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[asiantransformations]

Chinese New Year New You

Wilson roamed through the bustling shopping mall, weaving between racks of red and gold. The air buzzed with excitement, families chattering about Chinese New Year plans. He had one mission: to find the perfect outfit that would leave a lasting impression on Johnny’s parents. With his parents gone and not close to family. Wilson only had Johnny and needs to be accepted. Wilson wanted to look impeccable, like the kind of man who belonged at their meticulously set table.

It wasn’t just about clothes; it was about commanding presence. The right shirt, the right jacket, the right... aura.

While browsing through a section of tailored suits, Wilson paused, distracted. A bear of a man strolled past him, carrying two heavy bags of groceries with effortless strength. His broad shoulders stretched his singlet top, revealing a bearish, muscular frame that screamed power and confidence. His chest looked like it could break hearts, and his arms bulged like they were made to carry more than just groceries. He had that rugged, husky charm Wilson could never quite replicate no matter how sharp his suit or polished his shoes.

“Wow,” Wilson whispered to himself, eyes narrowing. “Perfect.”

Wilson overheard the cafe shout his name as he got his coffee—Gabriel. Wilson followed him discreetly, watching as he paused to browse workout apparel. Gabriel laughed to himself as he checked the tags, the sound rich and warm, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Wilson smirked. “You’ll do nicely.”

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Gabriel stepped into the fitting room with an armful of clothes, letting the heavy curtain fall closed behind him. Wilson waited nearby, pretending to browse. He could feel the faint buzz of energy emanating from Gabriel—his aura was bright, resilient. A challenge, perhaps, but one Wilson was eager to face.

As soon as the curtain rustled, Wilson slipped inside, closing the small space behind him. Gabriel turned, startled, his brow furrowing. He had just removed his clothes and there he was, standing in his shorts.

“Hey, man—what the hell are you doing?”

Wilson didn’t answer. Instead, he raised a hand, his palm glowing faintly as he began to chant in a low, steady voice. Gabriel’s eyes widened as he felt the strange pull, like something was reaching into his very core.

“What... what’s going on?” Gabriel growled, trying to push Wilson away.

But Wilson held his ground, the ancient words spilling from his lips faster now. Gabriel’s body stiffened as the magic began to take hold, but his willpower was stronger than Wilson had anticipated. Gabriel’s muscles tensed as he fought back, his aura flaring with defiance.

“You’re not taking me,” Gabriel spat, his voice a low rumble. He shoved Wilson hard, sending him stumbling back against the mirror.

Wilson gritted his teeth, his determination unwavering. “You’re strong, I’ll give you that,” he said, his voice calm despite the strain. “But this body? It’s mine now.”

He lunged forward, pressing his glowing palm against Gabriel’s chest. The energy surged between them, and Gabriel let out a guttural roar as he tried to resist. Sweat beaded on both their foreheads as the struggle continued, the air in the small room growing thick with power.

But slowly, Gabriel’s resistance began to waver. His movements became sluggish, his strength fading as Wilson’s magic overwhelmed him. With one final push, Wilson felt the shift—the moment when Gabriel’s spirit gave way, leaving his body open and unguarded.

Wilson gasped as he felt himself sink into Gabriel’s form, the sensation both thrilling and disorienting. When he opened his eyes, he was staring at his reflection in the mirror—not as Wilson, but as Gabriel. He flexed his new hands, then his arms, marveling at the sheer power they held. This experience was causing his libido to spike and his confidence to fly through the roof as he grabbed his growing shaft.

“Perfect,” he whispered, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

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The next day, Wilson—now Gabriel—sat on a weight bench at the gym, relishing the power that came with every rep. He felt stronger, more capable than ever before. It wasn’t just the body; it was the life. Gabriel was built like an ox and strong in every way. He touched into some of his memories and knowledge which allowed him to push beyond his limits. His new body was so awesome. He had the muscle memory for all the equipment and swimming pool. Despite his bigger frame, he moved swiftly in the water which allowed the best cardio workout he had in a while.

As he sat at the corner waiting to dry off while recollecting all the sensations he felt so far. Wilson was thinking about how happy his boyfriend would be. Wilson’s phone buzzed beside him, pulling him back into reality.

It was Johnny.

Johnny: So, did you find anything good for CNY yet? Don’t keep me in suspense.

Wilson (as Gabriel): Oh, I found exactly what I needed.

Johnny: Really? A suit?

Wilson (as Gabriel): Better. This guy... Gabriel. Rugged, charming, built like a tank. He’s perfect.... And he comes with own set of wardrobe waiting to be impress.

Johnny: ...What?

Wilson (as Gabriel): Trust me, babe. Just wait until you see me. Here is a sneak peek at the glory that I am. *sending a selfie*

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On New Year’s Eve, Wilson arrived at Johnny’s parents’ house, dressed in a crisp white t-shirt along with a light jacket that hugged his new frame in all the right ways. His sleeves were rolled up just enough to reveal thick forearms, and his new apple watch that gleamed under the bright light of the daytime.

Johnny’s parents were clearly impressed, their smiles wide as they welcomed him in. Julian, however, stood stunned at the door, staring at “Gabriel” with a mix of confusion and admiration.

“You’ve... changed,” Johnny said, eyes scanning him.

Wilson leaned in close, whispering, “I told you. Perfect, wasn’t I?”

Johnny swallowed, his voice dropping. “You’re... exactly what I’ve always wanted.”

Wilson smiled. He knew Johnny had always dreamed of being with a bigger guy, someone who could pick him up effortlessly, someone he could feel dwarfed by yet safe with. Wilson had heard his boyfriend’s playful hints over the years, but until now, he’d never been able to deliver.

This year, he wasn’t just going to impress Johnny’s parents—he was going to give Johnny an experience he’d never forget.

The celebrations passed in a blur of laughter, feasting, and traditions, but Wilson couldn’t help but revel in the freedom and strength of his new life. As he tossed mandarin oranges into the river for good luck, he knew he’d already made his own luck—taking what he wanted and turning it into something even better.

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Later that night, as the festivities wound down, the two of them slipped away to Johnny’s room. Johnnh traced a hand over Wilson’s broad chest, his breath catching as he felt the sheer size and strength beneath his fingertips.

“You’re incredible,” Johnny murmured, his eyes wide with awe.

Wilson chuckled, pulling Johnny close. “And this is just the beginning.”

This Chinese New Year, sleep was the last thing on their minds. Between stolen kisses, playful teasing, and Johnny’s insatiable curiosity about his boyfriend’s new form, the night stretched on endlessly. The hours blurred together as they explored this new dynamic, reveling in the excitement and intimacy that came with it.

Gabriel's sensitivity was heightened from Johnny's soft touch. Wilson was still getting used to his high libido and super virility as they went multiple rounds. Johnny was impressed with his long, thick shaft that sent shivers up his body every time that did it.

For Wilson, the body wasn’t just a tool—it was a gift, and one he was more than happy to share with Johnny. This year wasn’t just about fresh starts. It was about bold transformations, deeper connections, and discovering new heights together.

As the night wound down and lanterns glowed faintly against the dark sky, Johnny and Wilson—now fully embracing the name Gabriel—stood hand in hand under the flickering lights. Johnny hadn’t stopped smiling all night, stealing glances at “Gabriel” whenever he thought no one was looking.

Later, as they lay in Johnnys’s room, Johnny traced his fingers along the contours of Gabriel’s broad chest, marveling at the transformation. “You’re different now,” he whispered, “but it’s still you. And I love this—every bit of it.”

Gabriel smiled, pulling Johnny closer. “I did it for us. For you. And I think... I think I like this new me too.”

Johnny leaned up, kissing him softly. “New year, new you. And I couldn’t be happier.”

For the first time in years, Wilson—now Gabriel—felt complete. He’d taken what he wanted, and it had given him not just strength, but a deeper connection with Johnny. This was the best Chinese New Year yet, and he knew it was only the beginning. Together, they had a future brighter than the lanterns lighting the night sky.

This year wasn’t just about change—it was about becoming something greater, and Gabriel intended to keep this body, this life, and this love for as long as he could.

Happy Chinese New Year 2025!

Happy Year of the Snake!

[asiantransformations]

Truly the Better Half of the Relationship

I wake up to the feeling of power. Real, undeniable, tangible power. My hands move over thick, muscular arms—my arms. My chest rises and falls, broad and firm, the kind of chest I used to dream about, the kind I used to worship.

I throw off the covers, stretching, flexing, feeling the perfect tension in every muscle. The body of my dreams. The body I built. The body that should have always been mine.

No, please—stop this! Give it back!

Jordan’s voice rings in my mind, raw with desperation. I smirk at my reflection in the mirror. His reflection. No—my reflection now. The ultimate bear, manly, husky and the physique of a man sculpted by years of dedication. I roll my shoulders, feeling the weight, the sheer presence of this body. I lift an arm, flex, watch the biceps peak.

I laugh. "Oh, Jordan, I’m just getting started."

He whimpers. I feel his anguish like an undercurrent, a presence I can’t ignore but choose not to acknowledge. He’s there, always there, experiencing everything I do, screaming and begging for control, but it’s useless. He’s just a passenger, a whisper in the back of my mind, a ghost trapped in his own flesh.

And I?

I am free.

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Jordan always thought he was in control. He thought he was the one leading this relationship, the one making the choices. I had once promised him I was always going to take care of his body and I was always one step ahead. I saw the way he relished his dominance, how he loved the way people admired his physique, his discipline. And I loved it too. I planned all his outfits. I fed his body. Forced him to go for a workout even when we didn't want to. I built what his body is.

But I always knew… if the day ever came that he decided he didn’t need me anymore, I would take what I had rightfully earned.

It was a small thing, really. A tiny, enchanted apparatus, the result of careful research and a desperate need to never lose him—or at least, never lose his body. I had hidden it in a protein shake, a kiss, a night of whispered promises. It embedded itself inside him, dormant, waiting for the moment he betrayed me.

And he did.

"I think we should break up."

His words cut like a knife, but I had already prepared for this. My heart pounded, my breath hitched, but beneath the pain, there was something else. Anticipation.

He didn’t even realize what was happening. The moment he uttered those words, the magic activated. A slow numbness crept through me—not fear, not sadness, but something deeper. Something powerful. I felt myself slipping, my consciousness stretching, untethering.

And then—impact.

At first, there was a searing pressure, like my entire being was being pulled forward, twisted, merged. Then, the rush of new sensations—strength, weight, solidity. My hands moved first, clenching, feeling the thick veins running along my forearms. The smoothness of my chest as I exhaled, deeper and richer than before. My thighs, powerful and thick, tensed as I adjusted myself in his—my—seat.

I gasped, drinking in the overwhelming power of this body. Every muscle was alive, buzzing with the energy of years of training. My skin felt tighter, my movements smoother, more refined. Even standing felt different—stronger, more commanding.

Then I heard it.

"No, no, no! What’s happening?!"

Jordan’s voice, frantic and distant, like someone screaming from behind a locked door.

I smirked. "Relax, babe. I got this."

His panic surged, but I ignored it, rolling my neck, stretching, feeling everything. He was still there, locked away, screaming and thrashing. But I was in charge now and him being awake makes me more pumped up and horny. This body is now mine.

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I’m not just staying because I won.

I’m staying because this is what I deserve.

I had given Jordan everything. My time, my energy, my support. I cooked his meals, made sure he had the right nutrients, pushed him to train harder, sculpted him into the ultimate man. But what did I get in return? A breakup. A discard.

No. Not anymore.

I wasn’t just going to take his body. I was going to be better than he ever was.

A better athlete. A stronger man. A more dedicated and disciplined figure.

And most of all—a better boyfriend to anyone.

Jordan wasted his potential on shallow flings, on momentary indulgences. But now, I had the chance to be someone worthy of real love. I could be the perfect partner—the kind of boyfriend people dream about. Someone who had the body, the discipline, the devotion.

I deserved this.

I built this.

I earned this.

Jordan sobs in my head. I feel his despair, his horror, his utter helplessness as I slip seamlessly into his life, as I flash his signature smirk, as I take his body further than he ever could.

"You should be grateful," I whisper, smirking at my reflection. "I’ll do more with this body than you ever could."

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I slip into Jordan’s routine effortlessly. His mannerisms, his habits—I access them as easily as a second nature. When I walk into the gym, his friends greet me like nothing has changed. They don’t know the man they’re talking to isn’t the same one from yesterday. They don’t know the real Jordan is watching, helpless, as I take his life for myself.

I bench press more weight than I ever could before. I feel the raw strength coursing through me, the efficiency of muscles trained to perfection. Each rep is a reminder that I’m everything I ever wanted to be.

Jordan sobs in my head. He doesn’t want to feel this, doesn’t want to experience the burn, the strain, the rush of power—but he has no choice.

With my smarts and his body, nothing is impossible for us with me in control. Not that I'm not already used to it, but I am able to access all the knowledge about his life as well. His mannerisms, his likes/dislikes, his history.

At night, I indulge in the luxuries this body affords me. The way people look at me, admire me. The way my physique draws in attention without me even trying. Jordan always took these things for granted, but not me.

I savor every glance, every touch, every whispered compliment. So many guys want to show their worth to me. The feeling of someone’s hands sliding over my muscular built, fingers lingering over biceps that pulse with strength. The weight of another body against mine, tracing the contours of my muscles, worshipping me the way I once worshipped Jordan. "I never understood why you always denied me sex and cuddles when your body is always this horny!"

And he?

He feels it all.

Every. Single. Sensation.

Every breath against my skin. Every moan. Every shuddering wave of pleasure.

"Stop—please, stop!" His voice is frantic, desperate. But it’s not just agony. It’s helpless pleasure too. His body reacts as mine, his nerves intertwined with my experience, forcing him to feel every surge of pleasure, whether he wants to or not. Jordan's body is more sensitive than I have ever imagined.

I stretch out in bed, exhaling deeply, muscles loose and warm after a night of indulgence with just a random twink. Sweat clings to my skin, my breath slowing, my body thrumming with satisfaction. Jordan trembles in the back of my mind, humiliated, exhausted, but unable to escape the aftershocks of pleasure that ripple through us both. "Urgh, no no no. Stop this!"

As I show my twink for the night out, I thank him for the wonderful time, something Jordan would have never done after he climaxed.

I chuckle, wiping a hand over my pecs. "See, Jordan? I’m taking good care of this body. Just like I promised."

He sobs. I flex.

He fights. I get horny.

Because this body is mine now. And I am never giving it back. My balls seem to still be heavy and I'm still horny as hell. Maybe it's time for a round two and three and four.

[asiantransformations]

From KorKor to GongGong.

JunHao couldn’t believe how far he’d fallen. Once, he had everything—a loving girlfriend, a thriving business, and a body that turned heads everywhere he went. Now, all of that was gone. The debt he owed the Chinese mafia hadn’t just taken his money or his livelihood. They had taken him.

It all started years ago when his business began to crumble. Desperate to stay afloat, he’d taken a loan from the wrong people. Rumors of the Chinese mafia’s brutal, unorthodox debt collection methods had been whispered around town, but JunHao never imagined he’d become one of their victims.

At 35, JunHao had been the epitome of masculinity. Years of waking up at dawn to lift weights in his makeshift gym-esque courtyard had sculpted his body into a oriental masterpiece. His biceps, thick and powerful, could split the sleeves of any shirt. His abs, chiseled and defined, were a testament to his discipline. And his manhood—well, his girlfriend used to blush just thinking about it. JunHao was proud of his natural endowment, which had always made him feel invincible, as if he were destined for greatness.

But that was before. Now, at 70 years old and trapped in a frail, withered body, he was a shadow of his former self.

Determined to confront the man who had taken everything from him, JunHao arrived at Mr. Chen’s opulent mansion. The doors were opened by two towering young men, their muscles bulging against their tailored suits. Their chiseled jaws and cocky smiles hinted at their borrowed origins. JunHao knew these weren’t their real bodies—probably stolen from aspiring athletes or struggling gym rats who couldn’t pay their dues.

The guards dragged JunHao through the mansion’s marble hallways, past walls adorned with priceless artwork. The air was thick with the scent of testosterone and power. Finally, they arrived at the courtyard.

And there he was—JunHao's old body, lounging in a hot tub like a god.

Mr. Chen, now inhabiting JunHao's former body, looked like a vision of strength and virility. His light, sculpted chest glistened with water, the ridges of his abs catching the sunlight. He grabbed his growing cock and let out a sexy, alpha groan. A black necklace with the Chinese Mafia's logo now rested against his broad chest. He oozed confidence, his powerful legs stretched out lazily as if he owned the world.

When he saw JunHao, his lips curled into a smug smile. “JunHao!” he boomed, his voice deep and commanding—JunHao's voice. “Come to admire your handiwork?”

JunHao's heart twisted in his chest. Hearing his voice come from someone else, especially someone who was desecrating everything he’d worked for, was unbearable.

Mr. Chen stood, water cascading down his muscular frame. He flexed his biceps, their size seemingly even more pronounced than when JunHao had owned them. “This body,” Mr. Chen said, running his hands over his chest and abs, “is a masterpiece. A gift from you to me.”

He laughed, grabbing his stiffening crotch with an audacious smirk. “And this? This is a real treasure. Your little secret, huh? What they say about Chinese people, isn't true apparently. Don’t worry, I’m putting it to good use now. Let’s just say it’s… thriving in the right hands.”

JunHao's face burned with shame. He’d always been proud of his virility, his ability to satisfy his girlfriend and leave her breathless. Now, Mr. Chen was flaunting it like a trophy, using it in ways that made JunHao's stomach churn.

Mr. Chen stepped out of the hot tub, water dripping down his thick thighs. “You know, JunHao, I’ve never felt more alive. This body—it’s a machine. The stamina, the strength… And let’s not even get started on the bedroom. Let’s just say the boys can’t get enough.”

He flexed again, this time making a show of clenching his pecs. “I don’t know how you kept this gem hidden for so long. If I’d known what you were packing, I’d have taken it sooner.”

JunHao couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped to his knees, his frail body trembling. “Please,” he begged. “I want my body back. I’ll do anything.”

Mr. Chen chuckled, the sound rich and mocking. “Anything, you say?” He gestured for one of his guards to get him another bottle of beer. Taking a long sip, he let some spill down his chest, then wiped it off with a slow, deliberate motion. “You couldn’t handle this body anymore, old man. Look at you—pathetic.”

He stepped closer, towering over JunHao. “But I’ll tell you what,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “I’m feeling generous. I’ll give you a new body—not this one, of course. This beauty is staying right where it is. But I can get you something… better than the sack of bones you’re in now. A younger body. Maybe even a little attractive.”

JunHao's heart leapt. “You’d do that?”

“Sure,” Mr. Chen said with a grin taking of his sunglasses seductively. “On one condition.”

JunHao's hope faltered. “What condition?”

“You’ll become my personal servant,” Mr. Chen said, leaning in close. “Every day, you’ll oil this body, shave this chest, and make sure it looks its best. You will also be my own personal cum dump. You should know how virile I am now and my precious liquids aren't to be just spilled on the ground. You’ll clean my mansion, pour my drinks, and watch as I live the life you gave up. And maybe—maybe—I’ll consider giving you a slightly better body in return. A body that will please my sexual needs more.”

JunHao's stomach kept being churned. The thought of serving Mr. Chen, of watching him flaunt what was once his, let alone serving and pleasuring a body that was once his, was unbearable. Yet what choice did he have? To live the rest of his days as an old, broken man was equally unthinkable.

“So,” Mr. Chen said, flexing his biceps one more time for emphasis. “What’s it gonna be, JunHao? Serve me, or rot in that pathetic shell of yours?”

JunHao looked up at his former body, now radiating power and confidence, and felt his world closing in.

"Okay."

[asiantransformations]

Prologue - A Deal with the Devil

Mr. Chen sat at his grand mahogany desk, the faint glow of his jade desk lamp casting sharp shadows across his angular features. In one hand, he swirled a glass of aged whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light as he leaned back in his chair. Before him lay a file marked Confidential—a dossier on JunHao, the man who had once been an untouchable icon of success, strength, and masculinity.

“JunHao,” Mr. Chen murmured, savoring the name like a delicacy. “You had it all, didn’t you? A thriving business, a loving girl, and a body that could make even gods envious.”

He glanced at the photo pinned to the top of the file. There JunHao stood, shirtless on a magazine cover, his sculpted physique the picture of perfection. The biceps that could stretch the seams of any suit, the chiseled abs, the confident smile—it all reeked of success, of invincibility. But Mr. Chen saw something else. Ambition. Greed. A man who had soared so high he never bothered to look down.

And that was where Mr. Chen came in.

He had orchestrated the entire downfall with surgical precision. Junhao’s business, a chain of high-end fitness centers, had been booming. But like many businessmen who thought themselves untouchable, JunHao had been careless with his partnerships. He hadn’t noticed when a shell company, quietly owned by Mr. Chen, began acquiring shares in his supply chain. He hadn’t realized when critical shipments of equipment were delayed or canceled, choking his operations.

Then came the financial strain, and with it, the loans.

“Desperate men make desperate decisions,” Mr. Chen muttered to himself, taking a sip of whiskey. He remembered the day JunHao had walked into his office, his broad shoulders weighed down by stress, his usual aura of confidence cracked.

“I need a loan,” JunHao had said, his deep voice betraying a hint of desperation.

Mr. Chen had leaned back in his chair, feigning concern. “A loan, you say? From me? The terms would have to be… unconventional.”

JunHao had hesitated, but he was a man with his back against the wall. He had signed the contract without reading the fine print. It was a devil’s bargain, one that Mr. Chen had designed with a very specific clause: in the event of the business fails, all of JunHao’s assets—all of them—would transfer to Mr. Chen.

It wasn’t just the gyms. Not just the properties or the accounts. It was everything JunHao had. Without him realizing, it included his body and the ownership to it.

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The collapse had been swift. Within months, Junhao’s business was in shambles. The loans he had taken to save it became an anchor, dragging him further into the abyss. And when the inevitable happened—when Junhao defaulted—Mr. Chen made his move.

He had summoned Junhao to his private estate, the contract in hand. Junhao, now a shadow of his former self, stood in the opulent office, his powerful frame visibly worn by stress. "Guess your business failed and everything of yours is now mine!"

“You can’t do this,” Junhao had growled, his fists clenched.

“Oh, but I can,” Mr. Chen had replied, his tone calm and cold. “You signed the contract. You agreed to the terms.”

“I’ll fight this in court!”

Mr. Chen had chuckled darkly. “You won’t get the chance. The clause is binding, immediate, and irrevocable. I don’t just own your business, Junhao. I own you.”

Before Junhao could react, Mr. Chen had signaled to his guards. They restrained the struggling man as Mr. Chen retrieved a small vial from his desk—a blend of ancient Chinese alchemy and cutting-edge bioengineering.

“This,” Mr. Chen said, holding the vial up to the light, “is your key to freedom—or, rather, mine.”

Junhao’s eyes had widened as the liquid was injected into his neck. He had thrashed against the guards’ grip, but it was no use. The process was instantaneous. A searing pain had coursed through his veins as his consciousness was pulled away from his body, drawn into a swirling void.

When Junhao woke, he found himself in a frail, elderly body, his once-pristine physique now a distant memory. Across the room, Mr. Chen stood in front of a mirror, marveling at his new form.

“This… is perfection,” Mr. Chen had said, flexing his biceps and running his hands over his chiseled abs. He turned to face Junhao, a smirk playing on his lips. “You should be proud, Junhao. Your body will be put to far better use in my hands.”

Junhao had screamed, lunging at Mr. Chen, but his new, weakened body betrayed him. The guards dragged him away as Mr. Chen laughed, his deep, commanding voice echoing through the halls.

“You should have read the fine print, Junhao,” Mr. Chen had called after him. “You’ve given me everything. And I do mean everything.”

Mr. Chen stepped out of the private chambers in only his underwear, feeling the weight of JunHao's powerful form. His every movement felt fluid, controlled, and effortless. It was a far cry from the frail, aging shell he had once inhabited. As he walked down the hallway, he marveled at the strength that now surged through his limbs, the sensation of each muscle flexing with the slightest movement.

He flexed his biceps—massive, round, and hard as stone—and let out a deep, satisfied breath. It was like a drug, this power. His former body, though fit, had never compared to the raw might he now commanded. These arms—these biceps—could easily crush anyone who dared to oppose him. The veins that snaked across his skin pulsed with vitality, evidence of his newfound strength. Every push, every pull, every lift was easier now, as if the world itself bent to his will.

He grinned, eyes tracing the contours of his new physique in the mirror as he walked past. The chest—wide, firm, and densely packed with muscle—caught his attention. His pecs were like slabs of stone, firm and unyielding, pressing against the tight shirt he had chosen to wear. When he flexed, the movement was hypnotic, a showcase of sheer power. The depth of his ribcage felt more pronounced, the muscles more pronounced, each fiber finely sculpted to perfection. He could feel the strength of his lungs, the way they expanded and contracted with ease, fueling his movements.

His mind raced with the possibilities. In this body, he was capable of feats that would’ve been impossible in his former, weaker form. There was no limit to what he could do, no obstacle he couldn’t crush beneath his new strength. He felt like a god, a man whose very presence commanded the room. Every glance from a passerby, every flicker of acknowledgment from those around him—he could see the admiration, the envy, the lust in their eyes.

But it wasn’t just the physicality that set this body apart. It was the knowledge embedded in every fiber, every cell of this machine.

Now, Mr. Chen stood in front of the mirror in JunHao's—his— gym, his reflection a living testament to his triumph. He flexed his biceps, marveling at their sheer size and power, and smirked as he ran his fingers down the ridges of his abs. His servants were in awe of what he attained.

“This body,” he said to himself, his voice rich and resonant, “isn’t just a vessel. It’s a weapon. A masterpiece.”

Mr. Chen lifted the weight, a staggering amount, effortlessly. As the barbell rose and fell in perfect rhythm, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. Every inch of JunHao’s body was designed for optimal performance. His shoulders were broad and thick, built for lifting, carrying, and crushing. His legs were powerful pillars of strength, veins and tendons twisting beneath the skin as they absorbed the pressure with ease. His calves were muscular and solid, able to sprint for miles without tiring, propelling him forward with each step.

He was a walking weapon—a machine capable of destruction.

The gift of virility was perhaps the most intoxicating. Mr. Chen had always been a man who desired control over everything, and now, he had control over the most primal part of his new form. He could feel the sheer force of Junhao’s masculinity coursing through him, the power in his loins that seemed to radiate outward, a constant hum of energy that never faded. His once-feeble self had known nothing of this.

This was a different kind of strength.

It wasn’t just about physical satisfaction. It was about dominance—asserting control over the very essence of another person. The body’s virility wasn’t a mere function of attraction; it was a weapon, a means of asserting his superiority, of owning and controlling.

The mind that came with this body was just as powerful as its physical form. Junhao’s intelligence had been sharp—business savvy, ruthless in his own right. But now, those instincts and ideas had become Mr. Chen’s. He could feel it—the knowledge embedded deep within the muscle, the experience that came from years of competition, of pushing himself to the limits. Every decision Junhao had made, every business deal, every negotiation—it was all there, like an archive waiting to be unlocked.

Mr. Chen felt as though he were walking in the footsteps of a man who had already laid the path for success. Every strategy, every move he needed to make, was now at his fingertips. JunHao’s thoughts, his methodical and strategic way of thinking, now surged through Mr. Chen’s mind as though they had always been his own.

He could feel the instinctual knowledge of how to read people, how to control a room, how to exploit weaknesses. His ability to manipulate, to strategize, to make others bow to his will—it was second nature now.

Every touch felt electric, as if JunHao's body was awakening to its new owner, recalibrating itself to fit Mr. Chen like a finely tailored suit. Every nerve ending seemed to buzz, hyperaware of his movements, responding to his commands with an eagerness that was both exhilarating and addictive.

Running his hands over his chest, Mr. Chen marveled at the power beneath his fingertips. The solid ridges of muscle, the soft yet firm hairs brushing against his palms-it was all so alive. His previous body had been stiff, sluggish, and unresponsive, a constant reminder of his age. But this? This was perfection incarnate, and it responded to him like a finely tuned instrument.

He progressed to his bedroom and then on the full-length mirror that dominated the corner of his suite, captivated by the sight before him. Mr. Chen wanted to explore this new opportunity in private. As he flexed, his reflection seemed to shimmer with vitality, every muscle rippling beneath his skin in perfect harmony. The sheer control he had over this body was intoxicating.

But then, something unexpected happened.

A faint warmth began to build, spreading through him like a slow burn. It started in his chest, radiating downward with an intensity that took his breath away. By the time he noticed the faint wet spot forming on his underwear, it was too late to deny it-this body wasn't just alive; it was thriving, responding to his every whim with an energy that left him breathless.

"This... this is something else," he murmured, a grin spreading across his face as he pressed his palm against the damp patch, feeling the heat beneath. "You've really outdone yourself, JunHao."

Rather than being embarrassed, Mr. Chen reveled in the sensation. He let the feeling wash over him, leaning into the raw vitality that coursed through his veins. He flexed again, harder this time, watching in awe as his biceps bulged, veins snaking across his forearms like rivers of power. Mr. Chen moaned every so loudly as he groped his new cock. The wet patch grew slightly, and he couldn't help but laugh -a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the room.

"This is what it means to feel alive," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "This is what I've been missing."

He sat on the edge of the bed, letting his hands roam freely, exploring every inch of his new form. The hard planes of his chest, the taut curve of his thighs, the firmness of his calves-each touch sent a jolt of pleasure through him. It was as if the body itself was rejoicing, celebrating its new owner with a symphony of sensations.

After a few minutes of indulgence, Mr. Chen was covered in JunHao's precious juices which reeked of testosterone, a testament to the new virility. A taste of it sent shockwaves of energy and flavors to his tongue as he forced himself to stand, steadying his breathing as he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. He wasn't going to let this body overwhelm him-not yet, anyway. There was so much to explore, so much to discover, and he wanted to savor every moment.

He changed into fresh clothes, opting for a tight-fitting shirt that showcased his physique and a pair of jeans that accentuated his powerful legs. As he left the room, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror one last time and couldn't help but to pose what he had.

"Let's see what else this body can do," he said to himself, stepping out into the night, ready to test the limits of his newfound strength and charm.

[asiantransformations]

Coach's Big Break

"Liking this, Josh?" Coach's voice echoed smugly in my head. My body moved without my consent as he turned my head from the socks on my feet up to my face reflected in the mirror. That smirk-the one I'd always seen on his weathered face-now stretched across my own lips. It felt eerie, like a predator testing its new disguise.

Give me my body back, Coach.

He ignored me, his voice full of authority as he commanded, "You've got a week off from work. Give me a break, will you?" His words oozed with self-entitlement. "I've been stuck in my own body for over 50 years. Day in and day out, staring at the same gray face in the mirror. Don't I deserve to feel young for once? Just for this break?"

He tilted my head, examining my sneakers, then let his gaze trail up to my thighs. My thighs. His appreciation of them made me shudder internally.

You know this isn't right. Get out of my body.

"Quiet, much?" he quipped with a smirk that twisted my features into an expression that didn't feel like mine anymore. "Guess I can't blame you. If I suddenly woke up with a body like this, I'd be speechless, too. Let alone your coach being the one inside it." His words dripped with cockiness. His hands moved to my chest, slapping my pecs with audible force, then pushing them forward. The smirk grew wider. "Solid. Damn solid."

That's my body, I growled in the recesses of my mind. Those are my muscles. Stop!

Coach cut me off by flexing my chest again, watching the muscle ripple in the mirror. "Let's see how hard this body works," he said with confidence that wasn't mine. "I'm gonna give it the best workout of its life."

My biceps bulged as he flexed them, the veins standing out like rivers on a map.

He twisted my torso side to side, admiring how the muscles moved and stretched. Then he leaned forward, putting his hands on my thighs. "Damn," he muttered to himself, feeling the strength in every inch. "You've got power in these legs, Henry. I've been wasting away in a tired, old body while you've been walking around with this gift. It's about time someone really put it to use."

You don't have the right, I snapped in my mind. My frustration built, but I couldn't move a finger. I could only watch helplessly as he stretched my arms over my head, the muscles rippling as he admired them in the mirror.

"You should be thanking me," he said, grinning. "I'm gonna make sure this body is in the best shape it's ever been. And who knows-maybe when I'm done, you'll appreciate what you've got. In the meantime, sit back and enjoy the ride. I know I will."

He slapped my abs with a resounding thud, chuckling as he did. My rage boiled beneath the surface, but it was no use. He was in complete control, and I was just a prisoner in my own body, forced to watch as he lived out his twisted fantasy of youth and strength.

I screamed internally, my voice echoing in the silence of my mind. This isn't over, Coach. Not by a long shot.

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The gym smelled of rubber and sweat, a sharp tang that felt all too familiar. But for the first time, I wasn't here to push my limits. I was here to watch-helpless -as Coach worked my body harder than I ever had.

Coach walked to the bench press, my footsteps heavy and purposeful. "Let's see what this body can really do," he muttered, grinning as he racked the barbell with weights. He didn't warm up -my muscles just didn't need it, apparently. Lying back on the bench, he gripped the bar and hoisted it, my chest muscles contracting and releasing like well-oiled machinery.

You're going to hurt me, I snapped internally, watching as the barbell rose and fell, each rep controlled and deliberate.

"Hurt you? This body's a machine," he responded, out loud this time. A smug chuckle escaped my lips. "You've got more in you than you've ever used, Josh. It's pathetic, really. All this potential, and you've barely tapped into it."

He increased the weight, my arms straining but managing the load. The sweat dripped down my forehead, but he seemed to relish it. The burn in my muscles that would normally have me tapping out only seemed to drive him further. "This... this is what it feels like to be young again," he muttered, more to himself.

You're going too far. This isn't your body to push.

But he didn't listen. He moved on to squats, my thighs trembling under the weight of the barbell as he pushed deeper and deeper into each rep. "These legs are beasts," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "You've been holding back, Josh. I'll show you what they can really do."

The session stretched on, each set leaving me more exhausted. Yet, he didn't stop. The treadmill was next, the pounding of my feet against the belt rhythmic and relentless. My lungs burned, my chest heaving, but he grinned at the reflection of my flushed face in the mirror. "This body's a work of art," he said, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of his hand. Within seconds, my stamina replenished and my breath caught up- something only a super fit athlete could do apparently.

After what felt like hours, Coach finally ended the workout. My muscles ached, and I could feel the fatigue setting in. But he wasn't done.

The locker room was quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound as he stripped my shirt off, tossing it onto the bench. He stood in front of the mirror, running his hands over my chest and abs, the droplets of sweat catching the light. "Look at this," he said, flexing my biceps again. "You don't even appreciate what you've got, Josh. It's a waste on you."

Stop. Just... stop violating my body. It's just wrong and you know it.

Ignoring me, he stepped into the shower, the water cascading over my body. It felt strange to be this detached-to feel the warmth of the water but have no control over it. He tilted my head back, letting the stream wash away the sweat and grime from the workout. His hands roamed over my chest, my arms, lingering longer than they should.

"You don't take the time to admire this, do you?" he said, smirking again. "Well, I do."

The warm water pounded against my skin as Coach began to run his hands lower, over my abs, and down to my stiffening cock. I recoiled internally, shouting protests, but it was useless. "Relax, Josh" he said, his tone mocking. "You're just along for the ride. And trust me, I'm going to enjoy every second of it." he exclaimed as he gave it a few tugs and squeezes trying to clean all the sweat and grime while distracting me with awkward flashes of pleasure.

The rest of the evening blurred into a haze of routine violations. He ate, lounged, and later took my body through its nightly ritual-something I did in private, something personal. But for him, it was just another way to revel in control.

As I screamed within my mind, a dark thought crossed me: he wasn't going to stop.

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The day wound down, but I felt anything but relaxed. My body ached from the relentless workout Coach had put it through, and I wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and sleep. But Coach had other plans.

As he stood in front of the mirror in my room, shirtless, the dim light reflected off the sheen of sweat still clinging to my skin. He traced his fingers along my collarbone, then down to my chest, his touch deliberate and exploratory. My pecs flexed instinctively under his fingertips, and he smirked at the reaction.

"Look at this," he muttered, tilting my head to get a better angle of my reflection. "Perfect symmetry. Strength. Power.... and you've been wasting this. You don't even know how to enjoy it. Josh, you've got no idea how lucky you are," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost reverent. "This body... it's perfect. Every muscle, every line. It's a privilege to feel this alive again."

It's not yours to feel. I seethed, though the anger in my voice felt weak compared to the exhaustion clawing at me.

Coach ignored me, of course. He moved to the bed and lay down, stretching out my arms and legs. My skin tingled as he ran his hands over my thighs, testing the firmness of the muscles he'd pushed to their limits earlier. A low sigh escaped my lips-his sigh, my body's involuntary response to the sensation.

Shut up, I growled, though I couldn't deny the truth. I felt everything he did, every brush of skin, every jolt of pleasure that coursed through my body.

His hands drifted lower, over the waistband of my shorts. "Relax, Josh," he said, his voice a mix of teasing and command. "This is part of taking care of the body, isn't it? You do it every night. I'm just... carrying on the routine."

He ran his hands down my chest, his palms brushing over my nipples, pausing there for a moment. A shiver ran through my body, and he chuckled softly. "Sensitive, huh? I didn't realize how horny your body was." His hands continued downward, over my abs, fingers gliding along the ridges of muscle.

The sensations were maddening. Every touch was amplified, a strange mix of his enjoyment and my own body's natural responses. My frustration only deepened as he reached the waistband of my shorts.

"This is all part of the nightly routine, isn't it?" he said, his voice almost casual. "Don't act like you don't do this yourself, Henry. I'm just... taking over for tonight."

I wanted to scream, to fight back, but there was nothing I could do as he slipped my shorts down, exposing more of my body.

The cool air against my skin was a sharp contrast to the warmth that spread through me as he touched areas I usually kept private. His hands were firm yet deliberate, exploring the contours of my body with a sense of ownership that made my stomach twist.

The sensations were overwhelming, each touch sending a wave of pleasure that I couldn't block out. My body reacted as it always did, responding to the stimulation despite my internal protests. Coach's breathing deepened, and I felt the warmth of his enjoyment mirrored in my own sensations.

"See, Josh?" he said, his voice low and satisfied. "It's not so bad, is it? Sharing this moment. Feeling this together."

This isn't right, I whispered in my mind, though even I could hear the weakness in my protest. The lines between my anger and his pleasure blurred as I was forced to experience everything through his perspective.

He took his time, savoring every moment, every sensation. The pleasure built steadily, a growing intensity that neither of us could ignore. My body trembled as he pushed it to its peak, and I could feel his satisfaction intertwining with mine, like two minds caught in the same wave of euphoria.

Don't-I started, but my protest was cut short as he slid my shorts down.

The cool air hit my thighs first, then higher, and I felt exposed in a way I never had before. He took more of a moment to admire my body, running his hands over my thighs, testing the firmness of the muscle he'd worked so hard earlier in the day.

"Strong legs," he murmured. "I knew they'd feel like this. All that power, right here." His hands moved upward, tracing the curve of my hips. The touch was slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring every inch of skin.

My body reacted against my will, heat spreading through me as his hands drifted lower. The sensations were undeniable, and I hated how my body betrayed me, responding to his touch with a tension I couldn't control.

"See, Henry?" he said, his voice quiet but filled with amusement. "Your body knows what it likes. You're feeling it too, aren't you? Don't bother denying it."

This isn't right! Please stop! I'm begging you. I shouted in my mind, but the words felt hollow, drowned out by the rising tide of sensation.

He took his time, exploring every part of my body with a mix of curiosity and reverence. His hands moved over my groin, firm but slow, and I could feel the pleasure building, impossible to ignore. The warmth of his touch, the rhythmic motion-it was overwhelming. My breath quickened, and so did his, our shared connection amplifying everything.

"You feel that, Henry?" he asked, his tone almost intimate now. "That's what it means to live in this body. To enjoy it, to push it to its limits. This isn't just about control-it's about experiencing everything this body has to offer."

The pleasure surged, building to an intensity that left me breathless. I hated how powerless I was, how my own body responded so willingly to his touch. When it finally peaked, the release was both a relief and a torment, the shared sensations leaving us both momentarily stunned.

When it was over, he lay there for a moment, breathing heavily. "That," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction, "was incredible. I haven't felt anything like that in decades. Thank you, Josh. Really."

I didn't respond. I couldn't. My mind was undergoing a strange, reluctant understanding of why he was so unwilling to let this go. The sensations lingered, haunting me as I wrestled with the conflicting emotions of shame, anger, and a grudging insight of why he was so drawn to my youth and strength.

As he drifted off to sleep, still in control, I lay awake, trapped in the confines of my own mind. The sensations lingered, haunting me as I wrestled with the conflicting emotions of shame, anger, and a grudging understanding of why he was so drawn to my youth and strength.

Days blurred together as Coach continued his routine of dominance over my body. Each morning, he'd push it harder than the day before-grueling workouts, shameless self-admiration, and nightly rituals that left me feeling more powerless and detached. The sensations were overwhelming, and the more he indulged, the more I felt a strange, creeping sensation that something was slipping away.

By the fourth night, as he stood shirtless in front of the mirror yet again, I could feel it. My connection to my own body felt weaker, as if my presence was fading into the background.

"You've been awfully quiet, Josh," Coach said, smirking as he flexed my biceps in the mirror. "Starting to accept it, aren't you? I can feel it. You're not fighting me as hard anymore."

I'm just... tired, I muttered weakly, though even I could hear the resignation in my voice.

Coach's smirk widened. "Tired? Or are you realizing how good it feels to let go? To let me take the reins? Face it, Josh- this body is thriving under my control. I'm making it better, stronger. You're just holding it back."

He ran his hands over my chest, his fingers tracing the curves of my pecs before sliding down to my abs. The sensation was electric, amplified by the strange connection we now shared. I could feel his pleasure intertwining with my own, and it was getting harder to tell where his feelings ended and mine began.

"This is what you've been missing," he said, his voice lower now, almost soothing. "You've been wasting this body, but I'm showing you what it's truly capable of."

That night, he didn't just stop at exploring the physical sensations. He pushed further, testing the limits of what my body-and my mind-could endure.

His touch was deliberate, almost hypnotic, as he guided my fingers along my body into a state of pleasure so intense it felt like I was dissolving into it. Unknown areas of my body was being discovered with a sense of curiosity. Coach tried everything until he found the perfect spot in me.

"You feel that?" he murmured, his breath heavy. "That's pure ecstasy, Josh. That's what it means to own this body."

It's still mine, I tried to protest, but the words felt hollow. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that drowned out my resistance.

Every nerve in my body seemed to light up, responding to his every touch, his every command.

And that's when I felt it-the shift.

Somewhere deep inside, something cracked, like a tether snapping. It was subtle at first, a faint pull that grew stronger with every passing moment. Coach's presence wasn't just occupying my body anymore. It was rooting itself into it, intertwining with every fiber of my being.

"What's this?" he said, pausing for a moment as if sensing it too. A slow, wicked grin spread across my face-his grin. "Oh, Josh... you're slipping, aren't you? I can feel it. You're letting me in. You're giving up."

No, I whispered, but it was barely audible now. My voice was fading, weaker than ever.

He chuckled, the sound low and satisfied. "Don't fight it, kid. It's inevitable. The more you submit, the more this body becomes mine. And let's be honest-you're enjoying this, aren't you? You're starting to see that I'm the one who truly belongs here."

The pleasure surged again, more intense than ever, and I felt my grip on my own body slipping further. My thoughts grew hazy, like I was sinking into a deep, warm pool. His emotions, his sensations -they were becoming mine. Or maybe it was the other way around. I couldn't tell anymore.

By the time the ritual ended that night, I was barely a whisper in my own mind. Coach posed in the mirror, my chest heaving as he caught his breath, a satisfied grin still plastered across my face.

"This is it," he said, his voice dripping with triumph. "This is where I belong. And deep down, you know it too. You're not fighting anymore, Josh. You're accepting it."

As I drifted into a dreamlike state, I could feel him solidifying his hold, like roots digging deeper into the soil. My consciousness felt like it was being absorbed into his, merging until there was almost nothing left of me.

The last thought I had before I faded completely was a terrifying realization:

Coach wasn't going to leave. Not ever.

[asiantransformations]

Inked for Greatness

My tattoo shop wasn’t just a place for art—it was my altar of transformation. With every stroke of my needle, I didn’t just mark skin; I rewrote destinies. Yuki was my crowning achievement. I saw it the moment he walked in: a lean, uncertain young man who didn’t yet understand his potential.

Yuki was perfect for my craft.

I started him small—a sigil of growth etched into his shoulder, its curves and symbols almost imperceptibly pulsing with power. The changes came slowly at first: a little more size in his arms, a slight broadening of his chest. He came back weeks later, excited about how “great” he felt, eager for more. I smiled as he asked for his next piece, knowing this was only the beginning.

With every tattoo, his body evolved. His biceps swelled into veiny, granite peaks that screamed power with every flex. His shoulders rounded into dense, cannonball-like deltoids, framing his now barrel-like chest. His traps rose thick and powerful, connecting to a neck that had widened with dominance. His abs chiseled themselves into a perfect grid, and his legs became columns of raw strength, quads rippling with every step.

But it wasn’t just his body that changed—it was his mindset. The magic infused into the ink worked its way into his mind, planting seeds of confidence, focus, and even pride. Yuki started walking taller, speaking louder, smiling wider. He was becoming the image of perfection, the kind of man who turned heads wherever he went.

Yet for all his outward changes, I could see the cracks beneath the surface. His body was magnificent, a masterpiece of strength, but his mind? It was fragile, too weak to wield the power he now carried. He didn’t realize it, but he didn’t own his body—it owned him.

That’s when I knew. Yuki didn’t deserve to be the vessel for this perfection. I would take what he couldn’t handle. I would be the rightful owner of the body I had created.

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When Yuki came in for his final tattoo, I knew it was time.

“I want something big,” he said, his deepened voice now carrying a weight of confidence that almost made me laugh. “A back piece. Something that shows how far I’ve come.”

I nodded, hiding my anticipation. “I’ve got just the thing. It’ll tie all your tattoos together, make you the most powerful version of yourself.”

He grinned, utterly unaware of what I had planned. “Let’s do it.”

As he lay on the table, his massive frame barely fitting, I prepared the ink. This batch shimmered with a dark crimson hue, alive with a magic so potent it seemed to hum in the air.

“This is going to be special,” I said, my voice steady as I pressed the needle into his back. The sigil I designed was intricate, its lines flowing like rivers of power. It was a sigil of dominion, designed not to enhance him—but to bind him.

The ink seeped into his skin, spreading its magic like roots. Yuki didn’t notice at first, too distracted by the hum of the needle and the occasional compliments I gave him. But as I finished the last line, the sigil activated.

The lines glowed crimson, the light pulsing outward to connect with every other tattoo on his body. Yuki stiffened, his breath hitching.

“What... what’s happening?” he asked, his voice cracking with sudden unease.

“It’s the final stage,” I said calmly, stepping back to admire my work. “Your body is adjusting to the power. Don’t worry—it’ll all be over soon.” The sigil wasn't just enhancing him, it was linking us together.

His muscles flexed involuntarily, the sigils on his arms, chest, and legs glowing faintly as the magic coursed through him. His breaths came faster, his massive chest heaving.

“Whoa, I feel... weird,” he muttered, his voice trembling now. “I'm separating... Like I’m not in control.”

“Because you’re not,” I said, my voice low, almost reverent.

“What...?” His words faltered as the sigil worked deeper, binding his body and mind to me.

I could feel it then—his thoughts, his emotions, his weak, feeble protests. His mind was small, trembling, barely able to comprehend what was happening.

“You’ve been given everything,” I said, circling him like a predator. “Strength. Power. Perfection. But your mind? It’s too fragile. You’re not worthy of this body.”

“No... no, I am,” he stammered, his voice breaking. “I’ve worked hard—”

“You’ve done nothing,” I snapped, cutting him off. “I gave this to you. I built this body. I made you perfect And now, I’m going to enjoy taking it back.”

The sigil flared, its crimson glow brightening as I pressed my hand against his back. Yuki let out a strangled gasp, his massive frame shuddering.

“Please,” he whimpered, his voice so small now, so helpless. “I can’t—please don’t—”

His mind was breaking, crumbling under the weight of the magic. I could feel it giving way, his thoughts fading as mine poured in.

“This body was never yours,” I whispered, my voice filled with both triumph and hunger. “You were just the placeholder. The vessel. And now, I’m taking what’s rightfully mine.”

Yuki’s protests dissolved into silence as my consciousness fully took hold. I felt the power of his body envelop me, the sheer strength in every muscle, the perfection in every line. I stood tall, rolling my shoulders and feeling the incredible width, the weight of my traps pressing against my neck.

I flexed my arms, marveling at the way the veins snaked across the massive peaks of my biceps. My chest expanded with a deep breath, the muscles stretching and contracting like steel cables.

“This... this is what perfection feels like,” I said, my voice deep and resonant in Yuki’s body. I ran my hands over the ridges of my abs, feeling their unyielding strength.

Yuki’s presence was still there, faint and distant, like a whisper in the back of my mind.

“You... you can’t...” his voice echoed weakly.

“I already have,” I replied, smirking. “You were too weak for this body. But don’t worry—I’ll take care of it. I’ll show the world what true power looks like.”

His voice faded completely, and I stood there, flexing, relishing the power that now belonged to me. Yuki’s body was mine, and with it, I would carve my own destiny.

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I stood before the full-length mirror in my shop, Yuki’s body—my body—radiating power like a beacon. The sigils I had etched glowed faintly beneath my skin, alive with magic, enhancing every detail of my form. This was no longer Yuki’s body, shaped and perfected yet bound by a weak mind. It was mine now, and my will was strong enough to unleash its full potential.

I flexed, watching the muscles ripple and bulge. My biceps rose like mountains, veins snaking across the surface, pumping with power. My pecs swelled, thick and solid, every striation visible under the shop’s lights. My abs were like carved stone, an impenetrable wall that tensed with every breath. This body was a masterpiece—but I wasn’t done yet.

The sigils on my skin began to hum, responding to my thoughts. They weren’t just markings anymore; they were alive, feeding on my willpower, amplifying my strength and focus. Yuki’s mind had been too feeble to fully unlock their potential, but I could feel the magic bending to me now, craving my direction.

I stepped closer to the mirror, tracing my fingers over the intricate lines of the sigil of growth on my shoulder. A surge of warmth spread through my body, and I watched in awe as my muscles swelled slightly, growing denser, thicker. The sigil responded to my command, its power flowing through me, pushing me beyond human limits.

I clenched my fists, feeling the raw energy coursing through every fiber of my being. “This is what strength truly feels like,” I said aloud, my voice a deep, resonant echo in the quiet room.

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The next morning, I decided it was time to test the body outside the shop. I threw on a tank top that barely contained my chest and arms and headed to a local gym—a place I knew Yuki had frequented. As I walked through the doors, heads turned immediately.

I could see the envy and admiration in their eyes, the way they whispered to each other. Some recognized the body as Yuki’s, but there was hesitation in their glances, as if they could sense something different.

I headed straight to the weight section. It was time to see just how far I could push this new vessel. Gripping the barbell, I loaded it with weights far beyond what Yuki could have lifted before. The sigils glowed faintly as I tightened my grip, and I felt an almost electric surge of strength.

With one powerful motion, I lifted the barbell overhead, the plates rattling as they strained against gravity. The room went silent as I pressed the weight effortlessly, the veins in my arms bulging, my shoulders burning with power.

The rush was intoxicating. I added more weight, pushing myself harder, testing every limit. Each time, the sigils responded, feeding me strength, endurance, and focus. My body grew warmer, my muscles swelling with each lift. I could feel the magic inside me, reshaping me, making me even more formidable.

As I finished my set, drenched in sweat that glistened on my skin, a group of gym-goers approached.

“Yuki, man, you’re insane,” one of them said, awe in his voice. “How did you get so big? So strong?”

I smirked, feeling the weight of their admiration. “Hard work and the right... tools,” I said, flexing my arm. The sigil on my bicep shimmered faintly, drawing their eyes.

“Those tattoos... they’re incredible,” another said. “Do they... do they help?”

“You could say that,” I replied, my voice dripping with confidence.

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Over the following days, I explored every limit of my new body. The sigils responded to my will, pushing me further each time. My sigil of endurance allowed me to train for hours without tiring, my muscles swelling with every session. The sigil of focus sharpened my mind, giving me absolute clarity and control over my movements.

But it wasn’t just the physical changes that set me apart—it was my mind. Unlike Yuki, whose feeble thoughts had been overwhelmed by the power of the sigils, I embraced their magic. My willpower turned the tattoos into more than enhancements; they became extensions of me, tools for my ascension.

I began crafting new sigils, experimenting with the ink to see how far I could push my transformation. One night, I etched a sigil of magnetism along my collarbone, its lines intricate and deliberate. The next day, I walked into a crowded room and felt the shift immediately. Eyes turned to me, drawn by an unseen force. People gravitated toward me, their admiration palpable.

The attention was addictive. I started wearing tighter clothing, tank tops and shorts that showed off every inch of my sculpted physique. My tattoos became a signature, a part of my identity that drew people in. Everywhere I went, I could feel the power I held—not just in my body, but in the way people looked at me, envied me, desired me.

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One evening, I stood in front of the mirror again, admiring the culmination of my efforts. My body was larger now, more defined, every muscle honed to perfection. The tattoos glowed faintly in the dim light, their power radiating from my skin.

“This is how it was meant to be,” I said, running my hand over the ridges of my abs. “This body... this power... it was wasted on Yuki. But now, it’s mine. And I’ll take it further than he ever could.”

I flexed, watching the veins in my arms pulse, feeling the raw strength beneath my skin. The sigils hummed in response, their magic intertwining with my thoughts. I wasn’t just stronger—I was unstoppable.

And this was only the beginning.

[asiantransformations]

Co-Existence

Months and months of online chatting between Tyler and Leo sparked an inner desire inside of Tyler. The more he found out about Leo made him lust over him. Tyler didn't just want to be with him, but he wanted to be him. They were just friends that share similar ideas, but from two very different walks of life.

Both of these guys were working in the same industry in competing companies. Leo was only 30 and already was in a higher position that Tyler, 41, has been trying for years to reach. Compared to Tyler, Leo was young and thriving. At his age, his body was blooming with power through his muscles and virility. Each day, Leo still has the energy to train his muscles in the gym while pushing the limit on his mental capabilities. Being on the wealthy side, Leo could afford the super private gyms and greater things in life. Every girl wanted to get in his pants and every guy wanted to have a body like his. His career is only just starting and the sky's the limit. Although they can gym together, Tyler never had the potential for greater heights that Leo was endowed to have. That urge to be better, that itch to be the best roughed him up

Tyler searched the dark web until he came across the perfect item. Although it was expensive, it was only a small price to pay for his ultimate goal. Sneaking into the same private gym, he ambushed Leo as he stepped out of the gym shower. The magic mirror shone in his hands making him an exact replica of Leo, making him just as big and toned.

"Bro, what's going on? Whats going on? Why do you look like me?" the stunned original Leo exclaimed.

"No, I want your job and if I can't have it, I'll just have to take your body instead. A position that's rightfully mine with a body that matches it. I deserve it more than you." Tyler thought of how he didn't want to be a exact replica of Leo, he wanted to be the one version of Leo that exists. The mirror shone again. Both of their bodies was glowing. Tyler knew exactly what to do.

In one swift motion, Tyler leaped against Leo and their bodies starting fusing into one. Their body was undergoing changes as they blacked out. The pocket mirror shattered, sealing them together.

"Oooh, Arghhh!!!!" a mix of pain and pleasure filled their combined Leo body.

Tyler awoke and rushes of memories shot through him as his personality overtook and awakened. Walking over to the full gym mirror, Leo looked back. His face was young and invigorating. Full of vitality. His muscles were perking under the command of a new master.

All that admiration left the new Leo, hard and at full mast. His new body was responding to Tyler's excitement. He always expected Leo to be big and thick, but was not prepared for feeling of the actual thing. Rubbing his hands all over his newfound body surged his testosterone levels. Tyler formed Leo's gorgeous face into desperate and horny expressions. Panting, salivating like a hungry dog. The orgasm built up in moments.

“You like that? You sexy, sexy beast!” his new low voice commanded “I finally got what I deserve. This is all mine. Everything is perfect. I am perfect." Tyler snarled. “I'm stroking MY cock, with MY hand! That is MY body and MY life." He lapped a bit of the precum leaking everything “This is MY smell and MY taste! And damn do I taste good!"

Leo pumped harder, harder, and harder. He rammed his precum-soaked fingers in his warm hole while massaging his prostate. The high levels of pleasure cause his body to shake as his moaned louder. Droplets of perspiration dripped down his face and appeared on my chest and forcing him to thrust his cock upwards as he screamed in adrenaline. “Arrgghh, Fuck here it comes! I'm coming, Ohhhh! I'm Leo Chen and I’m coming!”

The pressure started in his balls and spread all throughout his body. Waves and waves of euphoria as cum torretted out his glorious mushroom head. With each shot, the love and amazement for Leo intensified. Every part of his being and surrounding was covered in his precious Leo cream. Sweat and cum glistened his body as his muscles were relaxing.

"Fuck my old life and the dead end company I'm with." Rubbing his cum all over his body like lotion. “I am and forever will be Leo Chen.” he flexed all of his muscles. A smile spread across his face and it felt like total domination over my body. He had won. His dick was like a mini baseball bat, his balls was like a giant stress ball. His muscles flex and bend as his command. He was looking at all the small details that made him in awe.

“Don't you fucking think of coming back!” Leo said to his reflection, imagining it as the previous owner. “You've had your fun, but I'm finally home now. Thank you for being a placeholder in my life, keeping this body warm for me. All your hard work and effort will never be waster. But from now on I am the true owner of this body and we’ll be inseparable for the rest of eternity!"

The true acceptance caused more memories and knowledge to truly awakened to its master. Every intimate detail. Every clarity of information from Leo's childhood to his habits and interests crowned his head as he absorbed everything willingly. He felt a sense of comfort and hope like this was the norm for him already. Leo walked over to the shower. He needed to groom himself once again and get ready for his new life .

Unwillingly, his mouth moved. "Damn, that was hot. It looks like we are gonna have fun together. Can't believe you felt this way about me and my body. I'm honored." In a revelation, something in Leo's body snapped and it felt like there were simultaneously two co-pilots. Both of them controlling one Adonis hunk with all their actions and thinking interlinked with each others' feelings and ideas. Basically to say the least, Leo will definitely be living his best life.

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Fountain of Change

James wasn't what you would necessarily call not good-looking. He had some muscles and he was generally cute to most. James' height was normal and his endowment was proportionate. Nothing too extravagant that made people want him. Generally, his self confidence was good, but the constant rejection by handsome guys in the country made him feel belittled. He wanted to be more and feel accepted in this toxic culture that is our society. this caused major depression is James' life. But what can he do? As much as he can gym and bulk, some things are out of anyone's control.

A friend mentioned that he should attempt to find the Fountain of Change. It had life-changing properties that can alter reality itself. The fountain will only reveal itself to those who truly want it and will work only once, so the desire must be absolute

James figured why not, let's give it a try. He prepared himself for the adventure. Just in case, prayed for guidance and set himself up for disappointment. Through hours and hours of searching the forest, he was going to give up until... He appeared.

Another guy that apparently was searching for the fountain. But he was everything James wanted to be. Buff, good-looking, and the ultimate package of all things awesome. His charismatic charm was enticing him to follow behind.

Eventually their distance distance grew, but James knew he was close when the water on the ground starting to shimmer with that hint of magic. Soon was lost where was that gorgeous man, but he found what he was searching for. The water glowed with magic. The atmosphere was light and free. Anything felt possible here.

Immediately shedding his clothing, eager with energy. Dipped his toes in. It felt inviting. Not long after, he fully stepped in and let his semi naked body absorb the water. It felt great.

The temperature was just right and it made feel so comfortable. Wondering if the legends were true and he pondered about all the things he wanted to become. Off to the side, the gorgeous guy that James saw beforehand, stepped into the water as well. And all his thoughts turned lustful while being focused on his Adonis bod.

Something triggered and instantly, James started to doze off. His head went underwater, but he realized that he didn't drown. As unconscious as he was, his body was changing. Gradually his body started to inflate with new muscle. His biceps and triceps expanding with newfound size as his back and chest started to broaden. Even his thighs and calves began to thicken significantly by the second. His upper body continued to broaden and expand, two mounds pecs grew in, and through relation causing his waist to grow thicker and his legs longer. But not as thick and long as his cock was going to be. Within a second, his cock inflated, going from an average 4 inch cock to an impressive 8 incher with some added girth and heavy balls to top it off. The level of testosterone was building within him to match the level of energy he was prepared to handle. James' body absorbed everything of the unknown man. His face changed to a cross between the two men, which made him both cute and handsome.

It was like something awoke within him as he rose from the water. Instinctively, James flexed his body only to reveal all the changes. Still sensitive as he explored his new body. He released a fresh load into the pond as thank you. It had felt like the bursting of a thousand suns relieved from his balls. The feeling caused him to be at peace.

It felt normal to him. As if this body was always his. The memories felt genuine and nothing was out of place. He continued to flex his new body, exerting a sense of dominance. Reality shifted around him, causing everyone he knew to remember him as his current self. The unknown guy seemingly ceased to exist as James' absolute desire was stronger. A fresh new start that he knew he deserved.

Wherever he went, he couldn't stop flexing and showing off his body. Life had just started again and everyone wanted a piece of him. James couldn't wait to spread his alpha seed as his newfound energy causes his testosterone and stamina to rise. He was limitless. The world was truly his and we are just living in it.

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Curse or Miracle?

Before (Left) / / After (Right)

I never thought I would get a second chance at life and in such a buff, muscular body as well. I was born with an incurable heart disease that theoretically should have taken my life by 24. Somehow I survived until my 25th birthday. I knew one day, it will hit me by surprise and I won't know when exactly I'll die. Life was not the best for me. I was not exactly super good-looking, but I was quite decent. Being gay did not help me in the love department, but I had to live my life to the fullest as each day could be my last.

One day, one of my neighbors, Luke came knocking on the door. He seemed all secretive and such, like he was trying to not be seen. Luke stays with Richard, his roommate and best friend.

"Jaden, how would like a second chance at life?" Luke asked me.

"I would love to, but I don't see how that is possible" I replied.

"Let me explain." he exclaimed "A month ago, while on vacation in the East, Richard was fooling around and broke a sacred artifact. The witch of the village casted a curse on his soul which will slowly cause him to die. We didn't believe it, but Richard is starting to show the effects a month later. You can tell that his soul was weakening."

"I don't see how this relates to me though" I questioned Luke.

"Richard has spent so much time and money to build his body. He truly is the best roommateI can ask for. He is strong and very well endowed. I cannot bear to see all the efforts go to waste. I have always loved him, but the feelings weren't mutual as he was straight. I may not have enough powers to reverse the curse, but assuming I swap your soul for his, I can solve both our problems. Your personality is great, and I'm sure you will give Richard's body a whole new boost!"

"I know I am going to die soon, and I would love to take this chance, but I don't know how Richard will feel about it." as I went along with it. I didn't know to believe him or not. "Let's give a try and do it." I hesitantly agreed.

Luke was filled with glee and enthusiasm as I unexpectedly agreed to his plea.

The next day, Luke came by to invite me for dinner. He told me to get ready for the time of my life. As I stepped inside, Richard greeted me, he was a bit pale. You could tell something was not right.

We ate dinner and talked about life. Richard was a big fan of comics and anime. It was amazing to know he was a big of a nerd as me. His body was glistening under the dining room light. All his muscle well bulging and defined. I was mentally drooling over him.

It was dessert time and as Richard ate his dessert, he fell asleep. Luke gave him a slight sleep spell. Not long after, Luke's eyes glowed as he reached into his heart and pulled out a glowing sphere of essence. I was in shock and didn't realized as he walked towards me and did the same thing. He pulled my soul out while inserting Richard's in. I was an odd feeling as I could not feel a thing, or rather taking on a different form. When he pushed my soul into Richard's body. I felt everything.

I could feel power surging in my size 11 feet to my bulging biceps. I felt strong and confident. Color regained in my skin that Richard's body didn't originally have. My 10" and thick cock tented my shorts and filled my body with testosterone. The surge of energy awoke my body from the sleep spell. I could feel all the effort put into making this adonis bod of Richard's. I stood up and I felt like a god, I did not feel sick at all.

Meanwhile, my body woke up. The questioning look on my old face. Richard had realized he wasn't in his body anymore as he realized what has happened. He went berserk and started crying. Too much stress caused his body to overload. He was so emotional that it was not long that his heart couldn't handle it, tragically causing him to die. At least now we know the curse had died with my heart disease.

......

I felt bad about what happened, but I soon got over it as I realized how strong I am. I did not care that I was suddenly 30, but grateful at this second chance given. I didn't expect a miracle of this sort to happen, but only one thing is on my mind at the moment. And that is to release all this pent up pressure in my balls.

I rushed and picked up Luke. Passionately kissing him as I brought him to my new bed. The monster is my pants and my libido could not take it any longer. Luke played along as I dominated him. He has been waiting for this for a long time. I was not used to my newfound strength and accidentally ripped off his clothes. My cock was leaking with enough precum that allowed me to slide it in. I thrusted and thrusted. It didn't take much, but both Luke and I climaxed together. I kept shooting streams and streams of warm Richard essence into him, so much that it started to leak out... We were both drenched in each other's milk.

......

......

Using the last of his magic, he transported my old body out of this world. I am not too sure where it is anymore, but that's not my problem anymore. Jaden is gone...

Luke and I have been inseparable. We have hot steamy sex each night. My sex drive is through the roof especially when I'm around my boyfriend, Luke. His dream of being with Richard is fulfilled and I get to live the best life I could have only imagined. Richard set a legacy for himself and I am here to carry it on. I'm getting hard just thinking about my new body. Time to find Luke cause I'm ready for round 2!

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Things can always change overnight...

My neighbor, Michael has been one of my best friends since what feels like forever. We did everything together. As we got older, we promised each other to get fit and buff. Eventually we started going to the gym more often and bulking in food.

But no matter how hard I tried, I was not getting any bigger. I gymmed harder and ate protein powder everyday, trying to catch up to Michael and his level of standard. But to no avail did anything worked. Every day, people would always notice Michael and his amazing adonis bod. They complimented his confidence and room presence. It must feel so great to be an alpha male and command that kind of attention.

One morning, I awoke to find a strange package on my doorstep that had a strange label on it. It was in a symbol language I knew I did not understand, but deep down I understood what it said.

'Never get too comfortable with the ways things seem to be. Everything can and will be changed overnight if you want it to be.'

I knew what had to be done.

That night Michael came over for what he thought was going to be a horror movie marathon. He arrived wearing jeans and a tank top. He was kind to me even though he always loved showing off his body. Michael knew I had a crush on him which he took advantage of. It made him feel so good as an alpha!

Not long later, we started our planned movie marathon, while enjoying a few glasses of alcohol. Horror movies are always better when you are high. I watered mine down so I didn't get drunk. I encouraged him to chill and drink more. He went for it, knowing I will definitely take care of him. The night went on and I managed to carry his hunky body to my room.

I opened the strange package, and there it was. Some sort of suction device and storage with two switches, SUCK and PUMP. I somehow understood what it meant.

Michael was out like a rock. Sturdy and unconscious. I slowly stripped off his clothes, and let my fingers wander around the crevices of his abs. I made my way up to his chest and felt his nipples getting hard. Circling around them, I pinched one, Michael spasmed with pleasure. I took off his pants and saw the massive tool he had. I knew he was big, I did not know it was this impressive. Boy, am I going to take care of him. I rubbed his tip and stroked his shaft, increasing in speed. I could tell Michael had not released for a few days as the slightest touch made him close. A few more strokes, and his balls was tightening up. I knew it was time. I placed the suction end on his 10 incher and switched it on SUCK. The pressure was strong causing Michael to climax. His moans were deep and strong. I could sit there the whole night just listening to his alpha mating sounds. The suction was absorbing everything; his height, feet size, muscles and cock size were deflating, leaving with a device filled with pure Michael-Alpha DNA.

I removed it off his now 5 incher and licked off the the residual DNA. My body jolted as Michael's sweet alpha juice pumped up my body. Imagine how a drop could be so powerful. What a whole device of his pure muscle and alphaness can do to me.

I couldn't wait any longer. I was already hard from the immense pleasure I got from the residual. I placed the suction device on my bare 6 incher, took a deep breath and switched it onto PUMP.

I started screaming in pain as all of his DNA and manhood pumped into me via my shaft. I felt levels of pleasure and pain simultaneously. It felt warm and comfortable. I fell onto Michael's drunk self, moaning away as my body started to change. My muscles were pumping out everywhere, with each pop, my muscles got real tight and hard. My feet grew from a size 9 to a size 11.5. I grew slightly taller by 4 inches. My cock was growing in size and girth to almost 12 inches long. It was an amazing feeling to gain such confidence and alpha manhood. I feel powerful, like I can do anything. My muscles were twitching with energy and cock was oozing with enthusiasm. The boost in testosterone caused my voice to get deeper and sexier.

I stood up like an Alpha God and flexed. These muscles were perfect; biceps bigger than my face, chiselled six pack, defined muscle all around, and my grand family treasures! Feeling confident, I started to think more like an alpha and all the things I can do to show off my body! I stumbled towards the nearest mirror I could find. This body was so big, I almost lost balance. I proceeded to spam my phone with new selfies. This life is going to be sickkk!

It's going to be morning soon, Michael is going to wake up and see the new me. I shall flex for him and show off what he once had. I kinda feel bad for him as he is still my best friend. Maybe I can figure something out for him too since I still have the suction device.

I can't wait to show off my pumped up alpha status at the gym later! Gawd, I feel like I'm on top of the world. Haters gonna hate. Potatoes gonna potate.

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My Roommate Reality.

Who could ask for a better roommate? Someone who was fit, muscular, and handsome. He always enjoyed cooking and walking around in his underwear. Many times I caught him in his sex-filled fantasy that is his life. Man, his girlfriend was lucky to have him.

...Today, Shaun had decided in the early morning that he was going to sneak away for the weekend with his girlfriend. If his parent’s decided to call the dorm room this weekend, I was to cover for him as always. As he got dressed and slipped out the door he looked over at me and whispered loudly, “Thanks again bro. You’re the best roommate”. As the door closed I looked over at his side of the room. His briefs and clothes were thrown all over the floor. The room was filled with the fresh musk of a college wrestler.

I got out of bed and picked up Shaun’s gym gear which was still moist from his midnight workout. I inhaled his manly fumes as I shoved my face in his Nike boxer briefs. A tent in my shorts pitched almost instantly. Without reacting, I had stripped my clothes and changed into his briefs and training shorts. They were loose, but the moisture stuck to my skin. I closed my eyes, enjoyed the cold, wet feeling and felt my skin absorb Shaun's residual sweat and testosterone. My body went numb, I fell to my knees, causing me to panic for a moment. When I opened my eyes, I was an exact copy of Shaun. I flexed and felt an even bigger tent pitching as I thought about exploring this hunk of a bod.

Suddenly, I head the jiggle of the doorknob with Shaun asking me to open it. He forgotten to take his wallet. I didn't know what to do. In a split spontaneous moment, I sprinted towards the door and hid at the side. As the door open, I grabbed Shaun in a sleeper hold and applied pressure to one of his pressure points, causing his body to grow limp and fall into my arms. This move was so easy to achieve with a well-built body like Shaun's. I dragged him onto my bed and locked the door.

I immediately started to undress him. First pulling his singlet off over his beefy biceps and shoulders, exposing his chiseled abs and defining pecs. Then, i stripped off his sneakers and those tight pants he always wore. Shaun loved wearing clothes that accentuate his body and effort to keep it that way. It was his way to brag about his discipline and hard work at the gym. I pulled off his briefs and there he was, fully naked in high definition detail. Was this what I looked like as well? I quickly got rid of my clothes and came to realization that we are identical! Every muscle contour and peak was exact, every freckle, everything. Including what looked like a 10” cock. I knew every sensitive spot on his body and where he liked to be kissed. I contemplated on exploring his original body while using the copy of his body. I knew he was a narcissist, but did he ever thought about sex with himself?

I caressed his plump biceps and circled around his nipples with my finger. His body tensed up and twitched. I continued tracing his abs as I switched to sucking his hard, perky nipples. I could feel myself getting a boner just thinking about the feeling. A boner was forming as I slowly jerked it off with the precum leaking from his and my dick. Massaging his balls as I sucked on his dick. His balls tightening up made me knew he was close to releasing. One last motion of his dick hitting the back of my throat, caused him to wake up to see an exact replica of him sucking him off. That hot steamy narcissistic moment that made him blow his load into my mouth. I closed my eyes, was choked by his own juices; it felt so thick and warm, as if it was more than his creamy milk. I opened my eyes and he disappeared. Did I swallowed all of him when he released into me? I felt like I gained all his memories, habits, quirks, and fetishes. I could hear the old Shaun in my subconscious screaming. Guess there could only be one Shaun and I was fortunate to be the dominant.

I picked up Shaun's shirt, took whiff of his sweat infused scent and pleasure shocked my senses. I slipped on his still damp boxer briefs which caused my cock to awaken. The pants were snug, which slid over my tight ass and erect cock. My phone started to vibrate, it felt good.

Remembering his password, I opened his phone, to my surprise he had a boyfriend. I didn't know he was gay.

"Where are you? I cannot wait to cuddle in your strong arms!" the text said.

"I am on my way babe, I'm feeling so horny right now and you are the only cure!" I replied with a pic of my boner showing through my pants.

I ran out in my new body as Shaun. It was overflowing with fresh confidence. Looks like now it's my turn to cover for my non existent roommate. I cannot wait to take the world head-on and for my boyfriend to take on my head.!

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Soul Transferrence 1.0

I had finally done the impossible, the Soul Transferrence Chip 1.0 was completed. It allows the user to upload their soul into the chip and transfer it to another living host upon them wearing the article of clothing it is attached to. I just had to try it out and I knew who I could try it on! The only perfect body I knew could fit me.

My brother's best friend Ryan, is super close with my brother, Riley. They both did everything together. Every time, Ryan would always come over to our house. Riley doesn't treat me nice, but Ryan treats me so well, always getting me gifts and snacks. Moreover, Ryan was more handsome and buff. He likes going to the gym to build up his muscles. He was oozing with self confidence and charm. If I wanted to transfer my soul, I want to be as cool as him.

I placed the chip in the removable sole of a new pair of shoes I bought for Ryan. One morning, I visited the gym he frequently works out at and I saw him getting ready for his routine.

"Hey Ryan, sorry to bother you, but I need a favor." I stuttered to him

"Hey bud, wassup. What kind of favor do you need? I'll see how I can fully help you."

"So I got you this pair of shoes because I know how much you wanted it from the conversation you had with my brother. I have placed a new workout assistance chip that tracks your progress and uploads the data to my computer so I can generate future better workouts for you based on various factors. I was wondering if you would do be the favor of being the trial user." I lied to him while presenting him the sneakers.

"Awesome little man, its pretty cool that I have the honor of being your test rat! I'll be happy to help out. haha You didn't have to get me this pair of shoes, I would have helped out regardless! Anyways I can afford my own clothes and shoes, I have lots of money! I will pay you back later for these!" He winked at me while trying on the sneakers.

"It fits so perfectly! I guess you got my size correctly! Anyways, I have to start my workout now, you can have a seat at the side. When I am done, I'll give you a ride home." Ryan continued while getting ready to start.

"It uses sound vibrations, so you will be able to hear the program starting up and uploading. Just ignore it, don't let it bother you." I reminded him as I headed to the locker room. Upon reaching there, I started the program via a mobile app. My body started disintegrating, and I felt my soul being absorbed by the chip in Ryan's sneakers.

Data Upload Link Initiated

Estimated Time of Completion: 65 minutes

Ryan stripped down to his workout shorts and started with his workout, he didn't realize that his actions and mind was slowly influenced by me filling up his hunky body. I felt a rush of adrenaline and testosterone the more Ryan was absorbing me. I could feel a boner forming in his shorts from all the sexual thoughts I had about his bulging muscles and endurance.

(Half an hour in) Upload Progress 50%

Ryan was starting to feel lightheaded as my soul took over more of his mind and body. He thought it was due to the fact that he forgotten to drink his pre-workout booster that he was feeling this way. I influenced him to think it was okay to take a break. As he sat down, he fainted slightly. At that point, I pushed further and entirely took over his body to prevent him from falling over.

At this point, I thought I messed up my chip because my soul didn't fuse with Ryan. I was supposed to take over him and become everything of him and I, but his soul dettached and went into the chip.

Soul Transferrence completed

I stood up. My body was reigning in all the glory of full-blown power and self confidence. My chip works! I flexed and posed. I smiled as I could feel a raging boner filling up my shorts. I suppose I did enough that I can not finish my gym routine today. Time for me to shower and explore more.

His manly musk emitted from my body as I stripped. Ryan's body was all sore from his workout and side effects of the soul transferrence. It was a out of body experience as I caressed my new meaty pecs with my muscular arms and biceps. I can't believe this is all mine now. I am hot and buff. I am the ultimate definition of awesome.

Out of the shower and drying off my glistening body, I received a text message.

*When are you coming over babe? I can't wait to feel your swole muscles and enjoy your post-workout Ryan milk. 🤤 Pump me full of your testosterone filled juice with your footlong.* Riley had sent me.

Without thinking, my body reacted and replied,

*Soon babe, I am thinking about your smooth, sweet body too. Im super horny today. I need you to help me pump me dry.*

"OMG, Ryan was gay and he was together with my brother, Riley. Gawd, am I having feelings for my own brother? I can't stop thinking about his perky butt and the hot, steamy sex we have everyday after my gym workout. I thought Ryan's soul was transferred to my chip; did some of his residual soul influenced me during the take over?" I thought to myself in worry.

Something in mind clicked. Soon I forgot about my train of thought. I couldn't figure out why I was panicking.

It doesn't matter. My balls are loaded and I am horny. I'm going to fill my boyfriend up with my milk. I am going to enjoy it so so much. My name is Ryan and I am pure awesome.

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Just Playing Around

I intercepted a note meant for the birthday boy and decided to find to surprise the surprise instead. Boy, did he not disappoint.

"Where's Zac? I specifically only asked my boyfriend to come in for his surprise birthday present," his boyfriend, Scott had told me as I walked in, trying to find a toilet in this big mansion of his.

Scott was Zac's boyfriend of almost 5 months. He is a fitness model with a family fortune on his name. The most eligible bachelor in the whole gay community.

I had never seen a man so strong before. His muscle covered body in a fairly tight designer underwear. The musk emitting from his brawny chest and sweat coated abs. His arms were chiselled with muscles. An Adonis bod enough to intimidate others. Incredible good looks that can make your body weak.

"Oh, he's a bit busy with some guests that just arrived" I lied to him. "Meanwhile, let's play a game as we wait. If I win, I need your help with something. It's hard to find some strong guys that can lift.

" Oh, you need help with heavy lifting and moving something?" he replied

I smiled and shrugged without saying anything.

"uhm... Sure. And if I win, you got to help me find ways to spice up my relationship with Zac. I want to give him the best version of me and to ensure he is always happy!"

"It's a deal" I said as we shook hands. A tinge of magic powder sparked from my hands. The deal was set. A binding contract that you cannot run away from; a favor for a favor.

Scott got dressed as we proceeded to the bedroom. We decided to play "Two truths One lie". Scott told me about he was Chinese American, his age was 29, and he had two brothers. He proceeded to ask me to guess the lie. I guessed correctly; Scott was lying about his age. Scott is actually only 7 years old because he was born on Feb 29... a leap year. He chuckled and asked me how I knew something he hadn't told many people about.

I started talking about my truths and lie. I told him that Zac told me when he was drunk, that today my legal name will change to Scott, and that today is my birthday. Scott was flabbergasted. He agreed that Zac would say things like that when he gets drunk, but he couldn't believe the other two statements. Through process of elimination, he figured it can't be so coincidentally that the first time he met me, that my name would also be Scott.

I walked to the door and locked it. I turned and declared I won. The lie was that Zac didn't tell me about his birthday. I actually found out because I looked in his wallet he left outside the bathroom.

"Since I won, I get a favor from you."

"A deal's a deal. What do you need me to lift?"

I replied, "I don't need someone to lift anything, the favor has nothing to do with heavy work."

"But... You said. and that's why I agreed..."

"I didn't say that was it, I simply smiled and shrugged when you repeated it. What I want is your body. I want to be you."

"what! That's not possible. I don't want to...." He stuttered in panic.

Before he could say anything else, I leap towards him and his body started to absorb me.

It felt like an out-of-this-world experience as I filled into every nook and cranny of Scott. Each muscle groups was well defined and bursting with enthusiasm. I could feel Scott squirming around, trying to push me out, but to no avail, the possession was soon completed. I pushed even harder, causing a loud moan as it had made us super horny. Our cocks fusing caused it to be harder than any of us has encountered before. It went silent as I took over.

"Look at this body! I look so sexy and gorgeous. See, I was not lying! Today, my name is legally Scott, Scott Yong Wen Cheng"

I flexed my abs and my biceps even harder, while the tent in my underwear was getting tighter. I stripped fully and my cock flung out, spilling precum all over the floor. As I pumped harder and harder, I was getting myself worked up. The musk wafting from my glistening pits started to arouse all my sense. I kept stroking harder as I tickled my hard nipples. Seeing my body tensing up in definition as I gotten closer and one last jerk, I shot streams of hot, sweet milk up in the air. Some had shot in my face as I savored each drop of sweet Scott juice and the rest was dripping from the walls and mirror.

I cleaned up. Searched 'my' room for a fresh shirt and shorts, and went down to rejoin the party. Everyone, including Zac was wondering why I looked so spontaneous. I grabbed my boyfriend and kissed him in front of everyone. I knew public display of affections was what Zac secretly wanted and I was going to fulfill that with Scott.

Throughout the party, I played around with whatever I could. I kept flexing and seeing what this body can do. I had to show off what I can to make others jealous of what Zac has. I apparently worked hard for this body, thanks to the previous host.

I am going to keep my end of the bargain and ensure Zac will always be happy. So I can give him the best version of myself. I am going to give him everything he could dream of: fame, fortune, and the best boyfriend in the world!

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Life Charm

This was me. My name was Wilson Lim. I was Junior at the University of California Davis. I was on a full ride scholarship for Wrestling. I did well in school and in my social life, but I had one problem. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get any bigger. My coach would constantly always remind me that I have to get bigger by senior year if I wanted to be Team Captain. It disappointed me as I was already a college junior; many of the sophomores were bigger than me. I tried bulking and training increased weight exercises. I go to the gym 5 times a week and forced myself to consume more protein than I needed.

After training one of the days, my coach approached me, "I know you have been trying to get bigger, but to no avail. I want to be able to help you out." he said as he grabbed my right bicep.

. The moment he grabbed it, he chanted, "Commūtātiōnem Corporum", which cause his arm to fuse into mine, swelling my biceps and triceps with mass and definition.

"Gasp, what are you doing?!" I panicked and pulled away. The result of his spell was still in effect as my right side was bigger than my left.

"This spell allows me to temporarily take over a portion of or full body of my choosing. In doing so, I add my muscle mass to them which allows they body to get adapted, causing them to retain it when I leave or get pushed out!" he proclaimed to me. "So if I take over your body, I can give you the muscle you want and in return, you can let me live a day in your body. I want to experience what's it like being young again."

"Coach, I don't know what to say. Thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to me." I replied.

We agreed on a time the next day.

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Coach had arrived at my home in the evening. He greeted me with a bottle of water.

"You need to keep hydrated and the body muscle transition will be smoother." he proclaimed.

I gulped it down without realizing that he added a personality-restricting drug inside.

I stripped my shirt and got on my knees.

"Commūtātiōnem Corporum Integrum!" Coach shouted. He inserted both his legs into my back.

Before I realized that he said a different spell, he already had started to take over me.

The transition felt somewhat satisfying. As his legs entered my back, I felt my quadriceps and calves filling with mass and energy. I felt fuller and stronger as he pushed his thick shaft into me. I could feel my cock getting harder and thicker as a full hard-on was growing. My balls got rounder and bigger, full of seman waiting to release. The edging feeling of an impending full blown orgasm pushed me to feel invincible. Coach continued and pushed his arms in. My biceps and triceps grew with definition and my wrist got firmer and stronger. I couldn't wait to ejaculate and in result, I pushed the rest of his body into me. A sharp pain in my core arose as I took in his abs and chest.

"Thank you for this body, I will take good care of it." Coach spoke as he pushed his head into mine, completing the take over. The pressure built up having two people in one body, which cause us to lose control and letting our cock ejaculate in streams and streams of hot, milky cum. Two people's worth of build up in my balls that released from my now thicker 10 inch shaft. The feeling with through the roof as it was the best feeling any of us have ever felt.

Slowly, our memories and minds started to mix. It was a battle of the stronger personality. Coach's mind took over as I was starting to feel the effect of the drug I partook earlier. He took over my body as I took a backseat, only able to watch.

"It feels incredible to be young again and even bigger than before. I never got to experience this before from all my take overs!" Coach said in my body as he flexed and posed in the mirror. I was taller and my face got slightly older, but it was a side effect as Coach was much older than me when he phased in. "Wilson, this body is now mine. Sorry, but I changed the spell because I want to keep this body. You have a great future ahead of you and I want to be in charge. I won't be leaving anytime soon. So sit back and watch me!"

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It's been a year since Coach and I fused. He changed my life around. He gave up my sports scholarship and proceeded to become a model. I saw him make countless friends and create relationship while I could helplessly just watch. He forced my body to turn gay and both him and I, had coitus with many guys. Everyone worshipped my body. He built it up even more and even changed my hair color to suit my body.

As the year went on, my personality got stronger and started to show a bit more without Coach realizing. Eventually, my personality took over and I took back control of my life. I used all the brain power I had to supress Coach and made it so, nothing can be done to change me again. Man, it feels great to be able to move and dance in my own body. I never got to feel my body after the take over, but now when I have, all the muscles are filled with mass and everything felt firm.

Commūtātiōnem Corporum Integrum. Surprisingly, I still remember the spell after so long. With coach inside me, does that mean I still have the power? Maybe I can dig deeper into this memories and learn more spells to charm up my life again.

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Blue Pill Red Pill pt. 3 Final

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeep. The noise that Lucas' phone kept making. My brother had been playing with it and forgot to off it. It kept beeping throughout the whole night.

I fell asleep in Lucas' arms with the aircon on full blast. Lucas was shirtless and his testosterone filled musk was wafting through the room.

Knock. Knock. It was 9am the next morning, someone was at the door. Lucas was still sleeping and I slipped out to answer it. At the door, I saw this fit guy. His arms were bulging and pecs we're naturally inflated. He had a questioning smile, which seemed friendly, but also intimidating.

"Hi, I am Greg. Can I come in?" He asked me.

"uhh sure, can I ask what's this about?"

We both sat down and his musk was just as strong as my nose caught it. It was so manly. Filled with sweat and protein induced testosterone.

"Recently, my boyfriend took his solo trip around Asia and he hasn't been in touch with me for the past two weeks. I've gotten worried that something might as well happened to him. His name is Lucas. I tracked his phone to somewhere in this area and I have been going around the area asking for help." Greg had shown me a picture of him and Lucas on his phone.

I panicked and soon realized what that beeping noise was about last night. "My apologies, I haven't seen anyone looking like him recently. But if I do, I'll give you a call?"

Greg left his number as I walked him to the door. " If you hear or see anything, please let me know. I will be staying at the hotel across the road. I really do love him and am afraid something happened and he changes for the worse."

"Don't worry, I know how it feels to lose someone close, knowing something might have happened to them and that they may not be the same person again" I chuckled as I closed the door behind him.

I ran to the bedroom. My brother just got up and Lucas' morning wood was showing. It pitched a huge tent in the right shorts he was wearing.

"Kor, want to help me? I need to be milked." Lucas joked around.

"No time for that." I lied. I went on and explained the situation about Lucas' boyfriend looking for him and we have to do something or else there will be problems.

"Kor, I know what I need to do. Trust me, I have Lucas' memories and I can deal with Greg. Meanwhile, can you go prepare me some breakfast as I get ready?"

I was hesitant but agreed willingly to Lucas' cute pouty face. "I'll prepare pancakes and bacon. Help me set the table when you are done and get the drinks and cutleries ready!" I smiled back, trying to hide my hard on from him.

As Lucas got ready, he searched my stuff without my permission. He rushed out to set the table and prepared some orange juice. When I wasn't looking, he poured in some weird red powder into mine.

I enjoyed my breakfast even though my orange juice tasted a bit bitter. It was nice to see Lucas enjoying my cooking and smiling at me whenever he swallowed. I hope we get to keep this relationship.

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After breakfast, my brother had messaged the number left behind by Greg and requested to meet at his hotel room. Upon reaching, Greg was thrilled to see Lucas and hugged him. It was clear that Greg was happy to see Lucas was still alive and well. Greg couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Lucas by the legs and carried him to bed.

They kissed and played around. My brother was enjoying himself more than when he did it with me. Greg knew all of Lucas' sensitive spots and inner desires. But yet, Lucas (aka my brother) felt off as he felt like he was cheating on me with Greg.

"I want to do dirty things to you, so why don't you go freshen up and we can have more fun afterwards" my brother asked.

Greg took a long, steamy shower and washed everywhere. He was getting ready for Lucas.

After his drying himself off, Greg put on a shirt and posed. He immediately jumped into bed and continued making out with Lucas', without realizing my brother had placed a blue pill in his mouth, forcing Greg to swallow it.

Greg's body started to spasm and a bright light appeared. Greg was surprised and stunned, "Where am I? Why am I in a hotel room!" I looked around and I saw Lucas. He was smiling.

"Kor, I did it. We can be together from now on. Do you like what I did for you?" Lucas said to me.

I grabbed the bottle near me and chugged water down. I looked down and I saw a fit body. Inside my shirt, I had bursting pecs and a solid six pack. I could feel my shirt bursting as I flexed and posed. I looked back and saw my new face. My brother had given me Greg's body!

I was so happy. I tapped into Greg's memories and took over his personality. I got to learn more about Lucas and everything great from his point of view. I know I can pilot this body as well as my brother can pilot Lucas.

I leaped in bed with my brother and kissed at all of Lucas' sweet spots. We both moaned as we explored each other's body with new knowledge.

Urgh. Orhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Our balls tightened. Our sweat and musk combines and fill the air. Shots after shots of sweet milk hitting our bodies and dripping down our muscle crevices. This felt so amazing and so in place.

Life is great. I have this new amazing body that full of energy and confidence, a new boyfriend, a new brother, and a new partner!

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A year has passed, Lucas and I ran away from our old home to our body's home country, Australia. We live in the companion of each other. Loving ourselves and each other every day. Lucas makes me happy and I make Lucas happy. Past all the dilemmas and obstacles we encountered with the blue and red pills, We are completely happy and promote changing your lives with them today!

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Blue Pill Red Pill pt. 2

A week had passed since my brother ate the red pill that changed his life. Our parents were still overseas and unknown about the situation at hand. Each day that has passed, his maturity has increased closer to a 28 year old muscle hunk. He started to apply for jobs and joining a gym. Him walking around shirtless all the time has caused me to be constantly hard 24/7. Each time was like the first time I saw Lucas and I start to get shy. Maybe I could give something a try...

One night my 'brother' smiled and approached me in my room in his Captain America shirt that wrapped around his body so tightly. "What's up", I asked. I could tell something was going to happen as I started to get hard.

"Well, I know how much you wanted Lucas and I ruined your chances to be him, so I want to make it up to you" he replied, as he went into kiss me on the lips.

I pushed away for a moment knowing it was wrong to have fun with my brother, but I was so horny and my cock was telling me otherwise. I grabbed Lucas by the shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. "I can't hold it in any longer." I said.

I ripped off his shirt and started to lick his nipples while caressing his huge biceps muscles. Lucas moaned and the deep sound of his voice only made me harder. I forced my tongue into his mouth as we made out. Lucas grabbed my cock and started to stroke it, pumping out loads of precum. He proceeded to lick it all up and started sucking me off. The feeling of ectasy shot through my spine and I was so sensitive to his touch.

"Kor, am I do it correctly? Are you enjoying..." Lucas tried to mention. I stopped him midsentence as I nibbled on his ear, causing both of us to feel good at the same time.

We changed positions and I dove into sucking off Lucas. There were more precum than me. Looks like being a 28 year old hunk caused my little brother to build up in testosterone and semen. I sucked harder and faster as I circled his erected nipple with my finger.

"Urgh, kor I cannot... hold... it in... anymore" Lucas' balls tightened as he was close. All the testosterone built up and it being my brother's first blowjob orgasm made Lucas moan super loudly while shooting cannon loads of sweet milk down my throat. I savored each drop of flavor as I licked him clean. It was so satisfying.

Still hard and all, I laid back and my little brother cuddled me, "That felt amazing. Nothing I have ever felt before. Now it's your turn." he said.

"I can wait. I don't think this will be the first night we will be doing this. You are a changed man, and I want to give me and you a chance if you want to take it."

"Like boyfriends?"

"More like partners. Lucas, I like you a lot. And whether if it's truly you or not, I cannot stop loving your body."

"Kor, I like you a lot too and I want you to be happy. So if this is what makes you happy, I am willing to give it a try." Lucas replied.

Life seems to be going great, I have a new partner. Lucas and I seems to be having lots of fun being with each other. With his maturing personality, I starting to appreciate my brother more! He is starting to learn more about life and being a responsible adult. We figured that if our parents asked what happened; that we would tell them my little brother ran away and this is my boyfriend to get me through it all.

Anyways, two more packets of blue red pills arrived at my door. I figured that I needed it to try and do something about it, but now it's all better. Turns out the label indicated that a possessed person that consumes a blue pill will become depossessed. Guess I don't need it anymore. Maybe I'll keep them for a rainy day.

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Meanwhile, at this airport, Greg just arrived. Someone the old Lucas seems to know. Someone familiar... Life is soon to change for one if not all of them...

Part 3 coming soon...