Given That Nearly 24 Hours Have Passed Since We Posted Our Stories, I Wanted To Give An Additional Shout-out

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?

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Working Out Womanhood

As a professional bodybuilder, Jeff Nippard was extremely dedicated to a life of fitness and discipline. Looking around and seeing a world that lacked proper education on dieting and working out, the hunky blond decided that he needs to use his knowledge both from his degree in biochemistry and in the gym to create programs to help improve the lives and bodies of his followers. Although bodybuilding was a full-time job in terms of keeping his body as pristine as possible, the man was still eager to branch out and diversify his interests while still doing something he loved.

After months of hard work, Jeff had finally created his own website that provided nutrition plans and workout routines to help any individual wanting to improve their bodies. But while the man was able to create several programs that were a huge success, there was one category of plans that he wasn’t able to master: female-centric ones. No matter how many conversations he had with his long-term girlfriend Stephanie or talking to other female fitness gurus, he was unable to nail down the perfect plans for women. 

While most people would give up and just focus on what they know, the degree-holding man was not willing to let this lack of knowledge slide. Not only would it help his own business, but it also would allow him to better understand his girlfriend and help her achieve her intended physique if he could finally understand what types of workouts females liked. For months, he scoured the internet in search of any potential information that could help at least point him in the right direction to no avail. In a mix of desperation, nighttime hysteria, and drunkenness from several beers, the man soon found himself shifting away from his firm belief in the power of science and falling into dark web Google rabbit holes that could offer magical solutions to his little problem. Upon stumbling on a listing by a certain SCassociate01, Jeff was enamored by a little bottle of liquid that apparently gave him the opportunity to swap bodies with a member of the opposite sex. Given that the price was only $150, Jeff bit the bullet and quickly purchased the enigmatic item before passing out for the night.

Waking up the next morning and looking at the tab he left open, Jeff couldn’t help but grow irritated at his spur of the moment purchase last night. There was absolutely no way that this item could truly swap their bodies right? So, in a huff, the man quickly grabbed his gym bag and left his apartment to work off his anger towards being bamboozled by his own altered mind the night previously. For the next hour and a half, Jeff worked out rigorously until his shirt was soaked in sweat and skin-tight against his incredible physique. After such an intense workout, he couldn’t help but feel better and suddenly eager to get home and spend the day with his girlfriend. So, after quickly showering and getting himself changed into some new clothes, Jeff made his way home to have lunch with his gorgeous partner.

To both his surprise and horror, when Jeff got home and walked into his living room, he immediately caught sight of Stephanie inspecting the very same bottle he had ordered the night previously. Although it was certainly unbelievable that the package had arrived overnight, Jeff’s mind didn’t even question this factor as he instead grew embarrassed about his girlfriend finding out about his moment of weakness the night prior. “Hey, what are you doing? That’s mine!” Jeff cried out, jogging over to the couch to try and grab the bottle out of Stephanie’s hand. 

“Whoa babe, why are you freaking out? You just got a package in the mail and I was making sure it wasn’t damaged…” Stephanie coldly said, crossing her arms in annoyance at Jeff’s childish behavior as he grabbed onto the bottle and tried to hide it from sight. “What is that bottle anyway? I saw something written on the side talking about swapping bodies with the opposite sex…” she continued, her face shifting into an inquisitive glare at Jeff as she left her sentence open for her boyfriend to tie up the loose end.

Standing there with his cheeks flush underneath his blond beard, Jeff gave a deep sigh before telling his girlfriend about the events leading up to the purchase of said bottle. As he finished telling his story, he couldn’t help but grow annoyed as Stephanie wasted no time laughing in his face and taunting him for believing that magic could really exist. “Babe, I know that you want to create the perfect woman’s gym and nutrition plans, but I think you’re taking it a bit too far now…” she said, her voice going into an even higher tone as she attempted to conceal her laughter (although she was clearly failing).

“I was wasted last night and was desperate to get the plan figured out ok?” Jeff said under his breath, a newfound raspiness appearing in his voice due to his sheer annoyance. Despite his girlfriend’s best attempts to calm him down and say that she’s just joking with him, Jeff was still quite annoyed at the situation.

Seeing this, Stephanie tried her best to be supportive and cheer him up. “Hey, what do you say we pop this bottle and give it a try huh? Sure, it may not be a gender swapping potion, but at least it seems to be an aphrodisiac since you’re supposed to have sex after drinking it. What do you say babe?” she said, leaning in and resting her well-manicured hand on Jeff’s own callused and wide one to try and cheer him up. 

Thinking it over for a second, Jeff started to lighten up upon seeing that his girlfriend was willing to go along with his little impulse buy. Sure, it may not be really magic, but the concept of having some kinky sex with his girlfriend was an opportunity too great to pass up so Jeff quickly nodded his head before uncorking the bottle. Upon inspecting it, Jeff tipped the potion back and downed half of it before handing the second half to his girlfriend to finish off. As it went down, the man was shocked and delighted to find that the taste was rather appealing. It tasted like a mix of candy and fruit, something that left both partners with a slight grin on their face as they tossed the bottle aside. 

While it could have been some sort of placebo effect of the potion, both individuals soon found themselves incredibly turned on and desperate to tear off each others’ clothes and head into their bedroom for a passionate bout of intercourse.

Upon lifting his girlfriend up as she wrapped her legs around his bulky waist, the couple quickly made their way into the bedroom as they passionately made out and Stephanie took the opportunity to multitask and take off her shirt and bra. Looking down, Jeff’s cock couldn’t help but grow rock solid at the sight of his girlfriend’s gorgeous tits that wobbled with every thunderous step he took on the way into the bedroom. As soon as they stepped foot into the doorway, Stephanie quickly hopped back onto the ground and started to undress her boyfriend. It was always like unwrapping a present the way she would meticulously save the best for last. 

Looking up with a pure lustful stare, Stephanie was able to peel Jeff out of his form-fitting tank top and reveal his impressive physique to her. With envy, she ran her dainty fingers along the ridges of his abdominals and smirked at him as he looked down in awe. Not one to waste time, the woman continued to undress her boyfriend, pulling down his workout shorts and running her hands along his well-sculpted ass and meaty thighs. Despite his smaller stature of 5’5”, the sheer width and bulk of his muscles would be able to intimidate even the tallest of adversaries. Stephanie wasted no time admiring her boyfriend’s body as he squeezed her perfect tits, running her fingers along the ridges of his cut abdominals. Then, in an effort to make sure Jeff felt the same form of objectification, she gave his chest a squeeze in return as she clutched onto an impressive pectoral shelf that could rival the bosom of a college cheerleader.

Just as Jeff got his girlfriend out of her underwear to stare at her fully nude body, Stephanie finally returned the favor by pulling down the tight underwear and watching as his thick shaft fell forth from the fabric and revealed itself to her. “Well looks like someone’s horny huh?” Stephanie said as she goaded her boyfriend, dropping down to her knees and taking his impressive shaft into her mouth. 

“Aw fuck!” Jeff groaned, his dick throbbing as his girlfriend took in his manhood with impeccable ease and began building up a perfect rhythm over the next several minutes. While he certainly was turned on by his girlfriend, he was desperate to not ejaculate early before the main event occurred. So, just as he began to feel his dick tense up and his head grow light-headed, he quickly pulled his girlfriend off of his cock and into bed with him. With their bodies tangled up in sheets, Jeff was enough of a conscientious lover to dive under the sheets and give his girlfriend’s pussy some well-deserved attention. Hearing his girlfriend’s moans were always a constant turn-on, so it wasn’t surprising that Jeff soon found himself pulling his mouth away from her genitalia as he was eager to finish up and shoot his load into her.

Wasting no time, both partners began to moan and shiver in pleasure as Jeff slid his thick rod into his girlfriend’s pussy. As a motion gradually built up, both partners had looks of pure lust on their faces as they both reached the point of cumming. In a surprising moan of unison, they both cried out “Oh fuck!” as they soon began to ejaculate. But just as the two individuals started to reach the end of their shared climax, a sudden dizziness began to manifest as they grew lightheaded. “What’s… happening…” Jeff quietly uttered before passing out.

Just as quickly as he had fallen unconscious, Jeff soon found his eyes jolting awake as he found himself completely disoriented by what happened. Why was he suddenly laying with his back on his sheets and why was he… staring at himself!?! “Holy fuck,” Jeff cried out, gasping as he heard a different yet familiar voice coming out of his throat. Looking down, Jeff was completely disarmed by the sudden sight of modest breasts. The potion… it was real! “Babe, are you ok?” Jeff said, looking up at his hunky body as he saw his former eyes shifting beneath the eyelids before they began to slowly open.

As Stephanie began to wake up once again, she was even more disoriented as she found herself looking down as gravity pulled against her body. But despite that, nothing was more disorienting for the woman than to see her former body underneath her with a shocked expression on her face. “Wha- what the fuck?” Stephanie screamed, her body beginning to flail about as she tried to understand what was going on. There’s no way, absolutely no way that the potion really did this…

However, the sudden girlish cries from Jeff causes Stephanie to stop what she was doing and look down. Holy fuck, his dick was still inside her body! “Oh fuck, I’m sorry babe!” Stephanie said, moving a bulky and rugged hand against her throat due to the shock of hearing Jeff’s voice coming out of her mouth. Given that she used to be the owner of a vagina, she sympathized with Jeff due to all of the thrashing she had just done. She was sure that it was an intense mix of pleasure and pain, but as she quickly pulled out of her former genitalia, the former man breathed a sigh of relief to show that he’s feeling somewhat better now.

With both of them now free to explore their bodies, both individuals quickly hopped off of the bed and rushed into their shared master bathroom. Flicking on the light only confirmed what they had already known, but it was still quite the monumental shock for both individuals to realize. Stephanie awkwardly struggled to deal with the intense muscles she now possessed while Jeff was in shock as he grabbed onto his girlfriend’s tits and ran a finger along his new vagina out of curiosity. When a ripple of pleasure rushed through his body though, the man quickly stopped his experimentation to avoid being completely overwhelmed in a horny daze. It was certainly clear that the potion had done its intended job for the couple. Their bodies had been completely swapped and now Jeff was certainly going to get a first hand experience at figuring out the best routines and nutrition plans for women looking to have their bodies in peak health. He was unsure how Stephanie would deal with being in his bulky body, but he was sure that she would be able to adapt. She agreed to drink the potion right? Even if there was a 99% chance that the potion was fake, she still was willing to take that 1% risk that it was actually a real body swapping potion!

However, despite the clear shock that they were both experiencing, the hormones belonging to their new bodies were working hard to get them to forget about the worries. Each partner soon found themselves slyly taking peeks at their transformed partners and being turned on by the bodies they now had. Jeff found himself staring at Stephanie’s new hairy chest and the thick cock that was dangling from his crotch while Stephanie couldn’t help but stare at Jeff’s new pair of tits and the well-trimmed bush and pussy that he had. No words needed to be said as the two partners slowly turned towards each other and took in each other’s body. To add to Jeff’s shock and horniness, he gasped as Stephanie easily pulled him up with her new muscles and carried him back into the bedroom for round two.

Just like nothing had changed, the same foreplay occurred for the couple even though they were experiencing different roles and positions throughout. Stephanie found herself happy to give her mouth a break as Jeff couldn’t resist going down to run his new tongue against his former shaft. He was already a kinky fucker, but the concept of getting his former body off was too much for his ego to handle. He desperately wanted to hear his husky voice moaning as he continued to suck Stephanie off, so his intensity increased as he used his girlfriend’s practically non-existent gag reflex to take in every single inch of his (former) manhood and get his girlfriend close to experiencing her first ejaculation as a man. In nearly record time, Stephanie found her hips buckling as she grabbed onto Jeff’s head and held him as she forced him to swallow every inch of her new seed. 

“Oh fuck!” Stephanie moaned, shivering as she heard Jeff’s masculine voice coming from her mouth. Obviously, she hadn’t expected the body swapping potion to work, but as the waves of pleasure rippled through her body as she learned how a male’s orgasm felt, she couldn’t deny that she was too upset about what was going on. Maybe this will actually be an interesting opportunity for both of us, she thought to herself as she continued holding Jeff’s head in place as she finished cumming. Jeff was the top guy of their favorite gym, so the concept of becoming an important figure in the gym rather than the arm candy of Jeff’s was incredibly alluring to think about. 

As Jeff swallowed every drop of sperm, he was absolutely turned on by how kinky it felt to be dominated (by his own body no less!!). No wonder Stephanie was always eager to fuck when it feels this damn good 24/7! Although there was an aspect of himself that was alarmed by swallowing cum, Jeff quickly shook those thoughts away as he reminded himself that he was swallowing his own cum. It’s not gay when it’s your own body, even if you’re not in your right body! Just as he took a breath after finally getting it all down his throat, Stephanie wasted no time pulling her former body back into the bed as she slid down across his new petite frame and began to work on Jeff’s new pussy. Gripping onto the bed sheets, the bedroom turned into a symphony of moans and groans from both partners as Jeff experienced having his pussy eaten out and fingered for the first time. With such intense pleasure obliterating his body, he was honestly shocked that Stephanie didn’t demand him to eat her out more often!

With the woman’s now meaty fingers sliding in and out of Jeff’s tight slit, the couple had a lustful grin on their faces as Jeff’s clitoris was finally stimulated to the point where he soon found himself experiencing his first ever female orgasm. After finishing up and cleaning themselves off, the couple soon fell back into bed as a wave of drowsiness hit them. It was a fairly intense day for both of their bodies, not only had they swapped bodies but they had also gotten off twice in the span of an hour. Realizing this factoid, the couple soon found themselves quickly planning out what lay ahead for them. While Stephanie was just eager to be a hunky man who was relied on as a leader and ran a full fitness business, Jeff was eager to head into the gym and learn more about what needed to be done to create the perfect programs for women. Although as both of them began to pass out, they couldn’t deny that they were planning many more sexual encounters for them to experience with each other…

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Always Read Your Contract!

“Aw, you want your body back? Well too bad… Peter”, San Francisco 49ers tight end George Kittle says as he makes a stank face into the camera of his phone. “You made a deal with this company, so you’re just going to have to deal with the consequences!” George continues as the man on the other end of the FaceTime call sobs uncontrollably. “I guess you should have read your contract better huh?” the football jock says, which only pushes the man further into his pitiful wailing. “You know, I’ve been talking to this guy right next to me, and he said that a good chunk of the starters on your team have been possessed for a while now.” George says as he nods his head back towards the black man leaning on his shoulder. “It seems like I just somehow got lucky...” George continues, laughing and continuing to smirk into the camera. “Well, I’ve got to go get ready for the big game, so I’m going to head out now. If you want your body back so badly, go bet on it!” George said before quickly ending the call and heading onto the field.

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Sitting back onto his couch, the portly and balding man on the couch began to uncontrollably sob as he dealt with the shock of everything. Just an hour earlier, the man was back in his original body of the impressively muscular George Kittle. But as he was beginning to get ready, he soon grew incredibly dizzed. Attempting to call out for help, no one was able to come before he quickly collapsed onto the ground and passed out on the cold tile floor of the 49ers locker room. Upon waking up, he found himself resting on a black leather couch and in a body much different than the one he spent the past 27 years of his life as. With a hefty spare tire affixed to his gut and thick thighs that pushed against each other, George was in complete disbelief by what had happened to him. He knew that AthleteOdds was a new sponsor for the 49ers this season and he was required to sign a bunch of photos that gave them the ability to use his likeness, but he didn’t know that they would fully use his body and give it to someone else!

Groaning as he sat up with his much older body, George (or Peter according to his former body) made his way to the man’s old desktop and was greeted to the homepage of the betting site. Trying his best, he bet on the body of George Kittle, attempting to beat the max bid of $50,000 to get his body back. However, as he attempted to finalize the purchase, he was met with a swift rejection saying that his bank refused the charge. Grunting in annoyance, George pulled open the man’s bank page that was bookmarked and tried to figure out how to fix the issue. If he was required to transfer this man’s entire life savings, he was willing to do it! But as he pulled up the account info, he was annoyed to find that his bank account was nearly drained. With only a few hundred dollars to his new identity, he knew he would be unable to get his body back anytime soon. However, as he observed the list of remaining players available to bet on, George soon found himself in a dilemma. Should he wait and save up the money to get his original body back, or should he bet on a third or fourth tier player and just deal with no longer being a starter on the 49ers? There were several guys that he wouldn’t necessarily be upset about becoming, but before he could decide, his stomach growled and demanded nourishment. Unable to ignore the intense hunger pangs, the new Peter got up from his chair and decided that it would be a better idea to weigh the options after filling up this hefty new gut of his!

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Awakening Something Unholy

Upon hearing the light snores coming from the next door bedroom, Jake quickly hopped to his feet and flicked on his bedroom lights. With haste, the longer-haired high school senior slid open his phone and began to snap a few photos, one with his pre-decided outfit and one without his shirt. While he was certainly in a hurry to escape his house and head out onto the town, he certainly wanted to do a little something extra for his girlfriend.

Cheryl had been incredibly understanding and lenient when it came to dealing with Jake’s unreliable nature, especially when she understood that it wasn’t his fault for his behavior. As she soon found out on the second or third date back in their sophomore year of high school, Jake’s parents were the most overbearing parents possible. Despite Jake being a popular guy who was average in sports, his parents still retained no trust in the student when it came to going out at night. Not only did they severely limit the places he could and couldn’t go via a tracker on his phone, but they also gave him an incredibly shitty curfew of 7 PM (even on the weekends)!

While his parents had boldly stated that Jake should never step foot at the local fall carnival for fears of “serious injuries” from the traveling amusement rides, Jake was willing to break the rules since Cheryl loved the carnival so much. It was a tradition at this point for all of the seniors to go to the carnival and have a blast riding rides and making out with their partners despite their intermittent vomiting from the high-octane thrills, so it was safe to say that Jake was absolutely determined to attend the festivities.

After hiding his phone under his bed to avoid being caught from the tracker, Jake fired off the two images with the caption: “My parents are finally asleep, see you soon ❤️”  before sliding open his window and slipping out of the second story bedroom and onto the top of a sturdy pergola next to the house. Upon climbing down the connected trellis on one side of the building, Jake smiled as the soles of his pristine white pair of Vans slapped against the concrete backyard patio. As he began to walk out of his backyard and into the woods that were connected to his property, Jake’s face turned into an amazed grin as the bright lights of carnival attractions led him through the eerie woods towards his intended destination.

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Just as Jake had anticipated, the carnival was an absolute blast! Based on all of the fun he had, it was certainly a good idea that the young man disobeyed his family to spend the time with his girlfriend and their shared group of friends. Although the teens lived in a relatively small town, the carnival had attracted a ton of travelers to the point where Jake theorized the bustling carnival contained more individuals than the actual town itself!

While the packed crowd certainly hindered how much stuff the group could do before the carnival closed, the group certainly had a blast going on rides such as the Gravitron, the Zipper, and many more. Of course, the combination of these rides and greasy carnival food wasn’t a great pairing, so most of the food ended up regurgitated into a trash can by the end of the night. But despite this, the group still had no regrets about the events of the night as they dispersed and went their separate ways.

After kissing his girlfriend one last time and helping her into her car, Jake gave a smile and wave before heading out back into the woods to sneak back into his apartment. To his annoyance, his parents were incredibly light sleepers, so just the sound of a car engine passing by the house often woke them up! He certainly didn’t want to face the wrath of his family for disobeying their rules again, so the woods were the safest (yet most dangerous) option for Jake. 

Despite hearing the occasional scurrying of animals around him, Jake had no real fear about walking through the dark and eerie woods although he felt like he should have plenty of it. He had been told by his family for years that there was something “unholy” in the woods, but his attempts at finding any answers always came up short. Knowing his parents’ flair for the dramatic though, Jake wouldn’t have been surprised that such a term could be attributed to anything from a skunk to a bear.

As soon as the carnival lights turned off, Jake scolded himself for not bringing a flashlight with him. Due to the loss of his one source of light Jake was now utterly confused about where to go in the pitch black woods. Fumbling around, the man could only extend out his arms and take small steps as he tried to navigate the woods that had increased in terms of creepiness more than tenfold.

But despite Jake’s best attempts to slowly traverse the uneven ground, the man’s feet had suddenly taken a wrong step and caused the man to suddenly tumble down a high hill. “Ow, fuck!” Jake cried out, his voice in a grimace due to the pain that was radiating throughout his limbs and the disgust of his clothes now covered in dirt and mud. After fumbling around for something sturdy to help himself get stood back up, the man latched onto a thick vine and hoisted himself onto his feet.

While he was unable to see anything clearly, the man was completely unaware of the fact that he had fallen directly onto the spot in which his parents had stated was completely “unholy”. Unfortunately for Jake, this activity in such an unholy area had caused something to be awakened, eager to escape the confines of its trap and manifest into the real world once more.

Still making his way slowly through the heavy brush on the ground, Jake was obviously nervous and afraid that he would be stuck in the deep pit given the muddy conditions that made it hard to get a nice grip on any exposed roots or tree branches. Just as he was able to grasp onto a thick root and start to pull himself up, the senior soon found himself getting resistance from his right foot. No matter how hard he tugged and tried to unlatch himself from whatever he was caught on, his right foot remained firmly stuck in a stern unmoving position. As he moved his hand into the brush to reveal what he was caught on, the man soon found himself alarmed to find a thick vine wrapped around his ankle several times. “What the fuck!” he cried out, dropping his grasp on the exposed root to devote all of his attention to unhooking himself from the peculiar vine. 

With his attention focused on freeing his right foot as he frantically exhaled, Jake was completely oblivious to the fact that more vines were looking to latch onto him. As they slithered across the ground like snakes stalking their prey, that slyness was quickly replaced with a deadly intensity as each vine shot out rapidly and grasped onto each remaining leg and arm of the man. “Wha-?” Jake cried out, looking out at the thick vines that had snaked up each of his calves and forearms.

Before he could even attempt to free himself, Jake gasped in fear as the vines tugged on each of his limbs until he was now hanging above the ground by a solid six inches. Unfortunately for the high school senior, there was no way for the man to break free from the restraints of the vines that were somehow… throbbing. With each limb stretched out and the hold on each one being iron-tight, there was nothing Jake could do besides thrash and attempt to call for help.

“Hello!” Jake cried out, tears rolling down his eyes as he pleaded for ANYONE to come save him. “Please help me, I’m stuck in the woods!” he continued, his voice breaking as he was completely overwhelmed by what’s going on. He hated to admit it, but it seemed like his parents were right after all - this place was truly unholy!  

Upon hearing the crack of a twig in the nearby distance, Jake couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as he could just barely make out a humanoid-like appearance walking towards him. “Thank you so much for coming! I don’t know how this happened, but the vines attacked me!” Jake said through deep exhales and a slight grin forming on his face as he retold the scenario to his apparent savior. But as the figure grew further into focus, Jake’s celebration was immediately found to be premature. Instead of expecting to see an approachable do-gooder willing to help him, Jake’s eyes went wide as he came across something that was certainly not human...

With a darkened burnt skin whose quality resembled that of tree bark, the wide and muscular creature now standing in front of Jake was clearly not something of this realm. In fact, with its skin that had deep red flowing through it, Jake couldn’t help but visualize molten lava running through the creature's veins given the darkened red glow that radiated beneath the cracks of the bark-like skin. While that was certainly a disturbing sight to behold, nothing terrified the young man more than the pointy horns that pressed forth from the creature’s forehead. Standing in front of him, Jake shivered at the first thought of what was standing before him: a demon.

As the entity extended a clawed hand out towards the tied-up man, Jake soon began to sob at the impossibility of what was happening to him. There was no way that demons were real, that was all just some bullshit that religious people like his parents told him about to make sure they obeyed everything they said! But as the creature opened its mouth in a wide grin that revealed razor-sharp fanged teeth, Jake soon found himself to be a believer as he attempted to beg for his life.

“Please, please don’t hurt me!” the man frantically cried out, his wavy mob of hair becoming a sweaty tangled mess as he thrashed against the restraints of the vines. “I’ll do anything you want! Just let me go and tell me what you want!” he continued, trying to reason with the demon to save his own ass. With that level of desperation rattling his soul, Jake knew that he would willingly sacrifice anyone if it meant saving his own ass from this creature. While he continued to think about this, he noted how the demon tilted its head and stared intently into the man’s frantically shifting eyes. Was it possible that it was hearing what I was thinking?

Before he could go back to pleading for his life to secure his safety, he cried out in fear as a loud screech escaped from the demon’s mangled mouth before it began to fall into the ground as a black cloud of smoke was left in its place. Whew, thank God. I’m safe! Watching in curiosity, the cloud slowly hovered towards the ground as it made its way towards the still-strung up man. As Jake watched the cloud then begin to rise up until it was eye-level, the man soon began to grow worried that he wasn’t completely out of the woods yet. “No, please don’t!” Jake tried to say, but it was all for naught as the smoke darted towards Jake and entered into his open mouth.

Sputtering and attempting to close his mouth, the man found himself unable to resist as the smoke continued to funnel down his throat and into every inch of his body. As his eyes watered from the distressing situation, the man soon found himself shivering and shuddering as the plume of smoke finished completely invading his body. This isn’t good at all, what was it going to do to me?

As Jake began to feel himself growing weaker and weaker as his limbs began to move at their own volition against their restraints, it suddenly dawned on the man what was happening to him. This demon was going to take over his body! Of course, Jake was going to put up a hell of a fight. If he was going to lose his body, he was going to fight for every remaining moment he could before he lost all control. “Help, please help me!” Jake screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping for someone to come save him before the possession was fully finished. But unfortunately for Jake, he had already lost so much control that his desired statement could only come out as a high pitched whisper that made Jake feel even more pathetic. He was pissed off that he didn’t take that ride home with his friends, but even more pissed to know that his parents had actually been right for once and now he was paying for it with his life!

Still, the man attempted to remain strong and reject the possession as he focused all of his energy on pushing back against the demon’s attempts to break him, devour his soul, and take his body for his own. It was a struggle to fight such dark and powerful forces, but the concept of seeing his girlfriend again and going away to college was enough to keep him fighting for control of a life that the demon would surely use for malevolence and unleashing chaos. While his attempts were ultimately failing as he felt himself growing weaker and weaker, there was an interesting development occurring that Jake soon began to notice.

Staring at his arms, the slightly tanned man’s skin began to slowly lose its healthy glow as the skin grew paler and paler until it resembled a darker grey shade. It started with his fingers and worked his way down as his arms underwent the skin tone shift. Although Jake couldn’t see it for himself, he knew that every inch of his skin was undergoing the transformation to shift him into something that looked as demonic as what was inside of him. Due to his resistance and attempts to defeat the demon, Jake had unintentionally activated a physical transformation to occur on his body to allow the demon to grow powerful enough to fully annihilate Jake from his own body. With the physical changes continuing to manifest, Jake realized that he had truly opened the most terrifying can of worms in existence. Not only would he lose his body, but his attractiveness was being decimated to turn him into a demon-human hybrid both inside AND outside.

After his skin seemingly finished shifting shades, the next set of physical changes began to occur as Jake’s body began to expand with intense muscles. His hands cracked and contorted as they grew wider while his fingers lengthened and sharpened into a set of sharp pseudo-claws. Watching in abject terror, his healthy toned physique began to grow twisted in Jake’s eyes as his forearms grew thicker while his biceps exploded into growth that could rival the size of footballs. Gritting his teeth as the painful transformation progressed and tore up the sleeves of his already tight long-sleeve shirt, the man couldn’t help but cry out in his head. No, not this! I’m going to look like a freak! 

With his shoulders widening as his traps grew thicker, Jake grew uncomfortable with just how bulky he was becoming. His shirt was clearly not meant to contain such growth, which was made extremely obvious as his pecs suddenly grew insanely large. In mere seconds, the transformation had caused his nipples to jut out from his chest and turn his shirt into a crop top as the muscle growth caused his shirt to ride up. It was absolutely devastating to watch his body grow such bulk since he preferred his smaller model-like size, but it was even more alarming as his waist widened to create a thicker and wider full torso. The fabric of his jeans struggled against the accelerated growth, especially as his rear end grew plumper into two round globes of delectable beefy goodness. 

As the changes progressed further down his legs while his thighs expanded enough to split the seams of his jeans both along the thighs and also the back of his ass, Jake could feel himself fading away more and more by the second. Despite his best efforts, it was clear that there would be no way for him to defeat the demon. It wasn’t as if he felt himself being pushed into the background of his own body, his entire essence was being siphoned off by the demon as it took away his memories and devoured the remaining aspects of its soul for its own nourishment. 

While it was certainly the worst possible scenario he could ever imagine, Jake found himself comforted and relieved by one last memory of the final carnival date with Cheryl before Jake’s essence had permanently been removed from the body. Now a hollow husk, the demon gleefully took complete control of Jake’s body as the final changes progressed. Blinking as the vines began to slowly loosen and free its master, the demon could feel its new eyes shift. Those bright blue irises began to grow darker until a pitch black color had replaced it and began to expand. Within the next five blinks, the gorgeous set of eyes had become a pair of pitch black eyes that could evoke nightmares in even the most resilient of men. 

Groaning in pain, the final transformation occurred as the demon found its footing once again and the vines receded back into the overgrown brush to await their next order. With a trickle of blood beginning to drip down the man’s now dark grey skin, a small set of horns pressed forth from Jake’s forehead to fully transform the man into the perfect harbinger of destruction to this small town. Moving its claw-like fingers up to the cascading blood, the demon snickered as it wiped off the blood and drank it, savoring the blood of his newest victim and host. 

While the demon refused to verbalize any of its thoughts, it applauded the human in its useless attempts at resisting his transformation and possession. For hundreds of years, it had been trapped in the overgrown woods to make sure that it was never disturbed or awoken. But with Jake’s stumble down the hill, the demon’s burial grounds were disturbed and had allowed the demon to escape and wreak havoc on the world once more. The foolish human had not seemingly heeded the advice of the town protectors that lived around the woods (such as Jake’s parents) to avoid the location at all costs, which worked out perfectly for the demon’s plan.

With so many years trapped, the demon had formulated and scrapped hundreds of plans to unleash chaos on the town that had imprisoned it. In its most recent plan, the plan was to find a perfect host that could be easily corrupted to destroy the town and world at large. While Jake hadn’t been the ideal subject, the man clearly had a darkness within him from the first thought of sacrificing friends or even family to escape the clutches of the demon. So, instead of just letting the man go, the demon decided to just make Jake’s body do its own bidding as a host. But to both the demon’s shock and relief, the man’s attempts to fight off the possession only allowed the demon to reorganize his body as it saw fit to make it the ultimate machine for chaos and violence.

So, as the demon skimmed through all of Jake’s memories, it soon began to walk towards his family home as the first step of his plan was made clear. Firstly, he would get revenge on all of the ancestors of the families that originally trapped it in the woods all of those years ago. Given the fact that all of the houses along the outer ridge of the woods belonged to those ancestors, the demon’s first task was incredibly simple to execute. 

Walking out from the woods, the demon made a direct beeline towards Jake’s house and smirked at the upcoming torment to come. After so many years trapped, its torturing skills were fairly rusty. So, as the demon levitated Jake’s body off of the ground and into the open bedroom window on the second story, it was thrilled to use its host’s parents as the first guinea pigs given their direct connection to its imprisonment. Upon entering the room, the demon made its way out of the bedroom and towards the bedroom of Jake’s parents. Opening the door and rushing in, the demonic entity began its first step of endless bloody carnage that would certainly last beyond the month of October...

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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.

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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.

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Plotting Against The Starting QB

With the upcoming NFL season soon approaching as the first pre-season games got underway, the Buffalo Bills were incredibly optimistic about their chances this season. Last year, the team was so close to making it to the Super Bowl if it hadn’t been for a disappointing second and third quarter of the AFC championship game against the Kansas City Chiefs. While the team was bummed to have lost after making it so far into the playoffs, the Bills now had an inner drive to finish the job in the 2021 season now that the entire team had gotten their closest taste of the Super Bowl in years. 

As the coaches made plans to strengthen their plays to prevent any issues moving forward, they also had to adjust for the yearly influx of draft players and any newly-contracted players that were transferred during the off-season. There had been a lot of impressive players to join the team this season, but the coaches had their eyes on one guy in particular: Mitch Trubisky. While he was traded from a starting quarterback position on the Chicago Bears to become backup quarterback for the impressive Josh Allen, the coaches hadn’t viewed this as a downgrade in the slightest. In fact, they were relieved to have a capable quarterback in their ranks that could hopefully excel with a more fitting and well-oiled team.

But for Mitch Trubisky, he hadn’t handled the result of the new deal well. He knew last season that his time with the Bears was coming to an end, so the starting QB was obviously desperate to sign a new contract that would allow him to continue playing the sport he was so immensely passionate about. Unfortunately for Mitch, he wasn’t able to get many offers from many teams due to the fact that they were more focused on getting fresh young talent for QB positions during the draft. While he was incredibly happy with the one-year, 2.5 million dollar deal from the Bills, he wasn’t too excited to essentially be demoted to a second-string player. 

With the sting of his ousting from the Bears still relatively fresh, this new demoted deal with the Bills had left Trubisky quite the scorned man. As the man arrived at training camp, any joy that had once filled up the Bills locker room was seeped away as Mitch’s negative energy leeched it all away. Despite Josh Allen’s best attempts to relate to the quarterback and create a friendship with the man, Mitch immediately shut that possibility down, saying that he didn’t want to deal with Allen’s “pity friendship”. 

Upon heading out with the rest of the team to begin drills and practicing, Mitch’s disdain for the slightly younger Allen only grew more extreme as the time passed. Mitch was trying his hardest to keep up with everyone else, but he constantly found himself struggling and confused on what to do. For his first day back on the field in months, he had such high expectations of making a good impression and immediately excelling at anything he was tasked with doing. But alas, he found himself cursing under his breath and screaming in annoyance after nearly every drill. To make matters worse, after his new coach told him to take a break and watch how the drill is supposed to run, Mitch had to stare at Josh as he completed the drills with ease. The man even had a smile on his face as he did them, a clear testament to how comfortable he felt about his skills.

After taking a breather, Mitch returned to the field with an eagerness to finally prove himself and even outdo the team’s star quarterback. While the man was eventually able to match Josh’s mastery of the drills, Mitch wasn’t satisfied until he could do it better. He had to prove himself to be a worthy alternative to Josh if he ever wanted any play time! With the coach’s whistle signifying the end of the first day of training camp, Mitch couldn’t help but feel like an absolute waste of space. These feelings only grew worse as he watched the starting quarterback stick around with the coaches to work on some additional training. Looking away to save himself from feeling even more incompetent, Mitch quickly pushed past his new teammates and jogged into the locker room. He didn’t even shower to freshen up before grabbing his gear and rushing back to the small apartment that he had just rented for the move from Chicago to New York.

Throwing the gear onto the floor as he crossed the threshold of his front door, Mitch quickly stripped out of his clothes and began to shower. While the near-scalding water was beginning to redden his already tan skin, Mitch’s mind began to shift from embarrassment back to his near-constant emotion of anger. But as this emotional state shifted, it also brought along with it a new emotion: the desire for revenge. As the water cascaded down his head and back, he thought back to an offer once proposed by his long-time best friend.

For years, he ranted about his concerns to his friend from high school Kade McClure, who actually was a player for the Chicago White Sox that was ultimately bounced between various minor leagues by the White Sox. Given the fact that both of them had to deal with their prospective teams and the looming threat of being demoted from a lead position to something lesser, they were able to relate well with each other and thus give great advice. In fact, Kade had even offered the contact information for an apparent “life revitalizer” that went by the mysterious persona of S-C. Given that he was actually considered a player for a major league sports team, Kade’s team had given him a connection to S-C. As Mitch listened to his friend discuss the man, he learned that it was a guy who had seemingly created under-the-table deals with all of the major sports leagues to offer his services. Kade had no idea what S-C got in return for these services, but he wasn’t interested in the concept and never asked. Since he still had the connection, Kade offered to get in touch to help Mitch cope with the situation he found himself in. While Mitch had no interest at the time of using S-C’s services, Kade said that the offer was always open as long as he was still a part of the White Sox. 

Pulling the lever to the shower and turning off the water, Mitch made up his mind and decided to see what S-C could offer him to help him cope with these intense emotions he had been feeling. After shooting off a text to Kade, Mitch’s friend quickly responded with a time and location for Mitch to meet with S-C the next morning. Luckily for Mitch, S-C was apparently nearby and able to pencil him in for a consultation! As the man fell asleep early due to the extensive workouts he had just done, he was cautiously optimistic that he could find a solution for his rage towards the Bills and Josh Allen in particular...

While Mitch was incredibly annoyed to have his alarm wake him up despite there not being even a hint of sunlight out yet, he ignored that thought as he remembered the reason for his early rise. With a pep in his step, Mitch quickly showered, dressed and devoured a small bowl of cereal. The man soon grabbed his keys and rushed out to drive off to the mysterious location that S-C told him to meet him at. 

Upon his arrival, he was intrigued to find that the destination was in fact a large gym that only had a single light turned on. Getting out of his car, he gingerly walked towards the door as his eyes wandered to make sure there was no one attempting to sneak up on him. “Fuck!” Mitch gasped as the front door of the gym suddenly burst open in front of him without anyone around. Interestingly enough, the door refused to close either as it seemingly invited him to enter the building. Chalking it up to someone pressing the wheelchair button on some automatic doors to show that someone was here, Mitch took a second to compose himself before entering the dimly-lit gym.

“Hello?” Mitch called out, his normally deep voice cracking to a lighter tone as slight fear began to creep into his body. Before he could ask again though, he jumped as the fluorescent lights sprung to life and immediately illuminated the room. As his eyes wandered around to search for someone, he found slight relief to find a man sitting on a piece of equipment and staring at him. “Excuse me…” Mitch said as he began to make his way towards the man. “Are you S-C?” he asked, which caused a slight smile to form on the man’s face.

“Yes, that’s me” the man confirmed, which allowed Mitch to hear the man’s foreign accent. What could that be… British? Australian? Before he could ask about the man’s accent, the enigmatic S-C rose up from the seat and began to walk the remaining distance until he was face-to-face with the athletic jock. “How can I help you?” he asked, which caused Mitch to begin to rant about his life and the downward spiral his life had seemingly undergone over the past year. All while this was occurring, S-C was quite receptive, nodding his head as he took in the man’s dilemma. 

“So, it seems as though you’re eager to get Josh Allen out of the picture huh…” he responded, which caused Mitch to nod his head in agreement before realizing the possibilities of that phrase.

“Wait, I don’t want him killed! I just wish that I could be the starting quarterback. I have something to prove and I want the opportunity to do it!” Mitch responded, his face twisting into a look of panic as he watched S-C realize what exactly the athlete was wanting.

“Ah I see,” the man said as he began to slowly walk around and encircle the panicked athlete. As he stared deep into Mitch’s eyes, he decided to continue with his offer of help. “Well, I still think I can help you then… although my methods could be deemed experimental by mere mortals like you,” the man continued.

“What kind of methods do you utilize then?” Mitch naturally asked, his curiosity piqued by the odd phrasing of the mysterious man.

“Magical methods, things such as ancient spells and enchanted items. I can bend reality at my whim and transform someone’s entire body and soul in any way I desire,”  the man calmly explained, only to lose that calm demeanor in favour of slight annoyance as Mitch’s face cracked into a ludicrous smile and thunderous laughter erupted from his mouth. “What’s so funny?” S-C angrily said, his Australian accent now being spoken through gritted teeth. 

“Magic? Are you serious? That shit isn’t real!” Mitch said through parsed words interrupted by hearty chuckles. If he hadn't been laughing so severely, Mitch would have been absolutely pissed off to know that he wasted time on some fake-ass man offering to use “magic” to get revenge. He could have slept in some more before going to training practice, which really irritated the man. “Why would you waste my time with this crock of shit?” the man quickly uttered, his mind beginning to become overwhelmed with rage. 

Of course, S-C had expected this sort of response from unknowing mortals, especially since he had once been one of them. But luckily for the sea of people he had helped, S-C was able to tap into a locked realm of magic that had turned him into a powerful eternal being. It was crazy to think that it had been less than a year since he himself underwent his first transformation into the hunky trainer Royce Dunne. While he had continued to use the hunk’s body as his new base body to have some fun as a personal trainer in the Midwest as a safety measure to remain grounded and remember his humanity, S-C used his free time to experiment with his powers and shift into various people. He had tried out the bodies of his favorite male celebrities and even sometimes their wives just to keep the transformations fresh and exciting. But given his slight obsession with social media influencers and models, S-C began to extend his shifting into various men he found attractive. With quite a repertoire of host bodies he could easily shift into, S-C made a plan to prove his powers to the still-fuming Mitch and also allow him to pick a new full-time host body. “If you don’t believe in magic, how would you explain this?” he said as Mitch looked intently to watch the man.

To Mitch’s shock, he watched as the buff mystery man began to change before his eyes. The man’s body grew a few inches as his facial hair began to pull into his cheeks until he had a slight patch of hair on his chin. Feeling the changes begin, S-C pulled off the long sleeved shirt and revealed the man’s pale yet impressive physique that was coated in some thick body hair. But as the body hair began to pull into the follicles, the man’s torso just began to look like a buff block of chalk, which actually amused Mitch as the changes continued. However, once the hair finally disappeared from his body, Mitch was understandably shocked to watch as the man’s skin tone began to slightly darken into a shade that signified an entirely new race. 

While the majority of the man’s impressive physique remained intact, there were some areas that showcased a vast change. His biceps bulked up a bit more and his lower torso lost some of its intense musculature, as his abs lost some definition and his waist was cinched in a few inches to create a more toned appearance, but his chest was actually the main site of muscle construction. Looking down and smiling, S-C watched as his once modest pecs began to increase in size until they were at a size that were able to be fully cupped and create a chest shelf befitting of a male model.

As the transforming man began to look at his left arm, Mitch’s attention shifted there as well. He couldn’t believe it, but this man was actually able to change his entire body right in front of him. Now knowing the power of this man, Mitch couldn’t help but worry about a fear of retaliation by questioning the man’s skills and sanity. Returning his attention back to the man, Mitch stared at the now impressive sleeve of tattoos that ran up his bulging arms and looked up towards the man’s face. While the man had basically shifted into an entirely new man, the face of the Australian hunk was still affixed onto the man’s shifting head.

Fortunately though, that soon began to undergo its own transformation as the features on the man’s face began to shift. His prominent nose grew a bit smaller and more angular as his jawline also gained a chiseled look. The man’s face also grew a few shades darker to match the rest of his body as his facial hair and eyebrows began to shift from a light brown to a dark black color. With only a few changes left, the man’s hair began to recede both in terms of length and hairline as it completely revealed the fully lengthened and exposed forehead of the new man. While the sides of the man’s head were originally trimmed, they soon pulled in to the point of having a razor-shaved look. This receding also continued on the man’s scalp as the average length hair was yanked back by the follicles until he was left with essentially an extreme version of a crew-cut.

Finally, with the muscle growth that had slightly occurred in the man’s legs, S-C wasted no time evolving the pair of sweatpants he was wearing into something that better showcased his new physique. Immediately, the pants grew tighter around his body as the material shifted and gained a more spandex-like appearance. Turning around and putting his hand towards his rear, S-C watched as the new perky muscular ass he possessed was now clearly revealed by the tight pair of spandex that left little to the imagination. This was safe to say in the front as well as the spandex perfectly showcased his thick thighs and the firm boner proudly displayed. 

With the changes finished now, S-C looked down at his changed body and smiled at yet another successful transformation. As he pulled his head up, he chuckled at the look of absolute shock painted across Mitch’s gorgeous face. Wanting to have fun and toy with the dismissive man, the magical man approached the man and got up into his face. Sticking his tongue out in a cocky manner and flexing his impressive arms, S-C watched as Mitch looked him up and down and took in his new physique. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to shift into him again...” he said, one arm leaving a flex position and beginning to explore the new built body he possessed. But remembering Mitch’s behavior, S-C stopped the self-admiration and jumped back into a cocky demeanor. With his new booming and Americanized voice, S-C wasted no time toying with Mitch, saying  “So, you believe me now huh?” as he threw his arms up in Mitch’s face and flexed.

Immediately, Mitch wasted no time apologizing for his behavior and vowing to never doubt the man or his powers again. He had every reason to fear for the wrath of the man, but as the conversation progressed it seemed unlikely to Mitch that he would fall victim to it. Instead, the man soon dropped the cocky demeanor and began to inform the man about his origin story behind gaining these abilities. After asking if S-C only worked with high-profile clients, the shapeshifting man revealed that while he does have connections to people in the entertainment and sports industry, he doesn’t exclusively work for them. In his free time, he’d reach out into the world and search for the most passionate wishes he could find. While he loved to give the best possible scenario to important people, he revealed to Mitch that he has a bit of a devilish side that loves to toy with people and twist their wishes slightly. As he explained, granting wishes could be so time-consuming and uninspired, so his ability to defy expectations all while delivering was just a way to keep him invested in helping everyone he can.

Interestingly enough, Mitch became quite engaged in the response, pondering why he would sign deals and contracts to a sea of leagues when he could just bend reality to make him a millionaire. After taking a second to think about it, S-C stated that he only agreed to the contracts to retain a level of anonymity where he’s only referred via word of mouth. He knew that celebrities weren’t often so eager to reveal their problems on the off-chance that people perceived them to be vain and unthankful (an unnatural side effect of the “curse of celebria”), so he knew that there would be no real threat of his secret being revealed to the world. For the benefits of these contracts, these various leagues and industry bigshots allowed immediate access to anyone S-C desires and protection should he ever want to take the form of one of the athletes or actors.

Returning back to the conversation of Mitch’s problem, S-C shifted gears as he told Mitch that he has just the thing to help Mitch figure out a solution to his problem. After walking over to a box next to the machine where he was sitting earlier, the man quickly pulled something out and held it in his hand as he walked back over. As he dropped the item into Mitch’s hand, he began to explain what it is and how it works. “So, this ring is how you’re going to get a shot at starting QB. While wearing it, you’ll need to shake the hand of your competitor. Upon doing this, the magic will begin to work and give you the abilities to be the leader of the team. Do you understand?” he said while speaking calmly and slowly for Mitch to comprehend everything.

As Mitch nodded his head in agreement, he caught sight of the clock that indicated that he had about 45 minutes until training camp started up. Apologizing for the need of a sudden departure, Mitch once again thanked the man, put the ring onto his finger, and observed the small tiny gem located in the center of the metal. He held it up to the light, watching it sparkle and glisten in a mysterious glow. While beginning to head off, Mitch stopped dead in his tracks as he realized he had one lingering question in the back of his mind. Turning away from the door and back to the man, he asked a question that had piqued his curiosity. “Hey, what does S-C stand for anyway?” he said, which caused the man to chuckle in response. “It means Soul-Controller. I like an element of surprise before I reveal my name and what I do…” he said, a wide smile emerging onto his face as the football player turned and finally left the gym to enact his plan..

Upon driving back to the training camp practice, Mitch had a huge grin on his face as he practically skipped into the locker room while sporting his new ring. Of course, this new shift in Mitch’s behavior was super off-putting to the team at first, but as the behavior refused to falter even during the intense drills they ran, the team was getting behind this new version of Mitch. Little did they know that he was just giddy with revenge consuming his mind as he waited patiently to unleash the power contained within a simple silver ring…

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