The New App AdvEYEsor Was Suddenly Very Popular Among Teens. All You Had To Do Was Submit A Photo And

The new app ‘AdvEYEsor’ was suddenly very popular among teens. All you had to do was submit a photo and a problem and the team would solve it for you. Truthfully, most kids were using it to show off and hook up and Brad was no different. 

“Help! I have trouble getting laid” He typed and send a photo right after a huge pump at the gym, sure it would get all the girls panties wet. 

The photo seemed to take forever to process and when it was done all these lights flashed on his phone. As he blinked and felt a bit woozy he got a text message from the app. 

15 people nearby want 2 fuck u but were intimidated by ur muscle. Now U should have NO problem :P - AdvEYEsor

Brad looked down and felt a cold sensation cross his body as he noticed his muscles were gone and in their place was a twinky, gay body.

He struggled to text the app again but before he could a couple of his former competitors walked into the change room naked and decided to have a little fun with the fresh meat.

“On my way home,” I texted my boyfriend, Kevin. I attached a selfie that I had taken on my way out of the gym, “Be ready.”

“Nice. Who is he?” he replied.

“His name is Terry. Chest day today. Can you tell?”

I scrolled up and looked again at the picture I had sent, with Terry’s skimpy black stringer doing very little to cover his slab-like pecs. Then I looked down at them in person. I pulled the stringer out in front of me and gave them a nod of approval as I bounced them up and down a couple of times. While I was at it, I gave his biceps a flex and ran my fingers along the thick veins that ran along the muscle. This dude was fit as fuck. I imagined he was a football player or something, though I had only filtered through some very basic information about him from his memories. If I planned on staying in him for more than an hour or so, I could easily access some more details about his life. But, as it was, I only planned on taking him home for a quick fuck with Kevin. Then, I could drop him off back at the gym with a couple of modified memories that made him think he had just stayed a little longer than usual, and send him on his way.

“He’s hot,” Kevin texted, “Hurry home ;)”

... And Nothing But The Truth

(You can read Part 1 HERE)

“Well, how do I look?”

Blake might have been too modest to say it, but he had done an incredible job transforming Mark. The two had decided to have a little fun with the truth serum before going back out to punish Stan. Blake had started by turning Mark into the best version of himself, which meant perfect hair, perfect muscles, and the perfect dick. He hadn’t seen it yet, but he desperately wanted too. He was still a cock-hungry bottom slut after all.

“Still horny?” Mark said, taking the words right out of his head. Blake nodded. He didn’t want to say anything out-loud in case the truth serum was still in effect. If there was anything Blake had learned today, it was to be extremely careful with this powerful elixir. Just one sip, and anything you said became the truth. Anything.

“Here,” Mark reached out a hand, “I’ll turn you into something good. Not this twink bullshit.”

“Really?” Blake said, relieved.

“Of course!” Mark said, “it’s the least I could do. You’re the reason I’ve got this incredible body instead of being wrapped around John’s disgusting ass.” He laughed as he gave a little flex, sending a fresh blush across Blake’s face.

He handed the bottle to Mark, who popped open the cap and took a couple of drops. Blake felt a pang of fear as he saw the contents of the bottle: there were only a couple of small sips left.

“Alright,” Mark said, “who’s your favorite actor?”

“Sorry?”

“Actor, celebrity, ANYONE! Someone you find hot. Someone you’ve always wanted to be.”

The question stubbed Blake. Who wouldn’t he want to be? Anyone but the flimsy, fat-assed daddy chaser he was now.

“Can it be an athlete?” Blake asked.

“Anyone,” Mark said.

The image of him had crossed his mind briefly, before sticking and growing into swarm of fantasies that were now swirling around his head. They were about to become a reality.

“Well… I’ve always thought Gus Kenworthy was really hot.”

Mark gained. “Well today’s your lucky day, because you ARE Gus Kenworthy. Pro Olympic Skier, social justice champion, and handsome, hairy, and huge piece of man meat.”

The words felt like candy to Blake’s ears. Immediately, he felt a warmth overtake him, flooding his veins like adrenaline. This was nothing like the last transformation, which felt cold, humiliating. At that moment, Blake felt like he could fly.

“Ooooohhhh…” the young man moaned. His body shivered as the flab from his over-sized bottom ass vanished, transforming into solid muscle with the perfect amount of fat. The muscle ran down his thighs, bulking them to ham-size and pressing them against his formally loose briefs. Now, the fabric highlighted every curve of his astonishingly toned lower half, hardened and chiseled from years of skiing on the slopes of Colorado.

“Is… is that my ass?” Blake stuttered.

Mark laughed, “I think the real question you should be asking is: are those your abs?”

Blake looked down. The flood of adrenaline had made its way up to his torso, where he could feel his chest tighten into a solid rack of abs, his obliques turning to hard lines leading down to his crotch.

Muscle mass filled his pecs like two sand bags, and the sudden addition of weight to his frail frame caused Blake to stumble back. By now, his whole body had gone numb. He couldn’t feel himself fall to the floor, he couldn’t even hear himself moaning and screaming in intense pleasure. He could only feel the heat and the testosterone as it continued to shape and expand his muscles, broaden his frame, and cover his skin with a fresh layer of dusty blonde hair and tattoos.

“FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK.” His hands were running wild across his body. His arms had just finished packing on lean muscle when the final muscle began its long awaited transformation. Blake had never seen Gus’ dick. He could only imagine the meat that guy was packing under all those snow clothes. But when Mark had said “huge piece of man meat,” he wasn’t just talking about his body…

It started out like the beginning of an orgasm. All the muscles around the base of his dick tense, all the blood went from his muscles down towards his crotch, sending fresh shivers throughout the rest of his body.

His head jerked. His mouth dropped. And Blake—or rather Gus—let out one final moan before firing his load off into his underwear. As he did, his dick grew by a full four inches, almost bursting the seams of the wet boxers as his tiny twink cock transformed into a true Olympic penis.

It was a full minute before Gus’ eyesight returned. The intensity of the orgasm was such that he could barely see anything. When he finally did, the first thing he saw was Mark, his gorgeous jock body hovering over him. He reached out a hand, helping Gus to his feet.

“Here,” he said, handing him a bottle of water, “you need to replenish.”

Gus took a big sip, and handed the bottle back to Mark. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his sweaty, bulging muscles sending a fresh rush of lust through his newly transformed body. He couldn’t stop looking at himself, admiring his olympian form, his handsome scruff, his irresistible smile.

“Fuck man… I’m hot as hell!”

“You must be,” Mark said, “neither John or me ever came like that when we transformed. As a matter of fact… we never came at all.”

“Well,” Gus said, “I guess it must have been how you said it.” He leaned in to give his new friend a kiss…

…But he pulled back. “Um… sorry.” Mark gave a nervous laugh. “I’m straight, actually. I’ve got a girlfriend. Well, I had a girlfriend a year ago. God knows where she is now.”

“I’m sorry.” Gus said, visibly disappointed.

Mark gave a weary smile, “I just don’t feel that way about guys, you know?”

A light went off in Gus’ head. “Do you want to?”

“Sorry?”

“Be gay. Or bi. I mean… wouldn’t it be nice to broaden your horizons?”

“I mean sure but, I can’t just choose to be gay.” At the same time, they both looked down at the truth serum, then back up at each other.

“You’re not suggesting—“

“—It would be totally up to you!” Gus said, defensive. “I know you were forced to change in the past. I don’t want to force you to do anything now.”

Mark looked into Gus’—or Blake’s—eyes. He saw a man who he admired, even if he wasn’t attracted to him per-sea. But deep down, he knew that he wanted to be.

“Sure,” he smiled, handing Gus back the bottle, “why not?”

No one in the gym ever used the sauna. It was relatively tiny, tucked away in the back of the locker rooms, and the temperature controls never really worked. However, this made it the perfect spot for a late night hookup, which was exactly what Gus anticipated would happen.

He closed the door behind Mark. He paced around in eager anticipation. “Did you drink it?”

Gus nodded as he held up the bottle. “There’s enough for one more sip after this,” he said with an air of gloom. After a moment of silence, Gus smiled cleared his throat. “Well, by order of the truth serum, I hereby declare you, Mark, bisexual.”

Silence. Mark looked around the room, then down at himself. “Did it work?”

“I don’t know,” Gus said, “that’s a question only you can answer.”

But Mark didn’t feel any different. He always thought changing his sexuality would come with fireworks, images of big wet dicks flooding his mind, but none of that was the case. Instead, he found himself taking notice of different things. About Gus. The way his muscles got all sweaty and glistening in the heat of the sauna, the way his pecs heaved up and down as he breathed in the hot air, the way his trail of hair pointed down from his six pack abs to his…

“Oh—“ Mark stumbled back onto the bench. His dick was hard as steel, fighting to get out of his underwear. He looked up at Gus, almost as if for approval. He smiled, nodded, and Mark got to removing his briefs.

It was the first time Gus got to see the dick he had created. It flopped out of the black fabric, a tiny bit of pre cum flicking out onto Mark’s sweaty chest, and waved in the air, unbalanced by its own weight. And as he watched Mark start to play around with it, he felt his hand instinctively move down towards his crotch, where his own dick was starting to awaken.

“Fuuuuuck man,” Mark said as he continued to beat off. He closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure while Gus removed his underwear and got on his knees. He didn’t notice the olympic athlete’s mouth above his cock until he felt something hot and wet swallow all 8 inches of his salty stick.

He opened his eyes. Gus Kenworthy was on all fours, chocking on his dick like a pro. Mark gasped. The image alone was enough to send him over the edge, but with the intuition of someone who’d been doing this a long time, Gus took the cock out of his mouth and stroked it, slowly.

“I got you pretty close, didn’t I?” Gus said, a little bit of cum dripping from his smiling mouth.

Mark could only nod. “I… I didn’t know liking guys could be this much fun.”

“Oh and it only get better,” Gus said. He grabbed Mark’s ass and flipped him over. Mark gasped. The strength with with Gus was able to maneuver him around was so hot, that he found himself flashing his hole even before Gus reared up behind him.

The heat was so intense, both from the sauna and from inside of him, that he found himself saying and doing things that he never thought. “Fuck me,” Mark whispered, shoving his ass up against Gus, and twitching as he felt the weight of his meat slap on his exposed hole.

But Gus wanted him to enjoy this. Instead of shoving it right in, he grinded his cock up against Mark’s crack, feeling the warmth in-between his cheeks, and letting his sweat and pre cum lube up his continually flashing hole.

This drove Mark nuts. Within moments, he was moaning, loudly, begging for Gus’ cock. So much so, that Gus was scared someone would walk in at that very second. He leaned down and whispered to Mark, “you ready for this dick?”

“Yes… yes…” Mark said in-between groans. Gus smiled, leaned back, and slid himself inside.

Mark screamed. He was tight as hell, which was to be expected. He’d never had anything up his ass before, but when the sharp feeling of pain had passed, a euphoria unlike anything he had ever experience swept over his body. Gus’ dick was so long, it went straight for his prostate. With every thrust, Mark felt himself grow hotter and hotter, the sweat coming off his his muscles in sheets.

“FUCK!” He was cumming. Already. They had been fucking for less than as minute when Mark’s cock started to spew seed all over the bench bellow. It just kept coming, the cum, and the sheer image of Mark creaming over his dick was more than enough to send Gus over the edge as well.

“Fuck I’m… I’m… UGGGGHHHHH!” Gus thrust forward, freezing as his body tensed and shot yet another load, this time straight down Mark’s formally straight hole. Mark could feel Gus tense and writhe behind him, his body slammed up against his ass and hamstrings, sending more warmth throughout his ever scorching body.

The orgasms lasted longer than the actual fucking, but once both boys were done, they flopped down on the bench, panting hard.

“Better than straight sex?” Gus asked.

Mark laughed. “I’ll tell you next time I see my girlfriend,” he said, and patted Gus on the leg. “Thank you,” he looked into his eyes, “for everything.”

Gus smiled, nodding to the door. “Want to watch me turn Stan into something crazy?”

“Oh yes.”

Frank checked his watch for the third time in an hour. The hands on the little metal face seemed to be crawling towards the “12:00,” and he knew when they did, he would finally be able to close the gym. Normally, most of the people left by 8:00, and he would get to close early, go out drinking with his friends, and relax at home with some Netflix. But tonight was different. Tonight, he had to stay ‘till the very last second because, remarkably, the gym wasn’t empty. Remarkably, Stan—or the aging bodybuilder who referred to himself as “Stan”—and Alex were still there, pounding out reps at the benches, feeling each other’s hot, sweaty muscles and exchanging long, impassioned kisses in between sets.

“Can we go home now?” Alex whimpered like a little girl. When he heard this, Frank sat up in his seat. Was this finally it?

“Just a few more sets,” Stan said patting his boyfriend, each one landing on Alex’s thick chest with a loud *thud. “I wanted that ass pumped and plump by the time we get to bed.” He slapped Alex’s butt. Frank rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair and preparing for another half hour of gay smooching.

And that’s when he heard a voice come from the locker rooms. “HEY!” someone called. Frank looked up to see two new guys standing out overlooking the mat, eyes glued on Stan with righteous fury. Frank didn’t recognize either of them, and all he could think as they walked forward was: how the hell did they get in here?

Stan threw up his arms. “You boys wanna join the party?” he said with a jolly smile. But Blake—or Gus rather—was not smiling.

“Oh come on Stan,” Gus said, “don’t tell me you don’t recognize your own freshman year lab partner.”

Stan’s brain worked like molasses as he put all the pieces together. First Blake, then Gus, and now… the truth serum. He frantically patted around his pockets for the small green bottle, but then he realized he didn’t have any pockets; he was wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of briefs.

“Looking for this?” the guy next to Blake said, holding up the small bottle. Stan lunged forward and grabbed it out of his hand. He uncorked the top and put it to his lips. Nothing. He shook the bottle. It was empty.

“Look’s like your luck has run out Stan,” Gus said, “I took the last sip.”

Stan reached over and grabbed Alex’s wrist. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. Right now.” But Alex was transfixed on Gus’ body, lust burning at the corners of his gaze. “ALEX!”

“Alex,” Gus said, “don’t listen to that cranky old man. He’s not your boyfriend. I AM.”

In an instant, Alex pulled out of Stan’s vice grip and huddled behind Gus, feeling up his toned muscles and staring at Stan in fear and confusion. Suddenly, he was alone.

Stan dropped to his knees. “Please,” he pleaded with Gus, “just turn me back to normal. Please, I’ll be ugly again, I’m so sorry. Just make me normal.”

“I you will be normal,” Gus said, “in a few days, all of this will be just a strange bad dream. But until then, I think you’ve got to spend some time thinking about what you’ve done. And since you were so obsessed with getting into Alex’s pants, that’s where you’re going to spend it.”

Stan gasped. The air sucked right out of his lungs. He looked down to his chest to see that he was getting thinner. Flatter. He looked back up at Gus, a silent plea to reverse the transformation, but it was too late. He was shrinking down his face hollowing out and becoming white and silky.

His arms turned back and elastic, his legs sucking back up into his chest to form two large holes, and his back ballooning out into the shape of an ass, only to grow hollow and airy, just like the rest of him. By the time Alex removed his clothes and walked over to Stan, he was nothing but a pair of briefs, which Alex took and slid up his muscular legs.

Though he couldn’t express it verbally, Stan felt an inward feeling of euphoria as Alex’s cock filled up his face, as his pumped up ass pressed against his fabric. Though he knew it was only temporary, he also wouldn’t have minded becoming the hot personal trainer’s underwear. Permanently.

“How do I look?” Alex said, flexing and showing off to Gus, “I’ll let you do whatever you want with his body when we get home.”

Even as Gus imagined how amazing that would be, he knew exactly what he had to do. “Thanks Alex,” he said with a weary smile, “but I can’t. You’re going to go home. You’re going to go to bed, and you’re going to forget this day ever happened. I’ll see you for our training session next week.”

And with that, Alex put his clothes back on, and left.

Mark turned to Gus, mouth agape. “You just let him go?”

Gus picked up the empty bottle from the ground, fiddling with it in his hand. “I can’t have this much power,” he finally said, “nobody can. It’s not fair. It’s fun while it lasts, but you know better than anyone how dangerous it can be.”

Mark shuttered as he remembered all those months plastered onto John’s big sweaty body. “I suspect I’d enjoy it now that I like guys,” Mark said with a laugh, “but I get what you mean.”

They shared a moment of silence. After a minute or two, Gus said, “Alex is going to be pretty surprised when Stan randomly pops out of his drawers in a few days.”

“Yeah,” Mark laughed, “that’ll be something.”

“EXCUSE ME??” Frank called from behind the counter, “DO YOU SEE THAT CLOCK? 12:15. TIME. TO. LEAVE.”

As the two men made their way to the door, Mark turned to Gus and asked: “what are you going to do now?”

“Well, with a body this nice, I suspect anything I want. It shouldn’t be hard finding a real boyfriend at this rate.”

“Well maybe…” Mark stepped closer to him, “maybe you don’t have to.”

Gus looked confused. Then, he realized. “Don’t you have to find your girlfriend?”

Mark shrugged. “She’s probably found some other guy anyway. I know I have.” He smiled, and leaned in to kiss him. It was so passionate, so hot, that Gus could feel his dick sprinting up in his shorts. “Wow,” Mark said, feeling the Olympian’s dick through his pants, “someone’s excited.”

Gus winked. He took Mark’s hand, and they walked off together into the night.

“HELLO?” Frank called, “Anyone here?”

Mercifully, the locker room was empty. Finally, he thought, I can go home.

But just as he was walking out past the showers, he tripped on something. “Jesus!” he yelped, “what the fuck?” He looked down.

“These gay guys, I swear…” he reached town tenderly and picked up the long silicone dildo with two fingers. It wobbled seductively in his pinched grip.

Frank double checked to make sure the room was empty. When he was sure, he slipped it into his bag and rushed out of the room. No one needs to know, he thought. 

Besides, it’s not like I’m going to actually use it… right?

THE END

The Great Change: Reunited

It was pretty clear from the moment that I woke up and realized I was in a different body that some unknown power had been nice to me. All across the world men and women were waking up in bodies they were unhappy with but thankfully I wasn’t one of those disappointed people. It was pretty hard to be disappointed when I went from a skinny kid still wearing braces to fix his wonky teeth at the age of seventeen to a muscular stud in his mid-twenties with a sweet chest tattoo and perfectly straight white teeth.

Those first few minutes in my new studly body as I listened to the scientists on the radio desperately try to explain the worldwide phenomenon were perfect. It was becoming pretty clear that every stress I had struggled from in my own body would be over as numerous doors were now open to me. I was now a classically handsome stud with six-pack abs, of course the world was going to treat me better than it ever had before!

I only had one concern left and that was for my two best friends, Donny and Peter. We had been together through thick and thin, sticking together despite continued harassment from the other boys at our high school who were all much bigger and stronger than us. They were brothers to me and I couldn’t help but worry about where they’d ended up after what people were already calling ‘The Great Change’. More than anything I hoped they’d been as lucky as I had.

The world was pretty crazy for the first few days and social media was unreliable at best so it took some time for me to finally track down Donny and Peter. Both assured me that they were happy with how the Great Change had affected them which pleased me and within two weeks we were reunited in the big city, thousands of miles away from our unhappy lives back in our small town.

Donny found himself switched into a body that was rocking a whole load more ink than even my own new body but it suited him well. His two full sleeves and some sick chest tattoos caught my eye immediately and I couldn’t help but stare at him in wonder. His handsome face and happy-go-lucky personality blended well, creating the image of a badass but lovable hunk. 

Peter meanwhile was the only one of our trio to end up in a body without any tattoos but he was nevertheless just as hot, with strong muscles and a slick haircut. He also benefit from gaining the largest package of the three of us, although neither Donny nor myself was exactly struggling in that department.

Unlike some other group of friends, the Great Change only brought us closer together as we took the step from best friends to lovers. The three of us have always worked so well together and now that extends to both in the gym and in the bedroom. What more could we possibly want in this post-Change world?

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Lachlan had been eager all night to see if the Great Shift would affect him. It had been happening all day. Reports of mass body swaps around the globe. It seemed to happen to people randomly, some wanting it and some dreading it. Lachlan loved his body, but the idea of becoming someone else, even just for a bit, sounded so amazing.

Well Lachlan was in for the surprise of his life when he began to feel a little lightheaded after dinner. His mother and father had been swapped with two horny teenagers and his younger brother claimed to be a famous porn star which creeped Lachlan out. He hoped that the Great Shift would treat him to a much better body. “Please be a guy, please be a guy…” He said aloud as he started to black out. It was happening!

Lachlan regained consciousness and the Great Shift did turn out to be a success to him after all. He was standing in the middle of the gym and he felt significantly taller and bulkier. Lachlan nearly tumbled over, coming to his new senses. “Oh my god! It did work! Look at me!” Lachlan said excitedly which looked strange on this older guy’s more mature face. “I’m… I’m like a daddy now!” Lachlan flexed his new muscles and admired the awesome tattoo on his right arm. He traced his abs and got ahold of his meaty, hairy pecs. “I’m also… American now? This is so awesome!” Lachlan snapped a few selfies in the mirror and enjoyed his new sexy appearance. He had a boner in his shorts that felt so great for this guy.

Some of the fellow gym-goers looked strangely at Lachlan in his new hunky dad bod, but considering this wasn’t the first Great Shift episode today, they had a pretty good idea what happened to him. “Hey, uh Greg, is that you?” One of the fellow gym trainers said to Lachlan, approaching him cautiously. “Oh, um. Well. I’m not Greg… It’s not my fault I swear!” Lachlan said, guilty that someone instantly recognized he was stealing this guy’s body. Lachlan ran off into the locker room to get dressed and leave the gym ASAP. If he had this glorious body to himself, he was gonna use it in a place where no one would recognize him - the gay club!

Special thanks to @lachlancarter and @jakecharlez for the photo submissions. I love using pics from fans!

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