1: Body Swap Experiment Begins.

Well it's too late to turn back now, I really don't have a choice.

Trust me, I tried! I went to my counselor begging to get out of this class but he told me once the waiver is signed— you have no choice but participate.

He said it's something about the school’s policy so they can properly run the experiment.

I don't know…

I just hope I end up swapping bodies with someone normal.

But I know one person I DO NOT want to swap bodies with… Elton Davis.

I can't stand the guy and I try to avoid him at all cost! And somehow I keep ending up in a class with him.

I promise I'm not some jerk but Elton is incapable of shutting up for two seconds and he treats everything like it's a joke.

For example, right now he's over in the corner talking some girl's ear off.

“I can't wait to swap with someone! This is like a crazy sci-fi movie come to life!! I wonder if it will be like freaking Friday or Face-Off… No! No! I got it! That Ryan Reynolds movie… uhhhh Self Less!! That one was so cool! Plus, I’d love to be Ryan Reynolds for a day haha.”

I rolled my eyes… even the sound of his voice annoys me.

On top of everything he’s a huge nerd! He’s the kind of guy who’s still into Star Wars, probably action figures, Dungeon and Dragons— that kind of lame stuff.

The rest of the class I tried to zone out his dad puns out. Which was difficult since he's right behind me.

Professor David was going on about how important our ‘body swap homework’ is (which just sounded like journaling to me).

I almost nodded off when our Professor says,

“So class tomorrow we will not only find out who you’re trading bodies with but we will actually swap everyone. So please, make a list of important things that your trade partner needs to know about you. That way they can navigate your life as you. And with that I will see you all tomorrow!”

Oh god… I just realized something…

I have to plan out someone else being in my body… they are actually going to pretend to be me!

I was hoping it would be like a ‘open thing’ that everyone knew I wasn’t myself.

That means…

I scanned the room for body potentials— that’s when my eyes locked on Garrett. He’s one of the guys in my frat.

Unless I swap with Garrett I won’t be able to go to our first party of the year!

Sh^t!!!

I’ve been looking forward to that party for months now! It’s one of our biggest events of the year.

God, I have to swap with him. I’m sure he’ll be down. I know that party is just as important to him.

“Oh class! One more thing, those who get here first get to pick out who they want to swap with… so get here early! After you swap with someone you're welcome to leave. So no full class tomorrow.”

THAT’S IT! I’ll get to class early and I’ll secure my swap with Garrett!

As everyone stood up, I walked over to Garrett. I felt like it was a little forward but honestly I’d rather have one of my bros in my body than anyone else here.

“Hey dude, what’s up?” I said to Garrett.

“Bro! I didn’t know you were taking this class. Shiz crazy right?”

“Dude! I know… I had no clue until it was too late to change my mind.”

“I feel you man, I honestly picked this class because every other class was full.”

Okay here goes nothing. Come on Garrett.

“Dude, I had a thought but you can say no. I don’t want to be weird about this.”

“Yoooo are you about to ask if we can be swap homies. Because I’m down.”

“Wait really, man?”

“Yeah dude, we hang out with the same peeps. Why not?”

“That’s what I was thinking bro!”

“Hell yeah! Let’s get here early to secure it.”

Garrett and I talked until we both got to our cars.

“See you tomorrow swap homie!”

“See yeah!”

I headed home trying to make sure everything around my apartment looked right.

I wasn’t sure if or what Garrett would think or care about but he appears to be a pretty chill guy.

We’re not close but we are frat brothers and share a lot of mutual friends.

And the best part— I get to go to the first party of the year!

I stripped down to go take a shower only to catch a glimpse of myself before heading to the bathroom.

I looked at my face in the mirror for a minute. It’s such a strange feeling knowing that I won’t have my body tomorrow.

I’ll literally be someone else. Hopefully Garrett.

I’m not bad looking and I'm well aware of that but I do have this one insecurity about myself…

My hairy armpits.

I don’t know why I just hate them. I can’t explain it. I try to hide them at all costs.

Maybe I should shave them? No that would be weird, right?

I took a shower and contemplated about it for a second. Maybe I’ll just wait till the morning to worry about them.

I get out of the shower and a text comes through.

“Dude, we’re all going out for beers at Lucy’s. Wanna come?” texted my frat bro Shawn.

Lucy’s is one of the college bars we all frequent.

Hmmm…

I should go to bed early but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have one last night out in my bod.

Meanwhile…

Elton:

The entire walk home all I could think about was swap class. I felt like I was the most excited today.

It’s just— Doesn’t it sound cool be someone else for a little bit?

I’ve never been the “popular” guy but I’ve always found a few people in the room to laugh at my jokes.

I've always tired to pictured myself as the jock or that one cool guy but I have terrible hand-eye coordination. And I haven't been to a college party yet.

I guess I’m just excited to try something new out.

Not only am I living out my science fiction fantasy but we have so many hot guys in our class!!

Like the ratio really gives me strong odds.

And secret I’ve dreamt of being with one of them.

But this— this is next level. I could potentially become one of those guys!

Some guy who’s good-looking, popular, someone other gay guys would drool over!

As I walked into my house, a thought hit me. This will be my last night here for a couple weeks. In this apartment and in my body.

Tomorrow I’ll be someone else…

I wondered who it will be… I thought about the different guys, you have Kyle who's blond, has a cute face, I think he does track so you know his body is nice.

I would also be cool with Frankie, good looking ginger with a really nice butt.

Garrett would be a good option too. He’s your typical straight guy and I heard a girl in my class talk about how big he is…

Wait, I know exactly who I want to be— Peter freaking Thomas!

He’s so dreamy!! He’s got this atmosphere of cool about him. He always walks in with sunglasses and a couple of buttons loose on his shirt.

We’ve shared so many classes together. Every time I’ll catch myself daydreaming about what it would be like to run my fingers through his thick hair or what he might look like naked.

Oh please if someone’s listening, please let me get Peters' body!

I laid back in bed and started to get hard just thinking about the thought of being Peter.

The Peter Thomas. Mr. Cool guy!

Could you imagine?

His sexy curly brown hair, his bad@ss nose piercing, god and his feet!

He one time wore a pair of rainbows to class and I couldn’t stop staring at them.

Him toying his toes in between the sandals.

I want to touch them, smell them…

I was getting so hard from the thought that I started dry humping the bed.

I wonder if I’m in Peter and if he’s in me— that means he’ll have to interact with my body as well.

Wow even that thought sounds hot to me. Peter having to use my d%ck to take a p^ss.

Maybe he will lie right in this same bed toying with my d^ck.

Meanwhile I’m at his place alone with his bod, getting to do whatever I want with his bod.

I pull out my d%ck fantasizing about the possibility that maybe… just maybe I’ll get to be Peter Thomas.

The Next Morning….

Peter:

*Beep Beep Beep*

“Ah Shitttttt!!! What time is it?”

I looked over at my alarm.

9:00am

“Oh god!”

Its only 30 minutes until my class starts!

I hop out of bed as fast as I can, rushing to get dressed quickly.

I ran out the door not even showering…

On my ride to campus, it hit me— my freaking armpits!

Ugh, I really wanted to take care of those before swapping.

Theirs no time, I have to get there and secure my swap with Garrett.

I park my car and rush up the stairs. I turn the hallway and outside of the room is one person.

Elton.

“Sh^t,” I say under my breath.

“Hey Peter!”

Ughhh… Nooooo! No way! Where is Garrett?

“Hey uhh Elton. Where is the rest of the class at?”

“Everyone left is inside, I guess most of the class got here super early expect for us haha.”

I felt my blood boil, why the hell wouldn't Garrett wait for me?

All of the sudden, I see Garrett and a girl named Farrah walk out.

“Dude! I'm so glad you're still here, have you swapped yet?”

,“Hey bro, I'm right here,” says Farrah waving at me.

My eyes widened… Garrett swapped bodies with a hot girl??!

“Sorry man, you weren't here so I had to find someone else. But dude!! Look at me, I’m a chick!”

Garrett seemed very pleased with his new body up until—

“Oh don't get too excited Garrett, my monthly surprise is coming next week,” says Farrah grinning in Garrett’s body.

“Oh god no! I have to deal with that?!? Like blood and stuff?” says Garrett.

“Calm down its not that bad, I’ll help you doofus,” says Farrah smiling at her former self.

“Well we gotta bounce bro, it sounds like I got ALOT to learn.”

I watched in disbelief as both Garrett and Farrah walked away laughing at each other.

I turn back around and Elliott is grinning at me.

God, I'd give anything to be in Garrett’s shoes right now. At least he can still go to the party.

Before I could say anything another student named Collin steps out.

“Are you two my last ones?”

A little puzzled by Collin’s demeanor, he apologizes to us.

“Oh sorry! It's me, Professor David, I had to participate because we had an odd number of students. Luckily, Collin here volunteered to switch with me.”

Professor David takes us to a door that one would think led us to a closet.

Instead, it opens to a big room with a bunch of computers inside— I look over and see two pods… just waiting on Elton and I.

Well it's too late to turn back now— F^CK! I really don't want to be Elton, even if it's just a short period of time!

We both get into position, Professor David says, “Okay boys on my count….3…2…1…”

A bright light flashes and soon everything went black.

Elton:

Boy, that was intense! And not like camping haha!!

I woke up feeling sooo different, I could instantly I was no longer myself.

I felt butterflies in my stomach as I looked down at my hands… long, tan, fingers with perfectly cut nails… they're Peter’s hands.

And I now posses them!

I had so much energy and couldn't wait to start being Peter.

But that changed quickly when Peter snapped at me.

“You better not do anything weird with my body Davis!”

“What do you mean?” I said to him a little confused.

It's odd and yet somewhat funny seeing myself look so stern and angry. I'm never that serious.

“You know exactly what I'm talking about, no rambling to my friends about your nerdy stuff and you better not be doing any gay sh%t with my body or so help me—”

“Boys! Maybe you two should take a breath, you just went through a swapping process and a lot of emotions may come up. Maybe you two could table this conversation for tonight or tomorrow morning?” said Professor David.

I grinned at Peter.

“Yeah Elton, maybe we should table this for later,” I said in a somewhat mocking voice.

Peter was gritting my teeth, he looked like he could punch something.

I can't believe he's acting like this! I thought Peter was cool with me, maybe he doesn't like gay people? I don't know…

I quickly grabbed Peter’s stuff hoping I could avoid the rest of this conversation in the hallway.

Luckily, Professor David asked Peter to stay back to chat for a bit.

I book it down the hallway, skipping right to the bathroom.

I wanted to see myself so badly that I couldn't wait to get to Peter’s place.

When I got to the mirror, I glanced at Peter’s reflection. He's so handsome!

Seeing him staring back at me, copying my every move.

I can't believe it, I actually swapped bodies with Peter Thomas. I'm officially him!

Curious and impatient, I lifted Peter’s shirt up.

His abs! Just look at these!!

I run Peter’s hand down his chest.

Grabbing Peter’s phone out of his pocket, I really want to document this moment. The moment I got this body.

I lifted up his arm only to reveal the sexiest hairy armpit I've ever seen.

I felt blood rush to Peter’s crotch. I got to get out of here!

“I'll see you soon handsome!” I said to the mirror before winking and blowing my new face a kiss.

Now I get to have some time to get acquainted with Peter’s sexy body. 😝

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Suck For The Semester Part 2

Elton:

“Mhmmmm… it’s so good waking up in this body!”

I almost thought it was all a dream until I realized I was still at Peter’s place.

Last night, was a bit of a sexual adventure…

Meaning I explored every part of this body and just about all of Peter’s clothes.

Call it what you want but this is my body for awhile and I’m going to enjoy it.

It started out with his hairy armpits…

The smell of musk and faint deodorant got me rock hard. And all of the hair!

His pits are hairy, Peter’s legs are hairy, even his cute butt has beautiful brown hair on it.

I found it all to be so arousing…

I spent hours building up his stamina. Edging so close and stopping myself from finishing…

By the end I was throbbing so hard… I took his big smelly foot and it right up to his face.

Smelling it as I took only a few strokes… as soon as I busted I placed his foot right underneath just so I could lick off.

It was sooo much… I was covered in Peter’s seed.

But now this morning, I have a couple of hours before class…

Might as well wank one out before I have to get ready.

I pull Peter’s covers up to see his morning wood sprung at full attention.

Peter’s junk is so beautiful to me. His brown hair from his stomach trails into his pubic hair which is also brown.

His d^ck is long and tan with a pink head along with two tan hairy balls….

I look down at it gazing at the borrowed junk I now possessed.

I just know Peter would lose it if he knew what I’m doing with his body.

I wouldn’t care if he foiled around in mine, hell that would be kinda hot.

Watching him navigate my junk….

I’m feeling all hot now and I know I have to keep this quick.

I start pumping away and it sounds so sexy making Peter’s voice make these little moans.

I imagine how he would actually sound in bed. Just grunts and “babe this babe that.”

Well this new Peter lets out moans and wants to feel a d%ck inside of him.

That’s right, I’m gonna break Peter’s guy cherry!

I pumped faster and faster at the thought of getting railed in this body.

I could have some hot closeted jock or any good looking gay guy on campus.

Maybe I should upload some photos on a an app…

“Oh god!”

I look down at Peters toes and I tighten them.

It’s coming….

Peter’s load gets all over his chest. I take his finger and take the little amount from his tip.

I rub it on his lips before licking it off.

“He even tastes good,” I say laying back.

Peter:

I really don’t want to start this day… especially knowing I’m going to have to pretend to be Elton.

I don’t even know what he does for fun or who he’s friend with…

All I can gather from his room is the absurd amount of legos and video games.

He doesn’t keep any booze in the place…

But I did find one thing that made the night easier. Elton’s pot stash.

I really didn’t take him as a smoker but it did the job.

I was zooted playing video games until I eventually crashed into his bed.

It felt strange sleeping in a strangers bed. It’s not a bad bed but something felt so uncomfortable to me.

Probably because it’s Elton.

I remember stripping off his clothes…

His body was responding in such a way that I felt extremely turned on?

Not by him or his body… I don’t know… I was all of the sudden hard.

I tried to ignore it…. I ended up falling asleep but now it’s back.

I’m going to have to come to terms with it.

I just don’t know how I feel about jerking off with some other guy’s junk.

I stare at it… it’s standing a full attention. His dick isn’t bad. Not as long as mine and it’s pale.

The crazy thing is just how sensitive it is to the touch. I rolled over in bed and the feeling of friction sent shocks through me.

I’m trying my best not to touch it…

My eyes focus down to Elton’s feet.

Somehow my eyes couldn’t stop looking at them. It’s like I’m turned on by them.

Wait no! I am turned on by them!! Does Elton have some weird foot fetish thing?

OH NO! DOES THAT MEAN I NOW HAVE IT?!?

I tired moving out of bed but his boner was becoming impossible…

I have to get rid of it. And theirs only one way.

I closed my eyes trying to pretend I was back in my body.

I reached down and grab on to it… and holy sh^t!

It felt like electricity going through me!

I keep going…

And it feels amazing… I can’t believe just how good it feels…

I pump faster and faster…

My mind starts to travel when my own body comes to mind. My legs… my feet… my hands… even my armpits… I’ve always been so embarrassed by them. But why?

I’m an attractive guy and have nothing to be ashamed about… if anything my hairy armpits are… kinda hot.

I picture myself in my bed fondling my junk.

That set me over the edge.

I feel Elton’s body convulse from pleasure.

Then I exploded making a mess everywhere.

I laid in his bed soaked and feeling embarrassed. No one can ever know about this.

That’s when it hit me… I just jerked off to the thought of my own body?!?

Wtf?!?

I’m not gay… I’m uhhh well… right now I’m not so sure…

I get out of bed and grabbed Elton’s phone to see what time it is…

But instead I saw something I wasn’t expecting— a text from the administration.

“Due to a mass covid outbreak, the campus will be shutting down. Classes will continue next week online.”

Wait, what does that mean? Like the entire semester?!

I go to check Elton’s email and sure enough our professor sent us something…

I skipped through it until I got to one part that turned my stomach.

“Due to the nature of the covid outbreak, the swap experiment will be extended until the end of the semester or when classes return to campus….”

WHAT?!? YOU MEAN IM STUCK LIKE THIS FOR MONTHS?!!?

Oh god… this is going to be awful!

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Stuck For The Semester: Post-Pandemic

Catch up on Part 1 & Part 2

Elton:

“Peter Thomas?”

“Yes, I'm okay!” I replied to Professor David.

I know it's been a few years since we last caught up following our class semester swap that got caught up by a global p*ndemic.

The university agreed, without our consent, to continue the experiment for longer than it's ever been done with the hope that it would help the scientific community.

Unfortunately for some of us, it had adverse effects.

Several students experienced swaps where the original bodies personalities began to overtake their own, eventually leading to them believing they had always been in that body.

After almost a year and a half when we finally got to return to campus, Professor David came to me to "break the news".

"Elton" did not want to swap back because he didn't believe he ever swapped to begin with.

So I was now Peter Thomas...who didn't even have a plan for his life despite being in school. So the professor offered me a future. Join him as a teaching assistant and help him with future swaps, and here we are a few years later where I help him "teach", but I had my own motives.

Enter the star athlete of the newest batch of students. Shi.

Shi:

Being a college athlete, the universities pave the way to make graduating as EASY as possible for us, but we still have to go to at least one class.

I kinda failed at even doing that.

So my advisor and this one professor came up with the idea that if I take part in this one major experimental class I could be covered for the semester. I said yes, no questions asked.

When I walked in that first day, I just sat back and thought I would coast through napping.

As I dosed off, I heard someone up front yapping about learning from past experiments and saying swaps begin on day 1 now.

That's when a hand shook up and I was ripped awake.

This guy that was upfront with the professor named Peter said the class had an odd number so we ended up partners.

"BODY SWAPPING for the SEMESTER?" I knew they had to be joking.

My advisor said I couldn't drop the class....I was stuck.

I walk over to an empty pod....sigh...I guess it could be interesting to see what it's like to be a little white guy. Plus at least it looks like he kind of knows how to work out.

A bright light flashes and soon everything went black.

Elton:

I held my eyes shut and tried to hold in my excitement.

I had worked with the advisors to get the class hard cap at an odd number so I would be forced to take part in the swaps once again. I had to do it to make sure I could corner Shi into swapping with me.

What gay guy wouldn't want to experience being inside such a hunk of a man.

I felt butterflies in my stomach and opened my eyes. I looked down at my hands… strong, calloused, fingers with perfectly cut nails… they're Shi's hands.

I knew the routine. I could hear my last body waking up and Professor David got closer to him to help him on his journey.

But he knows I've been through this rodeo before and clumsily darted to the door to head to the restroom. I locked myself into the single restroom, and ripped my shirt off...I couldn't believe my reflection.

I had so much energy, is this what it's like to be a real athlete? After popping Peter's cherry, my perverted mind drifted into thinking about all the things I'd have Shi do for the first time. Immediately opening the app store to download Grindr.

This body wasn't ready to take all the d^ck I was gonna get with it.

Shi:

Waking up felt like a hangover. Not like a headache, just the disorienting part.

The professor was talking to me about something but I had to take a piss so bad.

I went down the hall to the restroom and began to pee. Damn this kid's not as big as I am down there but surprisingly long? I guess he's me for the time being. Shit I have to go to practice...coach is going to kill me if I'm late one more time.

Wait. I don't have to go to practice for the semester. I gotta find my body to make sure he goes to the field.

Shit this kid's hard now. I don't wanna jerk off some random white guy.

I just started pumping out of spite, but damn this dude is sensitive. I don't usually moan like this but this body had an immediate reaction to my stroking. I tried to hold it in but all I could do was loudly moan.

I know I was in public but I just couldn't stop it. This body didn't want to finish but when I finally climaxed, it went everywhere. I scrambled to clean it up and that's when my phone vibrated.

A notification from....Grindr. Oh this dude's gay. It's from an account with no name and no profile picutre....wait.

THAT'S ME!?

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“Not too shabby, not too shabby.” Agent Myles studied his reflection in the mirror and took a few self-shots for the record. And maybe for his own personal enjoyment later. But the Agency didn’t need to know about that.

The Agency had most recently transferred him into the body of billionaire Max Masters’ teenage son. His official mission was to help uncover any insider secrets about Masters’ recent dealings with a foreign government…

“But I’ll get to all that later,” Agent Myles thought, sliding his hands down underneath the elastic waistband of the tight black briefs he was wearing… “First I want to get to know this young stud’s body just a little bit better…”

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When Calvin and his girlfriend, Danielle, talked about mixing things up in the bedroom, he never expected things to turn out this way.

When she first approached him with the idea of a spell her great aunt had passed on to her, he was skeptical but willing to try anything. She had always been freaky when it came to sex, but she had always left him satisfied, so he didn’t worry about it. 

Turns out she had broken into the locker room at the university gym, wrung out the sweaty tank top of the wrestling team captain, and brought his sweat in a vile. In bed that night, Danielle undressed as Calvin started to get himself hard, recited some Latin verse, tipped her head back and swallowed the contents of the vile with a grimace. Much to Calvin’s surprise, she fell to the ground and began writhing and grunting, her breasts flattened against her chest, her hair shrinking back, all of her features broadening and thickening. Her body erupted in impressive muscle, all the while her grunts getting deeper and deeper and more masculine. Finally, an impossibly huge set of balls and a monstrous cock erupted from her crotch, instantly hard from the adrenaline and pleasure. Danielle stood up as Leo, the university’s wrestling team captain, her body nearly triple the size it was before.

She began feeling herself all over, letting out whispered “aww fuuuck”’s, feeling every curve in her new body. She looked over at Calvin, who was wide eyed and fully erect, not by his doing but by what he just witnessed. “Fuck, Cal, I gotta take care of this,” she murmured as she flipped him over, inserted her new massive member into Calvin and began thrusting. Calvin let out a few sharp cries of pain and pleasure, but he felt incredibly turned, more so than he ever had before. Danielle was into it, too. She said things like “see these guns, bruh?” in between exercised panting. Bruh? Calvin thought, she’d never said anything like that in all the years he’s known her. She must be totally entranced with the experience right now.

She eventually climaxed, shooting an enormous load into Calvin and slowly pulled out between several deep moans. She collapsed next to Calvin panting. “Your turn, babe,” she offered. “Uh, I think I’m good,” remarked Calvin, who had blown his load much earlier, “already taken care of.” They both laughed and she got up to go to the bathroom, her still erect cock swinging in front of her, her new perky, muscular bubble butt swaying behind her as she walked. As she arrived in front of the toilet, she remained standing and awkwardly aimed her cock down at the bowl and relieved herself. She looked back at Calvin, “Ha! Nice, man..” 

Calvin began to clean himself off, “So, uh, how long do the affects last?”

“What, like the bod, bro?”

“Uh, haha, yeah, the ‘bod bruh’.”

“Don’t know, bro. Don’t think it’s ‘sposed to.”

Calvin looked shocked, “What, you mean you’re like this forever? What about Leo? What about the old you?”

She, or rather he now, shrugged as he walked back to the bed, collapsing next to Calvin, “D'know, guess ol’ Leo’s gonna be wakin’ up with a big ole set of tits.”

They both laughed, “Good for Leo, I guess. But I guess I should start calling YOU Leo. Are you ok with staying this way?”

The new Leo looked down at his God-like figure and felt the sensitivity of his cock, “Yeah, I think I could deal, bro. You good?”

Leo swung his meaty arm around Calvin’s head for him to rest on. He squeezed on Leo’s pecs like he used to with his former boobs. Leo looked down at him with a smirk and flexed his other arm. Calvin didn’t know he was bi, but that dicking just felt so GOOD, and he loved his girlfriend (or boyfriend) regardless of who he or she was. The person he fell in love with and the person who loves him is there, no matter what body it’s occupying. “Yeah, I’m good, bro. You think we could try that family spell on me one of these days?”

“Anything for my guy.”

“Or gal,” Calvin added with a wink as they both chuckled.

They both locked in a passionate kiss and then prepared for round 2. They had a lot of exploring to do with this new body.

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Making Progress

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Watching From Next Door

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Sending in a very old prompt

Could you write a story where a cocky and aggressive new musician is about to play his first show but is given a remix of one of his songs to listen to by someone posing as a fan of his. The remix ends up having a hypnotic command for the singer to strip and fuck himself on stage, revealing to all of his fans that the reason he’s cocky and aggressive is to overcompensate for having a tiny dick but now he’s now been hypnotised into loving being humiliated for it?

Music Stock photos by Vecteezy

Brad Collins was an up-and-coming new musician on the scene. He had one song that was released to local radio, and he quickly gained a number of fans. The song was played at least once every hour, and local venues were fighting with each other to get Brad's first show. Brad finally picked a place, but the venue owners kind of wished that he hadn't picked them.

Brad was a bit cocky. The fame had gone to his head, even though it was only local fame, but that was also just how he acted in his everyday life. He thought he was the man and that everything should be his way or the highway. That was on top of being aggressive. Thankfully, he wasn't physically aggressive, but he was quite pushy, and demanded a rider with several unique items on it. The venue scrambled to get all of those ready or prepared by the concert's date, as despite being cocky and aggressive, they could tell that Brad Collins was going to be the next big thing.

The day of the concert finally rolled around and Brad had to do a meet-and-greet before the concert actually started. Most fans just wanted a picture of him, to have one before he became internationally famous. However, one fan, Matthew, had a bit of an odd request for Brad. He didn't want a picture; he wanted Brad to listen to a remix of his song that he had made.

"Sure, bro, yeah, whatever," Brad said, accepting the thumb drive with the remix on it. He handed it to one of his roadies, a stipulation of the rider, and continued on with the meet-and-greet. Eventually, it ended, and Brad had some time to relax before he was needed on stage. He queued up his playlist to listen to, and was surprised when the first song that played was his own. He was cocky and aggressive but not narcissistic. He realized that the roadie had probably put it on the playlist to appease the fan, and Brad rationalized that since it was a remix, it probably wouldn't hurt to listen to it and see what they had done with it.

Surprisingly, there wasn't much that they had done with it at all, except adding some more backing vocals. They were faint and barely audible, and they seemed to be a loop that did not mesh well with the song. After the remix was over, Brad deleted it from his playlist and continued on to the next song, relaxing until it was time to go on stage. However, the remix had done its job, the effects of which wouldn't be revealed until Brad was actually on stage.

It was a couple hours later when Brad finally graced the venue stage with his presence. Since he only had the one hit song and only a couple others that he had written so far, he started with a cover. Once the cover was over, he then launched into his hit song. He had the microphone on the stand throughout the song, which allowed him to take off his shirt easily, exposing his muscular body to his female, and some male, fans. However, Brad didn't stop there.

He pulled his pants down as well, exposing his boxers. Some musicians admittedly did perform in their underwear, but they usually had shirts on and their pants were sagging, not completely off. There was then an audible gasp from many people as the boxers came off as well. Thankfully, the venue was a bar and it hadn't let anyone under 21 enter. The gasps soon turned to laughter as Brad continued with his song, seemingly oblivious to the fact people were laughing at him.

Those that knew Brad now knew why he acted so cocky and aggressive. It was because of the size of his penis. He had what was medically called a micropenis, a tiny nub of a cock that barely made its way past his balls. Some of the fans there took pictures and videos of the nude performance, but stopped doing so when Brad did something strange, even for him right now. He stopped playing the guitar and let his band play on as he positioned the guitar behind him. He then moaned as it became painfully obvious that he was fucking himself with his guitar on-stage, much to the delight of some fans but to the horror of most.

"Get off the stage, you tiny-dicked pervert!" screamed one of the people in the venue. Unfortunately, the hypnosis in the remix which was causing Brad to act like this also made it so that he got turned on by being humiliated for having a small dick. His dick twitched as he continued to fuck himself and got erect, which admittedly wasn't saying much for someone with a micropenis. The jeers and taunts continued and Brad even began leaking pre-cum on stage. A few fans left and by now the venue owners and staff realized that this was not supposed to be part of the show and shut it down.

Unfortunately for Brad, his reputation never came back from that, especially once the hypnosis cleared and he received the videos and pictures from that night. He vowed never to perform again and changed career paths, not even listening to music on the ride to work anymore.

(A/N: I don't think you can see the date when the ask was submitted, but this was way back in late 2022! Thanks for waiting so long and I hope you enjoy this story!)

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Can't remember the exact wording I sent, but I think it was something along the lines of a hunk getting a house cheap, but it turns out it's because it's haunted by the ghost of a mafia boss who wants to possess the guy's body.

"And I have to legally inform you that someone died in this house," said the real estate agent to the hunk standing in front of her. Anthony was emotionless as he took in the news for a couple seconds.

"But that's already factored into the price, right?"

"Yeah," the agent said with a sigh. She had been trying to sell this house for over a year, and Anthony seemed like her best bet.

"Then I'll sign for it later today!" Anthony announced with a smile. This house was a steal, and he was able to afford it thanks to his personal training and OnlyFans income.

"Oh, well, uh, the house is yours then!" the agent replied. "I'll get the paperwork and everything else over to you shortly!" They exchanged contact information and Anthony soon was driving back to his apartment, having already sold that. He was going to crash at a friend's place if this house didn't work out, but he was glad that it did. As both of them were driving away, a voice could be heard coming from the house, but neither of them noticed it.

"He's perfect."

A few days later, all of the paperwork was signed and everything was finalized. Anthony and a couple of his friends helped him to move into his new house. There were many jokes about it being a murder house, but his friends and followers had to admit that it was a steal, especially for the size and amenities it offered as well. Since the house was already partially furnished and Anthony had moved from an apartment to the house, there wasn't much to move and unpack on the first day. His friends soon left and Anthony was left alone in his new house for the first time.

Only he wasn't actually alone. He hadn't pressed for more information about who died in the house, but it was actually a mafia boss who died a couple decades ago in a shootout. Don Arigiano was the top mafia boss in the local area, but he was double-crossed and killed by one of his own. The house had been fully cleaned and all of that, and while local laws dictated that potential buyers needed to be told that someone was murdered in the house, there was nothing paranormal that the previous home buyers thought they needed to do. They were wrong, as the ghost of Don Arigiano haunted the house, and scared off potential buyers of the house who weren't that hot. Anthony was the first buyer in years that Don Arigiano wanted to possess.

As Anthony walked around, continuing to unpack, he felt the room suddenly get colder. "What the fuck!?" he said out loud. He was assured that the heat, water, and so on were going to be on, so he placed the stuff he was carrying down and walked over to the thermostat. Only he never made it to the thermostat. Don Arigiano floated through the air, and during an inhale by Anthony, got sucked inside of him. "What the fuck!?" Anthony screamed once again, as he felt a weird sensation spread throughout his body. Paradoxically, it was like he was loosing control of his body. He felt a coldness spread throughout his body too, but there was seemingly nothing he could do to stop it.

A few seconds later, a very mischievous grin spread across Anthony's face. "I can't believe I'm in the body of such a hunk!" Don Arigiano said. It was still Anthony's voice coming out, but Don Arigiano was in control of everything else. The mafia boss had actually possessed individuals before, so the process of acclimating to a new body was surprisingly smooth. He made his way to the bathroom, the only place right now that had a mirror set up. He had practically memorized Anthony's handsome face by now, so Don Arigiano wanted to see what his new body was like.

He slipped off his shirt and revealed juicy shelf-like pecs that jutted out from his body a fair amount. He felt them up and even played with his new nipples as well, getting them erect and showing off for himself. He then moved on to his impressively chiseled six-pack of abs, which had definitely been hidden by the baggy shirts that Anthony had worn today. "Fuuuuck," moaned Don Arigiano as he felt up his abs, tracing the outlines and flexing them to make them pop more.

He then looked at his arms and realized just how fuckin' massive they were. His biceps were about the size of his head, they were that huge! He flexed in the mirror and did a few bodybuilding poses, really showing off his insane upper body, which was now Don Arigiano's to keep. He then peeled off his pants to reveal some nice muscular legs. What the mafia boss was more intrigued about, though, was Anthony's package. The OnlyFans star wore a jockstrap today, so Don Arigiano admired his plump, juicy, round, and completely shaven bubble butt in the mirror. He even spread his cheeks and got a good glance at his new tight pink hole.

He couldn't wait much longer, though, and pulled down the jockstrap, causing his cock to flop out. One of the reasons he had wanted to be at the top of the mafia was because he had a small cock in his old body. But now that Don Arigiano was in Anthony's body, he was packing some extra heat down there! His flaccid cock reached well past his bulbous balls, and he soon grabbed it and used both hands to stroke it, seeing just how big it was going to get it. Anthony had the total package, pun intended, with an eight-inch cock going past his belly button and one that had a surprising amount of girth to it, considering its size. Don Arigiano then unleashed a massive cumshot into the sink, his body writhing with pleasure as loads of loads of thick and creamy cum spewed from his dick.

Now that Don Arigiano had had his fun playing with Anthony's body, for right now, it was time to get down to business. The mafia boss had thought long and hard about this while he was a ghost and not possessing anybody, and decided it would be better if whomever he possessed didn't try to go into the mafia again. So, the next couple hours or so were spent getting acclimated to his new life, learning what Anthony did for work, if he had a girlfriend or boyfriend, and so on. Poor Don Arigiano had to look up OnlyFans and figure out what it was, but once he realized what it was, and what a whore he actually was, he was impressed with Anthony. The man played up his best attributes, and Don Arigiano supported that. Personal training was going to be a bit difficult to continue, but a quick look at his bank account showed that OnlyFans was making up the bulk of the monthly income anyways.

And so "Anthony" became an OnlyFans star exclusively, and a surprisingly lucrative one at that. On X and other social media, he added "Top 0.5%" to his profile, and fans loved how interesting his videos were, in addition to being fuckin' hot! And as for what happened to Anthony himself, well, he was stuck in his own body while all of this was going on. Don Arigiano was in control, and there was no fighting back. Anthony didn't hate that the person who was controlling his body and mind had turned him into a porn star, but he very much would have liked to be in control while it happened!

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Could you make a story where Bruce Wayne/Batman becomes a blonde himbo?

Bruce wasn't too keen on the new arboretum that had opened up seemingly overnight. It had Poison Ivy written all over it, but unfortunately, none of her tell-tale signs were there. He decided to go undercover as Bruce Wayne and check out the arboretum and see if he could find anything amiss. He did decide to go along, as to not arouse any suspicion by bringing a young adult with him on what was supposed to be mostly a business trip.

Bruce soon arrived at the arboretum and was let inside. The staff at the front seemed to be there of their own volition, and there were no signs of Poison Ivy's involvement thus far. The Batman did have to listen to a spiel before he was allowed to roam around fully, though. It was mostly about plants Bruce had heard of before, but one specifically caught his attention. He didn't recognize the name of the plant, and he was surprised it was even allowed to be grown in the arboretum when the worker said that its pollen was highly addicting and life-changing.

Naturally, Bruce went straight for this flower he didn't know anything about, which was exactly what Poison Ivy wanted. Yes, it was true that she was the one behind this arboretum, but did everything in her power to not make it appear that way. She had wanted Batman to investigate and fall for her trap, but it was actually easier to ensnare Bruce Wayne. Pamela had heard the rumors in the criminal underground that the billionaire and Batman were one and the same. Even if that weren't true, her plan would still affect a multi-billionaire quite harshly.

Bruce arrived at the flower, which outwardly looked quite innocuous. Once he made sure no one was around and was looking at him, he leaned in closer and decided to yank it out of the soil. He normally wouldn't have done such a thing, but it was a matter of public safety. However, before it could be yanked out, Poison Ivy activated a release mechanism and what Bruce assumed to be pollen was sprayed all over his face. Even Batman couldn't help but accidentally breathe some of the "pollen" in, which was exactly what Poison Ivy wanted, especially if Bruce and Batman were the same person.

After being sprayed with the pollen, Bruce quickly made his way back to the Batcave, where he could run some tests on the pollen that was indiscriminately sprayed on him. Both Alfred and Damien were in the Batcave when the Caped Crusader arrived.

"How was the trip to the arboretum, Master Bruce?"

"Yeah, dad, are we gonna fight Poison Ivy any time soon?"

"I was sprayed with some sort of pollen. I need to run some tests to determine what it is."

"I'll get right on that, Master Bruce."

"Fuck, Dad, I really wanted to tussle with Poison Ivy today!" Damien stormed off to his room as Alfred and Bruce began running the tests. Test after test turned out to be inconclusive or negative, and Bruce ran through a litany of plants, including some that weren't even native to Earth. It was well after midnight of the day that Bruce visited the arboretum that he decided to call it a night.

"Thank you, Alfred, you can go to bed now. I've pretty much exhausted all of the flora I can think of. I can run any additional tests that might come up myself."

"As you wish, Master Bruce. And thank you," Alfred muttered under his breath. He was a bit old, after all, and did need his sleep. Bruce ran a few more tests himself using some obscure and extinct flora as well, before finally calling it a night as well. The "pollen" was set to take affect once Bruce went into REM sleep. The Batman woke up the next morning, and within seconds, immediately realized something was wrong. He quickly found the closest mirror and confirmed it.

Bruce Wayne was now a blonde. He quickly made his way to the Batcave and ran a few tests on his hair follicles. It shouldn't have been possible, but he was now somehow a natural blonde. Bruce being Batman, he of course realized that the "pollen" from yesterday had caused this change, but even he wasn't sure how. No pollen, or really any natural substance that he knew of fundamentally changed DNA in such a specific way. Bruce was unfortunately soon called away on a Justice League situation and couldn't run additional tests, lest he let Alfred in on his hair color secret. Thankfully, his cowl completely covered his hair, so there were no questions from Clark, Diana, or the rest of the team as they solved the situation at hand.

One thing Bruce did notice throughout the mission was that his muscles seemed to ache with every passing second. Even someone like Bruce wasn't immune to muscle aches and pains, but it seemingly lasted the entire day. There was nothing Bruce could do about it, and he was surprised that he was still able to function by the end of the mission, considering just how bad it had gotten. Once he was back in the Batcave, he ran some additional tests, not even bothering to figure out the cause of his newly-blonde hair.

The results came back, and they were quite surprising. Bruce had actually gained a fair amount of muscle all over his body over the course of the day. He knew that it wasn't completely impossible to do; the pollen might have had Bane's venom mixed in or some other muscle growth substance involved. He ran even more tests on the pollen, but it all came back inconclusive or negative. So far his symptoms were being blonde and muscle growth, but not even Batman could put two and two together over what was happening to him. He finally went to bed, and fell into REM sleep fairly quickly, causing one of the last changes to take effect.

Bruce woke up the next morning and went to the bathroom to piss. After he did so, he played with his impressive eleven-inch cock for a few minutes and admired his appearance in the mirror. "I'm, like, so fuckin' hot, teeheehee!" It wasn't long before Batman blew his load all over the sink, and he didn't even bother to clean it up before going downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning, Master..." Alfred didn't finish his sentence, dropping the food he was holding as he was shocked at the sight in front of him.

"Like, hi, Alfred, teeheehee! What's for, like, breakfast?" Bruce asked, plopping his nude muscular body down at the dining room table.

"Oh, uh, Master Bruce, is everything, um, alright?" Alfred asked, clearly asking a rhetorical question. He pressed a button and Damien soon appeared in the dining room, just as shocked as Alfred was. However, the young crimefighter had an explanation for this.

"Alfred, I think I know just what this might be. I've read some stories about it, erotica really, but I think Bruce was somehow infected by real-life himbo powder!"

"And himbos are the male equivalent of the reductive term 'bimbo', correct?"

"Yeah, and unfortunately Dad has all of the tell-tale signs of being a himbo, especially in the stories I've read. He's a dumb muscular blonde now."

"And what about a cure, Master Damian, if there is one?"

"Uh, I've never read a story where becoming a himbo was cured."

"Like, you look hot, teeheehee!" Bruce said, standing up and feeling up Damien's body, since he was only in his underwear, wanting to answer Alfred's call ASAP. Damien had a surprisingly strong right hook and knocked Bruce out, at least for a couple minutes.

"I feared that might be the case," Alfred said. "Help me get Master Bruce to the Batcave. It's our turn to run some tests." Bruce was able to be brought to the Batcave and securely bound before he woke up. Clark, Diana, and the rest of the Justice League were called in as backup. They all hated seeing Bruce as a himbo, especially his intelligence had precipitously dropped. For someone like Bruce, it didn't drop as far as it would have with an average Joe, but it was still humiliating to see Bruce like this. The whole team worked for two days straight, but in the end, they couldn't come up with anything to reverse the effects of the himbo powder.

Robin and the rest of the Bat-team took over protecting Gotham City, and "Bruce Wayne" was announced to have died in a freak accident. Poison Ivy was quite pleased with that fact, but she didn't connect the dots either when a new male stripper made his debut at one of Gotham's more high-class joints. He liked to tell clients that he was fucking or sucking that he was really Batman, but no one seemed to believe him. Besides, he was probably much better at gyrating on stage and having sex than he was fighting crime!