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You still startled and watched with slight fear and excitement as the water-like substances from the shower coalesced into one huge lump that started to appear to resemble a human skin. But rather than calling 911 or getting yourself out from the shower, you just froze there while occasionally touching it and feeling it firmed up time to time. Not long after, a perfect copy of yourself appeared right in front of you, the water that once merged with its body and helped it to reach the needed mass and height now just cascaded down through the body as if it wasn't a body of water mere minutes ago. As you finally whispered

"What the actual fuck?"

It mimicked you with the perfect expression and tonality which sent you to your slumber as your heart taken by surprise by its mimicry.

When you wake up, you still slumped in the same shower with no sense of clarity for how long you've passed out. But, your eyes quickly noticed the wet footsteps. You follow it to see that it leads straight to the front door of your apartment with no detour whatsoever. Wherever that creature is going, roaming around LA almost butt-naked and still drenched from the shower, you can only hope that it's not doing any criminal or dangerous activity whatsoever that can harm you or your friend

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The alien watched over the crowd minding their own business around the beach. The shades hide his observant eyes as he scanned the beach for new cover

He locked his sight to a guy with almost the same build as his current build. The dryness of the area, how he's surrounded by sand and noting the fact that the water nearby is clearly filled with lots of iodium is not necessarily giving him much option to get bigger. Getting smaller is also not an option as it means he needs to sacrifice his build, so he watched this guy attentively from afar, learning all his moves and his mannerism and spotting all the details on his look.

As he watched the target and several of his guy friend's leave, he then morphed himself to resemble the guy from head to toe, except for the glasses that remained the same, before strutting to the workout area himself. He changed his clothes as he copied a clothing he watched over worn by mannequin in front of a clothing store and as he entered the premise, copied exactly all the workout the guy did.

Having contact with the workout equipment helped him to connect with the traces of the guy's imprint left behind. He managed to absorb all the info, like where the groups headed next, the workout routine, the plan the group have for the night and most importantly, all the member of the group's name including his current name

"Ryan," he mumbled to himself, as he then flexed his muscle just exactly how the real Ryan did and groaned loudly

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As soon as those guys were out of the gym I put my little friends on the floor to take on their form.

"This is gonna be fun!"...

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Couldn't believe it when this slimy mass had grown into the perfect copy of my roommate. I didn't even question it's friendly intentions the moment I noticed it moving under my blanket.

It just sat there when I removed it's cover, slightly translucent, in a dirty, blueish tone, feeling like it... looked at me.

Without really able to grasp it I kinda knew what would happen, everything felt, felt, like I was totally content.

When it slid down, started to grow, nurtured by my knowledge until I recognized human features, skin, limbs, the face... of Jake! Even his underwear I saw some days ago.

And as if the creature knew my thoughts, it looked at me, seemed to incourage me without words, to step closer, to explore...

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“Damn, it really works. I’m inside this hunk and he has no idea at all that he already body swapped with me, a fucking Vietnam War veteran. Fuck, his body is even way better than mine during my time in the army, and he’s not even in the army” said Michael, mumbled and admired himself as he successfully body swapped with this young piece of stud that walked behind him

“This devilish smirk and sexy goatee plus these guns surely will work perfectly to score some boypussy………wait what the hell? I’m straight, what the hell is wrong with me now? Oh God, fuck, I spotted a hungry twink that secretly ch……dammit…..I can’t be gay, I love chicks and this body build to fuck that……twink ass senseless……OHHHH FUUUCKKK I CAN’T, I SHOULD RESIST THIS GAY URGE, FUUUUCCKKKK…….GODDAMMIT…….that twink bites his lips, he’s definitely lusting over me. He’ll be in my bed tonight and I’ll teach him the proper way to tease an alpha like me,”

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Jason Chen smiled at me….. Clearly, Barry managed to possessed him in the woods then. Not in a million year that hunky Chinese-American wrestling jock will smile at me, hell, he even considered me as faggot. Even my school used both of us as campaign symbol to eradicate stereotyping between students because here I am, a 5'5", 18 years old Caucasian nerd with blonde hair and in the opposite, there’s this hulking Mongoloid figure with his slanted eyes, black hair and framed with such Adonis god-like healthy youth body. With Barry in his body, controlling every single neural system and lifelihood, I think we will become the face of another campaign, which is my school anti-homophobia campaign. But for now, I’m going to go to Jason Chen’s house and let the muscular Asian stud fucked me good. With Jason dominant attitude and Barry’s versatility, I think I’ll get lots of fun tonight, whether I’m on top, or bottom.

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Confidence is hot!

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Confidence is the Key

I've been watching him the whole day from a distance, here in the gym. Something about how his boyish look looks so insane in contrast to his huge, muscular body. Every time I hear him grunt or groan from doing a set of his workouts, I feel my heart pounding in my chest and my dick throbbing inside my sweatpants. If anyone would be my first subject, this guy is the best subject right here in the gym.

I maintain my distance from him, careful not to give him any reason to be suspicious of my presence. Anxiety, stress, and fear slows down the effect of my gift. Good thing that people tend to feel energized and pumped up after a good workout. So I bid my time, do some time with the treadmill and the Jacob's ladder step machine while keeping tabs on my target. After 2 hours of pushing his body to its limits, my man throws in the towel over his shoulder, high-fives his spotter, and goes into the locker room.

I give him a few minutes before I follow him into the locker as to not be suspicious. There are only a few men at the gym today so it's not hard for me to figure that my man is inside the stall where the shower is running. I place my hand over my crotch to hide my raging boner poking a hole through my sweatpants. If someone sees a short, skinny, and lightweight man like me, hanging around the locker room with a raging boner, people might figure out what I'm up to. But who am I kidding? Magic has become part of pop culture and people treat it as a fantasy rather than a lost art.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my man opening the stall door and coming out from his cold shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He hums a popular song about meeting up in an apartment as he light bangs his head in tune and walks past me. My man didn't even give a dime about how I looked at him as he got out of the shower until he reached his locker. As he casually puts his underwear, I slowly walk up behind him and extend my hand until I'm touching his muscular back.

Before my man can react, I shoot out my newly weaved spell into his spine. His whole body froze up as he dropped his underwear that he was holding. His arms fall to his side as I can feel him tensing his body, struggling to fight off the invading threads of my spell spreading its influence and control all over his body. I wait for a couple of minutes before removing my hand from his back. My man's posture adjusts as he slowly turns at me with a confused and angry look on his face.

If my formula is correct, my spell should be able to piggyback on the subject's confidence and pride to bring out their innate need for approval and validation of their magnificent self. My spell will then increase their agreeableness ten folds and direct it towards me. Every compliment I give will make them feel so good since they will genuinely believe me and slowly make them feel the constant need for my recognition. Before he could say anything, I introduced myself to my man, and gave him his first test.

"We're cool, you like it when I touch you like that. In fact, you want to show off in front of me so that I'll touch your body even more." I calmly say to my man as he raises his left eye brow and pouts his lips just a little.

"Oh yeah, so how do you feel about this? Want to touch these guns?" He jokingly says as he raises both of his arms in front of me and mimics some bodybuilder poses that he knows will accentuate the triceps and biceps that he worked so hard for.

"Aren't they beautiful? You can touch them if you like, I won't mind." My man invites me as he gives me a sultry look while pouting his lips seductively.

He looks so proud of himself right now, a good indicator that my spell is working as intended. I proceed to get closer to my man as I start touching his bulging arms, making him sigh proudly as I caress every curvature and depression of his arms like a piece of sculpted art. I look at my man's eyes as he stares confidently back at me.

"Tell me your full name, age, ethnicity, height, weight, foot size, sexual orientation, current romantic relationship, hobbies, and sports you play." I calmly ask my man as he chuckles at my sudden requests, enjoying the attention as I explore his torso nest.

"Name's Brad Thomas Thompson, but most people call me Big Brad. I'm 25 years old, Causasian. I stand at 6'8" and weigh around 260 pounds, mostly muscle. My shoe size is 14, if you were wondering," Brad says with a wink while his large hand finds your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he continues.

"Sexually, I've always identified as straight, fucked a bunch of sluts, but not planning to be tied down for now. As for hobbies, I love football, working out, and... well, Football!" Brad finishes with a big grin on his face as I continue to let my hands wander all over his pillowy, meaty pecs.

"Oh, I'm also 25! I'm Cleto, by the way. Nice to meet you, Big Brad. You look so handsome and manly up close. And gosh, you smell so musky even after a shower. Such a man." I purr as I plan to stoke his ego even more, giving my spell inside his body a boost as it piggybacks on his confidence and pride.

"Oh Cleto... I'm a man, alright. I don't usually talk like this to fags like you, but damn twink, you just know how to catch my attention." Brad's grin grows widely as he towers over me, places his right hand on my shoulder, and flexes his left arm to let me get a whiff of his musk.

I just smirk back at Brad. The first part of my spell is a success. The subject's usual inhibitions and reservations crumbles as my spell skyrockets their confidence to an insane degree, one where they will do anything that feels right in the moment without thinking too much about. Now that's done, let's see if Big Brad here will pass his second and last test.

"it's been nice talking to you, Big Brad. See you again some time." I just said my goodbye as I turned around and walked away.

I walk to my locker and gather my things as I can feel Big Brad doing the same. He would occasionally sneak a peak at me before he continues packing up with a smile. As I walk out of the locker and out of the gym. I can feel the presence of my spell close by, knowing that Big Brad is still checking me out. I get into my car and let out a sigh, smiling as this will be the hardest part of the test. I just hope that it will be as rewarding as I hoped it would be.

For the next few days, whenever I go to the gym, I would see Big Brad pumping the heaviest weight he can manage and letting out loud groans as he works out. I will just focus on doing my stretches and cardio since my goal is to stay slim and not build up heavy muscles. I like being petite so cardio will be fine. While doing my workouts, Big Brad will occasionally walk up to me, talk to me about how he's pushing his body to its limits, and how pumped up he was that day. I would smile and compliment him all the time, as we walked into the locker room and got changed.

After two weeks of repeated cycles, I notice that Big Brad is acting so differently today. The moment I walk into the gym, I just see him standing there at the front desk. I notice him fiddling with his wavy hair, checking his face on his phone, and even smelling his breath for some reason. I flash a smile on my face as I walk up to the front desk to sign in.

"Hey, Big Brad! Are you working for the gym now?" I ask as I write on the sign in form.

"Nah, just manning the fort while Jeeves take a leak. In for your daily cardio?" He asks as he immediately hovers in front of me while I write down my details.

"Yeah! I easily gain weight when I'm not moving around." I causally reply as I look up and see him brightly smiling at me.

"Oh yeah? I know a lot of weight loss exercises that you can do to lose weight and build mass at the same time." Brad offers, with a smirk plastered on his face.

"I like being petite, so I have to pass." I said as I walked away from the front desk and headed to the locker room to put my bag.

As I finish putting in my stuff, I pull out my Bluetooth headphones and start playing my favorite workout tunes. I check my phone for any notification before I lock my locker and turn around. I suddenly bumped into Brad as I didn't notice him standing behind me. He reached out to my headphones and yanked it off my ears. He's staring at me with a darkened gaze and with a smug smirk.

"Didn't know you're into harassing weaker men, Big Brad. I guess I just thought better from you." I chuckle, trying to dismiss his sudden assertiveness.

"Yeah, not harassing, more like taking what I deserve. You didn't even notice my haircut, Cleto. I was hurt you didn't compliment me. I thought that you of all people would notice if I change my hair since you see me everyday. I believe you owe me." Brad says, his voice deep and dripping with something else while his eyes are expecting.

I look around the locker room and it seems that Brad and I are alone. I just realized that I haven't seen anyone working out when I walked in. I look up to Brad as I fake a nervous laugh.

"Oh, right! Your hair looks a little different than usual, Big Brad. It looks good on you. Say, where's everyone, by the way?" I ask as I feel Brad getting closer to me.

"Jeeves wants to close the gym early because he has a party to go to. I asked him if I could stay for a little while since you haven't arrived yet. I know you always arrive at the same time so I said to Jeeves that I can hold the fort just until you come in. He actually teased me that I'm smitten, you know? I've never been like this with anyone else." Brad explains as he slowly inches closer to me, until he's so close that I can feel the heat coming out of his body. His eyes are looking down at me, hungry and expecting.

"Big Brad, are you saying that you like me?"

"Don't be naive, Cleto. I know what you're doing these past couple of days. I know you like me, and I mean, who wouldn't. It might have taken me this long to consider the possibility of being with a gay twink like you. Take it as a favor from me that I'm actually talking to you right now, alone, and I waited for you to come in." Brad placed his huge, calloused hand in my shoulder as he forced me to sit down on the beach behind me.

I smile at Brad. He just passed my second test. Since confidence is already high enough, he's willing to do anything he feels like doing at the moment. Right now, he craves my approval and willingly stays in the gym until I come in. But after everything didn't play out as he planned, he tossed aside his ego and talked to me, thinking that he could get my approval by approaching me like this. Now's the time to turn this around to my advantage.

"Well, it's true that I like you, Big Brad. But I don't think you're right for me. I don't think I'll be a great partner for you. Again, I appreciate your effort and gesture, but I have to reject your advances." I plainly say to Brad, which made his lips twitch and his eyebrow squint.

"Cleto, I don't think you understand what I'm offering here. You will be MY boyfriend. Look at me. Do you think I casually offer myself to any faggot beside you? I'm the whole package, baby, who wouldn't want to be with me?" Brad confidently states as he places his foot on the beach, trying to intimidate me.

"Well, apparently me. Look, Big Brad. You're a great guy. Like I said when I first saw you, you're so manly and handsome. Those are great attributes for a man to have. You can be with anyone who likes those types. But for me, I think my presence in your life will give you nothing new. You offer everything on the table and I don't have anything else to give in return." I look into Brad's eyes as I can see his confusion.

"What are you talking about? You like me, you should be over the moon that I'm being this close to you." Brad scoffs at my words.

"Well, I understand you're confused, Big Brad. What I'm saying is that, you're offering yourself to be my boyfriend, but what can I offer to you in return? You have everything you need with yourself. You don't need me after all."

Brad appears to be clearly taken by my question that he starts questioning his actions. My spells inside him body allowed me to hear his conflicting thoughts. Why does he like me? What do I have that makes him want me? What is so special about a short, weak twink like me? What compels him throw himself like this to a lowly faggot when he knows he's straight? In a flash, my spell inside his mind and body works its use and starts realigning his thoughts. Brad's mouth opens without him realizing it.

"You know how to make me feel good just by talking to me. I can push with my workouts so hard because I know you'll like my body. I want to look good for you. I want... I want to be good for you." Brad finds himself saying as his eyes widen and his breath hitches.

I smile as my spell completes its purpose. I slowly walk up to Brad as I look straight into his eyes. I reach up to touch his handsome face as he finds his head tilting sideways and rubbing on my palm. His eyes tell me that he has no idea what's happening right now, but he feels so good after saying all of that.

"I see. I think I get it now, Big Brad. You want to be mine, yes? You want to be my good boy." I softly say, the effect on Brad instantly becomes evident.

I see his Adam's apple going up and down as he swallows his spits. He exhales as the air coming out of his mouth vibrates intensely. His eyes are already telling me what I need to know. His head slowly nods as he closes his eyes and starts rubbing his face against my palm harder. I can feel his whole body trembling from the need that now becomes obviously hard to ignore.

"Very well, close the gym before we go. You have a car, right? Let's meet in the parking lot." I purr as I slowly walk away from Brad and let him do what he needs to do.

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I view confidence as the driving force in humans. The feeling that pushes them forward and lets them accomplish almost everything. Pride, on the other hand, is how a person sees himself. The idea of who he is, how he thinks, how he acts, and how he interacts. My spell uses these two human concepts and floods the subject's mind and body with it until they snap. Once they do, my spell will override these concepts and replace them with one single thought, me.

It's a slow burn but the result is absolutely amazing. I turn my head to my right as I place my hand on his thigh. I can feel his magnificent body tensing as I glide my palm up to his thigh. I smirk as I give him a firm squeeze while he grunts in response.

"You're so manly and handsome, Brad. I love having a good boy like you around." I softly say as I see a smile forming on his face.

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He started off so kind and innocent, gangly and nerdy. Someone one day would undoubtedly find his intellect and good nature charming, but he didn’t think so. He was tired of the anxiety, the second guessing, the isolation. He wanted a shortcut to being popular, to being wanted, no matter the consequences. So as the pleasure started to build he could tell he was getting what he wanted. His face slowly gaining some structure, his hair some volume, a little mass to his bony frame that was gradually becoming actual muscle. Then there’s that shift I love. That moment he didn’t expect and embraces, when the pleasure builds and cock begins to thicken, when that innocent wonder gives way to pleasure and desire, when that dumb cocky smirk begins to spread across that face and all that brilliant intellect begins to dim from those eyes. That’s when the real fun begins, when he starts growing and moaning into a hunk built only for showing off and pleasure. I’d say we both got what we wanted. Would you?

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Young, Hung and Ready to Fuck

“Oh yeah,” Terrell licked his lips hungrily and ran his fingers up and down the abs on his athletic young body. “Lookin’ good!”

The 44-year-old gay man had successfully used a mind-transferrence device to switch bodies with his 22-year-old nephew, Elijah. Standing in front of the mirror, Terrell flexed his muscles happily, admiring the solid sixpack he now called his own. His gaze then dropped to the impressive bulge in his underwear as he turned to the side.

"Damn," he muttered. He had forgotten how good it felt to be young, hung, and always ready to fuck!

Terrell, now Elijah, finally put his phone down and stopped taking pictures of himself, at least for the time being. He felt deeply satisfied knowing that Elijah's life was now his own, and from now on, he would be the one in control of Elijah's body and mind.