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Hey! Big fan of your work! Could you do something with Cody Christian? I'm a huge fan of yoru work and your body. I'm a french hairy guy in his late 20s and not confident in his body, life, career and forever single. That would means the world if you could help me. Thanks!

When this guy reached out for me I sure was intrigued. I gotta admit, I didn't have Cody on my radar, but with this, I was on.

It didn't take long to hunt him down. Not Cody, but that french guy. I didn't just want to serve. So several days later, he had a knock on his door.

When he opened, a big, serious looking guy filled the door, sporting a devious smile. And before our french friend could even react, the big, muscular guy charged forward, reaching out with some kind of clunky ring in his hand.

That was, when our french friend fell into darkness...

What happened? Did he knock him out? Did he faint? Did he... die?

It was impossible to grasp a sense of time, floating in darkness, alone with his thoughts, his fears, his wishes, peaceful, yet worrying...

But after what could have been hours, days, or just minutes, he felt a pull, a push, a tremble, an energy reaching out into the darkness.

And he felt something, a body, his body, his head, becoming aware again, getting back some sense of self, a tickle in his fingers, his legs, bit by bit, until he felt the floor below his weight, pushing himself to sit up, slowly opening his eyes, lifting his hand to rub his heavy forehead.

What... what just happened. More and more he came to his senses, seeing his legs underneath, emerging out of a blur before he lifted his head to a voice. To... his voice...?

"Slow, champ, take your time"

Infront of him, his own face emerged, his body, giving him a hand with a friendly smile.

Still hazy, he got up on his feet. This must have been a dream...

Step by step he let that guy, that... whatever... lead him... until he got hold of cupboard, lifting his head to see... himself...

Whomever requested this, thanks a lot, this was fun! Feel free to reach out and tell me, what you think.

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Had to repost using a different picture because, as it seems, Tumblr is quite selective in its enforcement of the Community Guidelines.

"Mmm, sorry, Ty," my lips curled maliciously, "you reap what you sow. You're the one who wanted to 'get closer to my sister.' Your offer to refrain from the incessant onslaught of bullying and manic torture of your gang of friends was generous, an altruism of which I didn't think you capable. But I guess we're both a bit deluded sometimes. I certainly had different plans in mind, as you can see. Don't worry, though, my sister loves her nerd of a brother. You're her closest relative, and you'll spend plenty of time together. Boy, does she hope you grow beyond 5'3! Anyway, I've prattled far too long. I have some assets to take care of before I post your coming out to Twitter. There are plenty of boys who need to see this."

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It's always been a lifelong dream of mine to take up my father's mantle when he gets older... But that's never going to happen with my frail twink body, so I decide to just take over the next in-line: my brother's body! Now I can be the perfect successor my dad deserve with this perfect manly body!

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"Just get in already" He said while pulling his pants down.

"Are you sure about this?" I said " once I'm in I won't want to leave again. Last time it took a lot for me to separate us."

I had been a ghost for a long time and found out I can possess this human and I would climb in thru his butt, possess him and have so much fun out in his body. But lately he had become submissive almost. Like he looked forward to me taking over.

" I know man, it's what I want" He said " I feel lonely without you. It's like when you are in me I'm complete. I'm whole. I'm inviting you to stay if you will have me"

I wasn't going to miss an opportunity like this to live again

"Ok" I said "I'm coming in"

"Hurry" He said " I need you"

I flew into him and after a few minutes adjusting in him I was in control. Not just control. He meant what he said. It was like I was snapping into place. Me and him together in here but I was the one driving.

"Fuck" I said with our new voice. " I love you man, thank you for this. What do you think about us going out tonight and celebrating. Find us a hot guy to fuck."

As if he was in control of our dick, we were getting erect

I chuckled "I'll take that as a yes"

I was looking forward to being alive and he was looking forward to living. Together we were a great team. A couple. Two souls who became one.....literally.

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Gas Station Swap

After being on the road for about three hours already, the young and hot Johnny decided to make a quick pit stop at the next gas station he came across. He exited the freeway into some small town in the middle of nowhere. The street pavement was cracked and ugly, which made for an awfully bumpy ride as Johnny pulled into the gas station parking lot. He parked, hopped out of his car, and let out a loud, shrill shriek as he stretched his limbs. As he did so, Johnny scanned the new, unfamiliar environment. The streets were empty, and only one other car was in the parking lot. An eerie feeling overcame Johnny as he realized how desolate the little desert town was. 

Johnny sped walk over to the gas station’s entrance. He decided this would only be a quick pit stop: take a leak, grab a sandwich and a drink, and then head back out on the road. Just as Johnny reached out to grab the front door, he felt something heavy land against his back. It landed on the ground with a thud.

“OW! What the hell?” Johnny turned around and saw a shiny, rainbow-colored stone sitting on the pavement. It was the most perfectly round rock Johnny had ever seen in his life. He bent over to pick it up and marveled at how smooth the rainbow rock felt in his hands. It was a pretty cool rock, but not cool enough to make Johnny forget someone had just thrown it at him.

Johnny looked around, searching for the culprit, but all he saw was an empty parking lot. As far as he could tell, there wasn’t anybody else around. Johnny decided to just pocket the colorful stone and just move on. He went inside the convenience store, and aside from the clerk sitting behind the cash register with her eyes locked on her phone, it was completely empty. The clerk jumped up from her stool as Johnny walked in. 

“Oh, hello. Good evening,” the clerk exclaimed. Johnny stopped to return pleasantries but was pushed to the side by some guy with a beard before he could do so.

“Excuse me, thank you.” 

The man tried getting around Johnny but bumped into him from how fast he was walking. He wasted no time in making a beeline for the men’s bathroom at the back of the store. Johnny scoffed out of annoyance. 

“Damn, two customers in a row. Must be rush hour.” 

The clerk returned to mindlessly scrolling on her phone. Meanwhile, Johnny continued going about his business and stepped into the men’s bathroom. The single stall was closed, likely being used by the bastard who pushed him a few moments ago. Johnny walked up to a urinal and peed. The guy came out of the stall as he did so. Johnny tried to pay him no attention and just focused his thoughts on what sandwich he should buy for the road. As he zipped up his jeans, Johnny saw the bearded man start running straight at him from the corner of his eye. He had no time to react. The man wrapped his arms around Johnny’s shoulders and held him close. 

“What the fuck are you doing!? Let go of me!!” Johnny tried resisting but his burly assailant was much stronger than he was. He was locked firmly in his grasp with little to no chance of getting out on his own. 

“Now, activate! SWAP!!” the man shouted. As soon as the word ‘swap’ left his mouth, the rainbow stone in Johnny’s pocket began shining a blinding bright light. 

It was like a stun grenade went off in the tiny bathroom. Johnny shrieked from the pain. It felt like his retinas were about to burn off as his vision suddenly went white. Thankfully, both the light and the pain subsided after a few seconds. Johnny found himself lying alone on the bathroom floor as his vision returned to normal. 

“Urghhh… what happened?” Johnny murmured in a low, raspy voice. He noticed something sounded off about his voice. He reached out to massage his throat and was shocked when he felt scruffy beard hair scratch against the back of his hand. Johnny did not have a beard. 

Johnny sprang up from the bathroom floor. He almost stumbled over because his body was heavier and shorter now, but Johnny didn’t notice his sudden change in weight right away. He was still shocked by the new beard after all. His eyes and mouth went wide open as he threw his hands onto the sides of his face. His fingers ruffled through the course, fully-grown beard he now had on his face. Johnny pulled his hands away and screamed when he saw the beefy bear paws he had for hands now. Those were not his hands! He had soft, hairless hands! Whose hands were these!?

As that question lingered on Johnny’s panicked mind, the reflection on the nearby bathroom mirror caught his attention. It wasn’t the reflection he was used to seeing, but it was still someone Johnny had come to recognize all too well. 

“Ohmygod… This can’t be happening! That rat bastard swapped our bodies!!”

Johnny was dumbfounded. He stared at his new reflection in silence as he took in the harsh truth of his new reality. Some 20-30 minutes passed before Johnny began moving in his new skin again. Except this time, a little smile formed on his face as he took off his shirt and got a closer look at the body he now possessed.

“You know what? This guy’s pretty fucking hot!” Johnny whispered as he inspected his new, hairy body. He wasn’t used to hearing a lower pitch voice come out of his mouth yet. He kept whispering dirty things to himself until he gradually got used to the sound of his new voice. 

“Oooo… That feels so good…” 

Johnny ran his hands through the pelt of chest and belly hair he now had, rubbing his torso as he did so. As someone who was once completely hairless save for a few hairs here and there, the feeling of having thick body hair ruffling against his own fingers was new to Johnny— and it was an intensely erotic feeling too. 

Johnny’s curious hands continued slithering their way down his body. Overwhelmed by the sensual warmth of touching his new body from a personal perspective, Johnny did not stop his hands as they cupped and groped the growing member in his pants. He let out a low groan akin to a bear as he massaged his junk. He then unbuckled his pants and lowered his boxer briefs, allowing the man’s hog to jump out with sweet freedom. 

“Woah. Now THAT’S a big dick.” 

Johnny couldn’t help but be impressed by the man’s girthy cock and extremely hairy set of balls as he wrapped his callous hand around the shaft and began rubbing one out. His cock was sensitive to the touch. Johnny moaned obscenely loudly with every stroke he gave himself. He could already feel a warm pressure building up inside his shaft after about a minute in. No doubt his balls were just itching to shoot out a heavy load. His new cock looked to be about 6.25 inches from the looks of it. It also hung low from how heavy it was. Johnny couldn’t help but swing his hips side-to-side and watch as his well-endowed junk bounced around. It wasn’t the longest dick Johnny had seen but it was definitely somewhere in his top 10 list. If they had met under different circumstances, Johnny would’ve considered hooking up with this thick, hairy man. Too bad. But even if Johnny couldn’t get fucked by this man’s cock, he now had the golden opportunity to use it for himself. 

“Ooffff fuckk… Awwhhh!!” 

Even though Johnny was a total bottom, he couldn’t stop fantasizing about burying his new dick deep inside of some guy’s bubble butt and filling him up with his seed. That was entirely out of character for him, but Johnny didn’t care. Just the mental image of topping with his new body was enough to send Johnny over the edge. He threw his head back and shot out his load with a loud, guttural moan. His cock was throbbing as it pumped out lots of sticky spunk all over the bathroom sink. Once he was finished, Johnny scooped some up with his fingers and had a taste. It was warm and salty but not overwhelmingly so. Just enough flavor for a delightful swallow. 

Now that he got that out of that way, Johnny returned to his senses. As much as he enjoyed playing around with his new dad bod, he wanted his original body back. Johnny put his clothes back on and quickly cleaned up after himself. He stepped out of the bathroom and walked up to the cashier, who was still mindlessly scrolling on her phone.

“Hey there! Do you happen to know where the other guy went? The one with short, brown hair?” Johnny asked. The clerk did not lift her eyes from her screen as she responded. 

“Oh. You mean the twink with the resting bitch face? He left an hour ago. You should’ve seen him. He came running out of the bathroom shouting ‘the stone worked!’ or something like that. He drove out of here burning tires…”

As the clerk kept talking, Johnny felt his heart sink into his stomach. Has it really been a whole hour since they swapped bodies? And did he really spend that much time checking himself out when he came to? 

Johnny felt his cheeks warm up from embarrassment. He thanked the clerk for the info and walked out of the gas station with heavy feet. Surely enough, his car wasn’t in the parking lot anymore. The bitch had stolen it alongside his body. Johnny took a moment to see what the man had left behind. He only found a wallet with two old 1 dollar bills and a truck driving license for a man named Douglas Johnson. 

Doug groaned with heavy desperation. He then proceeded to walk along the sidewalk, which led to nowhere. Doug couldn’t believe how insanely unlucky he was. Just a few minutes ago, it seemed like he was young, hot, and on his way to go out partying and drinking with his friends in Vegas all weekend. Now, he was just some middle-aged trucker out in the middle of nowhere. Doug was stranded in no man’s land with a brand new identity and an already growing urge to rub another load out.

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TSS Shorts: World is Bigger when You're a Toy

"Shit!" George heard himself shout, but it wasn't him who said it. In fact for some reason, he's seeing his own body move on top of him, almost fully naked.

Everything looked so big. He's on the floor, he can't move at all.

Then he remembered, Paul. Whoever is in his body right now, it has to be Paul.

Paul brought this weird Ken doll in their dorm room earlier today. Paul made an excuse that it's for his anatomy drawing practice. Ever since he saw that blank Ken doll, he knew that it looked weird and eerie. Paul was so dumb to make fun of it and tried to scare him off with it. That doll, as soon as it touched George's skin, everything went blank, and now it seems like his soul is now trapped in the doll and for some weird reason, Paul is now inhabiting his body.

"G-George?" Finally, Paul found him and picked him up. Now fully clothed. "I... I didn't know that this would happen. I'm so sorry."

George wanted to scream and cry but he couldn't make any noise at all.

"My body is gone too. For some reason my body transformed into yours when your body got sucked into this doll." Paul explained, "And uhm... Sorry if you saw me naked in your body. Promise I didn't do anything weird. My clothes tore up when I turned into you."

"Sorry, man, but don't you worry. I'll take good care of your body while you're stuck like this. We'll figure out how to turn back"

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Fiyero And The Wizard

The Emerald City glimmered in the fading sunlight as Fiyero sat by the window of the train, his excitement nearly tangible. He had received a personal invitation to meet the Wizard of Oz himself, a rare and extraordinary honor. Elphaba had warned him against trusting the Wizard, but curiosity and hope for answers had driven him to accept the invitation. Perhaps the Wizard wanted to make amends for the chaos he had caused in their lives.

The train screeched to a halt at the station, and Fiyero stepped off, greeted by the bustling streets of the Emerald City. He marveled at the shimmering green buildings and the vibrant crowd as he made his way to the Wizard’s castle. The guards at the entrance stepped aside without question, and the massive doors creaked open, revealing a grand, candlelit hall.

At the far end, the Wizard stood, draped in his signature robes. His gloved hands clutched an ancient, ornate book—the Grimmery, a tome of forbidden magic.

“Fiyero!” the Wizard greeted with a disarming smile. “It is an honor to finally meet you face to face.”

Fiyero approached cautiously, bowing slightly out of respect. “The honor is mine, sir. But why have you called me here?”

The Wizard’s smile grew, though something unsettling lingered in his eyes. “You have a charm about you, Fiyero. A natural charisma that I believe the people of Oz need... desperately.” He gestured to the Grimmery. “I have a proposition. Join me, and together we can bring order to this land. We can rid it of chaos and those who threaten our way of life. Starting with Elphaba.”

Fiyero’s chest tightened at the mention of her name. He shook his head firmly. “I won’t betray her. I won’t be a part of whatever you’re planning.”

The Wizard sighed, his expression darkening. “I had hoped you would see reason. No matter. There are other ways.”

Before Fiyero could react, a high-pitched screech echoed through the hall. A winged monkey darted out from the shadows—Chesery, the Wizard’s loyal servant. In a blur, Chesery pounced, restraining Fiyero with alarming strength. The monkey’s claws dug into his arms as ropes appeared, binding him tightly.

“What are you doing?” Fiyero struggled, his voice laced with panic.

The Wizard ignored him, opening the Grimmery and flipping through its pages. Ancient symbols glowed on the parchment, and his voice grew low and guttural as he began to chant in an unfamiliar language

Fiyero watched in horror as the Wizard’s transformation unfolded before his eyes. The older man’s features shifted and smoothed like clay under an unseen sculptor’s hands. Wrinkles faded, leaving a youthful glow, and his once-proud frame shrank slightly, adjusting to match Fiyero’s lean build. His gray hair lightened in streaks, cascading into shades of rich brown and golden blond.

As the glow of magic dissipated, the Wizard stepped back from the Grimmery, his face now identical to Fiyero’s. It was perfect—eerily perfect. The bound prince couldn’t look away, dread curdling in his stomach as if he were staring into a twisted reflection of himself.

The Wizard opened his eyes, catching his new appearance in the grand mirror before him. He let out a low chuckle, his voice now Fiyero’s smooth, confident tone. “Oh, this... this is exquisite.”

He tilted his head to one side, examining himself with almost theatrical enthusiasm. Running a hand over his jawline, he smirked. “Such symmetry. No wonder the ladies—and perhaps even a few gentlemen—fall over themselves for you. This face alone is enough to make kingdoms bow, isn’t it?”

Fiyero snarled, straining against the ropes. “Stop this! You’ll never get away with it!”

“Oh, but I already have,” the Wizard shot back, not even sparing him a glance. He was too busy admiring his reflection, tracing his cheekbones and brushing his fingers over his lips. “And these lips...” He let out an exaggerated sigh, puckering them playfully. “So... kissable. Do you practice this in the mirror, Fiyero? Or does it just come naturally?”

He turned sharply, striding toward Fiyero with newfound grace. His movements were fluid, confident—a predator who knew his prey was already caught. Standing inches away, he gestured to his chest with a flourish. “And look at this,” he said, tugging his collar slightly to reveal the firm definition beneath his shirt. “Your body’s built like it’s been sculpted by the gods themselves. How do you find the time to stay this... perfect?”

Fiyero clenched his jaw, refusing to give the Wizard the satisfaction of a response.

But the Wizard was far from finished. His hands traveled down to his stomach, where he gave an exaggerated gasp. “Oh, my! These abs!” He patted his stomach mockingly, then flexed, his smirk widening as he felt the firm ridges under his fingertips. “I didn’t realize you were hiding such a masterpiece under those princely clothes. No wonder Elphaba can’t resist you. Who could?”

Fiyero’s struggles grew more frantic. “You’re a coward, hiding behind my face! You’ll never be me!”

The Wizard barked a laugh, stepping back into the light to examine his thighs and legs. “Oh, Fiyero, I don’t need to ‘be’ you. I only need to wear you.” He leaned down, running his hands over his thighs and giving another exaggerated whistle. “And these legs. Strong. Sturdy. Built for running... or perhaps something else entirely?” He waggled his eyebrows, his mocking laugh echoing through the hall.

“You’re disgusting,” Fiyero spat, his voice shaking with fury.

“Disgusting?” The Wizard tilted his head in mock confusion before grinning slyly. “No, my dear boy. Disgusting is what I’d call letting a body like this go to waste. But don’t worry. I’ll make the most of it.”

He turned his attention to his backside, giving it an exaggerated pat. “And this,” he said, smirking as he glanced over his shoulder. “Well, let’s just say it’ll be the talk of the Emerald City soon enough. I’m sure even the guards will be doing double-takes. Tell me, Fiyero—have you ever noticed how perfectly this uniform frames... everything?”

Fiyero seethed, his face burning with anger and humiliation.

The Wizard bent closer, his voice dropping to a low, taunting whisper. “It must feel awful, doesn’t it? Watching yourself—your body, your charm—become mine. Knowing there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” He stood upright again, laughing softly. “And the best part? When I’m done, the world will thank me for it. They’ll love me. They’ll love you.”

Turning back to the mirror, the Wizard struck a dramatic pose, adjusting the collar of his blue and gold outfit with a flourish. “Well, Fiyero, it’s been delightful getting to know myself.” He laughed at his own joke. “But I think it’s time for you to disappear.”

“Chesery!” he called, his tone snapping into command. The winged monkey appeared from the shadows, bowing low. “Take him away. Somewhere no one will ever find him. Somewhere he’ll have plenty of time to think about just how perfect I look.”

Chesery seized Fiyero, dragging him toward the shadows despite his desperate struggles.

The Wizard—now Fiyero—watched them go, his smirk widening as the real Fiyero’s protests faded into silence. Turning to the mirror one last time, he admired his stolen reflection, running a hand over his hair and tilting his head with a grin.

“Oz,” he whispered to himself, his voice laced with triumph. “You’re about to meet your perfect hero.”

With that, he turned on his heel and strode toward the castle doors, radiating the effortless charm that only Fiyero Tiggular could muster.

There would be no resistance, no rebellion. No happy ending for anyone.

He had succeeded.

And the world of Oz would never be the same.

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Special thanks to @fullfriendnerdclutch to saving this fucking stud of a firefighter for me for Halloween. I wanted to record a personal thank you video while wearing my new costume… hope you enjoy ;)

I may end up borrowing this body past Halloween at this rate haha

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Halloween is Around the Corner

This is why I hate Halloween with the common people. They cannot appreciate how I'm not only dressing up as a firefighter, I'm WEARING a firefighter, a studly one at that.

Yeah he is a firefighter in real life so taking out this costume is real easy because this is literally his uniform, but c'mon now, the folks simply don't understand how difficult it was for me to acquire this costume. It was real brutal and I almost failed to jab the syringe to that thick neck of his, but I managed to did it by the end of the day, hence here I am standing here ready for an early Halloween celebration by testing out my costume.

Now, what do you think if rather than mixing with the common crowd, we have a Halloween party with all the TF enthusiast out there instead? I know some of yall have stash of interesting person to wear, possess, puppet around or whatever, but let's do something fresh for this year. Consider this an early Christmas unboxing, an early New Year resolution, go for that new body and let's appreciate each other's story on how we managed to really up the bar for Halloween this year.

Already heard some plan about some of you dressing as the classics; police officers, sporting team coaches or even leather daddy, which sounds solid.

Some of yall also informed me that yall planned to dress up as stereotype like failed-star-turned-OF-influencer, douchebag frat bros or deadbeat blue-collar worker, which might be a bit touche and God forbid yall got affected by their mindset and found yourself struggling to get out of such personas after the party, but hey, I trust that you know what you're doing so that's should be okay.

But my ears perked up when I heard that one of you slid inside a loving, health-conscious, family man with 3 kids and planned to make him do some lewd act a responsible member of society like him will never do.

That's as bad as sleeping with a girl you have a crush on by possessing her boyfriend, that's not nice bro, that's manipulation, but hey, who am I to judge?

I mean I'm literally turning a respectable, hard-working firefighter just to fulfill my hedonistic desire for a one night party, so please, you do you. Just inform me how do you want to come to the party and how many people will you bring so I can properly prepare to welcome any of you. Just don't be a giant or some kind of gory type of cosplay, okay? Let's not complicate a night filled with bunch of people not really looking like themselves with possible crime or property destruction. Oh yeah, almost forgot. If you found this invite at the very last minute and have no costume yet, I have some suits of my crew from the firehouse if you want to borrow them. I figured that why not just spiked the entire firehouse since I'm inside their captain anyway, my associates are using them now for cover but on the 31st, they'll be in another bodies and these are available for you to borrow. First come, first serve though, you cannot ask me to keep it for ya.

So, see you later folks, better dress up well

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To God Be the Glory

As I stared at the trophy with my veins still pumped after the session, feeling proud on how amazing my growth curve has been, it pushed me to reflect. I know this is not the end of the year yet, but fuck it, let me do a recap

So January 1st was the start of everything for me. I was 34 the previous year, lonely, undesirable sad piece of shit and just have nothing really going on in my life except some mundane social activity here and there like Bible Study session I attended or those days of failed dates or dinner in Chinatown with no one to talk to. But the moment I opened my eyes after that uneventful sleep I have during New Year's Eve, I just knew something was up because I found myself inside a completely different room. It was messy, all sorts of short shorts, socks, football jersey, baller shorts, gridiron, it was the kind of scene you found when you entered a jock's bedroom. That's when it hit me. The sports memorabilia, the posters, the pictures right next to my bed, I quickly grabbed that sleek new iPhone on my bedside that my meager salary simply couldn't afford and opened it with my thick thumb. I instantly stared a complete stranger welcomed me on the phone screen wearing a football jersey I have no idea belonged to which team, but I could tell that my face formed a grin on its own as I realized if what I thought was true, it would be the hottest shit ever

A quick dash to the en-suite bathroom I somehow knew the location was verified my wildest imagination. Somehow, some way, I started this year as a studly football jock living in his home with his parents because he went to a state uni. The reflection that stared back at me has full head of healthy brunette hair instead of my receding hairline, his face the typical all-American sporting jock with the jawline and all, while his body completely wiped out my previous form with the thick biceps and triceps accompanied by the crazy wiry pit hair and the ripped torso that could compete with the Greco-Roman bust in the museums. I was so stunned by the sight, I did not even realize that I spent 5 minutes just staring at the reflection before I grabbed the thick throbbing meat tucked inside the underwear. The person that walked out from the jock's bedroom that day might look like him from everyone's perspective, but it was me in control of his body ever since that eventful first day of the year

The lonely nights, the thankless, invisible back-end job, the uneventful nightlife, all were replaced as I was thrown to a completely different life so far removed from my past life, I did so many new things in just a matter of a month. The stud's name is Mitch Webber and as Mitch fucking Webber, I got all the perks of being the senior member of the football team. The best parties, the best pussies, the best support, I practically lived in a dream that I somehow have full control in it.

By February, I already dumped 3 girls and I was about to end up dumping the fourth before she gave the most insane blowjob as a Valentine's Day gift. I decided to keep her around a bit longer than what the asshole Mitch usually pulled off, and I practically creamed her throat every day till the end of the month

March and April went like a breeze, Mitch here practically finished his last playing season right before my possession of his body so no more mandatory training session with the team and I have time to also push it to the finish line in terms of his study. But, I wanted to keep myself fit and in a more dynamoc routine so I sometimes joined the boys and shared some of my "wisdom" to them. I was always hard during those sessions, just the idea of me telling these jocks about football tactics and all were somehow super arousing, and some keen juniors definitely noticed the bulge and eagerly offered me the help to relieve it for additional extra time with the senior they looked up to. I really have no idea some of these boys swung the other way around but hey, I was rock hard and they were throwing themselves, so I guess no harm from pounding their plump sweaty ass if they offered it, right?

By May, I graduated uni and here came the endless vacation, which was really the highlight of my year.

Music festivals, lake trips, beach trips, it was the summer of my life. I believe it was also the period where I fully embraced my newfound identity to its core, surprising myself by how crass this son of a bitch is when I legit stared this random chick in one of the boat parties I attended right at her eyes as I spread my fingers as if to indicate what I wanted to do to her, all supported by my equally sex-charged asshole of a friend with her subtle finger that pointed downwards, commanding her to beg us for some action

That really surprised me to the core after I was done with her (of course she fold, I look fucking hot okay, it's impossible to resist me!) because I would never have the audacity to act that way, but Mitch here really has been messing with my conscience as I let him, or at least what was left of his psyche, gradually influenced my decision-making. I needed a hard reset so I ended that trip short and quickly tried to steer myself clear from such lifestyle.

I picked up bodybuilding in early August and I just focused on achieving my personal goals without necessarily thinking to compete. Mitch, like me, also came from quite a religious background despite him straying away as he grew older, but I feel like it's on brand for someone like him to talk about God and stuff, so I started to get back to all those religious podcast I used to tune in and the words somehow reverberated stronger as I felt like my body really has been molded to its finest shape and by doing so, I practically built my temple well.

Me ended up in this body must also be God's will as He probably intended me to take care of this body. God trusted me as the better Mitch, and I better live to that expectation and not let his corrupted, lustful mind destroyed this body with all his lust-driven activity. Yeah I was fucking around with chicks and even let some dudes to suck me off because of Mitch's sexually-charged psyche, getting myself drunk and all that, but that was in the past, I no longer associated myself with all that. I physically grew bigger and somehow more convinced in my belief that this has been God's plan that led me to this outcome.

And just today, with Thanksgiving approaching, as if God spoken to me and validating my trust, He let me be victorious in my battle as I won second place on my first-ever bodybuilding competition. God is good baby, and fuck what people talk about me or my view, I will always be proud of my identity as a young, strong and devoted Christian man and only to God be the glory

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When the camera flashes, as if zapped out to an entirely different reality, the nerds found themselves not in Patrick's basement but instead they're outdoor and sweating hard as they just finished their workout for the day. The result of the selfie looks fine and as it should be, they are after all a bunch of photogenic jocks trying to make their big break in the modelling world, photogenic is the first thing they should be and luckily, they all are

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The HR Program

Part 4 of 4

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The HR Program

Part 3 of 4

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The HR Program

Part 2 of 4

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The HR Program

Part 1 of 4