the-daily-body

[the-daily-body]

Gas Station Swap

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me, thank you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooo… That feels so good…” 

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

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

“Woah. Now THAT’S a big dick.” 

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

“Ooffff fuckk… Awwhhh!!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mystic Shop: Leather Serum

Dale is a fat young man with a fairly good education and financial status.

But unfortunately, he was not so lucky in love. He likes men, but sadly, Sky, the man he loves, even though he likes men, doesn't like Dale.

Sky is a good guy. He is Dale's good friend. But he doesn't like Dale because Sky likes men who are good looking and have a good body, which is very different from Dale.

Today, Dale chooses to confess his love to Sky, but sadly, Sky rejects him.

Dale: Why, why don't you accept my love?

Sky: Sorry, my friend only thinks of you as a friend and besides, I have a boyfriend.

They talked in a restaurant, Lael's face showed disappointment before turning into resentment.

Dale: Yes, you like men who are handsome and have a good body, which is not me.

Dale leaves, leaving Sky behind. Despite the shouts, Dale ignores them and walks away with a burning anger in his chest.

Two weeks later….

Dale spends this time watching Sky live a normal life through social media. Eventually, he meets Sky's boyfriend through social media as well, which is him. His name is Moon.

Moon is a handsome man with a great body and is also very famous on social media. He has 900,000 followers. It is no wonder that he is the boyfriend of the lovely Sky.

Dale spent a long time thinking about his plan for revenge on Sky. He intended to get revenge on Sky, but he didn't like the violent methods that might land him in jail.

He walked out and thought of various plans to use for revenge until he came near an abandoned building.

He saw a strange red light coming from inside the building, he wondered what it was so he went into the abandoned building to look. After walking for a while, Dale found a mysterious shop in the abandoned building. He looked at the shop sign that was the source of the red light. "Mystic Shop, this shop will help you change." Dale read the name of the shop along with the description below before walking into the shop and met a young man wearing a black robe covering his face. "Hello, customer of destiny.

Dale asked curiously, “The storefront said that this store will help change. Tell me what does that mean?”

The robed man smiled and placed the catalog in front of Dale. “You can understand everything by reading the catalog.” Dale took the catalog and read it, finding it quite interesting.

The catalog clearly categorizes the products, but what is strange is that the categories and items include the following: possession, transformation, body swapping, special pets, and body suits.

All the products have instructions for use. Dale was most interested in the bodysuit section. He asked the clerk, “How can I trust what’s written on it?” Dale asked, suspicious and wary.

Man in robe: I can show you an example.

The robed man picked up a pill box. He swallowed one pill. Suddenly, his face distorted. The shape of his face, the position of his eyes, the shape of his face, all changed into another man. He spoke in a new voice, “How is it, customer?”

Dale was stunned by the sight before him. He was sure that everything on the list was real. Dale chose an item from the list in the bodysuit category.

The customer selected product number 428, body suit serum. The male employee walked to the back of the store and brought a long needle with clear liquid inside.

Inside, a male employee began to explain the product, a bodysuit serum. When she injects it into the body, the body will gradually become thinner, the internal organs will dissolve and merge with the body. The person being injected will gradually lose strength and lose consciousness. Then, the back of the person being injected will gradually open up, when the person being injected becomes a bodysuit ready to be worn.

Dale took the serum in his hand and asked if I could use it on anyone. The clerk quickly replied, “Of course.” Then Lall took out his wallet. I had to pay. Although the serum was quite expensive, he thought it was worth it. After paying, the clerk spoke up, “Customer, the serum you just bought is a temporary body suit type. Its effects will only last for 30 days, so please be careful.” Dale replied, “How can I make it permanent?” The clerk put on a superior face before answering, “It will be completed in a day. You can wait and come back tomorrow to get it for a little more money.

Dale's face darkened with resentment that could not be waited for, he quickly turned around and walked away. At first, he was going to use the serum on Sky to get revenge.

But he accidentally found Moon walking to the gym, he looked at Moon before smiling evilly, he followed Moon to the gym, luck seemed to be on his side, the gym owner was fixing the CCTV and all the staff were busy so no one paid any attention to Dale.

He watched Moon walk towards the changing room. As Moon took off her shirt, Dale locked the changing room door and attacked Moon. The serum was injected into Moon's back.

When Moon felt the attack before he could do anything, his body lost all its strength, his body slowly became thin like a deflated balloon, Moon's body collapsed to the ground, the direct view made Dale feel indescribably good, not long after, Moon's back slowly opened up, revealing a gap for another person to wear Moon's body.

Dale didn't hesitate, he quickly took off all of his clothes. Once he was completely naked, Dale pulled the moon bodysuit up and put it on both legs.

The feeling of Dale's legs going into the bodysuit made Dale feel indescribably good. He was so happy that he couldn't describe it. His penis was slowly hardening. Without delay, Dale slowly pushed his penis into the bodysuit. It felt like someone was using their mouth to masturbate Dale and it was like he was fucking someone.

Dale put both hands into the arms of the bodysuit and used his big hand to guide his part into Moon's head. When Dale's head was inside the bodysuit, the hole in the back slowly closed. When it was closed, the bodysuit fused with Dale's body. Moon's muscles slowly flexed. When the bodysuit was completely put on, Moon's face slowly opened. He was not the same Moon anymore, but a new Moon.

Without delay, Dale surveyed his new body. “Look at this bodysuit. It’s so nice. I’m sure no one would envy a body like this.”

Dale used his phone to text Sky. Dale: I'm sorry for being mean to you, I get it, I'm not your type. Sky replied to Dale's text shortly after. It's okay my friend, I understand you now. Great, now Sky has forgiven Lall and he is ready to go back to Sky in this new body. "This bodysuit will definitely help me a lot," Dale in the moon bodysuit said before packing up all his things and going back home to Sky.

Upon arriving at Sky's house, he warmly welcomed Moon as his lover, not knowing that this was Dale wearing Moon's bodysuit. Dale pretended to be Moon smoothly. He knew all of Sky's preferences and was able to answer all of Sky's questions before they went to bed. Sky slowly started to get closer to Moon, urging Rome to add more atmosphere.

Moon responded quickly, he pushed Sky onto the bed. He slowly climbed up and pressed Moon's thick body against his back, leaving the target of his pants on Sky's buttocks.

“I’ve always wanted it.” Moon slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his normally large penis that was released into the air. It bounced between his hot belly and Sky’s ass. Moon quickly thrust his penis into Sky’s ass without delay. Moans of pleasure filled the room.

Their moans were like a symphony in the air, Sky's asshole squeezing Moon's cock that was thrusting in greedily with every thrust. With each relentless thrust, he climaxed. Moon's cockhead released a thick, hot stream of semen into Sky's asshole. "Very good, baby, take all of my seed in."

After the hot sex, both of them fell asleep for a while before they both woke up at 7 am. Today, Moon's body woke up at 6 am, walked to the bathroom and locked it.

Moon grabbed the toy and managed to rip it open. The bodysuit was pulled down to reveal Dale's fat body. "I need to take a shower.

Moon grabbed his neck and successfully ripped it off. The tight-fitting suit was pulled down, revealing Dale's plump body. "I need to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Ple took Moon's bodysuit and cleaned it before putting it on again. He didn't forget to use his hand to grab his flaccid penis to make it hard before inserting it into Moon's dick. Even though Dale's dick was less than half of Moon's dick, when inserted, the bodysuit combined to make Dale's dick bigger to insert. Dale pulled Moon's head and put it on completely, destroying Lael's fat body, leaving only Moon, a famous person on social media, a handsome young man with an extremely hot body.

After putting on the bodysuit, he noticed Moon's hard cock, so he slowly masturbated. His hand grabbed the hard cock up and down, massaging it lustfully. It didn't take long for him to reach his climax, and his semen splattered all over his body. Moon used his tongue to clean Min. "It tastes so good." Not long after cleaning him again, he came out to get dressed.

Sky, Moon's little husband, woke up to find his handsome husband getting dressed. "Honey, where are you going so early in the morning?" Moon quickly replied, "I'm going to meet my advertising sponsor." Sky didn't suspect much since Moon sometimes has early morning business. Moon said, "If we're done talking, I'll text you, honey." He kissed Sky goodbye before leaving the room.

Dale, wearing Moon's leotard, walks to the Mystic Shop again. This time, he wants a serum that will permanently turn Moon into a leotard.

But Dale is having trouble, he can't access Moon's credit card and account because he doesn't have the code. While waiting for the clerk to bring him the permanent body suit serum, he looks at the catalog and finds a new section that makes him smile. When the clerk arrives with the permanent body suit serum, Moon orders the clerk again, speaking in a triumphant tone, "Take item number 555 (memory reading potion for body suits).

Finished as you know I had some personal problems that made me unable to write. Now everything is getting better and I can write again. Maybe not as often as before but I can definitely write again. Thanks, see you soon. Interesting story (This story is a request from my idol. I tried to put his personality into my work along with his personality. I hope he likes it. Hehe)

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Good night! Can you transform me into Jason Todd (+20 years) after wearing his leather jacket? My body is smaller and thiner than his so it would be cool if my clothes get torn

Jason Todd, or Red Hood as he liked to be called by the Bat-Family, was cursing yet again, but for an entirely different reason. Just like what had happened to Nightwing a few days prior, he found a tracker on his leather jacket. It was inconspicuous and he probably wouldn't have noticed it if his hand didn't brush up against it while he was trying to make his way back to the Batcave. Thankfully for Jason, a leather jacket was a much easier thing to discard than a full bodysuit, and since there were no identifying markings on it, it was safe to discard in an alleyway, just like Dick had done with his bodysuit.

The criminal team who had so meticulously planned their planting of trackers on the Bat-family was cursing as well as their tracker hadn't moved at all in over 15 minutes. The tracker was already emitting the invisible and odorless gas that would turn the wearer of the leather jacket in this case into its regular wearer, Jason Todd. The criminal team unfortunately showed some comical stupidity in not having one of their own go to where the leather jacket was discarded and put it on, thereby infiltrating the Bat-family much easier than trying to find the Batcave.

Instead, it was another twink who had found Jason's leather jacket discarded in the alleyway. Kevin wasn't escaping from thugs or goons or anything like that; it was the middle of the day and the leather jacket had caught his eye as he was walking by the alleyway. Kevin was a fan of superheroes in Gotham, and Red Hood was by far his favorite. He wasn't sure if this was the Red Hood leather jacket that he usually wore, but if not, it was a great facsimile and something really cool for his collection. He walked over to it and put it on, and then the effects of the gas started to happen.

Kevin felt a strange sensation throughout his body, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He didn't feel sick or anything like that; it was just strange. He didn't think the leather jacket had anything to do with it, so he kept it on as the transformation into Red Hood started. Of course, it started with muscle growth, much like it had with the transformation into Nightwing that had happened a few days prior. Kevin noticed the muscle growth almost immediately, since he was a pretty skinny twink and he had been wearing some tight clothes on his walk today.

"Fuck, what the fuck is happening to me!?" he said under his breath, as the muscle growth continued. It was happening in his arms first, a bit different than the Nightwing transformation, but it soon had very obvious results, as Kevin's sleeves ripped and tore as he gained more and more muscle every second it seemed. His arms didn't end up as huge as some bodybuilders, but they were quite a massive improvement from the weak spindly arms that he had had before, and they had gotten so big that his long-sleeve shirt had been turned into a sleeveless top.

The muscle growth then focused on his chest, his pecs ballooning in size and Kevin gaining some visible abs for the very first time in his life. As his pecs were pumped more and more with muscle, the fabric was hanging on for dear life until it too finally tore and tattered, leaving Kevin's new plump pecs exposed to the public, since he hadn't zipped up the leather jacket yet. He ended up with quite the strange outfit on, since by the time his pecs had finished inflating, his eight-pack of chiseled abs had grown in. The shirt, if you could even still call it a shirt, expanded enough so that it was taut and his abs were now clearly visible even through the shirt, but it looked gaudy and horrendous and Kevin ended up ripping the rest of the shirt off, showing off his impressive chest.

The muscle growth then moved down to his legs, and what happened to his arms happened down there as well, his legs seemingly gaining more and more muscle every second. The jeans that he was wearing were already quite tight and showed off his only good feature, his bubble butt, so they tore pretty easily and ended up on the ground in tatters. His socks surprisingly expanded to his new feet very well, but his shoes were ruined as well as his feet grew in size as well to match Jason's body perfectly. Kevin's underwear thankfully stayed on, although the boxers he had been wearing under those jeans now looked like they were briefs, riding up quite high on his muscled body.

His ass was surprisingly already as plump and juicy as Jason's was, but Kevin was pleased, and slightly scared due to how tight his underwear was already, as his cock grew in size as well. Kevin had been a bottom, but now he definitely considered himself a top as the bulge in his underwear just keep growing and growing. He couldn't take a peek at his new cock just yet, since even though he was in an alleyway, it was the middle of the day and he was technically in public, but he knew that it had to be inches bigger, both in length and in girth.

Kevin was quite pleased with the muscle growth that had come along from putting on the leather jacket, but the transformation didn't stop there. Kevin couldn't see this next part, as his phone had fallen out of his pants when they tore apart and broke when it hit the hard pavement in the alleyway, but his facial features were changing as well, making him into a perfect copy of Jason Todd. It wasn't long at all before Kevin technically looked the part of Red Hood, if Red Hood only wore briefs under his leather jacket.

The twink-turned-superhero then moaned in pain as the mental part of the transformation occurred. Kevin dropped to his knees in the alleyway as Jason's thoughts, memories, feelings, and emotions invaded his own mind and replaced everything that made him "Kevin". It took a few minutes, but eventually he was able to stand up again and regained his composure. There was absolutely no trace of Kevin left; he was now a clone of Jason Todd through and through. He was able to make his way back to the Batcave undetected, much like Nightwing had been able to do, or at least the transformed Nightwing. Jason's journey was a bit harder thanks to his lack of acrobatic skills, but he arrived at the Batcave just in time to find Bruce debriefing none other than the "real" Red Hood.

"Oh shit, not again!" Bruce said, as he and the "real" Red Hood subdued the superhero who used to be known as "Kevin" and got to work figuring out just what the fuck was going in Gotham.

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Flamer Premium

/muscle growth, bottom to top, suggestion, jockification

Lee never understood why he couldn't get matches on Flamer, he was cute enough, skinny, short, an okay ass, he didn't get it. He stared at his giant brown eyes on his profile as a banner ad came up.

Upgrade to Flamer Premium to find more matches! Starting as cheap as 20 dollars per week. We guarantee that you'll find a perfect match.

"Fuck it, what could I lose?" He thought as he payed for the subscription. As soon as he did his phone completely blew up with likes from people, it was instantaneous. Maybe he just payed for a bunch of bots.

As he scrolled through them as one caught his eye,

Jack 24

Cute, a little skinny but toned, handsome.

As he scrolled through his profile it said that he was a botony major, cute! He thought why not and swiped right.

It's a match!

"Sup cutie, didn't think you'd swipe right on me haha"

"Hey :) Why wouldn't I?"

"You're just way out of my league haha"

Lee was confused, if anything Jack was the one that was out of his league.

"Care to explain?"

"Well for starters, your height. I didn't know if youd be into someone that's a foot shorter than you"

Lee checked Jack's height, 5'5. He scoffed, they were the exact same height.

"Its hard to find someone taller than 6'6 lol, im not too picky. Plus, i love a height difference <3

"Do you like a size difference too? Your muscles are so sculpted, do you go to the gym like everyday?"

Okay he had to be joking now, sure he had been blessed with height but he always struggled with putting on any muscle.

"Pretty much haha, about 5 days a week, i force myself to take a break on the weekends."

"It shows, hey I know its Saturday but how bout you come over and workout with me stud? But that thing is hugeeeeeeeeeee"

Lee brushed his hand down his abs and started to massage himself. His member was only about 3 inches hard and he was a little self concious about it.

"Wanna find out first hand?"

He sent a picture of himself flexing, this usually set these twinks off. It'd be no time until his little 15 inch soda can thick python would come out of its cage.

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Pose

“We good here?”

The model’s question caught him off guard as Raul looked up from from his camera, adjusting the frame and focus for his next shot while his assistant, Damien, moved onto the set to adjust the light and prop placements. The deep bass background music played throughout the apartment in the awkward silence.

The fuck does he mean, are we done?? We’ve hardly started! Raul thought with an annoyed scratch at the back of his head. The model had been a terrible subject to begin with, giving poses and taking heavy sighs at each direction Raul tried to give him, and essentially treated the shoot as though it was something he was bored doing. His payment was way more than modest and the shoot wasn’t supposed to take more than an hour, but he looked like he was ready to leave just 20 minutes in.

Raul cleared his throat, “Uhh, actually we still need a couple more shots. The client is looking for a pretty varied spread to choose from. So if we could j—..”

“Come on, man, you’re really gonna make me do this for another 40 minutes? I’m sure what you got is fine.”

Raul breathed in heavily, “Look, it’ll just take a bit more, the contract said that it wouldn’t be—..”

“Well, you can take it up with my agent, man, I got places I gotta be,” the model started stepping off the set, turning his back to Raul to start packing his things.

Raul turned his eyes towards Damien, lifting his palms up in a disbelieving gesture and shaking his head. Damien just rolled his eyes and shrugged with a dejected smirk. They’ve dealt with these kinds of divas numerous times before. Almost too many to count, actually.

But money had been tight at the studio since the pandemic hit, and even all these years later it still hadn’t recovered. they couldn’t afford to keep getting these types of dismissive twats leave shoots before they were supposed to. Clients were always very specific about what they wanted and could cut pay if they weren’t satisfied.

But Raul and Damien had their own means of dealing with these kinds of rude bastards. As they exchanged wordless looks expressing their annoyance and frustration, Damien’s eyes began to slowly drift towards the model off set, gathering his belongings. His dejected look changed to one of curiosity as he bit his lip. He looked towards Raul and narrowed his eyes with a cheeky grin.

‘Should I?’ Damien mouthed silently towards Raul.

A sly grin spread across Raul’s face as he considered Damien’s proposal. He looked back at the model—turned away from them as he texted to his agent or slam piece or gym family or whatever—and back at Damien, biting his lip mischievously and nodding.

Damien smiled wider and stretched. He took off his tank top and tossed it aside, his toned hairy torso now bare. His fingers hooked under his waistband, and his basketball shorts and boxers drop silently to the floor as he kicked them over on top of his tank top. Now naked and hardening quickly, he arched his back in a stretch, rolled his neck, and rubbed his palms together as he stepped towards Raul. He leaned in for a quick kiss with his partner as he took the bottle body oil next to Raul that the model had used and squirted a massive helping into his hand, slathering it over his chest, arms, and face. Quickly, he moved towards the model gathering his things, ducking down lower as he approached.

“When you get to it, make sure my payment goes t—UUUHHHNNGGG!!” The model was interrupted in the middle of his sentence as Damien, in one fluid motion, pulled the model’s speedo down and plunged his face between his globular asscheeks. The model groaning and grunting in mindless pain and confusion, gripping the sides of the table where his things were sitting, as Damien popped his oily face and head into model’s tight hole, sending a loud squelching *SCHLORP* echoing through the apartment.

Damien’s slick body then began to suck up into the model’s hole, his muscular tan form thinning and contorting as he slithered deeper and deeper into the model’s guts, the entire process emitting a familiar meaty, slimy, slurping sound Raul knew and loved so well. Raul licked his lips, pawing his swelling package, as he watched the model’s sculpted ass distend slightly as his tight hole widen more and more as it hungrily slurped Damien inside him, his tattooed, lubricated form and limbs compressing in on themselves as he plunged deeper. Raul couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the model—he knew full well how ecstatic and orgasmic it felt to have Damien slither up inside him… and what came next.

Just as Damien’s ass and throbbing rod sank into the model’s guts, his thighs and legs shot up into the hole at a much faster speed, whipping into the model’s hole noisily. Raul had shoved his hands into his shorts and was stroking eagerly as the Damien's feet slurped inside while the model groaned and contorted, arching his neck and back and standing on the tips of his toes, cringing at the pain and pleasure racking through his body.

Damien was gleefully readjusting his out-of-proportion frame within the squeezing, slimy, meaty confines of the model’s body, feeling different parts of the model’s sides, abs, and back twitch, flex, and contort, as his body tried to adjust to its invader. He could hear the muffled sounds of Raul’s horny, drunken laughter from the outside, thinking he for sure must have been making the model appear to have a substantially pregnant beer gut as Damien’s body centralized in his torso. After using a stretched out hand to brush his lubricated, wet hair out of his face, Damien went to work shoving his limbs into the model’s extremities.

Damien loudly moaned from within the body as he felt his arms and legs come to new life with increased strength and size while his limbs shoved through slick meat like a tight sleeve into the model’s beefy appendages. He smirked, feeling cocky and horny as he felt his arms burst into massive cannons and his heart fluttered as he felt the rest of him come to life. Damien arched in exhilarated bliss as he felt his chest, torso, and back first compress under the weight of the model’s squeezing body and then surge outward in new sensations of power and mass as Damien’s senses merged with the model’s, enticing him to give his big chest a flex to feel it bounce with new weight.

Raul nearly blew his load from an observer’s perspective. The model’s head was lolled backwards and his eyes rolled back while his body underwent what looked to be an instant pump, his muscles standing out more prominently under his skin, bit by bit, as his boyfriend filled him up like a balloon. Raul gasped as he stroked himself, watching Damien fill up the model’s lower half, making his already impressive thighs and glutes swell larger still. The thong he was wearing for the shoot looked somehow more risqué than earlier, hugging the model’s sweaty skin more tightly and accentuating his now-larger parts. The model was no longer the shredded twunk he was when he came into the apartment, but a swaggering thicc muscle stud with his and Damien’s combined mass.

Finally, Raul could see a sizable lump appear from near the model’s collarbone, stretching the model’s gold chain to its limit, as Damien began to shove his own head upwards into the model’s. He began to elicit deeper, gurgling groans as Damien wiggled and stretched his head up into the neck. Raul felt himself nearing completion as the model’s head suddenly jolted upwards with a dull crack, the lump in the model’s throat now gone. It wasn’t until Raul heard Damien utter his first satisfied groan in the model’s low voice that he blew his pent up load all over the floor in front of him.

Damien rolled his head around in his new body, stretched his shoulders and panted a few more breaths. He touched the foreign curves and angles in his face for a moment, turned on by his own handsome, sharp, smooth face. He felt sweat dripping off him from his exertion and huffed a big whiff of the new musk he emitted. Not bad!

“Alright!” He rubbed his hands off his face and down his pillowy chest.

“Let’s take some pictures.”

Damien turned to see that Raul had blown a sizable load all over the floor, some even on the set, and giggled as Raul chuckled, panting, coaxing the last of his load out of his shaft, letting it dribble down his fingers and onto the puddle below.

“Already?! Come on, man,” Damien chastised playfully.

“Sorry, babe, I just love the way you filled him out, dude. Fuck!”

“Oh? Y’like?” Damien teased walking towards him, saucily lolling his tongue out while he flexing his arms hard and tensing his pec muscles several times. He was being corny like always, but Raul was kicked into 5th gear again, instantly ready to blow another load.

“Yeah, dude, I fuckin’ do,” Raul took the liberty of feeling up Damien’s slick muscle gut, running his hands over his protruding abs. Damien could see how into this his boyfriend was and decided to move things forward a bit.

He grabbed Raul’s hand and shoved it into his thong, feeling his new hardening 7 incher steel against his boyfriend’s palm. He humped and gyrated his mammoth cock against Raul’s hand and asked, “What about the shoot?”

“Shoot can wait,” Raul moaned as he gripped onto Damien’s slick dick and stroked, lifting up Damien’s huge arm with his other hand and burying his face into Damien’s sweaty pits, licking and lapping at the moist surface while inhaling deeply.

Damien lifted up his other arm for Raul to let his boyfriend worship his other pit, bouncing his pecs a bit as Raul slathered his greedy face across his sweaty jugs on his way to the next pit. Damien grinned as he felt Raul continue to lovingly work his shaft. He was looking forward to a hedonistic, indulgent weekend with his boyfriend—he just hoped they eventually remember to finish the shoot.

[the-daily-body]

Live Life to the Gayest

"Is it really possible to change yourself?" That was the question on Will's mind while perusing the aisles of his town's new transformation shop. His heart raced with anticipation, running his curious fingers over the endless bottles of conversion potions. They had everything, from mere mental changes to all forms of physical transformation.

Inevitably, He finally crossed paths with the small glittery bottle he'd been looking for. "Live Life to the Gayest," the label read in fancy pink cursive. Nervous yet excited, he flipped the bottle over to read the back, "Designed for heterosexual men in need of a fabulous change! With just one fruity sip, your sexuality will instantly go from heterosexual to homosexual!"

Will never had much luck with women but always got hit on by men, they simply couldn't get enough of his cute nerdy awkwardness. Finally, after years of secretly longing to be one of the gays, he had the solution in his hands.

He immediately purchased it and downed it right there in the store. Only being a mental transformation, there was no need to take it in privacy. Just as the label suggested, the sexual transformation was instant. Within seconds, all desire for women was erased and replaced with attraction to only men—he was finally gay, gay gay.

He wanted cock—a gay man's hard gay cock. He wanted a hard gay cock up his tight virgin gay ass. He needed it, badly. So, he went out and got. He hooked up with all of his gay friends, including married couples, all of whom were more than happy to break in the former straight boy.

Shortly after, he quit his job as a librarian's assistant and worked his way up to becoming a super successful webcam model and escort.

The new and improved Will loves showing off his oiled-up body, for his many viewers' enjoyment. He's a total slut and a complete power bottom, getting blown out practically every night. All until he finds Mr. Right, though. Like any gay, he desperately wants to have a boyfriend. He dreams of starting a family with the perfect man one day. But until that day, he'll happily settle for just being a slut.

[the-daily-body]

Story: Beware of the Suits

“Here is this round of these public service announcements at this hour.”

“We would like to raise awareness to the public regarding the rise of missing person cases within the city.”

“After a private investigation with the police along with the aid of an unclosed informant, they have concluded that there is a connection to a private experiment that has gone awry.”

“The police have stated that there are individuals that appear to be resting or staring at the ground around the city. We have been informed that these are traps by these so-called individuals.”

“Kindly hold your suspension of disbelief for a moment as we inform you that these individuals are not human. They only appear to be living and breathing people but they are related to the experiments mentioned before. They were expected to be stored within the research facility but countless amounts of them have escaped and have turned into a public danger.”

“The police have labeled them as ‘bodysuits’. While they can function independently for a short time, they wholly depend on finding someone to wear them as their host to be called living beings. They will stop at nothing once they have someone they think is suitable to be their host.”

“The main reason as to why most of the victims never report that they have been caught by the bodysuits is because of their next action once they have a host inside them.”

“With the last of their energy, they try to get their host feeling as elated and comfortable as possible before they pour their memories into them. With that kind of setup, once their host finally takes control of the bodysuit, they are tempted to not report and continue living as their new identity.”

“The information had only reached the police once an individual had reported themself to be a victim. They also discovered that there is a time limit to being within a bodysuit, staying inside one for more than a few days causes the bodysuit to meld with its host, causing it to be permanent as the bodysuit is practically the host’s human body at that point.”

“Be warned, these bodysuits do not have any sense of preference to their hosts and will always commit to the first host they get their hands on regardless of how large or small you are. The bodysuit has features to make up the difference before tempting their hosts to stay.”

“With this, we advise you to keep your distance from any suspicious individuals. Should you fall prey to one of them, please contact the nearest local authorities to aid you.”

“We thank you for your time listening to this public announcement. Kindly stay tuned to the latest news for any further updates on this bodysuit situation.”

“Next, rumors have surfaced that bodysuit victims have been colluding-” At that point, I switched off the radio.

“That idiot…” I muttered my breath. “They really did go to the radio station…”

That was a conversation… It was true, nearly all of the details the station had announced were spot on. While it did happen to us at separate times, we filled each other in once we reached out to each other. At first, we were relieved that we walked out of those traps unscathed and we could see my real face after prying the suit open. It only became a problem once we attempted to get me out of the bodysuit and by then, I was already completely merged with it. Since I turned into a bodysuit host much earlier than they did, they still had time to get out of it.

That was when the arguments started. I genuinely didn’t mind how I looked like and how my life had changed since being stuck inside the bodysuit since I actually liked the changes it made. They argued that I was completely enamored by the bodysuit’s temptations and argued that this wasn’t right.

“WHY DO YOU CARE?! I WANT TO STAY LIKE THIS AND I CAN’T GET OUT OF IT ANYWAY.”

From there, they confessed that they had to tell people about this. I questioned them on that too, we’ve talked to other victims but none of them ever mentioned wanting to go back. In my eyes, it seemed unlikely that this was just the bodysuits tempting their victims to stay. Regardless, they seemed insistent and decided that it was ultimately their decision and I had no say. And that was the last time I’ve talked to them, they’re definitely out of it. I've seen them in town but I never gave them much thought at that point.

Of course, being stuck in a bodysuit and learning what it wants to do wasn’t as simple as me going along with it without question. For starters, I was trying to shake off the habit of being a complete calorie counter whenever I eat. It gives me a false feeling that something was wrong when I attempt to ignore that or even indulge in my comfort foods.

Another change that I’m trying to shake off the urge from being the narcissistic cocky jock whenever I spend the time in the gym. It does get a little intrusive mentally as the thoughts of how I’d show off this body to those hot babes that would love- See what I mean? Or the impulse that I have to smile or even flex an arm whenever I catch someone staring at me.

Speaking of the gym, working with the equipment has become a mindless task for me, gives me the time to order those audiobooks I’ve been wanting to listen to prior to getting this new body. On top of that, I’ve learned how to play a handful of sports from football, rugby, and soccer. I’ve been frequenting those open stadiums or fields in town to get some practice in. Today’s the weekend so it’s rugby day, I better take a shower and put my shoes on. Just part of the new normal of my life.

[the-daily-body]

I'm a white Scottish guy in my 30s and I'm looking to change up my look! I've got an okay enough head of hair, but it's always a bit flat and lifeless. I'd love for hair that was more curly or a bit thicker!

“Welcome to the Normal Barbershop !” You are welcomed as soon as you set foot in the establishment. “Thanks for- - Yo !” Suddenly interrupts a tall muscular guy, dressed in T-shirt and jogging pants. “So you’re the one who wants some curls ? Then I’m the guy for you, I’m the master of curls !”

You see the face of the one who welcomed you frown in frustration, while the tanned man walks proudly towards you, a heavy and very impressive gait. His nickname seems earned, as his black hair forms a plate of tight noodly curls, complimenting nicely his black goatee in a style that feels so reminiscent of footballers (soccer players) today – link confirmed by his lean but very toned shape.

“Now, come with me ! I assure you that you’re in good hands !” The man smiles at you while putting his strong hand on your shoulder, in a gesture of intimacy. - His name is Amine Zouaoui, one of Tyler’s friends…” Informs the one who welcomed you, with an exhausted voice. “He might be rude, but you can trust him to take care of your hair. - ‘One of Tyler’s friends’ my ass ! I’m his rival, I’m way better than him !” Automatically dismisses Amine. “Let’s go, I don’t want to have to deal with this stick in the mud.”

You are pressed towards a barber chair, over which ominously hangs some kind of giant bucket-shaped contraption. You aren’t sure what it’s supposed to be, but you’ve seen some at barbershops before. However, sitting in the chair feels very comfortable, much more than any had ever been in these kinds of establishments. You are given a towel to put around on your shoulders, and are left to wait a little while as the barber leaves for another room.

Looking at your reflection, you cannot help but point out all its bad parts. Your flat hair, your pathetic attempt at facial hair, your pudgy form (i.e. clinically obese in gay terms), and your overall average looks. Sure, you’re not ugly, you do get some action, but you do wish that you were a bit handsomer… and a change of hairstyle represents a step in that direction. And when you see the barber come back with a box full of rolls and multiple lotions, you can only brace for the very much very drastic consequences of your choices.

“So, you may have heard of it, but we’re going to do a perm ! But don’t worry, I’ve got a special technique that makes it even better than all ! But first, let me tidy up the rest of the cut.”

As soon as he says that, he grabs clippers and shaves down to the skin the sides and the back of your head. You’re quite shocked, as it definitively is not what you had in mind when you asked for more curls. You wanted more shape ! You wanted more bounciness ! More life ! Not… less hair ? How can hair live when it doesn’t exist ? But the barber seemed to have sensed your tacit disapproval of his cut.

“You know, this part is quite essential, because we’re creating a dynamic ! It all art, baby : curls alone don’t make for an interesting cut, you have to get some contrast, some change else it’s just as stale as you began with !”

You don’t really trust Amine’s word, but it’s not as if you had any other choice, now that the hair had fallen down, and that the sides of your face were all smooth – ironically, kind of like the state of your facial hair… He fades over the hair between the new shaved sides and the hair-heavy top, before switching over to scissors to trim a bit the rest of your hair. However, he doesn’t take out much, only enough to make the shape seem a bit more square-ish.

“Now’s the fun part ! I’m gonna put some products, and then I’ll put in the rolls ! Yours will be extra thin, for the best curls ! Trust me !”

And so, after he made sure to spread a white lotion in your hair, starts the menial task of spinning your hair across the small rolls. Although his expert hands are very fast, this task still moves at a snail’s pace, letting you two talk a bit about what you like and what you hope to change. You also learn that he’s a football (soccer) aficionado, unlike you who are much more normal about it, and that the style he wears, just like the style he’s giving you, is directly taken from the biggest youth stars. It makes you wonder about how much the style replicates itself in this world, as those stars use the same kind of styles as previous stars, and are succeeded by ones who adopted their styles.

But time flies when you’re having fun, and just as fast is your hair all curled up around many little colored rolls. He brings down the giant bucket-like device until your whole head is encased in it. Something feels weird about that thing, almost as if it was… too long ? set too low ? But you don’t really know how it’s supposed to work, so…

“Now we’re gonna have to wait ! This will make your hair really hot – in all meanings of the word – and it needs to be set a while before it can be really permanent. Please do not put your hands inside, and do not let your head touch the walls, else we’re gonna have a real problem. Otherwise… I guess we’re ready !”

You agree, and then he turns the machine on.

As was announced, it starts being warm inside the machine. However, the wait is going to be boring if there’s nothing to distract you. You can’t really read anything out from the walls of the machine, which makes everything very blurry, talking is made uncomfortable with how close the walls are, and sleeping would make you violate the rules Amine explicitly established.

So you just look around from blurry to blurry, hoping the time will pass fast. However, with how hot the insides become, you start feeling a bit dizzy. You ask the barber, but he certifies that it’s totally normal. However, that feeling of being taken to another realm of reality is accentuated as time passes, as it becomes hotter and hotter inside. You almost start hearing voices, like “football is great”, “you should play football”, “footballers have the best style”…

But aren’t these affirmations just common sense ?

As time passes, you also almost feel a hand spreading… something on your jaw and your lip, making you feel as if prickles were piercing your skin at these areas. You also really want to scratch it, it’s all raspy on those areas, a kind of feeling you’re not used to. As if there was suddenly some weird weight on your face, that you could intimately feel yet not properly characterize.

You also feel strain in the rest of your body. As if all your muscles had been working overtime, and on top of that some areas also feel irritated, somehow. Though your shirt also strains, feeling tight on your body. You feel so big, like everything is voluminous : biceps, triceps, shoulders, pecs, abs, ass, legs… You name it it feels weirdly big.

However, suddenly, your shirt didn’t feel so straining. In fact, it feels great, light-weight, and very airy, befitting a big guy like you are. After all, with all the football you play, you are bound to grow in size ! You also feel the cold metal of a long pendant and a watch. You don’t remember coming here with those, but they feel right on your skin. Like they belong there. Because footballers aren’t afraid to show off their wealth.

Suddenly, a bip.

The machine is brought up, and suddenly you don’t feel as hot nor dizzy as before. Well, of course, you are hot, but not quite in the same way ! The barber is there, and as you descend back to earth, starting to think about football strategies for next game, he pulls out all the rolls.

Happy with the result, he ruffles your hair until it’s all homogeneous, and points you to your reflection. He looks extremely proud of himself, smiling from ear to ear – though there is a bit of a sinister undertone to it. So you look up, and are enchanted with the result. Your hair is very curly, a bit frizzy in places unfortunately, but all in an orderly fashion. And just like he said, with your hair completely shaved on the sides, it makes everything look right.

“You know, thanks to my special technique, you won’t have to perm it again ! Your hair on top will continue to grow curly just like it is now, and that until the day you die ! Ain’t that great ?”

You smile at the news. Of course, re-perming hair is a pain in the ass, so not having to is a godsend ! Plus, style is eternal, and that kind of style is the best that exists ! Surely, you will never ever regret that decision.

You put your hand to your jaw, feeling your rich beard. It’s at the correct length, and so expertly shaped – as expected from a barber. However, you do get a sense that something isn’t right. The chinstrap and goatee you sport feels a bit… out of place. As if it had just appeared out of thin air.

But as you think about that, you suddenly understand that it was not the beard that was throwing you off – of course, you’ve been growing it as soon as you had it ! No, it’s your tattoo on your neck ! It feels weird because… because… you never saw it… this well ! Of course, you’ve had it for a few years, but your longish hair made it hard to see properly !

Fuck, that barber did such a good job ! You look just like your greatest idols, and will forever, of course.

You thank the barber profusely, and decide to take a picture before going to see the team.

Today is the first day of your new style which everyone will envy. So of course you have to keep a memento of it.

[the-daily-body]

Hey! I've been really busy running my college's chess club while also focusing on my major in mathematics. My spiky asian hair been getting a bit long and my bowl cut is starting to annoy me. I've been seeing a lot of people with a comb over fade or a wolf cut. Maybe we can try something new.

“Welcome to the normal barbershop ! Thank you for choosing our service !” You are welcomed as you enter, quite nervous, inside the barbershop. “Today, Jonathan Nasukawa, one of Dr. Davod’s students, is going to be taking care of you !”

Like clockwork, out of the backrooms enters a tall and handsome man, dressed in a baggy white dress shirt, entering inside tight but still somewhat baggy black dress pants and accompanied by all manners of luxurious golden jewelry : chains, an earring, a watch and bracelets. His jet black hair is parted in the middle and is combed back with volume in a style that exudes wealth, fashion and hairspray, framing artfully his handsome face and his slightly folded amber eyes.

How could you not be turned on by such a beautiful man, the archetypal ikemen you could even say ! Especially since your minister’s schedule precludes you from getting action ! That guy notices, smiles, and as if he was a prince, he rushes towards you, takes your right hand, and kisses it.

“Greetings, my name is Jonathan Nasukawa.” His sultry voice resonates down your bones. “Since you will be in my care, please know that I will do my utmost to bring the best out of your magnificent hair.”

You overheat, your face a deeper shade of crimson than you ever thought possible, as Jonathan elegantly laughs a little.

“I’m sorry if I’m making you uneasy, it was beyond me not to try !” You would glare menacingly at him if you weren’t as embarrassed as you were… “Now, please, if you may, your seat is this way.”

He points to one of the seat, on which you go to sit. It’s very comfortable, letting your tense back relax from the first time after weeks of overtime… a state of relaxation you haven’t felt for years. God, you remember being skeptical when Thuần-hùng, your friend from Chess club tipped you off about this new barbershop, but the relaxation is more than enough to compensate for the change in schedule.

And it seemed like your barber had noticed, since he didn’t talk anymore, letting you relax in silence as he collected his things : a bottle full of white cream, a bottle of unlabeled hairspray, scissors, a comb, a brush and a hairdryer. Once everything was ready, you hear the bottle pop open, before he gently jolts you awake.

“Sorry to wake you, but I assure you that you will have enough time to relax after that. But right now, I’ll take care of your hair.” His voice is soft, as he takes generous portions of cream which he spreads throughout your hair, in a very relaxing motion. “You said that you were interested in getting a comb over fade or a wolf cut… but I’ll have to be honest, your hair is quite short for the former, and very short for the latter. That’s why I have to take some radical steps, you see.”

You don’t quite understand what he’s referring to. However, this way of massaging your scalp… peak relaxation, once again. You just felt better than you ever have been… so much that you don’t want this to stop. And as Jonathan starts gently pulling on your hair, you start thinking about how being this relaxed is something you would want to do as often as possible, responsibilities be damned. More and more hair is drawn out of your scalp, scraping on your nose, your ears and down your neck, you close your eyes to enjoy this as much as you can.

“Don’t worry, your hair is soon going to be the right length… sorry I had to pull on your sense of duty, something had to be dropped. But now, I have enough length to start working.”

As you hear the snips of scissors, you dare open your eyes… and notice that your hair is way too long. At a barbershop, aren’t you supposed to cut hair, not find it longer ? What the fuck is happening over here ! Yet, as you continue finding weird stuff happening, something in your mind tells you not to worry. That everything feels so great, so why tense up ! Just gotta feel the relaxation in the moment…

Yeah, just revel in how good and relaxed you’re feeling right now.

The barber once again talks, but as you reposition your legs to be spread wider and longer, taking a more relaxed posture, you don’t even really register what he’s talking about. You see him using spray on your hair, making it wet before combing it out into a middle part, but you don’t really care… Even when you feel your body randomly tense up, you just concentrate on how good you’re feeling at the moment, caring for nothing, unwinding the tension so it never becomes overwhelming.

Once the hair has been parted, your eyes by now closed, you do hear the barber talk, as he takes a clearer voice, as if he wanted to be heard right now.

“Now, sorry, but I’ll need you to lean forward for a while. I’ll use a special hairspray that will add more texture and volume to your cut, making it into a true wolf cut.”

You open your eyes back up and sigh audibly, before caving and slowly leaning forwards. Yo, your position was just sooo relaxing, why is he bothering you like that ! It better be worth it… Just looking at your cut, it already is fantastic, but as Jonathan spreads the hairspray on it, you notice it taking life. It starts moving by itself, bit by bit, waving itself a little, creating more volume, only to stand still once it looked as if you had a light perm.

You love it. You watch as your hair takes life everywhere the spray touches, going from fantastic to wonderful. It’s a sight you would have never imagined, but as light curls bounce out of your wolf cut, you wouldn’t take it any other way. The barber then brushes your hair one last time, making for a neat but very hot hairstyle, fit for a model whose photo-ops you would collect for pure male beauty.

But the rest of your body does not fit.

Your face is still painfully average, darkened by the facial hair that does grow, even if not by much, and your body is a twig, whose only volume takes the form of fat. And even though you had always wanted to fix it, the time you already set aside for… all your engagements and the fact that sports just aren’t your thing made it impossible. And now, just the thought of setting aside yet more time for something that is not having fun feels like such a waste.

“So, what do you think of your new hair ? Magnificent, isn’t it ?” Jonathan says, not really reading the room by smiling. “But, you know, I think just for you I’d want to put some makeup. It would make you look even better… are you into that ? - Yeah, just do that…” You automatically answer in an uncharacteristically dismissive fashion. - Great ! Now, let me prepare my things !”

God, why did you answer like that ! It was so dismissive, so rude, you wouldn’t want anybody to talk to you like that ! So why talk to him like that ! But, once again, your panic descends by itself, as you start reasoning that you just answered him, no need to be elaborate about this… And if he didn’t like it, that was his problem, not yours, you don’t want to take care of something you have no stake in.

And as he came back, smiling, with his brushes and his products, you found no reason to apologize. If he felt hurt, then he’s a goddamn masochist. He then started to apply the promised makeup on your face, starting with concealer, but as he did this, your face felt weirdly… tense, and tingly.

The more the products were spread on your face, the more you felt as if your facial bones were adjusting, becoming slimmer, more symmetrical and otherwise, you guess, more handsome. Your skin also felt rejuvenated as he applied blush, as if it was younger than it ever was, softer, and well and truly hairless below the eyebrows, that he also shaped to be thin but unyielding.

He continued messing up with the makeup, and as he did this, you felt something very familiar. As if being pampered like that was just… part of your routine. But you aren’t rich, and you don’t even wear makeup in the usual… why would you feel this is familiar ? Who would get pampered like that ? Artists ? Actors ? Models ? …

You look at the mirror, and notice how handsome you look with that layer of makeup – though you do feel like it was especially powerful since some parts of it makes it feel… greater than life. You are so handsome with that face and that haircut, you could… actually be a model ! Like… yeah, it makes sense…

As you are left thinking, wondering what those thoughts are about, Jonathan stealthfully brings out a few pieces of jewelry. Although you don’t fully notice them, you unconsciously feel a bit of weird power emanating. And this feeling stands convinced, as when he clips in one of the earpieces, you suddenly feel a deep contraction over all your body. You look in the mirror, and you notice that… your shirt seems especially full… yeah, it feels so tight !

Another earpiece. Another deep contraction. The seams of your shirt have had enough, and are breaking apart, revealing a deep musculature. Although it’s still within simple athletic range, it’s still very well-cut, very impressive, and very hot. Finally, Jonathan fastens around your neck a collar similarly to your earpieces stylized with some kind of fang design. You feel another deep contraction, as your see your musculature expand once again to the realm of a bodybuilder’s, and the last of your superfluous body fat disappears.

God, you’re so hot… no wonder you’re an actual model ! Yes, of course, this face, this hairstyle, this body… if it looks like a model, then surely it is a model ! The barber smiles as you rid yourself of the shreds of a shirt you are still wearing, and take out of your gray sweatpants a phone to take a selfie. You check your position, wanting for it to translate all the hotness you are, and take it.

“That’s a great pic, if I say so !” The barber interjects as you finish taking the picture. “I may or may not know a few photographers that may be interested in someone your type… are you interested ?”

You smile, happy not to have to work hard for finding new people to take a whiff of your magnificence. After all, you deserve such worship, you look so hot without making an effort. So you exchange numbers and contacts, and you wander out to the street, taking to yourself the fresh, polluted air of the city. You catch the eyes of all those passing by, your muscles bulging, letting nothing up to the imagination even if Jonathan insisted for you to wear at least a tank top to keep appearances.

But as you think about what to do, you get stuck. You know you have to go back to uni, but you’re too tired to go there… that you have to continue managing the chess club, but you just can’t be bothered… and that you have to do some modeling work, but it’s going to take a while... Yet you want to do something. And as you think about stuff to do… you’re reminded of Thuần-hùng, the one who recommended this barbershop. Of all the games of chess you played. Of how much fun you had.

… Yeah. Although you are regearing towards a more relaxing routine… but chess is not going out of schedule. After all, hot guys playing chess are even hotter...

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Heads up, haircut bookings at the Normal Barbershop are closing on the 30th of October, when I'll prepare a special event ! (beware, writers !)

Hope you liked all those quickfire stories !

[the-daily-body]

After donning his polo, drone 110, formerly Evan, had discovered a new appreciation and obsession with rubber. The way it hugged his every curve was causing a near endless pleasurable tingling to course through him. Now something new was calling out to him from across the room. He couldn't pull his eyes off the rubber pup mask staring back at him from the desk, drawing him in with the same intensity of the rubber currently wrapped around him.

His fingers trembled slightly as he gripped the mask, lifting it up almost a reverent manner. The smooth rubber made his fingers tingle in delight. Bringing the eyes of the mask level with his own, he stared into the empty void. He could feel the mask pulling in him into it. He was too enthralled by the playful whispers echoing in his mind to notice that he was slowly bringing the mask closer and closer to his face.

Without hesitation the mask seemed to spring to life, leaping out of his hand and onto his face, adhering itself to his face. Before he could process it, the cool rubber spread around his head, sealing around it tightly, forming itself to his features perfectly.

Now staring through the eyes of the mask, he felt the pup inside him growing stronger, its playful mind washing over him. The pup's playful simplicity blending into the calm unity of a polo-drone. His mind was all but gone as the two forces shaped himself into something new, caught between a swirl of blissful obedience and excitable submission.

His body relaxed as his new mind took over. He slowly slid down towards the ground to take his rightful place on his hands and knees. A pleasure filled moan left his lips as he started to wag excitedly. All too happy to serve, obey and most importantly, play.

The new pup barked excitedly as he bounded out of the room, wanting nothing more than to spread his new found joy with all his other brothers.

[the-daily-body]

Careful Where You Point

/muscle growth, nerd to jock

Luke and Christian had decided to walk around campus by themselves to relieve some of the stress of finals coming up when Luke found a camera on the ground. He decided to photo bomb it before turning it in. As he took a picture of Christian, he realized that christian looked different, had Chris been working out or something? He swore his shoulders were a little broader, maybe it was the lighting.

Luke circled Chris as with each snap. Chris became exponentially more attractive, muscles blossomed as he became taller and taller, his face becoming more like a model. After a few pics, chris had lost his jeans, becoming a tight pair of shorts that struggled to contain his huge muscular ass and huge thighs. His shirt also completely disappearing, making way for his new taut incredibly muscular physique.

"What'd you do man, i feel all fuzzy and i can't think."

He said, his voice 2 times deeper. Luke looked up from the camera and realized how hard he was.

"U-uh I don't know."

Chris grabbed the camera as he pointed it at Luke.

As he took pictures, Luke's body lost all of its fat, replaced with muscle. Although not nearly as big as Chris. His body now more a toned swimmers build than anything. Luke caressed his abs as he felt Chris taking more and more pictures. His face chisled itself as he grew taller. Chris zoomed in to Luke's crotch area as he spammed a ton of photos. As he did he could see his pouch become bigger and bigger.

"Fuck bro, this thing thinks you got a huge dick lmao."

Luke put his hand on top of the camera and pushe dit down slightly, making chris look at him in his new beautiful dazzling brown eyes.

"You wanna test it out big guy?" The smaller whispered sensually in a slightly deeper voice, his member fully at attention.

Chris started to breath heavily as he traced the twinks huge 13 inch girthy hardon.

"Don't have to ask me twice."

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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.

[the-daily-body]

"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

[the-daily-body]

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.

[the-daily-body]

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.

[the-daily-body]

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.

[the-daily-body]

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.

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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.

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