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[clevertreephilosopher]

I desperately wanted to get back to my original body, but Fredrick—a lively, older Scottish man I’d met at a bar earlier that night—convinced me otherwise. He suggested we make the most of the night by experiencing life from each other’s perspective. I was tipsy and, feeling adventurous, I agreed.

The next day arrived faster than I’d expected, and I was still Fredrick. I groggily pulled on some clothes and walked over to my own body to wake him up. Fredrick, grinning, asked me to call him by my name. I hesitated, then tried, “Fredrick… I mean, Ben… wake up.” He opened his eyes and smiled, clearly enjoying the role reversal.

We decided to go for a morning walk, chatting as we strolled through the quiet streets. Fredrick confided that he loved the rush of being young again, though he assured me he understood that I’d need my life back soon. But as days went by, we continued to explore together—hiking, talking, and laughing. I found myself adapting to his body, even picking up his thick Scottish accent and some of his expressions, just as he began to mirror my own habits.

The longer we stayed this way, the less we talked about swapping back. Eventually, I was dropped off at the airport, still in Fredrick’s body, with a promise that I’d try to return next month to California. There, perhaps, we could finally swap back—if we still wanted to. Until then, I was embracing my new life in Scotland, ready to enjoy his old haunts and friends. He might have been a bit of a drinker, but he was also responsible—a solid, steady presence.

Landing in Scotland, Fredrick home country, I found myself unexpectedly forced to live as him. It was strange—stepping into a life that wasn’t mine, in a country I’d never visited, yet I was free in a way I hadn’t felt before. Fredrick’s life was his own, and I dove right in, determined to make the most of it. I went to every event I could, drank and laughed with his friends, and experienced the world through his eyes.

There were nights when I made plans to return to California, imagining the moment I’d confront my own face and demand we switch back. But most days, I simply forgot, getting lost in the rhythm of Fredrick’s life. He had a cozy flat to himself, filled with quirky knick-knacks from his travels and shelves of books with spines worn from re-reading. He was single, which suited me just fine. The freedom to move, to explore, to try on new habits, friends, and routines, was intoxicating.

Sometimes I caught myself slipping into his mannerisms—suddenly craving a scotch after dinner or finding myself humming Scottish folk tunes I hadn’t known before. My own memories started blending with his, and I noticed I even started dreaming with his thick accent narrating. It was as though our identities were melting together, his past life merging with mine.

As the weeks went on, something unexpected happened—I started feeling more confident, even sexy, in ways I hadn’t before. Fredrick’s body came with a presence, a ruggedness that felt powerful and commanding. The deep lines on his face, the slight roughness in his voice, and the way he carried himself were all qualities I hadn’t appreciated before but now couldn’t help but enjoy.

I found myself dressing with more purpose, choosing clothes that highlighted this new body’s strengths. When I went out, I noticed the way people looked at me—women would smile, and men would nod in respect. It was thrilling to feel this way, to exude a charisma that felt both unfamiliar and surprisingly natural. I moved through Fredrick’s world with a newfound energy, embracing a sensuality that felt raw and unapologetic, a side of myself I hadn’t known was there.

This feeling, this confidence, made the idea of returning to my old life even more distant. The allure of staying in this powerful new form, of fully owning this unexpected sexiness, was something I was starting to crave.

[clevertreephilosopher]

Did you do this to me? Come on, I’m serious, did you? I need to know. Like it’s not just my body changing, I’ve been forgetting things. Little things, things that make me me and it’s getting worse. Like I can’t focus on work, I’m getting confused about easy shit so easily and I keep on thinking about my body… getting bigger… getting to the gym. It’s like I know all this gym stuff now. It’s becoming all I want to do. Work out, flex, see all the muscle I’m getting…. That and… fuck dude I’m so crazy horny. Mmm can’t not be. Like I can barely think straight with this meat between these thick thighs. Fuck it’s getting big. Like bro, you like these abs? These sick pecs? What till you see this cock. It like totally massive bro. We like gonna fuck? Cause otherwise I gotta like get the gym bro. Hit full body. Take some pics while I’m at it. Huhu so what dya say? What dya wanna do with me?

[clevertreephilosopher]

Life in Retrospect (Part 3)

Staring into the mirror, with the necklace resting cool and heavy against my chest, I considered my next move. If I was going to convince the amulet—and myself—that this body was mine, I needed to make some changes, starting with the basics.

First things first, Mikey’s wardrobe was atrocious.

I rifled through his drawers and closet, finding an endless array of dry-fit shirts in bright, clashing colors and tank tops emblazoned with gym logos. Sure, being a gym bro was hot—I could see the appeal—but the looks were uninspired. He’d draw even more attention if he put in just a little effort.

“Time for a style upgrade,” I muttered, giving my reflection a grin that felt more confident than any expression I’d worn in years.

Memories surfaced of the days when I’d been known for my sharp sense of fashion—tailored suits, leather jackets, crisp shirts that turned heads on the street. I wasn’t about to step back into the polished looks of my old life; I needed something that fit this younger, edgier version of myself.

I hit the thrift stores like a man on a mission. Racks of vintage leather jackets, oversized sweaters, slim-fit jeans, and distressed tees called out to me. I practically cleaned out half a dozen stores, arms loaded with pieces that oozed effortless cool. My bank account took a serious hit, but I didn’t care. This was an investment—in keeping this life, this body.

“You’re gonna love this,” I whispered to the amulet, feeling it warm slightly against my skin.

Back at home, I tried everything on. A brown leather bomber jacket that fit like a second skin, vintage denim that hugged my legs just right, oversized sweaters that spoke of casual mornings at a café—I couldn’t help but admire the transformation. I looked hot as fuck.

The necklace vibrated against my chest, sending a shiver down my spine. Over the next few days, I noticed the dizzy spells became fewer and farther between, a sign that the amulet approved of the shifts I was making. But I knew this wasn’t enough.

Next, I tried changing up my day routines and friends. I started off by pulling away from the gym bro crowd and the endless banter about protein shakes and reps. Instead, I spent more time at cafes with people who shared my real interests, discussing books and philosophy. I went to art galleries, soaking in the quiet, contemplative energy that contrasted so sharply with the loud, boisterous nights out Mikey used to have.

But still, I felt that nagging doubt—the sense that it wasn’t enough. I was racking my brain, wondering what more I could do. I didn’t know Mikey well enough to pinpoint exactly what would be out of character, what would truly convince the amulet that I had made this body mine.

The answer was out there. I just had to find it.

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One night, I found myself at a cozy little art event downtown with some of my new friends. The atmosphere was low-lit, filled with laughter and the quiet murmur of conversations over wine and soft jazz. I felt like I belonged here—a far cry from the sweaty gym floors and blaring music of Mikey’s usual haunts.

I’d been chatting up this guy at my table, a sharp, well-dressed guy named Ollie, who had a laugh that made my stomach do a flip every time I heard it.

Then, out of nowhere, it hit me—a realization that made me almost laugh out loud. Mikey wasn’t gay. There was no way he’d be flirting like this with a guy. This was exactly my chance to cement the swap.

leaned in, giving Ollie a smile that I knew, with Mikey’s rugged jawline and smoldering eyes, would have a hell of an effect. Sure enough, Ollie blushed, his gaze flickering down as I held his attention with just enough tension.

Eventually, we ended up heading back to my place. The anticipation buzzed between us, almost tangible, as we made our way up the stairs. I opened the door, pulling him in with a grin, and wasted no time.

The second the door closed, I reached for the hem of my shirt, peeling it off in one smooth motion. Ollie’s eyes went wide, his gaze magnetized by my bare chest, staring at the thick pecs that looked even better in this new, rough lighting. He was practically speechless, caught between awe and desire as he ran a hand up my chest.

“Damn,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, fingers tracing the defined lines of my muscles.

We moved to the bedroom, and the moment our bodies pressed together, the heat between us spiked. I guided Ollie onto the bed, pulling him close as he shifted onto his hands and knees, glancing back at me with excitement and just a hint of nervousness.

I took my time, positioning myself behind him, savoring the anticipation. With a firm hand, I stroked along his back, moving down over his shoulders and arms, then brushing over his toned torso. I could feel him relaxing under my touch, his body trusting me to lead. With a soft, reassuring whisper, I pressed the tip in, and he gasped, gripping the sheets.

“Relax,” I murmured, leaning down to trail a few kisses along his shoulder blades. My other hand moved to his biceps, kneading gently, helping him ease into the moment.

Slowly, I slid in a bit more, feeling him tense and then loosen as my hands worked their way over his muscles, calming him. I kept the pace unhurried, my hand still exploring his back, his shoulders, even reaching around to his chest, keeping him anchored in the moment.

Once he adjusted, I began moving, each thrust steady and deep. The sound of our breaths and the rhythm of my hips filled the room as we found a powerful flow.

I wrapped my hand around Ollie’s cock, stroking him slowly in time with my thrusts. He groaned, his breath coming in shuddering gasps as I picked up the rhythm, making sure he felt every sensation. It wasn’t long before he was practically writhing beneath me, his body responding to my touch, every inch of him pulsing with desire.

“Come for me,” I murmured in his ear, my voice low and coaxing. I wanted him to feel everything, to lose himself completely. And as I stroked him, watching the tension build in his face, his breathing hitched, his muscles tensing under my hands.

With a sharp gasp, Ollie finally came, his whole body trembling as he moaned, tightening around me. That sudden grip drove me over the edge. The intense pleasure hit me hard, and with a deep groan, I gave in, shuddering as I shot my load into his perky, smooth ass.

Laying back and catching my breath, the necklace pulsed against my chest, vibrating harder than it ever had before. I waited, half expecting something dramatic—a flash of light, maybe a jolt through my body that would make this transformation permanent. But, like before, nothing actually happened.

The next morning, as the first light filtered in through the blinds, I got dressed slowly, savoring every step. I slipped on one of my new outfits, a tight tank that clung to my shoulders, showing off my defined biceps, and fitted jeans that emphasized my strong legs. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but admire the transformation—the way this body wore confidence like a second skin.

Ollie stirred on the bed, watching me with a sleepy smile as I flexed my arm a little, just to see if he’d notice. He did. His eyes widened slightly, and I could tell he liked the show. I walked over, leaned down, and kissed him slowly, savoring the warm feeling that spread through me at the touch.

“That was… amazing,” I said, holding his gaze. "I’d really love to see you again, like, on an actual date. What do you say?"

As the words left his mouth, the necklace around my neck flared up in a frenzy, vibrating and heating until it felt like it was radiating warmth through every inch of me. I felt cascades of pleasure as if I was having 10 orgasms all at once. In that moment, I knew, this body was mine forever.

It was the missing piece, I realized. Mikey hadn’t been the type to ask for a second date or care about much beyond the night itself. For him, a hasty exit before sunrise would’ve been enough. But by wanting something real, something lasting, I’d pushed just far enough out of character to claim this life as mine for good.

Ollie sat up, grinning, oblivious to my inner transformation, and ran a hand over my shoulder. “I’d like that too. A lot.” He flashed a look at my huge biceps. "So… when should we make this date happen?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"How about this weekend?" I replied, pulling him in for another kiss before standing up to grab my shirt.

As I pulled it over my head, the necklace finally cooled, a final confirmation that I was here to stay. I felt lighter, stronger, more alive in this body than ever. I glanced back at Ollie with a smirk, already planning out the rest of the day, and I couldn’t help but think, Damn, it feels good to be Mikey.

[clevertreephilosopher]

Belated Happy Birthday! Sorry I’m so late with this, as a way to say sorry feel free to do what you want with me to help the celebrations last that little bit longer

When you came to you had the intense urge to help someone, the birthday boy. However no matter how hard you were thinking you couldn't think of how. So you just stopped. Stopped thinking, stopped worrying. The moment you did that a warm feeling washed over your body. At the same time your body began to feel tight. Your head felt light.

You looked down to see your arms almost bursting the seams, your pecs almost pushing through. You pulled your shirt over your neck and looked at your rippeling new abs. Your legs burst through your pants as your underwear became home to a python with their eggs. You couldn't help but fondle your new groin and looked over at the mirror in your room. You looked like a brute. A hot sexy brute able to relieve all worries in their partners life. You snapped a pic and send it to your birthday boy. "Omw babe... no worry"

[clevertreephilosopher]

Life In Retrospect (Part 2)

I ran my fingers along my neck again, as if expecting it to suddenly materialize, but all I felt was smooth, muscular skin. If the necklace was gone... did that mean this was permanent? The thought hit me like a jolt of electricity, raising my cock to attention.

I hadn’t expected this, hadn’t thought I wanted something so drastic. But now that it had happened—now that I was staring at the face and body of a man who was young, powerful, and exuded raw sexuality—I could see exactly why this was the wish the necklace had granted. Deep down, beneath the polite smiles and quiet resignation of age, I’d wanted this more than I could admit.

And seeing it, feeling it now… I knew it was right. This body was wasted on Mikey. But now, the thick mustache, the powerful jaw, massive shoulders, the rich, dark hair—they were all mine. All mine.

My hand drifted lower, sliding down over my—his—flat stomach until I felt the warm thickness of his cock, already hard in my grip. I moved to the bed, sinking down onto it as I leaned back and let my hands continue exploring. With one hand stroking my cock slowly, I used the other to feel up my smooth, firm chest, indulging in the primal thrill.

The pleasure built quickly, my breaths coming in shallow gasps, my new voice low and rough as I gave in completely. I stroked myself with a steady rhythm, feeling the warmth pooling in my core, spreading through every muscle, every inch of skin. The sensation was dizzying, almost overwhelming. Finally, I cameMy body tensed, a shudder running through me as waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and grinning at the ceiling as I ran a finger across my stomach and brought it up to my mouth for my first taste. Fuck I could get used to this.

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I settled into Mikey's life with surprising ease. The next few days were a whirlwind of hanging out with his friends, hitting the gym, running around town, and just enjoying the energy that came with this young, powerful body. I felt more alive than I had in years—every step felt strong, every laugh deeper, every meal tastier. Even the simplest things, like the weight of this body as I moved, brought me a thrill of satisfaction.

But about a week and a half in, the glow started to flicker. It was subtle at first—brief flashes of weakness, a strange sense of disorientation that hit me out of nowhere. I’d chalked it up to the gym, maybe pushing myself a bit too hard, but the feeling grew worse, and by the third day, it was undeniable.

One morning, I got home from a run, feeling the most drained that I had since the swap, and sat down heavily in front of my computer. A thought nagged at me. I pulled up the site where I’d first looked up the necklace and scrolled through the pages, scanning the text with growing dread. I found the entry that had originally described the necklace’s powers and read the section again, the words coming into sharper focus than they had the first time.

"The Amulet of Wishes grants the wearer the temporary experience of their deepest, subconscious desire. The magic is designed to fade with time, gradually encouraging the wearer to take action toward meaningful changes in their own life."

Shit.

I kept reading, my eyes darting over the ancient text as I searched for a way to make this last. My heart pounded with urgency as I came across the section I’d been hoping for: the conditions for making a wish permanent.

“In most cases,” the text read, “the wishes bestowed by the Amulet of Wishes cannot be made permanent, as they are based on creation—an inherent violation of the natural laws of the universe. Thus, the magic is destined to dissipate.”

My stomach sank, but I kept going.

“However,” it continued, “there exists one exception: the wish of a body swap. Unlike creation, a swap is an exchange of essences, preserving the balance of natural order. To make such a swap permanent, the grantee must transform their new body to better reflect their unique essence—through altering mannerisms, attire, personality traits, and any distinctive aspect that marks their identity. This process convinces the amulet that the body’s former inhabitant is no longer suited to reclaim it. Only then will the necklace bind the grantee to their new form forever.”

A spark of hope flickered in my chest, but I wasn’t out of the woods yet. The entry concluded with a note on how to summon the amulet if it had already disappeared: an incantation, ancient and direct.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I whispered the words aloud. The room seemed to shift, the air crackling around me. I felt a familiar weight settle against my neck—the amulet, its cool metal pressing against my skin.

I exhaled slowly, a mix of awe and anticipation coursing through me. The first step was complete. Now, it was time to begin the ritual to claim this body as my own for good.

I stood up, looking at myself in the mirror—the sharp eyes, the rugged face, the powerful build that I’d inhabited over the last week and a half. This would take more than superficial changes; it would take commitment, subtle shifts in behavior, and the kind of confidence that came naturally to Mikey but had always eluded me.

“Alright,” I murmured to my reflection, feeling a surge of determination. “Let’s get started.”

Stay tuned for Part 3.

[clevertreephilosopher]

[clevertreephilosopher]

Only Fans industry

Hey there, my name is Joe, and as you can tell that I am a rugby player from the UK. This sports is amazing as I love being tackled by all the hot, sweaty, muscular guys, but it doesn't do my justice as I just constantly want to have fun in the changing rooms.

What did help that I use OF a lot to chat with the hot guys on there, especially the horny twinks and twunks. There was this one guy from America who loved chatting to me. Matthew, his name was he was. We chatted for hours and hours, and he said he wanted to experience me and asked my permission to swap places.

I thought it was a roleplay situation, but as I agreed. Everything went foggy. . . .

I woke up feeling really odd. The strength wasn't there, but my bulge was raging like mad, which was sending me into a complete horny meltdown. I looked and saw I was now, Matthew! Instantly, I started touching myself as each touch on my sensitive skin was sending me crazy. I couldn't believe the size of my bulge now as I slide my hand into my sexy underwear and started jerking off furiously.

It didn't take long to spew out loads after loads over my sexy chest, feeling the warm, thick loads of my pure twinky DNA. I emptied my entire loads and decided to send it to my former self.

He sent lots of wink emojis and told me that releasing your loads only seals the body swap deal.

I laid there in shock, but I definitely got the better deal as now I can make content while being horny. Easy way to bring in cash while loving myself.

[clevertreephilosopher]

Personal Training - Part 2

Part 1 Here

The walk to this place was hell, old clothes in my bag that wouldn't fit me, wearing this gym kit, sweaty, I looked like a dickhead gym bro coming back from workout. I first kept tryna hide myself at first, more I walked tho seeing myself in reflections, fuck I looked good, wtf this is not me why I even agreed to do this... But it felt amazing, girls and guys both giving me looks.

I arrived at the store, was one of these designer places for straight boys, I usually went to lil vintage places. I entered slowly still tryna hide myself when the guy stood behind the counter looked up.

'Yo you good my bro, you Ollie yea?' I nodded slowly still wanting to run out the door 'Sweet I'm Malachi, Jabar said you were coming, gotta get you fitted he said, switch up ur look a bit' I looked at the stuff on the rails 'Um... yea I don't usually wear this stuff, like you got anything vintage?' he smirked and stood up from the counter 'Nah bro you look like you'd rock all the kit in here, gotta get you looking like an alpha' he disappeared into the back, he looked like the kinda dude who called himself that tbh, wearing a Palm Angels tracksuit, body even better than mine even after growing during training.

He then reappeared holding a bundle of clothes 'Gonna start you with this bro, gotta get you base layer n then work up, you can put it on n I'll pick yous out some other bits yea?' he handed me the clothes and gestured to the changing room. I got in the fitting room and started to pick through the pile. Grey Nike hoodie, matching grey Nike joggers, Versace boxers, white Nike socks and a black Nike compression t-shirt, he'd also placed a iced out chain in a box on top and a chunky silver watch, fuckk whole outfit, this guy wasn't joking when he said he was gonna get me fitted.

I rlly didn't wanna wear this but I felt kinda bad, and it was either this or stay in the gym gear. I stared at myself in the mirror, barely recognised myself tbh, tracksuit, ripped body, only thing I still recognised was the head, it felt so weird, scary like my whole life was rewriting itself. I ran my hands over my bicep, fuck it felt good tho, these clothes were soo nice, my body looked so sexy....

'Yoo you changed bro?' Malachi shouted, I pulled back the curtain 'Looking gooood my g, wanna try this on?' he held out a Burberry puffer jacket, my size, it actually looked so nice... I slid it over my shoulders.

This felt... kinda good, amazing not gonna lie, felt like my masculine energy was talking over a lil.

'Fuckk bros you look amazin' Malachi said while whistling 'Almost wanna wear it myself' I gave a cocky grin replied 'Soo how much?', he laughed 'Jabar sorted it for yous bro gotta look the part if ur gonna be an alpha bro' wow I was stunned, I felt amazing, in kit Id literally never wear, with a body that wasn't mine. Malachi then perked up 'You wanna improve ur look even more yea? I can hook you up with a sickk barbers near here, get ur hair looking like real bro, girls be dying to date u'. Girls? I was gay tho, literally at pride a few days ago, so why did that turn me on?

'Got you booked in my bro, they expecting you, get you a propa guys trim' I replied almost as if automatic 'Sweet bro, i'll head over' he grinned 'Yous gonna come back here for more kit? Mates of Jabar get discount keep yous looking fresh' I replied 'Yeah man i'll be back, kit feels amazing' still wondering wtf I was doing he said 'Get ur appointment bro you'll feel like a whole new alpha male'.

This felt surreal, like whole mind was a mess rn, going between gay side of me screaming, me asking why tf I got into this, why it felt so amazing, felt like a new side of me was tryna come out, feeling like I wanna bulk more, wear this kit all the time, get into bed with hot women....

I arrived at the barbers and barely noticing what I was doing said hi to the guy and sat in the chair, almost like I was on autopilot while my mind melted.

The guy took my jacket and simply said 'U ready?' my head nodded staring into the mirror and the guy got to work.

My mind kept spinning as he turned on the clippers and began to shape my new style, this felt like who I am, but it wasn't like wtf got me into this, all I had do was say nah, but I wanna pull don't I, gotta look good to get the hottest ones.

I could barely watch as my hair changed, it looked like my face was as well, my mind was shifting, gym, training, alpha, girls, muscle, real man, fuck gay guys, pussy is where its at, my dick started to get hard in my trackies, thought of kissing a hot af woman exploring her was turning me on. My face prickled a little, yeah bro lil stubble makes you more man.

Yeah bro ur a man now, gotta start acting like one, forget that lil pussy of a guy u were, u gotta get urself different kind of pussy yea, show her how much of a man you are, how much you want her.

Ur a str8 alpha now bro, act like it, dress like it, train like it.

'Done bro, looks good don't it?' the barber said 'Nice one bro' I replied my voice deeper and fuller than before, I checked out my new shaved head, felt good, looked even better. Slid on my jacket and paid the dude, had to head home get ready for tonight, promised Jabar id send pics of the new style, wanted to show off the alpha energy.

Way home felt amazing, felt people looking, wondering, wanting this, wanting to become me.

I sent the pics when I got home, Jabar replied 'Brooo yous look sickk, gotta get you coached up so u can get urself a gf bro' I replied 'Yea bro deffo can't wait to slide in her for first time ;)' Felt like I was ready for it, my old life was gone, Ollie is gone, Kade is now, str8, gym bro, masculine, designer kit, full on alpha male ready to breed.

Tried new style with this, and my first g2s, more of this style of art on the way deffo, if people like imma do another g2s ;)

[clevertreephilosopher]

Personal Training - Part 1

Sooo Brighton Pride was amazing! Me, best friends, and the ex (we on good terms its okayy).

The others decided to stay out in Brighton at the bars but I was kinda tired soo I headed home on the train. Going through the pics on insta of the day, me, the ex, lotta ones involving glitter haha.

Skipping through the insta stories one then popped up, not someone I followed, name was Jabar, he looked like a typical gym bunny, tanned skin, definitely hot but not my type so why he was on my insta idk. I tried to skip the story but I ended up clicking on some link on it which led to a page saying "Thanks for entering, good luck!".

Shitt, what had I entered? I hit back and turned up my airpods, the story had the guy speaking. 'Yo there my g's for those out there who wanna pull but don't know how I'm offering a my one on one training to one of you guys who enters the giveaway, RESULTS GUARANTEED, will drop a message to the guy who wins soo we can begin ur journey, good luck brothas'.

Well shit, id entered and idk how to cancel it, tbh now I thought a lil it didn't matter anyways since who wins these things anyways. I looked up as the train pulled into London Victoria, welp time to get home...

The weekend, I woke up mega late, fuckk I was tired af from yesterday when I dragged myself outta bed to make a coffee. I hadn't even checked my phone before I sat back on the sofa with coffee and top of my notifications was an insta message.

"Yo brother, got sum amazing news, you our winner! Drop me a message back so we can get ur personalised training set up, u aint gonna wanna miss it, can guarantee ur whole lifes gonna change, u gotta be ready to become that alpha u meant to be. Jabar"

What the actual fuck.... I didn't even follow this.... and now I gone and won this random ass thing. Literally was kinda freaked out like wtf do I do, saying nah would be kinda dickish, but so would ignoring it but wasn't like I was interested in becoming the whole alpha male with potential boyfs throwing themselves at me.

Giving it a lil thought I messaged back with a simple "Hey man" didn't wanna say much more for now few moments later I got a message back "Yo my man, you ready to start imma need your name, age, etc so I can start a plan and get yo coaching schedule, reckon you not gonna need long for you to become ur true self" I sent back a reply "Ollie, 23, 5'9, skinny build etc" why tf did I just do that? Too late now as he replied "Sweet, gonna be sending you some supplements and protein shakes to get you bulking, gym membership comes with at ur nearest if you tell me which" Gym? Id literally never been in my life, always been a complete twink but it never bothered me before, I replied "I don't go gym man, theres one near me but I never gone before" his reply was kinda surprising "That's sound my bro most my guys are same, the training includes membership and ur gear to train in" After that I checked his profile, apart from his pics and shorts there were a few guys on there who were before and after pics, fuckk they looked soo different, most going from skinny average guys to ripped masculine studs, was he gonna do the same to me, but I wasn't insecure like these guys and id probs just do it a little and then let it peter out.

The next day I got a notification that a delivery had arrived for me, it was a pretty big box, I knew it was from this guy on insta since he'd asked for my address. After getting it up the stairs into my place and onto the bed I opened it.

That's a lotta stuff, protein powders, vitamins and supplements, shake bottle and a matching set of grey Nike compression gear, there was also some white Nike TNS a black Nike cap. Wow this looked expensive, felt almost bad like some guy prob rlly wanted to win and here I was. The gym membership was sat on the top at this place near mine and he was gonna send me over my training and what I gotta do on insta.

It came through later, two weeks it ran for, first one was mostly gym and working on physical appearance and personal grooming, like there wasn't anything wrong I'm a neat freak already and crazy about my style, second week was 1to1 coaching on how to be a true alpha male, greeeaaattt....

My first day at the gym, first ever time today, nervous af I made the protein shake to the instructions and also I'd taken the supplements and other stuff before. He'd asked me to send updates of my progress for his insta and I sent a snap awkwardly wearing the gym kit, it felt kinda nice but was like the opposite of what I would wear.

The place was kinda industrial, been set up recently and looked kinda expensive, not that I knew cos was still a gym, the last place I would be on a Saturday but whatever. I took a sip of the shake expecting it to be vile but it actually tasted kinda nice so I took a swig, I looked at the training stuff he'd sent me to tell me what to work on and as if robotically started.

It was weird like I was in a trance like state, barely felt my mind resisting but it was kinda like something inside me wanted this, I took another drink of shake, my subconscious guided me to start lifting, my whole body radiating heat, muscles felt pressure, it felt nice tbh like I belonged, like this inside me was what I needed, what I wanted, what my body was meant to become.

What the hell was that, In the shower my I noticed my body had changed, quite a lot, my muscles were now defined, my skinny twink figure gone replaced by one from a guy who works out regularly, not crazy but definitely muscular, the shake? The training plan? What if I continued, id end up like the Jabar, toned and muscular af. It kinda felt good until I realised, my clothes I brought with wouldn't fit me, like i'd gone up almost 2 sizes and i'd just rip them, fuckk I messaged Jabar "Hey man I didn't realise Id bulk so much and I got nothing to wear now, do I just wear the gym kit home?" he replied "Nahhh bro real men don't gotta go out after gym all hot n sweaty, listen I can hook u up with sum new fits cos I didn't realise ur training would be so good, if you go this place the guy knows me, we collab, he'll fit u up my bro make you look propa" Well great, I'm now gonna have to head to this place, it wasn't far but it was likely gonna be not my style, if its similar to what Jabar wears he is kitted out in designer stuff and tracksuits in all his vids...

Tryin something a lil different with this one, Ollie's gonna be a whole new man, part 2 due asap got it basically ready just gotta proof it, gonna another one of these in this style soon so keep ur eyes out ;)

[clevertreephilosopher]

Waiting For His Size

I harvested an attractive retail drone. He was a sexy Latino man preparing to get promoted to his own store. But when he was turned into a bodysuit, his goals changed a little bit. With me behind the wheel in his flesh, he was now on the hunt for other men to turn into bodysuits.

My opportunity came today to be promoted to customer. When I saw this specimen of a man with muscles and tattoos, I knew I had to have him. I made myself available to him as he walked to the changing room. “Let me know if you need anything at all like another size or another color.” I told him with a mischievous grin. He needed another size to accommodate his muscular legs. When I got his size, I went back to the changing room. I handed him the pair of joggers with one hand while I plunged the syringe deep into his bicep with the other.

He stumbled back into the changing room, which I followed him in and locked the door. My anticipation grew as I saw him hollow out. The clothing that was once straining to contain his muscles grew loose as he became a husk. I picked up the fresh bodysuit still warm from its former inhabitant. I gave it a quick shake and his clothes fall to the floor. I am now holding the naked flesh of my would be customer. Looking at his empty eye holes and sagging mouth, I should feel guilty. But the excitement of a new body overpowers such flights of conscious. I takeoff the skin of the retail drone and prepare to slip into my new identity. With all of his muscles, he should be a tight fit. To my surprise, he fit like a glove.

I leave my former skin in the changing room to add a bit of horror and mystery to my former workplace. I walk out of the store, a new man. I decided against making a purchase today. With my newest acquisition, I don’t need to waste the money to have some excitement. It turns out we didn’t have his size, but he’s the perfect size for me.

[clevertreephilosopher]

The Sauna

Leo sat in the sauna, stretching his legs in front of him. He looked at the thermometer on the wall-180 degrees. Perfect.

His muscles were sore after his workout and he relaxed now knowing he had the entire sauna to himself.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Leo sighed as an older man lumbered in. He looked to be in his 40s and was heavyset, a hairy belly bulging from the towel wrapped around his waist.

Leo gave him a quick smile before looking down. To his surprise, the man chose to sit directly across from him. From the corner of his eye, he could see the man looking at him with a faint smile on his face.

“What I’d give to look like that again.” He said.

“Oh-uh. Did you work out a lot at my age?”

“Sure did, kid. Was the star of our track team. Obviously things have changed since then!” He laughed, patting his stomach.

“Oh, ha…”

The man smirked and unwrapped his towel. Leo tried not to notice, but he saw the man’s semi-hard cock flop out. It was bigger than his own, thicker too. Surrounded by a hearty bush of black hair.

Leo blushed as he turned away.

The man smirked and widened his legs, his golf ball-sized balls dangled low in the heat. With a grunt, he leaned over and picked up a spoon of water and splashed it over the coals.

The sauna filled with steam. More than it should have, the room began to fade away from Leo’s vision. He shifted uncomfortably as he felt his body heat up and his vision blurred.

“Ah, that’s better.” The sound of sweat being wiped from skin sounded across from him.

Wait. That voice was familiar.

Leaning his head down, the steam began to clear. He looked down and was greeted by two fat pecs and a bulging stomach. His hands, once dusted with light blond hair, were thicker and covered in a blanket of wiry black ones.

“Wha…?” His voice came out rumbled and deep, just like the man who had entered the sauna. He grabbed his head as a headache came on and his hands touched his bald scalp.

His meaty palms gripped his scalp and his eyes widened. One hand went to his face and was met with a bush of fur exploding from his cheeks. Leo grabbed a fist full of the beard and tugged as he looked down again.

Craning his head over his large stomach, he saw a fat hairy cock pointing straight up. The skin along the shaft was so much darker than his own. The bush completely wild and untamed. A gentle musk wafted up from his furry balls.

Leo knew it was wrong…but the changes felt so erotic. The foreign cock that dangled between his legs so hypnotic.

As if possessed, one of his hands squeezed his flabby pec and the other gently touched the man’s cock. His hands felt the thick curtain of pubes as he grazed the low hanging sack.

A grunt across the sauna woke him up from his stupor. Grinning back at him was his own face, leaning back with his legs spread just as the man had been sitting before—when they were in their own bodies.

The man had discarded Leo’s own towel on the floor. His familiar hard, yet smaller, pink cock was standing upright.

The man winked. “Doesn’t this feel good? Go ahead and touch my dick. Look, I’ll touch yours.” He tweaked his newly hairless nipples and opened his mouth sensually. Flexing a bicep, he ran a hand along the contours of Leo’s muscles before licking a stripe in the crevice of his bicep.

His hand wandered down to the soft blond fuzz surrounding his new cock. With a gentle hand, he rubbed his palm over it and bit his lip. “Fuck, that’s incredible!”

Leo raised his own larger arm and marveled at how tan and hairy it was. His pits, once delicately dusted with hair, were deep crevices bursting with fur. “How is this happening?” Leo mumbled.

“Don’t worry, kid. I do this all the time. Once our time is up in here we’ll swap back.”

“R-really?”

“You want me to change my mind?”

“N-no!”

“Then let’s have some fun!”

Leo’s brown cock rubbed against the bottom of his belly and he crouched over from the pleasure. He gripped the shaft and pumped it, lost in the pleasure of this old guy’s body. A hand wandered to his beard where he tugged and played with his thick black mustache.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” The man cheered, pumping his young hard wood. Leo watched his own balls jump up and down as the body snatcher jerked his cock.

Leo stood up shakily, unused to the bulk of his body. He walked over to his own body and turned around. He eagerly pressed his fat but muscular ass against his old face.

“You kinky bastard, you want me to fuck you?”

Leo grunted, “yes.”

The man plunged his face between the two mounds covered with hair, lapping at Leo’s new dad hole. Leo groaned loudly as his own tongue greedily lapped at his sweaty fat ass.

Before he could turn around, he felt pressure as the man guided his pink cock home. Leo bent back over as he got pounded from the back, the man grinning at the power of his youthful muscles.

“God my ass is so tight,” the man panted. He smacked one of Leo’s cheeks hard.

Leo’s own cock bounced up and down wildly, smacking his stomach which also bounced as he got fucked mercilessly.

Minutes later, they were positioned with Leo on his wide, hairy back and the man fucking him missionary.

Staring at his own face wracked in pleasure was so strange, but Leo smiled through his thick beard.

Seconds later, he came. White roped shot out of his big brown cock and soaked his chest hair and beard. He felt the man come as well, filling his greedy ass.

“That was incredible,” Leo panted.

“Still want to swap back?”

“Y-yes!”

“Suit yourself.” His old body picked up the spoon again and splashed water on the coals. The steam filled the room again and when Leo came to, he was staring at the bald hairy man again.

As he left, he turned back to the man who was wiping himself off with the towel he had discarded. “I-I wouldn’t mind doing that again…”

[clevertreephilosopher]

Waiting For His Size

I harvested an attractive retail drone. He was a sexy Latino man preparing to get promoted to his own store. But when he was turned into a bodysuit, his goals changed a little bit. With me behind the wheel in his flesh, he was now on the hunt for other men to turn into bodysuits.

My opportunity came today to be promoted to customer. When I saw this specimen of a man with muscles and tattoos, I knew I had to have him. I made myself available to him as he walked to the changing room. “Let me know if you need anything at all like another size or another color.” I told him with a mischievous grin. He needed another size to accommodate his muscular legs. When I got his size, I went back to the changing room. I handed him the pair of joggers with one hand while I plunged the syringe deep into his bicep with the other.

He stumbled back into the changing room, which I followed him in and locked the door. My anticipation grew as I saw him hollow out. The clothing that was once straining to contain his muscles grew loose as he became a husk. I picked up the fresh bodysuit still warm from its former inhabitant. I gave it a quick shake and his clothes fall to the floor. I am now holding the naked flesh of my would be customer. Looking at his empty eye holes and sagging mouth, I should feel guilty. But the excitement of a new body overpowers such flights of conscious. I takeoff the skin of the retail drone and prepare to slip into my new identity. With all of his muscles, he should be a tight fit. To my surprise, he fit like a glove.

I leave my former skin in the changing room to add a bit of horror and mystery to my former workplace. I walk out of the store, a new man. I decided against making a purchase today. With my newest acquisition, I don’t need to waste the money to have some excitement. It turns out we didn’t have his size, but he’s the perfect size for me.

[clevertreephilosopher]

A Body Stealer Tale: A Capture To Remember

When I arrived in Italy, I found out my camera was broken from the travel. Frustrated, I wandered through Italy until I found a small, dusty shop tucked between old buildings. Inside, an elderly shopkeeper offered me an old camera model, calling it "special." I was desperate, so I bought it, not realizing just how “special” this camera would actually be.

I’d only been in Italy for a day when I spotted him—an absolute Adonis. I was just wandering through the cobbled streets of the old town, camera in hand, getting lost in the architecture and the vibes, taking photos of every old building I saw. Suddenly, there he was: this hot Italian guy walking alone past me. I couldn’t resist. I knew it was a little risky, but I raised my new camera to grab a quick shot of him without him noticing.

I mean, I would never see him again after that, so I should as well capture the moment to remember.

But then, the moment I pressed the shutter, there was a flash of bright light. It wasn’t from my camera. It was like a white ball of light bursting out from the man's back and zipping straight into my camera, vanishing without a trace.

And before I could even gasp, his whole body crumpled like a pile of clothes, totally hollowed out. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. I mean, there was this whole empty Italian guy lying there on the street—skin, hair, face, everything—but no bones, no organs, nothing inside. Just a bodysuit.

I just stood there, completely dumbfounded, staring at the bodysuit that had been a whole man only seconds before. Luckily, there was no one on the street but me, which honestly was a miracle. My heart was racing, but curiosity got the better of me. I glanced around, making sure I was alone, and slowly crouched down, reaching out to touch the hollowed man's face. It was surreal, it felt smooth, soft, and very real, I mean... it was real. As I caressed his stubble beard and admired his slack empty face, I noticed an opening on his nape. Curious, I pulled his sagging head by the hair and noticed a small opening on his back, it was the exact place where the ball of light had come out of him.

An idea popped into my head—completely insane, but somehow, I knew I had to do it. Before I could second-guess myself, I slipped off my shoes and started undressing right there on the sidewalk. Yeah, risky, but I wasn’t gonna let this opportunity slip away.

One leg at a time, I stepped into the suit's open hole, pulling his muscular calves and thighs over my own legs. The fabric—no, the *skin*—wrapped around me like a second layer. I could feel his muscles molding to my shape as I slid my arms into his and finally tugged his handsome face over mine like a mask.

Then… something amazing happened. I could feel the strength of his body taking over, the weight of his muscles filling me up, the opening in his back closing, and even his face settling into place over mine. I wasn’t just wearing him—I *was* him.

I glanced down and saw those fit pecs, those ripped abs, and a big flaccid cock that now belonged to me. The guy was very hung, I thought.

I couldn't help but give my new cock a few strokes. I chuckled at the thought of someone walking and seeing this stud jerking off naked on the street.

But I wasn't in the mood to spend my new hot body in an Italian jail, so I grabbed the man's jeans from the ground and pulled them back up. His wallet fell out of his pocket, so I grabbed it and looked for his ID.

"Luca Moretti, 23 years old," It said.

Well, I guess that's my new name for now, I thought as I put a shirt on.

I grabbed the camera from the ground and looked at the lens, my eyes squinted as I tried to look inside for any sign of life, "Hello? Do you hear me?" I waited for a response and chuckled at how ridiculous I looked talking to a camera. I was about to put it inside my backpack when I heard a distant voice in my head. It was a male voice, and it was screaming in Italian.

"Che cazzo sta succedendo? Non sento più nulla… posso solo vedere attraverso questa maledetta lente! Ma cosa mi è successo? Sono intrappolato qui dentro? Non può essere vero… Aiuto! Qualcuno mi tiri fuori da qui, vi prego!"

I couldn't understand what he was saying—I don't speak Italian! I gazed into the lens, letting a look of gentle compassion soften my new features.

"I'm sorry man, I can't understand what you're saying. But it looks like that's your new home now. Your body is mine and It's going to be so fun being you, I hope you don't have a girlfriend because I'm really going to put this ass to use. But don't worry though, I will make sure you get some company soon."

I put the camera inside my backpack and casually walked away as if I’d always been him. I’d never felt this confident in my life, and proof of that was the huge bulge I proudly displayed in my jeans. This is going to be one unforgettable trip.

Next time, I won't be taking photos of old buildings, but of hot men whose bodies I want to capture.

[clevertreephilosopher]

Bro, idk who gave me this v-day card. It was like stuffed in my locker. Bro, when i opened it my body got like huge and my muscles tore through my favorite shirt. I like need to find out who gave this to me and give them a thank you fuck.

[clevertreephilosopher]

He was so sure when he got me into his room he had all the power. I mean look at those muscles, the silver chain, the tattoos, facial hair and just genuine confidence and swagger. Of course this masculine beefcake wanted to be in control because he was used to it. Oh how he was in for a shock, I was hungry and I was going to get what I came for.

It had been a long night, I hadn't scored anyone in a few days and I was desperate. None of my normals were around and people seemed to be more cautious this time of year with HALLOWS EVE so close. Even people who didn't believe in "ghost stories" or the "things that go bump in the night" kept their distance. So I went to another bar and had some bad luck till I ran across him. His name was Brett something, drunk beyond belief, his bros who didn't know he was playing for the other team had just left and I hadn't made any obvious signs of noticing him.

He circled me like prey before swaggering in next to my stool, taking up my personal space. He had started off with some stupid line, it was a neg "You know I don't normally go for Twinky Femmes, but DAMN your ass!" Whistling at the end. God my standards were low tonight. I giggled and blushed a little, enough to let him think I was disarmed. "Aww what's a tall handsome man like you doing alone at the bar!" I say, bringing the putrid decayed fruit drink to my plump lips. Long ago had the the sweet taste and fun of alcohol been taken from me.

Brett looked me up and down, my pale skin shimmering in the bars neon lights, my pink, mesh croptop barely covering my lithe, tone torso and my 3 inch inseam shorts clinging to my bubble butt so well it might as well had been painted on over the jockstrap I wore. He moved his hand to the top of my hair caressing one of my blonde curls as he said "I could say the same thing about the Sexy cute twink at the bar instead of the dance floor"

His hand traveled from my hair to the base of my neck where he could easily step closer and I'd be forced to not only see his flexing muscles, but also have to smell his musky scent. It made my nose flare and eyes dilate, maybe he was perfect for this after all!

"Well maybe I wanted to save my energy for a hunky man like you!" I say leaning into him, my head basically laying face first against his pecs and taking a whiff. I looked up at him, I could see that cocky smirk as his hand stayed right on me, firmly. His cock which at this point was straining against his denim pants was right at my stomach. I needed to seal the deal I was so close, as I looked up at him I made eye contact, and as I did mine FLASHED a beautiful gold and quickly Brett's did the same.

He didn't waste any time, he put his card down for the bar tender paying for my drinks before taking me home. My little CHARM sped up any interaction as long as the man was already interested and I don't know if could have waited any longer at that bar before needing him inside me.

So here we were in his room, after making out through his buildings elevator my teeth nibbling on his lips and slightly on his neck, hallway and through both doors of his apartment. Brett's face was already flush, he had already discarded his shirt on the living room, now he was ripping his pants off till he sat down, legs spread in just his boxers. His face so cocky so sure.

"Come on, no need to be scared, Brett Jr doesn't bite, suck it!" His voice sultry, not understanding the irony in the words.

"Trust me I want to SUCK you so bad! I also don't mind BITTING!" I say his smell, his body driving me wild. My feet thinking for me taking me in-between his legs, my hands gently massaging his chest as I feel my knees bend. My dick sucking lips meeting his, a moan of satisfaction and almost disappointment as they leave and travel down his jaw, then neck, collarbone and over his gorgeous chest then abs. His hands stripping me of my clothes the entire time. Grabbing at my flesh with comments thrown in about how he'd warm me right up since I felt so COLD

His cock was tenting his boxers so much he might as well have just called it a tent. The front of it is leaking, staining the plaid fabric forever. I was on my knees when I saw he tried to shove my face in but with another FLASH of gold his hand went lower and SLAPPED my gorgeous bubble butt.

I lowered his underwear, his meat slapping against his abs then my face, his prescum smearing across my lips as I began to kiss his cock head. My tongue licking around before sliding up and down his eager shaft, my eyes locking with his. Not a bad length, maybe 6 or 7 inches, I thought, surely it wouldnt last me as long as the others did but it would do something. His breathing was already heavy as one of my hands cupped his balls while the other moved up his leg to his abs then began to tweak his chest. His hands tried to move me further down his dick, trying to grab me by the back of the head grunting.

His grunts were deep and heavy as I slowly slipped my lips up and down his shaft, never letting his fuckstick leave my lips, my hands working his body making him needier as he got to the back of my mouth and down my throat. As more and more of his precum entered me I could hear his grunts turn to whines. His leg muscles that framed my lithe body began to shake, as they tensed I could feel them shrink ever so slightly. His arms were flailing as his mountainous biceps began to shrink to toned hills. 

His balls were tightening/rising up as his pillowy pecs began to sink into his chest becoming flat as a board, his abs began to smooth over as his waist and shoulders narrowed. His eyes were wide as they stared at me in FEAR and PLEASURE, his face softening becoming oh so cute as he began to moan wildly. He was wailing, saying he was close and even though at this point he knew if he cum it was going to be the point of no return he begged for me to keep going.

His masculinity was all stored up in those delicious balls and as I deepthroated his cock, my face firmly planted at the base of his now clean shaven crotch, both of our eyes wide and glowing gold as he fired shot after shot. Each load shot directly down my throat and I could feel my body PULSE with it. My shoulders widened, my chest becoming beautiful pillowy pecs, my biceps and forearms bulging with strength as my hands became beefier, I could feel Brett’s cock getting smaller as my abs, hips and thighs filled out becoming so delicious looking anyone would want to take a BITE. Brett’s voice was where mine used to be, a high tenor as he mumbled insanity, and his ass began to grow, becoming so much more bubbly, filled with the perfect ratio of fat and muscle, his hole becoming needy as the last dros of his masculinity was DRAINED out of him.

I pulled off his inch nub, looking down at my new adonis form, smirking cockily as I stared at my new fledgling. His masculinity would only last me maybe a week or two before I would need to drain somebody else. I hope Brett was prepared for his life as a twink vampire, he was going to need to get used to a hunger far beyond what he knew as a mortal. Good thing he could easily wear my old clothes

[clevertreephilosopher]