Gaining Respect

Gaining Respect

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe it. They passed over me to give the position to some goddamn freshman!” Andrew groaned, unable to believe the treachery that he just experienced. Andrew was a hardworking junior in college, managing an intense science-oriented degree while being one of the starters on his college basketball team. For years, he had worked hard and led the team to victory every season, so it seemed like a no-brainer to him that he was the only option to be chosen for team captain this upcoming season. However, his coaches disagreed, giving the position to a brand new freshman who the school had been trying to recruit for months. Andrew could admit that heard amazing things about the underclassmen, but that didn’t mean that the decision was any less of a blow to his self-worth. It wasn’t a surprising decision, but it was most definitely infuriating one for the young man. Now an upperclassmen, there was a sense of urgency for Andrew to gain a leadership role, especially now that he just lost one of his two remaining chances. It especially stung to see one of his younger teammates take the position right out of his hands because every other year, the coaches would give the position to one of the remaining upperclassmen. He felt robbed and cheated out of something he had worked so hard for. So, it was understandable why he contacted his father and began to rant about his unbelievable situation.

On the other end of the phone line, his father Richard couldn’t help but feel bad for his only child. Andrew worked incredibly hard for both his classes and his athletics and it always pained Richard to see his son being passed up for exciting opportunities. The same thing happened to him back in high school as well, where Andrew was removed from his high school’s class cabinet because of him having to split time between basketball and his extracurriculars like Science Olympiad. It wasn’t Andrew’s fault that he was so gifted in so many fields, so why must he be punished for that? “I know son, that’s complete bullshit. I’m so sorry that happened to you” Richard said, unsure of what else to say to conceal his anger. 

“I just… I wish I could get respect from others about all of the things that I do. I work hard and I hate constantly being passed up. I wish I could just stand up for myself and demand what I rightfully earned!” Andrew continued, his voice turning into a slight whimper as he began to grow emotional. He wiped away the few tears that flowed down his cheeks, allowing a moment of silence where the only thing he could hear was the sound of his father’s breathing. He desperately needed his dad to give him some form of advice so he could feel better and know how to fix his problem.

However, for Richard, he had no idea what to say. Despite recognizing and sympathizing for Andrew’s troubles, Richard couldn’t relate to his son. In his life, Richard was quite outspoken and constantly made his thoughts and ideas known. After losing the opportunity to go to college to play ball by getting Andrew’s mother pregnant, Richard was determined to no longer waste any opportunities in his life. When he began to work any shitty job to support his growing family, he was determined to make it anyway he could. That determination and innate confidence paid off, as his co-workers began to respect him and turn to him for advice in every aspect of life beyond just work-related issues. 

As a result, it was no surprise that Richard found himself quickly rising up the ranks of a construction company until he was the lead foreman. This timing worked out well, especially as Richard began to lose a secondary source of income due to his wife’s untimely passing. However, his job was able to allow him to continue to support him and his son and even assist the man in saving up for his son’s college tuition. Respect is usually something earned, but for Richard, it was a basic necessity for him to survive. It was unfortunate that his son was dealing with these issues, but a little voice inside of him felt sort of optimistic about the potential ramifications of his problems. He hoped that Andrew would finally get a fire under his ass to stick up for himself and demand the respect he believed he deserved. It worked for Richard, so he was sure that it could work for his son as well.

Returning back to the call, Richard finally formulated a response for his emotional son. “I wish you could gain the respect that I know you rightfully deserve. I wish that you could have the same kind of respect I have from the guys at work. You rightfully deserve it, you’re such a great kid. Ever since you’ve been little, you’ve been a hard worker who was up for any challenge and faced it without any fear in your eyes. It’s a shame that the rest of the world can’t recognize that. As a parent, I’d do anything to fix that for you” Richard said, staying cool and collected but feeling rather emotional for his son. 

For the next several minutes, Richard began to ask his son about his classes. He had hoped that changing the subject could cheer him up, but he could still hear the sadness in the tone of Andrew’s voice. With nothing but awkward silence between them, Andrew began to end the call, informing his dad that he wanted to come home. Richard was quite happy to hear this, so they made plans for his child to arrive home late that night to spend the weekend. Although the university was only an hour away, it was hard for either of them to really meet up given their busy schedules. So, the opportunity to be with his son once more was incredibly exciting to the widowed father. 

Unknown to either Richard or Andrew, there was some mysterious force that was also listening in on their call. It sympathized with the young man’s pleas and his father’s attempts to cheer him up. As it listened in and understood the situation, it began to formulate the perfect plan to remedy the young man’s problems. The older man fell asleep before his son arrived, so he never got the chance to say hello. The underappreciated athlete wasn’t too upset about this fact however due to his drowsy state. The combination of practice and the late-night drive left him entirely worn out and desperate for sleep. So, by the time Andrew got into his room and undressed, his body cried out for sleep. As soon as he undressed and his face fell into his pillow, it was lights out. While they slept, they were blissfully unaware of the shock that they would both experience the next morning…

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When the blaring noise of alarm rang out into his bedroom, Andrew groaned as he was immediately brought out of his slumber. As his head remained buried into the pillow, Andrew’s arm recklessly searched his end-table for his phone to no avail. Instead, his fingers grazed along a real alarm clock, something he had never used in his life. He could feel the noise ringing out of the tiny rectangular alarm clock, so he banged his fist against it, desperate for the ringing to stop. As the alarm quickly ended, he began to wonder why there was a random alarm clock getting him up so early. 

His limbs cracked and popped as he stretched, his voice letting out a deep husky growl-like groan. Turning around, he was annoyed by the direct sunlight entering his room. “Why did he leave the goddamn curtains open!” Andrew angrily stated, causing him to cough as he heard the deep grit coming from his throat. “God, my throat is so dry” Andrew thought as he continued to cough but failed to remedy the deep tone coming from his vocal cords.

Upon looking around the room, he began to realize that he was not in his old bedroom… he was in his father’s room instead. His walls weren’t adorned with the sports posters he had plastered onto them, but instead he only saw photo displays that showed images of his younger self with his parents.  It wasn’t until he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes that he began to recognize that something was wrong. The watch adorned across his thick and hairy forearm was not something he ever wore. In fact, it kind of looked like his dad’s watch. As he looked at his arms, he also noticed how similar his hands looked to his father’s, with Andrew noticing the various calluses from his hard-working job in construction. Unsure what was going on, he grumbled to himself and sat up and began to walk into the bathroom attached to the bedroom. 

Shutting the door behind him, his face went white as he stared at his father’s almost naked body being reflected back to him.  “Holy shit!” Andrew cried out, staring with wide eyes as he watched his father mouth the words back to him and the same shocked expression spread across his face. He ran his hands around his chest, his awestruck face remaining as his meaty hands passed through the salt and peppered hair. He groaned in a weird sense of pleasure as his hands ran across the cold nipple piercings that his father had. He remembered the story of how his father got them after a drunken bet between him and his co-workers during some sports game. A deal was a deal, so Richard never took them out, instead wearing them as some sort of badge of honor.

Moving his hands further south, Andrew ran his wide hands down his torso as his hands swayed like a wave as they passed over each bump of abdominal that he had. Despite his shock, he couldn’t deny the fact that this was a well-maintained body. His father retained his musculature from his short-lived athletic career, even building upon it through the hard labor of his various construction jobs over the years. As his hands began to venture towards his father’s crown jewels, he decided against exploring them for the time being. It was quite strange to explore your father’s junk, so his hands moved right past the forbidden area and towards his thick thighs in a quick detour. He stared into the mirror and turned his legs, attempting to see his new body through every possible angle. He couldn’t deny the slight pleasure he felt as he saw the muscles in his legs flex and only further widen his thick thighs. Upon turning around, he couldn’t deny that his father had quite the perky ass as well, just further proof of how well Richard had taken care of his body throughout his 46 years. 

With his hands done exploring his lower half for the time being, his hands moved towards his arms. Looking into the mirror, he was impressed at the thick biceps he now possessed. Even without flexing, his biceps were prominent as they forced his arms to press out from his body to compensate for the softball-sized muscles he now sported. Curious, he lifted his arm up and flexed, chuckling in amazement as he stared at the sight before him. He didn’t understand why or how this had happened, but he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying himself. His original body was quite impressive as well, but something about being in the intimidating, mature, and buff body of his father was just unbelievable. As such, it was no shock when he dropped his arm and let a smirk spread across his face when his eyes focused in on the tight sensation that was beginning to emerge from within his underwear. He turned out of the bedroom and began to head back into the bedroom, eager to explore the last bit of his new body and take care of the throbbing member that was begging for release from its fabric prison... 

As Richard slowly awoke from his slumber, he was surprised to find that he woke up before his daily alarm jolted him awake. He tended to wake up early and start his weekends with a workout, but as he laid in bed, he couldn’t deny that the extra sleep time was welcomed. It had been a hard week at work and he was eager to destress, especially with his son visiting the house again. 

Turning around and letting the sunlight hit his face, he stretched and smiled as he was prepared to go out and start making breakfast for his son. He brushed his hair out of his eyes as he leaned up. “Wait, my hair?” Richard asked, curious as to why he suddenly had hair in his face despite his receding hairline. Upon hearing himself speak, he also began to wonder why his voice sounded so different. He rubbed his eyes and looked down as he pulled back the sheets, where he was met by a surprise. As his eyes focused on his torso, he grew surprised at seeing that his body was lacking all of the body hair that he was used to seeing. On top of that, his skin looked less weathered and his skin was much paler, as if he wasn’t in direct contact with the sun every day like he was at his job. “What… the fuck?” Richard gasped, looking down and seeing the equally youthful hands he now possessed. Looking around, he realized that he was in Andrew’s bedroom. Richard began to figure out what was going on. Had he sleepwalked again? He hadn’t done it in years but could the excitement of seeing his son once more have revived his old habit? But, as he sat up out of bed and saw the youthful limbs and torso in his view, he knew that this wasn’t the case. He had a hunch as to what happened, but as he approached the mirror affixed to one of the bedroom walls, it confirmed what he had assumed. He was no longer in his body, the sight reflected back at him showed him only the youthful body and face of his son Andrew. “Jesus fuck!” Richard gasped, staring with intrigue as he watched his son’s face contort into the same shocked expression. 

Looking in the mirror, he stared at his son’s shirtless body and tried to comprehend what was happening to him. He touched his chest, feeling his modest pectorals and feeling around with intrigue as he no longer felt the sensation of cold metal from the piercings he had in his nipples. Andrew’s body reminded him of the body he used to possess back in high school, although Andrew had a lot more definition to him from the years of college athletics. He flexed in the mirror, smiling as he saw his son’s decent set of biceps. Despite knowing that they paled in comparison to the ones on his real body, Richard was fairly proud of just how buff his son was. He couldn’t help but curiously run his hands through his starting bit of chest hair and chuckle as he sees the beginner treasure trail that was creeping up his son’s torso. It seemed that genetics hadn’t gifted Andrew with the heavy body hair gene that Richard and his father had dealt with in their lives. By the time Richard was Andrew’s age, he had a full set of body hair and it was no problem to grow a beard in a few day’s time. 

Despite that, he couldn’t deny that Andrew was quite well-sculpted. Upon seeing his son’s body, he grew more and more angered at the fact that his son was passed over for the captain position on the team. He looked great and his body was a testament to his commitment to the team and their mission of success.

Before he could stare at his body any more, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Curious, he headed over and opened it. Face-to-face, he was greeted to his old body flashing a wide smile. “Hey there, I made some breakfast, I figured you’d be hungry” his old body said, which caused a weird realization to pass through Richard’s mind. Did Andrew somehow manifest this? Why is he so calm and collected about the changes? If Richard had gone from a 20 year old to a 46 year old overnight, he figured he’d be a bit more frantic at his loss of many years. “Andrew, what’s going on?” Richard asked, his hand moving towards his throat as he still was alarmed when he heard his son’s voice coming from his mouth. “I’m not too sure. I suppose we can try to figure that over breakfast. Let’s go before the food gets cold” Andrew stated as he turned and walked down the hallway with haste. Despite his reservations and desires to figure out what was going on, Richard felt weirdly compelled to follow his son’s orders. So, after throwing on a t-shirt, he headed down the hallway and met his son-turned-father in the kitchen to try and figure out what was going on.

“So, you went to bed and woke up in my body?” Richard asked, watching as his son wolfed down the various eggs, bacon, and pancakes he had cooked for the duo. “Yeah, I was completely worn out when I got home after the drive, so I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.” the now-older man stated matter-of-factly. “And, you’re not alarmed about that?” Richard asked, still confused as to why his son was so calm. “I mean, sure, I’m unsure what’s going on and that’s a bit worrisome. But, I figured that I can’t find a solution on an empty stomach, so I’d rather focus on that afterwards.” the older man continued, shoveling the various breakfast foods into his mouth. “Gosh dad, I didn’t realize how hungry you can get. I’ve never felt so starving!” he said in between chews. “Uh yeah, that’s what happens when you have an older metabolism kiddo. But you’ve got to learn to satisfy that appetite so you don’t blow up and lose any of the muscles you’ve gained over the years. It’s a struggle, but as you can see, it’s clearly possible” Richard responded, feeling a weird vibe as he’s giving his son advice about how to live with his body. He still had no desire to eat, so he just passed his already prepared plate to his son-turned-father and allowed him to finish the contents. 

In no time, Andrew was finally full, which was showcased by the hearty belch that escaped from his lips. He chuckled and ran his hands across his hairy torso, feeling quite good at his new body. Despite his mournful thoughts directed towards the loss of his youth, he couldn’t deny that this wasn’t necessarily all bad. With his dad’s intimidating body, he could finally have the level of respect that he had always wanted. The thought of himself directing men in his father’s crew was quite erotic to imagine, so it was no surprise as he felt his dick once again firming. Despite his older age, he was impressed by his father’s continued vitality. He kept his body in great shape and as evidenced by his exploration under his underwear, Andrew was shocked at his dad’s sexual vitality as well. 

“Well, I suppose I better get these dishes washed up. You should go work out, maybe you could be as buff as me one day” Andrew said with a chuckle as he sat up from the table and began collecting the various plates. But by the look on his old face, it was clear to Andrew that Richard didn’t enjoy his joke. “Dad, lighten up a bit. Until we figure out how to fix this, we might as well begin to adapt to our new roles. In fact, I think that we should start referring to each other as our bodies’ real names. I think it could be quite fun for the both of us!” Andrew said as he placed the dishes in the sink and prepared to watch them.

Richard could only sit there and stare in shock at just how well-adjusted his son had become. To Andrew, it seemed as if he had always been in his father’s body, which only alarmed the real Richard further. Despite his general apprehension and worry, he began to feel a weird sense of calmness overtake his mind. If his son was calm and collected, he might as well try to be the same. His son said he was wanting to fix this, so it wasn’t as if his son was going to keep his body and leave him trapped in this younger body. He began to sit there at the table and imagine what he could do with his newfound youth. He hadn’t been physical with anyone since his wife died, so he thought about the possibilities of being younger and the several girls that would be more than willing to interact with his new body.

Before he could continue daydreaming, he watched as his “father “ turned his head to look at him. “Did you hear what I said Drew? Go and do your workout kiddo” he said, before turning his back and resuming scrubbing the dishes. Despite his apprehension, he felt compelled to listen to what his son said. That innate composure his son now had was a big relief to the real Richard, so he complied with his “father’s” request and headed out of the kitchen. He headed back into Andrew’s bedroom and grabbed a pair of headphones and his phone. Walking into the gym room, “Andrew” couldn’t help but feel that a world of opportunities were laid out before him. No longer did he want to do his normal workout routine, it wouldn’t be appropriate for his new body. His new body had new areas that needed improvement different from his old body, so he had to adapt to best grow muscle for his new form. He couldn’t help but feel slightly turned on by the possibilities of growing more and more buff until he had muscles that rivaled his old ones. “Maybe being younger won’t be as bad as I thought…” Richard said as he began to think about it some more. With this new body, he could achieve more than his older body ever could. He wanted to be bigger and better than his “father”. “Andrew” began his workout with a smile on his face, turning on some classic 70s and 80s music to help get him in the zone like he usually did. 

However, after a few minutes of listening to the music, he felt a weird disconnect to the music. No longer did he have any real relation to it, so he quickly flipped stations to a 2010s playlist and began to vibe out as he grew more and more invested in his workout. It was unknown to either man, but the longer they were in their new bodies, the more they began to adapt to their new bodies. Aspects of their original personality and the personality belonging to their new body began to mix into an interesting melange. As a result, a little bit of vanity began to emerge for the newly youthened man, as he stared at himself in the mirror while watching his impressive body workout on each piece of equipment over the course of two hours. Despite the voice in the back of his head telling him he should try to gain his old body back, he couldn’t be bothered to give up something so great. In fact, the more he heard the voices in the back of his head, the more annoyed he got. Why would he want to have his dad’s body anyway? Despite his dad’s muscles, he had no desire to lose all of the youthful years in front of him. By the time he was doing his final set, “Andrew” had completely adapted to his new personality. Memories of Richard’s hard upbringing had become replaced with the memories of Andrew’s lax childhood. The loss he felt for his wife began to change to him missing his mother and wishing she was still around to see him succeed in college. With the mental changes now completed, Andrew dried his sweat-covered face with a hand towel. Richard’s real confidence that bordered on cockiness began to emerge on Andrew as he slyly lifted up his shirt, unlocked his phone, and began snapping some photos that showed off his physique. 

For the new Richard and Andrew, the rest of the weekend went by as if nothing had changed. They both further adapted their new bodies and personalities, with the new Richard also gaining the appropriate mannerisms and the appropriate older phrases that once confused his younger self. Feeling a weird sense of competitiveness, the new Andrew began to take his workouts to the next level. A deep desire to outmuscle his father grew more and more prominent in the back of his mind. Much like his newfound competitiveness, a new sense of confidence also began to emerge for Andrew, This was surely a remnant of Richard’s original personality prior to the switch, but Andrew only viewed it as a new aspect of his personality forming after the encouraging phone call he had with his father the day prior. 

Speaking of the new Richard, the now-older man slowly underwent his own series of changes. As he washed his dishes and went about his day as a 46 year old, he slowly gained the appropriate knowledge to care for his son, pay bills, and manage life in general. Given his now-forgotten life as an overlooked college student, there was a sudden realization for the older man about just how much he loved the respect he garnered. Watching his men do anything he ordered, he couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. He loved his job as it gave him the ability to be recognized for his talents, something that his old personality was quite happy about. By following his rules, him and his crew were able to finish things in record time without utilizing any dangerous shortcuts. In fact, there were rumors abuzz about the partners for the construction company going into talks about Richard gaining another upper-level promotion in a few months.

Despite never having the chance to experience it for himself, the new Andrew had adapted well to the college lifestyle. Upon leaving his father’s place at the end of the weekend and moving back into his dorm, there was a new determinedness in the young man’s eyes. As he headed into basketball practice the next week, Andrew let his frustration become clear to his coaches as he watched that pesky freshman lead his team to their first series of losses in years. With the remnant of Richard’s confidence transferring into his new body, Andrew went up to his coaches and demanded a chance to prove himself as captain. By using the team’s recent losses as evidence, he was able to convince them to remove the freshman from the position and allow him to take on that roll by himself.

Later that night, Andrew called his father to discuss the new change. As his son told him about his ballsy move, Richard couldn’t help but feel proud of his son. It was about time that he stood up for himself and he loved that it was a success for his child. On the other end of the line, Andrew was also happy about the news as well. Thinking about it, he couldn’t help but thank his father for teaching him about gaining the respect you deserve. 

Given that they had no memory of their swap, it was quite interesting to see how different they both reacted to the news. Despite Richard being happy for his son, he couldn’t help but feel jealous about just how many possibilities his son had. Of course, it was always a great thing to have a child do better than their parents, but he couldn’t help but mourn for his loss of youth to have his son. He couldn’t help but wonder how life had been different if he had a chance to do it again. He did have a point however... As showcased in the swap that the original Andrew experienced, respect can be earned, but youth is unable to be gained back once it’s lost.

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Streamer to Subscriber - Part III

If you haven’t read the previous entries yet, check out Part I and Part II.

Waking up, Dan couldn’t help smile as he once again found himself in the body of streamer Hasan Piker. Ever since he was swapped into Hasan’s body, Dan had found himself embracing his hunky body and sharing that sexiness with all of his Twitch viewers. Each day, he’d spend hours playing video games and showing off his body. In fact, he even did a special stream a few days after the swap where he did an entire workout routine from the comfort of his bedroom. The viewers continued to flood the stream as his hunky body got incredibly sweaty and the insatiable viewers continued to beg for more.

He headed into the bathroom, where he took his daily morning selfie to both help him remember that he’s Hasan but also he wanted to celebrate his hotness for himself. By this point, Dan was constantly flirting with other male streamers to the point where they’d share nudes with each other given their inability to meet up during a pandemic.

However, there was a new reason as to why he was taking photos this morning. Given his new streaming style, several companies reached out begging him to promote their products for them on both social media and on his streams. He was fairly choosy, only picking brands that offered both big checks and products that he could show off to his viewers. This morning, he had to do a post for an underwear company, so he quickly snapped a photo and posted it onto his social media.

Heading towards the shower, Dan quickly shaved his face and stepped in. As he washed up, he prepared for another stream and wondered what kind of fun he’d have with his viewers today…

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It had been a week since the swap and to Hasan’s surprise, he’d quite easily gotten used to his new life. With no job to focus on, Hasan would spend his days painting and browsing the internet. In the evening, he began to pass the time by playing video games and snacking on junk food while in a voice call with all of the real Dan’s friends. It was a bit nerve-wracking when Hasan was playing a game on his PlayStation and began to get messages from people he didn’t know. However, after finally giving into peer pressure, Hasan joined their voice chat and started to enjoy the companionship. Within a few days, Hasan had begun to view these strangers as real friends and Hasan’s joking personality was a big hit with them as well.

Hasan’s comfort in this new life was only helped by the fact that he now was able to have constant food made for him by his “mother”. Although he knew it wasn’t a long term situation, he didn’t mind the fact that he could have no real consequences for caving and eating anything his heart desired. Having telling himself that this was just temporary and that his determination would lead him to get his body back, Hasan felt light joy in the fact that he had caused this body to gain weight in just his week of being “Dan”. Still determined to fix this universal fuck-up, he thought it was funny to imagine this body snatcher finally losing Hasan’s body and being sent to an even bigger body.

Every day, Hasan would check out his livestream and hope that he would miraculously get his chat privileges back. Unfortunately, these hopes often led the now-obese streamer to grow depressed as each day provided the same result. However, upon his daily check-in on the stream today, Hasan gasped in shock as he watched the glorious chat box appear once again on his account. Although Dan took the forethought to block Hasan from any other social media account, he forgot the fact that the original ban on Hasan’s stream only lasted a week. So, as Hasan began to tear up in joy, he started to formulate a plan to get this imposter to get his body back and punish this asshole for stealing what was his. 

Thinking ahead, Hasan used the man’s debit card and bought several dollars worth of Twitch bits to donate to the streamer. His plan was to force the imposter to notice that his original body was back and wanting to end this swap. He patiently waited for the stream to officially begin once “Hasan” would turn his camera on. To pass the time, Hasan watched the viewer number, growing more and more impressed that the numbers ticked higher and higher than they’ve ever been. He couldn’t believe it, but it was even larger than his numbers when he did the 2020 election coverage in November. He thought nothing would be able to top that, but he was proven wrong by this imposter. Although Hasan did know that these numbers were only this high due to “Hasan” essentially becoming a cam boy, he couldn’t deny that he was impressed.

After a few more minutes of waiting, “Hasan” finally came on stream with a wide grin spread on his face. He greeted his viewers and looked towards the chat as he began to ask his viewers how their day was going. While he talked to a few fans about their day, Hasan began to prepare his first message to get Dan’s attention. Clicking on donating 200 bits, Hasan typed his message out and hit send.

Dan had been having a conversation with one of his followers about working out, until he was interrupted by the stream announcing that there was a donation message. Turning his head back towards the camera, he listened as the bot began to read the message out loud. “Give me back my body you son of a bitch, I’m the real Hasan and you stole my body!” the bot’s robotic voice stated. Dan’s face had a look of shock plastered onto his face as he realized that he forgot to make the Twitch ban permanent for his old account. Taking a look at the chat, he watched them all react with messages of “LMFAO” and “Lol what a loser!”, giving Dan the permission to do the same. 

He let out a hearty chuckle as the message finished being read out loud. “Dude, what the FUCK are you talking about? I mean, I’m sure that you wish you had this body, but it’s mine. I wouldn’t give this up to ANYONE!” he stated in between his hearty laughs.

“Ah, I see what this is. You’ve got the hots for me huh? You could have just asked man, I don’t mind giving you what you want....” Dan said as he leaned into the camera and lifted his arm up for the camera.

“I don’t want your armpit, I want my body back!” Hasan typed into the chat, growing more and more annoyed by this imposter’s sexual behavior. The imposter continued to taunt him, jokingly telling him to get in there and check out his pits since he obviously finds him sexy.

“No, give me my goddamn body back you imposter! You know you’re not the real Hasan!” he continued to type, his frustration reaching its absolute peak. Despite this, Hasan could feel his new dick begin to harden as he thought more about his body and imagined himself back in it once more. The imposter continued to taunt the streamer, putting his nose towards his pit and inviting the man to do the same.

“I’ll give you money if that’s what you want. I just want to be back where I belong!” Hasan typed out, beginning to sob as he watched his attempt to get his original body back so easily falling apart.

“Hasan” couldn’t help but chuckle as he continued to read the real Hasan’s desperate messages. “He’s so weak and helpless now, it serves him right,” Dan thought, imagining the now chubby Hasan frantically typing into his laptop begging to be saved from the life that Dan so slyly gave him. 

As much as Dan enjoyed tormenting the real Hasan, he grew irritated at his plans for the stream being delayed by his constant spam into the chat. Now fully tired of playing games and getting off track from making in cash, Dan immediately moved to try and get the real Hasan banned. “Hey mods, can we ban this guy again? But this time, make sure it’s permanent. He’s getting me off track and totally ruining the mood. He’s no longer welcomed here...” He stated, keeping his eyes on the chat to make sure that the mods followed his orders and permanently banned the real Hasan from the chat. “Thank you for watching the stream though, you’re free to ogle at my body like I’m sure you’ve been doing for months now. I can’t blame you though, I’m simply irresistible!” Dan stated, as he flexed once more and pulled his tank top off so that the real show could finally begin…

Hasan was furious, watching as he lost chat privileges and his former body began to strip for all of his fans. In anger, he closed the stream and began to sob at his desk as he realized that there was no turning back now. He fucked up and now he’s trapped like this. Both furious and curious to find out what had happened to him, Hasan began to take a look through the laptop’s history. He was desperate to find any information about what caused this swap, so he was willing to spend however much time was necessary to get some answers. 

After hours of going through the computer history with a fine toothed comb, Hasan finally stumbled upon the link on the dark web where Dan first offered his proposition for destroying the streamer’s reputation. Assuming that there must be some answers from this posting, Hasan decided to go through the messages on the site. Upon entering the message inbox, Hasan found himself stumbling right into the chat history between Dan and the mysterious Dark Web individual. Both pissed at this person for doing this to him and also wanting to try and get help, Hasan furiously typed out a message to the individual, stating that he’s the real Hasan and he wants help. As he hit send, he began to feel a deep rumble echo deep from within his gut. He glanced at the clock and realized that it was close to dinner time. Hoping to eat his feelings, Hasan left his room and wobbled down the stairs to go have dinner with his apparent new family.

Coming back from dinner, Hasan checked his computer and found that he had received a response. He began to grow excited as he read the first section of the message.

Hello Hasan, I’m sorry that you were left so uncomfortable after the change. I suppose my magic was off, because the swap was supposed to make it so you believed that you were always Dan. Given that this has not worked, I can totally understand why you’re so miserable.

I might have a plan that can remedy this situation, so here’s what I’m thinking…

As Hasan continued to read the message, his frown began to slightly perk up as he thought about the warlock’s interesting proposition…

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Manifesting Your Dreams

It had been a long night and I had just gotten home from the closing shift at my lame fast-food job. I was eager to finally sit down and relax for a bit, so as soon as I passed through the threshold of my door, I immediately stripped out of my uniform. Once I was down to my underwear, I quickly walked around and picked up some various litter on the floor before I finally sat down and relaxed. Right as I look up from picking up a wrapper, my eyes pass through the window and catch a glimpse at my hunky neighbor Dan. I stare at his college-formed muscles as his biceps naturally flex while he carries out a bag full of trash out to the bin. Unable to break myself away from the allure of his body, I continue to just stare and ogle him.

Although we weren’t too different in age, we were quite different in every other way. While Dan was muscular from his college basketball days, I was relatively average. My body had the hint of muscle, but my body had a normal layer of flab that firmly resisted disappearing no matter how much I worked out. Dan was a solid 6’2” jock and the most popular kid in school and I was a 5’6” nerd who kept to myself and just listened to music to stay away from interactions. Growing up, we used to spend our weekends together hanging out due to both our close proximity and the relatively close ages between us (he was 23, while I had just recently turned 19). Another reason why we were constantly together was that our parents enjoyed the alone time and would take turns having alone time by sending their child across the street. However, things began to change as Dan got older and got more and more involved in the “jock scene”. Our communication grew less and less frequent and he even actively tried to avoid me anytime we locked eyes. 

Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t as easy for me to just fully forget about him and move on. I had too many good memories associated with him due to our upbringing. Another aspect that prevented me from moving on was that due to my sexuality exploration, I soon found that I was incredibly attracted to him. For years, I had spent so many nights wishing that we could be together or just have a simple kiss so I could stop fantasizing so much about him. However, those days never came and he soon began to infiltrate my simple dreams, twisting my mind so intensely that I began having frequent sex dreams where he was the main attraction. These dreams would normally happen a few times a month, but due to the fact that I was living back at home due to the pandemic, the frequency had gone up to be several times in a single week. As much as I enjoyed the dreams themselves, it became quite a problem as I had to deal with the constantly jizz-covered undies I woke up to. Every morning, I would have to wake up a good 10 minutes early so I could sneak into the laundry room and quickly throw them into the washer to try and hide the evidence of my family. I had come out to them back when I was 17, and they still aren’t too keen on the idea of their son getting intimate with another man. However, I just brushed it off as and chalked it up to them being behind in the times. On the positive side of things, their little outbursts were the main ammunition to fuel my motivation to finish my degree. Once I graduate and can have a career, I’d finally be able to sever ties with them and live my life without having to worry about their looming shadow plaguing any relationships I’d come to have.  

I shake my head as I escape my trip down memory to find Dan throw his trash in the can next to the curb. I watch as a lone soup can escapes from the bag and clatters into the middle of the street. Dan audibly groans, which makes me laugh, as he heads to pick up the can that had now traveled to right outside my house. He finally reaches the can and picks it up, looking up as his eyes go wide as he looks at me. I look down and gasp once I finally realize how revealing I am. “Oh my fucking god” I think to myself as my eyes go wide from how bad this must look. We quickly lock eyes and I begin to act frazzled as I’m unsure what to do. Awkwardly, I do a tiny wave and smile, which actually causes a small but noticeable grin to spread across his face. Staring at me, he offers up a cute little salute and turns to head back towards his house as he drops the can back into the trash bin.

Completely embarrassed, I pull down the blinds and throw myself into bed. I grab a pillow and hold it against my face as I scream into it and try to cope with the insane level of embarrassment I felt. Ready for this shitty day to be over, I quickly turn off all of my lights and head to bed.

After what felt like only a few minutes, I gasp as I’m startled awake by a large knock on my door. Groaning, I get up and head towards the door, assuming my mom was trying to give me some sort of scolding for some reason. The knocking continues as I quickly say “Dammit Mom, I’m coming. Give me a second!”

Opening the door, I gasp as I’m greeted to a face-full of pectorals. I look up and see Dan staring at me with a wide grin. “You’re coming huh? That soup can must have really turned you on I guess...” He adds with a chuckle. Blushing, I quickly go “Uh, hey Dan, what are you doing here… and why are you shirtless?” I say, confused by his lack of shirt and the extreme level of perspiration coating his skin. “I was just going for a little run, just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing.” He says with a smile. “Oh, I’m doing good. I just got off work and was ready to go to bed…” I respond, unable to stop tilting my head between his sweaty chest and devilishly handsome face. “Sorry, should I put on a shirt? Based on how you were looking over there, I figured you wouldn’t mind a little more skin.” He adds with a wink. 

As he finishes his coy wink, I feel my manhood begin to pulsate against the tight fabric of my briefs. “Oh, it’s no problem. I don’t mind it at all.” I say with an awkward smile. “That’s good to hear, I’d love to show you more if you wanted..” He continues as he snaps his fingers. I watch as his clothes just disappear in a flash. “Whoa, what the fuck” I say as I look down and see his firm thighs and rod of a dick greeting my eyes. 

“Shhh, no more talking… Let’s do this” he adds as he suddenly presses his lips against mine. I return it with fervor as I taste the scent of cheap beer and potato chips, an obvious indication that he was watching some kind of sports game with his dad. He places his hands around my head as he pulls me in deeper, leading me backwards as I fall onto the bed. “Fuck...!” I say, as I look up and see my long-time crush staring down at me with a feral look of lust in his eyes. “Don’t worry, let me take care of you Charlie. I know what I’m doing” he says with a chuckle as I watch him get on his knees and pull down my underwear. I cringe as my much-smaller dick firmly points up and out towards his open mouth. “Well well well, what do we have here…” He says as he lightly kisses along my shaft. I attempt to stifle my moans, but I’m unable to prevent them as I feel his mouth slide down my shaft and fully take my throbbing member in. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel Dan continue to suck me off. In my mind, I’m shocked at the fact that somehow Dan is a complete expert on how to do the perfect blow-job. “Oh fuck, I’m close…” I moan as I feel his lips slide up and down my shaft faster and faster.

For some unknown reason, I suddenly feel compelled to get his mouth off my cock. After successfully getting him to come up for air, I command him to get into bed, shocking myself at my sudden domineering attitude. Both shocked and turned on by my new attitude, Brad obeys my orders as he lays down and knowingly places his ass up in the air. “Ah yeah, that’s a much better place…” I moan as I run my hands along his perky yet firm muscular ass. After a quick slap of his left ass cheek, I waste no time and quickly lubricate my cock with the trusty tube of lube in my side table drawer. I toy with him first, sliding my cock between his cheeks, which makes me giggle as I hear his deep husky voice moan in glee. Unwilling to wait any longer, I finally slide into him and begin a pulsating rhythm of thrusting in and out of his tight jock hole.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good”, we moan in unison, both clearly turned on by this new power dynamic I’ve developed. Hearing him moan my name and seeing him in such a submissive position makes it irresistible to wait much longer. “I wish I had a body like yours. I’d totally fuck you and any other man” I cry out, feeling such unbelievable pleasure from it. I begin to pump faster and faster  I feel myself preparing to shoot into him as I continue to moan...  “Oh… oh my god… I’m cumming… I’m cum-” 

My eyes jolt awake as I find the early morning light perfectly passing through the blinds on my window. “Goddammit” I think to myself, “it was another damn sex dream… I really need to get laid so I can stop having them.” Looking around, my anger about the sex dream turns into complete confusion as it becomes clear that I’m no longer in my bedroom. Instead of various pop star posters and video game memorabilia, my walls are now adorned with busty females and posters of various basketball superstars. “What the fuck-” I say as I hear a deeper voice coming out of my mouth. Looking down, I notice I’m definitely not in my real body as I see the clearly defined pecs and cobblestone abs of an athlete press out of my torso. I check my phone and pull up the camera. As I flip the app to the front-facing camera and look into it, I gasp as I find that the visage of Dan greeting me. I see his dark brown stubble spread across my face and his brown hair shown on the screen.

Unsure what’s going on, I peek out of the window and look across the street, curious about what’s going on with my old body. While looking, I squint and begin to notice that my new body was staring at the window towards me. As I continue to squint through the morning light, I begin to notice my body sitting at the desk in front of the window and his right arm furiously shaking. As he continues to look at me with a longing face, I finally begin to realize what he was doing. “Oh my god, he’s literally masturbating thinking about me” I say as I gasp and pull shut the blinds. Trying to find an explanation, I keep going back to the sex dream and the last thing I said before I woke up. “I wish I had a body like this” echoes in my mind as I realize that I have somehow caused me and Dan to swap bodies. But based on his behavior, he seems to be completely oblivious to the change. In his mind, he’s seemingly just Charlie now. As bad as I feel, I can’t help but laugh. I just begin to think about how sad his life is now. He’s stuck with homophobic family members, a dead end job, and an unrequited crush on me. I get up and head over to the full length mirror attached to his bedroom door. Looking at it, I begin to think about how irresistable I’m going to be with all of the gays once the pandemic is over. I plan on becoming a hot staple at the local gay clubs once it’s finally safe to get so close again.

Although I’m still confused and shocked about what’s happened to me, I feel incredibly drowsy. Unsure of how to proceed, I just decide to go back to bed for a quick little nap. “Swapping bodies must really wear you out” I think to myself as I finally lay back into bed. As I finally start to doze off, I start to dream about all of the new experiences I’m going to have as Dan...

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No Longer A Social Pariah

I didn’t expect for this to happen… not in the slightest. For years now, I’ve had to face constant ridicule from classmates for various things. In elementary school, it was the fact that I was nerd who preferred to read rather than talking to girls and being sociable. When I got into high school, the topic of ridicule became the fact that I was gay. That was the darkest time because it led to years of physical torment and verbal vitriol because my “lifestyle” was so against “the norm”. Once I got to college, it became even more of a vanity contest, so I found myself to be the constant outcast given the fact that I was chubby, extremely average dude instead of the incredibly buff and ripped jocks that were at the top of the social hierarchy. I figured with a scientific major, I could escape from the vanity contest and find friends in peers that were also against the norm. However, my anticipation was quickly dashed as I was forced to deal with those same jocks every day in my classes and their passive aggressive insults. Their ridicule was especially childish due to their petty comments about my appearance, but given how old we all were, it stung even harder for some reason.

It was equally childish of me to try and find a quick escape for my unhappiness. Rather than talking about it with a friend or focusing on my own self-improvement, I found myself stumbling upon the darkened corners of the internet and coming across male transformation stories. At first, it was just a hot erotic story to help be release some sexual frustration given my inability to find a partner here, but eventually it turned into a great output to express my low self-esteem. For the past couple weeks, I would spend my nights reading stories online about magical transformations causing body swaps and various other erotic transformations, and somehow it made me feel better and not so alone. I’d often fall asleep wishing that these stories were based on real events. I hated how I looked in the mirror and how those asshole jocks made me feel, so one late night, in a state of intense dazedness, I softly whispered and verbalized a wish that hopefully would change that. As I turned in my bed and started to fall asleep, I quietly whispered to myself “I wish I could be popular like all of those guys that make fun of me…” With the upcoming semester about to begin, my morale was absolutely shot. I knew it was pitiful and extremely desperate, but you must understand that I was absolutely at a low point of my life. I was actively looking for anything to help pull me out of the mental trenches I found myself in. As soon as I finished stating my wish, I found myself suddenly whisked away to unconsciousness as I began to dream about the possibilities of my wish.

When I woke up this morning, I immediately woke up and felt incredibly strange. I felt heavier yet more energized somehow, and I felt much taller than I usually was. Walking around my single dorm room, I found myself stumbling to navigate the cramped quarters that I used to find extremely easy just the day before. Looking into the mirror attached to my door, I gasped as I looked and found that the normal body that I was used to seeing had been completely replaced with someone else. Instead of a pale, dorky, and chubby adult, I was greeted to the vision of an incredibly hunky buff jock instead.

At first, I gasped and tried to look away from the mirror, somehow thinking I was still dreaming. However, after pinching myself, opening my eyes, and trying any other trope I had seen from television, I looked back into the mirror and realized that I was fully conscious in a new reality. Thinking I had somehow swapped bodies with a jock on campus, I tried to place my new face, but my mental rolodex of campus jocks was coming up empty. Trying to find more information, I reached for my wallet and gasped as I took a look at my ID. Looking closer, the information was almost completely the same. The only difference upon inspection was that it said that I was 6’2” when I was a much smaller 5’8” prior to this morning. My name Gabriel Simmons still was there, so it was apparent to me that I had somehow just been given a brand-new body somehow. My horrible DMV photo had also been changed to be an incredibly well-shot picture matching my new body. Somehow, this body was so photogenic that it could even look good in a DMV photo! I exhaled in shock and mentally came to terms with my new situation. I had just wanted to be a bit more handsome and approachable on campus; I didn’t expect my entire body to be changed overnight!

Looking closer into the mirror, I was caught off guard by how much wider I was overall. Prior, my body was wider solely around the puffy gut that I had been gaining due to an unlimited college dining hall. So, staring at this new body was especially odd to just feel so wide and bulky all over my body. I stare at my arms and look at my biceps and watch them naturally bulging out of my tight sleeping shirt. Still stuck in an admiring mindset, I playfully flex in the mirror and feel myself getting turned on by just how jock-like I’ve become. Running my hands underneath my shirt, I quickly rip it off and admire my ripped physique. These abs I’ve now given to myself are a far cry from the fleshy softness that was previously sitting around my torso, but I’m certainly not complaining about the change.

Realizing that my clothes are now way too baggy for my slimmer and buffer build, I quickly look through my drawers and find my wardrobe has completely changed to better fit my new body. My old shirts are still there, but now they’re in more accommodating sizes for my new bulky form. When trying to decide what to wear, I begin to feel an innate desire to show off my new body. I wished for this to happen and it has happened, so I supposed I should embrace it and promote it to the other guys on campus. I rummage around my drawers before quickly putting on a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts. Staring at the mirror, I decide to bite the bullet and explore what my new life has for me. Searching around, I grab a hat on my dresser to cover up the slight bedhead I had. I grab my backpack off the hook on the wall, looking at my original backpack, which was Star Wars themed, had been replaced with a standard but classy black backpack. I shrug to myself and put it on, deciding it’s better to be safe and have a backpack if I decide to venture downtown and do some shopping to buy some more appropriate clothing. 

After taking a look in the mirror to verify I looked alright, I open the door and walk out of my room, locking the door behind me. As I roam down the hallways, I suddenly find myself caught off guard by the constant greetings and small talk I receive in such a short distance. It was something I never encountered in my old body, so experiencing this for the first time left me a little frantic and nervous.

Trying to get ahead of the possible panic attack, I quickly slide my key into a bathroom door and run in. I take a moment to prepare myself and try to get used to the whole new life that is seemingly waiting for me. It’s strange, but I have to admit that this is essentially what I wished for. It certainly wasn’t what I had in mind, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I’ve gotten a brand-new body that will make me incredibly popular socially and also intimately with other guys on campus. My mouth naturally curls into a smirk as I begin to think about my classes and the fact that I’ll finally be an equal to those assholes who used to make fun of me. I mean, I know they were complete dicks to me, but it’s impossible to not find them incredibly buff and hot. I feel myself suddenly getting really horny, as I watch my boner begin to tent my already form-fitting shorts. Letting my dick infiltrate my mind, I begin to think about inviting them to work out with me after class sometime. I’d love to see what happens when we can just naturally bro out and be ourselves with each other. The thought of getting all sweaty together after some intense workouts begins to feel incredibly desirable. If they’re into getting more intimate after, I’ll gladly initiate some sexual encounters and find a way to teach them a lesson for being rude to me.

As someone else enters the bathroom, I’m broken out of my horny stupor as they greet me and ask how I’m doing. After making some casual small talk as they head into a stall, I try to relax so my boner can start to fade away. I open my phone and flash a smile and take a few selfies. I take a few and post them to Instagram before finally stepping out of the bathroom. I’m nothing but smiles as I walk out into the wintery weather and begin to walk around campus. It wasn’t too interesting to me prior, but I’m eager to see what a new life of popularity and a vain college campus can offer Gabe Simmons!

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Purrfect Punishment

With just a few days before Valentine’s Day, I couldn’t help but mentally scold myself for my behavior. I had a great relationship with my boyfriend James, but it seemingly wasn’t enough for me. My hormones got the best of me and I began to enjoy the company of other men. It first started out with simple flirting with other guys, but soon my interests moved towards hookup sites, where I’d tell James I was working late just so I could cover my indiscretions. It wasn’t even the fact that he wasn’t good in bed, we were often physically intimate with each other and thus very much enjoyed each other’s company. Something just wasn’t satisfying me as much anymore, so my thoughts and my body began to wander farther and farther from him. 

After foolishly leaving open up my laptop in the living room while I ran to the bathroom, James stumbled across the device after getting home from work. To his horror, he was greeted to the sight of all of my various secret sexting conversations with various men all around the city. Thinking back, I can’t help but wonder if my mind purposely forgot to close the laptop so he could find it. I knew my behavior was wrong and yet I couldn’t stop myself, maybe I needed him to find it so I could force myself to stop due to shame. 

Despite the possibility of my subconscious desire to get caught, I’ll never be able to forgive myself for my behavior. As I came out from the bathroom and took sight of his tear-soaked face illuminated by the computer that contained all my clandestine meetings, I felt so much shame and disgust with myself for hurting him like this. Understandably, James quickly kicked me out of our apartment while he attempted to process my behavior and figure out what went wrong. Quickly packing up a suitcase full of some clothing, I headed out with my head hung in shame as I searched to find a new place to stay for the time being.

Thankfully, I was able to score prime lodging in the form of my best friend’s couch for the time being, so I spent the next several days wallowing in self-hatred and longing for the ability to make things right with James. I wanted to fix this, but I knew it was going to have to wait given the poor timing. It was just my luck that he discovered my affairs the week leading up to Valentine’s Day, so I couldn’t help but curse my stars for such terrible timing.

As I cried myself to sleep one night, I couldn’t help but wish that I was back with James. I’d do anything to be back with him and show him that I understand that I hurt him. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I was more than willing to repent in any way he wanted just so I could have the chance to be with my boyfriend once more.

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t help but feel extremely strange. My skin felt incredibly itchy and warm and I felt very disoriented when I looked around from the couch. Everything seemed larger than it was the night prior, so I couldn’t help but twist my head in curiosity and try to figure out what’s going on. “Whoa, what the fuck is going on!” I say, my mind still somewhat groggy from just waking up. To my surprise, the words I thought didn’t come out of my mouth. Instead, my ears perked up in shock as a long “Meowwww” escaped from my mouth. 

Looking down, I gasped as I came to notice a pelt of hair now adorning my once relatively muscular and larger body. Spread out across the couch, I couldn’t help but notice that every inch of my body was now covered in a pelt of grey and white fur. Staring at my hands, I’m horrified by the sight of a furry set of paws. I groan as I already dearly miss the opposable thumbs I seemingly took advantage of. Twisting my body around, I stand upright and awkwardly stumble as I try to get used to my new stance as a quadrupedal creature. Feeling a weird sensation near my rear, I look behind me and take note of my new appendage in the form of a tail. I watch as it naturally sways in motion as I try to comprehend what’s going on.  I’m shocked and scared as to how this happened to me, but before I could even come close to trying to come to terms with my new identity and body, my ears go upright as I’m greeted to the screams of my best friend.

Looking towards the kitchen, I take sight of my friend, who seemingly just woke up as well based on the fact that he was clad only in a pair of briefs. “Get the hell out of here you dumb cat!” He screams, causing me to ignore my discomfort walking on four legs and instantly go into a fast sprint. A scared yelp comes out of my mouth as I search for an escape. Eventually, my eyes meet an open window close to the couch that I had been calling my temporary home. Eager to escape from the wraith of my best friend, my feline body naturally climbs up the couch until I’m close enough to quickly jump onto the window ledge and slide my thinner body through the cracked window.

Jumping down off the ledge, I expected some sort of pain as my four legs met the pavement, but I’m shocked to feel no twinge of pain whatsoever. Somewhat relieved to not be injured, I lean closer towards the buildings meeting the pavement as I try to avoid the sea of humans walking around with haste from destination to destination. Unsure of where I could go, my mind can only think of James, which I realize was luckily only a few minute walk from my friend’s house. Of course, the trek takes a bit longer given my smaller form, but in no time, I’ve reached the apartment complex that we used to live in. Waiting around, I cower by a mail dropbox on the sidewalk and wait for my chance to get inside.

Eventually, I watch as a woman carrying a handful of groceries finally comes along. I remember her as being an annoying tenant who lives a few doors down from us, but all of that is forgiven if I’m able to sneak my way in behind her. I wait as she gains access to the building and quickly props open the door with her heel so she can pick up her bags of groceries and head on inside before she gets locked out. Knowing that this is my only shot, I quickly dart past her as she struggles to grab every bag. Excited and hopeful that James can help me, I quickly traverse up the stairs and stumble over my paws as I walk toward the door of our apartment. 

Once I reach the door, I attempt to call out for James, desperate for him to hear my pleas and come to my rescue. However, I forget that my body can no longer produce words, so all that could come out of my mouth are a few varying meows. With no response, I lean against the door and use my front paws to slide up the door until I’m back on two legs. I slide my paws up and down against the door, with a scratching noise ringing out as my claws come out and sink deeper into the wood door. 

To my joy, I begin to hear footsteps heading my way until I see the shadow of two feet appear under the crack of the door. I purr in joy as the door opens and I’m greeted to the sight of my ex-boyfriend. He looks up at me in confusion, quickly saying “Well hello there, who are you huh?” and flashing an adorable smile. My body goes rigid as he picks me up and cradles me in his arms. “Let’s go find your owners ok?” he says as he closes the door behind him. Of course, his search for my missing owners is pointless when after an hour of searching, no one in the building is able to claim me as their pet. 

Defeated, he returns to his door and sets me back down on the ground as he looks at me with curiosity. “Well, what should we do with you now huh?” He ponders, trying to think about what the best course of action is. Thinking about it, I knew that there was a likelihood that he could either send me back out onto the street or call animal control to come get me. Worried about that possibility, I knew I had to act fast to try and get him to take me in for the time being. Leaning into my new cat identity, I walk over to his leg and nuzzle against it, feeling somewhat surprised as I purr in contentment at just how good it felt. James couldn’t help but chuckle at my behavior and quickly picked me up and looked down at me being cradled within his tattooed arms. 

“Well, since no one claimed you and you’re too cute to send away, I guess I can keep you for the time being. I’ll post some flyers around town as well, but until then, I guess you can stay with me…” He calmly said to me, which made me feel so calm as he spoke so softly. Leaning down, he kissed the top of my head and ran his fingers behind my ears, which caused a series of purrs to escape from my mouth. I didn’t know it, but James couldn’t help but feel quite happy to have stumbled upon this cat on his doorstep. Given his depression over the breakup, it was as if the universe had given him the perfect gift to move on from his boyfriend’s devastating revelation. 

Bringing me inside, he placed me on his shoulder as he gave me a tour of the place that once used to be my home. It was so strange trying to come to terms with the furniture that I once used daily now looking incredibly daunting and huge due to my smaller size. I was eager to find a way to fix this, but I soon found some problems due to my inability to verbalize my desires or search the internet. After a few months of unsuccessful attempts to get a release from my cat form, I eventually gave up on my quest for becoming a human again. It had been months by this point and I had slowly adapted to my new life. Over time, I forgot more about my old life as Travis, the human and began to accept my new identity as Leo, the cat. The universe seemingly punished me for my behavior, but I couldn’t exactly be mad at the punishment dealt to me. It definitely wasn’t the life I envisioned, but I could at least be thankful that I had the opportunity to be back with James again… one way or another.

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Jock-Strapped!

To me, there was nothing better than going to the gym. I got quite the kick out of flexing my muscles for all of the ladies and intimidating all of the other men who wanted to have bodies like mine. The lustful stares from all of the men who wanted nothing more to either be me or worship me were the fuel for all of my workouts. Nothing was better than pumping some iron, getting bigger, and knowing that I was the biggest man here.

Although, I must admit that I did have another pastime at the gym. Call me a stereotype, but I loved to make fun of the various chubs who couldn’t gain muscle or shed their pounds of lard. One particular guy that I loved to taunt was named Chris. The kid was in his mid-20s, which was apparent from the gut that he was sporting. It seemed like too many trips to college dining halls had started to affect the man’s body, so I couldn’t deny myself the luxury of rubbing that fact in. He definitely had potential to look as great as me one day, but his inability to lose any weight was incredibly hilarious as it meant no matter how hard he tried, he’d be stuck with such a chubby body. My daily ritual after a workout was to come up to him in the locker room, slap his gut, and call him “Porky” as I passed by.

However, I had no idea that this time was going to be different for me. It was a late evening in the gym, so we were completely alone in the locker room as everyone preferred to go out partying and going out. I mean sure, I loved to do that too but I wouldn’t let anything get in the way of my gains. Anyway, I came into the locker room after finishing my workout. It was a cardio day, so I was extremely sweaty from the hard work I put in. Deciding the best course of action would be to shower up afterwards, I quickly went over to my locker and stripped down to nothing. I grabbed a towel and slammed the locker door shut. I wasn’t sure if he was gay or something, but I used to catch the dweeb staring at me in the locker room so I decided to give him the full show. With a swagger in my step, I strutted past him as I marched towards the shower. However, when I did my usual routine of ridicule, Chris no longer just took it quietly. “You better watch what you say” he muttered under his breath, which only fueled me to continue my taunt. “And why’s that chubs? What are you going to do about it huh?” I asked, chuckling a hearty laugh as I saw the anger radiating off his wide frame.

Out of nowhere, Chris began to mutter several phrases under his breath. I attempted to listen closer, but it all sounded like some sort of foreign language that was a far cry from my few years of high school Spanish. “Hey asshole, what are you saying?” I angrily cried out, growing more and more uncomfortable as the words flowed faster out of his throat with an angry grit added to it.

Despite my attempts, he refused to break from his chant, which grew wilder and wilder as his voice grew louder along with it. At first I thought he was just fucking around, but when the lights in the locker room began to flicker, I began to grow fearful. Who was this kid and what kind of prank is he trying to play here? Before I could express my anger and demand once more to know what was going on, I felt my body grow rigid. I attempted to move and scream, but it was as if I was bound and gagged to prevent anyone from knowing what was going on. My eyes turned into saucers as I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. This dude had no muscle on his body, so how was he able to get control over me with no physical contact! While stuck stationary in the middle of the locker room, my eyes could only dart side to side as Chris began to move around me. He paced around me in a circle, his eyes squinting in concentration as his voice grew more and more into a joyful yet powerful shout.

As the repetition continued to grow faster and faster, I felt myself beginning to grow shorter. I couldn’t look down, so I could only stare in shock as the eye-level appropriate for my 6’4” frame was dropping by the second. Every attempt to scream and shout was completely muted as I felt a weird itch in the back of my throat. It honestly felt as if my throat was filled with cotton and every attempt to scream and shout only made it harder to breathe successfully. Not wanting to die by choking to death, I kept my silence as I watched myself grow shorter and shorter.

Along with this, I began to feel a light feeling spread across my body. The heft of my muscles and bulky build began to fade away until I felt as light as a feather. If I was free to move at my own volition, I was sure that I would be disoriented and swaying due to the weird sensations coursing through my body. By now, my height had shrunk to the point where I was right below Chris’ knees. Seeing him towering over me like this, I knew that I was quite fucked now. I groaned in pain as I began to feel my body contort in tandem with the weird hand movements that Chris was making while continuing to circle around me. Through some mysterious force, I could only watch as I dropped down to my knees and watched the tan color of my skin begin to fade away. The pigmentation began to change until I was left with an incredibly pale, almost white color solely placed around my thighs and legs. Before I could look any further, pain coursed through my body as my arms bent backwards around me. I wanted to scream and cry as the unbearable pain continued to tug upon my limbs. I couldn’t see it, but the pain in my arms began to fade as the two limbs fused together. The pain then moved over to the section of my legs touching the ground while in the kneeling position. Tears began to flow from my face as I felt the remaining section of my legs expand like chewing gum until they too also became attached to the continuous circle formed out of my two arms. Now off-kilter, I fell backwards and onto the cold floor, but every sensation felt weirdly muted. Out of nowhere, I began to feel an incredible pressure clamping down onto the top of my head. As my head collapsed into my torso, the last image I saw before everything went black was Chris’ gleeful smile. With these final moments, a dry wheeze escaped from my dry lips. As I fully crumpled onto the floor, I had little idea that that would be the last noise I ever uttered as a human.

When I regained my vision, I found myself looking directly up at the ceiling. The lights above me shined brightly, but any attempt to close my eyes or turn away was useless. In my new state, I soon discovered that I also no longer had any range of motion. By this point, I heard Chris’ disembodied chanting finally came to end. Out of nowhere, I saw as he leaned in and looked down at me with a wide smile forming onto his face. “Ah yes, thank you so much for all of those days of ridicule. Without it, I never would have attempted to learn about black magic.” He said, a villain-like laugh echoing through the empty locker room as he picked me up. My field of view looked up at him and grew shaky as I saw each foot lift up and run against what used to be my arms and legs. Despite my offkilterness, I couldn’t deny the waves of pleasure that reverberated through my body with just a single touch of my former victim. With his legs now running against me, I could only stare in complete shock as Chris used his arms and pulled me closer to him. By this point, the only thing I could see was the flab hanging off of his body and his head that showed up in between the valley of his flabby man-tits. Before I could comprehend what was going on, I felt motion as he began to walk over to the mirror. When he stopped his motion, I struggled but successfully began to move my vision elsewhere so I was looking straight ahead. However, as I looked forward and into the mirror, I finally saw what had become of me. I had become his new jockstrap! 

I wanted to cry, to begin sobbing for the chubby man to turn me back to my real body. However, I knew it was impossible despite my attempts. Jock-straps can’t talk, so I knew that was impossible as I was no longer given the gift of vocal cords. “I’m sure you’re freaking out, but please don’t be scared. I’m planning on taking good care of you Brycen” he said. “See, with this spell, I gain all of your knowledge while wearing you. By wearing you at every workout, I’ll learn how to become a fitness master in no time. No longer will I be the “porker” you once described me as. I’ll become the new king of the gym and gain the body I always dreamed of having.” 

As he mentioned those words, I began to feel a shift occur from within my brain. An intense sense of calmness began to overtake my mind as I began to comprehend what my new form was. With this new attitude adjustment, I found myself no longer worrying about gaining my body back or having muscles. As Chris’ favorite jockstrap, my only focus became about being worn and feeling the sweat soak through my fabric form. I was like an addict needing a hit, desperately craving for Chris to wear me and do an intense workout. 

My wish was seemingly granted as I felt my vision hindered by the pair of athletic shorts that he put over me. As he walked, I felt his semi-hard manhood throbbing against my fabric, which only made me more and more eager at my new possibilities as a jock-strap. Hopefully, after a good workout, I could expect Chris to wear me more and more as he gained the hunky body he’s always dreamed. Given that he’s my master now, I couldn’t deny that it would be a pleasure to help him achieve his dream. I’d be more than willing to help him with anything he desires, although I could appreciate him a bit more if he could give me a taste of bodily juices beyond just simple sweat...

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