Meeting Your Idol: Alex Crockford

Meeting Your Idol: Alex Crockford

For years now, Philip had been a big fan of fitness guru Alex Crockford. Not only did he love to watch the man’s IG workouts, but he also found himself incredibly attracted to the man. His body was incredibly impressive, so along with the tattoo on his left shoulder and his gorgeous face, it was a no-brainer as to why Philip was so drawn to the man. This attraction had only increased when he discovered that Alex lived somewhat close to where Philip resided. So when Alex stated on an Instagram story that he was going to do a free fitness class at Philip’s local gym, you couldn’t believe the excitement he felt about meeting his idol! He wanted to make a great impression so badly that he desired to dress well for the man. However, upon considering the idea, that thought quickly flew out of his head as he thought about working out in his best suit and soaking it in his sweat. 

On the day of the event, Philip was a nervous wreck as he entered the room and gained a spot in the front row of the class. Not only was he going to be super close to his idol, but he was also going to basically be face-to-face to the man's body. Just the thought of Alex’s body getting caked in his own sweat throughout his intense workout left Philip’s dick quickly trying to showcase itself from inside his black athletic shorts. With such an over-eager dick already trying to make its presence known, Philip was unsure how he was going to be able to keep it together for the whole event.

Upon Alex’s arrival, Philip couldn’t help but let a slight gasp escape from his mouth upon catching the sight of Crockford. Luckily, there were a fair amount of women who gasped as well, so Philip’s high-pitched gasp was able to be properly concealed in secret. “Let’s get to work guys!” Alex said as he quickly turned on some sort of workout mix and began to teach his class. To Philip’s surprise (and relief), as the workout progressed, he found it hard to pop a boner when he was doing such intense training. He knew that Alex tended to do hardcore workouts, but he foolishly thought he would be able to handle it. Not even halfway through it, Philip was growing incredibly overwhelmed and worn out. Hell, he was too tired to even get hard as Alex accidentally bumped into him as he walked past while checking on other members in the class.

Once the class was over, just like Philip, a fair amount of his classmates stayed behind to try and talk to the hunky trainer and his assistant, who was annoyed from being stuck taking photos of them together. Wanting to have some alone time with his fitness idol and crush, Philip stayed in the back of the room as he watched Alex deal with all of the flirtatious women who didn’t care that he was a married man. Sure, Philip could understand the attraction to the man, but he would never openly flirt with someone who was clearly straight and in such a happy relationship.

Letting the last woman walk out, Philip gingerly began to step forward to Alex as he was putting away his remaining gear. “Hey there man, did you enjoy the class today?” Alex asked, which caused the fan to nod his head. “Yeah, I was a big fan of it. It was intense... but it was incredible!” Philip stated, which caused a chuckle to escape from Alex’s mouth. “You’re right, but that intensity is the best way to get jacked right?” he responded, which caused a smile to form on Philip’s face. He couldn’t believe he was really talking with his idol like they were friends.

“So, uh, I just wanted to say that you’re a big inspiration for me!” Philip said, which caused Alex’s head to perk up as the man continued. “Like, I’m still building my body to look like how I envision it, but I’d love to have a body like yours!” Philip said, which caused the trainer to smile. “That’s very kind of you to say, but I think you’re already off to a great start!” Alex responded, which caused Philip to feel butterflies in his stomach.

“Would you like to take a photo?” Alex asked, which made the eager fan grin and nod his head up and down in approval. Eager about the opportunity, Philip quickly unlocked his phone and handed it to Alex’s assistant as the two men wrapped their arms around each other’s waists and began to pose for a couple photos. After the second photo, Alex suggested they do a pose of them flexing, which Philip quickly agreed to with a big beaming smile. As they each threw up an arm and flexed, the camera flashed a bright white light that completely enveloped the two fit men.

As the light receded and revealed the empty gym room once more, Philip felt strange as he suddenly realized that his right arm was up instead of his left. Looking over to it, his face went into a look of confusion as he was greeted to the sight of a bicep that seemed bigger than usual. To add to his perplexity, his black shirt was now a blue shirt, just like Alex’s…

Turning his head to his left, Philip jumped as he caught sight of his own body still holding up his left arm in a flex. “Hey…” Philip said, poking his body in the shoulder and watching as it suddenly returned from its dazed state. To his surprise, his body didn’t have an equal look of shock manifested across his face upon turning to him. Instead, it was a look of… nervousness and admiration. “Thank you again for taking a photo with me Mr Crockford…” his former body said as he took his cell phone back from the assistant. Scrolling through the camera roll, Philip watched his former body smile and wave goodbye before moving towards the door. He couldn’t believe it, Alex didn’t know that they had swapped bodies! “Hey Philip!” the new Alex called out, which caused the real Alex to stop and look back at him with wide eyes upon the mention of his name.

Standing there looking at his former body, Philip weighed the options of his situation. He could inform the man that he was the real Alex Crockford and they had swapped bodies… or Philip could keep this body and secret for himself. It wouldn’t be a bad life to have, becoming his fitness crush and living a life of wealth with a wife. In fact, that seemed quite better than the alternative he originally had. “Oh uh” Philip said as he made up his mind. “Tag me in those photos when you post them!” he continued, which caused his former body to nod before walking out of the room and into his new life completely oblivious about who he used to be. 

With his assistant asking if he was ready to head home, Philip smiled as he said yes and grabbed his materials. He was unsure of what home was entirely, but he was excited to find out what it was as Alex Crockford. Despite his slight guilt for leaving the real Alex trapped in his former body, Philip’s conscience wasn’t too affected given that the man clearly had no idea. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him…” Philip said under his breath as he took one last selfie before exiting the gym and entering his new life as fitness legend Alex Crockford.

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Repurposing Their Star Player

Having just signed an impressive new contract with the Arizona Cardinals, the defensive end superstar JJ Watt was understandably excited about the upcoming season. While he felt bad having to leave the Texans after playing on the team for over 10 years, JJ had to follow the money now that he was a married man looking to start a family. He was eager to give his wife and future children the best life possible, so when he saw that the contract would pay $60 million for just two years of work, the over-eager man didn’t even allow his lawyers to read it before he signed on the dotted line.

But this over-eagerness ended up to be JJ’s ultimate downfall as he found himself injured once again. While this wasn’t the first time messing up his hamstring, it was certainly the most painful it had ever been before. He felt like an idiot from over-extending at practice and trying to show off to his new players. JJ wasn’t the 20-year-old spring chicken he once was and now he had certainly been taught a lesson as the doctors told him he would not be allowed to play during the entire first season of his two-year contract. Of course, not only was he in pain and angry about the injury, he was also understandably nervous about what the injury meant in terms of his large payout. Would the team cut him and hire a younger (but less talented) defensive end? Would they still pay him but on the condition that he remained in peak health upon healing? As a result, the man was relieved to find that he had soon been beckoned by the entire coaching staff to meet early the next morning to discuss the clauses in his contract. Despite his nervousness, he was at least relieved to know that he would find out his answer soon, rather than having it ambiguously left in the air while he recovered.

Arriving into the Cardinals locker room the next morning, JJ couldn’t help but find the once-familiar location incredibly eerie as he sat on a bench. He was used to a lively locker room full of jock banter and enjoyable conversations, so to hear nothing besides the occasional dripping from a leaky shower faucet was nothing short of off-putting. Before he could think about it further though, the office door of head coach Kliff Kingsbury pulled open and jolted him up to a standing position. “Hey there JJ, c’mon in!” he said, a cold vacant expression displayed on his face. Due to this, JJ’s anxiety reached a crescendo as he took in his head coach’s demeanor as a bad omen. “No, there’s no way they would cut me,” JJ thought to himself as he sat up, “I was their biggest offseason signing! The coach has to realize that I’ve got way more left to give this team despite this idiotic injury...” With this thought process continuing to refute the insane assumptions in his head, JJ was able to shift his anxiety to a low simmer and prevent it from further bubbling up.

After grabbing his crutches, the player hobbled his way into the room as Kliff closed the door behind him and moved to his desk. Sitting across from the man that hypothetically the judge and the jury of his career right now, JJ tried his best to butter Kliff up and make it seem like he was truly scared about the consequences of his injury. He knew that he was at no real risk, but he still did his best to convince the coach by talking about how happy he was to be a part of the team and how eager he had been to be a part of the team this season before the injury. To JJ’s satisfaction, the man was quite receptive to his comments, calming stating how it was apparent how committed he was despite only being at a few practices.

Putting his hands onto the top of the desk, Kliff leaned in towards the man as he began to detail the issue at hand. “Clearly JJ, you’re passionate about being part of the team and the Arizona Cardinals are eager to keep you around,” the coach said, which caused JJ’s expressionless face to allow a small grin to manifest onto his face. “As you know from so many years in the league,  the coaching staff is able to cut injured players that aren’t able to play at all this season… but the Cardinals aren’t looking to do that. And I’m sure you’re not wanting us to drop you after such an extravagant wedding right?” Kliff said, his face breaking into a smile that seemed both authentic and phony to JJ. Not wanting to rock the boat though, JJ refused to say anything and just smiled back and nodded to the man.

“So yes, if you’re looking to keep your contract intact and continue to receive those millions of dollars, you’re going to have to follow the rules of your contract down to the fine print! For example, there’s a clause on page 76 that states that contracts will only be fulfilled and payment will be received on the grounds that any injured players remain an active member of the team,” the coach said, his voice unwavering as he got right to the point for the new transfer player. To provide evidence of this clause, JJ was handed a copy of his contract and told to read over page 76 to acquaint himself with the specific rules of the contract. Skipping through the page full of text, JJ tried his best to try and comprehend what these rules meant exactly. Would I be required to do press interviews for the team or attend private events with the owners and any partner of the team? The possibilities were endless, so as his mind began to run through all of the possibilities, his mind was so preoccupied that he forgot to ask what exactly the contract wanted from him.

After taking a moment to allow him to read, the coach soon asked if JJ understood, which caused the player to simply nod his head in an attempt to be complacent. While he didn’t understand legal jargon and didn’t know what constituted being an “active” member of the team, JJ was just determined to do anything so he could continue to receive his salary.

“There are usually multiple options available, but right now we only have one position left: the uniform department. It’s not the most intensive work on your part, but it’s still a critical part of the team’s success!” Kliff said, looking directly into JJ’s eyes as he tries to wrap his head around it all. “So, what do you think? Will you join the uniform department and vow to remain an active member of the team no matter what?” the coach continued, reaching out his hand for a handshake.

Thinking it over, JJ didn’t really have many options. He needed to retain his salary and there was no way he wanted to get cut from the team either! “I mean, it’s the uniform department, the most intensive work I’d do would be to fold laundry and put it into each player’s locker…” JJ thought to himself as he made his mind up. “Absolutely Coach, I’m completely dedicated to the team!” JJ said as he reached his hand out and completed the handshake with his head coach.

But just as their hands connected to close the deal, a painful zap coursed through JJ’s thicker hand that caused him to pull back in shock. “Shit, that hurt!” JJ said, a slight chuckle escaping from his lips as he looked up at his coach. But the coach didn’t seem to find the zap humorous, instead leaning back in his office chair and looking intently at the football hunk.

Looking down at the hand that had been shocked, JJ looked down to verify that he was ok and that he wasn’t seriously injured from such a painful experience. However, as he stared at his right hand, he gasped as he saw that it was… paler. Instead of his tanned skin from having spent so much time working out in the hot Arizona sun, the hand had shifted to a color that was a pasty ghostly white. “Coach, what’s happening?” JJ asked, looking at the coach that was now deviously grinning. Did Coach poison me? What’s happening to my arm?

“I made it pretty obvious JJ, you’re joining the uniform department!” he said, a slight grin manifesting on his face that only added to JJ’s humiliation. What the hell could that mean? Watching as the bright white shade began to spread up his arms, he was in disbelief while observing the impossible occur. In awe, he stared as the thick hair that resided over his arms began to mesh with one another until it made a grid-like pattern. With that white color soon mixing in with this new change, it seriously looked as though his right arm was entirely made of fabric threaded using his hairy forearms. Holy shit, why does my arm look like fabric? Am I actually becoming a piece of clothing?!

“This isn’t what I thought you meant!” he cried out, staring in disbelief as he soon realized that he was actually transforming before his very own eyes. This soon became incredibly evident to the man as he could feel his body soon begin to shrink against the chair he was sitting in. Attempting to flee, JJ tried his best to spring up from the chair, but there was a newfound immobility that was beginning to run through his body. Unaware of the changes occurring throughout the rest of his body, the football player had no idea that his legs had lost their musculature and essentially became empty shells sans the thick pads that helped keep shape. Looking down at the legs he now possessed, he knew that there was no way that he’d be able to stand up. As the fabric mix of white and his leg hair continued to be created, he soon became aware of the fact that his legs were now completely dangling from the chair. It was truly clear to JJ Watt at this point: he was becoming a pair of football pants!

“Well, I guess you should have asked more questions then huh champ?” Kliff responded, his curt response being punctuated with a mad scientist style laugh that left JJ shivering.

“Why are you turning me into a pair of pants? Why couldn’t I just be some assistant while I recovered?” JJ inquired, desperate to know why the team had jumped to such extremes.

Sitting up from his chair, Kliff walked around his desk before leaning against the front of it. It was always amusing to watch his players undergo these changes, even more so when it was the bulky players such as JJ. Leaning his head down to the still-shrinking man, Kliff began to explain. “JJ, we’re desperate to be the best team we could possibly be. We had high hopes for this season, but since you had to showboat and get yourself taken out of commission for the year, we had to come up with something quick. Given that we had paid millions to secure you, we had extra initiative to make you useful to us in one way or another.” He said, looking down and staring at JJ’s changed form. By this point, the athlete’s arms had merged into his sides to provide the perfect shape for a set of hips to wear him. It was amusing to see the look of fear spread onto JJ’s face, especially as the bright red lining of the team’s colors emerged against the sides of what used to be his arms.

Despite JJ’s attempts at calling for help, the coach looked back up to stare into the man’s eyes as he continued to speak. “So, after reaching out and getting the assistance of our league connection Soul-Controller, he gave us the ability to make use of you. Although YOU may not be able to play this season, your agility and various other skills associated with the sport will continue to influence the team.” he said, looking over and chuckling as the look of shock and confusion spreads over JJ’s slowly devolving face.

By now, his eyebrows had evaporated from existence and his broad nose had shifted to become the roomier pouch for a teammate’s crotch, so all that remained of the human player was a pair of eyes and a set of lips. “Please stop-” the man groaned, his dry and hoarse voice finally giving out as he lost his ability to speak for the foreseeable future.

Paying this no mind, the coach had continued to divulge the magic that would be contained within the pair of pants that JJ Watt was quickly becoming. “You see, whoever wears you will suddenly gain the essence of JJ Watt’s football prowess until you’re taken off. While we were certainly upset to lose you on the defensive end of things, it’s going to work out extremely well for the offensive side. JJ Watt, you’re going to become Kyler’s new trusty pair of football pants!” the man said, a clear joy for taunting his former player that had become more fabric than human.

“While Kyler has been somewhat successful for the team, we have bigger aspirations for the kid. So, with your help for the rest of the season, we think that his skills will be boosted and help lead the Cardinals to more victories!” the coach said, completing his monologue as the final changes to JJ occurred. As the top of his head split apart to become a waistband of the new pair of pants, his eyes shifted to become an NFL logo on one side and a Nike symbol on the either. His lips shifted to the side and grew longer as they merged with the fabric to create a perfect zipper for Kyler to take the new JJ on and off.

With this change finishing up, the pair of pants lost any remaining air as they finally slumped and fell into the seat of the chair. Smirking, the coach grabbed onto JJ as he exited the office and made his way towards the locker room. Luckily, the transformation only took 5 minutes max, so the locker room remained completely empty. Heading over to Kyler’s locker, the coach quickly pulled out his regular pair of pants and threw the new JJ version into the room. Upon banging into the back of the metal locker, JJ’s fabric body shivered due to the cold sensation it emitted against his new form. “Thank you again for remaining an active member of the team JJ, I’ll turn you back at the end of the season!” Kliff said with a smile as he slammed the locker shut and sent the new version of JJ Watt into complete darkness.

Sitting there in the cold, JJ couldn’t believe what had happened to him. Not only was he tricked by his own coach, but now he was stuck as a fellow player’s football pants for the entire season! For what seemed like hours, JJ thought back to the situation at hand and scolded himself for not asking more questions. What would his wife think and what would the coach tell her as to where he went? However, just as he thought of this question, he overheard the office door of Kliff’s office once more and two voices began to continue speaking.

“Ok, Ryan, so you’ve got everything you need?” Kliff asked.

Promptly, the other man responded, saying “Yes Kliff, I have everything I need to become that Watt guy”.

“What the fuck!” JJ thought as he tried to put the puzzle pieces together. He knew that there was a Ryan in the coaching staff of the Cardinals, but the other voice speaking was talking much deeper than the man’s usual higher tone. Speaking of that voice, something about it seemed vaguely familiar despite the audio being slightly muffled due to the fact that JJ had no ears and was stuck in a locker. Suddenly it hit him, Ryan was now talking in the same deep voice that JJ had talked with for the past 32 years. His coach had gotten someone to take his place!

“Alright, sounds good man! Enjoy being stuck on bedrest all season!” Kliff said, which caused the new JJ Watt to eagerly say that it will be the perfect excuse to get JJ’s wife to join him for some fun. Upon the imposter finishing his joke, both men erupted into laughter that echoed through the empty locker room as they walked away and left JJ to stew in anger. He couldn’t believe that his coach had fucking sent someone to pretend to be him! The worst part was that he was unsure if his wife would even notice that anything was different.

After some more moments being stuck in the darkness, the locker room soon began to erupt into chatter that indicated that game day was finally getting started. Hearing the swinging of locker doors nearby opening, JJ cringed and felt uncomfortable thinking about Kyler being completely unaware that he was wearing his former teammate. This thought was soon interrupted though as the quarterback quickly ripped open the locker and pulled out the uniform within it.

Despite JJ’s original reservations about being manhandled by the quarterback, just a sliver of contact from the man had left JJ eager for more. He knew this was the effects of being a uniform rubbing off on him, but JJ was practically begging for more of that drug-like skin-to-skin contact. As Kyler finished changing into his jockstrap and jersey, JJ soon got his wish as he was pulled onto his new owner’s body and felt every inch of his empty body being filled with the man’s warm flesh. It was strange at first to know that he was being worn by a man, but all of that was pushed to the side as the immediate waves of intense pleasure rushed through JJ’s entire being.

While his mind could only compare the amount of pleasure to the thought of ten simultaneous orgasms rocking through every inch of his body, he knew that even that statement couldn’t compare to the indescribable feelings he was experiencing! It was as if he was undergoing an entirely brand new sexual discovery via his new identity as a pair of pants. Am I not as straight as I thought I was? Now wrapped around Kyler’s ass and thighs, JJ’s mind grew more demented as he fantasized about all of the ways Kyler look leave his mark on him. The thought of the man’s pre-cum leaking onto his fabric body after leading the team to victory was as much of a turn-on as the thought of being coated in the man’s sweat. Knowing the two extremes he could envisions in his mind, JJ quickly realized that he now had cravings that would surely never be fully satisfied. He was an eager piece of clothing, wanting nothing more than to experience every possible second of his new life wrapped around Kyler. While JJ was undergoing an entire identity shakeup, Kyler was none the wiser as he continued to get ready for the game and psych himself up for the upcoming game. After tying his cleats and now having his uniform complete, Kyler wasted no time rushing out onto the field to begin some warmups before kickoff.

For the next several hours, Kyler’s sweaty body was able to lead his team to a much-needed victory to start the season off on a high note. While he chalked up his impressive passes and play skills on a good night’s sleep and an intense training camp season, he was completely unaware that his success was due to the influence of JJ’s football knowledge.

Speaking of JJ, by the time the game had finished up, all of his few remaining fears about his new predicament had faded away. It felt incredible to be a piece of clothing, especially one belonging to an absolute hunk of a quarterback. JJ loved how his fabric body soaked up the man’s sweat and how great he felt wrapped around Kyler’s muscular legs and ass as he ran around the field and threw the ball to score touchdown after touchdown. After such an eventful and successful game, JJ’s disappointment and sadness was understandable as he was peeled off of Kyler’s ripe body and thrown in the team’s laundry basket to get washed. He mourned the loss of human contact and as he was thrown into the washer, he also mourned for the loss of the remnants of Kyler staining his body.

From just a few hours as a pair of pants, the former man had become incredibly dependent on his new owner, craving his sweat and movements. With each recurring game and spin cycle, JJ grew less worried about his former life as he gave into the new personality developing of that of a piece of clothing. Who cared about a wife when Kyler was his owner and gave him everything he could ever want? It was incredible to be a part of the offensive section of the team now, being at least partially responsible for the team’s continued success with each successful pass of Kyler’s. He guessed that his coach was right all along, he truly was an active part of the team now!

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Watching From The Sidelines

This story was inspired by a conversation I had with my great friend @mrcavanaughtf​.

For Trent Taylor and his wife Sarah, their recent nuptials in the previous year had led the seemingly perfect couple to shift into an incredibly rocky relationship. While the pandemic had allowed Trent and Sarah to spend more time together than ever before, it was a bit ironic that their problems emerged once the world started to seemingly go back to normal. In fact, it was their post-wedding photoshoot that was actually the last time that either of them could recall being truly happy with each other’s company.

While they certainly still had intense love and admiration for each other, the concept of life going back to normal after the pandemic had brought back a lot of stress for both individuals. Not only was Trent a wide receiver recently transferred to the Cincinnati Bengals, but Sarah had also earned a master’s degree to specialize in sports psychology. So, it wasn’t all that surprising that the couple weren’t always in the mood to get intimate with each other after such exhausting days.

As a result of these two intense careers, the couple often found themselves getting into fights over texts about who would do chores and cook dinner. Although Sarah was certainly willing and able to cook dinner and do the chores, she didn’t find it fair at all that Trent was able to get off scot-free from doing any house-related duties. The main factor of this was Trent’s upbringing, especially since it informed his way of thinking so severely. Despite being raised in a decent-sized city, the new husband’s deep Tennessee roots had been firmly ingrained into his adult life even after making the move to San Francisco and now Cincinnati.

Although there were some values that were great such as Trent’s chivalrous acts such as holding open doors, pulling her chair out at dinner, and even giving the jacket off of his back as they took a nighttime stroll, there were many that were quite annoying to the woman. While Sarah had known slightly about her husband’s reliance on gender roles as being a man of God, ever since she went back to work it had reached an all-time high in terms of being enforced on her. Trent was always annoyed by the fact that his wife was “too busy” or working late at work to the point where he would arrive home to an empty house with no chores done and no warm meal waiting for him.

As the primary breadwinner as a player for the NFL, Trent’s upbringing had taught him that these rules were widely acceptable, so he always found it quite irritating when his wife was quick to argue with him about it. Chalking it up to Sarah going to some “woke” feminist liberal arts college, Trent was relentless towards reinforcing those gender dynamics and trying to shape Sarah into the perfect housewife. Much of these gender dynamics involved the couple keeping up appearances at any social event as they plastered fake smiles on their faces and pretended to love and adore each other with every fibre of their being.

While she had attempted to put up a brave face during their arguments both at home and on the car ride back from those events, each consecutive meltdown had pushed Sarah closer to ending the marriage quickly and trying to find someone who wasn’t secretly hiding what a backwards-thinking man they truly were. As a result of her situation, Sarah found great solace in her weekly Friday night chats at some shady bars with a few friends. Given the fact that she was now the wife of a fairly well-known NFL player, the group had to do their best to adapt to her new lifestyle by keeping a low profile just to avoid any overbearing fans or paparazzi eager to get photos of her for the next day’s gossip blogs. Of course, despite Sarah’s precautions to prevent any bad press being spread about Trent, her husband still wasn’t the biggest fan of these late-night meetings. He was a naturally suspicious person, even more so as she would make dinner for Trent and leave before even eating any of her own meal. Plus, her clique consisted of a few women and a few gay men that she had befriended in college, which only further angered Trent. He was a Bible-loving man, so he couldn’t believe his wife would willingly associate with people who “chose” that type of anti-Christian lifestyle.

Despite Trent’s long list of issues with these meetings, Sarah persisted in going to them if not solely for the fact that it allowed her to fully rant about her marital issues with people she trusted. While the girls and guys were all in awe as she gave them the full scope of Trent’s personality, they were especially attentive to the backwards gender roles he was eager to enforce on the couple. “What the fuck, does he not realize it’s 2020 and not 1920?” one friend said, slamming her drink down on the table and allowing some of the liquid to slosh out of the glass and onto the table.

Given her friends’ clear annoyance about Trent’s behavior and under the influence of copious amounts of alcohol, Sarah soon found herself slurring her words as she complained aloud about Trent. “Every day, he expects me to work my ass off while he just gets to sit there and relax…” she growled, her angry rant being interrupted many times through the stumbling and slurring of her words. Nevertheless, she continued to complain about her husband, hoping to reach some form of catharsis. “You know, I just wish that he would for once have to see what it’s like to have all of those expectations put on him instead!” she continued, her voice oozing anger and disgust while her breath exuded whiskey.

With their drinking making the group carefree and eager to agree with anything, all of Sarah’s friends immediately nodded their heads and recited the same sentiment about wishing for Trent to experience all of Sarah’s expectations. Even without the influence of alcohol, the friends all adored her and wished the best for her, so it wasn’t a shock for them to say the phrases with intense conviction. With Sarah now on her friends’ side in terms of Trent, the friends had allowed the already-crumbling walls of their reservations to finally fall away as they now openly expressed any problem they had with the football star. While it was a sweet moment to have such a heart-to-heart with all of her friends, Sarah had no way of knowing that the repetition of the wish over 5 times had actually activated her emotional plea.

For the next few hours, the group of friends’ continued to drink themselves into a drunken stupor that eventually left their wallets empty of cash. Not wanting to dip into their savings for a simple night out, the group of friends eventually began to part ways, stumbling out of the bar and into their corresponding Lyfts. Once she was home and had made sure that the rest of her friends had made it back to their residences, Sarah soon made her way into the bedroom and slipped into a black silk negligee. With great relief she discovered that her husband was snoring away, safely tucked away in a deep slumber. Given her alcohol-enhanced state, she wasn’t in the mood to fight and argue with her husband. As such, Sarah was free to climb under the covers and slip into her own peaceful sleep without issue, the exhaustion of her night out finally catching up to her.

* * * * *

Trent wasn’t just having one of the best nights of sleep in recent memory, he was also enjoying a dream where his impressive feats on the football field had led the Cincinnati Bengals all the way to the Super Bowl. Unfortunately, it was a good mood that he feared wouldn’t last into the waking hours. Although he loved his wife and liked sleeping next to a warm body, the fights and arguments the couple often had caused Trent to feel a lot of resentment. He didn’t ask for much, he just wanted a wife willing to do chores and cook him dinner. But even though he asked for so little, his wife had felt that it was a large ask of her to do so. Instead of peaceful nights of fucking senselessly and falling into a deep slumber after wearing themselves out, the couple soon found themselves silent in bed as they scrolled through their phones and tried to remain as distant as possible. So given the fact that she had spent the entire night out, Trent was actually happy to have the place by himself (despite the fact that he absolutely loathed the people she associated with).

But just as the wide receiver was about to score the game-winning touchdown for the Bengals, Trent soon found himself pulled out of the dream as he felt a sudden pain against his left cheek. Jolting his eyes open in shock, he could clearly tell now that he had seemingly been slapped by the figure standing in front of him. As he tried to focus his vision on the subject and wipe the sleep out of his eyes, his eyes grew wide at the sight before him. Standing before him was a 5’8” hunk of a man: it was his own shirtless body! Not only was it his own physique looking down at him, but Trent could tell that the current occupant was visibly pissed off based on their body language of having their arms crossed right below his hairy pectorals and the clear look of disdain showcased on his face.

“What the fuck!” Trent cried out, his mind in such complete disbelief that he didn’t even notice the lighter feminine voice coming out of his mouth. He couldn’t believe it, but no matter how much he rubbed his eyes, the vision remained the same.

“Get the fuck up babe, you’ve got work to do!” his doppelganger demanded, chuckling as he continued to give off an intimidating look.

Turning to the side, Trent was stunned to find that his wife was nowhere to be seen. As he flipped his head to the side, the man soon found his vision obscured with a cascade of blonde hair falling in front of his face. With the pieces beginning to fall into place in his mind, Trent looked down and screamed in a tone that could rival a final girl in a horror flick. Instead of his exposed hairy shirtless body, his vision was met with the sight of a black flowing fabric running across his body. But as he stared at a small yet noticeable pair of breasts bulging against the fabric, it fully confirmed the impossible in Trent’s head. “Sarah, is that you?” he said, finally noticing the tone of his wife’s voice now coming out of his mouth.

A thundering chuckle burst out of his doppelganger’s lips. “Yes, it’s me. Now get up and get ready to finally do some of the work you keep telling me is the wife’s job,” Sarah growled, turning to the side and pulling out a broom and dustpan that she then held out to her husband. As Trent awkwardly turned to the side of the bed and got onto his feet, he felt incredibly disoriented by the weird sensations that he now felt. He felt smaller - weaker - and that both terrified him and pissed him off.

With this rage quickly building inside him, Trent wasted no time getting closer to his wife in an attempt to intimidate her. “Sarah, I don’t know how you fucking did this, but give me my goddamn body back now,” he cried out, his voice displaying a highly emotional mix of despair and anger. While he had tried his best to intimidate his wife and get her to follow his rules, the booming laugh escaping from her mouth proved that it only had the opposite effect.

“Aw, poor little Trent not getting what he wants, what a shame…” she teased, chuckling as she soon began to walk around her husband like a shark circling its prey. “You think I ever got my way in this marriage?” she inquired, which caused Trent’s usual tantrum of pursing his lips and crossing his arms to now make him appear like an entitled woman having a tantrum. “I think it’s time that you’re taught a lesson in respect and understanding, and I’m eager to give it to you. Maybe a few days in my body will be just what you need to lighten up and stop being such a prick!”

“Fuck no, I want my body back now you crazy bitch! I’m the man of this house and I deserve some GODDAMN respect!” he cried out, his voice furthering the impression of an entitled woman having a meltdown.

“But babe, you’re not a man anymore… I am Trent Taylor now. You’re just Sarah, my stubborn wife unwilling to do your role in this marriage,” Sarah stated, the cockiness quickly manifesting on her new lips as they curled into a devilish grin accessorized with an impressive mustache. “But don’t you worry babe, unlike you, I’m actually going to get my way this time. If you ever want your body back, you’re going to become the perfect little housewife. So, how about you get started and clean up this pigsty of a house!” she concluded, her face now beaming in the same cockiness and entitlement that Trent used to display. Approaching her husband, Sarah quickly dropped the broom into Trent’s dainty hands and sent him on his way to start cleaning.

Even though Trent was disgusted by being a woman, the concept of never earning his body back was a risk he was unwilling to take. He’d go along with his wife’s little plan to earn back her trust, but he certainly wouldn’t accept or enjoy any aspect of his new situation. As soon as he was back in his rightful body, divorce papers would be filed and he would be away from this psycho body stealer.

As he began to sweep the bedroom, he couldn’t help but spare a number of glances over to where his wife stood, with burly arms folded across that powerful chest and eyes narrowed as she monitored him like a drill sergeant. It was all so demeaning! Plus, to make matters worse, he was forced to deal with his wife’s constant taunts via snide comments about his performance and whistling due to the way his new supple feminine ass was shown off any time he bent down no matter the angle. There were so many emotions contained within his body that he was eager to express, but for his own pride and attempts to seem like a strong tough man, he proceeded through the sweeping until it was up to snuff according to his asshole of a wife.

With Trent working around the bedroom still, Sarah was clearly eager to explain how their bodies had swapped and what it would have to take to get his own back. “Given that you wanted to put all of your sexist demands on my shoulders, I figured you should get a chance to see what it’s like for yourself,” the newly gender-swapped Sarah said. It was strange as hell for Trent to hear his own voice gleefully tell him how it happened, which only furthered his discomfort and fear towards the situation. “So my dear, you’re going to become the perfect trophy wife. You’re going to conform to all of the rules I assign and do every task I tell you to do, and if you either fail to do a good job or actively try to resist, I’ll make sure you’re stuck in that body a little bit longer…” Sarah said, her voice drawing out the last part of her sentence just to cause Trent to grow more and more anxious about the situation at hand.

Of course, Trent desperately agreed to Sarah’s deal, but he was in no means happy about the situation. The thought of having his body and masculinity held hostage by his wife was already a nightmare, but having to become a submissive wife too? This was Trent Taylor’s personal hell and Sarah knew that. Upon agreeing to the terms and shaking hands, Trent was shocked by both the strength of his former hands and the daintiness of his new ones. But before he could think about the concept much further, Sarah quickly ushered him back into work as she followed him around the house.

After making sure that he did a decent job in a few more rooms, Trent was shocked to find that his wife quickly disappeared into the bedroom and locked the door. Although he desperately wanted to snoop and see what she was doing, he figured that getting caught snooping so soon would only worsen his situation. He had no idea how she had made this happen, but the thought that she did it and loved every second of it made her absolutely terrifying in his eyes. What else could she be capable of?

Before too long, Trent had moved along to the next item of his list assigned by Sarah: mopping the floor of the kitchen. Upon filling up a tub of water that he thought was a close enough mix of soap to water, he struggled to carry the weight given his smaller build. It was a shame to lose all of his muscles, but especially shameful when he could barely carry a bucket of water that he could have done easily in his old body. Dipping the mop into the solution and wringing it out slightly, he began to mop the floor to the best of his ability.

Hearing the door of their bedroom open, Trent ducked his head down the hallway to watch his wife walking down the hall. But instead of seeing his body in only the pair of shorts he had fallen asleep in, Trent Taylor’s body was decked out in an old windbreaker and pair of sweatpants from his days of playing for the 49ers, with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

“Wha- Where are you going?” Trent said, his voice showcasing his nervousness. Entering the living room, Sarah quickly dropped the bag down onto the floor with a thunderous thud while eerily glaring at her former body.

“I’m going to practice, Bengals always have practice on Saturday morning…” she said with an annoyed tone. “You would think that you would remember this since you’ve been playing football for years now…” she continued, rolling her eyes as Trent continued to stare in disbelief.

“No, you can’t go. You’ll embarrass me in front of everyone!” he gasped, the thought of his wife fumbling every possible catch and ruining every drill rapidly running in his head.

“I’ll be fine. Get back to work or I’ll extend my stay in your body,” she warned, which caused Trent to quickly rush back to the kitchen and start mopping. Seeing her husband mop the floor wasn’t enough, she wanted to make it worse on him. “No, that’s not going to do. That’s way too simple for someone as cocky as you,” she said as she made her way over the sink and opened the cupboard underneath. After rummaging around for a moment, she quickly grabbed an item and slammed the doors shut.

Walking back over to Trent, she had him reach out his hand and she quickly dropped the item into his hand. “Get on your hands and knees and wash the floor with that!” she chuckled, returning to pick up her bag and turning back to face the man. “C’mon, get to work… or else,” she warned, which caused Trent to swallow his pride and just comply.

As he groaned and got onto his knees, Trent began to dip the sponge offered to him into the water and started scrubbing the floor with it. Hearing the laughter behind him as his wife stared at her own body washing the floor was an easy way to infuriate the man. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, and he definitely wanted to throw things around. But his mental rule of always appearing to be a perfect man forced him to conceal those feelings… at least until he was alone.

After a few minutes of watching her husband do simple yet embarrassing tasks, Sarah checked the clock and realized she had to go. “Ok, well, get everything done on the list and prepare dinner for when I’m home from practice. Otherwise, you’ll have plenty more time to get used to being my wife,” she stated with her hands on her hips, giving a cocky grin to her husband before exiting and going to live the life of Trent Taylor.

With his wife now out of the door, Trent allowed those feelings to flood his body and find release in any way possible. Through clenched fists and gritted teeth, the man began to wail and express his sadness in the situation. It wasn’t fair that he would be punished for being a husband just wanting a traditional wife. Traditions were there for a reason, it was beneficial to society! But apparently, his wife hadn’t agreed and found a way to teach him an extreme lesson about her hatred of his perspective. While he had gotten the message loud and clear upon staring down at his new tits and from doing a simple task of sweeping a dirty floor, he knew that this wouldn’t be enough for his bitter wife.

For the next few hours, Trent did his assigned chores around the house until all that was left was to clean their master bathroom. Upon entering the room and flicking on the light, Trent was both aroused and disgusted by the reflection he saw. Given the fact that he was now in his wife’s body, he was still turned on but incredibly annoyed by the fact that he was the one now operating it. He missed his scruffy facial hair, buff chest, and swollen biceps, especially since it was replaced with a set of tits, a hairless form, and two small frail arms with freshly manicured hands. While staring in the mirror, Trent slowly slipped himself out of the outfit and stared at the naked body he had spent many years admiring while fucking it. Looking down and seeing a crotch devoid of his thick cock was a nightmare, but he couldn’t deny the slight tingle of pleasure that ran through his body as his fingers grazed the outer edges of his new vagina. Fuck, this is going to become a problem isn’t it, he thought as he couldn’t help but run his fingers around the edges once more.

While the thought of having a vagina initially grossed Trent out to extreme levels, he couldn’t resist wanting to test out a woman’s orgasm. If anything, he had hoped that it could possibly help him become a better lover once they swapped back since he would get first-hand experience in learning what a female body likes. But as he remembered the rules of this swap, he stopped himself from rummaging around his wife’s drawer of sex toys. Getting back to business, Trent returned to cleaning up the messy toilet stained from his early morning trips to the bathroom where he often missed the stool entirely while in his dazed state. He felt absolutely humiliated as he got down on his hands and knees to scrub every inch of the toilet bowl, which only angered him further as he realized that this was just what his wife was wanting...

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In almost seven years of studying at university, I have tried to change my life a few times. Although I lost some weight I’m still a little thicker at the midsection. I am slowly getting along with going to the gym, but there is still a lot to do. But I never managed to achieve my dream of getting the Viking look, fit, tall and with long hair and a beard.

Is there any way I could make it after all?

The Ultimate Viking

Reading this request, I totally understand how you feel. Before I was able to tap into these magical abilities, I myself struggled with problems of not appearing how I wanted to look. It’s always a cruel realization when you finally understand that no matter how much money or time you spend working out will help you achieve your dreams. But luckily for yourself, I relate to your issues on such a deeply personal level that I’m incredibly eager to help you out. After finally finding the perfect avenue in which to facilitate your changes, I quickly cast my spell to help turn you into the ultimate Viking…

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Upon hearing a knock on his apartment door, Lucas gets up from his computer and heads over to see who was outside of his residence. Opening the door, Lucas was greeted by an over-eager delivery man who immediately shoved a package into his average arms and handed him a device to sign for said package. Lucas could tell that the man clearly had his head focused on the remaining deliveries for the day because the driver had already sprinted back to his truck before Lucas could even thank the man for dropping off the package.

While Lucas had certainly been going a bit crazy on some online purchases, there was no way that any of those packages could have arrived already. But as Lucas leaned in and examined the label, he soon became both excited and confused about the fact that his Halloween costume had arrived miraculously early! He had quite literally just ordered it the night prior, so Lucas was rightfully shocked that the package was already at his home. Eagerly shutting the door, Lucas scampered across the room giddily and grabbed a pair of scissors to open the box. If he wasn’t going to be able to become a Viking like he dreamed of, at least he could be the most famous Viking (the superhero Thor) for one night!

Although Lucas hadn’t heard of SCcostumes.com before ordering this costume, the bargain that they had on this specific Thor costume was too great for the man to pass up. Plus, Lucas was willing to take the risk because if it was a low quality outfit, he could always return it and get a refund to get a costume from a more reliable retailer! But as Lucas used the scissors to open the box and quickly pulled out its contents, the slightly chubby man became immediately excited about just how well-made the costume looked. It seemed like an exact replica of the Thor costume he had seen in the movies!

Given the fact that he was the only one in the apartment, Lucas’ eagerness to test out the costume was too much to resist. Setting the costume down for a second, the man wasted no time stripping out of his clothes until he was in his underwear and walking towards a mirror hanging on the wall of the living room. On the journey across the room, Lucas rolled his eyes as he had to navigate around his older brother’s strewn about clothes and textbooks. The man was quite the slob, choosing to spend most of his time devoted to the gym rather than at home. Then, when he was at home, he was often refusing to clean up after himself or taunting his younger brother for his feeble attempts at being as buff as him.

But as he finally reached the mirror and looked up to stare at his reflection, Lucas frowned as he realized the awful fact that his brother was right. While he had made his best attempts at adopting a consistent gym routine and had done a good job of completing the required four workouts a week, there seemed to be no way for him to get rid of the spare tire wrapped around his stomach. With this nuisance along with his inability to gain any real muscle mass, Lucas was rightfully upset with the disconnect between his mind and body. Even though his mind wanted nothing more than to be a buff blonde Viking-like man, his body was dead set on keeping him as a more average-looking nerd that had clearly been unable to get rid of the Freshman 15 in college.

Before this sadness turned into full-blown anger and rage, Lucas turned away from the mirror as he began to prepare the costume for being worn. After tossing the plastic replica prop of Thor’s hammer Mjölnir to the side along with a fairly processed cheap-looking blond wig, Lucas grabbed onto the costume and began to inspect it. It was an incredible surprise to feel not only the insane heft of the costume, but also the sensation of cold metal on his hands and the silky smooth red cape hanging from the back of the costume. While they had clearly skimmed production costs for the hammer and wig, Lucas couldn’t be too upset about it given just how realistic the costume looked and felt.

After curiously exploring the costume, Lucas soon found a zipper hidden underneath the billowing red cape and began to pull it down to open up the costume. With his body shivering in intense anticipation about slipping into the costume, the man wasted no time slipping his two legs completely into the costume until they were completely snug (or as snug as they could be). The costume was listed as a one size fits all type of costume, but even from just his legs, Lucas could tell that the costume had extra space meant for beefy thick thighs rather than his average weak legs. This sense of looseness continued as Lucas moved forward with pulling the costume further up his body. The torso of the costume had even more room included to allow for a more muscular frame to seamlessly fit into it. As a result, the man’s slight gut was concealed by the loose fabric and his chest appeared to be rather malnourished due to how the metal front torso was sagging and drooping due to no muscle to keep it in place. Along with this, the sleeves of the costume were constantly sliding up his arms due to the fact that his forearms were not wide enough to keep the fabric in place. But despite all of the clear signs that the costume was just not meant for Lucas to wear, he remained incredibly hopeful that having the costume fully zipped up would help remedy some of the looseness. So, after a brief struggle of reaching behind his back for the zipper, Lucas was finally able to tug it upwards and seal himself into the costume.

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Heading into the floor-length mirror in his living room, Lucas couldn’t help but feel ridiculous by just how poorly the outfit looked on him. While the material itself was fine and it was clearly a details-accurate costume, it looked incredibly awkward and ill-fitting on his thicker body. Given that the suit was clearly meant for men with an average to buff physique, there was a real disconnect with how the suit wanted Lucas to feel and how he actually felt while looking back at himself in the mirror. As a result, the man’s hope was quickly fading away that he could ever achieve his dream of looking like a hunky Viking.

After grabbing the plastic bag and pulling the synthetic blond wig out of its packaging, the man’s few remaining shreds of optimism were hopeful that putting on the wig could maybe help him feel better about his costume as Thor. But as he threw it on over his shorter hairstyle, he immediately knew that he would look ridiculous in it. After he moved back into the mirror to stare at himself, his assumptions were proven to be true based on just how ill-fitting it was on his head. The hair lacked much volume, so the extremely shiny processed hair looked incredibly depressed as it cascaded down his head with no real definition. Seeing himself in the suit and the blond wig was a real depressing sight for Lucas as it only confirmed what his body and friends had told him all along: he wasn’t a good candidate to be a Viking!

Incredibly upset and desperate to just put aside this fantasy for his own mental well-being, Lucas headed back over to the empty box and searched for a return label. Upon finding one, his scattered mind began to locate all of the remaining pieces of the costume. With the wig still on his head and the costume barely staying onto his slightly flabby body, the man had little to search for besides trying to find where he put the hammer. After finally locating it on the couch nearby, the man approached it and began to lean down to grab it to put it back in the box. But as Lucas latched onto the hammer and lifted it off the couch, a large static shock rocked through his entire arm. Due to the shock of the electrical charge, Lucas immediately dropped the hammer and gasped as the hammer crashed onto the floor with a heavy thud. Unsure of why it would make such a noise, he leaned down to grab it and gasped as it suddenly had an insane heft to it. This was certainly no plastic hammer anymore!

“What the hell?” Lucas said, a look of absolute confusion manifesting onto his face as he tried to figure out how a plastic hammer suddenly seemed like it weighed at least a ton. Leaning down once again, the man attempted to pull the hammer up off of the ground. But just as Lucas’ fingers grazed the handle, the man’s body was suddenly overcome by a series of electrical jolts.

Yelping in pain, Lucas was absolutely stunned at just how painful the shock was. Gritting his teeth was the only option he could do as he groaned due to the intense electrical volts rattling every inch of his body until it became too much to handle. It was unlike any sort of pain he had ever experienced in his life, but just as it was reaching a level where he could pass out from the pain, the shocks suddenly stopped. But as the man looked down to try and figure out what was going on with his body and that freaky hammer, Lucas could only watch in disbelief as something absolutely miraculous occurred.

To Lucas’ absolute disbelief, his arms were strangely pulsating and tensing up on their own accord from beneath the fabric. Not only that, but as he continued to look down and observe his arms, he immediately began to notice that muscle was somehow appearing onto his arms and causing the fabric to grow more taut over his limbs. With biceps that were already at the size of softballs, Lucas was quite understandably shocked. “What the actual fuck is happening to me?” he cried out, his light and somewhat nasally tone growing even higher due to his shock.

Flipping his arms so they were palm-side up, Lucas moved one hand towards the other and began to feel the growth spreading through the limbs. His thin forearms were widening out and stretching against the fabric of the suit, but despite feeling like the fabric would surely be close to ripping, it gave no indication whatsoever of it happening. By the time Lucas was able to calm down and verify the integrity and strength of the costume, his biceps were now comparable to the size of the 35 lbs kettlebells he once used during his pitiful attempts at getting the buff physique that was magically appearing on his body.

But as he continued to twist his head and understand the changes that were progressing on his body, he soon began to grow annoyed by the blond locks that were constantly falling into his face and covering up the continued growth that was beginning to occur on his shoulders and chest. So, in his attempt to try and get a better view of the muscle growth, Lucas decided the best course of action would be to just remove the wig entirely. After grasping onto a clump of hair near the top of his scalp, Lucas gave it a solid tug - and ended up screaming out in pain!

“Holy fuck”, Lucas cried out, unsure of what was going on. Even though it was a fake wig that wasn’t even pinned down to his head, there was intense pain that made it feel as if the hair was really a part of him. Was the inner wig cap coated in some sort of adhesive to keep it stuck to my head, Lucas thought to himself as he tried to do some lighter tugs across his head. While he was attempting to still get the shitty wig off of his head, Lucas was completely oblivious of the fact that his voice was growing deeper and gaining and gaining a weird accent that wasn’t quite identifiable.

However, after trying and failing to take it off after a solid 6 attempts, Lucas stopped due to his inability to handle any further pain on his head. Not wanting to risk hurting his head, the man quickly moved away from the living room and made his way to the full-length mirror that was hanging in the front entryway of his residence. Throughout the short few steps to the mirror, Lucas could immediately tell that the costume was fitting differently on his body. While his arms were clearly perfectly fitting into the sleeves of the costume now, it seemed as though more changes were occurring to his body to help make the costume not so ill-fitting. For example, Lucas could feel that his chest was heftier and even slightly bouncing with each footfall that he took.

So, by the time Lucas had finally reached the mirror and looked into his reflection, he was not surprised to see how the changes were progressing. Lifting up his arms to observe the changes that had occurred, it was clear that he was gaining a physique worthy of the best bodybuilders in the world. The fabric was skin-tight against his thick forearms and near the point of straining when Lucas tried his best to flex those solid new biceps his body had sprouted.

Leaning into the mirror to get a better look though, Lucas’ face began to drop slightly as he watched something strange occurring to his face. With each passing second, his features were clearly shifting and evolving into something more fitting of a hulking masculine stud. His jawline was becoming more pronounced, even when watching intense stubble press out against his face to create a rugged-like appearance. While he was certainly excited about the muscle growth occurring to himself, the concept of watching his face completely change into someone else wasn’t too appealing to the man. Even though he was fairly unhappy with how he looked, there was an intense fear of losing a sense of identity that Lucas wasn’t willing to undergo. As a result, the man knew he had to stop the changes from going further.

“Fuck this and fuck this costume!” Lucas angrily stated, which had finally caused the man to grow aware of the new deep and slightly accented voice coming out of his mouth. It was clearly the voice befitting of the new identity he was gaining, but he felt incredibly awkward having it come out of his mouth (even if it was making his cock rock hard). Trying his best, Lucas tried to reach around and pull down the zipper so he could get the costume off and hopefully stop the changes from continuing. But as he continued to flail his arms around and try to tug on the zipper dangling right below his neck, he soon found himself having a bit of a struggle. Those intense and bulky biceps he had been so enamored by were now betraying him, as the width of the muscles interfered with his range of motion to the point where he could only feel the zipper for a few seconds before having to move his arms to avoid any pain. To add to this pain, the man also found himself constantly getting static shocks to his fingers every time the digits even grazed the cold metal zipper.

Grunting and groaning still, the man was relentless in his mission for a few more minutes while only being able to get the zipper down a few inches before giving up. But while he was too busy fiddling with that zipper, he was completely unaware of the changes continuing down his body. With his chest now sporting a pectoral shelf that naturally indicated a sense of pride, his soft gut had little reason to stick around for much longer. In an instant, the flab quickly melted away from his frame as prominent abdominal muscles popped into place with each twist Lucas made while trying to grab the zipper.

After trying for several more minutes, Lucas found himself eventually tuckering himself out and giving up on his quest to remove the costume. With the changes seemingly progressing down his body, he just hoped that he would be able to take the costume off and watch the changes regress to where he went back to his old appearance. Now focused on just riding the changes out, Lucas went back towards looking in the mirror to see how he looked now.

While his upper body had clearly changed to give him a wider and buffer physique, the biggest issue he still had was looking at his face. By this point, his face had completely changed to become the embodiment of the hunkiest Viking that Lucas had ever seen. Although he certainly didn’t mind the more angular features and the perfect facial hair, the alteration of his nose shape and eye color (which was now one blue eye and one brown eye) was still off-putting for Lucas to observe. Putting his attention back on the blond wig he had put on, the man soon found himself shocked to see that the hair now looked incredibly natural to the point where any outside observer would obviously think that the luscious mane of hair was something he grew himself. In amazement, he ran his wider and callused hands through the hair, noting just how thicker and more healthy it looked now.

After being impressed by such a realistic change to his hair, Lucas’ desire to look like a Viking had caused him to temporarily put aside his issues with the face change and temporarily embrace the new body he was being given. “My, what a hunk you are,” he said into the mirror, smirking as the hunky reflection mimicked the same behavior. It was strange to hear the altered voice in both accent and tone, but the voice that now represented regality and dominance was an absolute turn-on for the man.

With a few attempts of trying out his new voice under his belt, Lucas’ attention soon shifted towards his lower torso as the tightening of fabric against his growing body caused him to immediately check up on himself. Chuckling to himself as he ran his hands along his thighs, he was impressed to see just how big they had grown while he wasn’t looking. His quads were incredibly thick and meaty, growing to the point where they were in the same boat as his arms in terms of just barely being able to remain contained in the costume. This factor was incredibly shocking to Lucas, especially as he remembered just how loose and pathetic his legs used to look before the changes started.

Turning his legs to the side, the man could clearly see the impressive calves he now possessed that would easily help him complete a marathon if he ever decided to run one. While there wasn’t much he could say about those muscles, the sudden cramping and cracking of his feet were indications to the man that the final changes were occurring. Given the fact that his shoe size was on the smaller side, it had once been a struggle to walk around in the boots of the costume clearly meant for wider and longer feet. But as he continued to move his toes and feel his way around in the boot, it soon became clear that his feet had undergone some changes as well to make his feet a perfect fit for the boots.

Now that his feet had changed and the transformation was clearly completed, Lucas immediately jumped back into getting the costume off of his body. With the changes now finished, Lucas’ franticness and anxiety had tapered off so he was able to better navigate his bulky arms to get the zipper down. Even though the static shocks continued with each tug of the zipper, Lucas remained headstrong to the point where he was finally able to pull it completely down and pull his arms out of the costume.

As the costume slumped and hung from his waist, Lucas finally got the see his shirtless body and see how his physique looked now. Understandably, as he looked down at his body, Lucas’ sculpted face widened as his jaw dropped. Everything about him now was absolutely gorgeous! With impressive veiny biceps that were intimidating even when not in a flex position, he felt so confident to the point where he wanted to get to a gym as soon as possible to test out his new physique. His pectorals were just as jaw-dropping as he inspected, especially as he was able to tense up the muscle and cause them to pop up and down, which elicited a chuckle from the man. Running his hands along his lower stomach, it was incredible for Lucas to see his gut completely gone and replaced with something that indicated such core strength and power.

With intense eagerness, Lucas was understandably giddy as he continued to pull the costume down below his waist until it slumped onto the floor. As he pulled his feet out of the costume and now found himself nearly naked, Lucas no longer felt ashamed of his body. No, instead of shame, he felt incredibly hunky and irresistible in a way he had never felt before. Sure, his legs were incredibly powerful, but all of the man’s attention immediately shifted to the shredded up underwear he was wearing. Looking down at the sight, it was obviously clear that the changes had affected every inch of his body.

With a coy expression on his face as he looked into the mirror, Lucas pulled down the remaining piece of fabric on his body and watched as a thicker and longer cock flopped into view. Oh yeah, I’m going to be absolutely irresistible to any man or woman, Lucas thought to himself as he chuckled to himself and grasped onto the thick tube of meat hanging between his legs. This chuckling continued for Lucas as he giddy began to think about fucking some horny bottom with his new appendage. While he clearly knew that the sound of his dick slapping against a bubble butt wasn’t what they meant by “God of Thunder”, he couldn’t deny that he was desperate to give the nickname for one of his longest childhood crushes a brand new meaning…

But even though the intense masculine hormones flooding his mind had made him desperate to jerk himself off, a quick look at the clock told Lucas that his friend was coming over to visit him in 15 minutes! So, Lucas quickly headed off to his muscular older brother’s bedroom to try and find some clothes that would fit better on his new frame than the smaller nerdy shirts Lucas had in his closet.

After rummaging around for a few minutes, Lucas was finally able to find a tank top and a pair of jeans that would clearly cover up his buff new body for the time being. He certainly had no idea how he was going to explain his brand new appearance to his friend, he figured that having some clothes on would hopefully help it go smoother. Due to this, he was both nervous and confused as to why the changes weren’t reverting now that he removed the costume from his body. How would he explain his new appearance and most importantly, who would believe him? It wasn’t like the concept of costumes turning people into ideal versions of said characters was a common occurrence!

With some spare time though before needing to worry about the arrival of his friend, Lucas turned back towards the mirror and began to observe himself once more. To his surprise, the clothing that clung to every inch of his muscular new frame had actually made him look bigger. His pecs were really sitting on his chest and jutting out to make their presence known against the already-tight tank top, which had Lucas feeling quite turned on. Hell, this experience was so erotic for the man that he was even beginning to come around to the new visage he had. This was especially obvious as he began to look into the mirror and give smoldering glares and heroic expressions.

Wanting to fully complete the visual of looking like Thor though, Lucas quickly turned away from the mirror as he went off to search for Mjölnir. I mean, who was Thor without his mighty hammer, Lucas thought to himself as he made his way towards the hammer that was sitting straight up on the living room floor. Eager to show off his strength to himself, the man rubbed his hands together before leaning down and grasping the hammer in his right hand.

While he could clearly feel the heft of the hammer, the strength he now possessed gave him the ability to at least lift the hammer off the ground by a few inches. However, before he could pull it further up, Lucas suddenly gasped in shock as an electric charge manifested again, but this time with the thick, hefty hammer rather than a simple costume zipper. Due to the increased metal, the shock was now incredibly excruciating for the man to endure. Before he could even attempt to let go of the hammer, his eyes rolled back into his head as his bulky body collapsed onto the ground and he grew unconscious. Now slumped all over the floor, the power of the costume was now able to go into full effect as Lucas’ mind was rewritten to better equip the man to handle the identity he had purchased…

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Groaning, the gorgeous and beefy man finally began to come to as he stretched out his limbs. As his eyelids parted and he began to look around, the man began to grow confused and question everything. Running through his mind were three main questions: where was he, what was he doing there, and most importantly, who was he?

While grunting and pulling himself up to his feet, the man finally began to answer one of these questions aloud. “What kind of question is that? I am Thor, Son of Odin, God of Thunder and one of the Avengers!” he said, smiling as he spoke upon hearing his dry voice quickly gaining its power and natural tone back. Even though he knew that answer, he wasn’t entirely too sure about the answers for the other two questions. Last he remembered, he was traveling with the Guardians of the Galaxy to explore space and find a new home for his fellow Asgardians. But now, he was clearly in some kitschy Earth home that made him grimace as he took in all of the décor. Even the rust bucket of a ship he had once been on was more inviting than this drab home!

As a result, the superhero found himself desperate to get out of there and return to his new home in space (at least until the Avengers contacted him for another mission). Grasping onto his hammer, Thor quickly began to make his way out of his house and towards the front yard while scolding himself for letting himself get lost yet again. He thought that being an eternal god of infinite galaxies would have allowed him to have a good sense of direction, but clearly he was quite mistaken!

But as soon as he made his way out of the house, he soon found himself bombarded with fans who were desperate to get a photo with him or get his autograph. After doing a few of these, the man stated that the universe needed saving and that he needed to leave immediately. Given Earth’s most recent issue with Thanos, the humans wasted no time parting the crowd to allow the superhero to head off to save them from what they assumed to be imminent danger.

With haste, Thor began to spin Mjölnir countless times while building up enough momentum to slingshot him into space. After enough time, the man smiled as the hammer propelled him through the air and through the stratosphere. As he floated through space towards the last place he remembered the Guardians to be, he couldn’t help but think back to some of the humans he had encountered. While there were certainly a varied amount of costumes, he couldn’t help but notice the few individuals that were dressed up to look like him. Chuckling to himself as he continued to glide through space, he couldn’t deny that he found their attempts quite admirable. Unfortunately for them though, there could only be one Thor and that position was already filled! It was a lot of responsibility to save the universe from constant doom, but it was something he found great pride in doing. Every single injury he received was worth it to help keep the galaxy (and his on-and-off-again girlfriend Jane Foster) safe. It was all in a day’s work for the most powerful Avenger!

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October Status & Follower Update

Hey there everyone,

I just crossed the 1,600 follower mark so I just wanted to take a moment away from my sea of Google Docs to thank you once again for all of the support over these past few months. It’s crazy to think my community has grown this much in less than a year, but I’m eternally thankful for all of you!

To give you all an update on my school situation, I’ve been able to get a good chunk of my assignments done so I think I’ll be able to get back to posting starting this Friday! Given that it’s my favorite holiday this month (Halloween), I’ll be doing a mix of normal transformations and shorter request stories this month along with some stories that lean more into the realm of horror stories. Don’t worry though, these stories will definitely still have obvious transformation themes (but with spooky twists)!

If you’re not following my Twitter, I highly recommend you join it so you can hear first about the status of my writing progress along with getting some teases for some new stories. There’s also a possibility that I may start creating captions to share on there... So yeah, if you’re not following it, you should click here and get all of the exclusive news!

Despite having the setback of college assignments, I’m still incredibly excited to get these stories written and available for you all to read this month. Here’s to another great month of content!

This gif may be a hint about the subject of an upcoming story...

Shifting Summer: Acceptance

For Thomas, he had loved his relationship of three years with his boyfriend Eric, but there was a catch. Despite having a healthy relationship and an incredibly active sex life, there was always one aspect of his relationship that caused stress in his life: Eric’s family. No matter how hard he tried, Thomas had always struggled to fit in with his boyfriend’s family. He wasn’t sure if it was due to them still being uncomfortable with their boyfriend’s sexuality or the fact that his pale complexion stuck out like a sore thumb in his boyfriend’s highly-melanated family, but it constantly made him spiral and search for answers. Despite Eric saying that his family loves him but just hadn’t been able to fully get to know him yet, there was still a part of Thomas that viewed his boyfriend’s statement as just trying to save face and give his family the benefit of the doubt.

With the family’s annual Labor Day cookout looming in the horizon, Thomas was beginning to stress out once more. He knew it was dumb, but given that summer was ending and he was about to be busy going back to graduate school and being a TA, he knew that his availability to interact with them was severely limited and he wanted to make a great impression for once. As the couple began to head to bed the night prior to the event, Thomas couldn’t help but wish that Eric’s family would finally accept him and treat him like part of the family.

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As Eric awoke the next morning, his hand aimlessly searched for his boyfriend to give each other some warm cuddles. But when his search came up empty and there was no indication of any body heat still in the bed, Eric groggily sat up from his bed and began to search for his boyfriend. After checking the bathroom and the living room of their apartment, Eric soon began to grow worried about where his boyfriend could have gone. Was he that nervous about the cookout that he fled in the early morning? 

However, as he made another lap around the smaller apartment, Eric finally began to pick up on the sound of rustling in the unused spare bedroom that the couple had turned into an office. “Hello?” Eric said, his steps growing lighter just in case there was a home intruder scavenging through their belongings. Hearing the creaks of an office chair reverberating through the walls, Eric began to consider that his boyfriend was there messing around on his desktop to play some video games before he awoke. Pulling open the door, Eric’s facial expressions went from a look of relief to panic as he caught the sight of a nearly naked black man sitting in his chair. “Who the fuck are you?” Eric cried out, watching as the man turned in his chair to face him. The intruder that was casually sitting in his chair was extremely buff, clearly indicated by the sunbeams that showcased and shimmered across his broad chest and rippling six-pack. Opening his mouth, the intruder’s booming voice echoed across the room, saying a simple “The fuck do you mean who am I? It’s Thomas…” 

Upon finishing his sentence, the man’s voice turned into a slight sneer as he looked at Eric’s shell-shocked face. “What the hell are you talking about? My boyfriend is a nerdy white guy, not some ripped black guy!” Eric responded, his face now severely stuck in a look of disbelief by what was happening. As the man casually began to recount their various dates and the secrets that they shared with each other late at night, Eric couldn’t believe that it was true… his boyfriend had completely transformed overnight!

“H-how did this happen?” Eric said, his chest heaving as he could feel a slight panic attack starting to spur within him. 

“Fuck if I know babe. All I know is that I wished that your family would accept me and then I woke up like this. I think I look pretty good though…” Thomas said as he flashed a cocky grin and flexed for Eric. 

“Why does it matter if they like you or not?” Eric replied, his anger beginning to rise at Thomas’ strange behavior. This wasn’t the sweet and eternally-anxious boyfriend that he had fallen in love with. Instead, he’d been replaced with not only a new rich darker complexion but an entirely new personality. 

Staring at his boyfriend still in absolute shock, Eric was appalled when Thomas told him to get on his knees and pleasure him, saying that his morning wood was aching for release. While he couldn’t deny that he was turned on by this new body, it was an absolute boner-killer to watch his good-natured boyfriend be so extremely tainted by cocky new impulses and desires.

Heading into one of their bathrooms, Eric told Thomas to start getting ready for the cookout while he attempted to understand how this happened. To his annoyance, Eric was completely ignored by the new Thomas, who was instead pulling down his white briefs to explore the new thick cock he possessed. Pulling out his phone, Eric sat on the toilet in disbelief as he saw all of the couple’s former photos on social media replaced with this new man. The couple’s journey to Comic-Con now altered to replace Thomas’ former look of pure joy with a look of annoyance along with many others. Along with this, new photos and videos had manifested on Eric’s account, now showcasing Thomas working out in the gym while Eric was stuck on the sidelines recording his boyfriend’s workouts.

To his disbelief, he saw his own family responding under those videos, giving incredible words of encouragement to their “future son-in-law”. He couldn’t believe it, but this new body truly did make Thomas a hit with Eric’s family. Needing to clear his head, Eric got into the shower and spent 30 minutes letting the water run down his forehead and give him some sort of temporary relief from this crazy new life he found himself in.

After finishing up and going back into his bedroom, Eric gasped as he caught sight of the new Thomas completely naked and flexing into the mirror affixed to the back of the bedroom door. “Bro, I was checking myself out!” Thomas groaned, which only elicited an eye-roll from Eric as he got dressed and made his new boyfriend do the same. 

For both of them, the car ride to the public park where the party was taking place was completely silent. While Eric was completely in awe of the stranger now sitting next to him and unsure of how to talk to him, Thomas paid his boyfriend no mind as he was too busy checking himself out in the side mirrors and looking down at his buff body. 

To Thomas’ relief, the party was an absolute hit for the new man. Eric’s family sat at length with Thomas and inquired about his fitness journey and how his career was going as a personal trainer, leaving their youngest son stuck talking to second and third cousins who weren’t blessed with the gift of gab. Standing under the park pavilion, Eric just kept looking over and staring at Thomas interacting with his older brother and having a flex-off between the two of them. He was annoyed to see Thomas succumb to the same sort of vanity rituals that he had spent his life surrounded by. 

As a result of this, Eric’s inability to gain intense muscle mass or even have any interest in athletics had left him particularly isolated from his family. Upon entering college and meeting Thomas, it was a relief for Eric to find someone who was interested in the same “nerdy” things as him and not as obsessed with self-image. But as he stared at the man his boyfriend had become, he knew that the real Thomas was completely gone. He couldn’t believe that his boyfriend would sacrifice it all to fit in with Eric’s family, but what is done is done. Despite it hurting him to think like this, Eric knew that this would probably be the last family meeting that Thomas would be invited to and the last day of their three-year relationship.

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