#cock magic

[craigwouldbesooohappy]

Omg Randy doing cock magic makes me cry from laughing so hard😭😭💀

[rebeccaajc93]

Do you think Reginald Smith from Chicken Run: Dawn Of The Nugget (2023) is very similar to the Cock Magic Ring Announcer from South Park in Cock Magic (2014)?

[immortalmrwavell]

The Identity Transfer

(Original story posted February 6th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated!

Written for @the-natwolf

It’d been a long day for Nat as he arrived home feeling exhausted and wanting nothing more than to chill out for the last few hours of the evening. The first thing he did was whip up a nice hot meal for himself to satiate his growling stomach. Soon after he’d finished his meal, he was collapsing onto his bed with a drink in hand as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through some of his socials.

Naturally it wasn’t long before he found himself on Instagram. He took a sip from his drink as he flicked through the various posts. Some were of his friends, some being adverts and others being funny videos. But of course one of the most common themes while scrolling had to be the huge manly hunks showing off their half naked bodies. As a gay man, who could blame him. There would be bears, jocks, dads and meatheads alike just filling his feed to the point where more often than not Nat found himself unable to go on Instagram in public.

“Damn he looks good…” Nat mumbled to himself as he stopped on an image of a bear showing off his big hairy pecs and stomach. In honesty he’d always been a little jealous of men like that. Men that were huge and masculine. It made sense though. After all, Nat was 26 now and stood at around 5’7 with a pretty lean average build. He wasn’t really that hairy either. He might not have been as hunky as the men he drooled over but he didn’t hate his body. He was content with what he had… mostly. When there were guys out there his age and younger that were well over 6 foot and stacked with muscle, it was hard not to be at least a little envious of them.

He took another sip of his drink before his seemingly endless scrolling was stopped dead in its tracks. Up had popped a new post from one of his favourite dudes on Instagram. Ched Uzor!

He was a massive dude in every sense. Incredibly tall and insanely muscular with dashing good looks that made the smaller man swoon every time. Along with almost any gay man for that matter. He was gorgeous! So much so that Nat couldn’t help but pull up the man’s profile and start scrolling through all his posts again like he had many times before. He could never get enough of drinking that man in.

As it turned out Ched was an online coach that took on clients to help with training and getting into shape so naturally this meant he posted tons of pictures and videos dedicated to showing off his physique. Plentiful amounts of shirtless pics in the mirror to show off his god-like body for all to see. There were even a few where he stood in nothing but a towel or a tight pair of shorts that left little to the imagination. Those posts always drove Nat and many others crazy. Getting to see those chiselled abs and incredible pecs was always a treat. Not to mention those colossal arms of his that needed no introduction. Apparently he considered them his best feature and for good reason. Just one of Ched’s gigantic biceps looked to be the same size as one of Nat’s legs!

He continued to search through the bank of juicy content with a growing tent in his jeans. There were of course many workout videos to go with all the pics he put up which was just the icing on the cake. Getting to see Ched working those impressive muscles of his in an effort to pump them even bigger than they already were. He really couldn’t be more of a beast! Though his British English accent was something that frequently threw Nat off. He hadn’t expected it when he first heard Ched’s voice but he certainly didn’t hate it. He found it being quite the turn on actually!

Eventually he’d begun to lose himself a bit. Soon finding himself gulping the rest of his drink down so he could focus on rubbing his arousal over his jeans while gawking at this man’s amazing body. “Fuck… I wish I could be just like him.” Nat muttered to himself. He was just about ready to unzip and whip his dick out when suddenly a strange pop up filled his screen. It said:

- Our service has deemed you eligible for an identity transfer. From what we can gather, you wish to become like the user of this account “Ched Uzor”. Would you like us to proceed in making that possible for you? -

Beneath the message was a green accept button and a red deny button. Naturally Nat’s first instinct was to deny with strange pop ups like this but as his finger hovered over the red option, he hesitated. He had no idea why but for some reason, something deep down was telling him to accept. The logical part of his mind was telling him it was most likely a scam or a virus or some kind but at the same time something else was tugging at him. Telling him that it was real and to just trust it… so he pressed accept. After which there was a slight nervousness building in his chest as a new pop up emerged that simply read:

- Confirmation Received. Preparing Physical Transfer… Gathering Information… -

Seeing this Nat began to panic slightly. What was he thinking accepting this random link!? It was probably taking all the personal info off his phone right now! Next thing he knows he’s gonna have an emptied out bank account and most of his emails compromised! Though just as the fear began to set in, the screen changed once again.

- Preparation Complete! Beginning Physical Transfer… 0% -

Physical transfer? What the hell did that mean? Well Nat was soon about to find out. He tapped away at his phone a little, trying to back out from whatever this was but nothing was working. Even pressing the home button or holding down the power button did nothing as the percentage metre slowly began to tick up.

His eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed the pale skin on his hands beginning to darken. At first he thought he was seeing things but he couldn’t deny it when they started expanding too! Growing larger and meatier while also gaining a more weathered look you’d see on guys who did plenty of physical labour or spent lots of time in the gym. Before long his enlarged hands had turned a deep ebony in colour and that darker hue was quickly starting to spread across his light skin. He tossed his phone onto the couch in panic as he could do nothing but watch this bizarre transformation progress…

- Physical Transfer… 5% -

Next up were his forearms. His skin didn’t waste any time in converting from his usual pale white to a much darker tone. His biceps and shoulders soon followed the same example until both of Nat’s arms looked as though they belonged to a black man! He barely had time to process this though as moments after he felt a warm tingle flow up and down his arms for a second until suddenly they began expanding with muscle!

It began once again with his forearms pumping up rather aggressively with his biceps and triceps quickly following suit as they grew to seemingly no end. It wasn’t long before he’d not only filled out the sleeves of his shirt but the fabric was beginning to dig into his biceps until a faint ripping sound could be heard. That sound only got louder as his shoulders started to bulge, growing into huge boulders of muscle.

He looked… ridiculous! His arms were huge, bulky and a completely different colour to the rest of his small white body. Thankfully it wouldn’t stop there though. As soon as his arms finally reached their full enormous size, the transformation began to spread further.

- Physical Transfer… 25% -

Saying Nat was bewildered would be an understatement. He took a second to marvel at his arms by moving and flexing them a little as he stood up from the couch. The sleeves on his t-shirt were torn in multiple places and only continued to tear as he checked out his new guns. They were gigantic to say the least. He’d go as far as to say his arms were now bigger than a lot of the jock dudes he’d seen at the local gym. Though, as incredible as they were, they probably looked rather silly and out of place on his much smaller pale body.

Just then however, as if on cue, there was another warm tingle that darted around his torso. Of course Nat had been far too focused on the new size of his arms to notice that the skin beneath his shirt had continued changing. It started with small splotches of colour appearing across his chest, stomach, back and traps. At first making his skin appear tanned in those spots but as the patches spread and connected to one another, the tone deepened even further until it matched the same rich ebony skin colour his arms now proudly adorned.

- Physical transfer… 40% -

After what had just happened down with his now hulking arms, Nat already had a good idea of what to expect next when the warm tingle across his torso subsided. He stared down at himself, breath hitching slightly as he waited. And then he felt it. A strange pulsing sensation flooding through his upper body and then…

“UUROOUGGHH!…” Nat bellowed as his chest suddenly heaved forwards, his once unimpressive pecs eagerly starting to take shape. What was previously a relatively flat chest ballooned out into a juicy pair of meaty muscle tits that strained desperately against the front of his shirt. At the same time he found his torso growing thicker and wider in unison with his pecs. His back broadened more by the second until a massive rip tore across the spine of his shirt as he hulked out of it. It simply wasn’t able to contain so much man.

Nat’s eyes began to flicker and roll with all the intense feelings rushing through him right now. The changes were so overwhelming but at the same time… he didn’t want it to stop. Even smiling a little as he felt his traps start to bulge and his neck thicken slightly to compensate. But it didn’t end there. Even as all this new muscle was growing, his height had been increasing a little as well. His torso had grown significantly longer as his former 5’7 statue extended up to 5’11. It couldn’t be more obvious as his shirt rode up enough to give the world a view of his new thick dark abs.

That said he still looked quite ridiculous. He had the arms and torso of a bulky black man with the head and lower body of an average white dude. Not for much longer though.

- Physical Transfer… 65% -

The changes seemed slowed down towards his neck for time being but they didn’t stop their march downwards to the lower half of his body. Naturally the first things to be swallowed by the darkening skin were his groin and his backside. Then as the tingling began to swarm those two regions, it was near impossible for Nat to hide the huge grin forming on his face. By this point he was fully embracing the insane transformation and only wanted more! He didn’t know how it was possible but it just felt so damn good! All he could think about now was the rest of his body getting huge and how amazing it was going to feel!

The back of his jeans started to grow tighter by the second as his ass expanded aggressively, plumping itself up with more and more muscle. Before long his jeans were forced to really stretch themselves over two thick globes that put his former ass to shame. But it didn’t stop at the heavy black jock butt. If anything Nat’s attention was much more focused on his crotch as he rubbed a large hand over it. He could already feel the next change setting in fast.

His hard and already black cock started to bulge obscenely in his pants as it pumped itself bigger and fatter. Gaining not only length as it bucked and pulsed but some delicious girth as well that would stretch any hole to its limit. He almost couldn’t believe he didn’t cum on the spot as the mushroom tip grew thicker and rounder inside the confines of his jeans. He’d managed to stifle his moans for the most part up until that point but he couldn’t help letting out a long groan when his balls suddenly bloated to a huge and heavy size without warning. A glob of precum stained the inside of his pants as his nuts swelled with jock seed.

- Physical Transfer… 75% -

As was expected by this point, the ebony colour spread down across Nat’s legs causing his thighs and calves to darken multiple shades in tone. The change crept lower before finishing with his feet as they endured the same fate. He pulled up one of his pants legs slightly to confirm this was the case and he couldn’t help but get excited upon seeing the dark skin, knowing what was to come. His entire body from the neck down was black!

Moments later that now familiar pulsing sensation travelled up and down his legs. What followed was the sound of his jeans ripping at seams as his legs started to pack on years worth of hard earned muscle in a matter of minutes. His thighs thickened to watermelon crushing levels of size and power while his calves slowly but surely began to grow to the size of sturdy footballs. During which all Nat could hear was the sound of his legs tearing his jeans apart. But once again it didn’t stop there. Along with all the muscle, his legs began stretching longer as well. It wasn’t long before his already increased height of 5’11 went well past 6 foot and all the way up to 6’4! By that point his muscle had finished expanding leaving him with a set of huge meaty legs and jeans that were clinging on for dear life. They were in complete tatters like his shirt. The button on the front had popped off and his ankles were exposed thanks to the jeans now riding up his legs!

He only got a few seconds to rest however as the next little transformation wasn’t waiting right around the corner. The only warning he got was a pleasant buzzing sensation flowing through his feet before suddenly they began exploding with size. They grew at such a rapid rate that within moments they completely burst out of his shoes. With a grin Nat gave his new black size 14 feet a wriggle, loving the feel of how big they were.

- Physical Transfer… 90% -

Now there was only one part left to go and Nat was ready to embrace it. He closed his eyes with a smile as the darkening skin resumed its spread up over his neck and towards his head. It took a little longer than the rest of the body but before long there wasn’t a trace left of Nat’s once pale skin left. Every inch of him was now a rich dark tone. But with the skin done, it was time for the rest of his features to catch up!

A warm wave of tingly pleasure washed over his head as the final changes began. It started with the lump in his throat shifting slightly and readjusting to give him a slightly deeper and more intimidating voice but also one that could be sensual and charming. The main event however was the face itself. Facial features began moving, growing, shrinking, sharpening and softening in all the right places until there was almost no resemblance to the original Nat left. His jaw was stronger, his lips were fuller and his nose was broader. The only thing left was his hair but even that quickly began to recede from the shaggy mop it had once been into something much shorter. Forming into tight neat curls that were distinctly black. And to top it all off a short bristly beard sprouted across his face to match, making his visage all that much more handsome.

- Physical Transfer… 100%… Complete! Physical Identity of “Ched Uzor” assumed! -

Bringing his hands up to his face, Nat couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Everything about it felt different to the spacing between his eyes to the size of his features to the feeling of his hair. It was insane but at the same time extremely erotic for some reason. He had to see what he looked like.

He was in luck as he’d recently put up a new mirror in his bedroom of which he soon found himself stumbling towards, not used to his new weight and centre of gravity. Though despite having just gone through the whole transformation, nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw. Staring back at him was a black muscular hunk! But not just any hunk… it was Ched Uzor! *He* was Ched Uzor! The same man he’d been drooling over online for years!

Of course Nat was far too distracted to notice but across the room on his bed, the message on his phone changed as it began to initiate the next phase…

- Preparing Mental Transfer… Gathering Information… -

Being blissfully unaware of this second transfer, Nat immediately began exploring himself with glee. He never imagined he’d get to experience what it felt like to have a body like this. Not only powerful and muscular but extremely tall as well. Before he'd always felt like the short dude in a crowd but now that he was 6’4 things are gonna be very different. Even now he couldn’t help but notice how much smaller everything seemed. How the floor looked so much further away and how things like his bed, desk and closet seemed so tiny now. It was crazy to wrap his head around but he could certainly get used to it.

- Preparation Complete! Beginning Mental Transfer… 0% -

Nat couldn’t help but love how his former clothes were now in tatters as they struggled to contain his new godly form. Despite that, he had to get a proper look. And so he gripped his torn t-shirt and with one swift motion, ripped it off his torso with ease. Tossing the fabric to one side, Nat took the opportunity to marvel at his incredible upper body. Starting by giving his juicy new pecs a generous squeeze before pinching at his dark nipples. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how many guys he’d get to fuck with a body like this. He was gonna have dudes practically falling to their knees before him.

“Mmm I wonder if I can bounce my pecs like this…” Nat mumbled to himself, loving the new English accent to his voice. He struggled at first, flexing the muscle on his chest awkwardly, but then something just hit him. Suddenly he started popping his pecs like a pro. No wonder because he’s been able to bounce them like that for years now!

- Mental Transfer… 10% -

Once he’d had his fun with his pecs, Nat made sure to give his abs a bit of attention as well, running his hands across the hard ridges with a bite of his lip before moving onto his arms. Sure he’d given them a good flex earlier but now he had the rest of the body to back them up. To say they were unreal wouldn’t do them enough justice. They were so massive and juicy that merely moving his huge arms gave him a power rush, never mind flexing them for the mirror. Getting to feel the pure strength behind all that raw muscle was intoxicating.

“Ughhh yeah!… I’m so huge!” He moaned as his enlarged cock strained against his underwear. He was getting drunk on the sensation of how huge his arms were. No wonder he considered them his best feature. He’d always had big arms so when he started training them properly they just exploded with size! Now he and everyone he met couldn’t seem to get enough of them.

- Mental Transfer… 25% -

He just had to see his body in its full glory. Not wasting any more time Chat gripped his jeans and just like with his shirt he ripped them off before tossing the remains to the side. Now all he had covering himself was an extremely tight pair of underwear that had the tip of his excited cock peeking out one of the leg holes. Overall he was pretty surprised that his underwear seemed intact. Or so he thought anyway.

After giving a quick twirl in the mirror, he was fast to notice a huge rip down the back that gave a perfect window view of his large muscle ass. Seeing this Chat couldn’t help but laugh before giving his big butt a hefty slap, enjoying the way it recoiled slightly. “Yeahhh boy! That’s what I’m talkin about!” He smirked as he took pride in the powerful glutes he’d crafted over the years, just as impressive as the rest of his body.

But of course he couldn’t ignore the main course for long. That new cock of his was begging for attention and Chat was willing enough to oblige. He turned back around to face the mirror once more before ripping off his underwear and allowing his fat new dick to spring free at last. Finally he was able to get a good look at his body in its entirety. “Thank fuck I decided to drop college so I could work on my body.” He stated proudly while turning to look at himself from every possible angle

- Mental Transfer… 50% -

Chat was completely oblivious to what was happening to his mind. With every second that passed his personal reality was being warped around him. He was starting to believe that this was all normal while his former identity was slowly being pushed out of his head to be replaced by a new one. His intelligence dropped a fair margin in the process from the IQ of an intelligent young man to the level of a blissful jock. Not dumb per say but not as bright as he once was either.

Despite everything he still found himself insanely turned on by his reflection even if the reasoning for it was becoming blurrier and blurrier with every passing moment. He gripped his thick black member with a dumb grin, loving how it filled his large hand before pumping it slowly. For some reason it felt way more sensitive than usual. Generally his cock was quite active but this was something different. It almost felt like it was begging him to cum. But he had to savour it just a tad bit longer. It felt far too amazing to rush.

He managed to keep a smooth rhythm with his stroking as he continued to explore his buff body for some obscure reason. As he did, a lot of his former smarts were replaced with a bunch of gym, workout and healthy eating knowledge. All of which was necessary to maintain a huge physique like his. He was definitely gonna need it. After all how else was he gonna be an online coach if he didn’t know all the tips, tricks and secrets to getting swole as fuck!

- Mental Transfer… 80% -

As his free hand wandered around the muscular crevices of his body, it eventually found its way to his back side. At first he was simply grabbing and kneading his cheeks which he didn’t think too much of at first. Just enjoying the feeling until he tried to slip a finger towards his hole. The moment said finger grazed that tight puckered hole however, his eyes snapped open. “The fuck am I doing!?” He questioned out loud as he drew his hand away from his ass. He wasn’t sure why the hell he’d been doing that. After all he’d never been into ass stuff before. Not to mention his asshole is clamped shut anyway. No way anything was getting up there anytime soon. Instead he just tried to shake off the weird experience and focus on jerking off instead.

“Fuuuuck bro! Why am I so horny today!?” Chet moaned as his cock began spluttering pre-cum relentlessly, getting his hand wet and sticky. “I need a hookup or something. Haven’t been with a girl in weeks…” he droned off mindlessly, not even realising the problem with what he’d just said. Yet despite everything it was still his thick muscular body that was the main attraction of his sexual desire right now.

- Mental Transfer… 90% -

Chet began stroking faster as he bounced his pecs again in the mirror, his own body seeming so hypnotising for some reason. It baffled him as he’d never felt this way about himself before but he didn’t bother questioning it. How could he when he could already feel his fat bull balls starting to churn. They were getting ready to shoot while his cock grew more and more sensitive by the second. All of his senses were being overloaded as a thick haze settled over his mind. And soon enough that pleasure began to peak…

Chet couldn’t stop himself from flexing almost every muscle in his body involuntarily as his balls squeezed, sending a fat load up towards his cock until… “FUUUUUUuuuuuccckkkkk…” Chet moaned heartily as his massive dick shot rope after rope of hot thick jock nut all over the mirror like an erupting volcano. Shooting more cum than he ever had in his life while giving the reflective glass a sticky coating of delicious man milk.

- Mental Transfer… 98%… Error Error… -

The pop up screen on his phone began to flash with a warning as the meter seemed to get stuck on 98%.. The Error message continued to flash for a few seconds before the screen changed again, jumping directly to a new screen without having shown the 100% at all.

- Congratulations! You have assumed the Mental and Physical identity of “Ched Uzor”! It would seem our work here is complete! Enjoy the rest of your day. -

The strange pop up claimed proudly before disappearing without a trace. The phone returned to Ched’s Instagram, only now it seemed to be logged in as the user of the account.

Back over at the mirror Ched grabbed his head in confusion. That was one of the biggest nuts of his life so he couldn’t figure out for the life of him why he’d done it to his own reflection instead of to a hot babe like usual. But even more importantly where the hell was he? This definitely wasn’t his house and those ripped clothes on the floor certainly didn’t belong to him. He closed his eyes and racked his brain for a moment, trying to figure everything out until it finally hit him. He was on vacation to America right now and he’d hired this dude to look after his place back in the UK. The dude’s name was Nat if he remembered correctly. He took a breather as things finally started to fall into place.

And so, with his cock turning flaccid once again, Ched grabbed some tissues and started to clean up the huge mess he’d made. After all, the people he was renting this place from wouldn’t be happy if he left their mirror with a huge cumstain on it. Once that was done he’d better find himself some clothes to put on so he can enjoy the rest of his evening and take plenty of pics for his Instagram. He knew how thirsty some of his followers were and they were always eager to get another glimpse at his incredible body. Not that he could blame them.

———

- 4 Months Later -

Ched had long since returned home to the UK. That Nat guy had done a good job looking after his house while he was gone, the place looked spotless! Though he could swear there was something eerily familiar about Nat that he just couldn’t place. He couldn’t really put it into words. It was almost like nagging in the back of your mind when you’ve forgotten something but can’t remember what. Regardless he thanked the smaller man before giving him the second half of his payment and sending him on his way.

Since then things had been normal for the most part. Making inspirational posts on Instagram about exercising and getting into shape as well as just having an excuse to show off a bit. Naturally he spent plenty of time in the gym as always and was hard at work coaching his online clients as a personal trainer. But there were a couple weird things he’d noticed recently…

For example he still hadn’t gotten over this weird fascination with his own body he’d developed lately. Every time he looked at his reflection he found his cock chubbing up for some reason and he had no idea why. Plus the amount of times he would end up groping his own muscles while jerking off. He’d never done that before but now he couldn’t help it. But don’t get him wrong though, Ched isn’t gay. He’s been hooking up with plenty of women as of late and had no problem getting it up when they pull their tits out for him. If anything he’d say he’s been fucking more pussy recently than usual. Getting into bed with hot chicks left and right to fuck their bimbo brains out… but that could be partially due to him compensating for another new desire.

You see along with his self infatuation, over these past few months Ched had also caught himself glancing at other men. Not just in an admiring kind of way either. Like he was properly eyeing them up. His gaze was constantly being drawn to their asses and bulges. It was madness! He’d never been into dudes before so why were these feelings suddenly surfacing now!?

Recently there’d been this new guy at the gym that’d he’d been speaking to. Brandon was his name. Massive dude, about the same size as Ched himself. And just like with many other guys, Ched hadn’t been able to stop himself from checking out Brandon’s huge body. Only difference being that he could swear he caught Brandon checking him out as well…

Surely he couldn’t be gay because he did genuinely love women as well. So maybe he was Bi? If that was the case, how he managed to go all these years and not realise until now was beyond him. Well perhaps if this Brandon dude really was interested he could give it a go and ask him out or hook up maybe?… see what happens?

Little did Ched know that this was actually due to the error during his Mental Transfer. It seemed a tiny percentage of Nat remained inside him and vice versa for the new Nat as well. It was that tiny part of himself that was obsessed with his body and the part that still had an interest in men. But of course he’d never know that because as far he knows, Nat is just the guy that looked after his house for a couple weeks. He of course was the hunky Instagram model and online coach Ched Uzor! Only now he was a little gayer than before. And you know what? He was okay with that.

[thatsluttytiefling]

All of my wildest dreams for this movie have come true

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Why summoning the Ghost King and Danny when he expects Pariah Dark might literally give John a panic attack

So, this would not be the first time John has summoned something and didn’t get what he expected. To explain that, I’ll have to explain the Newcastle incident, and I will but going to give a brief overview of what the consequences are before dipping into that… because it’s a bit intense

So during a summoning one of the things you need to do is name the being you’re summoning. The ritual and sigils are what brings the being forth. Naming the summoned entity is part of the binding. The binding is what gives you an amount of control over the being summoned and offers protection to the summoner

So having the wrong name means they have no control over what they summoned. Naming the spirit puts it on a leash and muzzles it, having the wrong name is just letting it in without the leash or muzzle

Let’s just say at this point, Constantine’s past experience with summoning would make him super against summoning “the Ghost King” and one of the other magic users like Zatana would have to do it

John would be freaking out the moment the wrong guy showed up, he has some trauma around that. Even if it’s just Danny, this is going to dredge up some stuff and he’s going to have a hard drink afterwards

I will now be going into one of the most traumatizing moments of John Constantine’s life. As such, it’s going to get pretty intense and I’m toning it down a bit

Explanation of the Newcastle Incident Content warning sexual assault and abuse

In 1978 Constantine and his “magic gang” go to the Casanova Club to deal with a bit of a situation there. They arrive and there’s a lot of dead bodies in the basement and a very traumatized girl

Astra Logue’s father was basically a cult leader and an orgy enthusiast. He and his followers did some not so great things to Astra. Astra was psychic, so in her distress she summoned a hellhound named Norfolthing (actually a primordial elemental but that takes explaining) to protect her from the sexual abuse of her father and his followers. Norfulthing proceeded to commit sexual assault against the cult before killing them

John and the Magic Gang showed up to deal with the aftermath. In order to get Astra out of there and get rid of Norfulthing, they decided the best way to deal with this was to “fight fire with fire”

They then proceed to summon the demon/former god Nergal but the ritual didn’t have his name. Right ritual, wrong name. Nergal then proceeded to drag Astra’s soul to hell, Norfulthing raped one of the magic gang

John then spent the next two years at Ravenscar Mental Asylum and only managed to rescue Astra’s soul from hell about a decade later. She was still dead obviously but at least she wasn’t suffering in hell

So yeah

John has some baggage when it comes to summoning things with the wrong name

[cardboard-crack]

[kylecrusoe-captions]

TALES FROM THE LEAKY COCK #2

"Possessed by Lust"

The Leaky Cock thrummed with life—tankards banging, voices slurring, and the occasional groan slipping from darkened corners. Kaelric, a cleric of the Lords of Light, entered with purpose, his white robes a stark contrast to the inn’s grit. His blue eyes narrowed, hunting the source of whispered tales: a void-touched orc, a lustful blight haunting the crossroads. A shiver ran through him—not entirely holy—as he adjusted the silver sigil of the Lord of Purity at his throat. Something in the air felt wrong, like a thread of rot beneath the ale and sweat.

A halfling at the bar, bleary-eyed, jabbed a thumb toward the road. “Aye, you must seek Gorzod. Orc’s holed up in that old homestead, mile out. Stinks like a beast and drags men off like a siren. Watch yourself—feels like death’s been sniffing ‘round there too.” Kaelric’s jaw tightened. Death? The word lingered as he stepped into the night, the homestead’s jagged outline rising against the moonlit sky. A faint hum prickled his senses, a whisper of magic not quite orcish, not quite natural.

Gorzod stood in the yard, a mountain of green muscle, shirtless and glistening. His scent hit Kaelric like a fist—raw, unwashed, a week’s worth of musky sweat amplifying his pheromones into a weapon. The cleric’s knees weakened, his cock stirring beneath his robes despite his prayers. Gorzod’s grin bared tusks, but his eyes glinted with a human cunning, a spark too dark for an orc of honor. “Here to save me, light-bringer? Or to taste me?” His voice carried a dual tone—Gorzod’s growl, undercut by a man’s smug drawl.

Kaelric raised a hand, golden light flaring. “I sense you, spirit. Release this orc, or I’ll cast you out.” His words rang firm, but his pulse hammered. The air thickened, and a shadow flickered at the yard’s edge—gone when he blinked. Gorzod laughed, a sound too polished, too gleeful. “Cast me out? You're welcome to pray, you’ll be on your knees anyway.” He stepped closer, and the pheromones drowned Kaelric’s senses, a tide of musk pulling at his will.

He chanted a theurgic ward, gold shimmering around him, but Gorzod lunged, seizing his wrist. A cold jolt surged through the touch—void magic, sharp and deliberate, like a puppeteer’s string. Kaelric’s ward shattered, and a mind-control spell sank into him, slick and invasive. His robes fell away, his lean body bared, and he dropped to his knees before Gorzod’s hulking frame. The orc’s loincloth hit the dirt, revealing a cock thick and dripping, a beastly thing Kaelric couldn’t look away from. The scent made his mouth water, his resistance crumbling.

“You’re mine, holy boy,” Gorzod rumbled, but the human lilt purred beneath it—a ghost, a man who’d craved flesh in life and found perfection in Gorzod’s form. This spirit had chosen the orc for his rugged jaw, his slabs of muscle, his pheromones that bent men like reeds. Kaelric’s hands moved, unbidden, caressing Gorzod’s thighs, tracing scars. His lips parted for the massive member, and the orc thrust deeply, filling his throat with heat and salty sweet precum. He gagged, then groaned, the spell twisting disgust into need.

The ghost drove Gorzod harder, hips pistoning, reveling in the cleric’s submission. Kaelric clawed the earth as the orc hoisted him, bending him over an old fence. The pheromones drowned him, and when Gorzod’s cock pressed inside, he didn’t fight—couldn’t, and wasn't sure he wanted to. The first thrust ripped a cry from his lips, pain melding with pleasure as the orc pounded him, relentless. “Scream for me,” Gorzod snarled, but the ghost whispered, “Scream for us.” Kaelric obeyed, voice cracking as Gorzod’s grip bruised his hips. A faint chill brushed his neck mid-thrust—not the wind, but something watching.

Time blurred—sweat, musk, the wet slap of flesh. Kaelric’s theurgy sputtered, golden flickers scorching the grass, but the void spell's grip tightened. Gorzod pinned him to the ground, rutting with abandon, until a shuddering release coated Kaelric’s hole in thick orcish cum. The orc slumped, panting, and for a heartbeat, his eyes cleared—Gorzod’s own soul pleading, “Help… me.” Then the human gleam returned, laughing low.

Kaelric staggered up, cum slick on his thighs, and summoned his strength. A radiant burst erupted from his hands, slamming into Gorzod. The orc roared, clutching his skull, and a shadow tore free—a human shape, leering, its edges fraying like smoke. It didn’t dissolve; it slithered, darting into the darkness with a hiss of amusement. Kaelric’s gut twisted—it wasn’t gone, only displaced, waiting. Gorzod collapsed, freed but dazed. Kaelric dressed, trembling, a dark stain blooming in his soul—lustful echoes he couldn’t silence.

Kaelric’s breath still came in ragged gasps as he adjusted his robes, the fabric sticking to his sweat-slick skin. The homestead yard lay quiet now, save for the rustle of wind through the overgrown weeds and that faint, persistent hum tickling the edge of his senses—something watching, waiting. Gorzod stirred on the ground, groaning as he pushed himself to his knees. The orc’s massive frame glistened under the moonlight, his green skin streaked with dirt and exertion. His eyes, clear of the ghost’s gleam, met Kaelric’s with a raw, unguarded intensity.

“You… freed me,” Gorzod rumbled, his voice thick but steady, carrying the weight of an orcish awe. He hauled himself to his feet, towering over the cleric, and took a step closer. The air shifted, heavy with that familiar musk—not as overpowering as before, but enough to make Kaelric’s pulse quicken and his cock twitch traitorously beneath his robes. Gorzod’s nostrils flared, catching the cleric’s scent, and a knowing smirk tugged at his tusked mouth. “Still feel me, don’t you, light-bringer?”

Kaelric’s cheeks burned, shame warring with the heat pooling in his gut. He opened his mouth to deny it, to cling to his vows, but the words caught as Gorzod’s pheromones coiled around him—subtle now, a tease rather than a command. The orc’s gaze dropped, lingering on the bulge straining Kaelric’s robes, and his smirk widened. “I owe you, cleric. Honor demands it. You’ve had me rough. Now take me as you please. Till you’re sated.”

The offer hung between them, raw and bold. Kaelric’s mind reeled—duty screamed retreat, but his body ached, still thrumming from the ghost’s violation and the orc’s relentless rutting. Gorzod stood there, unashamed, his thick cock half-hard again, glistening with the aftermath. The cleric swallowed, his theurgic sigil cold against his chest, a silent rebuke he ignored. “I shouldn’t,” he muttered, but his feet didn’t move.

Gorzod chuckled, low and rough, stepping closer until the heat of his body pressed against Kaelric’s. “Shouldn’t’s got no place here. Want me or not, human?” His hand grazed Kaelric’s arm, calloused fingers sparking a jolt through the cleric’s nerves. The pheromones thickened, a warm invitation, and Kaelric’s resolve snapped like dry twigs. He grabbed Gorzod’s wrist, pulling him toward the homestead’s sagging porch. “Inside,” he rasped. “Now.”

The orc followed, his bulk filling the doorway as they stumbled into the shadowed ruin. Dust motes danced in the faint moonlight spilling through cracked boards, and Kaelric shoved Gorzod against a wall, the wood creaking under the orc’s weight. His hands roamed, greedy, tracing the hard planes of Gorzod’s chest, the ridges of scars, the coarse hair trailing down his abdomen. Gorzod grunted, letting the cleric take the lead, his own hands resting lightly on Kaelric’s hips—a warrior yielding, for once.

Kaelric sank to his knees, driven by a hunger he couldn’t name. He gripped Gorzod’s thighs, thick as tree trunks, and took the orc’s cock into his mouth, tasting salt and musk. Gorzod groaned, head tipping back, his fingers threading into Kaelric’s hair but not forcing—just guiding. The cleric worked him with a fervor, lips stretching, tongue swirling, until Gorzod’s hips bucked and a low growl rumbled from his chest. “Fuck, human—eager now, aren’t you?”

He wasn’t sated—not yet. Kaelric rose, shedding his robes fully this time, and pushed Gorzod onto a rickety table that groaned under the orc’s mass. The cleric climbed atop him, straddling his hips, and guided Gorzod’s cock to his entrance. The stretch burned, deliciously so, and he sank down with a moan, taking the orc inch by inch. Gorzod’s hands clamped onto his waist, steadying him, and their eyes locked—gratitude, lust, and something unspoken passing between them.

Kaelric rode him hard, chasing release, the table rocking beneath them. Gorzod thrust up to meet him, each movement a jolt of pleasure that drowned out the whispers of guilt. The orc’s pheromones wrapped them both, amplifying every touch, every gasp. Gorzod snarled, his own climax building. “Give it to me, cleric,” he growled, and Kaelric did—shuddering as he spilled across Gorzod’s chest, the orc following with a roar, filling him with heat.

They collapsed together, panting, the table miraculously intact. Gorzod’s hand rested on Kaelric’s back, a rough comfort, as the cleric’s heartbeat slowed. “Sated?” the orc asked, voice gruff but warm. Kaelric nodded, breathless, but the air still hummed faintly—not just lust, but that same cold thread from before. He glanced toward the broken window, half-expecting a shadow to move, but saw nothing. The ghost was out there, unbound, and something—someone—still pulled its strings.

As Kaelric dressed, Gorzod watched, his pheromones a lingering tease. “You’re welcome in my bed any time, light-bringer. Debt’s paid, but I wouldn’t mind settling it again.” Kaelric managed a shaky smile with a blush, stepping into the night as Gorzod followed. The road to the Leaky Cock stretched ahead, but the darkness felt alive, whispering promises—or threats. Whatever had loosed the ghost wasn’t finished, and neither, he feared, was he.

[blindmagdalena]

Okay how would homelander react if his crush would tell him she’s gay😮‍💨

"Well, nobody's perfect. Except me! Ahahahaha... Aahhh... Anyways, lunch?"

[leidila]

Had to make my own version

[turtlecleric]

Thinking about how absolutely huge rise Raph would get when he's older, and that it might be unsafe and/or impossible for him to actually fuck you, so he ends up finding a magical item in the Hidden City that's basically a flesh light that connects to you via a sort of portal magic and automatically adjusts his size (to match with you, like, proportionately, so that you can take it safely) but otherwise changes nothing.

Anyone else thinking totally normal thoughts tonight haha

[robinante]

One day I’m going to honor my promises and make a master post of book recommendations based on Dimension 20 seasons.

[majinbangus]

Silly thought, but what if stroking Soap's cock thrice, for some unknown reason, always gave you good luck or something.

Like, maybe Soap doesn't believe in luck, but you do and you insist, genuinely and wholeheartedly, that after every time you stroke his cock three times, something good always happens to you, or something bad that was supposed to happen didn't. You're so pure in your insistence, too, that Soap can't help but allow you to stroke his cock thrice whenever you think you might need his luck.

His only condition in return is for you to give him an actual handjob later on after his luck helped you.

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: I need Kaidan to hug me sooo tight it'd squeeze depression out of me.

[immortalmrwavell]

A Worthy Replacement - Part 2

(Original story posted January 27th 2023) This story has been significantly Updated!

Written for @bodyswappingandshit/@bodyswappingandshit-1

The second part is back! Apologies for the large gap between reposting this one and the last. Gonna attempt to get part three up a little quicker but I hope you all enjoy this one in the meantime. Have had tons of fun updating this story so far and a like to think it’s a strong upgrade from the original. Thanks again for the support everyone!

Read Part 1 Here! Read Part 3 Here!

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“I-I’m… I’m Chris fucking Bumstead!!” He announced, almost not believing his own words as they spilled out in a new unfamiliar voice. The man staring back at him in the mirror was none other than the bodybuilding celebrity himself. It shouldn’t have been possible and yet somehow… it was. His rational mind scrambled for some kind of reasonable explanation but there simply wasn’t one. It was all far too real to be a dream. From the scents swirling around in the air to the way his hulking form moved in such an unfamiliar way sent his brain into a tailspin trying to comprehend it all. There was no way it could all be a work of fiction from his sleeping mind despite how impossible it seemed. Just to be sure Martin did the typical thing of pinching one of his thick arms. Nope. Still here. All that did was make him realise just how real his massive biceps were.

With the mirror still ahead of him, Martin couldn’t think of anything else to do other than inspect himself. Starting with his face. He took a few heavy steps towards the mirror to get a better look at the new adorably handsome features he now adorned. The very first thing he felt drawn too was his new beard. It was much thicker and fuller than any beard he’d been able to grow in the past. It framed his gorgeous new mug perfectly while enhancing the squareness of his jawline for an added masculinity Martin could’ve only dreamt of until now. He couldn’t help stroking his fingers through it with admiration a few times with a bewildered chuckled.

It didn’t take long however for his fingers to roam past his beard to touch the rest of his face. The sensation was hard to comprehend as he wandered the shapes and contours of his facial features. Over your life you get so accustomed to the face that you were born with that it’s difficult to imagine how someone else’s face would feel. Even the most subtle differences from the way his nose arched to the depth his eyes were mind boggling to Martin as it all defied the expectations he’d come to know. It completely threw off his sense of touch in a way that was both nauseating and exhilarating at the same time. Even the tiniest differences in his facial structure were noticeable. But through it all he couldn’t help but be distracted by those expressive new brows of his paired with those piercing teal eyes looking back at him. Eyes that usually looked so driven and motivated but right now on Martin seemed lost, confused but also intrigued with underlying lust that was fast growing.

“I can’t believe it… I… I really am him!” Martin muttered to himself, growing more and more giddy as he heard Chris’ natural Canadian accent flowing from his mouth. It was true though. By some miracle he’d become the very man that’d been the focus of countless jerk off sessions for him. Lord only knows how many loads Martin had lost over the years thinking about Chris Bumstead. And now he owned that very same face and body that millions of people would undoubtedly drop to their knees for a chance to worship. He used to dream of being one of those people bowing at Chris’ feet. Now all Martin could think about was how those massive feet belonged to him along with everything else he fantasised about running his hands and tongue over.

Speaking of, Martin couldn’t ignore the rest of his body any longer. How the hell could he? Just moments ago he’d been your average lean dude just looking to get a tad bigger at the gym. Now he was one of the few men in the world having been awarded the Mr Olympia classic physique title! Multiple times at that! He had to take a few steps back until he was almost pressed against the cubicle wall just to get a full view whole body in the mirror.

“Holy fuck… I’m massive.” As he said that last word ‘massive’ he couldn’t help but notice the new lisp he’d inherited from Chris. It was one of the many things that made that titan of a man so damn cute at the same time. Just another thing he’d have to get used to it seemed, not that he minded.

With that the very first thing he did was grab both pecs and an instant feeling of wonder rippled through body and mind as he gave them a hefty squeeze. They were so thick and full with muscle that even his new meatier hands couldn’t contain them. That didn’t stop him from trying though as he groped them both with a giddy smile on his face. To go from a relatively flat chest to having two melon sized slabs of meaty muscle jutted out in front of him was mind blowing in a way that already had his dick tingling. He still couldn’t believe just how tight the tank top fit him now either. It’d been hanging off him moments ago but now it showed off all his assets perfectly. His chest stretched out the front while his godly arms were on full display. But he needed to get a better look at what was underneath.

With one smooth motion Martin pulled the tank top up and over his head before tossing it on the bench. “Whoa…” he muttered, finally getting a proper look at the full upper body he now owned. Sure he’d seen it online before but actually seeing it in person as his own reflection was something else entirely. “I’ve got fuckin abs now as well!” He stated proudly with disbelief and a nervous smile while running a hand along them. Tracing every ridge and contour that was now etched into his skin. They were a perfect balance between tight and thick in a way that sent shivers down his spine just touching them and knowing they somehow belonged to him now.

Despite how incredible his abs were Martin couldn’t help but be drawn back to his monstrous chest. They somehow looked even more inviting that they weren’t being hidden under his tank top. Finally on full display as they rose and fell hypnotically in time with his breathing. Each pec capped off with a stiff pointed nipple that only grew more rigid in the cool air. He hefted them again and couldn’t help noting the subtly soreness in his chest, likely from Chris’ workout. Yet for some reason Martin found it oddly satisfying. Like knowing he’d achieved something. He gave them another squeeze before letting his fingers rest around the aforementioned nipples. After that it wasn’t long before Martin found himself having to stifle a deep moan while pinching those sensitive little fuckers as they sent shocks of electrifying arousal through his entire body. There was no doubt they felt better than his old nipples. He almost didn’t want to stop pinching them. They were like a lightning rod straight to his cock as a noticeable tent began forming in his shorts.

“Mmmmhh… ughhhhnn… f-fuuuckuugh…” Martin grumbled to himself as his cock began to pulse violently. He was unable to stop one hand from wandering down towards his crotch while the other remained stimulating his nipples and kneading his pecs. He ran his hand over the outline of his dick and immediately his eyes widened with shock. He pulled his hand away as he stared down at his bulge. He knew it'd changed during that whole transformation from before, he’d felt it, but actually feeling it was difficult to fathom. For some reason his brain had still been expecting the same average cock he’d always had but the outline he’d just felt was anything but average. It was girthy. Fat. It was… more eager than ever. Just looking down at the bulge was making his mouth go dry.

One half of Martin’s mind was screaming at him to just tug his shorts down and set that beast free. And he wanted to give in to that urge so damn badly! But the other side of his brain was scared. If that was even the right word. Apprehensive? Nervous to see the monster now hanging between his huge thighs. Regardless he decided to build up to it. To check out the rest of his new assets before getting to the big one.

So after giving himself a moment to compose, Martin returned his attention to the mirror before lifting up his arms and flexing them. Watching gleefully as his biceps peaked with carefully crafted strength and muscle. He could already feel himself getting drunk on the power his arms exuded as he imagined just how much weight he could life now. But as he lifted them higher, Martin began to notice something that made his eyes light up. His scent. He hadn’t noticed it as much at first as his new nose was of course more attuned to it. But with his armpits raised up, it was finally starting to hit him. That sweaty masculine scent he’d been getting high on before wasn’t just coming from the stolen clothes anymore. That gorgeous aroma… it was coming from him! That powerful musk belonged to him! It seeped from his sweaty armpits! His sweaty crotch and ass! It was all his!

Just as Martin was about to start digging his nose into his armpits in another sniffing frenzy, he heard the sounds of noisy gym bro’s storming in after finishing their own workouts. Of course part of him wanted to stay locked in here so he could explore his new body for all its worth here and now… but he figured all the background noise would inevitably ruin the experience. And so, as much as he wanted to rip off his shorts and get a look at the full package he was working with right now, he did his best to restrain himself while slipping his tank top back on.

Martin took one last look in the mirror to quickly admire his bulky legs that he hadn’t gotten a chance to worship yet before walking out of the cubicle a few minutes later. He carried his old smaller clothes under his arm, not sure what to do with them as they sure as hell wouldn’t fit him now. It was then that he remembered Chris’ gym bag. It’d been sitting next to the bench where he’d found Chris’ clothes. Perfect!

He darted around the corner towards the aisle he’d taken the bodybuilder’s clothes from and sure enough the gym bag was still sitting exactly where it’d been left. Without a second thought, Martin grabbed the bag and unzipped it to find a large set of clean regular clothes that Chris had probably been planning on changing into. That reminded him. If he had Chris’ body now… then what had happened to the real Chris Bumstead? Had he somehow vanished just for Martin to take his place? Had Chris shrunk down and transformed into Martin’s old self? Or was he completely fine and just having a shower completely unaware that he now had a twin?

If the last case were true then he didn’t wanna stick around for long. Who knows what kind of chaos would ensue if Chris came out to find his doppelgänger out here! Just in case though, he left the extra clothes and towel in the locker that Chris had seemingly left open before stuffing his own old clothes into the gym bag instead and making his way out of the gym’s locker room with haste. Rushing past all the people that gazed in his direction with awe as they recognised his famous physique.

———

Stepping out of the gym, Martin took his first deep breath of fresh air with his new lungs. He did so with a satisfied grin spreading across his face. Only question now was where to go next? It’s not like he could go to Chris’ place. For a start he didn’t even know where it was and secondly he knew the real Chris had a wife. He can’t imagine it’d take her long to figure out that something was up. After all, Martin might’ve had Chris’ body but he still didn’t know anything about his life past what he’d seen online. Right now he didn’t want the hassle of trying to fake it. That in mind the only real option was for him to head back to his apartment for now and try to keep on the down low until he was able to figure out what his next move was here.

With the gym bag slung over his massive shoulder, Martin began to march his way back home. As he did he couldn’t help but notice the difference in his stride. Naturally his larger frame made his whole stance wider which in turn gave him a bit more swagger when he walked. There was a certain confidence to the way he moved as well. Confidence that hadn’t been there before. Like he was just so sure of himself now on a subconscious level. Part of it was likely due to muscle memory but still.

It wasn’t until he was about half way home however that he started to notice a fast growing hunger in belly. At first he tried ignoring it but that soon became impossible when his stomach started growling at him. Sure he had some food at home he could shovel down to satiate his hunger but not much of it was suited to the diet this body was used to. He knew well enough that Chris treated his body like a temple for the most part. Of course he’d have some cheat meals here and there or a sweet snack once in a while but overall a top tier bodybuilder like Chris always kept on top of his eating. Making sure he was feeding his body all the right things to keep his muscles huge and strong. Of course Martin could just ignore that and eat whatever he wanted but… if he’d been gifted a body as godly as this he should at least try to take care of it as best he can right?

Thankfully there was a pretty decent shop on the way home for the huge man to stop for some healthier options than what he had stored in his cupboards. He wasn’t exactly sure what to get so he ended up using one of Chris’ own YouTube videos about what he eats in the day to get a good idea of what to look for. Before long Martin had managed to fill his basket with plenty of healthy ingredients and that would help to make a filling meal worthy of this new bulky body of his.

———

Home at last. Martin grabbed the door handle and let himself inside, bagged groceries in hand. He closed the door before turning around only to jump out of his skin in shock! Inside his apartment on the other side of his living room was a stranger that he most certainly didn’t recognise. The stranger didn’t seem the least bit surprised however as he remained sat on the couch staring at Martin with a smirk.

“W-who the hell are you!?” Martin shouted, the panic and confusion clearly visible in his tone of voice. Despite that, he sounded a hell of a lot more intimidating now as he shouted those words from this goliath of a body. And yet the stranger didn’t seem the slightest bit intimidated. Amused perhaps but nothing more.

The man didn’t reply right away, instead opting to get up from his couch and take a few slow steps closer. His shoes clicked against the floor with every pace in a way that made the larger man’s heart race. He was well put together with immaculate hair and a suit that hugged his frame. Though as the stranger noticed Martin backing up a little, he chuckled and put his hands in the air as if to signal that he was harmless.

“Hey, hey. No reason to be afraid, my huge hunky friend.” He said in an almost flirtatious voice as he scanned Martin’s gargantuan form. “Look. You can just call me Wavell. I’m the one responsible for the gift bestowed upon you. Martin.” Wavell claimed, surprising Martin at the use of his real name despite looking nothing like his former self now. “Unless you’d rather me call you Chris? That is who you are now after all. Chris Bumstead. You said it yourself if I remember correctly…” Wavell added while scratching his bearded chin lazily.

“You know that I’m… wait what do you mean you’re responsible!?” Martin questioned, still unsure of the whole situation. So many queries spun around his head that Martin struggled to even process what was happening right now as he slowly paced the bag of groceries down on the ground.

Wavell rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, you know exactly what I mean. I made you into the man that you are. I’m the one that gave you the body of a multiple time Mr Olympia winner.” He laughed a little as he took a few steps closer, watching as the gears in Martin’s head turned. “And personally I think it really suits you.” Wavell’s eyes wandered Martin’s physique again, tracing over the muscle his tight gym clothes exposed.

“Wait but… this happened when I took his clothes and… his underwear started glowing…” Martin tried his best to recall exactly what happened despite it being a bit of a blur during his transformation. He just remembers… growing. So much growing.

“Yeah and who do you think enchanted that pair of underwear?” Wavell cocked an eyebrow, watching in amusement as Martin’s face turned to that of shock and disbelief. After that he went onto explain himself a little better as he did with most people he revealed himself to. Wavell explained his status as a powerful magic being that more or less possesses the abilities to bend reality to his will. Naturally it was a lot to take in for poor Martin. The now bodybuilder had to take a seat on the couch as he absorbed everything the so-called warlock was telling him. If it hadn’t been for the huge body he currently possessed, he would’ve thought Wavell was crazy. “But yeah I suppose that’s me in a nutshell. All powerful warlock… yada yada.” He concluded, shrugging his shoulders.

Martin lent back in his seat, trying not to get distracted by how much of the couch his massive body was taking up now, as he digested everything Mr Wavell told him. “Wow… I don’t even know what to say.” He muttered. In such a short amount of time he’d gone from having just a normal, yet somewhat pervy, day to now finding himself believing in actual magic! “Well… why me? What’s so special about me that you decided to give me a body that looks exactly like Chris freaking Bumstead!?” He said while gesturing down at his perfect physique, trying not to get turned on at the sight of all the muscle he now owned.

“Let’s just say I like to have a bit of fun with the men on earth.” The warlock wriggled his eyebrows slightly. “Truth be told, I’ve been a fan of Chris for quite some time. The work he put in to carve such a beautiful body is truly inspiring. The peak of what a man can achieve, some might say. That said I started to think that maybe he needed a new… gayer replacement. And you just so happened to be in the right place at the right time.” Wavell explained with a smug expression. “I even enchanted his clothes in such a way that only those who I deemed worthy would’ve been able to acknowledge the clothes. So I've got no doubt that you’re a worthy replacement.”

After soaking that in, Martin noticed something the warlock had said. “Wait? You kept saying ‘replacement’.” The cogs in his brain turned. “If I’m replacing the real Chris then… What happened to him? The real him. Where is he?” Martin asked steadily, trying to hide his growing concern.

Wavell hummed with amusement. “Oh don’t worry about him. Besides, you’re the real Chris now.” The warlock grinned devilishly. “Just think of it like… he was warming up the body for you. Getting it ready for you to take over. And now you’re its rightful owner.”

Martin was almost lost for words. “S-seriously? So you’re saying that I get to live the life of Chris Bumstead from now on? Like… forever??” The idea was both exciting as all hell and a bit scary at the same time.

“Exactly! And before you say it, yes I know you don’t have the mind and memories of the original Chris just yet. Don’t worry. With enough persuasion the original will give them up to you no doubt. I’m sure the two of you will get acquainted soon enough.”

“Wait what?? What do you mean? Where is he??”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Wavell sneered not unkindly. “Anyway the main reason I came here was to see if there was anything in the meantime I could do to help you get settled in? Besides the memories of course.”

Martin thought for a second. Off the top of his head there wasn’t a whole lot he could think of that wouldn’t be taken care of if or when he received Chris’ memories. There was pretty much only one thing that came to mind. “Could you make me single so I’m not engaged to Chris’ fiancé? Obviously I don’t really know her. Plus I’m gay sooooo…” It was something that’d crossed his mind earlier with how he didn’t really wanna have to deal with all that awkwardness.

“Honey. I have the best gaydar known to mankind. I know you’re gay.” His voice was low smooth as he gave Martin a wink. After that he simply closed his eyes as Martin looked on in awe while a purple aura glowed around the mysterious man. Then without warning a pulse of magic energy surged out of him and spread out across the planet. And with that, it was complete. “All done. Now everyone who knows Chris will think you’re single and your former fiancé is in a happy relationship with another man. I also took the liberty of erasing your former identity and transferring ownership of everything you owned as Martin to your new self as Chris. For example this apartment is now owned by Chris Bumstead alongside your new house.” Wavell explained nonchalantly as if it were no big deal.

“Well now that’s all taken care of I suppose I should be on my way.” Wavell jumped up from his seat yet again before outstretching a hand to the new bodybuilder who was still sitting on the couch processing everything that had just happened. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He reassured.

Martin, though with slight hesitation, reached out and shook Wavell’s hand. “Thank you… for all of this. This amazing body and life. How can I repay you??” Being the kind hearted person he was, Martin almost felt bad accepting such an insanely generous gift. Out of the billions of people on the planet, Wavell chose him. He still couldn’t quite wrap his head around it.

“No need! The best thing you can do is enjoy that body to the fullest for me. That’s all the repayment I need.” Wavell winked and before Martin could get another word in, the warlock flicked his wrist and in a second he vanished into thin air as if he were never there to begin with…

———

Martins’ head was spinning. After everything that had gone down today, who the hell could blame him! He’d met Cbum at the gym, stole his clothes and then actually TRANSFORMED INTO HIM. Only later to find out that magic is actually real and that a reality bending wizard dude essentially gave him the life of a bodybuilding celebrity free of charge. No strings attached as far as he could tell. Sooner or later he just decided to take a deep breath and instead of worrying about the who’s, what’s and how’s to instead just enjoy what he’d been gifted.

That in mind, it wasn’t long before he soon found himself standing in front of the mirror mounted on the wardrobe in his bedroom. Just like at the gym, the mirror struggled to capture his entire reflection with how much taller and wider he was. It made everything in his apartment seem as though it’d shrunk. He was still trying to adjust. Despite that it didn’t take long for him to throw off the tank top once again to reveal his insane upper body.

He tossed both arms up into a meaty double bicep flex. It was one thing getting to see that muscle swell in the mirror but to actually feel it as well sent shivers all the way down to his cock. He’d been trying to keep that python under control ever since the gym but he’d pretty much been semi erect from the moment he finished transforming. Getting to drool over his own shirtless reflection again certainly wasn't helping his case as he brought his arms up higher to admire his thick lats and triceps. That’s when it hit him again. The delicious scent. Just like that Martin immediately remembered where he’d left off at the gym.

He wasted no time in stuffing his nose into one of his smelly armpits and inhaling the rich scent. It smelt fresh and strong, having come straight from the source, as he huffed away into bliss. “Fuck I *snifffff* actually have *sniffff* his scent! *sniffff*” Martin claimed, not having the strength to pull away from his armpits for even a second. That exact same manly aroma that he’d smelt on Chris when he walked past at the gym. The same aroma that drenched the clothes he’d stolen. The very same scent that the current classic Mr Olympia carried with him after a long hard workout. Now it belonged to Martin! It was his scent now and he fucking loved it! It wasn’t until he’d gotten a good long whiff of both pits did Martin finally pull away for a breath of fresh air. The sweat had coated his face and beard, leaving behind an echo of the aroma to continue permeating his nostrils. He could definitely get used to this.

He made sure to take a moment to worship his massive chest a little more, massaging those thick pecs as if to confirm once again that they were in fact real. He flexed them a little and watched as the muscle went from relaxed and pliable to hard as steel in an instant. He licked his lips absentmindedly at the sight, flexing his chest a few more times while grabbing dense muscle.

After all that though, Martin thought it was about time he stopped putting it off and finally got down to the real juicy stuff. His gaze drifted downwards to the tight shorts that clung to his mammoth thighs while the bulge of his fat and excited new cock had once again caused a tent to rise in the front. Between the pit smelling and the pec worshipping, the hefty bulge he was already carrying had become an intimidating outline once again that strained against his crotch. God he just wanted to see it sooo badly. He was craving it now. The sight of Chris Bunstead’s huge cock. His cock. But first he couldn’t help looking past the shorts and down towards his feet, still clad in those smelly size 13 sneakers…

With a smirk the hunk sat himself down in the bed, hearing it creak under his new weight, before gripping one of the large sneakers and steadily sliding it off his foot. He cast his mind back to how they’d been many sizes too big for him when he’d first stumbled across them in the locker room. When he first plunged his feet inside, they’d been dwarfed by shoes. But now that couldn’t have been further from the truth as he unleashed one of his socked feet at last. His mouth began to water as Martin got a full view of just how huge his feet were. He wriggled his toes inside the sweat stained socks with stars in his eyes, knowing they were easily smelly enough to stink up those sneakers even more after a good workout just like the original Chris could.

Well there was only one thing to do. In a scene reminiscent of when he’d first locked himself in the cubicle, Martin brought the sneaker up towards his face. He could already smell it. That same overpowering smell that’d short circuited his brain before, only now it smelt familiar to his new nose. That didn’t make it any less intoxicating though. He thought about savouring the moment but lost all control as soon as that sneaker drew close to his face. It wasn’t long before he was stuffing his nose into the sneaker like an animal yet again. The pungent musk perforating his nostrils and sending him into a huffing frenzy. Only this time he couldn’t help getting even hornier than before knowing that this intoxicating smell was all his! It came from his sneakers! His massive feet! Just the thought of that was making him leak precum.

Martin was so lost in the pleasure of it all that he failed to notice the soul of a certain someone beginning to stir. It began with low groans reverberating in Martin’s mind which at first he paid little attention to. He was too lost in his own euphoria to notice. That is until those groans started to form words instead.

“Ughh… What happened? Where am I?” A voice echoed around Martin. Hearing it caused Martin to suddenly halt his horny crusade yet again. “Why is it so dark? Fuck… I feel so… strange?” The voice continued, as Martin looked around to find the source. “I can’t move… ughhh what’s that smell??? And that salty taste?” The words were like thoughts bouncing around in Martin’s mind only they weren’t his own thoughts. They were foreign, almost as if someone were speaking to him via telepathy.

Confused, Martin asked the voice who or what it was. The voice seemed startled to hear him. Martin asked what the hell the voice was doing inside his head but the voice was just as clueless as he was about it all. Apparently the last thing it remembered was being in a changing room at the gym before meeting a strange man. And that’s when Martin’s eyes widened. He was slowly starting to connect the dots as the voice continued on. Especially once the voice told Martin its name. Chris. There was no mistaking it. Somehow he was speaking to the real Chris Bumstead!

“My body… I can’t even describe it. I feel so thin and… hollow? But also like I’m being filled out at the same time??” Chris struggled to explain the beyond alien sensations he was feeling. “It’s like I’m being stretched around something? Like I’m being forced to hug something that’s musky and pressing against me???” He continued, trying to stay as calm as possible but it was clear there was genuine fear in his voice. “W-what the hell is happening?!?”

Martin found himself glancing around the room. It was a natural instinct but of course he didn’t see anything despite Chris claiming they were in the same room. Apparently Chris could hear Martin’s voice out loud as well as his thoughts which meant he had to be nearby right? With a sigh the bulky man got up from the bed to try and figure this conundrum out. Only he was about to discover that the answer was far simpler than he realised.

The moment Martin stood up, Chris grunted before claiming that the thing he was being stretched around was moving. Finding the timing of it rather odd, Martin asked Chris to say something whenever he felt movement. Martin waited a moment before taking a big step and sure enough Chris alerted him. Martin tested it a few more times and every time he seemed to move his body Chris would tell him that whatever he was attached to was shifting.

All the pieces were there. So many insanely impossible pieces and yet Martin’s brain began to slowly put them together.

He’d transformed into Chris Bumstead. The original Chris had seemingly disappeared despite Martin being able to hear him right now. With that alone one would assume that perhaps Chris’ soul was sharing the body with Martin as a helpless passenger. But then why could Chris see anything? And why did he feel hollow and stretched around something? And then it clicked.

The clothes. They were the catalyst of this all. Wavell had said they were enchanted and when the transformation began it was Chris’ underwear specifically that’d glowed beforehand…

“What do you mean you transformed into me? And you took my clothes?!?” Chris questioned suddenly, having heard some of Martin’s thoughts.

“O-oh I uhmm…” Martin didn’t know how to respond, growing flustered. Instead of denying it however, he simply stepped up to the mirror yet again. With a deep breath, Martin slipped his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts before pushing them down to his ankles. What ensued was chaos.

Suddenly it was no longer dark for Chris. He, just like Martin, was now looking right ahead at the mirror. Only there was one glaring issue. Despite seeing his own body in the reflection, he wasn’t at all in control of it. In fact he wasn’t even looking out of his own eyes! Rather his line of sight was level with his own body’s crotch instead which was disorienting as all hell. It was only then that Chris realised what he’d overheard Martin theorising in his head moments ago must’ve been true.

Somehow he’d been transformed into his own fucking underwear while some other dude sauntered around with his body!!!

As one would expect Chris began to freak the fuck out. At first praying that this was all a dream, saying that it was completely impossible. These aimless pleas were mixed with anger towards Martin as Chris accused him of being a body snatching creep. Of course Martin felt pretty bad. After all Chris was technically right. Even if it wasn’t intentional, he did steal the body Chris had worked his entire life to carve into perfection. Judging by what Mr Wavell had said however, he didn't think that crazy wizard would be willing to undo any of this. Instead, the best thing Martin could do was comfort Chris as best he could and try to convince him that it was a genuine accident.

“Accident my ass! You stole my clothes and wore them like a pervert!” Chris accused and admittedly he wasn’t wrong.

“Look I know. I’m sorry alright! Yeah I took them but I had no idea this would happen! It was this Mr Wavell dude that did all this! I swear!” Martin pleaded. “I promise I’d reverse this if I knew how!” He added, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he believed himself with that one.

Chris was stuck on that name though. He’d heard it echo in through Martin’s mind briefly but hearing it outloud struck a chord. “Wavell? Why does that name sound so familiar?…” He wondered, stilling trying to ignore the powerful scent surrounding his fabric body that was now evidently the smell of his former sweaty balls.

Martin kicked off the shorts hanging around his ankles before sitting back down on the bed. He decided it was best to be honest and just lay everything out on the table. He started by admitting he’d been a huge fan of Chris for a long time and that he was one of Martin’s top crushes. Going on to explain how he hadn’t believed his eyes when he saw Chris at the gym earlier that day. He began to turn a deep shade of red which looked adorable on his stolen face as he admitted to stealing Chris’ clothes after finding them alone on a bench in the locker room. After that Martin tried his best to recall the bizarre transformation he underwent after putting the clothes on. Noting again how the underwear Chris now seemed to be inhabiting had glowed brightly during said transformation. Not to mention Wavell showing up at his apartment not long since.

Hearing all that was just enough to trigger some of Chris’ final memories from before waking up here. Just before he passed out there was a guy he talked to who also called himself Mr Wavell. A rather dapper man who’d used some kind of spell to bind him in place before doing some crazy magic shit. Martin was actually telling the truth.

“Oh fuck.” They both said in unison.

After taking some time to collect themselves, the pair had a long discussion on what the hell to do next. Through which it was clear Chris was trying his absolute best to keep his composure but Martin saw straight through it. They were connected now and he could feel just how panicked Chris truly was. After all he’d been reduced from a living statue a male glory to a sentient pair of underwear. Any ordinary person would’ve already lost their minds by now. But despite the underlying hysteria he was feeling, Chris managed to keep himself calm enough for them to decide on what to do in the short term. Ultimately they concluded it would be best for Martin to just live Chris’ life as normally as possible until they find a way to fix this. Thankfully Martin was able to stop himself from thinking too loudly about how the more time he spent in this body, the less he wanted to go back. As if he ever wanted to go back to begin with.

Just then another loud rumble from Martin’s stomach filled the room. Fuck he was really hungry. But he was still so damn horny as well! Knowing this, Chris told him to ignore his urges and get some damn food. Yet Martin looked down at the other sneaker he was still wearing and he just couldn’t help himself.

“Martin. Don’t you fucking dare. I heard that thought.” Chris warned but ultimately he couldn’t do a thing as he watched Martin pull off the other sneaker and press it to his nose. Witnessing this, Chris was utterly repulsed to see his own body getting turned on by the smell of his own sweaty sneakers. He couldn’t believe such a dirty perv had gotten his hands on his former body. And even worse, Chris was forced to take notice of the feeling of his own dick getting larger and stiffer by the second, stretching the front of his tight fabric body as it struggled to contain that monster.

Despite Chris’ protests, Martin continued sniffing the pungent shoe feverishly. God it was easily one of the best scents in whole fucking world! He couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of it. And weirdly enough, though he did still feel a bit bad about it, hearing Chris protes to it all only made Martin hornier. Especially when he started complaining about being able to taste his own precum as Martin’s new throbbing cock began to leak even more.

Martin had even begun caressing his dick through (Chris) his underwear, already loving the size of it and wanting to pull it out any second despite Chris telling him not to. But before he could get too excited his stomach growled once again, this time even louder. Martin threw his head back with a sigh before tossing the sneaker to the floor. “Fine, I'll stop. But only because this giant body feels like it’ll starve if I don’t eat something soon.” He grumbled, still pawing his bulge as he got up and stomped out of the bedroom with heavy footsteps.

———

The sizzling sound of delicious meat frying against a hot pan filled the tiny apartment. Crackling and popping as the chicken Martin had decided to have as part of his dinner cooked away. He stood in nothing but that same pair of sweaty white socks from the gym and the tight underwear that Chris was trapped inside. Martin’s huge, impressive muscles were on full display as he opened the lid to another pot on the stove to check on the rice he was also cooking. All the while he tried his best not to get too distracted by the beautiful sight that was his own body everytime he looked down.

Begrudgingly Chris had agreed to help Martin with his food, suggesting something easy and simple that would be hard to mess up. After all, nobody knew this huge bulky body better than him. He gave Martin instructions on how much to eat and what things to add as he watched on from his crotch height view. He was a bit short tempered with the questions Martin would ask him throughout preparation but in fairness Chris had to deal with the constant taste of his own cock and balls the whole time.

Once everything was cooked and Martin was dishing up a big meal for himself, he couldn’t help but catch the sweaty stench wafting from his pits again. He just couldn’t escape that wonderful smell, not that he’d ever want to. However, as much as he adored his natural new scent, Martin decided he should probably jump in the shower after dinner. A thought that Chris seemed to be in agreement with. There’s only so far you can take a good thing after all.

Soon after Martin found himself sitting at the table, which he now dwarfed with his size, as he stared down at the huge chicken and rice meal. Despite how hungry he felt, Martin honestly didn’t think he’d be able to get it all down. After all he’d never eaten this big of a meal as filling as chicken and rice but then again he’d never had a body this big either. Regardless it didn’t stop him from digging into the meal and savouring every last bite. As Martin shoveled spoonful after spoonful into his mouth, Chris couldn’t help but be a little annoyed with how much this random gay dude was enjoying his former body. Happily munching away while flexing randomly as if he owned it all. But ultimately there was nothing he could do other than sit and cradle his own manhood while this imposter satiated his hulking body’s hunger.

Despite his doubts Martin was actually able to finish all his food before letting out an enormous belch that verbarated through his entire body. “Ahhhhhh… that was some good shit.” Martin sighed happily while rubbing his muscled stomach. “You’ll have to teach me how to cook more stuff like that so I can keep this body fed.” He laughed while giving one of his biceps another cocky flex.

“Well it’s my body that you’ll mess up if I don’t so I don’t have much of a choice…” Chris pouted, metaphorically of course, as Martin got up from the table and did a huge stretch. After which the new hunk’s hand drifted south to give his already semi-hard cock another rub. “Hey! Hands off my dick!” Chris snapped as he felt his fabric body being pawed yet again while the hefty dick underneath pulsed giddily.

“Alright, alright sorry.” Martin apologised, taking his hand away begrudgingly.

———

Having eaten and given his dinner some time to settle, Martin at last made his way to the bathroom where he looked over at the shower gleefully. He pulled off his smelly socks only to give them each a deep satisfying sniff before tossing them to the side. After that his mind began thinking about all the things he was finally gonna do to this body as the water ran over him and…

“Don’t even think about it.” Chris berated, having heard the other man’s very horny and very gay thoughts just now. “Get in, wash my body, and get out.”

Martin rolled his eyes with an annoyed grumble. “Look Chris. I respect you. Really. You’re one of the most amazing celebrities on the planet in my opinion. It sucks that you’re stuck the way you are but right now this body isn’t yours.” Martin glided a hand down his hulking torso, rubbing his pecs and abs, his eyes gluing to the sight of his enormous thighs below. “It’s mine*” He claimed boldly. “So, with all due respect, I think I’ll do whatever the hell I want my body, okay?” He stood his ground firmly. “Now you’re gonna sit out here like a good pair of dirty underwear while I get to know my new assets a bit more intimately under a nice relaxing shower.” He stated with a smirk on his handsome face.

As one would imagine this was met by furious protests from Chris who shouted all kinds of empty threats. This didn’t stop Martin from pushing the sentient pair of underwear down to his ankles with a smirk though.

Instantly Martin was enthralled at the sight of his new cock. Finally unleashed from its fabric prison in all its thick veiny glory. No longer straining desperately for release as it stood at full attention between his legs, looking just as massive as the rest of his body. Martin’s mouth went dry in an instant as he stared down at it. Huge and throbbing as it pulsed hypnotically like it was beckoning to him. All while a heavy set of balls hung underneath, supplying his massive body with endless amounts of testosterone. His old cock and balls seemed tiny in comparison to these. At that moment all he could think about was how it would feel to drain the hefty nuts of Mr Olympia and shoot his premium bodybuilder seed everywhere with this perfect cock. It was so thick. So tempting. So… wait.

It’d taken Martin a while to realise due to the control his new dick had over him but the voice in his head had suddenly vanished. As of the moment he took off the underwear, he could no longer hear Chris. Confused, he picked the underwear back up. As soon as he did, Chris’ voice began echoing through his mind again only it was muffled now. It seemed as though he could only hear clearly what Chris was thinking and saying while he was actually wearing the haunted underwear. Well at least that meant he wouldn’t have an annoying voice in his head 24/7 and that this next part could be all private.

At long last he was able to see himself fully naked and needless to say he wasn’t disappointed. Not that he ever had any doubt. The bathroom mirror didn’t do him nearly enough justice but it wasn’t much of a bother when Martin could just look down and see that godly physique in a first person perspective. If anything that was even more of a turn on. He adored his new reflection of course, that much was obvious, but it was hard to even describe the level of euphoria Martin felt when looking down at himself to see these gigantic arms and pecs all his own. He was groping himself again as he stepped towards the shower. The sensation of his much longer and fatter cock bouncing between his legs with every step making him feel manlier than he ever had before.

Martin found himself almost hitting his head on the top of the shower curtain before ducking a little to get under the shower. He had no doubt he was gonna numb his head on a few more things before he fully adjusted to his new height. Moments later there was a small creak as he twisted the shower knob and with it came a downpour of steaming water that rained onto him. Immediately he felt every tense muscle in his body start to relax as the hot water gushed over every inch of his hunky form. He couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief as he rolled his back a little before running his hands through his wet hair and beard.

Part of him wanted to go slow. To work his way down to that impressive manhood he’d been itching to test out… but he’d teased himself enough today. Right away Martin wrapped a huge hand around that thick rod with a shivering groan. It felt better than he could have ever imagined. Gripping a cock that wasn’t his own. One that was not only much bigger but seemingly more sensitive as well as he guided his hand back and forth along its shaft. He bit his lip softly as he worshiped it, his thoughts a flurry of all the erotic fantasies he’d once had about Chris finally becoming reality in the best way imaginable.

While his right hand had fun pumping Martin’s new and improved cock, his left hand was having a party of its own as it continued to worship the rest of his delicious muscle. Relishing the sensation of squeezing all of his wet muscle as he glistened under the water. He’d never get tired of groping his meaty, award winning pecs. Especially not when pinching at his nipples felt this damn amazing. Those rigid nuns sending shockwaves through down to his cock just like in that cubicle earlier today, causing even deeper groans to escape his mouth. Martin’s strokes became more and more furious, causing the tip of his cock to splutter a few extra drops of precum. All while he gave his left arm a string flex before kissing the massive bicep with glee. “Damn… I still can’t believe how fucking huge I am.” Martin muttered to himself with that iconic Cbum lisp. “Huge chest, huge arms, huge legs… huge dick.” He said, grinning even more at the last part.

He was jerking off so aggressively that it wasn’t long before a familiar pressure began to build. He didn’t want to blow his load just yet though so Martin built up the courage to let go of of dick for now so he could grab some soap and actually get clean. After rubbing some shampoo and conditioner into his hair and beard, Martin was quick to squeeze a helping of shower gel into his hand before rubbing it around his body. Ordinary he’d use a loofa to soap himself up but not this time. He was gonna make sure to lather the soap in every nook and cranny with his bare fingers. Going over every ridge of hard earned muscle all while his dick stayed at full mast. After getting his upper body all soaped up, he moved his hands towards his backside and made sure to lather his ass up good. He honestly hadn’t paid it enough attention since the transformation. This juicy behemoth of a muscle ass deserved a hell of a lot more worship for the beauty that it was. Just as thick and huge as everything else. Soft when relaxed and hard as steel when flexed. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he’d give his new ass the attention it deserves in the near future…

Speaking of under-appreciated body parts, Martin’s hands finally had the chance to wander lower. Past his bubbly ass and giant cock until he reached those colossal tree trunks he now called legs. He hadn’t had a chance to properly worship them yet but planned to make up for that right here and now. He glided his hands over the hard lines that decorated his bulging hairy thighs. Flexing them as he did, causing his quads to swell with the kind of strength that could crush a pumpkin. As he touched them, Martin thought back to all the times he’d nutted all over himself imagining what it would feel like to have his head squished gently between Chris’ thighs. Now all he could think about was how many men he’d have grovelling at his feet for a chance to live out that very fantasy between his legs. But of course that didn’t stop him from bending down even further just to run his hands along those bulging calves of his, looking just as large and impressive. Though it was hard not to be distracted by his feet again when he was that low down.

After taking a good long while to run his needy hands up and down the length of his legs again and again, Martin finally stepped back under the water and got everything washed off. As much as he loved that sweaty post gym smell he had, he certainly felt a lot cleaner now as he watched the bubbles circle down the drain. However, now that was taken care of, Martin just couldn’t ignore his urges any longer.

In a matter of moments he had a gorilla grip on that fat cock of his once again. It wasn’t long before he was lustfully pumping his stolen length as his low groans began turning more into primal grunts fuelled by an innate male desire to release his seed. Of course Martin was familiar, having been a man his whole life, but now that desire felt as though it’d been dialled up to eleven! Perhaps it was part due to his new body. All the new muscle and testosterone of a professional bodybuilder enhancing his masculine needs. It was also probably because he was just obsessed with himself now. That said, Martin was surprised he’d lasted this long after walking around with the body of a living god. Getting to feel so huge in literally every physical aspect was a wet dream come true! How he’d managed to not cum in his shorts at any point due to the sheer erotica of it all was behind him.

The reason he’d been able to hold onto his load for this long was likely thanks to the incredible sexual stamina Chris’ body seemed to possess. Because that man wasn’t perfect enough apparently. Martin lasted much longer than he thought while jerking himself this rigorously but finally, after what felt like a good arm workout, his load was drawing near. His legs were spread apart as the intensity continued to ramp up. His mouth hung open a little as his eyes began to flutter. His head moved back just far enough to catch the streaming water that’d been striking his back as a soft but guttural moan escaped his lips. Right now, in this very moment, Martin’s life was absolutely perfect. And he wanted nothing more than for it to stay this way. Forever.

“Fuuuuuuck yeahhhh!” He began as more precum dripped from his cock and down the hand he was using to stroke it. “Yeahhhh… I’m Mr Olympia now…” Martin groaned to himself in ecstasy before bouncing his pecs a little. “Mmmm so big… like a fucking muscle god.” He used his free hand once again to worship his giant body for all it was worth. Meanwhile his balls began to tense until suddenly his dick couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Ohhh yeah!! Fuck being Martin! I’m Chris Bumstead now!!” He claimed proudly in a horny daze as his cock let loose in an eruption the likes of which he’d never felt before. His dick was like a hose splattering thick alpha male cum all over the shower wall and floor with more force than he expected. He shot rope after rope of delicious high end semen until his fat balls were completely drained down to the last drop. All the while a big dumb grin had been plastered across that adorable bearded face of his as cum dripped down the wall.

Once the dust had settled on his orgasm, it didn’t take Martin long to lick some of his own seed up off the wall. Safe to say it tasted just as amazing as had when he’d licked it out of the underwear that same morning. Shortly after he rinsed off the shower walls and himself one last time. Martin twisted the shower knob again and stepped out. At last he felt clean, refreshed and relieved.

After a quick stretch he grabbed a towel and wrapped it gingerly around his waist before heading off back towards his bedroom. But not before picking up the original Chris who’d been forced to listen to another man enjoying what should be his body! The moment Martin grabbed Chris, he could already hear the other man’s disgusted protests over what he’d heard but Martin just laughed it off.

———

After the day he’d had, Martin found himself feeling incredibly drained and all he wanted to do now was sleep his ass off for as long as possible. It was no wonder. He’d considered putting Chris back on to sleep in but somehow he felt like he wouldn’t get a wink of sleep if he had that voice in his head all night. “Sorry big guy but you’re gonna have to sleep with your new buddies tonight.” Martin said before giving the underwear a mocking sniff. “And by buddies I mean my pile of clothes over there.” He giggled before tossing the possessed underwear on top of the clothes pile across the room.

With that Martin found himself slipping under his bed covers at last. He found himself shuffling around a bit as this bed certainly wasn’t made with someone as enormous as he was now. Eventually though he managed to make himself comfortable in a position that didn’t involve his feet dangling off the edge of the bed. And with that he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off into his first dream as the new Chris Bumstead.

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so vampires aren't supposed to be able to smell anything except blood and after mark has had a sip of tong's golden blood and has... absorbed... a drop of mark's golden... sweat. he can now smell a) tomato juice and probably b) something uniquely tong, to borrow a phrase from fanfic, and. that means tong's bodily fluids are bringing mark back to life bit by bit (no pun intended), right? right????