My Husband Has Been Insisting On Topping Me In Bed I Was Happy To Oblige But Even Though I Love Him His

My husband has been insisting on topping me in bed I was happy to oblige but even though I love him his body didn't spark my wanting to bottom, we tried blindfolding and some toys but nope. Even though I love him I can only see myself topping him and deep down confessed that I maybe having someone bigger than me could help.

We didn’t speak much about it and continued our lives. One day however he calls me to go to the gym I thought it was weird seeing he doesn’t like the gym and he sounded to have a cold. At the gym there was nobody else but one man doing bicep curls I walked over to him to ask where my husband could be but when I saw his face it was my husbands but more manly and even grew facial hair.

I gawked at his presence he had grown maybe a head or two above me and his muscles which were big he flexed them  bigger. He asked me if this could make me bottom for him and I could only nod. He carried me like like I weighed nothing and felt something hitting my back he could only smile and say I was going for a rough experience.

The once little twink now towered and being revered by the one beneath him he had absorbed the size and power of the third but still thirsts for growth and after their little worship session he would take from the other.

The Great Shift:Modern Family - Part 1

Hey all! This idea came about from a chat I had with @thegreatstoryteller, so I hope you enjoy it! Yes this is part 1, so there will be more of it before long.

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The Great Shift was a disastrous event for many people. Suddenly thrust into another random body at the whims of the universe in some freak cosmic accident, many lives were irreparably changed as the world adjusted to the new status quo. People were still trying to work out the cause of the strange phenomenon, but until they did, many people were stuck in the new lives they had woken up in, forced to get used to their new reality. Among them were the Haversford family, and this is their story...

Nathan - Son

Nathan had woken up like it was any other day when the shift had happened. Something felt wrong as he rolled over and reached towards the nightstand on the left side of the bed, only to be met with a solid wall. Frowning, he opened his eyes and was indeed met with a solid wall where one side of his double bed should be. Not only that, but the hand against the wall looked wrong. His still tired brain couldn’t quite process what he was seeing; he could’ve sworn his hand looked larger and darker than it should have, but that wasn’t possible. 

The strangeness only continued when he went to roll out of the other side of the bed and stand up. His whole body felt heavier as he swung his legs off the edge of the bed and looked around the room. This room definitely wasn’t his. Everything from the sports posters on the walls to the tank tops and jock straps covering the floor was wrong, and that was if he ignored that the size and layout of the room was also wrong. He hadn’t been drinking last night; it had just been the usual Haversford family game night; tacos and an intense game of Monopoly that’d he ended up losing to his mother wouldn’t lead to whatever was happening now.

He stood, swaying slightly at the unfamiliar weight he was somehow carrying as he made his way over to the large mirror that covered what must be the wardrobe. What he saw there was not what he had expected. Instead of the usual average white guy, Nathan was met with bulging muscle and dark skin.

It wasn’t until he checked the phone he found by the bed an hour later that he found out what was actually going on. Thankfully, it had unlocked with his fingerprint, but he had to wrestle with it for several minutes to switch the language over to English from whatever it had been before. The local news websites, which to his relief his phone could translate, were all talking about an event being called ‘The Great Shift’. Apparently, it was some cosmic phenomenon that scientists had been warning about, one that randomly swapped people into different bodies. That would certainly go a long way to explaining things for Nathan; he was in someone else’s body in a totally different part of the world. And to make it worse, he was stuck not knowing the language. This wasn’t going to be easy. 

~~~

Nathan had been right that very first day. It hadn’t been easy for him, or anyone else caught up in The Great Shift. With all the chaos, many people were simply stranded in their new lives with no way back to who they used to be. 

For Nathan, that had meant he spent a lot of time at the gym working out his new body. He wasn’t sure about it at first, but he felt bad not looking after the stranger's body when he didn’t know how long he’d be in it. So he stumbled his way through the gym five days a week. Thankfully, his body seemed to remember the routine well enough, because despite the feeling of dread when he walked in that first time, he found it went a lot better than he expected it to. 

He grew to like the gym a lot over the weeks. Not only did the burn as he lifted and pushed his new body to its limits feel good, but he didn’t have to worry about talking to anyone. The language barrier was still very much a thing for Nathan, one he’d basically given up on getting over. He had quite the surprise when he found out his new body was some type of model, but once he realised all he had to do was stand around and look hot, he’d breathed a sigh of relief. Between that and working out, he didn’t need to worry about communicating all that much, so beyond the basics he was glad to not have to worry about learning a whole new language. 

~~~

It had been around three weeks for Nathan when he found himself working out in the gym one afternoon when someone caught his attention. Usually, he didn’t pay too much attention to the others when he was working out, but this guy was clearly struggling. He had an impressive body, there was no doubt about that, but quite obviously didn’t know how to use it. Someone else caught up in the shift?

He wasn’t going to do anything, but he couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy. Nathan sighed as he set his own weights down and hurried over to the guy whose ass he couldn’t help but stare at. When he got there, he wordlessly started correcting the man’s form with the bar he was using to do squats; he wasn’t bothered to try and talk to him, especially if he was correct about this being another shift victim. 

There was an understanding and gratefulness in the hunk’s eyes when Nathan gave him a nod to continue, slight corrections made to his posture and grip on the bar as the guy went through his next set.

He was far better this time than the set Nathan had watched from afar, so much so that by the time he set the bar back down on the rack Nathan gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder and a thumbs up. The stranger returned the friendly gesture with a wide grin and said what Nathan understood meant ‘thank you’ in whatever country he had ended up in. Perhaps this was the beginning of a new friendship for him?

Kelly - Mother

To say Kelly wasn’t a morning person was an understatement. She had trouble sleeping on a normal day, so when she woke up feeling slightly odd that morning, she just chalked it up to a bad night as always. Between the lack of sleep and no coffee, it was hardly a surprise that she hadn’t noticed the major difference in her body, even as she stumbled through the unfamiliar room towards the bathroom. It was roughly similar in layout to the one she was used to, so her tired brain still navigated towards where she needed to go to start off her usual morning routine of showering whilst her husband made coffee. 

Something about the bathroom felt off as Kelly walked in, but not enough for her to notice anything majorly wrong yet. It wasn’t until the water was running and she stepped inside that she noticed what was wrong. Her body felt wrong as strangely large hands roamed over it, bigger and thicker than she remembered. It was nothing like it should be. She looked down and had to throw a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream that she almost let out at the sight of what was hanging between her legs.

She had a cock, and not just any cock either. Long and thick and dark, with hairy balls that hung behind it to match. A quick exploration of the rest of her body confirmed what she had seen; her breasts were gone, replaced by hard bulging pecs that matched the rest of her now massive frame. And she was darker all over too, a rich tone that wasn’t even close to the tan she had been working on. 

Shower forgotten, she climbed out and picked up the nearest towel. She had instinctively gone to wrap it around her chest, but soon realised that would be a lot harder now, so opted for her waist instead, like her husband usually did. 

There was no denying it. By some strange twist of reality, there was a man looking back at her from out of the mirror. And now she was getting hard at the sight of him- “Oh shit.” She said in her new deeper voice when she realised she was getting turned on; the towel wouldn’t cover her up much longer at this rate. The sound of her own voice did nothing to help the growing hardness that was threatening to break free of the hastily tied towel, the unmistakably male voice shot right through her, not that her body fit that pronoun right now. 

~~~

Initially, Kelly refused to leave the house, too worried about being seen. But after several days of her self-imposed isolation, she hadn’t been able to avoid the news of what had happened. Some Great Shift that did the same to many other people as it had done to her. There was a comfort in the knowledge that she wasn’t the only one that had woken up in a different country in a new body, a body she still refused to acknowledge to touch if she didn’t have to. She worried for her family though, deeply. She didn’t have the first idea of how to contact them. After all, even if she called the house, there was no way of knowing whether they’d been switched too, and if they had, then she’d never be able to find them. 

It took the pre-prepared food in the fridge running out for her to venture outside for the first time. Clearly whoever’s body this was took good care of himself. Meal prepping several days in advance had given Kelly an excuse to not need to leave. It had been a surprise just how much this body could eat, almost double what she was used to. She counted herself lucky that she was a good cook and had a decent memory. She had no idea how much someone like this guy needed to eat, so relying on what she remembered from the past few days, meals would have to suffice. 

There were still a few things, however, that she still couldn’t bring herself to do. No matter how many mornings she woke up with her cock rock hard between her legs, she couldn’t give her body the sexual relief it needed. It felt like a line she couldn’t cross, not without admitting to herself that she really was a man now. Then there was working out. This body needed it, but every time she’d got his gym stuff together and ready to go she chickened out, too worried about making a fool of herself before she even attempted to set foot inside. 

~~~

Two weeks passed with the same routine of feeding her body and avoiding anything else. She tried her hardest to keep her identity separate from the man she saw in the mirror. The mental separation between body and mind was the only thing keeping her from relenting. It was always there in the back of her mind, that need to give in, jerk off and just accept the new masculinity for what it was. 

It took another week before she caved. 

There was no particular reason for it, but one morning she woke up, hard as always, and just went for it without thinking. Large hand wrapped around her length, hard fast strokes as orgasm built rapidly. It took seconds. Seconds before balls pulled tight and cum flooded out of her cock in blissful waves. HIS cock. She couldn’t keep up the idea that she was a woman now when she’d just done that. Maybe it was the weeks of feeling it there that had led to the unprompted jerk off session, but there was no going back now. At least for now, Kelly was a man. 

The long, prolonged trip to the gym came later that day. If Kelly was going to do this, she, he, was going to do it right. And that included taking care of this body properly. The only issue was, despite this body knowing what it was doing, Kelly didn’t. The exercises came easily enough, but they were harder than he knew this body should find them. 

He was halfway through his second set of squats when Kelly felt a set of hands against his hips. With the weight he was holding, he didn’t have time to look to see who it was, but he could feel the guy adjusting his form with every rep. He was grateful for the help, and he tried to show as much at the end of the set with a friendly smile and an awkward ‘thank you’. He’d been so focused on denying the reality of being a man for the time being he hadn't even thought about learning whatever the local language was, besides the odd phrase like ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ that had come up often enough on his few trips outside for him to recognise. 

Whoever this guy was, he had been nice enough to lend a hand and was gorgeous too. Kelly felt bad for being attracted to someone that wasn’t his husband, but who knows how long this would go on for? And this body clearly liked the guy too; he still wasn’t used to having his arousal so clearly on display now he had a cock.

3 months later…

Nathan and Kelly had hit it off better than either had expected. Communication was still difficult for the pair; both assumed the other didn’t speak English, and that barrier had kept them from finding out each other’s former identities. It hadn’t been all bad, though. As they’d become more immersed, they had both picked up enough of the language to hold basic conversations. Nathan had understood enough to know Kelly hadn’t been a man before this, and he was all too happy to show the new man all the ways around a male body when the pair had inevitably given in to their attraction to each other. They had only grown closer as the weeks passed, their romantic attraction unknowingly built on top of the bond that neither knew already existed. They worked out together almost every day, hung out together; Kelly even helped Nathan with his meal prep to keep their borrowed bodies in peak physical condition. 

A news broadcast one morning ‌shattered the almost blissful few months they had spent together, as blissful as they could be given the circumstances. It was an update on The Great Shift, the now infamous event that had thrown the world into chaos. 

“Fuck!” Kelly shouted as it finally became clear what the presenter had been trying to communicate. There was no going back, no way of reversing the shift and returning to who they used to be. “My only chance of seeing them again…” He muttered as he turned away from the TV.

Nathan frowned. That had been English, right? He wasn’t hearing things? “Wait, did you just speak English?” He asked, unable to hide the hopeful edge to his voice. 

Kelly whirled around, eyes wide as he nodded furiously. “Yeah, it was! Did we really never think of trying that?” He chuckled. 

Nathan moved closer, arms rested over the other man’s shoulders. “We’re idiots, total idiots.” He grinned. Only moments later, that grin softened when he remembered what Kelly had said to cause the revelation. “What did you mean your last chance? Family?”

Kelly nodded solemnly. “Husband, son and daughter. I know we’ve got to make the best of it, and it’s been fun, but I can’t help but miss them, you know?” Kelly sighed, but there was a wistful smile on his face. “Derek and I had been together since he spilled half a bottle of wine over me at a dinner party, trying to show off and open it with some fancy sword, only to shatter it completely.” 

Alarm raced through Nathan. He knew that story. He’d heard it thousands of times. Nathan leapt away from Kelly as if he’d been burnt; that was the story of how his parents met after all. “Wait, mom??” 

Kelly frowned. “Nathan? Nathan Haversford?” He questioned, voice hesitant as he let his eyes roam over his supposed son’s body. 

Nathan could barely bring himself to nod in response, too stunned to do anything else. 

Kelly couldn’t figure out how to react. On the one hand, he was overjoyed to see his son again, but embarrassed as hell at everything that had happened between them in the last three months. They had grown close and had a lot of hot sex, and Nathan had been so good at helping Kelly adjust to the new male body. Kelly had even become used to it, the cock between his legs left like it belonged there now. 

“This is all too weird.” Kelly said after a couple of moments of tense silence passed between them.

Nathan scoffed. “You can say that again. All this time I’ve been helping my mother adjust to being a muscled, gym obsessed dude. Fuck.”

“You did a pretty good job of it.” Kelly said with a shrug. “I’ve, umm, kind of enjoyed this time as a man. Didn’t think I would but…” He trailed off, unwilling to finish what he was saying.

Nathan hadn’t been able to stop staring. All this time, all the gym sessions and the long nights fucking, that had all been with his mother. But was the man in front of him and the woman who raised him really the same person? There were obviously similarities sure, but Kelly had grown so much in the last few months. He carried himself with more confidence than he’d previously had, embraced being called a man even. And now they were stuck this way, maybe it was time to move on from who they’d been before.

He took a step forward, then another. He knew what he was doing was a bad idea, but as he reached out and rested his arms over Kelly’s shoulders, he thought maybe this was a bad idea they would both actually enjoy. “Well if you’re enjoying it, maybe we should continue?”

“We can’t really do this, can we?” Kelly said, nervous but aroused as their lips drifted closer together. 

“I mean, you heard them on the news, we’re never going back to who we used to be. I’m not Nathan, and you’re definitely not Kelly. We’re not related anymore, not Haversford’s. Now we’re just two hot black studs and have been for months now.” With that said, Nathan closed the distance; their lips crashed together in a fierce kiss. 

Kelly was hesitant at first, he let his son kiss him without returning it. But as the seconds passed, he thought about how enjoyable the last few months had actually been, and how good the lips against his own felt. “Fuck it. Goodbye Kelly.” He whispered against the other man’s lips before he slid his arms down to wrap around his new lover’s waist. Was this a mistake? Probably. But it’s not like either of them could do anything about the situation now. 

To be continued…

Gift That Keeps Giving

“So… how does it feel?” Kamal asked the man in front of him as he adjusted the sleeve of his jersey. The handsome man stayed quiet as he continued to bounce around in place, seemingly trying to get comfortable in his own skin. 

Kamal couldn’t help but admire the man’s well groomed appearance; from his perfect beard to the stylish haircut, Kamal was already fantasizing what it would be like to see that handsome face from underneath him as he jackhammered his ass into submission. He could already hear him begging him to go harder between moans. He knew the jersey would have to stay on during sex to avoid the transformation reverting back, but Kamal accepted it as a fair trade off if it meant he got to fuck a hunk of a man every night from there on. 

Kamal had his doubts that the enchanted jersey would work, but he went ahead and took a chance on it. He blew well over a thousand dollars to get it from a back alley exchange. 

That was the hardest part of Kamal’s plan, as he knew the rest would be smooth sailing from there on. His girlfriend Aisha was ecstatic when he came home with the black jersey in hand. He had told her that he wanted to go out to a game with her instead of his bros for once. She was so delighted that she accepted and donned the jersey without a second thought. 

The changes were gradual at first. Aisha’s voice kept cracking as it deepened, she noticed her shaved body hair was growing back faster than before, her once sharp, witty mind had dumbed down to slang and dick jokes, and her body shape had lost its feminine curves before she even realized it had happened! Soon enough, she had completely transformed into a man, Kamal smiling all the while as he watched it happen.

“Bro! Why are we just standing here!? Let’s go!” the former Aisha said to Kamal with a voice as deep and smooth as the ocean. 

Kamal smirked as he trailed behind his new boyfriend. Feeling mischievous, Kamal gave him a nice smack on the ass and cupped his cheek for a moment. Given that they were in public, the hunk acted like he was mad and pushed Kamal’s hand away. But deep down, as Aisha’s feelings for Kamal stayed the same despite the total body transformation, he wished Kamal had smacked him harder. It was then he knew how foreplay would go later that same night. 

"Sure, let me take your picture,"

Said of course has no idea that Stanley was in fact left unconscious in his own room while the one who took his picture was an impostor, and a very cunning one at posing as someone else, all thanks to the phone camera that impostor own

Jonny is a 19 years old college dropout who received a blessing of a lifetime as he found a phone left behind inside a bathroom of a night club. The phone has no security features whatsover and a quick look through some of the files revealed certain private information of the owner, including a series of hot guys pictures which led to Jonny assuming that the owner is gay. Much to his surprise, when he clicked on the pictures, he experienced the transformation into the perfect replica of the person in the pictures, and this happened multiple times in multiple bodies.

Ever since that fateful day of knowing the power held by him, Jonny ensured to capture all celebrity and good-looking people he wished to look like, and that includes the unsuspecting Said as the latest victim

As Jonny returned to the confine of his dorm room, he eagerly clicked on the picture he took earlier of Said and then not even 10 seconds later, a replica of Said is already in the bathroom, Jonny's reflection now showing a Middle Eastern rough daddy rather than an adorable and yet highly muscular buff Canadian guy.

"A much needed change in scenery," Jonny said as he smirked while exploring his rugged muscular body now under his possession with his meaty and calloused fingers

Not Planning Things Through

“R-right now!?” Hank held up his hand. “Wait! Don’t you—” But he could already feel the growth running through him. The average built college student was rapidly undergoing a transformation. Instantly every part of him started to bulk up. His arms doubled in size. Muscle built upon muscle to give him massive biceps that bodybuilders would dream of. It was the same with his triceps. With the lightest of flexes, a strong horseshoe shape bulged from behind his arm.

Each one of his fingers grew to be able to hold heavier weight. His shoulders grew incredibly broad and round while his chest pushed far out in front of him. Underneath them, his abs formed 6 thick blocks. Each one defined without even flexing.

It was the same with his legs as they bulged with muscle and power. His quads grew to unbelievable proportions while his ass pushed far out behind him. yet, he still maintained a thin waist. Pants would be a problem as each of his legs was far thicker than the average man, and the thinness of his waist would make it hard to find any that would fit him properly.

Hank glared at his friend. “Now what am I supposed to do about clothes?” He quickly grabbed a sheet off his bed to cover him up. Their dorm room was pretty small, but they still had that.

Matt pulled up his phone and started typing. “Done. You never wore clothes before. Now you don’t need them at all.” His smile widened as he watched the sheet fall from Hank’s hands. The cock he’d been covering up was amazing. Thick and long, running halfway down Hank’s thick leg.

“I guess you’re right…” Hank felt the second set of memories taking over. He could remember walking around proudly in the nude in his less than stellar form. Now there was definitely no reason to cover up. His hands naturally started to explore the muscles over his chest. It felt so normal but different. Never had he had such firm and large pecs to run his hands across. Nor had he ever felt the power held tightly in his biceps. Each muscle was firm and strong. Even as he gripped them, they barely moved. Blood pumped faster through his body, filling his hardening cock. What already looked large, only grew as it pointed directly at Matt. “Now those frat guys won’t know what hit them. You think it’ll work?”

“D-dude! Of course it’ll work,” Matt stammer. His free hand was absentmindedly rubbing his own penis as he looked up and down the other man. “I made you so sexy that straight guys wouldn’t be able to say no to you.”

“Oh?” Hank raised an eyebrow.

“Now I just have to do me and we can—”

“No,” Hank said. Matt stopped typing in his phone. A grin appeared on his handsome face. He watched as Matt’s fingers tried to touch his phone’s screen but couldn’t seem to do so.

“Wh-what do you mean no?”

“I don’t think you need to change. Actually, you don’t want to change,” Hank said. He watched as Matt’s eyes shifted back and forth. Clearly trying to deny that he didn’t want to change. They had agreed to change together. To go to the frat party and steal all the girls. But Hank was feeling something different. “Give me your phone.” Hank held out his hand.

Matt struggled as he gave Hank the phone. “But—”

“But what? You wouldn’t want to show up this body, would you?” Hank threw up a flex watching his muscles bulge. Matt’s eyes followed perfectly as his mouth hung slightly agape. His head shook side to side at the inference. “Of course not. I can already see how much you want to feel these hard muscles.” Matt slowly nodded. His hands reached out but paused. “Go on. Don’t keep me waiting,” Hank ordered.

Matt flung himself into Hank’s body. His hands landed on his firm chest, groping it. “Oh gawd…” he moaned. It was deep and sensual. A long breath escaped him as though he’d been holding it for a long time. Matt’s hands continued to rub against the other man’s smooth skin.

“That’s it,” Hank goaded. “You feel more turned on than you ever have.” Matt couldn’t say no to the implication. His body reacted and he could feel his cock throbbing in his shorts. Hank smirked as he watched the desperation to please him from Matt only seemed to grow. Matt’s body started to rub up against him, almost as though to obey the command to the absolute best of his ability. “Alright,” Hank placed his hand on top of Matt’s head. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

Slowly, Matt nodded. “But… I’ve never done it before…”

Hank bellowed out a laugh. “It’s alright buddy,” he said. “I can fix that.” He pulled out Matt’s phone and pulled up the Chronivac. “Just go ahead and get started.” Matt’s hands slid down his firm muscles as he dropped down to his knees. His mouth hung open as he tried to lick at the thick cock pointed at him.

It took a moment but he felt like he was starting to get the hang of it. Matt’s lips kissed the head of Hank’s penis and then opened around it as he slid it inside his mouth. “That’s it,” Hank moaned. The grip of his hand tightened around the back of Matt’s head. “Keep—Going—”

The unexpected compliment, followed by the encouraging touch, sent Matt over. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to please another man. His body couldn’t help itself as it finished faster than Matt had ever before. Yet, he still had a mission. Hank’s firm hand still laid on the back of his head as he suckled on the thick cock inside his mouth. His lips slid back and forth, sending the cock to the back of his throat.

“Soooo gooood…” Hank praised.

Matt felt his body jerk again. His eyes went wide. His fingers clawed at the ground. ‘I finished again?!’ But he knew he had as it started to drip down his own leg. And somehow it felt even better than before. He let out a moan as he continued to suck on the rod inside his mouth. Never in his life did Matt think it would feel this good to please another man, but right now he couldn’t stop. Each moan exuded by Hank set him off just a little more. He could already feel his cock hardening again while Hank’s throbbed inside his mouth.

Each lick set the big muscular man just a little closer to the edge. Hank’s strong hands squeezed tightly as though to hold it off as long as possible. But it was getting to be too much. His body jerked several times, fucking the inside of his roommate’s mouth. Yet, Matt swallowed the massive loads with an untold amount of greed. “That’s a good boy,” Hank praised again.

For a third time, Matt unloaded in his shorts. He couldn’t help it. Each compliment just seemed to set him off. The strong commanding nature of Hank’s voice was far sexier than he even imagined possible. Though, his body fell after the experience. It was too much. His body had never experienced such sexual bliss. And he almost felt like his body was going to force him in a round 4.

“That’s alright,” Hank made sure his friend didn’t hit the dorm room floor too hard. Then picked him up. “You can rest. I’ll go have enough fun with the frat guys for the two of us.” He waved the Chronivac in his hand as he turned the lights off and left their room.

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