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Green Eyes of Envy

Adam finds a necklace that promises anything his heart desires and nothing does he desire more than a body no one could deny.

Vaguely Halloweeny possession story based on a well-trodden trigger! Twink -> Jock -> Bear(ish?) IQ drain/corruption. Don't forget to vote on my Viral Transformation Story poll, only one day left! Hope you enjoy! -Occam

As soon as he sees the necklace lying on the ground Adam throws it on. So far it’s another subpar night spent going home alone from the bar, at least if he nabs a cute accessory there’ll be something gained. After throwing it on, when there’s a sudden buzzing in the back of his head that’s increasingly approximating a voice Adam chalks it up to his conscience trying to speak up about his and promptly ignores it.

Once he arrives home and takes time to stare at the medallion dangling on his thin chest however, he finds the voice may well have been something external, something supernatural. As a voice resounds in his head that is clearly not his own, “Adam is it?” Concluding he’s already fallen unconscious, hopefully indeed in his home, or that he’s had far too much to drink tonight for him to remember whatever he’s about to get into he plays along. “Whazzit to ya-” Realizing just what a goldmine position it has found itself in, the presence within the necklace prepares to strike.

From the drunken grumblings made by the young man in their short time together there is clearly insecurity to pray upon, and his new owner seems adverse to caution. The being within the necklace feels close enough to gaining a physical form, a body, it can almost taste it. It cannot slip up this close to the finish line and must act swiftly and with care, “So Adam, I take it you did not fare too well in your night on the town?”

The drunken Adam’s small hands suddenly grasp the chain and pull slightly, moaning incoherently all the while. Feeling the tug the necklace quickly speaks up once more, “Woah woah woah my dear, do be careful! If you allow me, I can help you achieve your wildest dreams!” Eyes suddenly grow deathly serious as he hears the metallic voice speak in his head, “you cuh- anythin-?”

Calculating faster than a human mind can, the voice seizes on the curiosity, banking that whatever the drunk asks will indeed be in his purview, “Anything.” The hitherto thoughtlessly lolling mouth curls into a smirk and his mind dances with the possibilities, “Uhhhh, genie ruleshh, ish it?”

The medallion somehow sighs not wanting to highlight the potential, or fact rather, that it’s going to twist the man’s wish to his own end but sensing its holder’s brain seems the type to rarely make a connection deeper than surface level it concludes it should be fine. “Sure, something like that.” The chain jostles on Adam’s thin shoulders as he shrugs, “whateva- can you jussht give me the body of a fuckin’ stud?” Perfect. Mission accomplished.

Adam’s eyes flash green as the medallion does similarly, connecting them and giving whatever surely sinister being lies within the small coin carte blanche. Speaking from a deeper foothold in Adam’s mind the voice gives the perfunctory warning that any act of magic requires, “Do be wary of course, the inner bits of yourself have a nasty habit of matching the outer changes.” Though knowing that it’s now only a matter of time before it’s in control it begins to reveal it’s less than amicable side, “though given how fast you let me in it seems your deep inner tapestry hasn’t all too much to lose.”

Treating the slight as if it were the annoying buzz of an insect flying around his head, Adam quickly ignores the voice altogether and pulls out his phone to hunt for the perfect body. Lucky for the spirit Adam was already beyond horny before the necklace even graced his neck, so it is not long before his envious eyes find a man enthralling. In no time at all Adam is halfway drooling as he stares at some influencer’s massive pecs. He’s doing some skit but Adam doesn’t hear a word he says, as he stares his desire proves enough tinder for the spirit’s work to begin on his body.

Adam’s eyes simply flash green and laughter fills his mind, just as muscle begins to fill out his chest. Having always made excuses to shy away from the gym for one reason or another Adam smirks as he gropes his growing pecs. Suddenly bursting from non-existence into the by far largest muscles on his body, eclipsing his ass and thighs in a manner that should not be possible. Nipples surge larger as a few thick curls begin to smatter themselves across the burgeoning pecs. Nails scratching into the soft muscle Adam smirks as he imagines that no matter how hard he tries from here on out he could never hide these powerful pecs.

Emerald shade clearing from his eyes the aftereffects of his proud new chest are less than apparent. Rather than any grand changes to the horny drunk’s personality, the spirit simply allows the current drunken recklessness to seep in deeper. Suddenly the type to never back away from challenges even in a sober state, Adam smirks as he imagines all the heads that will turn when he gets a chance to show off his bulky new pecs. Though despite how impressive they are, they can’t be the only brawn on his body hm? Before the spirit even has a chance to seed the desire for more changes, Adam himself hungrily returns to the hunt for his own aggrandization.

Only having just faded back to his natural eye color his eyes quickly shade a darker green than even that of the medallion as Adam stares at the arms of a gymnast that pops into his feed. He clenches his jaw and reflexively flexes his arms as his weak biceps suddenly surge with the strength of someone who has spent a lifetime working towards his own betterment. He smirks as veins bulge down his biceps as his own laughter resounds even louder than that of the spirit in his own head. Forearms and triceps suddenly hold strength that hasn’t a hope to reasonably wield.

Adam’s eyes then trail from the impressive arms towards what he always paid more attention to when the gymnast was trending, the man’s thick pits. Instantly does intense itching begin in Adam’s armpits. They burn with pleasure as a forest begins to surge outwards, growing thicker as he desires to be more than any man that pops onto his screen. The few hairs painting his chest rapidly expand in kind to compete with the dank jungles that now thrive and drip with sweat under his arms. Sitting there smirking as he tears his eyes away from his phone to delight in his new beyond hairy pits as rivers of musky sweat begin trickling down his bulging pecs and thick biceps.

Suddenly having the upper body of an Olympian, Adam’s mind grows foggy with a pride even greater than the sum of his impressive parts. Bouncing his pecs for the first time while doing a double bicep flex, Adam is filled with lust for his own form and a growing confidence that already no man could ever possibly resist him. He grunts and notices that his neck has similarly grown thicker, his voice resounding deeper as an adam’s apple bulges onto his previously smooth neck. Moaning as he takes a deep breath and enjoys his new heady musk, he feels his mind start to drift away from the pursuit of perfection and to instead just give in prematurely to hedonism as his larger hands inch towards his crotch.

Before getting the chance the voice returns and whispers like a snake, “ahh ahh ahh Adam… We are not complete yet.” Looking down at his lower body he shakes off his horny delirium and agrees, rapidly returns to the more than mindless scrolling, thankfully easily able to hold up against the whims of his still average cock. Adam again does not have to search long before his eyes land upon men he longs to be, to have, to be with. His eyes once more glow a searing Emerald, and the medallion scarcely lights up, at the sight of two specimens that alight more jealousy than anything yet.

Memories of his anxieties and self-doubt quickly vacate as confidence imbues every inch of him, staring at the thick thighs and powerful calves of the bodybuilders he feels his power and pride grow to new heights. Immediately sending tears down the ratty old skinny jeans he wore to the bar, thighs that make it immediately clear that their owner could break a watermelon between them surge into existence. Finally regaining their top spot as the largest muscles on the body they grow larger than his pecs before being similarly outmatched by his ass growing firm and flexing larger with each hungry glance at the two men.

Legs cramping outward the spirit within Adam feels his ability to control the man almost come to a head. Adam doesn’t notice as his fingers twitch and flex beyond his control nor does he care as his toes strain in the air as his feet inch larger. Why does it matter that his chest is flexing without being told, it’s hot, Adam surely meant to do that anyway. Looking down and inspecting his new form, concern slides off his mind anyway as he sees hair begin to increase across his chest, rapidly shooting down abs that he didn’t even notice forming.

He plays with the forest of hair beginning to shadow the whole of his torso as he feels similar stubble being to scratch against his chin. Tilting his head, his foggy mind struggles to wonder how he’s still changing without looking at men like the medallion instructed. Looking at his reflection in the mirror and seeing the impossibly alluring figure he has become however he decides to not care what the stupid thing said anyway. He must have gotten what he needs from it already.

Thoughtlessly he removes the necklace and tosses it away having decided he’s more than enough man. Only then does his bulge begin to grow beyond what he has always known it to be. There’s a sigh of relief and anticipation as he realizes he almost missed a chance to grow his cock with whatever that coin did to him. Face and chest burning red with blush he forces his hand into his crotch and smirks as he feels his thick fingers begin to tangle in his new bush. His free hand still dances across the bounty of chest hair and his new mustache scratches against his shoulder as he bathes in the new musk that resounds from his pits.

Mind clouded from his changes, having far too much to drink, and the cocktail of new hormones issuing forth from balls rapidly filling his briefs, Adam pulls out his larger cock and begins to go to town. Experiencing the new heights of pleasure that his dream body allows Adam loses himself to new ecstasy. His cock stretches to a size that rivals the forearm of a lesser man and his balls race to match the size his impressive body warrants. If it weren’t for his hand slowing down its thrusts it’s likely that Adam would never notice what was to happen to him next.

His face moves in unfamiliar patterns as something besides him stretches it to understand how to control it. Eyes slam shut as far as they can and then reopen, and Adam suddenly realizes that he can no longer move them of his own volition, and yet he still sees. Staring out from eyes seemingly out of his control, Adam feels his mouth smirk without instruction as a voice he has barely gotten the chance to use spills out from his thicker lips, “Well well young Adam. Excellent work thus far, think I’ll take over from here though lad.”

Adam struggles for dominance as he finds himself but a voice in his own head, watching his new fingers dance at the end of powerful arms he scarcely had time to appreciate. He feels them flex and struggles not to give in to the delight of the power and continue fighting. Feeling himself not totally lost he endeavors a hail mary and focuses all his attention to the one thing that has always been able to override his mind in the past. His balls churn and his cock bounces as even whatever clearly powerful spirit now controlling his form is unable to resist his rising lusts. The need for release that suddenly blares through every sweaty inch of his skin and the being totally not used to self-control or human weakness struggles to not give in.

The spirit grunts as it remembers its tenuous position on reality, through its own suddenly clouded mind it goes into bargaining mode, struggling to stop their body from its uncontrollable thrusting into the air, “Ohh oh fuck okay, another deal. I can’t- We can’t cum yet or grgh- Please not yet!” Adam grinds the well-trodden neural pathways of lust to a halt as he desires to hear the being out. To signal his willingness to play ball, as well as out of the hope Adam should be better at staying his hand from masturbation, it allows Adam full control once more. Adam does begin playing with his cock immediately, moreso from the ever-pressing desire to cum rather than intimidation at expelling the spirit though it works for both.

The spirit somehow clears his throat within Adam’s head, “To level, I am in here now, for good. But we can work out an arrangement, we can share. You can fuck and frot whatever, but every so often I’ll need a chance at the wheel for my own, uhm ends. Worry not, if anything it’ll only amount to more pleasure for yourself!” Adam cups his larger balls and struggles to understand the implications of this agreement. He hasn’t the capacity to care that his intellect seems to have diminished as his body grew, in fact as clearly duller words spill out of his mouth it only turns him on more, “Uuhhh, so we’ll share my body?”

Somehow rolling eyes he doesn’t have control over, the being realizes this must be a two way street and agrees, “Of course, you just let me do my thing and we’ll get along great.” Adam scratches his beard itching thicker and shrugs, “Sure dude, whatever.” At the lightest sign of agreement the spirit seizes control, too late does he realize his haste has caused him a misstep. Whether its his limited time in the corrupted mind of Adam forcing human err unto the spirit or simply from just how unprepared the spirit is to handle the overwhelming lust in Adam’s mind, rather than sharing control the two become irrevocably one in both body and mind. Whatever sinister priorities the spirit had rapidly shift to match the hedonistic needs of Adam. Rapidly fading into the bestial desire of Adam the spirit turns up its nose as it finds itself wanting to change their now shared form, “If we’re gonna share, uh bro, need a bit more space in here eh?”

With that, Adam’s eyes cross and he struggles to not burp as he feels his powerful form begin to bloat. His beard thickens as both minds become one and mass begins to pile onto his torso as abs grow into a bulky muscle gut underneath his still impressive pecs. Scratching his ass as it too grows a jungle of hair before going back to palm his cock, both minds feel sedated as they smell his thick musk and Adam can scarcely remember any priorities besides the all-important goal of seeking his own pleasure.

To this end the pair find themselves awash in exploring their-his body, for countless hours of making a mess of his bedroom, living room, and kitchen Adam finally remembers that there is more to the world than his small apartment. There are more holes to explore than the few in himself and far more to see than the steamy videos he can pull up on his phone. Wiping drool off his face and crusted cum off his torso, something at the back of Adam’s mind itches as he feels there was something greater he was supposed to do, something he was supposed to spread or some control he was supposed to enforce. Giving his pits a good sniff he smirks before opining that perhaps there is no greater goal than spreading his own glory far and wide.

Quite the easy enough task as it runs out as whatever the spirit did before fading into but another aspect of Adam’s lusty mind gave him the ability to attract anyone to his cause. Rather than whatever dire cause intended, with the two totally merged the only purpose of his inhumanly alluring self is to spread pleasure. As soon as he steps out of his front door he finds men throwing themselves at him in droves. Jocks, twinks, and bears alike could not possibly resist the titan as he walks down the street, always shadowed by a heavy wave of his aphrodisiac musk.

Adam’s eyes glance across and stare through every man whose hungry eyes cannot look away, whose shoulders fly back in submission, whose noses lead them to trial behind him. While many of them get the chance to enjoy time with the inhumanly alluring man, only a few get to experience the truly rapturous experience of being changed by Adam himself. Only a select few find themselves molded into something greater than that they are when they first submit to Adam’s will. Though even a few is enough to spread and as time goes on the number of musky men wandering around could certainly become a problem. Lucky for the world perhaps, whatever cause the medallion held is long forgotten and the changed men yearn for no higher purpose than pleasure. And with the enhancements gifted by Adam, that is precisely what they find.

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"It smelled so ripe as I haven't changed it after my night out in the club hooking up with that pair of roommates and also my fucking demanding workout this morning. I bet you dirty cocksucker will enjoy this,"

You stared at your straight and very much homophobic next-door neighbor with intense passion and lust while your hand is moving up and down your cock with him fully looking at it while also naked. It's so crazy how he still sounded like the prick that he is but completely unrestrained in exploring his homosexual desires

"You know what, in fact---"

As he rubbed his dirty underwear all over his 8 incher semi-hard cut meat and sweaty balls for additional stink, you cannot help but leak a bit as he then winked at you, take a good sniff of the stained rags before throwing it right at your face

Even before you realize it, he already spread your legs apart ready to spear his cock into your excited and stimulated hole

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A Night at the Opera

Ernest and Jasper were both no friends of the big appearance. Their parents had taught them from an early age to always appear far less than they were. The two had come to the opera by subway. That Ernest's velvet loafers cost more than a month's salary of most people around them, probably no one suspected here. The red carpet was laid out for the premiere in front of the Royal Opera. As Ernst and Jasper approached, a rapidly fading flurry of flashbulbs began. The two looked like stars. Flawless. Beautiful. Cultivated. But no one had a clue who they were. So the photographers pounced on the C-list couple, who were getting out of a presumably leased Bentley right behind them. Ernest raised an eyebrow, barely noticeable. Jasper smiled knowingly. The two politely accepted the program and went to Jasper's family box. They had made a generous donation over 200 years ago that enabled the laying of the building's foundation stone. And together with Ernest's grandmother, Jasper's father now ruled over the opera's patrons' association. It was not a problem if they were not recognized here.

During the first intermission, the two quickly agreed that it would be a wasted evening if they were to watch the opera to the end. The singers were mediocre, and the production tried to paper over logical gaps with crude, obscene provocation. Yes, Siegfried was certainly no easy opera. But they actually loved Wagner. But they wouldn't survive another three hours like that. Ending the evening with a glass of wine in front of the fireplace seemed considerably more appealing. They exchanged a few pleasantries with acquaintances of their parents, who were also waiting at the coat rack, and walked through the dusk towards the subway. And they were happy with their decision.

The subway wasn't particularly crowded: Jasper had bought a copy of the Times from a newspaper seller. Even though the premiere was still going on, there was already a scathing review of it in the arts section. Of course the critic was unfair and biased. But his style was delicious. Ernest hummed a bit of the overture's melody when a young man, who was the complete opposite of the two, stumbled over Ernest's legs on his way out the door. The boy was muscular, tattooed, and dressed to show off as much of the muscles and tattoos as possible. Definitely not their class. He swore and showed Ernest the middle finger. Ernest just smiled superiorly. And got the slime from the yob directly in the face. “Do you think you're better than me? Maybe. But not for much longer.” The yob laughed and jumped through the already closing doors onto the platform. Ernest wiped the slime from his cheek. Not all of it… A little bit had run into his mouth.

They got off at the next stop. Ernest's stomach growled. He asked if they could quickly get something from the supermarket on the way home. Jasper said that the fridge at home was well stocked, but he was happy to do it for me. Cumberland Food & Wine was really on the way and he could possibly get a bottle of red wine. While Jasper was scouring the shelves without finding anything he liked, Ernest filled his shopping basket with protein bars, chicken breasts, rice and eggs. When the two met at the checkout, Jasper looked at his husband questioningly. “I just felt like it,” answered Ernest. “Honey, anything you want!” answered Jasper.

Once they arrived home, Ernest immediately disappeared into the kitchen of their impressive apartment on Bryanston Square. By then, he had already eaten three protein bars. Jasper rolled his eyes and retreated to the library. He took a small glass of port and continued reading about the history of the Persian language. At least this way he would be able to end the evening with a little wit. He lost track of time and only woke up when he heard noises coming from the living room. Ernest had taken off his jacket and shirt and was eating a mountain of chicken breasts with egg rice at the coffee table, still wearing his trousers and undershirt. The TV was on. “What are you watching?” Jasper asked. With his mouth full, Ernest replied that it was the new season of “Made in Chelsea”. “You know, the stuff with Reza in it.” Jasper didn't know Reza. ‘The Reza from the gym. Reza Amiri-Garroussi!’ Ernest wiped his hands on his undershirt, pulled out his cell phone, opened Instagram and showed Jasper pictures of a young man. Jasper didn't even know Ernest had an Instagram account. ”Hot guy, honey! Do you know each other?” “Best bros!” Ernest smiled. Tonight had obviously not had a good influence on him. Whatever. Jasper was tired. He kissed his husband on the forehead and wished him good night.

The night had been wild. Ernest had come to bed at some point and had rammed his boner into Jasper's ass without much warning. This wasn't loving sex, it was fucking without any foreplay. Hot, animalistic. Uncharacteristic. But damn, once Ernest had filled his ass until the cum was dripping out of it, Jasper didn't care about any of that. He had never been fucked like that before. No wonder the rest of the night was full of wild dreams. When he woke up, Ernest was no longer in bed. The satin sheets needed urgent washing, with dried cum stains everywhere. Jasper went to the kitchen. Ernest had obviously already had breakfast; the pan for the omelette was in the sink, along with the dishes from dinner, and on the work surface was a thin layer of protein powder dust. Jasper felt somehow strange in the apartment. Something was weird. Did they always have such a monstrously large TV? And was that their furniture? It all looked so much like something from a furniture store. And not like design classics and antiques… “Bros, that's it for this morning! Good pump! Have a sick day!” The sound of the dumbbells hitting the floor showed that Ernie had finished his morning pump. According to the floor plan, their home gym was actually a children's room. What the hell would they need that for? Now it was the place where Ernie shot the videos for his YouTube channel.

Jasper was standing in the doorway. Ernie turned off the cameras and lights. Sweat glistened on his naked torso. Jasper's cock went up. Ernie turned around, saw the semi-erect cock and just grinned, “You dirty piece of shit! You know damn well we're out of time. Auditions are in an hour. And you should shower.” “Look who's talking!” Jasper replied. Ernie smelled his armpit. “That's the way it is, it's my trademark!” He put on a basketball jersey lying on the floor, grabbed Jasper's cock in passing and gave his friend a fleeting French kiss. Jasper knew that Ernie had rights. They had to leave in 20 minutes at the latest. Just enough time to jump in the shower and do a few pull-ups to pump up his muscles. He looked at himself in the mirror. Yes, he looked awesome!

“Love Island” could be Jaz's big breakthrough. At the audition, he was simply eye-catching as the incarnate bad boy. His snotty way of speaking and his arrogant, misogynistic macho appearance had convinced the producers that he could make it big in the trash reality soap. Sure, it sucked that his best buddy Ernie hadn't been taken on either. But Ernie was just already too popular. His fitness channel had tens of thousands of followers. And his appearance in the next season of “I'm a celebrity, get me out of here” was a done deal. If things went well for Jaz, he would follow in Ernie's footsteps next year.

Many bores from the educated middle class would probably look down on Ernie and Jaz with disgust and contempt. But hey, the two of them made good money, went to all the hot parties, and last weekend Bentley had even provided them with a shiny gold car for an Insta-story. The car had been pure porn. Surely everyone who stared at them with open eyes thought they were pop stars or something. It was only a matter of time before they became famous. They were young, sexy and camera-hungry. The future was wide open for guys like them.

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Johnathan's mind couldn't clear up, the only thought in his head being a huge bodybuilder version of himself with a giant member. He knew he shouldn't have eaten that weed brownie his friend gave him but it was too late.

He closed his eyes as his breathing became heavy, feeling the giant bodybuilder version of himself thrust into him, spreading his fat flabby cheeks as his fat python slithered its way in.

With each thrust he could feel his own member harden more, lengthening to a point it never had before- not stopping when he thought it would.

Longer.

His mirror whispered in his ear, it was a deeper voice but it was still recognizable as him. He felt himself shiver as his ghost became more aggresive, his member reaching nearly ten inches long.

Stronger.

Facing his clone in bed, he couldnt help but moan as he felt himself balloon with muscle as his fat melted away. Giving way to a tight muscular frame, his abs chiseling themselves.

Taller.

His newly minted legs grew longer, his ghost still plowing him. It felt so incredibly good.

As his climaxed, so did he. Finishing touches made their way across his body as he expelled his old self from it. His face reconstructing to become much more handsome and his voice dropping a few octaves as the apparition faded into him. He took his large hands and caressed his new body as he fell alseep, clean up would have to wait til the morning.

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the-daily-body · 3 days ago

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Leather up!

David sat on the concrete wall, waiitng for the buyer to arrive. He put up a post recently to sell his Kawasaki Ninja and get a brand new one. The price was high, but he loved his motorcycle and wanted to get the most of it.

The time of arrival of this secret buyer has already passed, but he was nowhere to be seen. David checked the message with coordinates and was sure that he was at the right place.

David was already sweating in his racing leathers.

He got up and checked the other side just to make sure, that he wasn't crazy.

"All right, you had enough time. I am leaving." he sent back, but the other person didn't open the message.

As soon as David looked away from his phone, he noticed a wet mark on the concrete as if something made it's way towards him. As if a giant snail crawled there. But there was nothing in sight.

David jumped of the ledge and headed to his motorcycle. But his leg was itching. He stopped and wanted to scratch it, but it was way too low. He took off his boot and was immediately shocked. A tiny green goo tail disappeared under the leather, crawling up his leg. "What the..."

David quickly unzipped himself and tried to take the leather suit off, but the goo already made his wait into his ass. He tried pushing at it to make it go away, but it didn't help.

He felt the last parts of the goo disappear in him. The goo stretched and massaged his prostate. He collapsed on the grown and screamed. It wass a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"No! Please! Somebody!!! Help!!!"

David felt weaker by the second. There was no stopping this, no one nearby to help him. David took his last weak breath and closed his eyes.

"Finally!!! I thought you would never let go." David's voice said while getting up from the ground. His indefference was now replaced with an awe and admiration for himself. He checked out his new leather suit and flexed, just to see how tight everything was.

His hand grabbed his bulge over the leather. "I just hope you're a grower, David. I hoped for a full package." his hand let go and made its way under the leather. "Oh fuck yeah. I was hoping you'd be really sweaty. Jackpot."

He walked over to the motorcycle and looked back at himself in the mirror. "I am you. I am DAVID. I hope you can see me David. I am about to destroy your life. So sit tight and enjoy the ride."He started the engine and headed out.

James:"It really worked? Are you really this guy right now? Or did my friend just pay you money to prank me?"

David's body:"Would a random guy just come up to you and showed off himself to you? Let you touch his dick?"

James:"Ok, yeah you're right. How did you even get his body? Can I do that too?"

"No. I'll keep that to myself. Now. How about you get on your knees. You seem parched. Let me fill your mouth."

David screamed, but the fucker that stole his body probably didn't hear him. All David could do was just watch as his previously straight body now participated in gay sex. His dick being burried in this guy's mouth. The fucker even kept him in the leather still.

Before the guy could cum all over the other guy's face, he took David's dick and came over the leather. After a moment of hyperventilating from the exhaustion, the other guy asked. "You're not gonna go clean that? It might make a stain."

David's body:"No,I'll keep it there."

Little did the know that the cum, slowly drying out on the surface, contained the remnants of David's soul.

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the-daily-body · 4 days ago

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Hope you're doing well. Just wanted to ask the genie for one wish... to swap bodies with my dumb sweaty bear of a roommate. We couldn't be more different, I'm a clean twink-ish comp sci major and I don't even know what he's majoring in cause all he does is eat, game, and work out. I complain about his lifestyle but secretly... I'm jealous. Jealous of how little he cares about grades or hygiene. Only caring about muscles and sports. I just want to know what it'd be like to be in his shoes for once even for a day. Then he'd be the one complaining to me about how much the house stinks and I'd be the one without a care in the world.

Took me a while to even see this one, but sure your wish is my command a big muscled sweaty bear who stinks? easy enough. first you start with your muscle mass, slowly pumping up, splitting through your shirt, growing more and more by the second, you can't help but flex and worship yourself as your muscles expand to freakish proportions.

its almost impossible for you to keep your hands off yourself as you moan in pleasure wanting more, to grow bigger, to get bigger,

soon a thick beard starts to grow from your jawline making you look like a beefed up lumberjack who works out non stop. A potent BO fills the room as your pits grow damp and start to stink, sweat drips down from them trailing your lats making you look like you just finished a workout.

You feel heavy trying to haul around your big muscular body, which doesnt help with the sweat, each step is an effort in itself causing you to sweat. You feel the fabric of your underwear strain and get wet around your groin and in between your ass as your body over produces sweat.

You begin to huff, each movement you perform leaving you out of breath. As you sit down the the couch to take a break you feel the cold wetness as the fabric absorbs your sweat.

A moment of peace passes as you try and catch your breath then your stomach growls. You do remember you wished to be a bear? six pack abs aren't very fitting.

You gut grows tight and you moan in pain as it growls, before long it starts to puff forward, looking bloated before shortly being covered in a layer of fat and hair.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP

you belch without warning, the powerful smell of protein feels the room and you look down to see the new you.

Big and Bulky are the words that best describe you now. A giant bodybuilder covered in a winter layer of fat, a true muscle bear.

Suddenly your door swings open as your roommate walks in. You expected to see the beast you'd gotten used to living with but instead a clean cut jock walked through the door carrying a pizza, protein shake and a box of chocolate muffins. You threw them down on the coffee table in front of you.

"got you what you asked for dude" instantly without saying thanks, your dove for the food alternating between shoving multiple slices of pizza in your mouth and chugging the protein shake, the shake dripped down the side of your lips and ran onto your chest.

"god how do you live like this you freak"

Hearing his words made your ears perk up, but not enough for you to stop eating.

"you are such a fucking slob dude"

You dick suddenly became hard hearing him insult you.

"and your fucking reek, jesus christ, you eat like a monster, stink like 40 gyms combined and have such a grotesque amount of muscle on your body"

Instantly you blew your load into your underwear hearing him talking about how much of a fucking slob you are.

You'd never felt so turned on, being so big, being so hungry, being humiliated by such a hot guy.

you had forgotten you even made a wish to begin with, and were ready to spend your life as a beasty bear.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

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Me and my buddy get along well but I don’t have a father and for some reason I feel like I look up to him. He’s a brunette hockey player who really cares about his body and tracks all of his cals. Any way you could spike one of his beers and give me the best exjock dad ever?

“Let’s go!” Your bro throws down his game controller and looks over at you. His confident smile adorning his handsome, angular face, “I used that same move on the ice the other day.” His clear excitement is infectious and you can’t help but smile.

It was another one of your usual game nights with your bro. The two of you sitting on the couch, controllers in hand, playing some hockey videogame. And even though he always seemed to win, you just enjoy the moment. Your friendship started out when you were younger- the two of you meeting in grade school. And as the years went on, you grew closer. You’d go to his hockey games and cheer him on. He’d fill in as that male role model you needed. When you went to college, he’d continue playing hockey, while you focused on your studies. But you continued to enjoy each other’s company. But this was your last year, and he planned to move across the country. The very thought was painful. Losing him would be tough.

“Hey, you good?” He asks, “I told you I wasn’t going easy.”

You smile, “I was wondering,” You begin, “I know you don’t like beer...”

“Gotta keep these toned.” He says, running a hand down his exposed abs.

“But it’s bro night.” You continue, “I got some special beers for us.”

He seems to consider the offer. Part of him looking a bit apprehensive. After all, he spent much of his time focusing on maintaining his body. His lean muscles and thicc hockey butt were all products of his careful diet and dedicated workouts. But he could tell it would mean a lot to you. He nods slowly.

“One won’t hurt.” He says with a grin, “Cheers to another game night.”

Part of you feels relieved. Another part of you feels somewhat apprehensive. If the man you bought this beer from was telling you the truth... well, you didn’t know what to think. It was probably some prank anyway, and you probably wasted the money. You hand him a solo cup with the beer in it.

“To bro night.” He smiles and takes a sip of the beer, “You know, I’m gonna miss this.” You feel a pang of sadness in your chest, “But we’ll always be bros.”

You nod, taking in his words. Feeling a sense of impending loss. Wishing you could just enjoy these moments forever.

“I’m gonna miss this too... dad.”

He looks over at you and raises an eyebrow, “What did you just call me?” He chuckles.

And you can see it. A few hairs starting to emerge from his once clean-shaven face. A few greys appearing in his brunette locks. Was it true? Was this stuff really going to do what the man said it would?

“Nothing, dad.”

And as the words leave your lips, your buddy groans. His youthful skin starts to lose its glow. A few wrinkles appear on his forehead. And the hair on his face sprouts into a full beard. His hands rush to scratch his new facial hair and his eyes widen.

“Bro, what the hell...” He whispers, “Something’s wrong...”

“What do you mean, dad?”

You watch as his brunette locks begin to recede and his tan vanishes. All the while, small, itchy hairs start to sprout from your buddy’s chest and abs. At this point, he stands up and runs his hands down his new body hair. There’s a look of disgust and confusion on his face, and you can’t help but feel bad for him. After all, he did pride his clean-shaven look.

“You keep calling me dad.” He says, staring at you, “And now...” He catches a glimpse of his receding hairline and aged skin in the mirror, “Bro, please. Whatever you’re doing, you gotta fuckin’ stop.”

You could tell he was getting angry. But you were still marveling over the effects of this drink. You couldn’t believe it was actually working.

“Bro, are you even listening to me?” He says, “Please! You can’t...”

“Sorry dad.” You reply, putting even more emphasis on “dad.”

The effects are more dramatic. Your buddy lets out a pained moan and falls to his knees, gripping his abs. You can see tears fall from his eyes as he realizes his firm abs are feeling softer. And in only a few moments, his abs are covered by a thick layer of fat. And another. And another. And although your buddy is too busy squeezing his new flabby stomach, you can see his pecs fill with fat and sag, resting atop his new gut.

“This can’t be...” He winces at his new, gravelly voice, “Oh god, I sound so old.” He looks up at you, tears still staining his eyes, “Dude, come on... please... I can’t be this.”

A part of you feels bad, even guilty. Your friend’s anger replaced by fear. His confidence shattered. His toned physique truly replaced by that of a middle-aged dad. Part of you wants to reverse this. But you don’t even know how.

“I...” You bite your lip, “Look, I don’t even know if I can undo this, dad.”

Your buddy shuts his eyes and shakes as the short hairs erupt into longer follicles. You watch as a forest of hairs emerge from under his shorts and travel down his legs. His new gut and soft chest are covered in a forest of gray and dark hairs. And you realize now there’s nothing left of your old buddy, at least physically. His receding hairline, gray hairs, gut, and hirsute form all scream middle-aged dad. He slowly stands up, wincing at a pain in his lower back and knees, as he becomes more familiar with his new age.

“Dude...” He whispers, “What did you do?” You can hear the anger return to his voice.

“I didn’t want to lose you, bro.” You say, “And I’ve always looked up to you. And truthfully, I’ve always wanted a dad and the beer promised it could do that. Just as long as I called whoever drank it dad.” Your friend looks shocked and picks up the solo cup.

“Good one dude.” He laughs, “Okay, okay you got me. Maybe if I drink the beer and you call me bro or something, I can return to normal.” He says hopefully, “I promise we can forget all about this.” The desperation starts to creep back into his voice, “Just... please I don’t want this.” He begs.

You’re not a bad person. You even feel a bit guilty. And part of you even wants to do as he suggests. But another thought enters your head. Would he be able to forget all about this? Would he forgive you? You bite your lip and sigh.

“I’m sorry,” You can see his eyes widen in terror, “Dad.”

He drops the beer in his hand, causing the beer inside to spray everywhere. His eyes glaze over and his jaw goes slack. A part of you worries for a moment, but slowly he smiles. There’s no evidence of concern on his face.

“Ah sorry, I spaced out there for a second.” He chuckles, “Looks like I made a mess.” He goes to bend over to pick up the cup, but winces, “Damn back’s been acting up.”

“Don’t worry dad.” You say as he sits back down on the couch, “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m good, I’m good.” He reassures, “Come on, we have to finish our game.” He says with a grin, grabbing the game controller, “You know, I was quite the hockey player back in my day. Well before this.” He chuckles, patting his beer gut.

“I know.” You reply, sitting next to him, “You tell me all the time.” The two of you start to play, and you immediately notice his videogame skills are not where they used to be. But you’re enjoying this moment- going on as if nothing changed.

“Look at that!” He cheers when he scores a goal, “I told you not to take it easy on me, son.”

You go to reply but you feel a warmth coarse through your body. You quickly shake your head and return to the game. And only a few minutes later, he scores another goal.

“You doing okay there, son?” He asks.

And again, you feel a warmth coarse through your body. You look down at the controller and can’t help but notice that your forearms look a bit thicker- your hands meatier. You shake your head and look up at your dad.

“Uh, I’m good dad.” Your voice even sounds deeper- somewhat dumb too, “I-I gotta go to my room.”

You stumble towards your room, feeling somewhat off balance. Entering your room, you’re immediately hit by the smell of intense BO. The same way your bro would smell after a hockey game. There’s gear on your bed and random posters of hockey players on your walls. You barely have time to comprehend what’s going on, when you hear your dad’s voice.

“Hey son, are you okay?”

You groan as your muscles begin to contract violently and your shirt tears from your growing musculature. You can see yourself in the mirror- abs, thicc ass, and lean muscles- the body of a hockey player. And you realize that you’re becoming your dad’s ideal son. Somehow, the beer that splashed on you had the same effects as drinking it.

“Wait dad!” You call out, wincing at the oafish jock-like tone that saturates your words, “Please...!”

“Son?” He asks opening the door.

And your eyes glaze over. Your jaw goes slack. And you feel your mind warping and changing. Any memories you had of your old life or self are being forced into the very back of your mind- all to make room for your new existence as a smelly, ripped, hockey jock. Your dad’s perfect son.

“God it reeks in here.” Your dad laughs, patting you on the back, “Must be workin’ hard out there.”

“You fuckin’ know it.” You reply, eyes dull, “It’s gonna be a good game tomorrow, pops.”

“You learned from the best, champ.” He smiles, “Now come on, we got a game to finish.” You smile, “I want to show you one of my favorite moves. Worked every time. Maybe you can try it out on the ice tomorrow.”

“For sure, pops.”

You follow your dad back to the couch. The two of you playing videogames late into the night, filling the air with boisterous cheers as you played. You couldn’t have asked for a better dad. And he couldn’t have asked for a better son.

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The Perfect Takeover

(Original story posted March 11th 2022) This story has been Updated!

It’d been about three years now since Ian and Mike had bought a flat together. The two had been good friends since high school so when it came time for them to leave home they decided, why not do it together! They were both single after all so it’d be easier to have a roommate to move in with. It seemed like the perfect arrangement. Two best buds getting to have a place all to themselves. What could go wrong!?

But of course, unbeknownst to Mike, Ian had a few ulterior motives when it came to them moving in together. Ones that extended far beyond just friendship. Much like Ian’s feelings for Mike.

To put simply, Ian had a crush on his current roommate Mike for years. It began way back when they were teens and over time as they both grew and matured, that crush only became stronger. Mike of course never knew, he didn’t even know Ian was gay for that matter. He never noticed how Ian would glance at his sweating frame after a workout. How Ian would have to hide a growing boner whenever he walked around shirtless. How Ian would dig his nose into Mike’s used tank tops and jockstraps when he wasn’t around. Mike innocently thought they were just two bros. Completely oblivious.

Recently however, Ian’s feelings for Mike had developed in an odd way. As time went by, Ian slowly began resenting his friend strangely enough. Not because Mike was a bad person or anything. No, quite the opposite in fact. Ian began to resent Mike because of just how perfect he was!

Mike was an incredibly handsome dude with a body just as incredible to match. Perfectly buff and hairy in all the right places with an outstanding beard that put Ian’s patchy one to shame. He had an amazing job doing what he loved, had a super attractive girlfriend and of course everyone simply adored him due to his bubbly, extroverted personality. All that just made Mike’s life so easy and almost everyday Ian would become more and more envious as he watched it play out in front of him. And he couldn’t even be mad about it because of how kind and fucking sexy Mike was!

That growing resentment did nothing dampen the lust he had for that man though. If anything it only made Ian desire Mike even more. His cock would always jump after catching even a whiff of Mike’s sweaty post work-out aroma. His eyes would always linger far too long on Mike’s jock butt. And most nights Ian would still find himself in bed jacking his dick furiously to the thought of his roommate! Usually while sniffing a pair of used underwear he’d stolen from the hamper of Mike’s dirty clothes.

Little did Ian know that a mysterious (and very horny) warlock had been watching over him for a short while now. Observing him while reading through his thoughts as memories…

Ian had been at work one particular day, sat at his desk typing away as usual. It’d been a very quiet day so far and it wouldn’t be long until his shift was over and he could head home. He grabbed his mug of coffee and was about to take a sip when…

“Ian West?” An unfamiliar voice spoke.

He practically jumped out of his skin, some coffee spilling on his pants at the sudden mention of his name from directly behind him. Spinning around in his chair, Ian came face to face with a handsome yet unrecognisable man. Ian had no idea how the guy had managed to sneak up on him like that. It was certainly eerie. He would’ve been more creeped out had this 40 something year old guy not had such an alluring look to him.

The man swiftly introduced himself at Mr Wavell, extending an arm out for a friendly handshake. Ian accepted Wavell’s hand, the touch of his palm feeling strangely comforting.

Wavell went on to reveal about how he knew of Ian’s situation with Mike and about his jealousy towards the man. Normally Ian would’ve been freaked out but as he gripped Wavell’s hand he couldn’t help but trust this stranger and listen to his words. Wavell then revealed that he had the perfect solution to Ian’s little jealousy crush dilemma before pulling out a small vial from inside his suit jacket. It was filled with a sparkly dark blue liquid.

“Drink this once Mike falls asleep tonight. After that don’t hesitate to straddle yourself on top of his slumbering body. If you do that then everything he is, everything you’ve longed for, will become yours.” With that Wavell hands over the strange vial to an intrigued Ian.

“Y-yes sir…” Ian responds, entranced by the man until he finally let go of the handshake. Wavell grins down at him as Ian catches his baring. The bewildered man was about to question the stranger further when suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he vanished into thin air. It was as if Wavell had been a mere figment of Ian’s imagination with the only proof he existed being the vial in Ian’s hand…

Later that evening Ian arrives home to find Mike and Ashley, his Girlfriend, sat in the living room watching some comedy tv show that Ashley loved. Ian said a quick hello to them both before heading to his room.

He sat on his bed after throwing off most of his clothes. He held the bottle tightly in hand as he thought about what that strange man had told him to do. He could have everything he longed for. Everything Mike had. It could all be his. He still wasn’t sure how exactly but he didn’t care. He wanted it. All of it,

And so he waited.

Hours passed and eventually he heard Mike leaving with Ashley to walk her home. Luckily she’d decided not to stay the night which made things a lot easier. It was only about 20 minutes or so until Mike returned and headed to his room where he presumably started getting ready for bed. Ian was patient of course. He waited a few more hours until just gone midnight before eventually sneaking out of his room and towards Mike’s.

Opening the door, Ian’s nose was greeted by the smell of men’s deodorant mixed with the subtle scent of male musk. That aroma was always quick to give him a hard-on. What really made his cock jump however was the sight before him. Mike sprawled out in bed, laying on his front in nothing but a tight pair of boxer briefs that clung to hunk’s ass. If he didn’t have any self control then he would’ve ripped open the back of those boxers and started pounding Mike’s ass right then and there.

But he needed to be smart about this. Slow and quiet was the way to go. That said nothing about what he was about to do would be considered smart by any means. Insane would be more like it. Yet he trusted the words of Mr Wavell more than anything. And so Ian crept towards the bed before gently crawling onto the mattress beside Mike.

Ian did his best not to salivate as he stared down at the delicious looking jock-butt beneath him. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out though. With a nervous yet excited pounding in his chest, he grabbed hold of the two perfectly rounded cheeks. A wet stain formed against Ian’s shorts as he began gently squishing and squeezing Mike’s ass, his eyes fixed on it the whole time. Fuck it was so damn perfect. Of course it was. It was Mike. Everything about him was always perfect.

He was snapped out of his pervy ass groping trance when the man beneath him started to groan. Ian swiftly pulled his hands away, panicked that he may have woken Mike. Thankfully the man settled once again, allowing Ian to breathe a sigh of relief. Best not to push his luck any further.

Reaching a hand into his pocket, Ian whipped out the strange bottle that Mr Wavell had given him. All he had to do was drink it and lay on top of Mike and then he’d get exactly what he desired. Whatever that meant?… but he trusted Wavell and if he said that it would work then he believed him. Ian didn’t even think to question this blind trust he’d suddenly gained for this random stranger.

Twisting off the cap, Ian then proceeded to gulp down the entire bottle of liquid. After one large swallow, the liquid was gone. Ian shivered a little as he felt the contents of the bottle gliding down his throat and into his body. For some reason he was expecting something crazy to happen but he didn’t feel all that different besides a strange buzzing that felt akin to a sugar rush.

And so he proceeded with the next step. Ian gently placed his hands on Mike’s broad back. Gently running his fingers across the muscular contours with pleasure. Though as he did, he couldn’t help feeling immensely drawn to Mike. Not in the normal way though. It was as though he was literally magnetised to the man beneath him. And it felt so good. So right.

He spread his arms out, placing them carefully on top of Mike’s. He then let out a long shaken breath before allowing his chest to fall flat across Mike’s back. A small smirk forming on his lips as the bulge in his shorts snuggled perfectly against Mike’s plump cheeks. Not being able to help humping ever so slightly. However, as Ian aligned his legs with the muscular ones beneath, his roommate began to stir…

“Huh?… the fuck is-UGH” Mike grunted as he felt Ian’s bulging crotch press itself against his ass. “What the fuck!? Ian is that you? GET THE FUCK OFF ME MAN!” Mike demanded, his voice full of anger and disgust. He wanted to jump up and throw his roommate off his back but, as he tried to move, his body felt weak and unresponsive. It was almost like sleep paralysis if the demon was a horny freak that wanted to fuck him.

Ian on the other hand seemed to be lost in some kind of euphoric pleasure. His entire body racked with ecstasy as he pressed harder against Mike. Even kissing the man’s neck a little despite his roommates protests. He was so engrossed in the sensation that he didn’t even notice his arms and hands beginning to sink inside Mike’s…

Mike’s anger very quickly turned to fear as he could both feel and see in the corner of his eye what was happening. He began shouting all kinds of obscenities mixed with pleas, all of which fell upon deaf ears. Soon enough he completely lost control of his arms once Ian’s had sunk all the way in.

Meanwhile Ian was still too busy dry humping Mike’s butt to even notice. It was only once his legs began to do the same that Ian finally snapped back to reality. He panicked a little upon noticing that all his limbs had disappeared inside his roommate's body but then as he tried to move what would’ve been his own arm, Mike’s larger one responded. It was only a twitch at first but very quickly Mike’s hands and arms began moving to Ian’s will!

Mike could only turn his head, watching and feeling in pure terror as his arms and legs betrayed him. Seeing as they obeyed Ian’s will over his own. Ian on the other hand went from being a little scared to completely ecstatic in a second once he realised what was going on. A mad grin formed across his face. So this is what Mr Wavell meant. To have everything he longed for.

With his new control, Ian used Mike’s muscular arm to reach around and press his torso further down onto Mike’s broad back below in hopes this would speed up the process. His assumption was correct as moments after he could feel his chest and stomach begin to sink down. His hips and waist followed suit not long after as he continued humping Mike’s ass. Ian’s body began to faze through the fabric of his shorts and Mike’s boxers, allowing his cock to finally slide between Mike’s ass cheeks and touch that quivering virgin hole he’d dreamt of for years.

His straight roommate howled out in pain as Ian instinctively buried his cock deep inside the bubbly hairy ass. He couldn’t stop himself rocking back and forth in an attempt to fuck Mike’s hole despite the growing attachment of their bodies. Ian didn’t get long however as soon enough his dick began fusing into the hunks body too and becoming one with his roommates much heftier dick.

Mike grumbled and pleaded through strained breaths, not being able to stop his manhood from growing harder as Ian took control of it. His possessed cock throbbed bigger and harder with Ian’s arousal pumping through it. So much so that it began to leak pre-cum into Mike’s briefs. All the while Ian’s ass and hips were being pulled down until his entire body from below the neck had been submerged.

Ian could feel every sensation racing through Mike’s larger, hairier body. The way his muscles moved. The way his body hair brushed against the mattress below. The way his asshole winced after being forcefully penetrated. He’d gained almost complete control! Now there was only one last thing to do. Mike begged and begged but there was nothing he could do to stop Ian pressing his face down into the back of his head. Mike’s terrified face went slack and his eyes rolled back as his entire body began to shake and convulse. The last of Ian’s real body fazed inside Mike, both their visions then going black.

The next thing Ian knew, he found himself waking to the unfamiliar feeling of a beard on his face as it brushed against the bed. Even more notable was his body. He felt so large and furry. So manly.

He was just about to try and sit up when his body was suddenly racked with the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt. The feeling was so powerful he could barely move. Each and every nerve in his newfound body sent continuous signals of euphoria to his brain. So much so that Ian wasn’t able to contain his animalistic instinct as he started humping the bed below like a dog in heat. Thrusting his fat bulge aggressively against the mattress. It didn’t take long for him to let out a deep roar before nutting uncontrollably, completely staining the front of the briefs he was now wearing. The orgasm was so powerful in fact that mere moments after Ian lost consciousness once more…

———

Soon enough the morning rolled around as sunlight beamed into the room. Ian’s eyes fluttered open, feeling groggy and a little drained. His mind was still fuzzy as he slowly came around. Though it didn’t take long for him to become acutely aware once again of how strange and heavy his body felt. He was confused for a moment as he looked around to see Mike’s bedroom instead of his own. It was only when one of his now larger hands reached up to touch the beard on his face that everything came flooding back. The memory was hazy but he could remember it. He sank inside Mike. He took everything!

His once groggy eyes shot open as he pushed himself upright. “Fuuuck… I-I can’t believe it!?” Ian muttered as he ran a hand across the same furry pecs he used to admire and jerk off too almost every night. He grunted at the sensitivity of his new nipples, especially the left pierced one. It was easily enough to make his new dick twitch. Mike’s juicy cock.

Looking down at the obscene bulge in his roommate's damp sticky underwear, Ian wasted absolutely no time whipping out his new cock. He was desperate to see what Mike had been packing all these years and by god was he not disappointed. Immediately he began pumping his shaft, admiring its length and girth. It was so much fatter than his old dick. Because of course it was. It was Mike’s. And as he jacked his cock, he couldn’t help rubbing his free hand across his new face, delighting in his new handsome features. Fuck he needed to see it all.

With that Ian pushed himself up and off the bed. He stumbled a little at first but quickly adjusted to his new size and weight, even getting off on it a little. He walked across the apartment and into the living room, stroking himself the whole way until he reached that full length mirror that Mike always used to check himself out after a workout.

He stood in front of the mirror, completely enchanted by his own reflection. Looking back at him was the very man he’d drooled over for years. The man he’d grown to both love and envy. The man who ended up becoming his close friend and roommate despite all that. Looking back at him was… Mike.

He groped at every bulge, ridge and sensitive spot he could find on his new self. His fatter cock bucked with excitement as he got to watch Mike’s body worship itself under his command. As he was exploring however, his hands were bound to wander to his backside eventually. What he didn’t expect however was for his new hole to be so damn sensitive!

After giving his bubbly cheeks a firm squeeze and a shake, Ian’s right index finger began to curiously probe at his new virgin hole. The moment it slid inside, an electric feeling rushed through his entire body. His old ass had never felt this incredible! Before long Ian couldn't help shoving his finger as deep as it would go causing him to moan like a bitch in heat with Mike’s deep voice. It was a bit painful sure with how inexperienced Mike’s ass was but the pleasure far overshadowed that. He just couldn’t believe a hole like this was being wasted on a straight guy!? It’s like this ass was begging for dick all its life!!

“Well I could help with that desire…” A familiar voice from across the room claimed, startling Ian into pulling his finger out with a small yelp. Sat on a chair in the corner of the room was the same man who’d given him that vial. Mr Wavell… but did he just read Ian’s thoughts? And how the hell did he even get in here? Ian could’ve sworn he was alone and yet there Wavell was with his cock out though the zipper of his khaki pants, jerking it slowly.

“Really? I gave you a potion that allowed you to possess this hunk’s body and you think I can’t do other ‘impossible’ things like simple invisibility?” Wavell replied after seemingly reading Ian’s mind once again. “Now, since I was the one that helped you obtain such an incredibly handsome body, I was hoping you might be willing to return the favour?” He glanced down at his cock with a smirk before glancing back at Ian.

Ian knew there were so many questions he should’ve been asking right about now. However, all of his prior thoughts gradually ceased the more he focused on the other man’s enormous juicy cock. It looked so damn enticing… maybe Wavell was right, he didn’t need to ask questions… he just had to thank him for giving him this body…

With that Ian marched over to where Wavell was sitting in an almost hypnotic fashion, his own cock bouncing as he did. He dropped to his knees before grabbing the thick meaty rod before him. Even Ian’s new larger hands struggled to wrap around the full girth of it. He then looked up at the man above, receiving a nod of confirmation, before wrapping his lips around the cock and sucking on it with vigour and passion.

“Fuuck boy! That’s it! Put that sexy new mouth of yours to good use…” Wavell grunted, placing a hand on top of Ian’s head and being sure to push his face right down, the beard hairs tickling against Wavell’s trimmed bush. Almost immediately Ian began to gag, his new body not conditioned for dick sucking quite like his old one. Noticing this, Wavell places a hand gently on Ian’s throat. His hand glows for a moment before letting go. “There, that should make you the perfect cock sucker.” The warlock grinned as he began to throat fuck Ian who was now taking it like a hungry cock sucking champ! Mike’s gag reflex had been almost completely wiped.

“Mmmppff! Mmhmmpf! Mmhmmmmmhppff…” Ian groaned onto the cock. The more he deepthroated Wavell’s massive shaft, the more his mind flooded with dick, dick and more dick! He loved it though as he did his absolute best to please the man who gave him this perfect body.

“Ooh yeah that’s perfect…” Wavell cooed as he rubbed Ian’s head gently. “But let’s see how well that ass of yours can do in comparison.” He pulled Ian’s mouth off his cock in one swift motion leaving it slick with saliva. He couldn’t help smirking cockily as he watched a tiny bit of precum drip down Ian’s lip. “Get over there and lay on the couch face down.” He ordered sternly.

Ian did exactly as he was told. With the taste of dick still in his mouth, he eagerly jumped onto the couch before lying down with his ass up in the air.

Wavell got up from his chair and followed behind. As soon as Ian was ready, Wavell shifted onto the couch himself, kneeling above Ian’s stolen body in all its hairy muscular glory. Then ,without a second thought, the warlock spread Ian’s furry ass cheeks before inspecting what used to be Mike’s hole. It seemed tight but at the same time so hungry and sensitive like it was begging to be used. Ian was right. A hole like this shouldn’t be wasted.

Ian yelped as he felt Wavell’s own bearded face dive between his cheeks, his tongue attacking the sensitive soon to be entrance. It was certainly one of the tastiest holes he’d had in awhile. That and hearing Ian’s satisfied murmurs got his cock more and more riled up. So much so that before long he was practically tongue fucking the young hunk as he writhed on the couch.

Once he was satisfied, Wavell gave that delicious ass one final lick from taint to hole before sitting up again and giving his wet cock a few hearty strokes. “You want my cock inside you Mike?” Wavell teased, using Mike’s name rather than Ian’s to rile up the man below him even further. “You want me to fill you up to the brim?”

“Oh fuck yes! Please! Fuuuuck my ass needs cock so badly” Ian pleaded as he arched his back some more, pushing his ass closer to Wavell’s crotch. “Please breed my straight hole sir…” He muttered.

“Well… since you’ve been such a good boy…” Wavell whispered as he aligned his cock with Ian’s hole. “I’ll breed you nice and deep.” He finished before gently pushing the tip of his cock inside.

Ian whimpered and groaned in an intense mix of pain and pleasure as his new sensitive hole was slowly stretched beyond anything it’d ever felt before. The groans only got deeper and louder and Wavell slowly but surely pressed more and more of himself inside. Despite the underlying pain, Ian was loving every second! It just felt so right for his hole to stretch and welcome a fat cock like Wavell’s. Ian yelped out again in surprise however as Wavell got impatient, suddenly thrusting the last couple inches inside as his balls slapped Ian’s ass.

From there Ian’s entrance had already begun to adjust. As Wavell slowly started to pump in and out of that delicious hole, it became less and less painful. His fast adjustment was partly due to Mike’s body being naturally inclined to taking dick while also receiving a helping hand from Wavell’s magic. Before long Ian was moaning out like a big hairy muscle slut as all that was left was the pure pleasure of being filled completely by a thick rod. This was what Mike’s ass had been made for. Cock. It was like this body had just been waiting to get taken over by someone who’d use it for its real purpose.

The two continued to fuck for a good hour or more. Flipping back and forth into all sorts of different sex positions. Making sure Wavell’s cock was able to hit each and every last sweet spot inside Ian’s new ass. Eventually they ended right back in the same position they started in with Ian laid face down and Wavell lying on top. Only now it wasn’t gentle. Now Wavell was jackhammering furiously into the hole beneath him while planting kisses along Ian’s back. And after all that, Wavell’s huge balls were finally ready to spill.

“Come on boy. Tell me you want my load inside you. Tell me you crave it.” Wavell purred lustfully.

“Fuuuuuck please give me your load! My fat hairy ass needs it! Please!” Ian begged, earning a large grin from the powerful warlock mounting him.

Wavell continued thrusting deep, making sure his balls smacked every time as that familiar tension in his groin grew. Then, with one last thrust and a loud triumphant groan, Wavell busted a massive load completely flooded Ian’s insides. The load was so big in fact that within seconds the cum had already begun to leak out of Ian’s hole around Wavell’s cock. Ian felt absolutely full to the brim, stuffed full of thick seed and he adored the feeling. So much so that his own dick had begun spurting hands free mere moments after being bred.

The pair simply laid there for a moment, basking in the sweaty smell of man sex. After soaking up the afterglow, Wavell finally pushed himself up. He dislodged his cum soaked cock from the leaking hole with an amused grin, watching as more cum drooled out when he did. He stared down at the panting hunk beneath him. Then without saying anything he walked around and put his dick in front of Ian’s face again. Ian already knew what he had to do. He wrapped his lips around the beautiful cock once more in order to lick it clean of all the delicious cum left on it.

“I knew I was right to choose you.” Wavell began as Ian finished cleaning his cock. “It’s not every day I get a good fuck out of my experiments you know. That said, I'm certain you’ll be even more perfect than the original Mike was.” He claimed as he stroked a gentle hand through Ian’s thick new beard.

With that he pushed his manhood back into his trousers before turning to the mirror. He hadn’t taken his clothes off for the entire time the two had fucked. He enjoyed keeping them on sometimes but now they were a complete mess and covered in sweat. That wouldn’t do at all. As much as he loved a little sweat, he always preferred to look and smell presentable. And so, with a mere flick of his wrist, Wavell’s clothes fixed themselves in a flash. Any and all sweat stains vanished in the process as even his dishevelled hair restyled itself perfectly. Ian could only watch wonder from the couch, his ass too destroyed to even move at the moment.

“Well I think it’s about time I bid you adieu Ian.” Wavell stated as he swiveled around in front of the mirror, checking himself out from every angle to make sure his little spell had fixed everything. “But I’ll be back to check up on you at some point. Just to make sure you’re getting in alright with Mike’s life and body. And who knows, maybe we’ll have some more fun.” He winked, waltzing back over and giving Ian’s ass a slap.

Ian was lost for words. He could only stare up at this mysterious man. He had the power to turn dreams into reality as though it were easy. A mere snap of his fingers was enough to make anything possible! And that very same man just gave him the railing of a lifetime. Before he could even think of anything to say in response, Wavell vanished before his eyes. One second he was there, the next he wasn’t. It was as simple as that.

It took awhile after that for Ian to catch his bearing and regain his strength. After a good 20 minutes or so, he finally pushed himself up off the couch and slowly made his way towards the bathroom. Hobbling his way down the corridor and up the stairs while holding his sore backside.

Once there he flicked on the shower and watched as hot water came gushing out, already beginning to steam up the room. Just before he stepped under however, he turned and took one more look at himself in the bathroom mirror. He still couldn’t believe it. He really was Mike. All the buff, hairy muscle he’d envied for these years. The gorgeous bearded face. Even the sick tattoos. It all belonged to him. And there was nothing in the world he could’ve wanted more.

Flashing himself a cheeky grin in the mirror, Ian finally hopped into the shower and began planning out how exactly he was gonna live his new life. He couldn’t wait to get into the gym and start working out like Mike did. Something about being in this body just made him wanna pump iron and watch sports like the original Mike did.

That said, one thing that definitely had to change was Mike’s girlfriend. She was a nice girl so Ian was gonna try and let her down easy the next chance he got. After that he could come out as gay to everyone! And once that was out in the open, with good looks like these, it shouldn’t be hard to find another hot dude who wants to fuck this juicy bubble butt of his everyday. Although, after having Wavell’s mature cock inside him, he was sorta craving having another older guy just like him.

Regardless he had plenty of time to figure things out. A whole lifetime in fact. A perfect lifetime.

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What You Really Want

Milo mouths off about a man dating his long time crush before immediately learning the lesson that he should be less trusting of strange voices promising to fulfill his desires

Pretty standard straight to gay himbo/jockification! It will also be my final story for some time I believe, so I do hope you enjoy! -Occam

“It’s no fair that they literally have it all.” Like many a ‘nice guy’ Milo has spent an inordinate amount of time skulking social media and disparaging more physically gifted men as he stumbles across them. The root of his despair is not difficult to ascertain, his eyes burning with envy make quite clear the inner monologue of ‘girls always date assholes.’ He sneers as he comes across the most recent post of his friend and crush, Juliet. The jealous man of course knows next to nothing about the character of James, the jock-type now dating her, but judging by the gleaming smirk and the bulky arms of a killer hanging from his shoulders, the judgemental dweeb has more than enough evidence to speculate.

Delving into his memories, Milo’s face burns with embarrassment as he recalls mentioning his crush to Juliet, ‘Oh!’ her bright eyes shift uncomfortably and her cheeks begin to blush enough to match the pink tint she threw on this morning. Milo’s fist clenches as she almost giggles in her discomfort, ‘sorry Milo I guess- Well, I guess I just thought you were gay?’ After this Milo played it cool, he thinks. Hand scratching the back of his head as he asserts his straight identity and the two go on to have a meal far more quiet and awkward than usual. When new-boyfriend James comes to pick up Juliet, Milo forces a smile before staring daggers at his back as the pair walk away.

This brings us to the present hate scrolling session in which Milo is more than absorbed. Lips curl into a sneer as he traces the impossible to ignore curves of this must-be dullard’s defined body. Milo scoffs as he sees the litany of women that must make up the man’s dating history. “Bet they won’t even last a week, ha! I mean judging by how much the douche spends in the gym I bet he’s just using her as a beard anyway.”

With this final rather homophobic assertion, the nerd’s phone flashes before going dark, “What the-” before he has to determine whatever caused this, he goes stiff as a strange voice resounds through his head. ‘Tired of all the big boys getting what they want, hmm?’ Immediately concerned he’s lost his mind, Milo gets to powering back on his phone to call for help. ‘Now now, Milo. Do not worry your little head. I am here to help. Would you not like the chance to be just like them?’ Just like them. Envy burns through his veins greater than anything. Sensing this immediately, whatever this voice is seizes upon his clearly fragile psyche, its laughter steely and alien, ‘Ah ha ha. I thought so.’

Dropping his phone once more, Milo tries to drill the voice, “Wh- what are you exactly. Are you a dem- hm, an angel?” The voice answers almost before he even finishes the thought, ‘It matters not what I am. All that matters are your desires. Now. Do you wish to be all you desire, all this James embodies? All that he is in your head.” Miles gulps and almost starts drooling at the idea, just like James. Women at his fingertips whenever he wants, a body sculpted by the gods while keeping a far better mind than that oaf could ever afford. With next to no hesitation or forethought, Milo nods and the world goes dark.

When he awakens the poorly mannered man finds it’s the next day. His phone rests in his hand and when opened he finds it zoomed in on a picture of James’ meaty bicep. Milo rolls his eyes and tosses his phone aside before going to stand. Making it halfway up he grunts in pain as he only then discovers morning wood more pressing and turgid than he’s ever encountered. Falling back down he clutches at the pain in his crotch from his cock being forcibly yanked by his underwear. Hands now grasping it he gasps as he finds it filling them far more than it has any right to.

Well now, while they’re already down there he might as well have some fun right? After briefly struggling to get his waistband over his swollen package his mouth falls open in shock as he’s finally able to appraise the almost unrecognizable cock hanging from his crotch. It’s like none he’s seen before, not that he generally observes dicks of course. Far more impressive than he imagined a dick could be. His fingertips can scarcely meet his palm when he tries to grasp it, and as he begins rubbing it it feels leagues more sensitive than it has before now, as if nerve endings are multiplying. Looking to his awaiting phone he sees the photo of James and what’s her name as he begins masturbating outright.

Seeing a bulge in James’ strained pants he grunts as he returns to stare at his own suddenly substantial cock. More like him. The already thicker rod strains as he reflexively humps into his hand, forcing his grip wider as it expands to simply need more room. The new veins painting the length of his nascent ten inch dick surge higher up its length as he swears he can see them pulse and bulge with each racing heartbeat. Beneath his thrusting hands, bouncing as his hips continue to forcefully thrust with more strength than he has, his balls similarly grow heavier, larger as they send hormones flowing through him enough to metamorphosize and, more immediately, cause pre to stream and coat his fingers.

Milo leans his head back as he is bursting with a need for release greater than he can understand. He shifts his jaw as it twinges with the pleasure of growth, widening and strengthening into one fit for titan. Below his newly defined chin, his neck thickens and moans grow deeper as an Adam's apple bulges out of his throat. Hearing his voice echo deeper throughout his bedroom, his heady pleasure comes to a head as he is struck with the bizarre urge to lick the pre off his fingers. Before he’s able to acquire or express shock and disgust, his eyes blast open and he is again staring at the image of James, more like- and he blows his load.

The moment of release may as well have shut him down once more, pleasure overloads him like a flashbang as every inch of his body feels at once. Drool drips from his plumper lips as his mind is fried and his hips continue to thrust without any input or awareness, sending stains across his wall and splattering into his darker hair as it begins to pull shorter and tint darker. Eyebrows thicken and cover more of his forehead as his brow hangs lower over his eyes staining brown and growing duller.

His whole form tenses as he finally achieves release, staring at the image of his, uh, competition. Arms flex as his hands crack wider, fingers stretch longer, skin grows rougher. For the first time in his life definition appears on his arms, biceps and triceps compete for which can increase faster, which can catch more eyes, which can rival those alluring arms of James. Beneath shoulders packing on weight are pits that darken with curls now thicker, a deeper brown nearing black as the forest strives to prevent any light from breaking the canopy. Similarly they moisten with the masculine heady musk that they are perfectly designed to disseminate, powerful enough to allure any twink towards his dick, or uh, huh.

Milo moans as this seemingly intrusive thought makes itself at home in his morphing psyche. Barely returning to sentience enough to realize the stray gay thought, he arches his back and stretches as if he were waking up. Mindlessly he wipes the cum staining his larger hands on the new dark treasure trail as it itches and slowly inches up from pubes unshaved. Feeling the hint of an Adonis belt he sits up with a shock, the feeling of something he has long envied bringing back his awareness.

Despite the obvious differences it takes far too long for him to be aware of, to truly notice what has become of him. He struggles to make sense of the effort it takes to move his new larger limbs. He grabs at his new hair and sucks drool through his teeth as he tries to understand how it’s changed texture and color so totally, did he dye it and forget or what? The gears in his mind slowly turn as his fingers move to scratch an itch under his arms, struggling through the dank jungle of curls. Thoughtlessly he brings his sweat-wet fingers to his nose and grimaces. “Fuck man, I smell like an, uh, like a, unnh-” he moans quietly as he’s unable to even finish the sentence, instead an image of James forces its way to the front of his mind and two now-malnourished brain cells spark together and strain to form a thought.

“Oh fuck I’m turning into a imbe-, an uh imbekle? Ugh, an uh- a dumb jock.” Milo bites his lips and flexes an arm to try and assuage his nerves, to get his attention focused on anything but his anxieties. Fortunately to this end, seeing his bulging biceps he feels his larger cock begin to stir. Some semblance of rationality knows ceding to his wanting package is probably what led to this encroaching fog over his mind. His skin begins to prickle as all-around it grows more sensitive. Beyond these skin deep sensations it also seems as if darker hairs are beginning to spread out wherever his follicles will allow.

Seeing hair beginning to prickle his chest and blanket his legs his mind produces images of hairy men he has leered at through the years. His neck twitches as whatever dregs of the pathetic skirtchaser he once was rise up and try to combat his new predilections. He’s straight, he’s always been straight. Right? His mouth goes dry as he tries to remember ever having dated a woman in the past. Barring that, only just able to recall that something is happening to him, only just able to remember that he is transforming into some alien self, Milo tries to produce an image of what he used to look like. And he cannot.

His mouth falls open as it often does whenever he struggles to produce a thought, making it almost his default state. Mouth-breathing mouth ajar he fully experiences the thick air of his bedroom as it fills with his new musk. The room around him begins to dissolve and reform into surroundings that reinforce who he is now, that prove this is who he has always been. Clean pressed laundry dirty and shift into unwashed gym clothes that help cloud the room with his stink. Posters of whatever movies and video games he enjoys corrupt into images celebrating the impressive male form, all distinctly stained from the years of hanging on Milo’s bedroom walls. He hears clanking outside of his bedroom as bookshelves collapse and reform into weights heavier than he would be able to lift.

Milo stumbles to his larger feet and ignores the hefty weight of his balls and cock bobbing in the air as he drags himself out of his bedroom to find a mirror. He leaves sweaty footprints larger than any shoes he owns on the tile of the bathroom as he bumbles in. Leaning over the sink his lips quiver as he sees a razor clogged with hair darker than he feels he should have. Sooner than the doubts arrive they vacate as a thick, stubbled beard rapidly bursts onto his face. Looking up he smirks as he sees a thick mustache surges over his upper lip, looking just like the ones he appreciates, just like he has always been into. His eye twitches and he grunts as his hair retracts once more into something far more intentional and stylish. At the same time pecs suddenly bulge larger and hang lower as Milo leans heavier over the bathroom sink.

His eyes glaze over as complex thoughts once more become too elusive in the face of his rising lusts. Muscles bulge larger as his back and legs creak, stretching him taller as thighs and shoulders widen and continue putting on mass. Feet spread like fins on the floor as his hands widen and sweatily slide on the ceramic sink. His mouth continues to water as he inspects all these increasingly masculine changes and his cock continues to throb. Milo bites his lip as new sensations arise from his cock once more, this time the change is apparent as his foreskin regrows, making his cock look even thicker as its head grows hooded and he struggles not to immediately break into masturbation at the powerful image of his own seductive form.

Milo’s barely functioning mind struggles to argue for any reason to not just return to the immeasurable delights of gratifying his all-encompassing urges. He stays his hands for a moment before the greatest horror yet rears its head. A monologue begins in his mind that is not his own, that cannot be his own. Dull laughter echoes through his increasingly vacant mind as a voice even slower and deeper than that which sounds from his new vocal chords, “Yooo broo come onnnnn. Give up, give in. This is what you wanted, ‘s what we wanted huhuhuh.”

He feels a pressure in his balls as they almost churn with the otherworldly need that seemingly always flows through him. He can’t help but imagine the men he’s going to bed with his new endowment, how many cocks he’s going to take in his new powerful ass. Drool trickles from his lips through the dense black stubble that coats his face denser with each second, with each breath. Spit continues down the length of his more defined face before dripping onto weighty, similarly furred pecs. His heavier hands slowly creep towards the hardening cock standing tall and long from the jungle of pubes. Before he’s able to assist his thrusting hips however, his lusty haze is interrupted by his phone chiming. His mind immediately thinks it must be James which fills him with conflicting emotions of rage and giddiness. “Ohh bro maybe he’s inviting us over. It’s been toooo long since we fucked huhuh-”

Milo pointedly tries to ignore his hairier, bulkier reflection as he stumbles out of the bathroom to check his phone. Unfortunately he catches a glimpse which makes it all the more difficult to ignore the throbbing weight dripping, almost pouring, pre onto the floor. Despite it all he stands strong, quieting this other voice as it urgently tries to convince him to give in before he’s able to pick up his phone. In a final act of resistance, or perhaps impotence, he has the lofty idea of calling for help before his mind goes completely blank and, seeing the notification, he instinctually goes to his messages to find who texted him. It’s Juliet!

First his heart flutters before he’s absolutely confused at the sensation. She’s just his bestie? Weird. He shakes off whatever that was and gets on to reading the message, “heyy girlie- which of these do you want me to post? Oh ya and lmao, are you and james cool if I do the last one?” At the mention of James his pulse again races and there are butterflies in his stomach far more powerful than whatever bizarre feelings he had but moments ago. No time to dwell, Milo starts swiping through the images sent. They’re a photoset of their little group outing to a halloween party last week, the trio, Milo, James and Jules dressed up as a group, as X-men! Respectively dressed as Wolverine, Cyclops and Jean Grey.

He smirks as he starts chubbing up again thinking of how easily he was able to pass as the hairy beast. His eyes then return to see James’ bubble butt in trademark spandex, which only makes it harder to not lose control then and there, moaning as he imagines playing with that ass. Holding to whatever well of willpower remains within him Milo holds strong and keeps his hands above waist level. Finally he gets to the specific image Juliet mentioned, one of him and James messily making out on the dance floor. James yanks at the hairy Milo’s hair, visor half hanging off as Milo reciprocates by shoving his hand into James’ pants. Fuck that’s hot.

Without even touching his needy cock, without any pleading from the new voice in his head, without a single chance to hold back. Simply from seeing the steamy image of him and James, Milo’s mind is overrun with memories and desires of the new man he is. The man he ever was and always will be. And for the second time today, but not the last, he loses control. Cum splatters against his phone as his mind goes blank anew with rushing pleasure. Painting himself once more with his most-used utensil he laughs dumbly as he realizes how swiftly he just came. Almost with pathetic haste, though now he’s quite unfamiliar with any sense of shame. The voice that only just wormed its way into his head spills from his mouth as it fully and forevermore wrests control as the true Milo.

“Huhuhuh guess I should work on my hair trigger,” He grunts as he looks at his phone and texts back some variation of ‘girl that’s porn you can’t post that!!!’ he turns his mind where it goes more often than anywhere in his new life. He wonders what James is doing and immediately texts him. Waiting for a reply Milo heads off to the gym to get a pump in before presumably going to meet him, not worrying about cleaning up or covering his scent. The gym’s for smelling like a man right? He certainly wouldn’t mind if everyone else followed his lead huhuh. Milo bites his lip trying to ignore his hardening cock as he makes his way out of the apartment clad in too-tight, stained gym clothes.

Before he even makes it out the complex he gets a text from James and promptly changes course. Immediately Milo’s racing down the street to his lover’s apartment. Cock already snaking down his shorts and creating a stain at its nadir, Milo hopes he can keep his needy cock at bay until he makes it. Thinking of the alternative work out he’s to enjoy in bed with James, Milo struggles to not moan obscenely as he waddles as quickly as he can into the lobby of James’ building. Heart racing with excitement he can’t wait to see James in person. Jittery with nerves, it feels like he’s going to meet the man for the first time. Hah! Milo promptly ignores the idea and starts to get some stretching in before their session. Trying to practice mindfulness with a mind thicker than mud he quickly finds himself possessed with memories of their countless times fucking in the past. Easy enough as the pair have been doing so for years. Still nerves assail him as his cock continues to strain his shorts. As the elevator doors click open he smirks as he was able to make it this far without blowing his third load of the day. His cock throbs with anticipation for its release soon to come, and impatiently awaits each and every similar session to follow.

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He closed his eyes as his breathing became heavy, feeling the giant bodybuilder version of himself thrust into him, spreading his fat flabby cheeks as his fat python slithered its way in.

With each thrust he could feel his own member harden more, lengthening to a point it never had before- not stopping when he thought it would.

Longer.

His mirror whispered in his ear, it was a deeper voice but it was still recognizable as him. He felt himself shiver as his ghost became more aggresive, his member reaching nearly ten inches long.

Stronger.

Facing his clone in bed, he couldnt help but moan as he felt himself balloon with muscle as his fat melted away. Giving way to a tight muscular frame, his abs chiseling themselves.

Taller.

His newly minted legs grew longer, his ghost still plowing him. It felt so incredibly good.

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Piece of Jake

Logan has hated his body his entire life. Obese, gay, and a shut in have been a terrible combination for him. He decides becoming his sexy roommate Jake may be just what he needs to build up his confidence.

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I’ve had a crush on Jake for… well forever I guess. I guess that’s one of the perks of being a part of the same class every year since kindergarten; you get to see the cute boys become cute men. Then there was the downside of that, that anybody who bullied you from kindergarten will decide to do it until you graduate. They’ll do it for anything too; being gay, being fat, your race, your wealth. I was lucky enough to get 3 out of the 4 for about 12 years now. However, I’m ready for that to change.

See I was blessed with a fantastic combination of having a slow metabolism, and an anxiety which I decided to soothe with eating. The result has left me to be a 19 year old with a BMI of 42. And yeah, BMI is bullshit if you’re stacked with muscle, but I had the rolls and pudge to prove there was some truth to it. Combine this with the fact that I was more queer than a midnight premier of Rocky Horror, and I came out to be not the most popular guy in school. I thought that would all change once I went to college, but freshman year was hell. I essentially spent the entire time in my dorm room, locked up in the dark and playing video games. But, I guess it wasn’t all that bad.

See, back to Jake. Jake kept his status quo of being one of the top dogs from the ages of 5 to 18. Baseball star, debate captain, and voted “most likely to succeed” by our peers. Top all of that off that he was on of the few people who actually wasn’t a total ass to me, and you can see why I was head over heels for him. He was straight of course, and even if there was a touch of bisexuality in him, he would never be interested in me. Now color me surprised when I found out that not only were we going to the same college, but we got randomly assigned to be roommates in the dorms! I was astounded, it was like there really was an astral force looking out for me.

So for almost the entirety of our freshman year, we chit chatted here and there, but Jake was almost never home. Instead, he was working to get himself into one of the fraternities and move into the house. While I was sad to not have as much time to admire Jake as I would like, that did give me the opportunity to go through his stuff. Mostly his closet. Jake wore the usual clothes you’d expect, hoodies, jerseys, wrangler jeans and the like. However, being that he was on the baseball team at the college, I found his stash of jockstraps he wore for practice. And good god, thank goodness laundry day was only once a week. The other 6 days I had a full time supply of used jocks to sniff and fantasize with.

I even tried to put one of them on in a hormone-fueled rage, but my thighs were probably the same mass as his entire body, and I couldn’t get the damn thing on. The longer I admired Jake and saw him for who he was, the more my love for him grew. With that, so did my jealousy. Jake was everything I wanted. He was fit, cool, and could get any guy he wanted if he even batted an eye at them. My time alone did prove to give me an opportunity to do some research however.

See, I’ve tried for a long, long, long time to get fit on my own. Watching my diet, exercise, starving myself. But, nothing would work. That’s when I started to look for more, creative solutions. I came across a blog hidden deep on the web which talked about taking another person’s form. Most of these seemed bogus, but I had to try. I found one eventually from a user, “Magic_Mann_720” who shared a potion, once which he claimed could turn anybody into a bodysuit. I was about to just toss it aside, but after looking at my desk and seeing the empty bag of McDonald’s staring back at me, I said fuck it.

In all honesty, brewing a magic potion was easier than I assumed it would be, and after just a few short weeks of waiting for unusual supplies to arrive in the mail, I had a vial of the stuff at my whim. Now, who could I possibly give this to? No, not Jake. But also, maybe? Would that make me the worst person imaginable if I slipped this to him? He was one of the few good people I had come across, I couldn’t betray him like that. However, I saw one glimpse of his jock hanging from his hamper, and doubts crossed my mind. It was staring back at me, taunting me with how tight it fucking was. I had to wear it, and I only knew of one body it would perfectly fit.

He was like clockwork, especially early in the morning when he made his preworkout and went off to the gym at 6 in the morning. I set my alarm for 5:50, just early enough to slip the potion into his drink before he woke up and set off. It was of course impossible to wake up so early in the morning, but somehow I managed to silence my alarm without waking Jake.

I fumbled around in the dark and found his shake he made the night before. I had slept with the vial under my pillow, though I could barely sleep from the anticipation of my task today. Being careful to not wake him, I unscrewed the lid, dumped the contents of the vial into the jar, and shook it up. I had just laid back in my bed when his alarm woke him up. I kept my eyes closed, hoping to trick him into thinking I was asleep. I heard him stumble around the room, getting his bearings, getting dressed. I couldn’t resist popping one eye open to see his lithe frame as he found a tank and basketball shorts.

He was already wearing boxers, but if my plan went accordingly, he never would wear such loose fitting underwear again. I heard him grab his shake, and my heart began to race. The pop of the lid went off, and I strained my ears to listen to him drain the contents quickly and quietly. The lid closed and just as I heard the doorknob turn, there was the sound of heavy stomps. I opened my eyes a bit wider to see Jake stumbling around, trying to get his bearings.

“Hey… Logan?” Jake said weakly. I pretended to wake up and rose from bed, seeing him lean against his desk.

“Jake? You okay?” I asked him. He turned his head to me, panting.

“I d-don’t feel good man,” he said between breaths. “Get.. get help. Help.. me..” He slumped to the ground, and while I anticipated a loud thud as his jock body slammed to the ground, it was a soft thump, like that of clothes tossed to the ground. For a moment, I hesitated to creep any closer, afraid of what I would find. I mustered up the courage to turn on the bedside lamp and found a near horrifying site by the door.

There on the ground was Jake, but he was flat as a pancake. He arms and legs stretched out, head deflated, and the clothes he was wearing were atop of him in a pile. I tiptoed to the body, already feeling regret in what I had done. Fuck why did I do this to him? Was I really so driven by my own lust I essentially just killed a good guy?

My own footsteps were much heavier than Jakes, making the floorboards creek. I kicked at the body, the skin feeling as alive as ever, but made no movement of its own. I got on my knees, and with the tips of my fingers, grabbed Jake’s hair and pulled his head up. I was met with Jake’s face, his eyes now hollow sockets and mouth agape. I dropped the skin and scuttled back in fear. Fuck fuck fuck, it’s so god damn creepy! I took a few deep breaths and crawled on my hands and knees to the body once more.

I tried to be more confident this time, grabbing him by his shoulders, and pulling him up as I struggled to stand. Jake was of similar height to me, so once I was fulling standing, I leaned the face to my mine, the tips of his toes still slumped on the floor. You know, it’s less creepy now. Jake was always a cutie, and even as a husk of himself he was irresistible. It was too late now, and while I felt bad about what I had done, I did it with a purpose. The issue now was, how the hell did I fit inside? Speaking of, would I fit at all?

I pulled at his cheek and found it to be rather elastic. My curiosity piqued, and I pulled at the corners of his mouth, which stretched at least a foot wide when I put some effort in. That gave me an idea. I quickly took off my shirt and briefs, catching my reflection in the standing mirror as I did so. God damn it, I was so fucking fat. My stomach hung out in front of me, almost covering my pathetic cock. Ass was as wide as trailer, neck rolls which made it seem like my head sat straight on my shoulders. Tits bigger than most girls I went to school with. This was my last chance to do something about it.

I sat on my bed, laying Jake down in front of me like a pair of pants. Stepping one foot into Jake’s mouth, I stretched it further and further until my thick calves were encompassed by his lips. Grabbing at his chest, I pulled him further up my leg, already running out of breath as I did so. This was a workout on its own. I remember watching videos of guys slipping into wetsuits when I was a teenager, it was a slight fetish of mine. I loved seeing the neoprene cling to their slim figures. Those guys would go inch by inch yanking the suit further up them, so I went ahead and mirrored the practice.

I found doing so actually made the process easier. Soon enough, my foot aligned with Jake’s. I shimmied his calves to match mine, but it was so incredibly tight. It was like my leg was vacuum sealed inside of him, crushing the fat around my leg down to match his. I began to pant, scared I was cutting off all circulation. I was so scared to look down and see something horrific, but shot a glance and was amazed by what I saw. There, my right leg was pristine. It was a mirror image of Jake’s which I had stared at so often when he wore shorts. I wiggled my toes, and Jake’s did the same motion.

Kicking my leg around, the pain began to subside, and I could see up to my knee, it was like I had worked out my entire life. I could feel the beaming smile creep across my face as I stretched Jake’s mouth open wide again to shove my other foot inside. Now that I had some practice, my left leg was far easier to work with and soon enough, I had two sets of legs which were built from years of baseball practices and running. My thighs proved to be another issue entirely, practically twice the twice of my calves.

I stood up from the bed, almost falling over from my balance being so off. Grabbing at Jake’s stomach, I jumped up and down a few times, his skin stretching and sliding over me with his lurch. My I stuck my hand down the inside of Jake’s mouth, the feeling of my now erect cock sliding against the inside of Jake. Although I wasn’t generously endowed, it still hurt to have it crushed inside of him. I found Jake’s cock, and while deflated, certainly overshadowed mine in length and girth. With one hand on the outside, and the other inside, I guided mine into his like a sheath.

It was the most orgasmic feeling I had ever experienced. Jake’s cock went from looking like a flattened worm, to coming to full erection. He was at least seven inches long, and despite mine being half the size, somehow felt like it was filled entirely. It was beet red from anticipation, and while I wanted to cum right here and now, I had to finish what I started. I turned to the mirror once more, and was shocked by what I saw. From the waist up, I was still fat fuck Logan, but from the lower half, I was built like a god damn star. My new cock swung side to side, stiff as a board, and my ass, while squeezed in like a sausage, now was as perky as if I squatted 300 lbs. I turned and slapped Jake’s ass, watching as the taut skin slapped me back. All hints of cellulite gone.

Finally was the part I was most afraid of, my stomach. It hung over the edge of Jake’s body, the flap of my stomach going over Jake’s lips. I sucked it in, which did practically nothing. Taking one of my arms, I pushed it as far in as I could, and used my other hand to pull the lips of Jake’s mouth up. I groaned in pain, feeling like a rubber band was squishing me in and threatening to cut me in half. Somehow though, his head moved up and moved. It was by inches and incredibly painful. Once I reached my belly button, I found a system to make it easier. Moving him up further and further, I finally reached my chest before I had to fall onto the bed.

I was breathing heavier than ever, and drenched in sweat from what was left of my original body. I felt Jake’s, and he was as dry as ever, as he would never be worn out from such a task. I counted down from ten and hoisted myself up, catching my sight in the mirror. My moobs hung over Jake’s torso, but it was like I was wearing a skin corset. I rubbed my had over my new stomach, feeling how flat it was. In fact, I would even see the beginnings of a six pack bulging out. It was surreal, I don’t think I’ve been this thing since… ever. I took a deep breath and worked to shove each of my tits down Jake’s mouth.

Each of them was a chore on their own, but eventually, all that was left were my arms and head. I don’t know how that would work, but if I made it this far, it was certainly possible. It would be tough as I would lose an arm at a time trying to slide them in. Taking my right one first, I wriggled my fingers inside, pushing them down Jake’s like a skin tight glove. With each inch my fingers slid in, it was easier and easier as I gained Jake’s strength. Eventually, the fingers found their way into his. I pulled at his bicep, as stretchy as the rest of him, and snapped it into place, enclosing my arm.

I rushed to do the same with my left and with my newfound strength, found this section to be the easiest. I was almost done. Jake’s lips were around my neck, and I had to use his fingers to make sure he didn’t choke me. I glanced at the mirror, and found Jake with my head. I turned my body around, admiring his form. I had taken several sneaky glances at him as he changed, but to have full autonomy, to see his tattoo on his thigh, the way his veins popped in his hands, the curvature of his muscles, it was like I was being treated to a feast.

“Goodbye Logan,” I told myself. I don’t know if I would come back from this. Or, if I would even want to. I took a deep breath and shimmied his head up my own. The same tight sensation took over my entire headspace and it was like a migraine hit me. Using my hands, I smushed my face around, placing my nose into his, eyes, lips. I fluttered my eyelids and had to refocus my vision. Going to the mirror was a picture perfect reflection of Jake.

“Holy shit,” I said. Oh fuck, that was still my voice. I guess that wouldn’t have changed. I don’t know how I could pull off Jake’s voice, but I would have to practice it. I looked at the corner of my mouth, seeing my original lips peak through Jake’s. I took a finger, stretching and pulling it into place.

There, I was Jake. Fuck I was Jake! I laughed and rubbed my arms across my body, watching as Jake did it in the mirror.

I spent a good ten minutes trying different poses and watching as Jake bent to my will. Sniffing his pits, making funny faces, bending over and showing off my new hole to myself. That last one sent me over the edge and I knew I had to blow off the steam which had built up. I sat on the bed and hoisted my legs up, cradling the back of my knees in my hands. I could never have even thought about attempting that in my old body, but as Jake, I felt so lithe. My smile was beaming in between my legs as I puckered my hole. I had to see what this looked like. I wanted to see Jake be pathetic now. I twisted my face to match that of so many porn actors I had watched alone in this room.

“Ohhhh… oh fuck me daddy,” I said, begging, watching Jake’s eyes as they wished desperately for a fat cock to fill him up. I split into my hand and began to pump my new cock, already slick and slimy from precum. I stuck a finger in my mouth and wet it before sliding it over my hole and slicking it up. I had plenty of experience playing with my old hole, but I always struggled to get my arm in a position to really get deep in. Jake didn’t have that problem though. I started to finger fuck myself, watching as Jake became his own bitch.

“Oh fuck daddy, fuck me. Fuck me!” I yelled, the point of climax racing through my cock before I could even react. Laces of cum shot out and started to drench my body, reaching even to my face and getting into my hair. I pulled my finger out of my hole, let go of my cock, and felt it rest against my thigh. There in the reflection was Jake, covered in his own cum and looking like a bitch.

I giggled, knowing I should feel far more guilty about what I had done, but too high on my own bliss to care. After bathing in my glory, I decided to clean Jake up and explore his body some more. I grabbed one of his towels and left the room, still naked. Walking down the dorm hall to the bathroom, it was still dead silent. Logan would have been petrified at the idea of being caught naked by somebody, but Jake? Well Jake now hoped somebody would see him and be jealous.

Getting into the bathroom, I passed by Brad, another guy on our floor, who had a towel wrapped around his waist, still glistening from his shower.

“Jake, the fuck?” He asked. I couldn’t pull off Jake’s voice yet, but I gave him a pat on the shoulder and winked at him as I pushed past. For a second I caught a glimpse of him checking out my body before he shook his head and rushed out to his room. I went to one of the mirrors in the bathroom and knelt over, posing and kissing at myself. Jake was going to become a lot more playful it seemed.

I took my time in the shower, feeling every crevice of Jake’s body and feeling myself up. And of course, stretching out his hole some more to work him up to taking a real dick. Maybe by one of his new frat brothers I need to meet. Once I got back to our room, I knew there was only one thing left on my to do list of the morning. I went to Jake’s hamper and pulled out the jock which was mocking me just hours before. I sniffed at, Jake’s pheromones becoming mine.

I slipped both legs down and had no trouble at all this time adjusting my bulge and feeling the elastic hug my jock thighs. I snapped one of the bands, feeling a sheer run my spine as I did so. Slipping one of his black shirts on, I went for Jake’s phone, which thankfully could be opened with just his face. I snapped a few pictures for myself to look at whenever I pleased. Now, how about we download Grindr to it and see what this new body can pull?

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Chris shifted nervously in his seat as he waited for Leon at the park. “Leon... I really appreciate you coming out with me today” Chris said, his voice shaky but sincere. “It means a lot to me...”. He glanced across the table at Leon, his best friend since college. To Chris, Leon wasn’t just a friend. He was everything. Someone whose presence Chris craved… someone he’d loved silently for years, never daring to speak the words out loud...

But today was different. He had everything planned out, and he’d finally decided to confess what had been weighing on him for so long. Chris wiped the sweat from his forehead with slightly trembling fingers, his leg bouncing nervously under the table. His heart was in his throat. He had to say it. This moment had to happen…

“Aw, thanks, man. I didn’t have anything going on today, so I figured why not?” Leon replied casually, flashing that easy going smile Chris loved so much... “I was actually kinda worried about you. Is everything okay?”

No, everything is not okay, Chris thought. I’m about to spill my heart out, and I don’t know how the hell you’ll take it!

“Uhmm…” Chris felt sweat trickling down the back of his neck. His mind raced, trying to string the words together, but nothing came out. “Actually…” Leon’s expression shifted, concerned etching across his face. “Chris, you’re looking really pale.. What’s going on??”

“I... uhh...” Chris stammered. His mouth was dry, and the nerves were threatening to eat him alive… But he couldn’t back down now! He reached across the table, hesitating for just a second before grabbing Leon’s hand, gripping it tightly… His pulse hammered in his ears as he stared at their joined hands, unable to meet Leon’s eyes.

“I… I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a long time…”

Leon blinked, clearly confused by the sudden intensity. “Okay...??”

“I...” Chris’s voice broke, but he forced himself to keep going. “I love you, Leon…”

There. It was out. Fuck. The words hung in the air, heavier than anything Chris had ever said. Leon’s eyes went wide. His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he’d heard right. “Haha... yeah, I love you too, Chris. You’re my best friend…” Leon said, laughing nervously, cringing a bit at the awkwardness.

“No!” Chris’s grip tightened. “Not like that.” His voice was firmer now, even though his heart felt like it was going to explode. “I-I’m in love with you.. I want to be with you.” Leon froze, staring at Chris in disbelief. His mind reeled as the weight of those words settled in. He’d never seen Chris like this. So vulnerable. He wasn’t sure what to say, but he could feel the tension between them thickening, and for the first time, the silence felt suffocating.

“I’m really in love with you.” Chris said, his voice trembling as the weight of those words finally left his chest. Leon sat there, frozen, staring at him. Chris could feel the tension grow between them, the silence stretching out far too long... He braced himself, hoping for some miracle response, something that would make this whole terrifying moment worth it… But instead, Leon slowly pulled his hand back. The smile he’d worn before was gone now, replaced by a look of deep confusion and discomfort.

“Chris... I—” Leon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I-I don’t know what to say. I didn’t... I didn’t know you felt that way...” Leon’s face softened, but it wasn’t the kind of softness Chris was hoping for. It wasn’t love. It was a pity.

“Chris…” Leon began, sighing deeply, rubbing his hand over his mouth like he was trying to figure out how to break it to him. Chris’s stomach dropped. He already knew where this was heading, and he wanted to scream, to stop Leon from saying the words that would destroy him, but he stayed silent, bracing for the blow…

“Look, I love you, but not like that..” Leon said, his voice low. “I mean, you’re my best friend, and I care about you but I’m not… attracted to you like that.” Chris’s throat tightened, and his fists balled up under the table, nails digging into his palms. He looked down, his mind spinning, trying to hold himself together. He wanted to yell, to say something, anything… but all he managed was a broken whisper.

“Why…?” Chris asked, barely able to meet Leon’s eyes. “Why!?”

Leon shifted uncomfortably, glancing around like he didn’t want to have this conversation here, in public. But Chris was still staring at him, waiting, needing an answer.

“I don’t know... You’re just… you’re not really my type.” Leon finally said, wincing as he spoke. “I mean, you’re a great guy, but…” He trailed off, clearly struggling to put it into words.

“But what?” Chris pressed, anger and frustration boiling just beneath the surface. He felt stupid for asking, but he couldn’t stop himself. “I just don’t see you that way…” Leon continued, still avoiding eye contact.

“I’m more into... guys who look like they can throw me across the room, someone who is strong and confident y’know? A more... masculine type, I guess...”

Chris felt his chest tightening even more, and the anger bubbled over... “So what!? I’m not manly enough for you!?” His voice came out sharper than he intended, and the words stung even as he said them. He was hurt, deeply hurt, but anger was easier to deal with than the ache in his chest... “Just because I’m not some jacked up dude or whatever!?”

Leon’s eyes widened, “Whoaa hey! I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not trying to insult you or anything, it’s just... you’re not my ideal guy. You’re smart and all, but physically... you’re not my type, Chris.” He clenched his jaw, his vision blurring as tears threatened to spill. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop them, hating how humiliated he felt right now. Not his type. The words rattled around in his head, over and over, like some twisted mantra…

“So, it’s my skinny body, huh!? My nerdy face!? What, am I too much of a loser nerd for you!?” Chris’s voice was shaking with frustration. “I thought we had something deeper than that. But I guess I was wrong.”

Leon sighed again, looking like he wished he was anywhere else but here. “Chris, look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you!. I just don’t feel the same way you do. You’re still my best friend, and I don’t want this to change anything between us...”

Chris laughed bitterly, wiping his eyes. “Yea, right. You think we can just go back to being friends after this!? You think I can just forget that I put myself out there, that I told you everything, and you’re standing there judging me for how I look!? Screw you Leon!!”

Leon opened his mouth to respond, but Chris didn’t wait to hear it. He shoved his chair back and stood up, grabbing his bag. “I should’ve known better. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut!”

“Chris, don’t go!!” Leon stood too, but Chris wasn’t listening anymore. The sting of rejection, the embarrassment, and the frustration were all too much... He couldn’t stand another second in this room, in this conversation…

Without looking back, Chris stormed out of the park, the cold afternoon air hitting his face as he walked away. His heart was still racing, and all he could hear were Leon’s words echoing in his mind.

You’re not my type.

Chris walked back to his apartment, each step heavier than the last. His mind was swirling with everything that had just happened. Once inside, he slammed the door behind him, the loud bang echoing through the empty space. He stood there for a moment, fists clenched, still feeling a mix of anger, sadness, and humiliation burning in his chest…

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. His legs gave out and he collapsed onto the floor, sitting helplessly against the door. His head fell into his hands as he tried to process everything. The rejection, the shame, Leon’s words slicing through his mind like a knife. It didn’t feel real. Almost like it had all been some kind of twisted dream… but the sting in his chest reminded him that it was very real.

His heart wasn’t just broken. It felt like his pride had been ripped apart too. If only he looked like the kind of guy Leon would want, none of this would’ve happened. They’d be together right now... If he were taller, stronger, more rugged, anything but this… maybe Leon would’ve loved him back.

“I wish this never happened…”

Suddenly, a soft meow broke the silence… Chris froze. His heart jumped in his chest, startled by the sound. He looked up, and there, sitting a few feet away, was an orange cat. Its fur was thick and plush, almost glowing in the room. The cat’s head was slightly longer. It was wide, with sharp, high cheekbones, a square muzzle, and large, tufted ears that made it look otherworldly. Its green eyes locked onto Chris with an unsettling intensity as it slowly padded toward him… Chris blinked, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand.

His brain struggled to catch up with what he was seeing. How the hell did a cat get in here?? His windows were shut, and the door had been locked the whole time he was out. Before he could react, an omnious voice echoed in his mind.

“Oh, Chris... poor, poor you... You really don’t deserve any of that~ hahaha…”

The voice was smooth and dark, dripping with a twisted amusement that made Chris’s body run cold. He scrambled back a little, wiping at his tear stained cheeks, trying to put distance between himself and the cat. “W-What... what the hell!??” Chris stammered, his voice cracking, still raw from crying. His back hit the wall, and he pressed himself against it, staring at the cat in disbelief. “What... are you!!?”

The cat tilted its head slightly, green eyes glowing as if it found his reaction amusing. Chris could feel the presence of something... not right about this cat. Something mystical and dark was hiding behind those eyes… The voice purred again in his head, low and almost teasing.

“Oh, Chris... I’m just a demon here to help. Isn’t that what you want? To be someone Leon could love? Someone strong, someone worthy of his affection?”

Chris’s breath caught in his throat. He felt his whole body tense, the words cutting into him like they came straight from his own deepest thoughts. The cat stepped closer, its tail flicking lazily behind it as if it had all the time in the world. “I can give you what you want.” the voice continued, dark and enticing. “Make you into someone he can’t resist...”

The cat... smirked.

And then, with a sudden hiss and a swirl of a white smoke, the room was engulfed in a cloud of mist. Chris’s breath hitched as he pushed himself further against the wall, his eyes wide with panic…

Phooosh!

Through the swirling smoke, he saw a figure emerging. The cat was gone, replaced by something much more terrifying and yet, hot and sexy… When the smoke cleared, standing in front of Chris was a man. Tall, imposing, about 6 '2, his frame is broad and muscular.

He was shirtless, wearing only a white doctor’s coat hanging loosely off his sculpted body sleek leathery pants. His chest and abs were like they were carved from marble, every muscle defined and gleaming with an almost unnatural perfection... Deep scars traced along his abs and chest, giving him a dangerous edge. It was everything Chris had ever imagined Leon would want. Someone strong, masculine, undeniably sexy. Everything Chris wasn’t.

The man’s lips curled into an unsettling, mischievous grin. His eyes glowed a haunting shade of emerald for a split second before returning to a more human look, though the glint of malice never left. “I feel your desperation, Chris...” the man purred, his voice deep and dripping with amusement, every word laced with darkness. He stepped forward slowly, each movement graceful yet predatory, like a lion toying with its prey. “And it really, reaaally bothers me… Oh~”

Chris’s pulse quickened as the man came closer, towering over him. There was something deeply unsettling about this guy, his aura was magnetic, drawing him in despite the fear prickling in his gut… The mysterious man crouched down, bringing his face close to Chris’s. His breath was cold and teasing, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper as he leaned in. “My heart aches for you…” Chris’s throat tightened, his mind a frantic mess…

“W-W-What do you mean??” he stammered, his voice shaky and unsure. “W-What do you want from me!!? Who... who are you!!”

The man chuckled softly, his smile never faltering as he stood back up, looking down at Chris like a predator sizing up its prey. “Oh Chris..” he sighed, dragging out the words, a hint of teasing in his tone. “I’m someone who can help you. Someone who understands your pain.” His hand reached out, gently brushing a tear off Chris’s cheek with an almost tender touch. “I know what you want, what you really wish for...”

Chris flinched at the contact, instinctively backing away. But no matter how much distance he tried to put between himself and this stranger, there was no escaping the intoxicating pull of his presence… “You want to be the kind of man Leon could love, don’t you?” the man continued, his voice slithering into Chris’s mind. “Someone worthy of his attention? Someone strong... masculine... and perfect.”

Chris’s heart twisted painfully. The words were like knives digging into his deepest insecurities... Of course he wanted that! He’d been dreaming about it for years, wishing every day that he could be someone Leon would desire! The man’s smile widened, his emerald eyes glowing faintly once more.

“I can give that to you, Chris.” he said softly, his tone sweet and menacing. “I can make you into the man you’ve always wanted to be... The man Leon would fall for without question...”

Chris stared up at him, speechless, torn between fear and temptation. His brain screamed that this was wrong, that there was something terribly off about this whole situation. But his heart... his heart was whispering something else. What if it worked? What if this man could actually change everything? Before he could fully form a decision, the mysterious man interrupted his train of thought, leaning in closer with a grin. “I can show you what Leon wants in a partner~” he teased.

Chris blinked, startled. “H-How?” he stammered, his breath catching in his throat. Without another word, the man pressed his lips softly against Chris’s. The kiss was unexpected, and for a second, Chris froze, completely taken aback. But then, something happened…

A sudden jolt of electric pleasure surged through his body, leaving him gasping. His back arched involuntarily, his eyes rolling back as the sensation overwhelmed him... It was as if the world around him melted away, and Chris was plunged into a vivid, almost dreamlike state… Flashes of images flooded his mind. He saw a man, tall, dark, muscular, sexy... The kind of man Leon desires. His smile was perfect, his body sculpted like a demigod.

And then Chris heard it, Leon’s voice... Clear as day, his thoughts and desires playing out in Chris’s mind like a twisted movie reel. Leon craved this kind of man. Wanted him with every fiber of his being… And then, there was Chris. Leon’s thoughts about him were cold, dismissive, and painful. Chris could hear how little Leon truly saw him, how despite all his efforts, Leon never reciprocated the same feelings. He was just… there. Not desirable. Not enough.

The realization shattered Chris. He was trapped in Leon’s mind, forced to witness how he’d never measure up to the man Leon fantasized about. It was devastating, heartbreaking. And yet… there was something oddly blissful about it. Finally, the man pulled away, breaking the kiss. Chris gasped for air, his body trembling as he slowly returned to reality.

The man stood over him, grinning, clearly amused by what Chris had just experienced. “You saw and heard everything~” the man teased, licking his lips, as if savoring the emotions radiating off Chris. Chris looked away, his face flushed with embarrassment and shame. But there was something else too. Anger… Frustration… Defeat....

He hadn’t expected Leon to think so little of him, despite everything he had given. He felt exposed, as if his heart had been ripped open and left to bleed in front of someone who never cared. The man’s eyes sparkled with excitement, feeding off Chris’s raw emotions like they were ambrosias.

He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying every second of Chris’s heartbreak. “Mmm… your feelings, your pain... tasty~” he muttered, a sick grin spreading across his face. Chris’s breath hitched, the reality of the situation sinking in. This man was beyond dangerous… But there was no denying the gnawing desperation in Chris’s heart.

Despite everything he had just seen, the hurt and humiliation, he still wanted one thing, to be the man Leon wanted. To finally have Leon’s love… Slowly, Chris lifted his head and stared at the man with a mix of resentment and resignation.

His lips curled into a small, bitter smile. “So… w-what’s the catch?” he asked, his voice shaky but filled with desperation…

The man’s eyes gleamed, and a low, sinister cackle escaped his lips. This was what he’d been waiting for… Chris’s surrender. The final transaction that would seal the deal… His excitement was palpable, like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the one gift he’d been dreaming of.

“Oh, Chris…” the man grinned, his expression bright and maniac. “The catch is simple. I don’t need much…”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. “Just… give me your face!” Chris’s eyes widened in horror.

“M-my… my face??” he stammered, confusion and fear creeping into his voice.The man’s excitement grew, his eyes wide and wild with hunger.

“Yes! Exactly! Your face!” he exclaimed, his tone filled with glee, as if the request was the most natural thing in the world… His lips curled into an unsettling grin, and a bit of drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.

“Exactly! I want your face! I want to eat it!” Chris’s heart pounded in his chest as he recoiled in shock. He scrambled back, the words echoing in his mind.

This monster—this man or whatever he wanted his face?? His stomach churned with dread, and his mind raced to make sense of the insanity unraveling in front of him…

The man’s expression remained disturbingly cheerful, as if he’d just asked for something trivial, like a piece of candy. “You see, Chris…” he cooed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Your emotions, your despair, they’re like snacks and desserts to me. But your face… Mhmm~ that’s the main course!”

Chris’s body trembled, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. This was wrong. So wrong… But as terrifying as it was, part of him still clung to the hope that maybe, juust maybe, giving in would make everything better... He could be the man Leon wanted. He could finally be enough… The man crouched down in front of Chris, his gaze piercing.

“So, Chris… what’s it going to be?” He tilted his head, his voice almost playful. “Do we have a deal?”

Chris’s body moved before his mind could catch up. He subconsciously nodded, agreeing to the deal, but as soon as his head bobbed, a wave of panic washed over him.

Wait, no! I’m not ready! Not my face! Not like this!!

But it was already too late… The man clapped his hands in giddy excitement, his mischievous grin stretching across his face.

“Perfect! Let’s begin, shall we?” His voice was dripping with anticipation, as if he were about to unwrap the best gift ever.

Suddenly, Chris felt an invisible force lifting him off the floor. His back straightened unnaturally, his feet planted firmly on the ground, but he wasn’t in control. He could only watch in stunned confusion as his body began to change… His height shot up, bones creaking and cracking as he grew until he was eye level with the demon.

He could feel the stretch in his spine, his shoulders widening as if someone were pulling them apart from the inside. The cracking sounds should’ve been horrifying, but instead, it felt weirdly good…

A shudder of unexpected pleasure rippled through him. He looked down in shock as his feet grew larger, his calves swelling with muscle. His once twig-like legs were now thick and powerful, his thighs bulging as if he never skipped leg days…

“Unghh… ahhh…” Chris’s grunts escaped his lips, quickly shifting into moans that betrayed his mounting pleasure. The feeling was overwhelming, so intense.

His body twisted and morphed against his will, every shift of muscle and bone sending jolts of euphoria through him. He wanted to fight it, resist the changes but the sensations were too much. Too good…

The demon was reveling in the transformation, humming in delight like he was orchestrating the perfect symphony. To him, this was his playground of chaos and change. In his mind, classical music played, an ironic contrast to the raw, primal transformation happening before him…

Chris’s pants strained against his expanding legs until they couldn’t take it anymore. The seams tore with a loud rip, the fabric falling apart and leaving Chris standing in shredded tatters.

His once skinny penis was suddenly exposed, jerking to life in shock, throbbing against the air… Then came his torso. Chris’s flat chest and stomach rippled, something bubbling just beneath the surface, crawling inside his skin…

His moans deepened as he felt his abs harden, growing into thick, chiseled muscle. His pecs expanded, ballooning into firm, powerful slabs of muscle that stretched his skin tight. He looked down in disbelief, watching his once feeble frame morph into something that wouldn’t look out of place on a professional bodybuilder.

The man standing nearby, let out a low hiss of pleasure. “Mmm~ yeah… perfect… tasty!” he murmured, eyes locked on Chris’s growing form. “You’re going to be really hot!” Chris’s arms moved of their own accord, lifting into the air. His armpits tingled, and he gasped as thick hair sprouted, filling the space beneath his arms with a dense, bushy growth…

The smell hit him almost instantly, a pungent, intoxicating scent of pure masculinity. It was overwhelming, almost dizzying. His nostrils flared as the heady aroma filled the room, and for a moment, he couldn’t help but savor it.

“Ahhh… fuck yeah~ I love this smell!” The demon practically hissed in bliss as he took in the musky scent. Chris’s arms and hands, once thin and weak, bulged with newfound strength…

His biceps ballooned with muscle, veins pulsing as his body continued to grow, morphing into something entirely different. His head reeled, his eyes rolling back as the intense sensations overwhelmed him. Every inch of his body was being reshaped, and it felt so… so good…

He could feel his mind slipping, giving in to the sensations, letting his body change against his will… From his neck down to his toes, Chris’s body was completely transformed. He was massive now, built like a Greek demigod, with muscles that rippled with every breath. He looked like a bodybuilder, a sculpted masterpiece…

The man stepped back, admiring his handiwork. His smile was wide, eyes glinting with sadistic amusement. “Mmmm~ not bad, not bad at all~” he said with a mischievous grin. “But something’s still missing…”

Chris, still panting and reeling from the transformation, looked down at his massive, unfamiliar body. “W-What… have you done to me…” he whimpered, his voice shaky and thick with lingering pleasure.

He laughed, shrugged in an almost condescending manner. “Doing the deal, duh! I’m helping you out!” he replied, his face contorted into a mock expression of disbelief. “What did you think this was?”

Chris groaned, his lips parting as drool escaped from the corner of his mouth. His body was still buzzing from the overwhelming sensations, but deep down, something felt off… He looked at the demon, still confused, still unsure of what came next…

The man's smile widened, his tongue sliding across his lips as he eyed Chris’s face. “Don’t worry, Chris” he whispered, stepping closer. “We’re almost there. Just one more little adjustment~”

Chris’s heart pounded in his chest again. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what that “adjustment” was. His face… his voice… his identity, everything felt like it was teetering on the edge of complete destruction, and yet, he couldn’t stop. He was in too deep now…

His fingers trailed lightly across Chris’s cheek, his eyes glowing with that familiar, unsettling excitement. “Ready for the final touch?” Chris couldn’t answer. His mind was spinning too fast, trapped between the bliss of transformation and the terror of what was still to come…

The demon raised his hand, and before Chris could even process what was happening, a searing beam of emerald light shot from his palm, striking Chris’s face.

His body jolted, convulsing as the light overtook him. His eyes rolled back, showing only the whites, while a wave of golden tan washed over his skin, replacing the once pale surface with a rich, bronzed tone.

It spread like ink droplets in water, consuming his entire body… Chris could barely register the changes happening. His soft, scruffy facial hair disintegrated, falling to the floor like sand, leaving him baby smooth, clean shaven.

He felt his jaw shift, becoming sharper, more angular and defined, as if his very bone structure was being molded into something new. His glasses slipped from his face, clattering to the ground. His vision blurred momentarily, but as he blinked, his eyes twitched and adjusted, becoming rounder and brighter. His slanted, sleepy expression was gone… Thick eyebrows formed, framing his new, dreamy gaze, and his lips, once full, softened into a slightly thinner, more refined shape, a splash of pink tint appearing on them as they moistened and smoothed. His nose became more prominent, more defined, and Chris’s mind swirled with sensations as his teeth, once yellowed and crowded, shifted into place, shining white like a movie star.

“Ohhh… fuck yeah, that feels really good,” Chris mumbled, his voice dropping into a deeper, sexier tone, surprising even himself. His scalp tingled as his hair shortened, styled into a sleek, clean cut. His once graying hairs disappeared, replaced by a uniform patch of black hair. He could feel the tugging sensation as though someone was massaging his scalp, and his locks turned glossy, a faint masculine scent radiating from them. It smelled expensive, like an exotic cologne mixed with masculine sweat.

And then there was down there… Chris’s crotch throbbed with intense pleasure, sending shudders up his spine.

“Nnghh... unffff...” he moaned, his body overwhelmed by the sensation. His once skinny penis grew thicker, swelling with girth and power, his balls becoming heavy and full… Whitish fluid dripped from the pink head, slicking his shaft.

As the final touches were added, a golden cross chain materialized around his neck, settling gently against his now bronzed chest. Chris’s fingers instinctively rose to touch his face, running along his newly chiseled jaw, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"W-What happened?? My face...!" he stammered, still adjusting to the deepened tone of his voice. The demon laughed, he stepped closer, bringing their faces almost nose to nose.

“I hope you like how you look now~” he teased. Before Chris could respond, his face began to shift and shimmer, transforming into a mirror. Chris gasped, staring at his transformed self, utterly stunned by the drastic change. It was like looking at a different person, one that radiated strength, confidence, and sex appeal… His fingers traced his cheekbones, feeling the firmness, the masculinity. He glanced down at his rippling abs and bulging biceps, still in disbelief. It all looked so real. It felt so real…

“W-What about my face? I thought you wanted it? Did you… already eat it??” Chris asked, confused but secretly thrilled with his new form. He shook his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Not yet…” he replied with a wicked smirk. “I’m about to be!” Suddenly, Chris’s body jolted violently again.

His feet left the floor, hovering as his entire body tensed. His thick, muscular cock sprang to life, throbbing with an intensity he’d never felt before…

“Mmph...!” Chris grunted, his head thrown back as he strained, feeling something building, something about to burst from the tip of his cock… The demon’s eyes glowed, filled with hunger and anticipation. His mouth opened, drooling with lust. This was the main course he’d been waiting for… Chris groaned and strained, his body shuddering as he felt something emerging from the head of his dick. It was… an ear.

“W-What the heck?!” Chris moaned, barely able to comprehend what was happening. Bit by bit, more began to emerge, a forehead, then hair, Chris’s old face, his former self, was being birthed from his cock.

He strained harder, grunting and moaning as the face fully appeared, dangling from his tip like a grotesque yet surreal vision… His previous face, pale, nerdy and ordinary, and all, floated in the air, swirling as if caught in a gentle breeze…

Chris watched, horrified yet fascinated, as his old face danced through the room, carried by his own seminal fluid. Then, like a ravenous beast, his mouth unhinged, stretching impossibly wide. With a single, swift motion, he devoured Chris’s old face, his teeth crunching as he chewed. Chris winced at the sound, cringing as he heard the wet, sickening crunch… he licked his lips, a look of pure ecstasy on his face.

“Mhmm… delicious~” he purred, savoring every last bite. After a moment of eerie silence, he turned back to Chris, now fully transformed.

“Thank you for the transaction, stud~” he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, for the last final part!” His finger pressed against Chris’s forehead, and an emerald light filled his mind, swirling with new thoughts, new memories.

A new identity was being etched into his brain. He was no longer Chris Ligaya. He was Baron Dacara, a Filipino-American gym influencer and part-time model, living the high life in Metro Manila…

“My job here is done! This should work~” He chuckled, his body began to fade into mist. “Thanks for the face, stud~” With a soft *whoosh*, the demon cat disappeared, leaving Chris— no, Baron, alone in the room.

Still reeling from the transformation, he stumbled toward the bathroom, his new body still humming with energy. He needed to see himself, to confirm that what just happened wasn’t some insane hallucination… As he reached the mirror, his breath caught in his throat. Staring back at him was the face of a man he didn’t recognize, a man far beyond his craziest dreams. Muscular, hot, sexy and strong, masculine perfection…

“This… is me?” Baron whispered, his fingers brushing his perfect, bronzed skin. A slow smile spread across his lips.

It was unbelievable.

It was incredible.

It was… real.

Baron stared at his reflection in the mirror, still in disbelief.

"Wow... this is real..." he whispered, running his fingers over his new face.

Every curve, every angle was perfect, just like the man Leon fantasized about. He slowly flexed his massive arms, feeling the muscles rippled under his skin.

"Whoaa hahaha, this feels really great.. Holy shit!" he exclaimed, marveling at his shredded back and thick shoulders.

He flexed again, enjoying the newfound power coursing through his body. “Now I understand why Leon loves men like this…” he muttered with a proud smile.

Curiosity led him to lift his arm closer to his face. A wave of thick, musky scent hit his nose from his armpit, so intoxicating it made his cock twitch…

"Damn… this smell…" he muttered, feeling his excitement grow. His eyes trailed down, landing on his larger, thicker manhood.

The sight of it sent a thrill through him. He reached down, cautiously stroking it, savoring every sensation as he rubbed it up and down.

With a slow hand, he began stroking it, feeling the heat rise… "Ohhh..." he bit his lip, his mind drifting toward Leon.

He pictured Leon naked, imagining him submitting, worshiping every inch of his new, perfect body like a desperate little slut. The thought hit him hard, and a dumb grin crossed his lips. Wait, why did he just think that? It felt unusual for him to have such degrading thoughts about Leon... it felt strange, but somehow so natural at the same time, as if his mind had been rewired to embrace this new persona.

His moans grew louder, more desperate, until he reached his climax, exploding with thick, creamy cum. With a deep, ragged gasp, he came, his cock spurting thick, jelly like cum that coated his hand. He stared at it, stunned. "Fuck…" He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting it. It tasted... different. Rich, sweet, salty and coconutty.

Afterward, he grabbed his phone, snapped a quick selfie. “Goddamn, I look good…” He admired the photo, he felt a wave of confidence, no more insecurities… He was now the embodiment of desire and masculinity, everything he’d ever wanted to be.

[A few days later]

Leon sat at the café, his matcha latte in hand, absentmindedly swirling the straw. He let out a deep sigh, frustration evident on his face.

“Besh, how’s Chris doing now? Is he still with you, or do you guys totally break up?” his friend asked casually.

Leon shook his head, still agitated by the whole situation. “Honestly, I was worried about him, but no, I haven’t heard anything from him… I guess we totally ended… it wasn't really totally my fault right? He was being so weird kasi suddenly confessing his feelings to me?? To me? What's his problem, it really gives me the creeps… tch.”

“Right…”

Leon sighed again, staring at his drink. “I wanted to explain my reason but he was already defensive and angry at my rejection! I mean bro, seriously grow up! You're an adult! Be a real man! Like he expected me to be his boyfriend. What the hell was he really thinking!?”

His friend’s eyes suddenly widened, glancing over Leon’s shoulder. “Besh! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh... Look behind your back but don't be too obvious!! There's a super hot guy staring at us. Shit he's so sexy!”

Leon rolled his eyes, irritated. “What??” Still salty from the memory of Chris.

“Behind you! Just look!” His friend kicked his leg under the table.

“Okay, okay! Damn!” Leon turned around, annoyed, but when his eyes met Baron’s smoldering gaze, his heart nearly stopped. "Damn... that guy... he’s from my dreams…" Leon quickly turned back to the table, his face turning red…

“Besh! He’s totally hot, right!? Imma get his number or insta! He totally looking at us! Ow.. Besh! What happened to you??”

Before Leon could react, Baron confidently approached their table, swagger in every step like he owned the entire café.

“Hi!” he greeted, flashing a confident grin. “I see you look really cute” he added, giving Leon’s shoulder a light tap.

Leon was speechless, his jaw slack… Baron’s presence was overwhelming, dominant, yet familiar…

"Hey nice to meet you, I’m Baron. Can I.. slide to your dm?" Baron teased and reached out his hand, his eyes glinting with playful intent.

Leon’s hand trembled, causing his phone to slip from his fingers. In one swift motion, Baron picked it up. As Leon reached for it, his nose accidentally brushed against Baron’s hair, inhaling that intoxicating, masculine scent… The arousing aroma made his head spin, and his heart pounded as his face flushed red.

Baron leaned in closer, his gaze locking with Leon’s, as if peering into his very soul. Leon’s breathing quickened, his mind clouded with confusion and... longing desire. Something about this man felt so familiar, yet he couldn’t place it.

Baron tilted his head, flashing a charming smile. “So… can I be your date?”

Meanwhile, in his private chamber, the demon cat watched the entire interaction unfold on a massive screen like a security camera, smirking to himself… He rolled his neck and let out a satisfying grunt and sigh, he shape shifted into Chris, and with a satisfied grin, he licked his lips.

"Another great job well done~" he mused, adjusting his glasses with a sinister chuckle…

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Ghosthead

Shortly after moving into a new apartment, Brock began waking up with that after-sex feeling. Like, someone had sucked and fuck the load out of him while he slept. He figured his boyfriend was doing some kinky necro shit, but his boyfriend firmly denied it.

Assuming his boyfriend was lying, Brock set up a hidden camera, hoping to catch him in the perverted act. However, when Brock went over the footage the next day, he was beyond shocked at what he found.

Not only was his boyfriend telling the truth but there was no one else in the room with Brock—no one human that is!

What looked like his blanket moving on its own was actually the work of their apartment's other tenant: a translucent busty specter with an insatiable hunger for living man meat!

Never in his wildest dreams did Brock suspect a ghost to be the culprit—a shapely one a that! She moaned like a siren, taking every inch of his throbbing morning wood into her tight wet ghost pussy. He found it weirdly hot watching her slurp on his fat gay cock until he busted. She swallowed it all, just like a slut! After which she flirtatiously blew a kiss at the hidden camera and then dematerialized.

Brock was stunned and so was his boyfriend after seeing the footage. However, instead of being scared or alarmed, they did the more typical male response to finding out you're haunted by a ghost slut: they whipped out their hard gay cocks and seductively called for her. Naturally, she emerged, licking ghostly plump lips in horny anticipation.

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Leather Bound

Ethan Matthews had always been sure of who he was—straight, muscular, and confident, with a clean-cut look that had never failed to turn heads. At 6’2” and with a powerful build honed from years in the gym, his life was simple and satisfying. He was the type of man who thrived on routine, his days filled with work, workouts, and the occasional casual date.

But when Kyle, a regular at the gym, invited him to a bar one night, Ethan’s world began to shift. He hadn’t expected Kyle to mention it was a leather bar—let alone a gay leather bar. At first, he’d been hesitant, but Kyle had brushed it off casually. “Just come out, man. It’ll be fun. You might learn something new,” he had said with a grin that made Ethan curious enough to tag along.

As they entered *The Hideout*, the atmosphere was nothing like what Ethan was used to. The room was filled with the rich, intoxicating scents of leather and cigar smoke, and the air hummed with a strange energy. Muscular men in leather jackets, pants, and boots leaned against the bar or lounged in booths, their eyes flicking toward Ethan with interest.

Kyle handed him a drink and encouraged him to relax, but something in the room had Ethan’s blood humming in a way he couldn’t explain. He tried to shrug it off, but he couldn’t help the magnetic pull he felt toward a large mirror at the back of the room. Drawn to it, he made his way over, his heart pounding in his chest.

Then, he saw him.

The man in the mirror was everything Ethan had thought he admired—tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding an aura of raw masculine power. He was dressed head to toe in tight black leather, from his perfectly fitted jacket to the gleaming leather pants that clung to his muscular thighs. His thick beard, well-groomed and dark, framed a face that was both rugged and striking. A BLUF cap sat atop his head, completing the look of dominance and control.

For a moment, Ethan felt a pulse of desire he couldn’t understand. He was drawn to this man, to the way the leather hugged his body, to the confident, commanding energy he exuded. A low, primal need stirred within him, something that he had never felt before. His eyes traced the man’s powerful frame, lingering on the tightness of his leather pants, the curve of his muscular ass, the bulge straining against the front of his pants.

Then it hit him—the man he was staring at was *him*.

Ethan’s breath caught in his throat as he stumbled back, his body trembling with shock and something else—desire. He blinked, trying to make sense of the impossible. He had come into the bar wearing his usual gym clothes, but now, somehow, he was dressed in leather, transformed into the very image of the man who had captured his attention. The reflection staring back at him was himself—yet it wasn’t. This man, this leather-clad figure, was something new, something darker, something more… *primal*.

His hands moved instinctively to his body, running over the smooth leather that now covered his chest and arms. It felt incredible—soft, supple, and yet so commanding. His fingers grazed the beard that now framed his jawline, thick and full, giving him an air of rugged masculinity he had never known. His heart raced as his hands moved lower, feeling the tightness of his pants, the powerful muscles of his thighs encased in leather. He had never felt this way before—so powerful, so raw, so *alive*.

But it wasn’t just his body that had changed. A deep, primal hunger surged through him, and it was centered on one thing—his cock. Ethan’s eyes widened as he glanced down at himself, his breath quickening. The bulge in his leather pants was larger, more pronounced than he had ever seen it before. His cock was growing, thickening, swelling with an undeniable need. He could feel it pulsing, pressing against the leather, demanding attention. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to bear.

With trembling hands, he reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from the confines of the leather. What he saw made him gasp—his cock was huge, far larger than it had ever been before. Thick veins ran along its length, the head swollen and flushed with arousal. It throbbed in his hand, heavy and full, aching with a desire that consumed him.

A deep, guttural groan escaped his lips as he stroked himself, the sensation of his leather-clad body and the tightness of his grip on his cock driving him wild with lust. His mind was a blur of primal need, his previous thoughts of who he was dissolving in the heat of his arousal. He wasn’t just Ethan anymore—he was someone else, someone more powerful, more dominant, more in control of his own desires.

His strokes became faster, more frantic as his cock pulsed in his hand, thick and dripping with precum. The smell of leather and sweat filled his nostrils, mingling with the heavy scent of his own arousal. He could feel the tension building in his body, every muscle taut, his mind lost in a haze of erotic pleasure.

In the mirror, he watched himself—a primal, leather-clad beast stroking his massive cock with abandon. The sight of his own transformation, the power radiating from his new body, sent him spiraling closer to the edge. He groaned again, louder this time, his voice deep and rough, filled with an animalistic need.

Kyle appeared beside him, watching with a knowing smile, his eyes dark with lust. “I told you, man. Leather changes everything.”

Ethan’s body convulsed with pleasure as he pumped his cock harder, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. His reflection—this new version of himself—only fueled the fire inside him, the primal need to claim this new identity, to embrace the man he had become.

With a final, guttural moan, Ethan came, thick ropes of cum spurting from his cock, coating his hand and the mirror in front of him. His entire body trembled with the force of his orgasm, the leather clinging to his skin, amplifying every sensation. As the waves of pleasure subsided, Ethan stood there, panting, his cock still throbbing in his hand, his reflection staring back at him with a knowing smirk.

This was who he was now—this leather-clad, powerful man, driven by primal desires he had never known before. Ethan had walked into the bar as one man, but he had left as someone else entirely. The transformation was complete, and there was no going back.

And as Ethan looked at himself one last time, the smell of leather and sex thick in the air, he smiled. This was who he was meant to be.

**Title: "Leather Bound"**

A couple of hours had passed since Ethan’s transformation, but the intensity of it lingered in the air like the thick scent of leather that clung to his skin. The night was electric, the crowd of leather-clad men growing as the bar thrummed with a primal energy Ethan had never felt before. He stood by the bar, still getting used to the weight of his new persona, his cock spent but his mind swirling with desire.

He caught a glimpse of a man in the corner of the room—a tall, burly figure, exuding confidence. The man was lighting a cigar, the flame flickering briefly before the ember glowed in the dim light. He brought the cigar to his lips and took a long, slow drag, releasing a thick cloud of smoke that curled around him like a haze of power. His eyes flickered toward Ethan, locking onto him with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

Ethan swallowed hard, feeling the heat of the man’s gaze like a physical touch. His heart pounded in his chest as they exchanged glances—fleeting at first, then more deliberate. The man’s eyes traveled over Ethan’s body, taking in the way the leather jacket molded to his chest, the way his pants clung to his thighs, the way his BLUF cap sat low on his head. The man’s lips curled into a smirk, and he took another drag from his cigar, the smoke swirling between them.

The exchange was subtle, yet charged with something Ethan couldn’t ignore. His body responded instinctively, his skin tingling with the memory of his earlier transformation, his cock stirring again in his tight leather pants. The man beckoned him with a tilt of his head, his eyes dark and commanding.

Ethan found himself moving toward him without thinking, the pull of the man’s presence too strong to resist. As he approached, the man’s smirk widened. He didn’t speak at first, just blew another cloud of smoke into the air, watching Ethan with a lazy, dominant confidence that made Ethan’s pulse race.

“What’s your name?” the man asked, his voice deep and smooth, filled with authority.

“Ethan,” he replied, his voice betraying his nervousness.

The man chuckled softly, taking a final drag from his cigar before placing it between Ethan’s lips. “Here. Take a puff.”

Ethan hesitated for only a second before closing his lips around the cigar, drawing in a deep breath of the thick, smoky flavor. It hit him hard, the smoke filling his lungs and sending a rush through his body. He exhaled shakily, his eyes never leaving the man’s, who now loomed over him, his presence overwhelming.

“Good boy,” the man murmured, his voice low and approving. He placed a large hand on the back of Ethan’s neck, pulling him in closer. Ethan’s breath caught as the man’s lips brushed against his, the taste of cigars and leather on his tongue. It was intoxicating, primal. He leaned into the kiss, his body responding without thought, the earlier dominance he had felt slipping away as the man’s tongue explored his mouth.

The kiss deepened, and Ethan felt his knees grow weak as the man’s hand slid down his back, pressing him closer. His own hands, trembling with anticipation, found their way to the man’s chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles under the leather. The scent of cigars and sweat filled his senses, and all he could think about was submitting to this powerful figure in front of him.

The man broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at Ethan. “You like being told what to do, don’t you?”

Ethan’s heart raced. He could barely form words, but he nodded, his body responding instinctively to the man’s command.

“On your knees,” the man growled, his voice rough and demanding.

Ethan obeyed without hesitation, dropping to his knees in front of the man. His hands shook slightly as he looked up, his eyes locking onto the bulge straining against the man’s leather jockstrap. The sight of it made Ethan’s mouth water with desire, the primal hunger inside him roaring to life once again.

“Unzip it,” the man ordered, his voice low and authoritative. “With your teeth.”

Ethan’s pulse quickened as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over the man’s body as he reached the zipper with his mouth. His hands gripped the man’s thick thighs for balance, and his heart pounded in his chest as he carefully took the zipper between his teeth, slowly pulling it down. The sound of the zipper unfastening seemed to echo in the room, and with each inch he pulled, his arousal grew stronger, more desperate.

When the zipper was fully undone, the man’s cock sprang free, thick and heavy, pulsing with need. Ethan hesitated for a moment, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he stared at the impressive size of the man’s shaft, but the man’s hand in his hair snapped him back to reality.

“Good boy,” the man whispered, his voice a dark purr. “Now, show me what that mouth can do.”

Ethan’s mind went blank with desire as he leaned in, his lips brushing the man’s cock, the heat of it filling him with a need he couldn’t control. He took the head into his mouth, the salty taste of precum hitting his tongue as the man groaned in approval. Ethan’s cock twitched in his pants, straining against the leather as he worked, his mouth moving in slow, deliberate motions, savoring every inch of the man’s thick length.

The man’s grip on Ethan’s hair tightened, guiding his movements as he began to thrust his hips slowly, pushing deeper into Ethan’s mouth. The room seemed to spin as Ethan surrendered completely, his body no longer his own. He was consumed by the man’s presence, the smell of cigars, leather, and sweat overwhelming his senses.

Every time the man pushed deeper, Ethan’s body responded with a rush of pleasure, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he knelt there, completely submissive. His hands gripped the man’s thighs tightly, his mind lost in the haze of lust and obedience.

As the man’s breathing grew heavier, his thrusts became more urgent, and Ethan knew he was close. His own cock was leaking inside his pants, the leather growing damp with his arousal. He wanted this, needed this—needed to submit, to give in fully to the man’s power.

With a final groan, the man came, thick ropes of cum filling Ethan’s mouth. Ethan swallowed greedily, his mind hazy with lust, every part of him consumed by the act of submission. The man pulled out slowly, his hand still tangled in Ethan’s hair, tugging slightly as he looked down at him.

“You did good, boy,” the man murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. He reached down, brushing his thumb across Ethan’s swollen lips, smirking as he wiped away the remnants of his cum. “I think we’ll have to do this again.”

Ethan, still kneeling, nodded, his heart racing, his body buzzing with the satisfaction of being dominated, of submitting completely to this new world of leather, cigars, and primal lust.

And in that moment, Ethan knew—there was no going back.

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the-daily-body · 9 days ago

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The New You

[a reward story for someone who wrote me a hot tf scenario]

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You sat in the park on your break from work, staring at your driver's license. Trying to remember if another name had been written there before hand, if the picture was every different. You couldn't put your finger on it but you had this nagging feeling like it used to be different, like you used to be different.

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A week ago you remember going on a small sail boat cruise, just spending 3 days on a sail boat on a lake, nothing too extreme, but you dont remember YOU being there.

The day started off pretty normal, with you getting on the boat with a few mates, but you don't remember what you looked like in the mirror that morning. You remember sailing out and sitting on a chair feeling the sun beat down on your face making you sweat and tan, which was almost impossible for your arab complexion.

maybe you didn't tan, maybe your skin was always this dark, but you do remember your body itching like crazy, and hair sprouting all over your legs arms and chest, you remember being smooth before going sailing but...no you had always been this hairy, your arab heritage made sure of that.

Something you do remember though is the feeling of swelling strength as your biceps started hugging you sleeves and your pecs pressed out on the fabric until the buttons split open and your muscular body heaved out of it...

You remember because crew member brought you a new pair of clothes because yours had been destroyed...by..destroyed by....you couldn't remember you probably just split some wine or food on the shirt, plus the clothes the crew brought you fit your perfectly and they were from your bags so...surely your body hadn't changed at all.

You remember the clothes fit perfectly and they had to be yours because you were able to take them home, they suited your body perfectly, almost tailor made so there was no way you could have changed, you didn't change, you couldn't have...besides if you changed why did you remember being arab your entire life.

There was definitely no way you could have changed, if you had your friends would have been shocked and lost their minds, not making fun of the small but potent amount of BO constantly hanging in your pits and pointing out the sweat marks on your tank top around your lats, no this is the stuff they have done to you since your first year of uni.

yeah...nothing out of the ordinary here.

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You sit in the park staring at your drivers license and chuckle as you slap it rapidly against your palm, maybe you were working too hard. It would be impossible for you to of changed over a weekend trip and had the entire world change with you.

You no, often the simplest answer is the truth, You had always been named Hamza, you had always been like this, you just needed a break from work is all.

Maybe another trip on that lake boat, and this time you could bring some of your white friends instead of your squad of arab blokes you grew up with...yeah, that'd be nice...

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the-daily-body · 9 days ago

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お金稼ぐ俺らはスター

It’s been a long Friday. I finally clock out late at night, dead tired... and all I want is a hot shower and my bed. I drag myself back to my apartment. First thing I do is head straight for the bathroom. God, I need this...

After the bath, I feel a bit more human. I throw on some sweats and cook up my favorite Nakiryu Tantan ramen. Quick, easy and delicious. It’s one of the few simple pleasures I can rely on...

Anyone who looks at me would think I’m just your average 20-something Japanese salaryman, another cog in the corporate world. Everything about me screams “boring”, “average” or “nothing special”. My life is as routine as it gets... But there’s a side of me not many people know about. Especially not my colleagues.

You see, actually I’m a huge hip hop fan. Always have been. Pretty obvious especially when you come to my apartment and see those posters on my walls, haha. I don't know... it’s something that makes me feel alive, something that feels real when everything else just feels… monotonous? Does that make sense?

It’s been my thing ever since I was a middle school kid, even though my mom would lose her shit whenever she heard them in my room. Good times. Hip hop was my escape, still is... And the Japanese hip hop scene is insane, I love it. And I’ve always wanted to be part of it, to be a rapper.

Thing is, I’m actually not half bad.. I’ve written a few songs and even recorded two tracks, all under an anonymous name cause there’s no way I’m letting my company find out! And to my surprise, people actually liked my stuff... Got a decent amount of plays.

But, well, life got in the way. My job’s been sucking the energy out of me, and I haven’t had the time to rap or write anything new in a while. Feels like I’m losing a piece of myself, but what can I do? Gotta pay the bills 🤷🏻‍♂️

With a sigh, I open my laptop and pull up my usual spreadsheet. That’s my nightly routine, check the data, make sure everything’s correct. It’s tedious as hell, but it pays the rent.. To get through it, I press play on track by KOHH “Team Tomodachi” in the background.

KOHH's, or better known as Yuki Chiba, music always chills me out. And honestly, he’s a huge inspiration. His laidback style, the way he tells mundane or simple stories in his songs, everything I write is influenced by him.

I lean back on my wall, stretching my sore feet under my kotatsu and letting the beat wash over me. Man, wouldn’t it be so sick if I could be like him, just for a day…

I scroll through my Twitter feed, half paying attention, just needing a break from the numbers. That’s when something catches my eye.

“Hm?”

“PECO STAR ✩ バーバー ✩ 20 % OFF SPECIAL ☆ Sick and tired of your old self? Want to be someone new? Make a new identity to run away? Welcome to PECO STAR Barbershop! (＾3＾)/~ Where we don’t just style hair, we craft new identities! 💈✂️ Step into our chair, tell us your desires and we’ll make it happen! 20% off for our first customer! (＾3＾)/~ Your new identity awaits… if you dare~ #PECOSTAR #TransformYourself”

Yeah, right. Probably just some gimmick barbershop trying to pull in customers with flashy marketing, heh. But.. something about it gets my attention... Curiosity takes over, and before I know it, I’m clicking on their profile. The first thing I see is a “before and after” video.

“This 42 year old man from Kamakura is a die hard Shohei Ohtani fan! Watch him transform into the legend himself~ 😁 IT'S SHO TIME!!”

"Heh, they probably just gave him the same haircut or something—"

WHAAAT

I spit my ramen, splattering soup everywhere. No way... There's no fucking way!! This guy didn’t just get a haircut… he looks exactly like Shohei Ohtani!! I’m talking exactly! Like a carbon copy. This has to be fake, right?? AI or something!

I scroll through their feed, trying to figure it out, but it’s the same clip posted over and over. This can’t be real... There’s no way a barbershop could pull off something like this! Deepfake?? Or an insane editing?? I replay the clip over and over, scrutinizing every second, searching for anything off, anything to prove it’s not legit...

Ding!

“Huh?”

A DM? From the barbershop?

“Hello, new customer!! 😆 Thanks for checking out our page!! Are you interested in making an appointment? We can bring out the real you, the person you’ve always been hiding behind.”

What the… my skin prickles. Okay, this is weird. How the hell did they message me so fast? And that last line… it hits a little too close to home...

Ding!

“You love to rap right?? 😄”

I drop my phone, pulse quickens. How the hell do they know that!?

The spicy heat of the ramen completely forgotten. The temperature in the room seems to drop, or maybe it’s just my nerves. Something’s definitely off with this place... Way off!

I gulp as I stare at my phone, my thumb hovering over the reply button. How the hell does this person know I’m even checking out their page... I hadn’t clicked anything, hadn’t interacted with any replies. Yet another message pops up, almost as if they’re reading my mind:

“Come tomorrow! I already booked you an appointment! And don’t worry, it’s free cancellation. If you don’t come, you won’t be charged but… you’re gonna regret it~ I’m only available tomorrow! 😉😏”

My heart races a little. The audacity. Who does this person think they are? Booking me an appointment? But still what if... what if they really can transform me? I shake my head and close Twitter. This is ridiculous! I go back to my spreadsheets, trying to focus, but the thought lingers in the back of my mind.

What if they really can?

The next day, I sleep in, like I always do on Saturdays. I go about my usual routine, buying snacks, hitting the grocery store, just the mundane stuff.

As I’m wandering through the shōtengai, something catches my eye. A weird, glowing storefront that looks completely out of place. Neon lights flicker in the windows and door, but oddly, there’s no one around. I stop in my tracks.

“Peco star... wait. What the… that’s the place!”

I move closer, trying to get a look inside, but it’s empty. There’s nobody behind the counter, no customers sitting around. Just… nothing. The unsettling vibe creeps over me, like I’ve stumbled into a part of the city that shouldn’t exist. I glance around, and it’s like the whole street just faded into the background. There’s no one walking by, no noise from the nearby shops. Everything feels still...

I step closer peering inside, I try to see if anyone’s in there. The door suddenly slides open with a sudden whoosh!

“Fuck!” I jump back, startled.

“Ah, welcome!”

A woman younger than me steps out from behind the counter, smiling at me. She’s got emerald green hair tied up in a bun, glasses perched on her nose, and this warm, expectant look, like she’s been waiting for me all along. The place looks like an old school Showa era barbershop, but there’s only one chair.

“I’ve been expecting you!” she says, practically beaming.

“Uh…” I blink, caught off guard.

“Go ahead, have a seat. I’ll prepare everything for you!” she says, waving toward the single chair in the center of the room.

“But I—”

“Hm? Don’t you need a haircut, sir?” She tilts her head, still smiling, her tone innocent but something about it feels off...

I mean… she’s got a point. My hair’s getting kinda long, and honestly, I could use a trim. But I can’t shake the uneasy feeling creeping over me. This whole setup is just… strange. Despite my brain screaming at me to turn around and get the fuck out, my feet betray me. I find myself walking toward the chair, my body moving on autopilot.

Before I know it, I’m sitting down, staring at the wall, confused as hell.

“Where’s the barber?” I ask, glancing around.

She lets out a light laugh. “Oh, it’s me! Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

I chuckle nervously, unsure whether to trust her. She looks harmless enough, but a part of me isn’t so sure... As much as I want to stand up and bolt out of there, the chair is weirdly comfortable, like it’s holding me in place.

“Did you… did you DM me last night?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

She nods, her grin widening. “Mhmm, yeah.”

“How did you know I was checking out your page? And…” I trail off, waiting for her to explain, but she just hums to herself, ignoring my question as she prepares her tools, still smiling like this is all normal.

I shut my mouth, not wanting to push her too hard. I feel like I annoy her. God, this is so weird... Why am I even here!

She walks over, standing behind me, her fingers brushing through my hair. “So, what kind of hairstyle do you want? Or… who do you wanna be?” she asks, her tone playful, but her smirk gives me chills.

I shiver as her fingers run through my hair, sending little shocks of warmth through my skin. Her touch feels strangely good. I try to focus, thinking about her question. What kind of cut do I want? A side part? Ugh, too boring. A buzz cut? No, too drastic...

But then her words echo in my mind: Who do you wanna be?

“Oh, right..” I mutter, snapping back to the moment. “Is it true? Can you really completely transform people?”

She nods, still smiling.

“You’re lying!” I blurt out, half laughing. “There’s no way that guy turned into Shohei Ohtani. Come on!”

“Nope!” She giggles. “I can show you proof!”

Before I can protest, she pulls out her phone and taps through a few videos, then holds it up for me to see.

I stare at the screen, my jaw dropping. It’s the guy from the video, standing next to the real Shohei Ohtani, both of them grinning like it’s no big deal. They’re laughing, chatting, and Ohtani isn’t even phased by the fact that this random dude looks exactly like him...

What the actual fuck!

“I know it’s hard to believe, but here’s your chance to see for yourself.” she says, tucking her phone back in her pocket. I lean back in the chair, my mind spinning.

Everything about this is insane! But as I sit there, feeling her fingers comb through my hair again, the line between logic and possibility starts to blur. Maybe… just maybe, I should just give it a shot...

She leans in, her voice is soft but teasing, “Is there a particular person you want to be?”

I freeze for a second, heart skips a beat. I hadn’t really thought about it like that, not seriously… But now that I’m here, in this strange chair, with this strange woman who seems to know about me, it feels like maybe it’s possible…?

My mind races. Who do I want to be? I scroll through the mental list of people I admire. Then, just like a spark, a face flashes in my head clear as day. Him. The man who’s inspired my music for long time, whose music I really like.

Without hesitation, I grab my phone, excitedly pulling up a picture.

“Is it… is it possible?” I ask, my voice cracking with doubt but also a flicker of hope. “Can you make me look like him??”

She glances at the screen, her eyes twinkling. A knowing smile creeps across her face, and she nods, almost like she was expecting this.

Before I can say anything else, she moves swiftly, almost too fast to register. One moment I’m sitting there, gripping my phone, the next, swooosh, she’s draped a cape around my neck.

“Wait, wha—” I start to ask, but then she sprays my face with this cool mist. The droplets hit my skin like and instantly, the scent floods my senses. Cypress, sandalwood… it’s so calming. The fragrance is earthy soothing every nerve in my body.

My eyes roll back slightly, and I let out a quiet sigh, sinking further into the chair. It feels like I’m floating, completely relaxed. My thoughts start to blur, the lines between who I am now and who I want to be fading like the mist on my skin.

“Just breathe…” she whispers, her voice far away but comforting. The coolness of the mist spreads through me, and all I can do is follow her command, breathe. Every inhale pulls me deeper into this strange, blissful calm. And all the doubts and suspicions melt away…

She grabs her shaver, and I feel the cold metal glide against my scalp. Snick, snick, snick. Each stroke buzzes through me, as she effortlessly trims away my longer messy hair. I can feel the breeze on the back of my head, cool, refreshing, and exhilarating.

Then she straightens my chair, positioning me carefully as if setting the stage for something bigger. Her finger drawing something on my newly shaved scalp. It’s a strange sensation... like she’s etching a design with intention and precision.

"What are you doing?" I mumble, still lost in the haze.

“Just making the tattoos like him."

Wait, what?? Tattoos? I tense for a moment, but her touch is so soothing, my body just melts back into the chair.

She holds my head firmly, and I feel her start to draw on my forehead.

“Are you using a pen for temporary tattoos?”

She laughs softly with me. “Nope, it’s the real thing. You might not feel the usual stabbing sensation, but this pen is permanent. And I can recreate every tattoo he has."

Permanent... The word echoes in my mind, but for some reason, I just trust her. There’s something about her calm demeanor and focus that convinces me to let her continue. It’s like I don’t even have a choice...

Then she starts rubbing like oil? All over my face, massaging it deeply into my skin. Her fingers press hard into my cheeks, making me wince slightly in pain, but at the same time there’s this strange arousal... It’s like she’s reshaping me, molding my face into someone else.

Her hands work their way to my nose then eyes, reshaping it like clay. I don’t even understand how she’s doing it, but it’s as if my face is literally melting under her fingertips. When she moves to my lips, a tingling sensation spreads across them, making it even harder to stay composed. I’m hard down there. Then she grabs a false mustache and glues it on my face, it tickles my skin.

She continues her work, drawing more tattoos across my body, and I can only moan in bliss. The sensation is unreal, both relaxing and arousing. As she finishes, I feel like a different person, as though this whole process is pulling out a new persona from deep inside me...

Then she lifts my arm and sprays something right into my pits. The smell hits me like a wave. Musky, slightly sweaty mixed with woody cologne, but it’s not mine. It belongs to someone else, I’m becoming someone else...

She grabs another spray bottle and douses my head. The smell this time is even more strong and almost intoxicating. I have to grip the chair to keep from losing control.

“Why do you keep spraying me? What is that?” I ask, still reeling from the pleasure.

She just smiles, focused on her work. “Don’t you want to be him? Authentically?”

I didn’t expect it to go this far, but she’s right. I did ask for this...

She unbuttons my shirt, stripping it off and drawing more tattoos across my torso, my back, my arms. I’m covered now with tattos, completely.

Then she works on my legs. She pours another oil and, with precision, reshapes my toes and feet. I have to hold back laughter because it tickles like crazy! Then she sprays my feet, and another strong scent hits me. I catch myself drooling from the smell...

After what feels like an eternity, she tells me to step out of the chair and head to a small stall where she’s already prepared a new outfit for me there. I step inside and my jaw drops. My body is filled with tattoos. I touch my skin in disbelief... this is insane. I’m going to lose my job and will be in so much trouble, but…

I run my hands over my new hair and face. I feel… different.

“Hey, can I see myself in a mirror?” I call out.

“Once you put on your new outfit." she replies.

I change into the clothes, and as I do, something crazy happens. Flashes of memories start hitting me, like they don’t even belong to me. I feel dizzy, my mind swimming in new thoughts. These clothes feel like just worn.

As I lift my arms and catch a whiff of my new scent, a wave of memories hits me out of nowhere. I stumble, dizzy, but manage to slip my feet into the Air Jordans she left for me.

“Nnghh! F-fuck…” I gasp, feeling my cock throb uncontrollably. The pleasure is overwhelming, waves of it crashing over me like a tsunami. I try to hold it in, but it’s impossible.

I cum hard, soaking my new pants. "Ahhh… fuck… that’s… that’s too good…" I pant, trying to catch my breath.

I step out, awkwardly covering the wet stain, but she just smiles knowingly. “It’s okay. Happens a lot.” She gestures for me to sit back in the chair.

“And for the final touch...” she says, placing a silver chain around my neck with the pendant that reads “Dogs” and all of sudden it all clicks.

Okane kasegu, orera wa sutaa

Okane kasegu, watashi wa sutaa

Sutaa, sutaa, sutaa, sutaa, kira kira

The beat from my song "Mamushi" starts playing in the background. My song… The one I did with Megan Thee Stallion. Wait, I’m not—

I stare at her as she hands me a mirror. My jaw drops.

I trail my hands over my new face, my shaved head, my tattoos. Holy shit... I look exactly like him! Even my voice sounds different.

She smiles proudly “Do you like it, Chiba-san?”

Chiba-san… Hell yeah, I am Yuki Chiba now!!

The person I was before slipped away in time, gone and forgotten. As my new persona sinks in deep in my brain. This is right... This is who I am! I feel more me than I’ve ever been.

Then, we decide to record a video together, dancing to Mamushi, my international collab hit song and then I step out of that barbershop feeling brand new. Feelin' like a king in a Japanese hip hop scene.

“Watashi wa star”

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