Becoming... A Cocky Jock - Part II

Becoming... A Cocky Jock - Part II

If you missed part one, read it here!

It had been two days since your last visit at the gym, but that didn’t necessarily mean that you weren’t having any workouts. As you got up on your feet and looked back at the sleeping blonde laying on the other side of the bed, it was clear that you were having a great time with this new life. For these past few days, you have allowed the woman to take care of your every desire, both sexually and in terms of general needs. If you weren’t in the mood to cook, she jumped at the opportunity to serve you a home-cooked meal that wouldn’t leave a lasting effect on your waistline. You couldn’t deny it, the woman was a wonderful cook. Although, you had to confess that the special kind of dessert she served underneath your bed sheets was the best part of it all. The woman was a bombshell, which when tied with your increased libido, had led to several restless nights involving hours of passionate love-making. 

You especially loved it when she felt your buff body up, her well-manicured nails running along the muscular biceps and thick thighs you now possessed. Sure, the sensation was wonderful to experience, but it turned you on to see just how small her hands looked when feeling up such an impressive physique. It left you eager to continue the growth, so after enjoying these two days, you soon found yourself getting ready to head back into the gym to continue your changes.

Before you left, you woke up the woman in your bed to inform her of your departure. “See you later babe, I gotta go workout...” you said, your voice in a husky growl as you said goodbye. She looked up at you, your body clad in a white t-shirt and some red pants. “Hope to see you later tonight. I’d love to fuck that amazing bod of yours again…” you said, causing her to giggle like a schoolgirl at the compliment. You were domineering and based on her reaction, she loved that about you. Hell, even you were enjoying this new growing personality, especially given that you used to be much more timid.

Not wanting to waste time, you quickly headed out, grabbing a hat and pacing down the stairs with increased haste. The best thing about the growth in your legs was just how much easier it was for you to descend down those several flights of stairs. It made it impossible for you to ever be late for any meeting with any gym friends or the girl who was seemingly your girlfriend now (even though a voice at the back of your head stated that there was no desire to give a title to it). 

Now working like a cog in a machine, you quickly gained the gist of working out and went right onto the gym floor and began to workout. You did a few repetitions of some leg and arm workouts, just to feel an incremental increase in strength begin to appear in your four limbs. However, now your desire was aimed at getting a set of pectorals and abs that would match the rest of your buff body.

To start, you first hopped onto a pec deck machine, grinning wildly as you gave into the temptation of growing your body once more. That all familiar tingle rushed against your chest as you wasted no time putting in the hard work. You couldn’t help but look down with each passing repetition, waiting and practically salivating for your flat chest to finally fill out and give you some prominent pectorals.

This wish is soon granted as you begin to watch them grow with every exhale from your heaving chest, small incremental changes pushing muscle out to your personal glee. Staring down, you watched as muscle flooded into your chest quickly as you suddenly gained a chest that could rival that of a teenage girl. But you weren’t going to stop at some simple pectorals, you wanted something impressive to showcase just how manly and stunning you were. So, the reps continued, muscle continuing to grow as your chest attempted to make room for the growth. To your surprise, you watched as your nipples soon began to point downward as your chest grew so buff and inflated. 

Deciding to take a break, you stopped your workout and moved your hands towards your chest. Running your hands against it, you were chuckling with narcissist admiration at the curved chest you now possessed. Squeezing it and feeling the thick muscle underneath, you were ecstatic about just how amazing you looked and felt.

Wasting no time, you set down a gym mat and peeled off your shirt due to your eagerness to see this next part. Laying onto the mat, you began to crank out a series of crunches and other core workouts as that tingle manifested once more. With each passing crunch, you looked down and watched as your torso grew tight and lost practically all of its body fat. With a weird tingle, you watched as abs popped into existence one-by-one until you were left with almost a fully defined eight-pack. Luckily, you knew you could make an eight-pack a reality later if you desired it.

Standing back up, you looked up and stared at your new sweaty body displayed in the mirrored walls. You felt like a god and your body was a prime example of why you felt this way. Your ego was also inflating with each additional muscle growth, but you felt no need to worry. It felt normal to you, to you it made sense to feel like this. After years of wanting to be bigger, you were blessed with a gift that gave you the chance to do just that at your own pace. Continuing to look at your own reflection, toxic masculine emotions began to overtake your mind as well, with your levels of rage increasing along with your libido and narcissism.

Stepping out and towards the locker room, a fellow gym-goer made the mistake of accidentally bumping into you. “The fuck’s the matter with you?” you growled, your mind instantly jumping to defense mode to any man who you feared to try to invalidate your manliness. Despite the man profusely apologizing and trying to calm you down, you were having none of it. “If you ever do that again, I won’t hesitate to fuck you up. Understand?” you continued as you put your hefty arms up and grabbed onto the man’s shoulders. He shook his head rapidly, which allowed you to watch just how fearful he was of you. “Fuck yeah, he should be afraid…” you thought to yourself, but this thought had a strange ripple effect. At this point, that original personality of yours was desperate to regain control and that thought was the catalyst to prevent you from being completely consumed with the alpha cocky jock persona. 

Shaking your head and allowing your real persona to return back into dominance, you looked up at the guy and apologized for your behavior. “Sorry man, I don’t know what came over me a second ago... I think I need to go eat something…” you said, attempting to smile to try and show that you weren’t mad at the man. The man himself grew confused, shaking his head and just saying a simple “Ok” as he left. 

Heading into the locker room, you began to realize that these workouts are actually having some sort of mental effect on you. As a double-edged sword, you realized that you were able to gain the body you wanted, but with each passing workout, the ever-growing persona of a cocky jock was attempting to fully take over your mind and turn you into a walking stereotype. In fear, you quickly rushed into the locker room and grabbed your stuff before fleeing the premises. “Maybe it’s best to take a break from the gym…” you said under your breath as you walked back to your apartment and made plans to try and go out and explore the town with the lady friend staying at your apartment.

---------------

It had been a week or so since your last gym visit, but during that time, you had been having a good time exploring Los Angeles and going on dates with Shelby, the receptionist from the gym. She had enjoyed the romantic efforts you went through to try and apologize for that cocky persona that had made its appearance off and on during their last couple of days together.

You had enjoyed the time away from the gym as well because it just allowed you to enjoy your body in the privacy of your own home. Also, it seemed like the changes were set in stone upon each visit to the gym. Despite being a fairly healthy individual, these past few days had allowed you to indulge more on junk food and desserts than one with this physique would normally expect. However, despite expecting some sort of weight gain to occur, your weight remained stationary at the same weight it had been for days now. 

In fact, you were beginning to enjoy the possibility of never having to step foot in a gym again to avoid the threat of that persona taking you over. Despite deciding to meet Shelby at the gym after her shift ends so you could go to a late night movie, you refused to step foot inside of the building. So there you were, on a late Friday night just leaning against the building and waiting for her arrival. However, to your surprise, the desire to step foot inside was only increasing the longer you were standing near it. The energy of the gym was pulling you in and you were attempting to put up a good fight. The alluring concept of growing bigger and buffer was still swirling around your mind, but you attempted to keep pushing the thought away. You knew the risk and you didn’t want to give into that intense desire..

You shut your eyes, groaning as the thoughts began to grow too much to take. You begged for it to stop so you could just live your life in peace. However, instead of the thoughts disappearing, you felt a cacophony of inner voices cheering and pushing you in. Opening your eyes, you gasped as you found yourself back inside the gym. You attempted to turn out and run away, but your feet refused to move towards the door. In fact, your feet began to move elsewhere: towards the locker room. You groaned and struggled to resist, but it was no use. The gym was pulling you in and you were now stuck under the magic of the gym and the desires of your body.

Heading into the room, your body moves robotically as you take off your clothes and put in a spare set of clothes that you left in your locker. A tight white compression shirt is pulled over your head, causing you to look down and see how it perfectly displays your bulky frame as it tightly wraps around your muscles. Your automated body removes your jeans and pulls on a pair of grey shorts, which once in place, cause your body to begin to walk out of the locker room.

With this complete, you begin to walk out onto the gym floor and sit down on the first machine you can find. Your eyes glance into the reflective walls, where you watch as your body instinctively flexes and your biceps bulge against the fabric. Based on what’s going on, it seemed clear to you that you were able to become your worst nightmare: a dumb, gym-obsessed cocky jock. Giving up your resistance, you groaned as all sorts of knowledge soon began to evaporate from your mind to better fit this new life. An intensive career in computers and IT faded away as you gain the memories of being a college drop-out that decided to devote his parents’ saved tuition money into gym memberships and protein powder instead. “But at least I look fucking stunning…” you thought, which caused you to feel devastated as you could feel the cocky persona beginning to overtake your mind completely now. 

In a strange mix of your body being under auto-pilot while this new persona was slowly gaining control, you began to workout on several machines. With each passing set, more information was being rewritten to accommodate your new life. Gone was the concept of monogamy, no, a cocky jock like you didn’t subscribe to that kind of lifestyle. You had your desires and not just one woman could satisfy your needs. You were a womanizer and you loved that about yourself. The women also seemed to like it as well, willing to be one of several side pieces if it meant being close to a gym stud like you. 

Continuing to get up and try out all of the possible machines, your body was continuing to inflate with muscles that were beginning to defy the limits of your tight white shirt. This was the least of your concerns though, as each machine just brought with it a new morsel of information to help you adapt to your new life. Sitting down at a bench press, your vocabulary was rewritten to adapt a more leisurely and bro-like vernacular. With each press up and down, your biceps continued to inflate, threatening to tear the fabric apart at the seams. These changes also occurred at your pectorals as well, growing thicker and wider as they began to tug against the fabric in another direction.

Your head was practically empty from all previous recollections of your past life, but still a few morsels of info remained that were unable to be rewritten. However, before you could even begin to wonder what those random thoughts in your head were, a loud rip broke your concentration and led you to quickly drop the barbell and sit up. With this quick motion pulling you forward, you watched as the white shirt ripped into tatters and barely clung onto your body. In shock, many people looked at you in disbelief at the ripped state of your shirt. However, you weren’t fazed in the slightest, in fact, you were actually turned on. With a slight tug, your muscles allowed you to rip the tattered shirt off your body and reveal the incredibly buff and inflated physique that was now permanently yours. “Fuck yeah bro, I look fucking incredible!” you said, your voice looking any resemblance of intelligence as it gained a strange vapidness that worked well with your new body. You let out a deep chuckle as you ran your hands against your buff physique, the stares of your fellow gym-goers not mattering in the slightest anymore.

Heading off to the locker room, you wasted no time trying to intimidate several of the guys and flirting with several of the girls. Looking away from one of the girls, you caught sight of that receptionist Shelby staring at you in disbelief and anger. Watching her turn her back and walk away stomping, you chuckled at her sadness. It was always disappointing when a girl thinks they can tie you down like that. “A buff god like me deserves total free reign…” you thought to yourself as you continued to flirt and gain a stack of numbers to call up anytime you were needing to get off (which was more often than one would expect).

Heading into the locker room, you decided to make a plan to head out onto the town. You had no job beyond being a personal trainer, so despite wanting to be in the gym 24/7, you knew that it would be good to go out and explore every once in a while. Putting on a Lakers jersey, you grabbed your stuff and began to exit the locker room. However, before you exit, you catch a sight of a poster on the gym. On it, it’s promoting some sort of travelling set of personal trainers that are offering free training sessions. Looking closely into the poster, you can’t help but feel like one of the guys looks familiar. This guy on the middle right with the facial hair and hairy chest, you couldn’t help but feel as though… he was one of your writer friends? 

You shook your head at the thought, knowing there was no way that you could have been friends with this guy. “I would never be friends with a guy as weak as him…” you said with a chuckle. Although, the concept of attending this free meeting was intriguing to you. Though it wasn’t for the fact of actually gaining some tips, it was the concept of being able to show off his body to these guys and especially show off to that one guy who looked familiar to you that was so appealing. Still though, you couldn’t get the idea that you knew this guy out of your head. This was just like that one dream you had a few nights about being an average guy wishing to be super buff. Ever since that day, you’ve had this constant nagging thought that this wasn’t a dream, but that doesn’t make any sense. You had no idea why you would ever dream of something like this, especially with such a wonderful life like this. Everything was great and you practically had life by the balls. The world was yours to dominate and you were adamant about making that a reality.

Like what you read? Please consider signing up for my Patreon to read more stories and support my work.

Commissions / Survey

Hello there everyone, I’m almost entirely done with all of my stories for the month of September! Given the fact that I have some newfound free time, I’m happy to announce that I am now open for commissions. While I’d love to do everyone’s commission, I’m only available to do 3-5 stories at this time given the fact that I’m also juggling work and college classes. 

I’ve been doing some private commissions (anywhere from 3k to around 13k words) for the past couple months and have really enjoyed them, so I wanted to extend the opportunity to three or four of my other followers. 

In terms of my rate, I charge $15 per 1k words. If you are interested, please shoot me a DM and we can discuss your concept and how to pay further!

- - - - - 

Additionally, I’m also looking to get some feedback from my followers about the type of content they’re enjoying the most on the blog and also to figure out what content they want to see more of from me. So, I have created a quick little survey that you can take here! I’d appreciate any responses and also any feedback you could provide to help me evolve as a writer and create content that everyone can enjoy.

Here’s an additional link to the survey just in case the hyperlink wants to act up: https://forms.gle/cj4Q8s9kaxQnwdVEA

Given that nearly 24 hours have passed since we posted our stories, I wanted to give an additional shout-out and reblog to Henry so hopefully more eyes can see his great addition to our collab story. It was an absolute joy to work on this concept together (through both the ups and downs) and I’m very excited to work together more frequently in the future! 

If you’re not already, please consider signing up for his Patreon! I’m a member myself and I have to say that a lot of his new material is some of the absolute best content he’s ever created. Plus, I’ve gotten some glimpses of his upcoming content, so I can’t stress enough how much TF goodness is in the pipeline. So, do yourself a favor and join today so you don’t miss out! 

The Pressures Of Fame (Sam’s POV)

This story is part of a collaboration with my good friend @soul-controller​. If you’re not familiar with his work then I highly encourage you to head over to his blog and check out the amazing variety of stories he’s been writing. His story features the same events but from the opposite perspective, and he’d blown my wordcount out of the water too. Anyway, I’m hoping this will be the first of many stories that we collaborate on together, and as always, I hope you all enjoy reading this “be careful what you wish for” body swap tale!

Sam Cushing wanted nothing more than to be famous. He’d been dreaming of it since he was a child, and unlike most he wasn’t willing to give up on his childhood ambitions. There was absolutely nothing he wanted more than to see his name in lights and his face on giant billboards - well, except maybe an incredibly large bank balance. Simply put, Sam was determined to be a winner in life and he was more than happy to take shortcuts should they be offered to him. He was already twenty-five and he wanted to be able to enjoy the perks of fame while he was still young and attractive.

Considering his hometown of Chicago was actually one of the more active cities for the entertainment industry, Sam had expected to get his big break fairly quickly and thusly was disappointed by the fact it hadn’t yet happened. He’d been to no less than three-hundred auditions since setting off on his acting journey and even though a number of them had been successful, they were only ever for bit parts on television shows that nobody was even watching. He could count the amount of speaking roles he’d had on one hand! It was frustrating to have his dream job so close and yet seemingly out of his reach, like it was tormenting him. His acting coach kept insisting that his breakout role was “just around the corner” but the more time it took, the more Sam thought the retired sitcom actor was just full of shit and dragging him along for the money.

Although his career success to date had been extremely limited, it wasn’t as if the previous five years had been a complete bust. The connections he’d made in both Chicago and Los Angeles, as well as his handsome face and trim muscular body, had allowed for Sam to garner success as a social media influencer and nary a week went by without a new sponsorship offer arriving in his direct messages. It was the money he made from those sponsorships that allowed Sam to afford his (admittedly quite luxurious) downtown apartment and acting lessons, as well as travel to and from auditions. 

The money was definitely a plus, but it was the attention he received from his ‘followers’ that Sam enjoyed most about his influencer career. Every single post he made was flooded with comments from thirsty gays and hopeless girls who were all but begging for a piece of him. It wasn’t uncommon for his thirst traps (of which there were many) to get half a million likes, and Sam had even used his platform to hook up with a number of other hot male influencers in the Los Angeles area. It turned out that there were quite a few guys in the same boat as him, but in Sam’s humble opinion he was the most handsome of the lot and as such would be the first to make it into the big leagues!

After a night of drinking where Sam had tried and failed to chat up a casting director for the latest CW teen drama, the influencer stumbled out of his Uber and towards his apartment block. He was nothing short of disgusted to be going home alone; he was a goddamn eleven out of ten and being disrespected by the casting director had boiled his blood! Sam drunkenly ranted to himself about the man’s poor decisions all the way into the elevator and then from there into his apartment on the tenth floor. While it would have been sensible to get some water and try to fight off the hangover that would surely come in the morning, Sam instead poured himself a glass of rosé wine and walked out onto his balcony to look up at the glittering spread of stars above him.

Although he couldn’t quite identify if it was actually a shooting star or the night of drinking was finally getting to him, Sam focused on a small speck of light that seemed to be rocketing through the night sky above him. He remembered the stories from his youth about wishing upon a star and, momentarily gripped by childlike optimism, decided to try his own luck at it. “I wish… I wish I was a big famous movie star,” he slurred, the corners of his lips curling up into a dopey smile. In his inebriated state he felt absolutely certain that he’d wake up to a miracle. After all, his momma wouldn’t have lied about the power of shooting stars, would she?

Keep reading

Meeting Your Idol: Shane Thorne

While scrolling through his Instagram feed and drinking his morning coffee on a brisk October morning, Leo couldn’t help but swoon over the latest post by Australian WWE wrestler Shane Thorne. While it was clear to Leo that the man was a glutton for adoration from his fans based on his near constant posts of him showing off his muscles, today’s post was something that showcased even more of a narcissism streak in the man. While staring at the photo, which had Shane flexing his tatted-up biceps and wearing a suggestion of a shirt that clearly showed off his impressive lats and obliques, the British school custodian wasn’t ashamed of having fallen into Shane’s trap for attention. His body was impressive, so Leo couldn’t help but feel compelled to verify that fact for the man through a slew of fire and heart emojis under his post. Sure, it was only going to worsen Shane’s already inflated ego, but it wasn’t as if Leo would ever meet the guy so who was he to judge? Hell, he couldn’t help but be proud to be responsible for the smug cockiness that Shane showed in the ring; that’s part of the reason why he had such an intense crush on the wrestler!

Despite the fact that WWE was fairly localized for North American consumption, Leo had somehow stumbled upon the content one night and immediately fell in love with it. With so many buff studs and bodacious female wrestlers, Leo’s bisexual soul was absolutely thriving to see all of their pure beauty displayed on his television. For the many years since first watching a match, the custodian followed nearly every single matchup and wasn’t afraid to showcase his support on his personal social media accounts. Given his outspoken admiration for the sport, Leo had actually been able to grow quite a following of like-minded WWE fans to the point where he had a slew of online friends to discuss the sport with for the first time ever.

For the many years that he had been in the WWE fanbase, Leo had always been intrigued by rumors of these infamous Halloween parties. These rumors would always increase in popularity in Leo’s WWE circles as October rolled around, with many theories detailing secret yet extravagant fancy trips across the world along with rumblings of mass orgies between all of the gorgeous individuals. While he certainly had little faith in most of these rumors to be true, Leo had faith in the existence of some kind of Halloween party… and he was desperate to find a way to attend one.

But just as Leo exited the Instagram app so he could start getting ready for today’s lessons in school, a notification on Twitter caused him to stop what he was doing and check it out. While he wasn’t sure who this blank account was, the information that this mysterious individual provided seemed to be totally reliable. Leo’s notifications immediately began to go wild as several images were messaged to the WWE superfan by said account. To his absolute shock, it was a sea of candid photos of suited workers carrying in loads of WWE memorabilia into a fancy mansion. Checking his calendar to see that Halloween was tomorrow, he couldn’t help but grow excited. Were those long-rumored parties actually a real thing?

After sending the onslaught of photos, the account then quickly sent a UK address that caused Leo to immediately jump over to his Maps app to see where the location was. The good-looking custodian’s face immediately went agape as he looked down at his phone - the party was just an hour away from his residence! Although he certainly hated the concept of calling off work, Leo couldn’t resist not checking out what was going on at that address. So, after quickly phoning the school and faking an intense cough, Leo made his way into the shower to get ready for his exciting new plan for the day.

Once he finished getting ready in his best form-fitting suit and tying back his hair, Leo rushed outside and hailed the first taxi he could find. After sharing the address to the driver, Leo urged the driver to get to the destination as soon as possible. While Leo certainly had no idea how he would be able to get into the exclusive party, his determination told him that he would find a way somehow. Decked out in his best suit, he hoped that would at least allow him to better blend in to the party and not raise too many red flags as to why a 27-year-old custodian was at a party exclusive for WWE partners, the wrestlers, and their partners.

Given the long distance he was required to drive, the driver was eager to make small talk with the attractive man. However, Leo’s nervousness and anticipation for the event had left him giving simple 2-3 word answers while his foot tapped against the floor of the car for the vast majority of the ride. But upon seeing that the destination was five minutes away on the driver’s map app, Leo suddenly asked the driver to pull over and let him out. The man knew that his attempt of getting into the party would be immediately foiled if he arrived at the front gate in a simple taxi cab, so Leo quickly paid the driver before getting out and heading towards the mansion in the middle of nowhere. As he walked down the gravel road, he understood why there hadn’t been any confirmation of these parties for years; the WWE clearly favored privacy and being off the grid!

When Leo first arrived at the outer edge of the property, his breath had been rightfully taken away by the gorgeous sight in front of him. The sprawling mansion was unlike everything he had ever seen before in his life! Standing at what seemed to be two stories high and over two football fields long, the man who had lived most of his adult life in a small flat was understandably shell-shocked. The concept of having such exorbitant wealth to afford this grand mansion seemed nearly impossible for a custodian like him, so he couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of these wrestlers for being able to afford such things by just throwing each others’ bodies around.

Once he finished wrapping his head around what he was seeing, the man made a surprisingly simple attempt to get into the complex. Due to Leo’s best attempts at having a consistent gym regimen, the custodian had a solid muscular frame that allowed him to traverse up and over the tall and spiked fence with ease. Brushing himself off after getting back onto his feet, he walked along one of the paths before stumbling into a backyard adorned with a grand fountain and impressive hedge trimmings. But before Leo could take in the sights too much and wander further, a thin yet gorgeous older woman in a pinstripe suit quickly rushed up to him and began to tug on him. “You’re the photographer right? I’m Patricia, the manager of this event. Where have you been?!” she said, her voice dripping in a peculiar mix of franticness and annoyance. Looking at her body language and strained voice, Leo could clearly tell how stressed the woman was about making sure this party went off without a hitch.

While he certainly enjoyed photography on occasion (which was mainly utilizing filters on his selfies), Leo couldn’t really call himself an expert in the skill. But given that this was an easy way for him to get into the event, he decided to just along with it. Immediately, he nodded his head and extended his hand out to the woman to offer up a handshake. “Yes, I’m the photographer! Do you mind showing me where I need to go?” he said, giving her a wide grin as the woman returned the handshake and pulled on his jacket sleeve with an annoyed groan to take him to his designated area.

As he was lightly dragged along to the photography station, Leo couldn’t help but stare in awe at the interior of the mansion. The kitchen was incredibly wide, but given the hustle and bustle of needing to prepare all of the food for the party, Leo couldn’t get much of a view of the room due to just how packed it was with staff. Being dragged through a living room / ballroom area though was the catalyst for the largest of Leo’s gasps as he took in the sight. With a stunning black grand piano seated right underneath one of the most gorgeous glass chandeliers he had ever seen (which admittingly wasn’t very many), the room just oozed opulence and glamour in ways that Leo had never experienced before.

But after seeing just a few rooms of a mansion that surely had at least 50, Leo soon found himself near the front door and in front of a white screen backdrop. Patricia quickly tapped her black kitten heel against two crates and told him to get everything set up since the party would be starting in the next hour. Before Leo could even attempt to ask the woman a question, she was already rushing off to oversee the rest of the party tasks. Now left alone, Leo couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief knowing that he had actually made it into the ultra-exclusive party. Plus, one perk of the position thrust upon him was the fact that he gets to take a photo of each and every WWE employee. In a certain way of looking through the camera lens, Leo could at least say that he got to be up close and personal with them in some way! He was sure that his friends online wouldn’t believe the story he’d tell them once he was back in his flat, but at least he knew that it was real.

Dropping onto his knees, Leo began to look through the crates and see what equipment he was working with in one crate. While he certainly had seen some of these pieces before, he surely had no way of knowing how to set them up. But after thinking back to portrait day at his school, he was able to visualize some of the equipment setups and that allowed him to at least try to replicate it here to the best of his ability. After spending nearly 55 minutes fumbling around and trying to seem like he was knowing what he was doing whenever Patricia came to check in, Leo was finally able to get everything all figured out just in the nick of time. With the few remaining minutes, the faux photographer riffled through the remaining crate and quickly realized that the box was simply full of props for the guests to use in the photos. So, just as Leo dropped the box to one side of the white backdrop, the first few guests began to arrive and get their photos taken.

For the next 30 minutes or so, Leo was absolutely starstruck by so many Divas and hunks that were getting their photograph taken by him. He got to see so many of his crushes such as the hunky older Randy Orton and the long-haired studs named Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins! While he had been able to keep his composure for the most part as he snapped their photos and handed them a copy, the arrival of Shane Thorne and his date completely broke Leo of his calm, cool, and collected demeanor.

Unlike every other interaction where he remained behind the camera, Leo couldn’t help but walk in front of the camera to quickly introduce himself to the equally gorgeous couple. “Hey, I know I shouldn’t do this, but I just really wanted to say how much I love your work!” Leo said, his normal voice now seemingly incredibly shy and awkward towards meeting one of his biggest crushes. Luckily for Leo though, Shane wasn’t an asshole in the slightest towards him (which was shocking given how much he expected the man to be a cocky asshole based on what he’d seen on TV).

“Aw mate, I really appreciate that. You’re too kind!” he said, his Australian accent causing Leo’s pants to immediately begin to tent. As the wrestler flashed a smile and lightly put his meaty hand onto Leo’s shoulder, the man quickly rushed back behind the camera to try his best to hide his blushing face and his throbbing member from behind the tripod.

While the couple turned away to rummage through the crate to pick out some playful props, Leo took the moment to adjust and compose himself. He certainly didn’t want to seem like an obsessed horny fan (even if he was), so he tried his hardest to push aside his crush and try to act as normal as possible. But when he looked back up and saw Shane wearing a rainbow cowboy hat and holding a prop arrow indicating being owned by his date, those feelings instantly rushed back. Since most people always had at least one element that they hated about themselves and their lives, Leo found it completely unfair that Shane not only had the perfect body but also a prominent career and a hot partner. As the couple posed and Leo snapped the photo, he couldn’t help but think one singular thought: I wish I was the one with that incredible life...

As the camera snapped the photo, Leo suddenly found himself incredibly confused as he was suddenly blinded by a flash of light. Blinking his eyes to try and get over the bright light that had temporarily seared his corneas, the man was quite disoriented to the point where he didn’t even notice the props he was now holding in his hand or the dainty hand wrapped around his waist. Even when Leo said “Holy fuck” while rubbing his eyes, the man wasn’t even able to notice the different accent that was now coming out of his mouth. But when he looked up to try and figure out why the camera had stunned him instead of the couple posing, the realization finally dawned on Leo as he found himself now in front of the camera lens. Seeing his real body still slightly dazed from behind the tripod, Leo couldn’t help but smile as he looked down and saw himself now wearing the same clothes that Shane had been wearing. Holy shit, I’m in his body! This is a Halloween miracle! Even though the body swapped custodian couldn’t understand how or why this had happened to him, he was understandably overjoyed that it had occurred and thus not willing to question it further. So, as he tilted his head towards the right to stare down at Shane’s date, he couldn’t help but smile at her and give her a cute little wink.

While the new Shane was now having a cocky grin on his face, the former Shane was finally coming to and not entirely sure about what was going on. Not only was he now behind the camera and dressed in some non-designer clothing that was immediately uncomfortable to him due to the starchy fabric, but he was also staring directly at his body making out with his girlfriend! “Hey…” the former Shane said, moving away from the camera and trying his best to fight against the daze and get this unknown man off of his date. But given the man’s new shaky voice and in a light British accent, the couple were unwilling to stop making out for several moments and the body-swapped wrestler was just forced to watch as it happened.

Eventually though, the couple pulled their mouths apart to look towards the photographer. As they looked him up and down, both individuals began to have different reactions as they looked at the body of a photographer whose cock was clearly rock hard and pressing against his pants. While the woman was clearly disgusted and felt disturbed by the man seemingly being a peeping Tom, the body of the buff wrestler was clearly enjoying the attention that the photographer was paying attention to the couple. “Hey mate,” Shane Thorne said as a cocky smirk emerged on his face, “How about you get back behind that camera and take our picture?”

Feeling surprisingly obedient, the former wrestler listened to the direct order and began to count down for the photo. While the man still felt strange and disoriented, rage immediately began to bubble into his mind as he watched his former body kissing his girlfriend while making direct eye contact with the camera. It was so cocky and condescending, especially with the slight smirk on his face. Although Shane had no idea how this had happened, the cocky expression on his former face indicated that the new occupant somehow knew something behind the swap between them.

As soon as the camera finished snapping the photo, the former wrestler immediately broke out of his daze and began to spew profanities and scream at the top of his lungs. “You fucking asshole, give me back my body!” he cried out, rushing towards the new Shane and his girlfriend with rage in his eyes and his fists clenched. But before Shane could even think of hitting his former body or his girlfriend, Leo immediately punched the man in the face hard enough for him to immediately collapse onto the ground and cry out in pain. Feeling intense masculinity and a new desire to show-off, Leo was eager to showcase just how powerful Shane Thorne’s body was and how dedicated he was to knowing about Shane’s WWE career. Picking up his former body, Leo gripped the man above the shoulder and around one of his inner thighs to pull the man into a fireman’s carry position. Before the man could even plead for mercy, Leo flipped the man around and threw the man down to the ground in an intense chokeslam to complete one of Shane’s signature finishing moves: the Bomb Valley Death.

With a sea of “ooh’s” and “Holy shit’s!” ringing out through the mansion, a vast majority of wrestlers rushed over to see the aftermath of the building-rattling takedown. But before Leo could even continue using his wrestling skills against Shane, two burly security guards lifted Shane up from under his armpits and began to drag him the weaker man out of the building. While he was being dragged out though, Shane was desperate to share the truth about what had happened. “I’m the real Shane! He swapped our bodies!” he continued to cry out, which only earned a bunch of hearty laughs from the wrestlers. They all knew that there was no way that supernatural shit like body swaps could happen, that guy must have been tripping out on some insane drugs! Within less than a minute, the real Shane Thorne’s screams were completely out of range as he was thrown out onto the gravel road by security and forced to accept his new life as a British school custodian named Leo Thomas...

After shaking out his suit jacket, the new Shane took a second to check in on his girlfriend as Patricia rushed in to try and remedy the situation. After the woman profusely apologized and admitted that she hadn’t properly vetted the photographer, she couldn’t but ask about what had caused the man to snap in such a way. With Patricia’s attention along with all of the other party attendees focusing on him, Shane knew that he had to come up with something to lighten the mood and get the party back on track. “I don’t know ma’am, I guess he just couldn’t handle the sight of a real man…” he coyly said, throwing up his arms to flex his biceps. Even through the thick layers of a dress shirt and suit jacket, the wrestler’s muscles were on full display and caused all eyes to focus closer on the man’s impressive physique as the crowd burst into thunderous fanfare.

With the party now back in full swing, Shane had a blast going through and meeting all of these wrestlers that he used to spend so much time fantasizing about. Hell, it was so erotic to watch as these men he idolized now looked him up and down with great reverence and admiration. He may have been mistaken, but it also seemed as though some of these wrestlers had crushes on Shane just like the real Leo used to. As Shane continued to mingle and talk with wrestlers and the higher-ups at WWE, he felt strangely calm and confident in his ability to smooth-talk anyone. He was now an absolutely stunning Aussie hunk that was beloved by fellow wrestlers and fans alike with an incredibly gorgeous woman wrapped around his muscular waist, of course he could get anything he wanted!

But despite his intense desire to pull his date into an unoccupied bedroom to fuck her brains out, there were more pressing matters at hand for the new Shane Thorne. He needed to find a home gym and fast! So after about 30 minutes of wandering around through the labyrinth of hallways and rooms, Shane breathed a sigh of relief as he soon found himself making his way into a well-furnished home gym. God bless the WWE for thinking every aspect of this party through, Shane thought to himself as he stared at all of these state of the art machines that he had only ever heard about and never used. With a wide grin on his face, Shane immediately began to peel off his dress clothes and slip on a pair of clean gym shorts that were laying out for anyone to use. After getting fitted in some more gym-appropriate clothing, Shane turned and stared into the mirror once more to get a better look at himself. Upon seeing just a second of his new shirtless body, Shane had gained an instantaneous boner that was begging for immediate relief. Despite those intense urges though, he was incredibly eager to explore his new body that was decked out with incredible muscles and impressive tattoos.

Flexing into the mirror was the next stop towards checking out what the real Leo was now working with, which proved to be quite effective as his new cock began to ooze pre-cum and beg for some form of attention. Fuck, who knew that body swapping would get me this turned on, Shane thought to himself as he moved away from the mirror to grab onto some dumbbells. As he started to do some reps, that infamous cocky smirk reemerged as he watched his biceps bulge out and cause his tattoos to warp under the influence of such hardened muscle.

Just as he was starting to get into his workout, the sudden arrival of Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns had caused the man to stop and stare as the two long-haired hunks both began to make direct eye contact. “Uh, hey there fellas,” Shane said, which elicited chuckles from both men as they both looked at each other. Before Shane could ask about what they were doing here, the two men immediately grabbed onto the waistband of their pants and pulled them down to reveal their semi-hard cocks to Shane. As they rapidly pulled off their remaining articles of clothing such as their shoes and shirts, the now-nude wrestlers moved with haste towards the tattooed hunk.

Quickly putting down the weight, the two men immediately began to caress Shane’s muscular body and run their tongues along every inch of his sweaty skin. Of course, this immediately elicited a response from Shane as well as he felt his dick begin to throb from the dual affection he was receiving from two wrestlers he used to crush on back when he was a simple custodian (something that was already seemingly like a lifetime ago in the man’s mind).

As Seth made his way towards Shane’s lips and pulled him in for a tender kiss, Roman soon found himself on his knees and putting his own lips against the Australian’s throbbing shaft. After getting over the initial shock of the sudden affection he was receiving, Shane soon found himself becoming an equal partner in terms of sharing affection towards the other men. But before he could get to completion in Roman’s mouth, the two men looked up at the clock before telling Shane that “they” were ready for him. Unsure of what was going on, the two men began to lead Shane out of the gym and into the grand living room / ballroom that now seemingly doubled as a mass orgy room.

“Holy fuck…” Shane said, staring as he watched everyone else in the party suddenly making out and enjoying every inch of each others’ bodies. Hell, even his girlfriend was in on the action and making out with Randy Orton of all people! As Seth and Roman led Shane into the orgy to be the apparent leader, he couldn’t believe that all of this had been real. Every single rumor about the WWE Halloween parties had been true, even the orgies! As Shane began to moan and writhe on the floor as a sea of horny hunks and babes began to caress and worship his hunky body, the wrestler was absolutely overcome with joy and pure bliss.

Even though the party hadn’t even ended, Shane couldn’t wait for next year’s Halloween party!

Like what you read? Please consider signing up for my Patreon to read more stories and support my work.

Beta-Testing Madden 2023

For years now, Richard had dreamed of being a football legend. But given his innate clumsiness and inability to pack on any muscle, his body had clearly disagreed on the man’s dreams and ambitions. Luckily for Richard though, the man still had an avenue that allowed him to be the superstar he had always longed to be: video games. He knew it was pitiful to play a game just so he could pretend to be a hunk, but it helped him live the dreams he had always wanted to experience. With a controller in hand, he could play any player on any team he wanted. He could help lead his team to victory to the point where he would be the sole individual responsible for getting the virtual AI-players to become Super Bowl champions.

While he enjoyed the sight of many hunks (even in their video game form), no one stuck out to him more than the Kansas City Chiefs tight end Travis Kelce. With his impressive physique, killer beard, and stunning face, it was understandable why Richard gravitated so heavily towards the jock… he was everything Richard had aspired to be! There were so many dreams that Richard could easily recall where he’d wake up to have the body and life of Travis Kelce, excelling on the field and then scoring in the bedroom with his girlfriend. If only dreams could come true...

As Richard arrived back at his family’s house (where he still resided in his childhood bedroom), he groaned as he heard the loud voices of his younger siblings hooting and hollering as they played on his gaming console. He loved the kids to death, but it was so annoying to experience such noise after just arriving home from a terrible shift in retail. The store was absolutely hectic given the Friday rush of customers eager to get their merchandise before relaxing all weekend, so it was safe to say that his register was constantly swamped with no relief throughout the eight-hour shift. 

Because of this, the 24-year-old man’s usual meekness quickly flew out of the window as he longed for some semblance of peace and quiet for one night. Peeking his head into the room with the two kids, Richard immediately yelled at them and told them to get lost so he could relax and play some games later. Despite the pair of 10-year-old boys’ whining, the man remained firm in his stance until the two boys admitted defeat and rushed upstairs to their bedrooms. Upon hearing the slam of their bedroom doors, Richard breathed a hearty sigh of relief and smiled to himself upon actually getting his way for once.

While he walked down the hallway to his bedroom, Richard stopped himself as heard the voice of his mother state that he had received a package in the mail. Hearing that she left it on his bed, he cried out a simple “Thanks Mom!” and finally closed the door of his bedroom. After peeling off his unfashionable uniform, Richard fell backwards onto his bed while letting out a deep exhale. Noticing something in the corner of his right eye, the man tilted his head to see a rectangular box laying next to him. Not remembering ordering any package, he sat up and pulled the box closer to him. Interestingly enough, the box had no return address, so the source of this delivery is a total mystery to the man. 

Using a pair of scissors on his desk, Richard wasted no time opening the box to discover its contents. As he pulled back the flaps and looked inside, the man gasped in shock at what he saw inside. After taking a second to verify that what he saw was true, he grabbed and pulled out a clear video box that had the text Madden 2023 - Beta Test Edition scrawled across it in black marker. How was this possible? The 2022 edition of the game had just come out a few weeks ago! 

Opening the box, he watched as a folded up note fell out and dropped onto the floor. Upon putting down the game and leaning down to grab the piece of paper, Richard began to read the note typed on the official Madden letterhead:

Congrats Richard, 

You have been selected to be one of the first players to try out a beta-version of our 2023 edition of Madden! This opportunity has been funded by S-C LLC, a major collaborator with the NFL. We hope to receive your feedback in two weeks about any sort of kinks that you experience while playing. 

Thank you for your assistance, 

The Madden 2023 Dev Team.

Finishing reading the note, Richard found himself in utter disbelief that he had been blessed with such an honor and privilege. The concept of getting early access was incredibly exciting to the man, especially given how much he enjoyed playing the game to live his football fantasies. It was understandable then as to why Richard found himself buzzing with excitement and energy to the point where he left his room to go try out the game. 

After placing the game into his console, the man grabbed his controller and fell back into his highly-cushioned couch. Watching as a basic loading screen manifested onto the screen, Richard waited a good 30 seconds before the game finally sprung back to life and brought him into the main menu of the game. While the graphics were clearly not properly mastered, it still looked surprisingly realistic for being just a beta version of the game.

Upon setting up his campaign and picking Travis Kelce as his character, the man began to spend hours and hours playing the new game. For the most part, he was relieved to see no real bugs or issues in need of fixing (besides the graphic remastering) since it helped him remain heavily invested in the game and focus on his team’s success. Given the late hours, it wasn’t a shock for Richard as he began to struggle to keep his eyes open and start messing up in the game. Pausing the game to take a slight break to rub his eyes, the man leaned his head against the back of his couch and allowed them to close slightly. If I only rest for a second, then I can just get back to playing the g-... 

Suddenly, Richard jolted back awake to find his ears assaulted by a symphony of loud noise. Opening his eyes and looking around, he gasped as he suddenly found himself sitting on a bench and leaning against a wall of lockers inside a busy locker room. Looking around in confusion, the players moved around in silence as they got dressed and began to head out of the room in a single line formation. 

Feeling both confused by what he saw and dazed from his drowsy state, Richard sat up and gasped as he looked down at himself. Not only was he now dressed entirely in a football uniform, but as he saw the large #87 on his torso, he realized that he was wearing the jersey of Travis Kelce! “Holy shit!” Richard exclaimed, stunned as he could hear a much different voice coming out of his mouth. With the click clack of his cleats ringing out, the man eagerly ran towards the restrooms to look into a mirror. 

Just as he had expected, the reflection of his football crush was staring back at him. It seemed unbelievable, but Richard had actually gained the body and life of Travis Kelce! Looking intensely in the mirror, the man was in awe of the jock’s striking features, impressive beard, and nice physique. Even while saddled up with all of this heavy bulky gear, Richard knew that this man was physically gifted. After taking a peek by lifting up the jersey to stare at Kelce’s abs and checking beneath the waistband of Kelce’s pants, he soon found himself rock hard at the body he was now in control of. However, somewhere in his mind, the vision of the empty locker room told him to stop admiring himself . The team was seemingly already on the field, so Richard knew he had to get out there ASAP!

Quickly grabbing his helmet, Richard jogged out the same way the players went and gasped as he suddenly found himself out in a crowded stadium. As he stepped foot on the well-maintained grass, Richard jumped as the crowd suddenly roared to life. It was strange to see such excitement for a Chiefs’ game, and by extension, encouragement and cheering to inspire his own performance as Kelce! Wandering throughout the crowded sidelines, he was confused as he saw the players of his team huddled up but not saying anything. Upon making his way over to the team, the arrival of their star tight end finally elicited the coach to begin hyping up the team and encouraging them to go out there and kick ass. With the coach’s parting words, Richard suddenly felt excited yet nervous to experience his first ever football game… in the body of a hunk nonetheless!

Despite his nervousness, there was a sense of calmness that had quickly settled over Richard as he made his way out onto the field after his team went on the offense first after kickoff. Luckily, this body seemingly had some sort of muscle memory, so the former average man was able to easily excel as Kelce. He was grateful for that though, especially since it just helped him better visualize his dreams of being a star NFL player! 

For the first three quarters, the Chiefs easily blew the other team out of the water as they’re able to score constant touchdowns. Richard had found great joy in these quarters too given the fact that he had been responsible for scoring several of the touchdowns while using this body’s skills to his advantage. As the final quarter finally began to start, it seemed unlikely to Richard that the other team would be able to catch up the astounding lead the Chiefs had. But despite this fact, he was still eager to work as hard as possible and further the team’s lead. 

Just as he got into position to prepare for running at full speed down the field upon the snap of the ball, the new Travis Kelce smirked as he felt incredibly lucky to be living such an incredible life. Hearing the sound of the ball landing in the quarterback’s hands, Richard wasted no time breaking into a hard sprint down the field. Just as he looked back and prepared for the ball to be thrown to him though, Richard gasped as he suddenly found himself stuck in place. “What the hell?” he thought to himself as he attempted to figure out what’s going on.

But as his eyes rapidly shifted around, the new jock soon realized that the players on both teams had also found themselves deeply rooted in place. Seeing all of this occurring brought his mind back to the various other strange things he saw after stepping onto the field. Why was the crowd so noisy, screaming at the top of their lungs even when nothing was happening in the game? Why did all of the players and the coach stand idly in place until he arrived to speak with them? It felt as though everything had been put on pause, much like what Richard did when he streamed his favorite show or played his favorite video game... “Oh shit! Am I stuck inside the game?” he cried out as the cruel truth of the new reality he found himself living in finally dawned on him.

* * * * *

“I’m coming Mom!” Richard’s little brother screamed as he put the video game on pause and headed off to see what was going on. He wasn’t sure where his brother went, but when he woke up this morning to see the console on and a single controller resting on the couch, he was eager to give it a shot. The kid had a slight understanding as to why his older brother was so stressed, but he still didn’t think it was fair that he wasn’t allowed to play on the game system. Just because his brother paid for the games didn’t mean that it was only his! Their parents got the system for all three siblings to share, so the younger brother was eager to use it as much as he could whenever Richard was out of the house.

While he wasn’t a big football fan, the game was already turned on and on the main menu screen, so the kid decided he might as well give it a go. Clicking a new game, he set up a game where his avatar was that of Patrick Mahomes II, the quarterback of the Chiefs. For nearly 30 minutes uninterrupted, the kid was a quick learner as he was able to throw touchdowns that had led the team to absolutely destroy the opponents with ease.

After doing the few chores that his mother demanded of him, the kid returned to the game and resumed the play. Luckily, the game allowed him to easily throw the back to a #87 player who easily brought it in with a touchdown. This process continued for the remainder of the quarter until his team had won the game. It was surprisingly quite fun, so the kid thought maybe it would be fun to play this more often. Although he was slightly confused by the cocky man who kept showboating after consistently scoring the team’s touchdowns. It was amusing to watch the man taunt the other team after scoring a touchdown, but it was quite strange since no other players had done those kinds of moves after scoring a touchdown or winning the game…

* * * * *

Despite the initial shock of becoming a video game version of Travis Kelce, Richard soon began to adapt and accept his new situation. While there was an annoyance about the fact that he couldn’t go beyond the realm of whatever stadium he had found himself playing in, he tried to focus more on the concept of being an incredible player. There was nothing he could really do to fix this, so there was no real use thinking intensely about it or searching for a solution. 

The few concerns that he had though were in regards to the long-term effects of his life as a video-game player. He remembered that the letter said that it was a two-week beta-test before the company came back and took back their copy of the game. Would he be erased with any potential updates and replaced with an AI-version of Kelce after this? Or would his personality mesh with the scripts written for the AI-character to essentially create a free-thinking character able to behave however he wanted? Was it possible for the game developers to find his soul and pull him back out of the game? There were so many questions that Richard had no idea how to answer, so he soon found himself thankful for the fact that when the game was turned off, he no longer had the ability to dream. He was enveloped into total darkness that provided him temporary relief from this life-concerning quandaries until the game was turned back on and he was put back into use in some way.

While he had wished to become Travis Kelce, this certainly hadn’t been what he had in mind. Despite this, Richard was still looking to find enjoyment given the fact that he knew how much time he had left. So, the new Kelce began to act more brash and wildly to the sea of adoring fans. Sure, he knew that they were just scripted to cheer him on, but it still made him feel good as he danced in the endzone and brought them up to their feet in either a roar of applause or booing!

Like what you read? Please consider signing up for my Patreon to read more stories and support my work.

Taking A 1-2 Week Hiatus

Hello there everyone, 

I just wanted to provide a little update about my availability so people weren’t wondering what was going on with the sudden inactivity that’s about to occur on the blog. As a college student, I’ve been able to fairly easily navigate coursework along with writing these stories for both your and my own pleasure... until now. 

So, for the next week to week and a half, I’m unfortunately going to have to be inactive on the blog while I work on these college assignments. Despite my best efforts, I need to solely focus my attention on trying to handle the onslaught of group projects and midterm papers that were just sprung upon me. 

However, don’t fret about waiting any longer for new content! I have a ton of spooky October stories already planned / in the works (ranging from body swaps, possessions, reality shifts, and even another collab story) that I’m extremely eager to finish and share with you once I get the free time once again. Thanks for reading and I can’t wait to be back to post new content!

Thanks, 

Soul-Controller