Hi. My Name Is Adam And I Wish I Was A Muscular Asian Guy. Im Twinky, And Cant Seem To Gain Any Muscle.

Hi. My name is Adam and I wish I was a muscular Asian guy. I’m twinky, and can’t seem to gain any muscle. I’m generally the bottom, but I want to be a top. 

“I just want a bigger body” Adam laughed and he touched his stomach. 

“Don’t worry Adam” said the man behind the camera. “Tomorrow morning you will wake up and your wish will come true.” 

Adam laughed in disbelief that such a thing would happen, but he went to bed that night thinking of what the man had said. 

While he was sleeping the changes were beginning take effect on his body. His once blonde hair turned a raven black, his facial features becoming more and more Asian, his body becoming tighter and larger. 

When Adam awoke, he pulled his arm back behind his pillow. He opened his eyes to see his arm got way bigger. He looked in confusion at first as his eyes made his way down to his chiseled chest and rock hard 8 pack abs. He rushed to the mirror. He looked at the vision of the man he wished to be when he was in front of the cameraman. 

“I’m fucking hot.” he laughed and touched his face. 

“Oh my God.” He ran his hands down his new 8 pack. “Fuck yeah”

He had gone on grinder to take pics of his new self. “Top. Looking for some fun.” As soon as he created his profile he received a flurry of new messages from very eager bottoms. He decided to respond to one who looked very much like his old self. He invited the guy to his place and with his new body he fucked him. The feeling of being a top was amazing his new dick pulsating in the bottom as he pushed in and out, finally blowing a load in the bottom. 

Alex was sick and tired on constantly being bullied by his next door neighbour George. For as long as Alex could remember he had always been much smaller than George, even though they were the same age.

It all got worse when George started working out at age 12, he seemed to take to it so naturally and his muscles just grows. Alex meanwhile had begged his parents to get him some workout equipment or at least let him join a local gym, they could never afford it, so he was stuck being small and skinny. George never missed an opportunity to let Alex know how big he was, he would walk around topless and flex when he knew Alex was looking.

Over the years the jealously and resentment grew within Alex, while the cockiness grew in George. He was the king of the high school and knew it, all the girls wanted to sleep with him and although most would never admit it, most of the guys did as well. The bullying continues and soon school was hell for Alex.

That was when he found out his gift. He had the ability to steal traits of another. Anything for age and muscle right through to penis size and body hair. The funny thing is only the the people he used his power on knew anything had changed. He knew he had to be careful with his power, but he also couldn’t resist the opportunity to finally get his own back.

One afternoon he looked out of his bedroom window and could see George working out in his garden next door. All he needed to do was make skin to skin contact and his powers would do the rest.

Sneaking into next doors garden he snuck up quietly behind George and pressed his hand straight onto his back. Immediately George froze and Alex could feel his power work and the muscle literally pump itself out of George, up though his arm and into the rest of the body. It felt amazing, it was bliss, so much so that Alex accidentally took a bit more than he meant to leaving George much smaller that he had previously been, although the upside was that he was also much bigger and than George was.

“What the fuck!” George screamed, it a much higher voice as he looked down at his now much less muscular body. Shit, alex though knowing he must have absorbed some of Georges testosterone as well. But Alex didn’t actually care and just smirked as he flexed in front of George, “Pay back time” he smirked.

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Sorry for the delay in getting these stories out, I have been super busy at work. But here is the first of my contest winners stories, this story is for @agmsye Alex - Muscle Theft

“Fuck bro it’s only been a half an hour and my balls already churned you down to nothin but cum! I really didn’t think you’d digest that quickly… Sorry dude”

CHAPTER 1: Roy Goes for A Walk

Roy awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside the bedroom window. What bedroom, and what window by extension, alluded him for a good couple of seconds. Did we make it to the house? was the first question to cross his mind, followed immediately by, where on earth am I?

He tried to move, but his joints protested. He remembered having a lot to drink, being with Lloyd, Rich and Max, and… some other guy. What was his name? He tried not to focus on the questions, which only seemed to pile higher and higher in his mind, and instead focused all his energy on getting out of the bed, specifically dislodging his body from underneath Rich, who must have rolled over in his sleep.

Rich. Roy smiled to himself and shook his head. He had known Rich longer than any of the other guys. The two had become friends at a summer camp in Junior year of high school. That they ended up in the same college—in the same dorm for that matter—was pure coincidence. Though their friendship often seemed like the most obviously hostile on the surface, it was easily the strongest. Roy had supported Rich through so many tough times, failed tests, ugly breakups, that by now they were inseparable.

And in this case, literally inseparable.

With all his strength, Roy shoved the unconscious Rich to the other side of the bed and slipped off. Rich landed with a THUD against Max, and gave an unassuming snore.

“Dipshit,” Roy said with a cackle, and sauntered out of the room.

He took immediate notice of the fact that he was still wearing his clothes. As he walked down the hallway out towards the kitchen and living room, the memories of the pervious night began to resurface one by one. How could they have been stupid enough to stay in some random stranger’s house? Roy thought. There must have been something in those beers, some drug that made them all want to pass out on that bed together. But the one question that remained swimming in Roy’s mind was simple: why?

Footsteps outside drew Roy’s attention to the window, where he could see someone starting to approach the house. He knew it must have been the ranch owner who’d seduced them last night. Why could he still not remember his name?

Wood creaking on the porch. Roy stood up straight, breathed in deep, preparing to tell the man off as soon as he walked inside. To demand answers to the questions that were now worrying him sick.

The door opened. Roy opened his mouth. And stopped.

“Well how’ya doin’ son?” the man asked, tipping his cowboy hat. This was not the man who’d got them drunk last night. This man was something else, a grade A charm bomb and easily the most attractive man Roy had ever seen.

Wait a minute, that didn’t make sense. No, you don’t like guys. Stop it. Roy shook his head. “I…” he stammered, “I’m sorry I thought you were—“

“Beck?” the cowboy laughed, “aw shoo. Nah, I’m his partner in crime. Thom’s the name.” He reached out a hand. Roy instinctively shook it. He needed to know how his skin felt against his. He needed to feel the roughness of his hands scratch his fingers. And when it did, it sent Roy into a dizzy haze.

“You must be one of the boys Beck brought in last night. How’d ya sleep?”

“Umm… agh… good! It was good I… sorry, we should probably get going. We were supposed to make it to my parent’s house by sunset.”

“Ah now, what’s a few more hours gonna hurt?” Thom slapped the young man’s shoulder. By now, he was having to hide the erection slowly building in his pants. “Why don’t I take you on a tour of the grounds?”

“No—Yes! I mean… shouldn’t I wake everyone else up first?” What a ridiculous question. And yet, Thom seemed to exercise a kind of control over Roy. For some reason, he felt like he needed the man’s permission.

Tom shook his head, “I think we’ll be alright.”

The ranch seemed to look even more beautiful in the morning. How this was possible, Roy did not know. All he knew is that the second he walked outside, he never wanted to go back in. The breeze was perfectly calm, the sun appropriately bright. The birds, which acted like an alarm clock in the bedroom, were now serenading him as he and the cowboy marched down the steps and out towards the barn.

“Where are we going?” Roy asked, to which Thom replied:

“To the storehouse! Can’t expect to be on a cowboy ranch without the right cowboy gear!”

Roy’s heart skipped a beat. Was he finally going to be able to jettison these awkward shorts and sandals in favor of something more appropriate? Something more manly, something like…

“Here we are!” Tom said as he fumbled with the lock on a small door on the side of the barn. It clicked open, and he swung the barn door aside to reveal the most beautiful thing Roy had ever seen in his life.

Rows of them. Cowboy hats. Leather boots with silver spurs, flannel tops and boot cut jeans. Belts and bolo ties, saddles and cow-skin jackets. It was the mother load: cowboy heaven. And for a moment, Roy actually felt like he was dead, and had entered some other realm.

“This is…” he stumbled over his words, looking over the clothes with wonder and admiration, “amazing.”

“Wanna try some on?” Thom asked.

Roy gazed up at him doe eyed. He didn’t even need to say yes for Thom to know. He walked over and ran his hand through a rack of jeans.

“What size are you?” he asked.

“30x32,” Roy replied, his eyes caught on the glistening edge of one of the belts. He’d always had an interest in clothing. Not ‘fashion’ per sea, but just in clothes, in presentability. The cowboy outfit was his favorite look, though he didn’t know that until he found himself standing there in the middle of that store room, gawking at the almost comical variety of clothes Thom and Beck had in that barn. He was just about to ask why they had so many outfits when he heard Thom’s voice from behind him.

“Well,” he said, holding a pair of jeans, “you just gonna stand there or what?”

“Right!” Roy said. He slipped out of his sandals, removed his shirt, and dropped his shorts. Thom laughed a bit as his boxers unraveled almost halfway down his thighs. “What?”

“What the hell you doin’ wearin’ those?”

“These?” He looked down at the blue undergarments. “What’s wrong with them?”

“You ain’t gonna be able to fit in these with those. It’s like wearin’ two sets of pants!”

Roy threw his arms up. “Well they’re all I have. Unless you got any better ideas!” The clever smirk on Thom’s face told him that he did. He set the jeans down and walked over to a small chest of drawers build into the wall. From the top drawer, he removed a fresh jockstrap.

Roy laughed. “Seriously?”

“Most comfortable I’ve ever been. I never leave home without one.” He lowered his jeans to show Roy the edge of his own strap, sending another rush of heat to his dick. “C’mon,” Thom continued, holding out the small piece of elastic and fabric, “if you don’t like it, you can always take it off.”

At this point, Roy didn’t need too much convincing. He took the jockstrap and dropped his underwear. He was already starting to get a little chubby, and he tried to angle his penis away from Thom as he slipped the elastic bands up his legs and over his ass. But when the pouch came over his dick, it only seemed to make the erection more prominent.

“Someone’s excited,” Thom remarked as he handed Roy the jeans. Roy blushed, and tried to come up with some way to tell him off as he pulled the jeans up his legs. Damn, he thought to himself, these are comfortable. He was right.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” It was as if he read Roy’s mind. He shifted around in the new, comfortable jeans, as Thom grabbed him a pair of black cowboy boots and a belt. “I think these’ll look good with those.”

Roy didn’t even think to question his opinion. He was so eager to get his feet inside those boots, he didn’t even think to put on socks. Within a matter of seconds, the belt and boots were on, and Roy looked as sharp as ever.

“Missing somethin’…” Thom said.

“A shirt?”

He laughed. “Nah, that’ll just slow you down.” He walked back over to the wall, and this time removed a beige cowboy hat. He handed it delicately to Roy, as if handling an infant. “I was thinkin’ about this.”

Roy’s mouth dropped. It was in his favorite shade of brown, a beautiful leather strap wrapped around the top. It was as if someone had tailor made the hat just for him.

“Try it on,” Thom said, but he didn’t even have to ask. Roy was already placing the hat on his head, feeling the rush of adrenaline through his veins, and the sudden feeling of horniness towards his dick. It was like he had turned into the most attractive specimen on earth, and all he could think about was how badass he looked donning that cowboy hat and boots.

And then, things began to feel weird.

His stomach lurched, and he stumbled back. But the feeling that followed wasn’t nauseousness; it felt like his stomach had vanished all of the sudden. He looked up at Thom, confused.

“What’s going o—“ Another lurch. This time, he felt his chest get even lighter, like he was somehow disappearing from the inside out.

Thom paced around the room, unconcerned. “Just relax son, the transformation is the hardest part. It’s smooth sailin’ after that.”

“Transformation?? What are you—“ but his voice disappeared. It was the strangest thing, he could no longer speak! He was just about to lunge at Thom, to demand answers, when Roy felt something in his lower region, something he had never felt before. A kind of super sensitivity that sent chills throughout the rest of his rapidly disappearing body.

It was like the jeans had become an extension of his legs. He could feel the calm breeze whisk against his skin… or his fabric. Even his feet, calloused and numb from years of wearing sandals, were suddenly more sensitive than his hands. He felt as they filed out the boots, as they merged with the leather, as they became the leather.

And then it hit him. What was really happening. He knew he had just enough time to look up at Thom once more, to make a silent plee, to change him back.

But Thom just smiled and nodded, charming as all hell, and clearly enjoying watching Roy transform before his eyes. He opened his mouth to try and scream one more thing, but then his mouth was gone. He reached up to touch it, but with what? Roy had no hands, no arms. And now, no torso.

The final stage of the transformation began. Roy felt his head shrink down towards his crotch. He felt the silky comfort of the jockstrap overtake his head, overtake his entire body for that matter. And then, everything went still.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t look around, and yet Roy could perceive the entire space around him. It was bizarre, though not altogether uncomfortable.

“Welp,” Thom said getting up to collect Roy’s old sandals and shorts, “looks like you won’t be needing these anymore.”

What’s going on? Roy thought, what have you turned me into? What have you done to me??

“I suspect someone will come along and find you soon. The other boys will be wonderin’ where you are.” He looked down at Roy, now crumpled up on the floor. “But don’t worry though, they’ll take one good look at’cha and they’ll have to put you on.”

Put me on? But then Roy realized. As Thom walked out of the barn, he began to take notice of himself. Of his feet, two empty cowboy boots, waiting to be filled. Of his legs, a pair of jeans crumpled on the floor. The rest of him could only have been the jockstrap, who’s fabric pouch sat facing towards the ranch.

Roy had been transformed into a pile of clothes. Not just any pile of clothes though; the clothes he had wanted so desperately to try on. As this realization hit, he felt a wave of panic hit him like nothing else he’d ever experienced. This wasn’t possible! He thought. He had a life back home, a school to graduate from. How could he do any of those things as a pile of clothes?

He tried to run, but he was frozen. He tried to call for help, but the pouch of the strap merely fluttered in the wind. He was trapped, immobile and stuck in a singular position until someone could come and find him.

But what then? Would they just leave him? Would they even know it was him?

Just when it seemed like he was destined to a life of solitude, Roy heard a call. His name, out in the distance.

“Rooooooooy?” It was Rich. They were looking for him. For how long, he did not know. But it didn’t matter. Someone was coming. He heard their footsteps approach the open door of the barn and then…

Rich. Sweaty and tired. He rested a hand against the wood of the door, surveying the empty room. “Damnit,” he said, “he’s not here either.”

No! Roy screamed in his mind. I’m here! Please, Rich, it’s me! Rich… RICH. You dipshit, get back here!

Rich stopped. He turned around to look at the pile of clothes. Did he hear me? Roy thought, but the look on Rich’s face said otherwise. Instead, he looked at Roy with curiosity and a strange longing.

“That’s bizarre,” Rich said, kneeling down and looking at the clothes. He scanned the room again, as if there were some naked cowboy there just waiting to pop out and grab the clothes.

Roy was about to explode. He kept screaming at Rich for him to pick him up, try to communicate.

Finally, Rich shook his head. “Eh, why the hell not.” He began to take off his shoes and drop his pants.

What?? Roy thought. No, no. Don’t put me on! Rich it’s me! It’s your buddy Roy! From summer camp, from college! Don’t wear me, I’m not—

But then he took off his underwear. All 9 inches of his cock spilled out and waved in the sweet summer air. Roy had heard whispers about Rich’s dick. He always passed it off as girls spreading rumors, but laying there in a clump, staring up at his behemoth of a cock, he knew they were all true. Rich did have a 9 inch penis, and he was about to fill Roy with it.

At this, Roy felt excitement. Not like the excitement he felt at seeing Thom for the first time. This was primal, deeply sexual. This was his whole purpose, to support some guy’s dick and show off his ass.

No, stop it. This isn’t you. You’re a human. A normal human.

But Rich was already starting to handle Roy. He was already starting to slide him up the length of his legs, hot and wet with sweat. He was starting to fit his feet through the holes of Roy’s jeans, and into the two holes of his feet— his boots. With every motion he took, every time he touched Roy and ran his hands across his soft, fabric skin, the young man grew more and more attached to Rich. The more he longed to have his cock fill his jockstrap face. to have his ass fill his jeans and his feet fill out his leather boot legs.

He needed to be worn.

With one final motion, Rich pulled Roy up over his dick. Roy was immediately overcome with a rush of heat and force as the cock filled out his pouch. He felt his body expand and mold along with Rich’s. And as Rich fastened the buckle over Roy and sealed his fate, all apprehensions about living his life as clothing vanished. He loved clothing, after all, and he loved Rich. In the strangest way, everything felt right, and as Rich’s infamous dick slipped a little pre cum into Roy’s silky white skin, he felt himself orgasm so powerfully, he could swear the young man could hear his pleasure-fueled moans and groans.

“Hmm,” Rich mumbled, “that’s strange.” He could have sworn he heard his voice calling out to him from somewhere. Somewhere close, somewhere below him. But it wasn’t possible; there was no way Roy could have been in that empty dressing room. He was out on the ranch somewhere, and Rich had to find him if he had any hope of getting home.

Little did he know, their journey had only just begun.

T O  B E  C O N T I N U E D …

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𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐜𝐬.

𓇼 finnick odair who snorts with tears of laughter welling in the corners of his eyes when he laughs too hard. when you two share jokes and bring up funny moments you had together.

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𖦹 finnick odair who bought you a surfboard that matches with his for your birthday. he customized it to fit you, with little drawings of pearls and sea stars that remind him of you along it. when not in use, it's on full display in your shared bedroom as your prized possession.

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𖦹 finnick odair who always wants you there with him when he's taking a bath or shower. he finds comfort in water itself, so it's only fitting that he gets to have his pretty girl with him. he always finds a way to make it fun when you two bathe, sitting on opposite ends of the tub and shaping little creatures out of the bubbles.

𓇼 finnick odair who can't even pretend he doesn't like it when you wear his clothes. it makes his heart swoop when he sees you walking around in one of his tee-shirts, especially when in public.

𖦹 finnick odair who randomly picks you up to kiss your lips whenever he wants. you two could be in a meeting in thirteen and he'll wrap your legs around his waist to get as much of your lips as he wants. it causes glares from haymitch and coin, but does he really care if you're right there with him?

𓇼 finnick odair who will always be there to be a shoulder to cry on. more than that, even. he'll comfort you until the end of time. finnick will always and forever be there to support you, help you after your nightmares, to kiss your forehead with passion and wrap has arms around your shaking body, acting as a shield from whatever horrors were brought by the capitol.

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