#Revenge Transformers

[dannymultipersonaje]

Au all the decepticons believe that Orion was kidnapped by the government and turned into Optimus Prime

"Megatronus? Where we are?". I was so excited, I was ecstatic and vibrant, PRIMUS WAS GOING TO FAIN!, and cry from relief, from pain, from happiness, I was going to… so many things, so many emotions, but above all adoration and happiness, he is here, he is here , Orion was back. His spark went around, everything, everything, EVERYTHING was INSIGNIFICANT. Maybe that's why I can't be less than honest and his consciousness module activated. :: Orion Pax is alive, the return of the nemesis :: he commanded Soundwave, as the trip to the ship ended, his not-so-little friend seemed about to fall, disoriented and his field was total anguish. So Megatron said nothing as he turned around looking at the entire display room, his archivist was sometimes a cliché of his kind, delighted to examine, analyze and categorize everything, to be treasured of course, as much as he wanted to give it the everyone's first hug. But as fast as a wish Ravenge would come, slowing down only when he saw the obvious structure of Prime, he could even hear her growl, which did not stop the twin cassettes from jumping on the first red-blue thing they saw, Rumble was the first to realize that something wasn't right. "Optimus Prime?!". Even the scream that will alert an agitated Soundwave was also not the best look when he decided to hug the Prime husk without even asking him. Megatron pulled Orion away from Soundwave and his brood… well, he tried, Orion's field was so expressive that doubts about who he was fell away with Soundwave close enough to feel that entire field hit his center, of course he squeezed. the hug, and in the most adult way possible he slapped Megatron away, swears that when ravage overcame his main suspicion and jumped on Orion's shoulders, without knowing how to control his weight and with the 4 mechas on top of him he fell to the ground. floor. Using Megatron who was still behind him as a buffer. "Stop monopolizing Ori- AHG!" Megatron almost managed to order before receiving a bite.

A visor arranged in its place, and a pack of cassettes, namely ravage, Frenzy and Rumble, were all in the command place with Orion sitting on Megatron's throne, watching how the mechas fought because to do with him, he was so lost, It was confusing how everything was happening, Megatronus had more wounds on his face, his hands were much sharper than I had seen in cycles, Sounwave was… too thin! Even with the few rations that the Gladiator Circle gave he had never been. Seen like this, I wouldn't call him emaciated but it was worrying. Prrr lowered his head, the twins and ravage seemed the same, he scratched behind the beast changer's right ear, when he heard the change the little black mech with golden eyes that he knew gave him some, he was still distraught, what had he missed? ? Were they like this because he decided not to go to the meeting with the Council? And if it was, is it because they are like this? What happened to Megatron? What happened to Soundwave? Has Shockwave also lost weight? Were the High Sire's fears of him realized? What happened? Prrr. Orion looked down, now despite his much quieter and almost non-existent engine he had Rumble and Frenzy in his legs next to ravage's weight, hugging him by his waist much smaller than it should be, he felt like nothing was right. …but he tried to keep his field gentle and kind, as one of the other Soundwave boys approached, he could feel Laserbeak's gaze from somewhere nearby. He didn't know why, but he felt a strange tug on his spark.

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Sorry, I'm using Google Translate, I don't know how to write English and I can barely read it, so sorry if it's not understood :(

[bluegiragi]

he keeps his promises.

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[imauthicktic]

I’m in the works of stuff but need motivation 🤪 might post some of my incorrect quotes too

[megatronssimp]

Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen

Megatron

[dragonballclassic]

[soul-controller]

Reforming The Police

“Alright officers, I think it’s about time you get back to your car. I’m sure your chief will be wondering why you’ve been gone for so long…”

Immediately, each of the middle-aged cops looked at the elderly woman and nodded with a grin as they savored their new title. Never in their lives did they think that they would ever be addressed as cops, but it was something they were willing to accept for the greater good.

In reality, the two LAPD officers now walking back to their squad car were actually members of a poor, under-served minority-ran area of Los Angeles. Despite the troublemakers in the area who did things from looting to the rampant drug-dealing in the area, officers had been turning a blind eye to all of that. Instead, the department would send squad cars out and the officers would instead target the homeless community or any minority they set their sights on. Anyone who attempted to record the officers would find themselves forcefully beaten up and even be planted with drugs as they were hauled off to the nearest station for booking. Rather than protecting and serving the community, the police force instead mercilessly terrorized them. 

After enough of these instances, the community was desperate for retribution and thus conversed with a local self-proclaimed witch who stated that she had a solution to fixing this rampant issue – creating a trap where the cops would respond to a call and end up swarmed by members of the community. But rather than returning the favor with intense violence, the community members held the cops down as the witch plucked out the souls of two poor yet upstanding citizens in the community and placed them in the bodies of the officers.

With the two cops now back at their patrol car, the witch smiled as her trial run had worked flawlessly. Now, the community could continue with their plan of secretly reforming the police in their image. No longer would the average citizens of the community be terrorized by those meant to protect them, instead a real difference would be made!

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[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Chevrolet Corvette Stingray “Sideswipe” Concept , 2009. A special C6 Corvette created for the Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen movie.

[anon-sect]

"Your shoes really reek, dude. You need to air them out." Lenny complains to his roommate in his dorm room. Nick had been his roommate for the past three years at college. Somehow, they kept being put together each time. Each year, he had to put up with his foul-smelling running shoes. Nick was a 6'5" tall athlete jock on the college track team. He was running at least 7 miles just about every day. The odor from his favorite running pair was so pungent.

"They are my favorite to run in. And I am not changing them. So deal with it." Nick told him as he went to his next class, leaving the foul sneakers behind.

Lenny had enough of them. So he put them in a trash bag. He went to the garbage shot in the hallway and shoved them down the pipe. He was satisfied that he didn't have to smell them anymore.

While Lenny was napping, he was awoken by Nick. "You seen my running shoes? I can't find them." He was asked. He thought about lying to him, but the truth would come out eventually. "I threw them in the garbage shot. If you want them, you can go looking in the basement." He spoke as he turned over to ignore him to go back to napping.

Nick was upset. He really loved those shoes. What Lenny didn't know was that those sneakers were special. They were once a former human who used to bully him in the neighborhood. He turned him into sneakers to punish him. He loved torturing his former bully with his feet. Now, he needed a new replacement pair. Since Lenny decided to chunk his shoes without telling him first, he knew whom to replace his favorite pair of running shoes with.

Nick grabbed his TF device from his backpack and put in the setting for sneakers. He pointed at Lenny. With one flash, Lenny was reduced to a new pair of running sneakers. He picked them up to examine them. He pressed on the insoles. They seemed even better than his previous favorite.

Lenny instantly awoke to feel a change. He found himself split in half and in a different form. He felt fingers pressing down on his face. "You got rid of my favorite pair of running shoes. I really loved running on the bully that used to torment me in my neighborhood back home. That guy was a good pair of sneakers. But now you have to replace him. You will be my new favorite running sneakers. This is the consequence of throwing that other guy away without knowing the full truth." He heard Nick speak to him and laughed. The foul sneakers used to be a person all this time, and he chunk him like a common object. Now, this was his fate. He tried screaming for help but lacked any vocal ability. He couldn't even move on his own. He felt Nick place him on the floor. He had a sick feeling of what was coming next.

Nick placed his new running sneakers on the floor. He grabbed a pair of socks he wore for three days straight. He quickly sniffed them and saw the stench was horrible. The thought of Lenny having to deal with that made him smile. He put the stinky socks on his feet and put on his new favorite sneakers without a single care about Lenny.

Lenny would have gagged if he had a physical mouth. The socks that were now pressing down on his face was so foul, it smelled like something died in it. Next came the being walked on part. Each step felt like a building crushing him over and over. He could feel the floor and ground beneath him as though his back was being ground into it. He thought it couldn't get worse till Nick started running. He was in constant pain and agony feeling the ground beneath him and the foul stench of the socks bearing down on his insole face. As Nick continued to run on his usual nine-mile run, the socks began to get sweaty. The sweat combined with the stench saturated the inside of the sneakers. He now had no way to escape from the smell.

Nick returned back to the dorm room after his run. It was a little weird having it all to himself now. But he loved his new favorite sneakers. They were way better than the previous ones. He was glad those were gone. Lenny was a great replacement. If anyone asked about his roommate, he would tell them he didn't know where he was. Besides, no one would believe that he was turned into a pair of sneakers anyway. "You were excellent on my run. I am looking forward to running in you nearly every day. If anyone asks about you, I will not know where you went. Thanks for chunking those other shoes. You are much better than them." He told his shoes as he went to go take a shower. He loved that his new shoes already had his foot stench. It should be a badge of honor for Lenny to smell like his feet on day one.

Lenny regretted getting rid of the other sneakers. Had he known that he would be replacing them, he would have just suck it. Now his fate was the same as the other guy. He was Nick's sneakers, and no one would be the wiser.

[ladiesblr]

MEGAN FOX as Mikaela Banes TRANSFORMERS: REVENGE OF THE FALLEN (2009)

[slug-gore-bug]

Goirl went out and got himself a revenge body.

[wishmaster]

Hey Billy, I saw my boyfriend wish i was his walking straight douchebro wet dream and I was hoping you could stop or reverse this before it hits me grabs temples, a headache starting to form.

Stop!

I can try too counter the wish but not sure what you'll become.

Suddenly your body contorts, your once twinkish body begins to inflate, though not in the himbo way your boy wanted. You suddenly find your sexy new body in football gear, you feared the worse.

However you mind hadn't been wiped and "straightened" In fact you felt even more gay , if that's possible, than before. Now you still had your nerdish hobbies, but you were now a popular male model, who sometimes filmed porn on the side, because damn look at that body.

You get dressed, filming some poses for the millions on fans you now had on tik tok and Instagram.

You're satisfied with what came from my intervention, though still pissed off with your boyfriend wanting you to be stuck as a douche bro. So we decided to get him back for that.

He quickly becomes bulked hair and 100percent what he wanted you to be.

He's suddenly mindless and obsessed with his new muscled, hairy and musky body, nothing but working out and sports flooding his mind, though he longs to fuck women, he's cursed to work as a stripper at a gay club.

Forced to spend his days surrounded by his bros and nights shaking his ass for gay fans, he'll spend months sexually frustrated, shame he threw his loving boyfriend away for a stupid straight himbo wish that's now backfired on him. Guess what his memories are returned whenever he sees you in your new form, making him upset each time he lays his eyes on you, which is almost every night as you and your friends frequent the club often.

You sometimes flood his texts with pics teasing what he threw away.

[soldiersareyourprotectors]

In a cozy apartment nestled in the heart of the city, two unlikely roommates shared space: Alex, a small, skinny, and nerdy guy with a penchant for technology, and Jake, a towering, muscular man who juggled the roles of a dedicated police officer and a national-level athlete.

Their differences were stark, but they found an odd harmony in their cohabitation—Alex with his late-night coding sessions and Jake with his early morning workouts and shifts at the precinct.

Yet, beneath the surface, Alex harbored a secret infatuation for his roommate. His heart fluttered every time Jake flashed his charismatic smile or flexed his impressive muscles. It took him months to muster the courage to confess his feelings, only to be met with Jake's gentle rejection, explaining that he was straight.

Crushed and dejected, Alex retreated into his own world, nursing his broken heart. But as the days passed, a seed of resentment began to sprout within him. He couldn't bear the thought of Jake rejecting him while seemingly having it all—strength, athleticism, and confidence.

Driven by a mixture of envy and desperation, Alex became obsessed with the idea of swapping bodies with Jake, even if just for a moment. He delved deep into ancient texts and obscure online forums, seeking any shred of knowledge that could help him achieve his twisted goal.

One fateful evening, while Jake was engrossed in an intense training regimen for an upcoming competition, Alex stumbled upon a mysterious incantation buried within the depths of the internet—a spell promising to swap the souls of two individuals.

With trembling hands and a racing heart, Alex whispered the incantation, the words feeling foreign and potent on his tongue. In a blinding flash of light, their souls were torn from their bodies, hurtling across town to inhabit each other's forms. As Alex found himself enveloped in Jake's muscular frame, he reveled in the newfound strength and confidence that had always eluded him. Freed from the constraints of his former self, he embraced his newfound identity with unabashed delight.

Meanwhile, Jake, now trapped in Alex's slender body, grappled with the disorienting reality of his new form. Stripped of his physical prowess, he felt vulnerable and exposed, longing for the reassuring familiarity of his muscular stature.

But as days turned into weeks, Jake's longing for his old body intensified. He despised his new form, resenting the loss of his strength and athleticism. Though he initially dismissed Alex's intellect, he couldn't deny the longing for his old physique.

As Alex revelled in the joy of his newfound body, Jake embarked on a desperate journey to reverse the spell, driven by an insatiable desire to reclaim his former self.

[coyotes-rules-of-change]

Part 1 — Kellan

"What the fuck is going on!?"

Exasperated, confused, enraged; Kellen had yet again opened the door to a highly unusual sight that he'd now seen again and again.

Kellen was a quintessential college jock: star football player in high school transposed straight into star player on the college team garnished by hefty scholarships and an open road of easy classes paved straight to a degree. Except despite this, Kellen and his unwavering focus on the field and the gym still found himself with grades low enough to threaten his sports scholarship.

The day he had that meeting with financial aid, he left with a righteous fury—there is no way in hell that the school would boot their star player. A meeting with the coaches later that night sent the clear message that they wouldn't hesitate if he couldn't get his shit together. And thus, Kellen turned toward the age-old stereotype: the jock is once again out on the hunt for a nerd who will submit and do the jock's homework.

Except in this case, the jock has opened the door to the nerd's room to collect his daily supply and found a naked jock on the bed staring at a laptop. This was the fifth time Kellen had encountered something like this. Four nerds before this had all become dumbed-down, muscled stereotypes who all ultimately proved to be useless to him.

At this point it was all but confirmed: every nerd he'd manage to get to do his homework would become useless himbos, and he had no idea how that could have happened.

[rochenn]

I'm sure ppl on this site have written essays both in support of and in opposition to this take but Anakin and Vader simply aren't the same guy to me. It doesn't compute. Vader has the air and diction of an eternal 60yo who went to West Point and sometimes voices lukewarm regret about all the air strikes he called on civilian centers 20 years ago. How did he get there??

If Disney loves capitalizing on those actors so much why don't they call in Ian and Hayden for a little show/movie where Vader goes from barely-adult mess with questionable rhetorical skills to measured legend with a somehow flawless transatlantic accent? Hello?

[misseviehyde]

CHRONO-TRIGGERED

The swirling chaos of the time-tunnel flowed and pulsed around me. My atoms were being disassembled, my consciousness projected through time. The pain was agonising, but I didn't care. I would do anything for my revenge.

I knew this was risky. This was a one way trip - no way back. I would appear in the past at the time of my choosing but with no control over how I manifested. I would appear naked and helpless in my own past - in 2024.

It was illegal to use this technology and the cost to acquire it had been astronomical. Only my pure focus had allowed me to achieve my goals. Time travel was highly dangerous technology to acquire, but I was willing to break the law.

Wheeling myself into the tunnel, I had been nervous. There was always a chance the machine would simply tear me apart - blasting my molecules apart with time tachyons. Worse - it might send me back 3000 years instead of 30. As I entered, the tunnel glowed and my experience of reality shattered and fractured.

For what felt like centuries I was suspended in the darkness of void space - cold and alone.

Then the world shifted back into painful focus and panting and gasping I came back to myself. I was alive, the pain of translation had been agonising and my newly reconstituted body burned painfully.

Naked I lay on the ground, upon spongy cool grass. Something seemed strange about my body and my voice. I felt... weird.

Sitting up slowly, I drew in both my surroundings and my bodily status at the same time. My aging masculine body with it's scars of time and it's useless legs... was gone.

I was now young and strong again... but strangest of all I was female. The unexpected tug of breasts on my chest brought a sharp feminine gasp to my soft lips. I reached up to feel silky soft hair and impossibly smooth skin. There was nothing between my legs, just the soft folds of a vagina and a strange feeling of absence.

This I had not anticipated - but the vagaries of this form of time travel was not yet fully understood. No one quite understood the technology - it was impossible to travel back in your own body - but I had somehow still expected to wake up as a man.

This was unexpected and possibly affected my plans in a detrimental way. Then again, as my ruthless mind turned the matter over I began to realise there might be advantages to this situation once I had time to consider them.

It was night time and I was lying on the soft grass of a garden on a warm summers night. Behind me was an expensive conservatory and a large expensive house. I recognised it Immediately from my childhood. At least that part of my plan had worked.

The need for my revenge burned bright inside me - but there were steps to take first. I hadn't walked for nearly thirty years, but standing fully upright, the senasations and muscle memory came back to me at once. The feeling was great but I also marvelled at my strange new feminine body. It was athletic and fit and I was curious to examine it - but right now I needed to get under cover.

Slipping quietly through the garden on my naked soles, enjoying the power to walk again, I carefully opened one of the side doors of the conservatory and went into the house.

I'd memorised the layout of this place along with some other important details, and I easily made my way to one of the master bedrooms where I quickly found a bathrobe and wrapped up my nakedness.

Then padding through the house I made my way to the living room where I found the towns richest and most powerful man Donald Grey gazing morosely into the fire. He looked round as I entered and his face twisted into a grimace of surprise and anger. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?"

He leapt to his feet, keeping his back to me and his hand going to his mobile phone to ring the police. I stopped him with two words.

"Green Ziggarut."

"H... how?" he stuttered, his face going deathly white. "How can you possibly know about that?"

"I know a lot of things Donald," I grinned. "I know all about your dirty little secrets, but I also know some information that could save you from all of your problems. I only have one thing I want in return. For you to adopt me as your s... I mean daughter."

"Are you mad?" stuttered Donald.

"I know your wife is infertile and you have no one to leave your fortune to. I know that some recent investments you made have gone badly wrong and you're in deep shit. I know this because I have knowledge of the future. Help me out and I'll help you out. We could be very useful to each other. I don't expect you to believe me just like that. Turn on the TV. Go to the lotto and I'll prove I'm genuine."

He just gawped at me blankly, so I switched on the TV for him. They were about to draw the numbers on the lottery, so calling on the details I had memorised I rattled off the winning numbers. Moments later they were drawn out and I saw his mouth drop open.

"S..some sort of trick," he muttered. "Wh..who are you? What do you want?"

I sighed and calmly repeated myself. "My plans are my own Donald. Suffice to say that I mean you no harm - in fact it's possible we could come to enjoy working together. In my future you commit suicide in a matter of weeks and your vast fortune and wealth end up being wasted. But with my help I can ensure things go very well for you. I've memorised certain details that can help you out. Investments, dirty secrets of your enemies... upcoming events. Adopt me as your daughter and tell the world some convicing lie about me having been sequestered abroad in some expensive school. Use your influence and I'll be grateful."

I could see him wavering, but he wasn't fully convinced yet. Yet as I approached him, I suddenly glanced over and caught my first sight of myself in the mirror mounted on his wall and like a bolt from the blue I realised what I needed to do.

For a moment I was stunned. I was ABSOLUTELY fucking gorgeous. Sure, my hair was messy and my features unadorned - but my natural beauty shone through. I looked like a super model. No man would be able to resist this angelic face and beautiful body, not if I could harness it's power.

Suddenly my doubts and fears about my mission evaporated. In some ways - if I could learn to use this body to my advantage - getting my revenge would now be even easier.

I softened my body language, forced myself to be more feminine. I adjusted the bathrobe and allowed it to slip open slightly at the top.

"Come on Donald, believe me - it will be worth it having me as your daughter. Let me help you... you can even choose my name. I'll be the perfect, pretty little daughter for you. Wouldn't you like that?"

I slid my hand on his arm, and looked up at him winsomely. My soft lips in a pout I whispered in his ear. "Power and money Daddy, I'll give them all to you. Just let me help you, give me a chance."

Donald looked down at me.

"Very well... Janice."

Janice? Janice Grey?

It would take a little bit of getting used to, but it would do... I was Janice Grey now.

***

Donald's wife Kathleen took a little convincing, but after I revealed several more secrets she quickly came around. Our business deal was concluded quickly - under my guidance the Grey's successfully restored their fortune and Donald was able to work his way out of the mess he would otherwise have been in.

I was now a time criminal. I had altered the future and it was impossible to say what effects my actions would have. I didn't care... this was only the start. My true revenge was to come.

Meanwhile my new Daddy spoke to a guy he knew and within weeks I had adoption papers and a new I.D as Janice Grey. We paid a hacker a substantial sum to create a fake digital footprint and past for me. The story would be that I was a relative of Kathleen's and had been adopted after a death in the family. It was all rather flimsy in some ways, but money always solved problems like this and no one was going to be looking too hard.

I didn't trust the Grey's entirely, but they were smart enough not to fuck with me. I made it clear to 'Daddy' one night that if anything should ever happen to me, certain information would make its way to the authorities and the fate I had helped avert would catch up with him.

Kathleen meanwhile, whilst initially suspicious and slightly cold, quickly warmed to me. I needed to learn how to be a woman fast and she was the easiest one to teach me. I fell quickly into the role of a dutiful daughter and insisted we go shopping together and hang out together. I also got her to introduce me to her friends daughters and quickly made friends with a network of rich girls my age.

I had always been a quick learner and my focus and determination to succeed in my mission gave me the push I needed. I worked hard to immerse myself in femininity. I needed to turn myself into a weapon. I had to overcome my original masculinity and reshape myself as a girl in order to get what I wanted.

It didn't hurt that I was beautiful and charming. That just came naturally to me in this body. But with a little feminine help I quickly learned to enhance my already impressive attributes.

I learned to use makeup to enhance my beautiful features and clothing and fashion to maximise my sex appeal. I changed my body language and patterns of speech, adopting the bratty mannerisms of a spoiled bored rich girl.

The more I immersed myself in the role - the more I became Janice. But there was one thing I knew I needed to do before embarking on the next stage of my plan. I needed to have sex.

There was a confidence in my sexuality that could only come from losing my virginity. I had already experienced the pleasures of my new body many times - making myself cum with my fingers - but I needed to know a mans touch.

It came from a hot frat boy at a party. To test my skills I seduced him away from his drunk girlfriend and luring him to the bedroom proceeding to make out and fuck him.

It was okay for a first attempt... I was clumsy and unsure at points. It felt good though and I enjoyed the sensation of being taken by a man and being filled with his manhood.

I spent the next few months fucking around, growing in skill and confidence. As my body count increased - so did my repertoire - and soon I knew everyway to make a man cum... even using my feet.

It was nearly a year since my arrival in the past... I was rapidly approaching the time I would need to take action. I had planned for a year of preparation - but I'd never dreamed it would be spent developing myself as a slutty hot bitch.

It was time to have my revenge...

***

I had to admit... it was becoming increasingly difficult to stay focused on my task. My life as Janice had become all consuming. I had to some extent fallen in love with the rich life style of a spoiled popular brat.

My hot friends were a genuine distraction. I could spend hours hanging out with Chloe, Kirsten and Paige. It would be so easy to just relax and enjoy the pleasure my new life could give me. Being a brat did feel amazing and in some ways made up for the thirty years of pain.

I'd discovered a love for running and exercise - a sheer delight to be able to run and stretch in my fine young body. It felt amazing to be young and sexy. I had learned to love being a girl. In fact I was struggling to remember how it had ever felt to be male.

But the cold core of fury that had transported me across time and space still burned brightly enough to power my need for revenge. I was nothing if not stubborn. Janice was a compelling identity, but the universe still demanded justice.

I knew exactly where to go. I knew exactly where I needed to be. I waited at the coffee shop waiting.

When I saw the three of them, my heart nearly stopped beating. Tears came to my eyes and my hands shook. It was so vivid. We were really here... now... in this place... this moment.

I watched the man I had used to be sit at a table. I watched him kiss his beautiful wife on her lips and punch his best-friend playfully on the arm.

Right then I wanted to run over to the table and throttle her and smash his friends face in. I restrained myself only with difficulty. The rage was hard to process. He had no IDEA of what was coming, of the damage these two ingrates would cause to his life.

Jordan and Lisa - the two traitors. Images thirty years old flashed into my mind. Lisa's face a mask of ecstasy as she rode atop Jordan... her face a mask of evil relish as she laughed at how she was going to take everything in a divorce. Jordan... his eyes burning with cold amusement as he let go of the the safety release and the garage door fell down crushing my legs.

The two of them had destroyed me emotionally and physically. They'd left me crippled and broken - taken it all from me. All that had been left was rage and fury.

Looking at my old self - I felt a flicker of disgust. How could I have been so naive... so pathetic?

I saw Jordan and Lisa share a glance, saw her smile wickedly at him when my old self's back was turned. The two of them were just as evil as I remembered.

But now the two of them had no idea a new player had entered the game. I watched Jordan excuse himself and head to the toilet. I rose from my seat and popped the lid from my drink.

Walking like an airhead I deliberately crashed into Jordan and he gasped as my drink went all over him and his shirt.

"OMG - I am like soooo sorry," I drawled in my bratty voice. "Oh like let me get you some help."

I snapped my fingers at one of the barristas and procured some kitchen roll. Dabbing it against his chest I giggled and played with my hair with my other hand.

"Like I'm such a clutz. Mmmmh nice chest though, like do you work out?"

Jordan went a little red and I could see how pleased he was. At this point in his life he must have been about 29 and here he was getting hit on by a girl in her early twenties. I actually had no idea how old I was, but my fake birth certificate said 19...

"Oh don't mention it, it was an honest mistake. Unless... you were deliberately trying to get my attention."

"Maybe I was," I purred. "I do like an older man. Hey - I feel really fucking bad for ruining your shirt. Let me make it up to you. Me and a couple of friends are having a pool party this afternoon, why don't you come round - it will be fun. I'll give you my address."

Jordan took the piece of paper I pushed into his hand, it also had my number on it.

"Ohhhh like is that your frumpy wife over there, she looks kinda mad. She probably won't let you come."

Lisa was staring daggers at the two of us. Her face delighted me. I loved to see it. I knew that she would give Jordan the cold freeze when he got back to the table - but I also knew he hated being told what to do. He'd definitely come tonight.

"Oh, no... she's just a friend. I'm not married. I'm single actually. You know what, I will be there tonight... why not!"

I giggled and blew him a kiss. "I sure hope so stud."

***

Jordan and Lisa.

Their names and faces had haunted me for decades. Jordan- my so called best friend. A good handsome guy, liked to work out. Interested in the ladies and ultimately Lisa's willing dupe.

Lisa - the evil bitch. She'd hooked me line and sinker. It wasn't till the end that I learned who she really was. A cold blooded pyscho. She'd been embezzling funds from our company, sleeping with my best-friend and when I refused to go along with the blackmail they'd both arranged - they broke my legs and left me in a wheelchair for life.

She was the truly evil one, but Jordan had to pay as well. It would have sickened me to do what I was going to do once - but I had learned the value of patience and seduction. As a woman - my sexual revenge would be slower but ultimately more devastating to these two traitors than they could imagine.

First I would split them apart, then I would take control of each of them and make them suffer. As Janice... it would be almost too easy.

I applied my makeup on put on my sluttiest swimsuit - my head awash in my evil plans. Lisa and Jordan were amateurs. I'd had thirty years to stew in my own hatred and plans for revenge. They had no idea what was about to hit them...

***

"Relax... it's like only a blowie. Everyone here is like cool anyway. This is my place and my Mom and Dad don't care what I do."

Jordan groaned as I sucked his dick. His cock was a nice length and felt good in my mouth. I sucked and slurped, expertly using my tongue to lick the tip. I could tell he liked it. "Are you sure no one is gonna interrupt us?" he groaned.

"Fuck... I never imagined this is what..."

"This is EXACTLY what you imagined," I giggled. "This is what you wanted." I went back to sucking.

It didn't take Jordan long to cum in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. Giggling I stood up and wiped my pretty mouth. "Does she suck cock as good as me?"

"Who?" asked Jordan suspicously.

"That woman you said wasn't your wife."

"Oh... her. No we aren't..."

"Oh come on baby. I can tell when two people are fucking. I'm just surprised you're with someone soooooo old."

Jordan blushed, but the appeal to his vanity worked. "I... I guess it's kind of hot to fuck a married woman. She's into all kinds of kinky shit too.'

"Whatever... you can keep fucking her, but I wanna do more stuff together. Married women are hot but nineteen year old pussy beats everything baby. I'd like to try some kinky shit with you too."

Jordan was hooked. I could tell. I guided his hand to my wet pussy. "Now are you ready for round two babe?"

***

We fucked and fucked. Sometimes Jordan would come over and smoke weed with us or stay to party. My friends liked having an older guy around to tease. They all agreed that older guys were hot.

Jordan was besotted with me. I prodded and teased him about the kinky stuff and eventually he opened up. He liked dressing up in girls clothing... he liked to be dominated.

He wanted to try stuff in private. We did things... kinky things. Leather, candles, strap-ons - you name it.

Shame he never noticed the secret camera in the room.

***

"Hey you... you're that bitch that Jordan has been hanging around with. What the hell do you want?" scowled Lisa.

I grinned as I insolently put a foot in the doorway to stop Lisa closing it.

"What's the matter bitch - annoyed I took lover boy away from you? I have business to discuss with you."

"How dare you talk to me like that," screeched Lisa.

"Oh calm down. I'm here to cut you a deal. I need to warn you. Jordan has told me everything about your little schemes, but he's planning to sell you out. Look here. I found these documents - he's been collecting evidence of your embezzlement of funds and he is planning to blackmail you. He means nothing to me, he's just a bit of fun - I figured you'd reward me handsomely for helping you out...'

Lisa took my envelope and her eyes narrowed as she scanned the information.

It was all I could do not to laugh...

***

"What! But how did she get these pictures?"

"I don't know babe. She must have gotten jealous of me being with you and hired a private eye. They have long photo shots of me pegging you. Luckily my rich Daddy pays for counter-survelience so I found out about this. She must be planning to release the photos and blackmail you.'

"That fucking bitch, she's trying to double cross me. I'll show her," snarled Jordan.

I watched him get in the car and accelerate away. This was almost too easy.

***

The house was eerily quiet but the police were on the way. On the drive lay Jordan - shot three times through the torso. Under the garage door, her legs crushed and broken, lay Lisa.

I smiled a warm smile of satisfaction. Watching these two destroy each other was satisfying. But I didn't want either of them to die. I checked Jordan. He was still alive, so I staunched the blood and gave basic first aid.

Lisa would live, she was still conscious and her eyes locked onto mine.

'Y...you. You did this. W...why?"

I didn't answer. There was nothing I could say to explain my hatred. Lisa and Jordan would both live - but the police would find evidence of their embezzlement and fraud along with a lot of embarassing photos of Jordan leaked online.

They would live out their lives in shame and ignomy, Lisa in a wheelchair. I knew exactly how that felt of course.

I wondered what would happen to the other me now. Obviously he would be shocked by what had happened but move on with his life.

By rights it should cause a paradox. I had no cause to travel back in time now. All I knew is that I'd been told that once sent back in time - my causal loops were broken and I was a free agent.

I wondered if my changes to the timeline would massively effect the future? I hoped not. I had certainly memorised and learned plenty of information about the coming decades figuring that if I was going to be stuck in the past I may as well have knowledge and power.

I had never anticipated I would end up as a hot girl. I was in love with being Janice and now my revenge was complete it felt like I could finally move on with my life.

Leaving my former life behind to the wail of sirens and Lisa's anguished cries - I walked off into the night.

I was hot young and sexy. I was a rich spoiled bitch and I knew everything that was going to happen for the next thirty years.

This time I would live for every moment... this time I would live for me.

Well you know what they say... Tempus Fugit."

THE END

[soul-controller]

Going All-American

When Arthur Harris first made his way out of his flat to go check his mailbox, the man had solely been expecting to come across unexciting yet expensive content like bills. Upon gripping onto the solid stack of envelopes and beginning to filter through them, the man’s assumptions were mostly proven to be correct. However, it was the very last envelope that Arthur saw that caught his eye. From just the envelope itself, Arthur’s attention was further pulled in by the fact that his name and address were handwritten onto it along with the several stamps running along the top left corner displaying an American flag. Clearly, this was a personal and international piece of postage that he received, but the fact that there was no return address listed immediately piqued the man’s interest even further.

Upon making his way back up to his flat and hastily tearing open the envelope, the man’s mind was running rampant in the possible content of the postage as he pulled open the letter to figure out its contents. To his surprise, Arthur found a piece of paper that was chock-full of text that he cautiously skimmed through. While reading through the first letter, a slight grin emerged on his face as he found himself coming across a professional-looking note that stated that he had won a trip to California. Although he had no real recollection about applying for a contest or sweepstakes, that didn’t matter once he discovered what he would be doing there.

Congratulations, You (Arthur Harris) are the grand prize winner of the sweepstakes to win an all-expense paid trip to Los Angeles! While you are here, you’ll be shuttled to the set of the hit television show All-American, where you will be able to explore the sets and meet all of your favorite actors. Please be ready on the date listed as a car will be waiting for you to take you to the airport for your departure to Los Angeles. We look forward to giving you an “All-American” experience in more ways than one! Sincerely, S-C Productions

“Holy shit!” Arthur said, the letter slipping from his hand as his entire body began to buzz with excitement. Although he wanted so badly to jump up and down in glee and loudly cry out for his excitement, his respect and care for his flatmates caused him to hold back and conceal his emotions as best as he could. Getting a free trip to LA was exciting enough, but the added bonus of getting to travel to the set of All-American was a dream come true. Certainly it would be interesting for the man to witness the entire process of filming given his own interest in film and cinematography, but even more so when one of his biggest crushes was in frame.

Ever since Arthur had first watched Cody Christian arrive on his television screen as Theo in the Teen Wolf TV show, the man was instantly smitten with him. Not only did Cody perfectly play the role of a cocky and self-assured asshole, but he was also incredibly hot while doing so! Every time Arthur watched an episode of the show, Cody was one of the main reasons behind his continued viewing despite the show’s consistent dip in quality. Unfortunately, Cody’s role as a side character that bumped heads with Tyler Posey’s Scott McCall wasn’t enough to keep Arthur engaged though as Arthur ultimately dropped the show before it even finished airing.

As such, Arthur’s thirst for the actor lessened for a bit as he only focused on seeing the hunky man via social media or Tumblr via gif-sets. Luckily though, a renewed interest emerged when Cody landed the role of Asher on the TV show All-American. Not only did the show catch Arthur’s interest because it caused him to fall back in love with Cody, but it also perfectly meshed with his own interests as it was a show about football players… especially since Cody was playing a cocky and materialistic football player named Asher.

Given how much this was a dream come true, Arthur still found himself quite unsure whether this was really happening or if he had somehow fallen asleep accidentally and was thus having the best possible dream. After a painful pinch informed him that this was truly reality, the man tilted his head back down towards the floor to look for the letter once more. Upon doing so though, he saw that the letter was flipped onto its backside after falling to the floor. While this wasn’t anything to write home about, glancing at the piece of paper revealed that there was more important information included onto the back.

Reading through, Arthur quickly skimmed through an itinerary that listed what Arthur would experience throughout his trip. The trip to the All-American set was seemingly meant to take up most of the day according to the list, but Arthur didn’t mind when he read about how the set would provide several meals throughout along with getting to watch several scenes get filmed along with a meet and greet with several of the actors.

As his hands continued to travel down the sheet as he read, his attention soon was caught by the firm slip of paper affixed to the bottom of the paper. Upon looking down, Arthur’s eyes widened as he saw that an airline ticket was already ready to go for him. While it was a relief that the studio had seemingly already worked ahead to get everything ready for the trip, the man was understandably confused about how they knew where he was located and concerned about when he was going to go on this trip. While seeing that the date was on November 22nd, Arthur was quite caught off-guard when he checked his work schedule and realized that he had somehow requested that day off. He had no idea why he would have done that, but he wasn’t going to fret about it too much when it benefited him.

Regardless of how the date aligned so well, Arthur was quite relieved to find that there would be no hassle in terms of getting in trouble at his job. It was a miracle that he had even received this surprise trip in the first place, so Arthur opted to not ask too many questions. In this quick acceptance of his surprise gift, Arthur failed to notice that the ticket was a one-way ticket rather than a round-trip, which would have given him a clue about the fact that his trip would end up becoming permanent. Instead, he quickly made his way back into his bedroom and began filling his suitcase with clothing that would work well with the humid LA weather he would soon be experiencing…

* * * * *

When the morning of the 22nd finally arrived and the alarm of his phone rang out, Arthur woke up with a smile on his face rather than his usual routine of groaning and hitting the snooze button. Excited for the impending trip, the man quickly got out of bed and dragged himself into the bathroom to shower. Upon getting done and tying a towel around his waist, Arthur made his way back into the bedroom. Just as he began to pull the towel off and change into clothes though, a loud pounding against his door caused Arthur to gasp and scream in shock. While trying to catch his breath from the real life jump-scare he had just experienced, Arthur slowly made his way towards the door of his room and took a look through the peephole.

While looking through, Arthur’s eyes caught sight of a burly yet well-dressed man who stood firm with his thick hands at his hips while looking at the door with an intimidating yet stoic expression.

“Uh hello, can I help you?” Arthur inquired, checking for a moment to confirm that the deadbolt and chain on his door were both fully locked. While this was certainly a realistic reaction to seeing the stranger outside his door, the British man let out a deep breath of relief and mentally scolded himself when the man stated that he was from S-C Productions and he was the driver to take him to the airport for his LA trip. Upon telling him that he was in the middle of getting dressed, the driver sternly told him that he had ten minutes before he was leaving - regardless of whether Arthur was in tow or not.

After apologizing and saying he’ll be done as soon as he can, Arthur rushed away from the door and began to change. Given the fact that he would be spending several hours in the cramped seating of a plane, he opted to dress in loose garments that would provide some much needed comfort throughout the hours-long trip. After quickly devouring a small bowl of cereal, Arthur grabbed onto his suitcases and made his way towards the door.

Before turning the knob and exiting though, Arthur stopped in front of the large full-body mirror on the backside of the room’s door to verify that he looked presentable given his haste. As he looked at himself and gave a slight smile to see how others would perceive him, the man was relieved to see that his biceps looked rather impressive given how much skin the tank top revealed. While the rest of his torso wasn’t nearly as buff as his biceps, the man still recognized the fact that he looked better than most people given his semi-regular gym routine. However, the continued staring at his mirror caused him to traverse down a dark mental rabbit hole of self-doubt considering that he would soon be in LA where it seemed like practically everyone would be a 10/10 with gorgeous physiques and perfect visages galore.

Shaking his head in hopes of pushing those intrusive thoughts away, the man finally took a deep breath and turned the handle to begin his journey to Los Angeles. Upon awkwardly introducing himself to the burly driver, Arthur followed the man as he led him down to the ground floor. Throughout the journey from exiting his flat and putting his luggage into the car, Arthur couldn’t help but stare at the impressively-built man. The man, who introduced himself as Wes, had a physique that was filling out the stylish black suit to the brink of having the fabric tear. Following behind Wes was a blessing in disguise for the British man as he got to watch the man’s perky yet firm ass fill out the seat of his pants and bounce with each footfall he took.

Throughout the drive to the airport, Arthur tried his best to make small talk with the intimidating man. Unfortunately, conversations quickly stalled when Wes told Arthur that he needed to focus on traffic to get him to the airport as quickly and safely as possible. Upon arriving at the airport, where Wes quickly told him to get out before speeding off to do another job, Arthur momentarily mourned for the missed connection he had with the man.

But as he grabbed his luggage and began to walk through security and towards his departure gate, Arthur’s mind shifted focus away from Wes and back onto his thirst for Cody. Due to just how excited yet exhausted he was from the early morning wake-up call, Arthur found himself soon falling asleep upon putting his luggage away and taking his seat. As he quickly fell into a state of slumber though, the continued thoughts of Cody Christian and his thirst for the man soon led to a rather erotic sex dream that involved Arthur worshipping the hunk’s muscular body and easily helped the hours-long flight fly by as he felt no desire to wake up no matter how much turbulence he felt.

Upon the plane landing and a young female attendant softly shaking him awake, Arthur moved in a dazed state as he exited the plane. Given his total discombobulation about the new area along with not knowing where to go to pick up the luggage, he opted to just follow the crowd through the terminal towards the correct area. Luckily, Arthur’s luggage was one of the first few pieces to arrive, so he was able to escape the large crowd and make his way towards the taxi area of the airport where the letter stated that someone from the studio would be there to pick him up.

After a bit of getting lost and having to ask for directions, Arthur finally made his way to the correct area where he looked through the long aisle of drivers holding signs with their intended client’s name. At first annoyed that it took two rounds of searching through the crowd of drivers to find the one holding his name, Arthur quickly began to recognize why when he walked up to the hand extended through the crowd and discovered that his driver was a rail-thin man cramped between two chubby drivers.

Upon asking for the men to move, Arthur pulled the mousy man through and revealed himself. “Hey there, I’m Arthur. Are you the driver from S-C Productions?” he inquired, trying to make sure he wasn’t taking the wrong Arthur’s ride.

While he awaited a response, the British man quickly took a look up and down to observe the man he’d seemingly be working with throughout the entire trip. The man was rather tiny, with a height that just barely reached 5’5” and a weight that refused to go past 95 pounds. The man’s face looked rather impressive with the angular jawline, high cheekbones, and bright blue eyes, but Peter’s thick black-rimmed glasses and low weight counteracted those features and instead made him look nerdy and rather malnourished.

“Hey there, I’m not a driver but I am here to pick you up and take you to the studio though. I’m Peter,” he began, stopping to extend a hand out, which Arthur quickly accepted as they did a quick handshake. “I’m an intern at the studio, they needed someone to pick you up and I volunteered. It certainly beats doing coffee runs and dealing with difficult actors, am I right?” he said, his high-pitched and whiny voice shifting into a deep and wheezy chuckle that understandably took Arthur off-guard.

“Oh ok, uh, it’s nice to meet you then Peter,” Arthur responded, returning the chuckle to help the dorky-looking man not feel self-conscious before pulling his lips into a light smile. Although Peter tried his best to appear official by offering to take Arthur’s luggage, the British man feared possibly injuring the man due to how hefty his bags were and thus declined the offer and said he’d carry them himself. At first, Peter seemed a bit caught off-guard by the kind behavior, but when his expression turned appreciative with a wide smile, it was clear that the young intern appreciated not being treated as the help for once.

So upon leading the way to the black Escalade that the studio had told Peter to use to pick him up, Arthur deposited his bags into the backseat before hopping into the passenger seat. As Peter finally put the car into motion and drove out of the airport, Arthur’s eyes widened as the intern surprised the retail cashier with a quick little tour of LA as they made their way towards the studio. It was incredibly exciting for a cinephile like Arthur to get a quick glimpse of famous locales like the Hollywood sign or the Griffith Observatory. Despite the slight intimidation those locales provided in terms of realizing the impact and level of celebrity he was going to be around as a result, Arthur found himself remaining calm as Peter finally made his way towards the studio entrance.

After making a moment of small talk with the security guards out front, Peter showed off an ID badge that allowed the gates to open and for the intern to continue driving. As he made his way through the busy backlot, Arthur’s eyes couldn’t help but wildly dart in hopes of seeing any famous celebrities in the midst of walking to set or coming out of any of the trailers that lined the outer edges of the road. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to see anyone of note beyond what appeared to be some stunt actors decked out in some recognizable costumes.

While he continued to search around, Arthur’s frantic attempts were suddenly interrupted as Peter put the car into park and caused you to violently lurch forward from the fast braking. Upon looking over towards the meek man, who apologized for the abrupt stop, Arthur decided to ignore the whiplash and unbuckle his seatbelt. Before exiting though, Peter quickly ran through the itinerary to remind him of the schedule for the day. First, Peter would give Arthur an in-depth tour of the All-American sets that weren’t currently in use. Then after getting some lunch, Arthur would be ushered to the current filming locations where he’d be able to watch some takes and meet the actors of the show. Upon finishing that, he’d be led to the writers room, where he could discuss screenwriting with them, before heading to get some dinner courtesy of the studio’s lavish buffet. After this was finished then, Peter would drive Arthur to the hotel that the contest had purchased for the night.

With the itinerary for the day repeated to him by Peter, Arthur eagerly smiled before getting out of the car so the tour could finally begin. Luckily, the tour was fairly impressive to Arthur, as evident by the wide smile on his face as he saw the sets of the show and began to recall countless scenes (and gifs from Tumblr) where Cody was involved. Although there were many interesting sets that Peter led him through, Arthur was by far the most captivated by the set of the college gym. The mental images of several workout gifs that he had seen (and even jerked off to) continued to play in his mind as his hands grazed along the freshly cleaned equipment.

In all honesty, it was a bit of a bummer that it was so freshly cleaned because Arthur would have wanted nothing more than to get remnants of Cody’s sweat onto his fingers and catch a whiff of the surely alluring scent. Was it a bit creepy to think about getting off to an unsuspecting actor’s sweat? Sure, but Arthur knew that it was the wholehearted truth and felt no shame as a result.

Upon finishing up with that standout set, Peter followed it up by announcing that it was time for lunch given how hungry the Brit must be after the flight and drive to the studio. Although Arthur didn’t originally think about his appetite due to his excitement about eventually meeting Cody, the sudden gurgle deep in his gut was so loud that it echoed through the empty set and caused him to agree with Peter’s assumption. After following him through the seemingly empty studio, Arthur soon picked up on the sound of several distant voices that grew increasingly more prominent with each step he took. Peter pulled back a black curtain and motioned for Arthur to enter first, which caused him to quickly find himself in the middle of a craft services room. As the intern returned to the front to lead Arthur through the crowd of confused and curious low-tier members of the cast and crew, Peter took a moment to introduce Arthur to everyone and explain the reason behind his inclusion on set.

After Peter led him to the table to get a plate of food, which ended up being a filling yet basic meal of a sub sandwich and some chips, Arthur took the time to walk around and network with the crew members in between bites of his food. Given his own interest in film and the lesson plans that he’s had to do in the past involving cinematography, the man had a decent time talking with the lighting and camera operators to learn directly from them about their job and how they work to create the best possible show.

Although Arthur could have spent much longer chatting with people, the alarm of a clock rang out to signal that the end of lunch had arrived. While several of the crew members had their expressions sour as they returned to their job, Arthur stood out as he grinned in joy due to the realization that it was finally time to move onto his most anticipated part of the set visit - it was time to watch filming commence and meet some of the cast of the show.

As Peter led him through a door, Arthur was caught off-guard when the dense California air hit him. Looking around, the man soon discovered that not only was the set they were filming on was outside but it was a scene being filmed on a replica football field. Although the football field wasn’t completely legit given the fact that size constraints meant that they were shooting on a small plot of land rather than a 100 yard long area, the illusion was certainly still realistic to Arthur while seeing all of these actors decked out in football gear. In fact, the cameras were currently rolling as they filmed an actor sprinting before turning behind him to catch a football. Stunned at just how realistic the play felt, Arthur was utterly transfixed as the director called cut and the football player dropped the ball before sauntering out of the frame and gruffly demanding for someone to get him water.

Given Arthur’s own thirst for cocky and dominant men, his eyes remained trained on the mystery actor while admiring the man’s physique. From just that single take that Arthur observed, he was able to immediately pick up on how buff the man was. While watching that take as it occurred, his attention was instantly caught by the moderately firm set of quad muscles and the sizable ass that tightly bounced against the athletic shorts that he was wearing. Although the man wasn’t a real football player, he certainly could have been one with such an impressive build!

While Arthur watched the still-helmeted actor move to the side and get crowded by a bunch of assistants (where one of them handed him a styrofoam cup full of water), he couldn’t force himself to direct his attention elsewhere. Even as Peter basically dragged Arthur closer towards some of the cast and crew, Arthur remained utterly transfixed by the man’s sweat-soaked skin that glimmered in the sunlight and only showcased an impressive set of biceps that caused the fabric around his arms to bunch up. As such, Arthur endured an incredible shock when the mystery man finally pulled off the helmet and revealed that the man was none other than Cody Christian himself.

“Ho- holy shit,” Arthur said under his breath, although his panic and shock caused it to be a bit louder than he intended as he saw several people turn to look at him confused. Now that’s one way to make an entrance, Arthur thought to himself, instantly replaying the scene he witnessed in his head over and over. Of course, the reveal that Cody was practically next to him elicited a physical response in the form of a sizable bulge that pressed out against his shorts. After moving his hands down to try and conceal the untimely boner that he had sprung, Arthur’s thirsting session was interrupted as Peter caught his attention and told him that it was time to meet some of the cast while they took a break from filming.

Although he meant no disrespect to the other cast members that Peter introduced him to, Arthur couldn’t help but make quick small talk with the people before using his peripheral vision to see what Cody was up to. Based on the few glances he had taken throughout, it seemed as though the man’s personality wasn’t too far from the characters that he often played. From what he could see and partially hear, it seemed as though Cody was having a tantrum and yelling at his assistants and other crew members due to how hot the conditions were outside and how they didn’t respect him enough to keep him hydrated by having water ready for him.

As previously mentioned, Arthur loved himself a bad boy, so while this would be a turn-off to some people, it only made the actor more desirable in his eyes. While the cashier certainly didn’t like how Cody was treated the staff, his mind twisted the man’s behavior and speech into a more sexual context as he envisioned himself intimate with the hunky actor. It wasn’t often that the asexual had vivid sex dreams, but something about Cody just unlocked something deep in him that left him yearning for any kind of physical intimacy imaginable.

This sexual daydream was quickly interrupted by Peter, who tapped Arthur on his shoulder and broke up out of that daze. “Hey Arthur, was there anyone here on set that you were specifically wanting to meet today? If so, I can try to see if I can get a meeting with them. If they’re not here on set today, I could always try to pull some strings by contacting their agent or manager and arranging a FaceTime session with them,” he inquired, giving a reassuring smile that caused Arthur to lean in and whisper Cody’s name. “Ah I see, well let’s see what I can do about that then huh,” Peter continued, smiling and patting Arthur on the back before using that arm to push him forward towards his celebrity crush.

Even though the journey was only a few feet, it felt like an eternity for Arthur as he watched his body traveling closer and closer to Cody. Once he was two feet away from the actor’s group surrounding him, Arthur couldn’t help but gasp as Peter loudly spoke to gain their attention. “Excuse me, excuse me,” he began, smiling as his voice was able to break through the small group and get everyone (including Cody) to turn and look at Peter and Arthur’s direction. “Hey there, this is Arthur Harris, he won a contest through the studio for a special set tour and meet and greet with the cast of All-American. According to Arthur, he’s a big fan of yours Mr. Christian, so I thought it would be nice to properly introduce you two,” he said, keeping a chipper smile on his face even though Cody’s expression remained cold and quite clearly rageful.

“Uh hi there, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Arthur stammered out, which caused a few people in Cody’s posse to pause upon hearing the British accent he was speaking with. “I’ve been a big fan for years, so it’s really awesome to get this-,” he continued, suddenly interrupted when Cody huffed loudly and began to speak.

“Hey dude, it’s great that you won this random contest or whatever, but I’m like really not in the mood for a meet and greet. Plus, I’m like, really in the zone with my acting right now. So even if I wanted to spend my precious time chatting with some obsessed British fan, I really don’t have the right mentality for this right now,” he coldly said, which immediately provided a soul-crushing blow to Arthur given how direct and biting his words were.

Even though the man had never met the British man before, his phrasing was so direct it seemed as though they had been enemies for years! Although he wasn’t the most vocal person around, the cruel words had struck a chord with Arthur and thus he felt a desire to make his opinion heard by the cocky actor. But just as he began to take a breath to speak, Arthur was interrupted as Cody angrily cursed and caused everyone on set to look at the interaction going on.

“Bro, I really don’t give a shit about what you have to say. Like, you’re a nobody and I’m Cody Christian. Everything about you pales in comparison to me. So how about this, why don’t you get the fuck off my set so we can finish our scenes and I can go home. The sooner I can forget about you and your dumbass fanboy behavior, the better!”

Throughout the entire experience, Arthur could feel tears starting to well up in his eyes as he looked around and found that everyone there bore witness to his humiliation at the hands of the actor. Although he wanted so badly to tell the actor off and give him a taste of his own medicine, the fear of further punishment and potentially causing the actor to snap and get violent towards him caused him to back down. Instead, he allowed Peter to lead the way as the intern led the embarrassed man away from set to somewhere more secluded.

This location ended up being a small crew trailer that was quite a bit away from the liveliness of the active film crews. Upon entering, Arthur finally allowed his emotions to show as he began to actively tear up and try to release the pent-up emotions that he was feeling. Throughout, Peter found himself trying his best to console the man and lift his spirits, but it seemed to be no use. Then a light bulb suddenly flicked on in Peter’s head and caused him to smile and look down towards Arthur.

“Hey, don’t get upset about that asshole. What would you say if I potentially had a way to get some revenge on Cody?” Peter inquired, which immediately caused Arthur to stop his sniffling and look up.

“Wha- what do you mean?” he said, taking a deep breath in between his words as he tried to calm himself back down.

“Let’s just say that I have… something special that could teach Cody a lesson and make him regret treating you like that. What would you say to that?”

“Say no more then, I’m interested. That asshole has no right to treat people like that just because he’s an actor. I want him to pay for what he’s done, I want him to feel the same intense sense of humiliation and shame that I feel right now…”

In response, Peter reached into the pocket of his pants and searched around for a moment. Upon pulling it out and extending his hand outwards, the nerdy intern dropped his clenched fist and allowed a necklace to unfurl out in front of Arthur’s face. “Well, I think I have something in mind that can do just that…”

Looking at it, Arthur saw that the necklace itself seemed rather simple and basic given the fact that it was a silver key with a small silver chain looped through it. But as he grabbed it with his hands to inspect it, a full body shiver coursed through Arthur’s body, which was seemingly enough to get him to go along with whatever plan Peter had in mind.

“Ok, tell me what’s going to happen then and what I need to do…”

* * * * *

At first, Arthur was quite worried that he wouldn’t be able to find Cody’s trailer despite Peter’s directions, but it seemed as though Cody’s ego made sure that that was impossible. While walking through the backlot, Arthur eventually stumbled in front of a trailer that proudly had Cody’s headshot taped to the front door along with a bold and unmissable text that displayed his full name. According to Peter, Cody often took breaks alone in the trailer around this time to “unwind” and “get in character”, so the duo figured that this would be the perfect opportunity for Arthur to enact his revenge against his tormentor. So after having a moment to take a deep breath and steady himself, Arthur gave himself an encouraging nod as he pulled open the trailer door and quickly walked into the premises.

Of course, as Arthur entered up the steps and made eye contact with the hunky actor as he sat back in a leather recliner, the man’s expression quickly changed from the lax and seemingly happy expression he was displaying. Bizarrely though, the expression it became wasn’t of rage but rather total confusion.

“Wha- who the fuck are you?” Cody inquired, which only furthered Arthur’s annoyance and dedication to his current plan. The asshole didn’t even recognize him even though the interaction just occurred less than an hour ago!

Feeling emboldened by the power that Peter had seemingly gifted him, Arthur found himself standing strong and angrily responding to the actor’s questions. “I’m the wrong guy to mess with, you fucking asshole,” he cried out, taking a few steps closer to Cody and crossing his arms.

“Wait, you’re that fucking obsessed fan from earlier,” Cody sneered, getting a bit uncomfortable being stuck with who he assumed to be a total creep. “How did you find my goddamn trailer? What, did you think you were going to just come in here and try to see me naked or something? Get the fuck out before I call security and get your pervy ass put in jail!”

“Yeah, that’s not happening Cody. You’ve been an asshole to the wrong people, it’s about time you pay for all of the bullshit you’ve put me and this crew through. Luckily, I have the perfect way to make sure that you learn your lesson,” he began, stopping before revealing the answer and thus causing Cody to get a rare shiver of panic to course through his body.

“What, are you going to try and hurt me because I wouldn’t say hi and take a fucking selfie with you? Grow the fuck up! I was working, I don’t have the time for such worthless bullshit!”

“I’m not going to hurt you, but I am going to make you regret the way you not only treated me but those poor assistants of yours. There’s no reason for you to be so stuck up and rude to people. I was a big fan of yours and I just wanted to get the ability to properly say hi and tell you how much I appreciated your work. Instead, you brushed me off and made me feel worthless like those poor assistants of yours.”

“Oh, so you’re making threats now huh?” Cody retorted, immediately pushing himself up from the recliner and sauntering his way over towards Arthur. With each step, the actor tried to make himself appear even more intimidating by clenching his fists and cracking his knuckles, allowing the noise of the popping to fill the empty trailer until he was face-to-face with the fan. “I don’t take threats lightly, so I don’t think you know who you’re messing with. I don’t think you thought this plan through bro…”

“You think so? Actually, you’re exactly where I need you to be,” Arthur responded, a wide grin emerging onto his face as a sudden tingle emerged from his chest.

Looking down at it caused Cody’s eyes to follow suit, which caused him to discover the gem on the necklace that Arthur was now wearing violently shaking against his firm chest. While this originally could have been explained by the jock actor as some cheap gimmick or gag gift, the sudden levitation of the necklace was unexplainable.

“Holy shit,” Cody exclaimed, watching as the key rose up until it was no longer hanging around Arthur’s neck but rather extended straight out towards Cody’s own neck. “Wha, what is that shit? Are you a goddamn witch?”

Before Arthur could offer up a response to the hilarious assumption though, the key suddenly jerked forward and caused Arthur to be dragged along for the ride. Given the fact that there wasn’t much free space for the man to move given Cody standing in front of him, Arthur instinctively closed his eyes and braced for impact as it tugged him directly towards the confused actor. Despite the lack of any physical impact of their two bodies, the tugging seemingly had an unintended side effect as Arthur found himself quickly drifting off into unconsciousness as his newly comatose body remained stuck in place. If he had been awake and looked down at the necklace though, Arthur would have seen that the key had somehow plunged itself deep into the center of Cody’s neck and caused his gasps of shock to become muted.

Although it was painless for Cody, it was still quite terrifying to endure finding himself no longer able to speak as his throat was stabbed by the key. So while his mind originally focused on the fear of no longer being able to speak or deliver lines, a new fear began to emerge as he opened his eyes and watched as the crazed fan was going through an indescribable sight. The longer it looked, it seemed as though pieces of Arthur’s body were seemingly being pulled off of Arthur’s body and turning into particles that were sucked into the thick silver key like a vacuum. It was quite a horrific sight to watch as the man lost limbs and several pieces of his body until only his head and neck remained levitating in front of him. But soon enough, this too dispersed into particles that were also transferred into the mysterious yet magical key in front of him.

Even without a neck wrapped around it, this key remained stuck in place lodged into Cody’s neck. Cody could only gasp in shock and allow tears to fall down his face as he could feel motion emerging with the key. Looking down, he watched as the key somehow turned itself sideways into his flesh and made it appear as though it was unlocking a doorway.

In reality though, the necklace itself was a magical item that promised the ability to transfer souls. Upon getting in close contact of an intended target, the necklace would go into action by inserting itself into the subject’s neck and allowing the wearer’s body to evaporate as their soul was transferred into the necklace as a sort of holding chamber. Upon having the necklace turned, it unlocked the usually impenetrable soul of the human body and allowed for the wearer’s soul to invade.

So as this unlocking occurred, the entirety of Arthur’s soul traversed into Cody’s neck and began to disperse itself throughout all of Cody’s body. With each additional second after this invasion, Cody found himself growing fainter and fainter as he lost all of his motor control and senses. Once every piece of this was taken from Cody and traded to its new host, Cody’s soul lost consciousness and caused the body of the hunky actor to suddenly collapse and fall to the floor. Upon making an impact, the key suddenly popped out of Cody’s throat and bounced across the wood floors of the trailer a few times before finally settling.

Out of nowhere, Arthur suddenly gasped as he was slingshot back into the realm of reality. Upon finding himself on the floor of the trailer, the man grimaced and groaned as he reached onto the end of the leather recliner and pushed himself back up to his feet. Looking around for a moment, Arthur’s eyes widened as he looked around and realized that he was alone now. As he took a look down at himself and saw the firm physique stretched out in the same clothes that he had previously seen Cody wearing, it didn’t take many more context clues for him to figure out what had occurred. “Holy shit, I’m Cody Christian,” he said, chuckling as his cock began to immediately harden at the thought of being in the body of his celebrity crush.

Eager to get a better look at himself, Arthur quickly grabbed onto the necklace on the floor and put it on before pacing through the small yet spacious trailer in search of a mirror. Upon finding a bathroom door and heading inside, the man flicked the light on and smiled gleefully as he saw Cody Christian staring back at his reflection. What soon followed was a rather intimate and erotic session of feeling up his body and admiring the gorgeous physique. As he lifted up his arms and flexed, the man’s cock throbbed and began leaking pre-cum due to just how erotic this all was. He was already a fan of transformation content, but the concept of actually experiencing a transformation of his own into one of his celebrity crushes was truly a dream come true.

“Serves you right you fucking asshole,” Arthur remarked, chuckling while hearing the sound of Cody’s voice saying his words now. “Yeah, I know you’re still down there deep down. A little perk of using this trusty necklace made it so you’re still able to witness and feel everything that I do while I’m in control. You made me feel extreme amounts of shame and embarrassment from just simply saying hello, so I’m going to make every day of your life a living hell now.”

Before Arthur could continue explaining how exactly he was going to go about torturing the real soul of Cody Christian, a knock on the actor’s trailer door caused him to stop. Upon taking a moment to calm down and try his best to adopt Cody’s talking style, Arthur took a deep inhale and exhaled before making his way out towards the door. Pulling it open though, the man smiled widely as he saw Peter standing on Cody’s doorstep.

“Did it work?” the intern asked, trying his best to play it cool in case the real Cody was still around.

While he at first tried to play it cool and pretend as though he was really Cody, Arthur couldn’t keep the charade up long and thus broke character by curling his lips into a devious smirk. “Oh yeah, it worked,” Arthur said with a chuckle. “The Cody Christian that you know is now no longer in control…”

Opening the door wide to allow Peter inside, Arthur quickly slammed the trailer door shut and locked it as he prepared to get a crash course on acting and get a head start learning Cody’s lines before he’s required to head back to set in 20 minutes. Although it was certainly a struggle at first trying to comprehend the intricacies of acting and learning what Asher’s plotlines have been so far this season, it was totally worth it when it was finally time to change into the clothing necessary for the next scenes. When Arthur was handed a hanger that contained Asher’s football uniform, the man was buzzing with excitement as he headed into the bathroom and changed into his clothing. Despite wanting so badly to spend time checking out his new body nude and admiring every inch of his godly new muscles, Arthur was adamant about the fact that the new Cody Christian wouldn’t be tardy or a drama queen in any regard. As such, he pushed aside his erotic urges and instead pulled the uniform on.

While doing so, Arthur still had a blast as he was able to find his two favorite things colliding together into one thing. Not only was he now in the body of his celebrity crush but he was also getting dressed in an accurate football that was quite similar to those that the NFL players he thirsted for wore. It was an absolute dream come true! This was especially true taking a moment to check himself out in the mirror and seeing how the padded football pants helped his thighs and ass look impeccable while the skintight compression shirt fully showcased the strong arms, modest pecs, and broad shoulders that he could now call his own.

Upon pulling on the shoulder pads and then putting on the jersey, Arthur’s cock, which was now a few inches longer, was consistently throbbing as the look was completed and he saw his reflection. He truly looked and felt like a football star! With this much needed boost of confidence from Cody’s previous taunting, Arthur was most certainly in high spirits. This was especially apparent as he looked into the mirror and gave himself a pep talk. “You’ve fucking got this, you’re Cody Christian and you’re even better than that shitty imposter!”

With this pep talk completed while also riding on the high of further tormenting the real Cody trapped deep down inside, Arthur gave an elated grin towards his reflection before exiting the bathroom and allowing Peter to lead him to set.

* * * * *

As shooting for the day was called, Arthur Harris was quite relieved to know how well his first day as an actor went. While remembering lines was one of his biggest worries, it seemed to be seamless for him as if he had gained Cody’s own ability to act and recall lines. The biggest issue actually came in the form of having to do the full-on football scenes that required him to actually run plays and catch the ball while in the role of Cody’s wide-receiver character. Luckily though, a quick refresher from some crew on the show was able to help Arthur fully grasp the plays and successfully nail the scene by rushing down the fake field and scoring the game-winning touchdown. Although it was obviously fake given the field and the numerous takes it took to get it right, Arthur still felt like a star football player when he “scored” and clenched the win for his character’s team.

While his time watching the shooting of some scenes was relatively brief, it was quite apparent that things were dense due to Cody’s diva behavior. But given the fact that the real Cody was no longer around and Arthur was on a mission of turning Cody into a more respectful and calm person, things began to feel a bit less restrained as the crew and cast began to interact more and thus started to create a sense of harmony on set.

This continued into the night until filming was finally finished after doing a workout scene in the college gym that Arthur had often seen hot clips of Cody working out in. It was quite mind boggling to find himself in Cody’s body while in the area that had led him to have plenty of wanking material. Even more wild was the fact that the scene called for Cody to be working out shirtless (something that the crew told him was due to feedback from focus groups that were aiming to appeal to more female viewers). Given the fact that Arthur hadn’t really gotten a great chance to check out his shirtless body, he was more than willing to go along with such a concept and eagerly peeled off his shirt.

While the crew offered to mist his skin to make him appear like he had been sweating, Arthur was quick the shut the idea down. “Nah, I’d like to go method for this scene,” he cockily remarked, giving a wide smile to the director which seemingly convinced him to agree. With permission granted, Arthur spent a few minutes working out on several machines until he was dewy enough for the camera to pick up on it. 

Once the scene was shot and filming concluded for the day, Arthur opted to stay back and spend a little bit extra time in the gym set. After saying goodbye and thanking the crew for their hard work, Arthur watched as everyone slowly filtered out and went home for the day besides himself and Peter. Upon waiting a few minutes to verify that there were no stragglers that could return in case they forgot something, the duo finally began to speak and discuss the events of the day.

After Peter gave high praise to Arthur for his performance as Cody Christian, the duo shifted gears to discuss some other elements to their deal. Obviously, given the fact that Peter was able to provide the unbelievable reality of possessing Cody, there would be a requirement to reward Peter for the gift he had bestowed upon Arthur. Although there could have been a sizable monetary requirement for such a priceless gift, Peter’s ask was quite simple. All he wanted in return for giving Arthur Cody’s body was the chance to admire the actor’s physique and achieve his fantasy of getting Cody Christian off however he desired.

Given the fact that Arthur knew that he would surely be horny in the aftermath of possessing Cody, it was a no-brainer for him to accept such a proposition. Not only did he get someone else willing to worship his body, but he also got to cum in the process! With the agreement out of the way, Arthur wasted no time pulling off his clothing and revealing to the both of them for the first time the nude physique of Cody Christian. 

As Arthur lifted his arms up and flexed his biceps, Peter was quick to jump into action by peppering kisses along his firm upper arms and running his tongue along the musky pits of the freshly sweaty actor. All through the experience, Arthur had a look of pure elation on his face as he savored the sensation of feeling incredibly strong and masculine. Although he had gained a rather impressive physique from his years of working out, the man was still rather meek and thus didn’t really use those muscles for much when it came to any romance and intimacy. With Cody though, that would all change since he felt like the total package.

To make matters even erotic, Peter was desperate to add more humiliation for the real Cody by moaning his name as he ran his arms along Arthur’s back and firmly used a hand to squeeze each perky ass cheek that he now had. While his hands then traversed back up Cody’s broad back and moved to the front, Arthur even chimed in talking about how great it was to have his body felt up by someone smaller than him. This tit-for-tat continued between the duo as Peter cupped Arthur’s pecs and ran his tongue along the man’s washboard abs while Arthur continued on the slight taunting towards the thinner man.

The idea seemed to be rather effective, as both men were soon rock hard and begging for release. Luckily, Peter recognized this fact for both of them and opted to do something about it. As he got down onto his knees and began to focus on toying with Arthur’s new cock, the former British man fell back onto the seat of the bench press and lifted his arms up while gasping. Despite seeming like a total novice when it came to sex, it appeared as though Peter was an expert as he sensually ran his tongue along Arthur’s new 9.5” shaft and even took a moment run his hands underneath Cody’s sweat-stained shorts to play with the straight actor’s tight asshole. Luckily though, the main event finally arrived as Peter opened his mouth and put his lips around Arthur’s cock. Before long, the two of them were loudly moaning (although Peter’s was muffled due to just how wide his mouth was spread attempting to wrap around the girthy manhood) as they both pushed desperately towards completion. Within seconds, the inevitable finally arrived as the duo came in unison, with Arthur’s thick load taking a quick journey down the back of Peter’s throat while Peter’s own cum splattered against his underwear in an intense fashion.

After Peter finished sucking and pulled his mouth off of Cody’s cock, the duo both laid down for a few minutes to catch their breath from such an erotic and unbelievable experience. When Arthur first received the invitation for the trip from Nate, he had no idea of just how life-changing it would be. Not only did he get to teach a cocky asshole a much-needed lesson, but Arthur also got a new body and life out of it… and the body of his idol no less! It was a dream come true, so much so that Arthur quickly said as much as he logged into his Discord account to send a message to Nate saying exactly that. While he promised to explain more later, Arthur ended the message by saying that the gift was the best thing he could have received.

Now eager to get out of the studio and explore what this new life has in store for him, Arthur said his goodbyes to Peter while talking about how he was excited to see him tomorrow. Although there was certainly no real attraction that Arthur felt for the meek nerd, it was safe to say that they would be friends forever due to the kindness that Peter had done for him. As he finally made his return to Cody’s trailer, Arthur rifled through the rather grand closet that had countless designer brands hung up. Feeling rather proud of himself for such a great performance as Cody Christian, Arthur opted to pull out a luxury suit and put it on. It was quite erotic to see the final result as he looked into the reflection in his bathroom mirror, especially given how form-fitting it was with his muscular build!

“Let’s go see what the life of Cody Christian has to offer huh?” He said to his reflection, lifting his arms up and giving a cocky flex that was punctuated with a wink to just further the humiliation towards the soul stuck powerless in his own body.  After grabbing Cody’s phone and wallet, a quick search through the trailer provided a set of car keys. Making his way out of the trailer, the man was quite amused to click the lock button of his key fob and see the lights of a brand new sports car light up.

Upon unlocking it and getting into the driver’s seat, the man oohed and ahhed at the leather seats he had as he turned the car over and felt the car purr to life. As he took a moment to press his foot onto the gas pedal and feel the engine powerfully rev up to the point where his body was shivering, a cocky smirk emerged on Arthur’s face as he felt drunk on unbridled power. Not only was he in a powerful car, but he was also now the proud owner of an even powerful body and life. All of those years of thirsting and blindly stanning the actor had paid off as Arthur was now for all intents and purposes Cody Christian through and through. With a body like this, he could get any man or woman he desired along with any role given his Prince Charming level good looks.

Even though he didn’t have a license or a car back in the UK, the brand new Cody Christian still felt no worries as he sped off into the night. He was a lucky man after all, and there was no way that he’d end up losing when he looked and felt this good!

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