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Hi. I saw that you were happy to transform some guys. I wouldn't mind getting the ol' Hunkification treatment. Need a change in my life.

snap

Come here bro. Have a sit down. Let me take care of you. Take off your shirt, that’s it. And your pants too. Skinny jeans? Forget those. Gym shorts will be more your style.

Now, where to start. Hair? It’s all over you. Your chest, legs, face and arms. It’s not crazy unkempt, but you have a satisfying amount. Let’s make it a reddish-brown tint. You’re not a redhead, per say. But in the right light you can see it.

A nice hairy chest like yours needs pecs to go with it. Guys are gonna love curling their fingers around that fur of yours! They’ll follow it down your six pack stomach and into your hairy groin and dick. Glorious.

Let’s pump up your arms too. You spend a lot of time working on your chest, shoulders and arms. It’s paying off big time.

Just got the finishing touches … I’m thinking stink? A hairy guy like you needs sweat and musk to go with it. Have a whiff of those hairy pits of yours. Smells good, right?

im tired of being a twink quite nerd! can you make me an obnoxious jock that only cares about fucking and football?

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Heard you want to be an obnoxious football jock? I can do that, sure thing. Who wants to be a nerd anyway? Jocks are better.

Stand right there, let’s get a look at you. You’ll need to be taller. Your spine, legs and arms are crunching up as they all lengthen. Six foot will give us plenty to work with.

Your face is too… Nerdy. Needs to be way cuter. Let’s harden up your jaw, tighten up your nose. Perfect. You’re “ruggedly handsome” now.

What does every football bro need? Muscles! And you’re getting a lot of them. Roll your shoulders around for me, feel them get bigger and broader. Oh yeah. Lift up your arms for me to flex. Yeah, there’s nothing there right now but watch them inflate now. Look at those pythons! Fuck dude. You’re built. Your chest is pushing out, and your stomach is flattening into a tight six pack. The veins on your arms are popping out. You're a specimen.

But you don't have the brain to match. Your nerd days are over, long live the jock! You're a fuck boy now, fucking anyone that will consent. And it doesn't matter what their gender is. You're at school on a scholarship, but don't about classes, assignments or homework. Just keep flexing those muscles, working out that body, and winning on game days. You got this, bro.

Here's your gear. Go get dressed! It's game time.

I hate my job as a professor. I've been doing this for three decades. I see this big oafs that come on a football scholarship or wrestling scholarship and just wonder how easy my life would be if I was one of them.

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Professor, what’s another word for pirate treasure?

That’s right. Booty! Now back that ass up and let’s embiggen it. Embiggen? Is that a word? How would you know - you’re fucking dumb as shit. Look at you, laughing at your own farts.

But wait, your arms are too thin. Flex 'em for me and watch them grow. Amazing, right? Oh I forgot you're slower now. Let me take it down to your level: Arms big, bro!

I’ll add some muscle here, flatten this part there. Tighten up your pits a bit (I love jock pits). And there you are. A football muscle jock. Lift up that jersey and show us what you're working with you sexy beast.

Sometimes I look into the mirror and hate how short and chubby I am. Is there something you can do to change that?

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Hey little buddy, I'm sorry you're so down on yourself. Let's see what I can do to help you out, shall I?

Your legs are getting thicker and more muscular. I'll thin out your stomach and harden it with some abs. Go ahead and flex them, run your fingers across your flat stomach. All that chub is gone. You like?

But look at your chest! It's expanding, growing and pushing out, right in front of your eyes. Massive man-tits. But don't worry, it's all muscle. That muscle will continue into your arms and shoulders. You've got a massive top shelf now.

Can I alter your face? Wait, why am I asking for permission. Let's add some facial hair: a tight and tidy moustache and a goatee? Short, curly hair on top. Dark hair, yeahhh that's it! Oh baby, we're gonna have to go all out now. Your skin is getting darker. A dark caramel-like brown.

And done! You're still short, but at least you're not short and chubby — you're short and muscular!

dude. please make me into a huge fucking himbo!! i blow my wad at your tfs all the time.

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I'm honoured you would get off on my powers. It is what they're for, after all! Let's set you up with the ultimate jerk off.

We’ll take it from the bottom up. Close your eyes, stroke that cock of yours, and follow my words. By the time I'm done, you'll be a completely new man! Relax and enjoy yourself.

Feel your feet start to tingle? Creating some pressure in your socks and shoes? They're getting bigger, longer and stronger. That warmth is starting to slowly travel up your legs, making them to twitch and flex beneath you. 

Actually, let’s get you out of those clothes. With you stripped down, I can watch those muscles of yours grow in real time. Maybe I'll stroke my cock along with you.

Now that you're naked, let's keep going. Keep stroking your dick. That's it. Picture your dick, hard and leaking in your hand, growing thicker and longer with each stroke. Feel the heavy weight of your balls, full of cum, swinging between your legs as they draw up closer to your body. Feels good, right?

Your calves are growing now, the muscles hardening into solid columns of power. And your knees ... far too knobly. I'm going to make them powerful so they sit perfectly below your thighs. Speaking of your thighs, oh man, they're gonna be something else. Feel the muscles there expanding, becoming dense and powerful? These are the kind of legs that could crush a watermelon or thrust for hours!

That's it, keep rubbing your dick. It's okay to slow down as you feel these changes. Just don't cum until I say so.

I want to really indulge in your ass. The globes of your butt should be rounder and firmer. A perfect handful! Clench and release your muscles as you stroke your cock, imagining someone grabbing onto your transformed ass as they fuck you senseless. You fucking love it, you himbo slut.

I'm gonna move to your chest and arms. A himbo like you needs a huge chest. Take a deep breath as your pecs swell outward, your nipples hardening into stiff peaks. They might be a little more sensitive. You should check though. Go ahead and tweak them a little while you rub your cock. I bet that feels good, right?

Your arms are have to be more defined and vascular with the muscles pulsing with power. Your shoulders are broadening, with the bones shifting and reshaping to support your increasing mass. I think I'll make your neck thicker, so it can support the weight of your expanding head.

Speaking of your head... I'm going to square up that jaw and make those lips thicker too. How do you feel about facial hair? A himbo like you will need just a little bit of scruff.

You're breathing heavy now. Don't worry, we're almost done. Look at your dick leaking. Get ready to finish up - your mind is feeling lighter now. All your "big" thoughts are fizzling out and draining to your balls. From now on you're just care about gym, food and fucking. You ready?

Cum for me, bro. Show me what I've done to you. Let it all out—your cum, your smarts, everything that made you the man you used to be. You are a new you: a huge, musclebound himbo who lives for the lift, the pump, and the endless pursuit of pleasure. Welcome to the good life dude.

Inspired from your profile picture I wonder if it's possible to become a professional icehockey player too. I know they are quite dumb but they are famous, rich and have a lot of time enjoying their life. maybe they have a secret crush on a team mate but hiding it when dating cheerleaders, models and so on. Is there a way to exchange my life for one of them?

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So you want to be a hockey player, huh? First of all, you're way too small. You need to be BIGGER, much bigger. Like, 230 pounds of pure, tough fucking muscle. Yeah, that's better. What do you think of that? Look at yourself! Feel the raw power in your arms, your thighs, your core. Man, you're a big boy now. Go ahead and look at that ass I've made for you! From now on you'll be getting pants tailored for that ass — no more off the rack pants for you!

But I do have to take away some intelligence. You'll be saying "um" and "er" a lot, especially in those post-game interviews.

Take a look at yourself now. Built for strength, speed and shooting pucks. Get out on the ice and show them who's boss.

hey! I’ve always wanted to play hockey but wound up studying and focusing on school. I was wondering if you could make me into a meathead hockey player. Happy to exchange some of my smarts for the process.

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Another hockey player? Maybe I need to use my Everything Powers to make everyone forget that this is a soft spot for me? Or maybe not…

I've had a couple of guys in here who wanted to become hockey players too. You should see the asses on them! Oh wait, no need to see those asses… Check out your own ass, bud! That’s the result of squats for days. You like it?

Sorry about this bud, but you’re going to lose some height. Not a lot of height, don’t panic! But it’ll be some height. Like 5’11. And you’re younger. Barely 20 years old and playing in the ‘O’. You know all about the O! That’s Junior hockey in the OHL.

Since you’re young and just coming into your own, you’re not going to be as muscular and built as some of the other guys, but you’ll get there. One thing’s certain though, you fucking love hockey. It’s all you think about! Nothing is more important than playing puck and making it to the NHL.

One thing I will give you is some extra 'flow'. That's what hockey players call their long hair. You know all about that, of course. Run your fingers through it, and feel the length. Go ahead and slick it back, makes it easier to put your helmet on! How about a bit of facial hair to go with it? Just a little bit of scruff. Looking good, man.

Here’s your gear. Get dressed and head out. The team is waiting.

From Textbooks To...

This story is a birthday gift I wrote for my writer friend @mrcavanaughtf. After letting him have it as an exclusive present for a few days and getting permission, I’m sharing it to the blog as well. This story was written with two separate paths of transformation and I have included both given my indecisiveness.

On the eve of his 27th birthday, Henry Cavanaugh was quite excited for the festivities that were planned. No, he wasn’t planning on having a lavish party with all of his friends and family. Given the threat of the pandemic and his busy job as a teacher, he was just extremely eager to have a day all for himself. The concept of just relaxing all day, playing video games, and not marking papers was just way too appealing for the transformation enthusiast to pass up. 

However, upon a knock on his door, he had no idea that a fellow transformation writer had very different plans for him. As he greeted the delivery man and signed for the package, he grew incredibly confused as to what was held within the bulky box. With the jet black box and gold ribbon not providing any details as to who sent it, Henry curiously opened the box to discover the contents. While peering into the box, he was greeted to the sight of a weathered 50-lbs dumbbell and a used football. He couldn’t understand why someone would waste such lovely packaging on such ratty materials, so he curiously rummaged through the wrapping paper in search for some sort of note. 

At last, his fingers finally scraped against the edge of an envelope that he then quickly pulled out of the box. The note itself was fairly ornate with gorgeous typography and a gold-lined envelope, impressing the man, yet leaving him more confused by the condition of the items sent. Eager to uncover the source of the gift, he pulled the note out of the envelope and tossed it aside before opening it up and reading it.

Dear Mr. Cavanaugh,

I heard it was your birthday and I was eager to share this gift with you. I have gone through great lengths to acquire these items for you, so I hope you enjoy this. With these two items, they offer you a brand new life to experience for yourself for the next year. 

I’m well aware of your interest in both football and working out, so I have prepared two lives that would each appeal to one of these facets of your personality. I’m a big fan of free will, so I’ll leave the decision in your hands. Once you have decided, please rip the card in half and grab the item of your choice. Upon this sequence of events, you will find yourself transported into your new life for the next year. I am quite excited to see what you choose for yourself. I’m absolutely sure that you’ll enjoy either choice you made.

Here’s to a transformative 27th year!

Sincerely,

Soul-Controller

Now understanding what was going on, Henry grew excited about the possibilities. As he looked at the dumbbells and the football, he grew a bit anxious about trying to decide. He had a soft spot for all of the football jocks that he had often spent so much time writing his stories about. But on the flipside, he couldn’t resist the potential of becoming a completely buff gym-goer too.

Upon a few more minutes of contemplation, he made his mind up. Following the instructions, he ripped up the note, took a deep breath, and grasped onto the...

Dumbbells

As his hands grasped onto the weathered dumbbell, Henry grew more and more excited as he felt a burst of wind slowly surround his body. It was incredible and awe-inducing, but before he could react further, his body grew incredibly light-headed. Within seconds, Henry fell unconscious as his soul was pulled from his body and sent to his new one.

Despite what felt like seconds, Henry gasped for air as he forcefully returned to a conscious state. Worn out and gasping for breath, he couldn’t help but compare the experience to what he assumed being defibrillated would feel like. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he looked around the room he now found himself in. While he was previously in his living room, Henry was absolutely positive that he now found himself in some sort of home gym. Upon looking at the sea of expensive gym equipment, he knew that he wasn’t some beginner bodybuilder. No, this was the home gym of someone who made a career in a gym. Henry walked around the room, chuckling to himself as he stared at the dumbbell collection and took note of the missing 50-lbs dumbbell that was now seemingly laying on the floor of his living room. As he looked up from the equipment, he looked in shock as he found himself in a large mirrored wall that informed him of his new identity. 

By the sight he saw in the mirror, Henry knew that his friend actually did provide him a life that he had always longed for. Staring back at Henry was the striking visage of bodybuilder and model Ryan Terry. For years, Henry had thirsted over the British jock and now he found himself in the body of his long-time crush! While looking his body up and down, his new face had a look of awe as he stared at the intense musculature he now possessed.

Henry couldn’t help but chuckle in his deeper voice as he realized that he now got the chance to live as Ryan for the next year. In his excitement, the new equipment he possessed from within his sweatpants quickly began to harden. This problem was not at all remedied when Henry began to throw up various poses that showed off Ryan’s rippling muscles. Now incredibly curious, he quickly began to throw himself into a workout to test out his new body. With his original body, Henry was still quite muscular, but as Ryan, Henry’s strength was at a whole other level. It was shocking just how much more weight Henry had to add to the barbell before he even broke a sweat. 

After racking his weights and heading into the living room, he heard the sound of Ryan’s wife cooking up some food in the kitchen. With his pants still tented from just how hot he found his new body, he figured that he might be able to get some relief with his new wife. Henry was sure that she wouldn’t mind having a bit of fun upstairs and admiring his sweaty and jacked body…

As they headed upstairs, Henry couldn’t help but have a wide grin spread on his face. He knew that he’d enjoy being Ryan, but he wasn’t too sure that he would be willing to leave such a hunky body. Once the year is almost over, Henry might just have to ask his friend to see if he could get an extension in this body...

Footballs

As his hands grasped onto the used football, Henry grew more and more excited as he felt a burst of wind slowly surround his body. It was truly magical and exciting for the man, but before he could react further, his body grew incredibly light-headed. Within seconds, Henry fell unconscious as his soul was pulled from his body and sent to his new one.

Despite what felt like only seconds, Henry gasped for air as he forcefully returned to a conscious state. While he was gasping for breath, Henry couldn’t help but compare the experience to what he assumed being defibrillated would feel like. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he looked around the room he now found himself in. While he was previously in his living room, Henry was absolutely positive that he now found himself in someone else’s house. Upon inspecting the room, he found himself surrounded by countless football memorabilia. Interestingly enough, one of the glass cases that was supposed to house a used game football was now completely empty. At this point, Henry grew concerned about whether he was now just some football fan in their man cave or a player with an intense respect for the game. Eager to figure out, Henry searched in the pockets of his shorts and pulled out a cell phone. Quickly opening the phone with face ID, Henry opened up the camera app and learned just who he had become for the next year...

Reflected back to Henry was the adorable face of former Bears quarterback Mitch Trubisky. As a smile spread across his face, Henry couldn’t help but blush as he realized that he was now in the body of a man that he had quickly gained a crush for. While looking into the camera and making a series of facial expressions, it was clear why Henry had taken so kindly to the football star. With his hunky appearance and approachable personality, he was quite the man to be jealous of. Despite his admiration for the player, Henry soon remembered that Mitch’s former team didn’t have the same feelings for him. He suddenly recalled an article he read a few weeks ago stating that Trubisky had left the team and signed with the Buffalo Bills. 

Upon remembering this tidbit, Henry grew excited about the possibilities. Given that he was now on a new team, there was no real pressure about keeping up appearances. Henry could just be himself and make friends on the team naturally, rather than having to try to fit in with his teammates if he was still signed with the Bears.

As Trubisky, Henry was sure that he could make waves in the young jock. He definitely had the potential of becoming a major star in the sport, so it was quite unfortunate that he could never break through. With his mind beginning to run more and more rampant, Henry started to ponder if this is just what Trubisky needed to have his big break. Given Henry’s incredible interest in the sport despite living in another country, Henry was incredibly motivated to make an impact during his year-long excursion as Mitch. It also didn’t help that the thought of Henry leading the team to victory and possibly even a Super Bowl left him incredibly turned on. 

Although he knew that Mitch had a girlfriend, Henry couldn’t help but begin to think about the possibilities of growing closer to another Bills player, Josh Allen. Henry also had a slight attraction to that quarterback as well, so his daydream fantasies grew more sexual. As he laid back in the chair, Henry’s hand moved underneath his pants as he began to fantasize more about trying to get intimate with the other hunky QB after a grueling practice. Surely, there might be some tension on Josh’s part as Mitch arrives as a new QB option, but if Henry could help alleviate that via some physical intimacy, he wouldn’t be opposed if it helped the team morale. 

As Henry began to stroke his new equipment and fall deeper into his lust, he couldn’t have been happier with the new body he had been given. Based on just his daydreams alone, Henry knew that there are tons of possibilities while being in Mitch’s body. With each passing stroke, Henry grew determined to not let a single opportunity go to waste for the next year!

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Can you turn my 18 year old male self with no life into a beer drinking dumb horny muscle football alpha Jock bro

The Big Man On Campus

When you wake up the next morning, you realize that your wish has been granted. By the sight before you, it’s clear that you’re no longer in the drab setting of your dorm room. Instead, you find yourself in a large room adorned with various football memorabilia and other athletic trinkets. Unsure what’s going on, you rub your eyes, grab your cell phone, and open the camera to verify that you’re not dreaming and that this is truly happening to you.

Upon opening up the camera app, you’re greeted to the sight of a hairy jock. No longer are you a weak college freshman that lacked any ability to grow muscle. Now, you’re a bulky stud who seemingly is quite the football fan based on the decorations in your room. You run your hands through your impressive beard and smile with glee. Previously, you were completely unable to grow any facial hair beyond some pitiful peach fuzz, so this luscious beard is quite the improvement.

Looking downward, you look at your hairy and meaty pectorals and chuckle at the sight. As you flex them and watch them pop at your whim, you’re overwhelmed with a new sense of pride and authority in your new form. With a body like this, it’s highly unlikely that anyone would treat you poorly. While your hands travel further down your torso, your fingers ripple against your hairy stomach and prominent abdominals. Before you continue to explore your nether regions, you take a closer look at your arms. As you look at them and notice just how noticeable they now are, you become quite impressed by just how bulky they are. Throwing them up and beginning a series of flexes, your grin soon turns into an enthusiastic look of ecstasy. Prior to today, you had been unable to grow any muscle despite all of your best efforts. You had always dreamed about having bulging biceps that would strain any long-sleeve shirt you wore… and now you finally have them.

Before you could continue to explore, you soon find your throat becoming incredibly dry and in desperate need of something to quench it. In response, you quickly hop up from your bed and stumble around, navigating around a bedroom floor that is scattered with clothing, sports equipment, and textbooks. Your eyes fall upon a small mini-fridge, so you quickly move over to it and pull it open. Instead of finding the sight of cold water bottles, you’re greeted to a fridge full of beers. Despite your apprehension of drinking alcohol after just waking up, your throat begs for relief, so you compromise and comply with your parched throat. Quickly, you pull a bottle out of the fridge, pop it open, and begin to chug the drink. As you finish taking a sip, you let out an audible sigh as you feel your thirst surprisingly quenched quickly.

With your throat feeling better and you now out of bed, you grow interested in exploring the rest of your new residence. You step out of the bedroom and find yourself in an absolutely trashed house, indicating that you’re most likely in one of the campus’ infamous frat houses. While you walk around the cluttered house, you absentmindedly continue to take swigs out of the bottle until you find it empty. Your body moves on auto-pilot as it heads into the kitchen and pops open another bottle from the main fridge. Letting a hearty belch escape from your lips, you chuckle to yourself and start your drinking endeavors once more. 

Unknown to you, the beers you’ve been drinking are actually the conduits to help facilitate your complete transformation into the man you desired. With each passing chug and swig, you begin to adapt more and gain the appropriate mannerisms for the dumb alpha jock life you desired. Memories of being the valedictorian in high school are silently unraveling in the depths in your mind, with new memories of being a barely-passing student beginning to emerge. Despite your struggles to get passing grades, your memories inform you of your privilege. Due to your football prowess and you being the child of an alumni, you were lucky enough to get a full-ride scholarship. Given that you’ve now helped lead the team to victory for multiple seasons now, the college is more than willing to strongarm professors to give you passing grades to keep their championship titles and acclaim pouring in. With another swig, your personality takes another hit as any sort of motivation you once had for school completely fades from existence. For the new you, college was just a way to play ball, facilitate constant hookups, and party with all of your bros.

Speaking of bros, you soon are greeted to a few of your frat brothers, who stumble out of their bedrooms after seemingly having a wild night as well. With the influence of beer at work, your personality quickly grows intimidating as your stance changes and your demeanor with these men also change. Originally, these men used to be quite the assholes to you. However, now in your new life, these men are your underlings. Memories begin to implant within your mind, informing you about all of the wild times you’ve had with these men over your several years here. As the fraternity president, you run a tight ship and that includes pranking your pledges and also demeaning them about their lack of muscles and “faggy behaviors”.  As a result, any nervousness that you once had about being solely in your underwear completely melts away from your mind. You’re the president here, so you can do anything you want. You’re the hot shot jock on campus and due to that, the world is your oyster.

After enough sips of the enchanted beer, your intimidating personality takes complete control. Once you finish messing with your pledges, you excuse yourself and begin to head towards the bathroom to wash up. Before you completely leave the living area, you quickly deposit your empty bottle into the trash and grab another for the trek back. Not caring about any deadlines or plans, you enter the bathroom and decide to take your time. With no more cares in the world, you ultimately opt for a bath to soak and just vibe out and enjoy your new life. However, to you, you now believe that you’ve always been this way. 

While you’re in the bath, each sip from the bottle helps finalize the changes. While you once were a horny freshman thirsting over the fraternity jocks, you’re now solely interested in the concept of fucking the blonde bombshells on the cheerleading team. While soaking, each passing thought about pounding those ladies and grabbing onto their perky tits leads your new and larger dick to quickly firm up. Originally, I was expecting for your transformation to be over the course of a couple days, but I underestimated the influence of college-promoted alcoholism. With your mind running rampant about your new heterosexual fantasies, you take one last swig before putting the bottle down at the side of the tub. With both hands free, you wrap your meaty hands around your shaft and begin to eagerly stroke while imagining all of the pussy you get as the hottest alpha jock on campus.

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Becoming Royce Dunne

Sitting here in my chair, I take a deep breath as I push away from my desk and keyboard. After hours of writing and editing, I finally was able to complete another story for my blog. For some reason however, this story was quite the chore for me to get through. With all of my feeble attempts at trying to simulate the experience of a gym-goer, I found myself confused and unable to really engross myself in the world that my main protagonist was in. Thanks to the assistance of Google and YouTube though, I was able to fake it till I completed my best possible version of the story I was looking to tell. But even as I moved forward with the story, I still had slight annoyance at my problems with writing this story. But due to me not wanting to further delay my output, I quickly posted the story and went about the rest of my day.

Leaning further back, I aimlessly went about my day and pulled up close to my desk once more. Unsure of what to do, I just fell down a deep hole of binging random videos on YouTube and playing a few games to try and both stay awake and move out of writer mode. However, no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept going back to the new story and trying to better envision the gym lifestyle that I was attempting to replicate. Growing increasingly frustrated, I couldn’t help but think about how much better my stories could be if I had a lifestyle of a jock who loved going to the gym. Despite my enjoyment of transforming other people into their desires, I had never really used my abilities on myself. 

However, as I continue to ponder the possibilities of who I could become, I couldn’t help but be more and more swayed into eventually giving into my temptations. If I could become some sort of jock and gain the gym experience, I figured that it would only help my writing. I began to visualize myself in the gym in some sort of jock body, which immediately caused myself to grow increasingly turned on by the possibilities. Of course, it didn’t take much longer for me to finally make my mind up and decide to try this out. Despite my immediate boner begging me to get the transformation started, I soon began to ponder who I could possibly want to be for a short while. Deciding to go body hunting, I grinned as I pulled up multiple social media apps in an attempt to find the perfect match for what I’m desiring.

After several minutes of endlessly scrolling through my feed, I finally came across a man that I’d definitely love to be. Looking at the photos belonging to the Australian hunk Royce Dunne, I couldn’t help but begin to fantasize myself with a body like his. Scrolling through his feed and staring at the man’s incredibly buff physique, I knew that I’d enjoy every moment with a body like that. Like c’mon now, just look at the man...

Given that Royce is from Australia, I know automatically that I didn’t want to swap bodies. The concept of finding myself in an entirely new country was incredibly daunting and immediately left me growing anxious. As I continued to think about that, I remembered that the man was straight with a wife and kids. I wasn’t a kid person and the concept of having to fake it with a woman was not a pleasing thought, so if I could avoid dealing with all of that, the better it would be for everyone. After a few more minutes of attempting to figure out other options of transformation, I came up with the plan to transform myself into a duplicate of the muscular jock.

With my mind made up, I decided to waste no more time and immediately began to transform myself into the stunning Royce. The changes started small, with my hair quickly changing in terms of style and color. Curious to see the changes, I fished my phone out of my pocket and stared in shock as each strand of hair grew a few shades darker. As the hair finishes changing, I feel a slight twinge of numbness shoot through my face. Immediately I begin to feel my face slightly reforming, as if my face was made of clay and slowly melting and drooping from the heat of an intense sun. With my free hand instinctively moving towards my face, I now realize how shocking it is to experience these changes first hand. Looking into the phone camera, I note the fact that my face thinning out and my nose is growing more and more pronounced by the second. As my hand continues to explore my evolving face, it’s strange how foreign and yet familiar the new arrangement on my face feels. 

After a few more minutes, I slowly begin to feel that twisting and contorting sensation disappear from my face. Looking closer at myself, I gasp as my face now looks exactly like Royce’s. Trying to find some amusement out of this change, I begin to squint into the camera, watching as the darker and more defined eyebrows move in tandem to my various expressions. Continuing to look around, I smile and watch the replicated face of Royce do the same in the camera. As I stare intensely at myself changing, I watch and chuckle as my facial hair quickly reforms as well. Each strand grows lighter until it takes on an almost ginger-like appearance as my facial hair magically shaves down until it’s a perfect match of the man’s trimmed look.

With my face now the complete spitting image of the fitness expert, the changes soon progress downwards. In response, I quickly take off my shirt as I can feel the changes begin to affect my neck and shoulders. By the time I’m able to rip my shirt off my body, it’s clear that my neck has grown thicker and my shoulders have now been completely decked out with insane muscles. “Oh damn” I say, chuckling as soon as I hear the Aussie voice coming out of my mouth. Looking down, I watch as my body continues its incredible change. With a smile on my face, I watch as my chubby body begins to immediately shrink down. Within seconds, any bit of flab completely melts away from my body and leaves a taut and thin frame in its place. 

Surprisingly, the changes smoothly occur, with the flab quickly dissipating from my body with no pain or any other noticeable sensations. 

As soon as this change finishes though, I grunt in pain as my body suddenly tenses up. I grit my teeth as sensations that I could only describe as resembling Charley horses rock my body. Based on my own ability to watch the changes occur to others, it’s clear to me that the muscle growth is most likely about to begin. My observations are then proven to be correct as I begin to feel my body inflate with muscle. The sensation the growth provides is strange, it felt almost as if my body was being inflated like a water balloon just under my epidermis. With this warm tingling sensation coursing through my body, I look down and chuckle as I watch thick pectorals make their proud appearance. Touching them gingerly, I grin widely as I feel the muscle and the newfound heft that it now brings to my once flabby chest.

After several attempts, I grow incredibly proud of myself as I’m eventually able to pop my pectorals. I laugh in response to my newfound ability, which causes a deep bellowing laugh to escape from my throat. Even if I didn’t get to a gym, this change was already worth it just to experience firsthand what my various subjects undergo. A deep tingle in the pit of my stomach causes me to stop admiring my chest and stare as abdominal muscles begin to push forth. Running my hands down my new muscular additions, my mind instantly visualizes travelling down cobblestone roads as my hands bump and wave across each muscle’s peaks and valleys. Finishing up the changes on my torso, I look down to my waistline and watch as the long-desired “v” of an Adonis belt manifests onto my new body.

Before the changes could progress further down, I feel the tingle permeate through my arms, indicating that these limbs would be the next to be changed. The magic wastes no time, as I stare wide-eyed as my hands grow thicker and my forearms widen out to make room for the new set of biceps that would surely be appearing on me soon. A searing pain strikes on my inner arm, which makes me jump up in pain and immediately tilt my limb to get a closer look at what’s going on. Upon looking at the area, I watch in awe as Royce’s tattoo begins to manifest onto my inner left arm. Once the tattoo finishes growing onto my body, I watch as my skin slightly grows tanner and loses the slightly pale complexion I once had. With these changes done, I watch in glee as my biceps finally begin to emerge, growing increasingly thicker by the minute. By the feeling that I was currently experiencing, I couldn’t believe the sensation of my biceps growing. It honestly felt as if my biceps were being inflated by a bike pump. With each corresponding pump, I felt my arms feel thicker and growing more and more uncomfortable. Upon getting to the point where my arms were seemingly at the verge of popping due to the tightness and stress, my biceps then grew wider to alleviate some pressure and allow for more growth to occur. This process continues incrementally until I’m left with an impressive set of biceps that I immediately throw up into a flex. Watching the muscle strain and the veins pop in response, I can’t help but grow incredibly aroused by the muscular being that I’m quickly becoming.

With my arms now matching my torso, the changes once again begin to progress downward, which is made abundantly clear as I feel waves of energy manifest around my crotch and legs. Underneath the fabric of my athletic shorts, it’s clear that my dick is undergoing some changes to match the jock’s. Peeking just underneath the waistband, I watch as it grows longer and slightly thicker as it becomes the seemingly spitting image of the 30 year old’s package. My thighs are the next to contort and change, as I watch my thick thighs begin to lose their heft. Of course, with the loss of the flab, intense sets of muscle soon replaces it. Turning my legs side to side in a weird attempt at a flex, I watch as the changes finish in my calves and I’m now the proud owner of an impressive set of muscular legs.

As my body finishes the big changes, a few more slight changes occur to help finish up my change. I watch as the thick dusting of body hair that covers my chest and torso begins to slightly disappear. Of course, my body remains slightly hairy, but it gains a new appearance that makes it clear that Royce was a big fan of trimming his body hair in certain places. Luckily, I’m happy to see that my pectorals were spared from the trimming. However, I can’t help but silently mourn for the body hair I lost. If I stay in this body for a long time, I’m sure that I’d want to really let that body hair grow freely.

Now that my body hair has changed, it’s clear that the transformation has completed and I am now (in terms of body) Royce Dunne. Sitting up from my chair, I stare around the room and take note of the fact that I’m now a few inches taller than what I once was. Despite the slight change, this gain along with my new physique leaves me slightly disoriented as I try to comprehend and figure out how to find my new center of gravity. Upon taking a moment to compose myself, I walk out onto my patio, eager for some fresh air.

Standing there, I catch my breath and smile as I’m now able to see my new body in broad daylight. Looking down at my body immediately leaves me incredibly turned on by my new physique. Of course, it’s no shock that I find myself getting rapidly hard in response to this admiration. However, I decide against taking care of my throbbing boner as I remember the whole point of this transformation. Despite how much I personally enjoy everything about my new body, I remind myself that this is a mission to help me better learn about the gym lifestyle and how to really workout. Remembering this fact, my mind grows determined to explore and leave this place so I can check out what exactly my body can do now.

Quickly throwing on a shirt, I head out and go to the gym right down the street from my place. Upon entering and staring at the various men and women working out, I grow slightly anxious about not seeming like a complete novice. However, upon looking down, my mind reminds me that I clearly don’t have the appearance of a novice. As a result, I should be able to steer clear from any cocky jocks and their judgmental backhanded comments. Heading into the locker room, I drop off my bag and exit towards the gym floor to explore what this body is capable of.

Luckily, I soon find my body moving on seemingly autopilot as muscle memory begins to play a role. Upon finding an empty space in the gym, I decide to start off simple and then build in terms of intensity. As a result, I begin with a few sets of squats, hiding my smile as I feel myself doing this with ease. Despite previously having some leg muscle in my real body from my previous years of playing soccer and tennis, it’s shocking just how much better I’m able to perform with this body. In fact, I even lose count of my squats and just keep doing them until I feel like I’ve had enough.

Standing up completely, I let out a deep breath and smile as I take a sip of water and eagerly get back to working out. Due to this body being on autopilot, it allows me to essentially observe what I’m doing from a weird academic lens as if I’m getting an incredible one-on-one session. Looking behind me, I take note of the barbell that was seemingly already racked yet left by another lazy patron. Staring at the weights, I take note of how much weight was racked and ponder whether I’d be able to do it or not. With my old body, it was certain that I would have never been able to do this, but with this new body, there’s quite the possibility that I could. 

Deciding to be a bit adventurous and try to make use of someone else’s laziness, I head over to it and feel my body automatically go into place to take the correct form. With no time left to waste, my hands latch onto the bar and pull it up, growing surprised at how this body was able to lift the heavy bar with ease. Upon pulling it up to my chest, my hands naturally find a new position and I watch as I drop the bar onto the ground. Hearing the large crash into the ground, a few people turn and stare at me, but their looks of worry turn into looks of admiration as I continue to repeat the same process for several cycles.

After finishing several sets of this routine, I’m eager and growing more and more excited to push this body to its limits. Finding a setup with some tall bars, I quickly jump up to it and begin to do pull ups. Despite the clear knowledge showcased by this body’s muscles, I’m still incredibly shocked as I pull up with ease and watch my body shoot up and down around the bar. Looking side to side, I watch my thick biceps bulge with each repetition as my body soon begins to grow sweaty due to the intensity of my workout. 

When my arms begin to grow weaker, I finally jump off of the bar and stop for the time being. After getting some water, I begin to walk around the gym to try and catch my breath and take a small break. As I stroll around, I take note of the various people working out and a new discovery is quickly revealed. With each person I pass, I find myself looking at their form and workout style and mentally correcting their form or thinking about what areas their body could improve in. Taking a second after making this new discovery, I grow quite stunned at how this body is also giving me workout knowledge other than simple muscle memory. Despite this new information gain, I try to remember various personal details of my real life to make sure I’m still myself. After running through a small list, it’s clear that I’m still me, which is quite the relief.

Looking back around the gym, I continue to walk around and observe the various gym goers and figure out what each individual should do to help give them the perfect physique. After finally catching my breath, I head towards the locker room and grab a new set of clothes before taking a quick shower. Despite the immediate appearance of my hardened dick as I undress and see my sweaty body, I continue to ignore it for the time being and step into the shower. Once I’m done, I twist the knob and turn the water off. As I step out and wrap the towel around my taut waist, I begin to walk towards my locker past the various other guys. Interestingly enough, as I walk I’m able to notice several interesting looks that the men in the locker room give to me. Many guys are clearly jealous, giving me angry looks as the water glistens off of my buff body. However, many guys are giving a different look, which was clearly a look of lust and admiration. Regardless, each man is looking at my impressive body intensely as I pass them by and head towards my locker. Once I reach it, I look at them and give a simple wave as I try to stay on good terms with both the lustful men and the jealous ones.

As I drop my towel to start getting dressed, I can feel the intense sets of eyes belonging to both camps of men dart to me. The jealous men only grow more angry when they see my completely built body while the lustful men attempt to contain themselves as they see my naked body turning around as I slowly put my clothes on. Once I’m dressed, I look towards them and offer up a simple “See ya” and head out towards the entrance of the gym.

However, as I pass through the door and into the lobby, I quickly stop myself as my eyes encounter a tacked up piece of paper on a bulletin board. Looking at it, I read a note from the gym stating that they’re looking for a personal trainer at the gym. Upon reading the details of the job and the salary, I begin to grow excited. Not only would this job allow me to display my muscular body nonstop, but it would also allow me to help people with the breadth of knowledge that Royce’s body gave to me. Of course, this would mean that I’d have to stay as Royce for quite a while, but I think I’m more than willing to have this form for a little while longer. He’s quite the stud, so it would be hot to wake up as this hulking jock every day. Plus, this experience will allow me to grow into a better writer, so with each passing minute, I find it increasingly hard to find any real faults to this plan. Heading towards the front desk, I flash a smile as I encounter the young receptionist. “So, where do I apply for this personal trainer job?”

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Inside The Alpha

This story is a request from @malemuscularbodyswap​. If you have a story idea you’d like me to write, feel free to send it in here!

After days of scouring the internet, William was finally able to locate something of magical value one morning before work. He had been on the search for something to help him gain the body of his dream man, a buff man named Cody. Sure, it was the best friend of William’s husband Steve, but that did not deter William from his plans. In fact, it kind of turned on the older man to imagine himself in the body of a buff bodybuilder. 

As he got ready in the bathroom, he smiled as he had finally discovered the location of an ancient bracelet that was rumored to have magical abilities. To his surprise, the item was conveniently located just a few towns over at a museum, which worked out quite well for William. Being one of the heads of the town’s art museum, William was able to convince the small town museum to trade the basic silver bracelet for a few months in exchange for a popular painting. Feeling that the deal was a no-brainer, the other museum quickly agreed to the trade and prayed that the loaned painting would hopefully help draw attendance.

Heading into his job, William immediately grabbed the painting off of the walls and drove to the nearby town, his foot tapping anxiously as he awaited the arrival of the bracelet. Once the young and frail nerdy man brought the bracelet to William, the awkward man grew uncomfortable as he watched the older man practically salivating over the old and weathered piece of metal. Wanting to just move on with his day, the man dropped the bracelet in William’s hand and quickly took his painting and ran off to figure out an ideal display location.

Once William got to his car, he screamed and laughed in joy as he now had the prime magical relic to bring his dreams to life. He gingerly took the bracelet and placed it around his wrist, surprised at just how form-fitting it was as it somehow fastened into place. Not wanting to waste any time, William quickly phoned Cody and asked if he wanted to come over and use Steve’s home gym while he was working. Given the fact that Steve had state of the art equipment, the aspiring bodybuilder jumped at the opportunity and said he’d be over in an hour or so. With the plan now in motion, William drove home with a devilish grin pulled from cheek to cheek, excited about what was to come. 

Pulling into his driveway, William caught sight of Cody and his black Mustang parked out on the curb. From the various stories that Steve had told William, it seemed like the car was the perfect chick magnet for the unfortunately straight Cody. “Not for long…” William whispered to himself, smiling as he imagined what would happen if this bracelet truly worked like that occult forum said it would.

Parking his compact smart car into his garage, William stepped out of the car and turned towards his husband’s best friend. “Hey man, are you ready to go workout?” he asked, which prompted the buff jock to excitedly agree, a dopey grin spreading onto his face. Opening the door to the house, William allowed Cody to walk in first, which allowed William to get a close inspection of his future body. 

With his shaggy brown hair, William was envious of Cody given the fact that the older man’s hair had been quickly turning gray and balding. Despite the fact that William had a thick mustache and facial hair, he was still quite envious of the dark brown stubble that adorned Cody’s face. In a thin tank top, William licked his lips as he stared at the wide biceps and bulging pectorals that were clearly showcased. There was a severe jealousy towards Cody and his built physique that Steve had known about for a while now. William had desired to become a regular gym-goer like Steve and Cody, but after months of attempting with no ability to lose his flab, William gave up on the concept and just tried to embrace his chubbier physique. He knew that his husband wasn't upset with his build, but he had a goal of becoming the best he could be despite his age, so seeing Cody nonstop only fueled his self-hatred. Staring down at his right arm, William took note of the tattoos adorning Cody’s forearm, which only added to the intimidation factor of the hulking man. 

Even though his physical appearance was intimidating, William knew from the stories that his husband told that Cody had quite the cockiness. When paired with his anger issues, Cody was quite the intimidator in the gym. He demanded control of the gym, which Steve never complained about since it allowed him and Cody to work out on any machine they wanted, any time they wanted. Whenever a steroid-infused asshole was intimidating to a female gym goer, Cody wasn’t afraid of going up to him and making sure that the men leave the women alone. Sometimes it might become physical, but Cody’s bulk allowed him to easily subdue any asshole and teach him a lesson while embarrassing him in front of the entire gym. Sure, it also helped land those ladies in his bed, but that was just an unintended side effect of his innate masculinity.

However, despite these impressive qualities, he had no real spatial awareness or was ill-prepared for surprise attacks. This was clearly evident as he walked into the living room, with William rushing behind him. Pushing his braceleted arm out, the chubby man watched as his hand slid right into the wide back of his husband’s best friend. “UNghhHhhh!” Cody groaned, unsure of what was going on. It was a weird sensation, but it wasn’t as if he was in any searing pain that alerted him to something nefarious. His bulging arms attempted to reach behind and scratch the source of sensation, but all he found was the upper stub of William’s arm pushing out from his back. “What the fuck?!” Cody cried out, attempting to flail around and pull William out and stop whatever he was trying to do.

Knowing his time was running out before the buff man would be able to stop him, your husband quickly began to push in. He slid further into the bulky body, causing Cody to stop what he was doing and groan once more at the sensations coursing through his body. “Sorry young man, but I need this body!” William stated, his last words causing Cody’s last remaining thoughts to be of intense confusion. Before Cody could do anything, William pushed completely into his new body, sealing himself inside of it. With two bodies now fighting for control, the muscular body slumped down onto the ground as a battle of two consciousnesses occurred.

For William, there was a moment of darkness before he suddenly began to regain his senses one-by-one. At first it was hearing, as William heard the automatic air freshener in the living room go off. Of course, the next sense he regained was scent as he smelled the odor of apples and cinnamon waft through the air. Opening his eyes, William’s vision regained as he found himself lying face down on the large shag rug that adored the living room. Wobbling, William reached out and grabbed onto the top of the couch as he pulled himself up back into an upright position. Looking around, he was surprised by just how tall he seemed. He licked his lips, tasting the flavor of beer. Given that William was exclusively a wine drinker, it was clear that something magical had definitely happened. Looking down at himself, he caught sight of the bulging pectorals that were now jutting out of his chest. “Holy shit, it worked!” William cried out, following that declaration up with a chuckle as he heard his new voice. 

To finally verify that all of his senses had been regained, William wasted no time touching his new body, feeling the buff musculature that he now possessed. “Wow…” he said as his hands reached below his waist to check out his new equipment. Not only was it already rock hard, which William assumed was from the pleasure of him sliding into Cody’s body, but it was also incredibly impressive. It was no wonder to William now how the straight man was able to satisfy so many women.

However, before he could react any further and undress into the house, he was interrupted by a cough coming from his left side. He turned, his eyes meeting a classy looking woman holding a clipboard. “Excuse me, would you like to continue the tour or no?” She asked, her face contorting into a look of annoyance. Due to the sudden appearance of the woman, William began to look around in confusion. Staring at his previous living room, William’s mouth went wide as he realized that all evidence of his life here with Steve had been completely erased. Instead, it was now an open house for sale, which he was now seemingly taking a tour of. All of the photos that adorned the various tables and desks had been changed, replaced with simple stock images. “Uh… I think I’m good…”  the new Cody said, scratching his head as he walked out of the now empty garage. He fished out his keys from his jeans, quickly unlocking the car and entering his new Mustang. As he sat into the driver's seat, William began to theorize about what was going on and how big of an impact the possession had on the world…

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For the most part, it had been a normal day for Steve. With only thirty minutes to go at his job as a personal trainer, he was eager to get home and relax. Despite having spent the entire day in the gym, he was adamant about getting home, destressing with a home workout, and spending some personal time with his husband William. As he headed into the bathroom after finishing up with his final client, the man began to take a few selfies to send to his husband. Sure, his husband wasn’t as physically fit as he was, but Steve knew that William would love to see his buff body stretching out his workout shirts.

However, as he snapped some selfies, a huge migraine suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. He groaned in discomfort as he tried to head into the locker room to grab some medicine from his gym bag, opening up his phone to try and call an ambulance if it got worse to the point of collapsing. But as he opened up his phone and stared at his home screen, he began to notice the photo somehow warping. It was a lovely photo of him and his husband William on vacation in Costa Rica a few years ago, but with each passing second, William was slowly fading out of the picture. To his surprise, Steve could only watch as a new person filled the void his husband left… his best friend Cody. “Whoa… what the fuck?” Steve muttered, unsure of what was going on. To try and remedy this, Steve quickly opened his photo app and scrolled through the various photos he had taken of him and his husband.

Despite knowing that his husband was with him during these events, the photos disagreed completely as no photo had any evidence of William’s existence. Instead, the photos either showed Steve alone in a tropical locale or with his best friend Cody, flexing and showcasing wide grins. “This can’t be happening…” Steve said as he quickly began to grab his gym bag and rush off to try and get home and verify that his husband wasn’t somehow removed from existence. 

By the time the clock signaled the end of Steve’s shift, the man was already out the door and speeding off to his house. However, as Steve drove down the street and approached his house, it was clear that this house was no longer his. Looking towards the address that Steve had lived in for years, he could only watch in disbelief as he saw the empty house and a large “For Sale” sign posted in the yard.

With nowhere else to go, the only possible place Steve could think about going was the apartment building where his best friend Cody resided. As he ascended the staircase and knocked on the door, Steve breathed a sigh of relief as the buff physique of his best friend opened the door and greeted him. “Oh thank god!” Steve said, rushing into the apartment and pacing around the living room. Before Cody could even say a word, Steve began to recount his day and discuss all of the strange occurrences that he experienced. Cody stays calm throughout the entire thing, which only made the increasingly paranoid Steve worry that his best friend had also been affected by whatever is going on.

However, once Steve finished speaking, his intimidating best friend began to speak, saying a simple “Yeah, it’s been a crazy day right?”. Looking in disbelief, Steve asked him to explain what he meant by that statement. Was it possible that his best friend was somehow not affected by the changes as well? Cody obliges, where he then begins to calmly state the fact that he’s actually Steve’s husband. Steve of course refuses to believe it, but as he begins to talk about how he finally found a way to get Steve’s best friend’s body, the man begins to grow more and more convinced. William then talks about the power of the bracelet that he got from work, declaring that it somehow rewrote history to erase his real body and life from history. He assumed that he would be the only one unaffected, but he was relieved to find that Steve was also spared from the memory changes. As a result, he asks his former husband to describe how he felt the reality shift occur. Steve then begins to mention the entire situation, the various pains he felt all over his head and how he caught the photos changing while he tried to get some medicine. “Well, you must have been made immune to the changes when you caught sight of the photos shifting” Steve’s former husband / new best friend states, which makes sense to Steve as he begins to remember the headache going away once he saw the changing images. 

With the situation now explained, Steve watches as Cody stands up and begins to stretch, showcasing his strong build. He catches the man staring, which causes him to chuckle and look down towards Steve. “You like what you see huh? Come here then…” he says, his deep voice going into a growl that causes Steve to shiver. It was incredible just how dominant Cody innately was with his various qualities. Sure, Steve was aware that he had a crush on his buff friend, but he knew that he could never be with Cody due to both his sexuality and his marriage to William. But now, seeing William now in control of Cody’s buff body, Steve grinned as he realized that it opens the door for plenty of possibilities for him to fulfill his fantasies with no guilt. 

Not wanting to delay, Steve gets off the couch and peels off Cody’s tight tank top, which causes him to do the same to the flustered man. However, to showcase his strength, he grips onto Steve’s workout shirt and tugs, somehow ripping the fabric off of his own buff body. Coming up behind him, Steve wraps his hands around Cody, his hands moving towards Cody’s chest and gripping onto those glorious pectorals that Steve had always been jealous of. “You like that huh? Keep going then…” Cody says, which causes Steve’s dick to twitch as he continue to give in and admire his husband’s new buff body. 

By this point, Steve is now completely transfixed by his now-dominant husband ordering him to admire his best friend’s body. Now completely malleable, Steve allows “Cody” to lead the way, commanding him to remove his pants and admire every inch of his body. Steve begins to leak as he pulls down his best friend’s pants and watches as Cody’s thick and long cock reveals itself to you. “Touch it...” William says, which Steve does immediately. He begins to run his hands along the shaft, which causes Steve to realize that his best friend truly was intimidating in many different ways. Not only did he have the body that everyone thirsted for, but he had the dick that would make every man envious. Wrapping his hands around Cody’s ass, Steve began to imagine fucking his husband in the pert and muscular ass he now possesses. However, based on the way that William is manhandling Steve and leading him to worship parts of his new body, it seems like that alpha personality is rubbing off on William. Unfortunately, that caused Steve to realize that this most likely meant that he would become the new bottom in the relationship.

“Admire these guns babe…” William says, flexing his biceps for his husband as a cocky grin manifests onto his face. By this point, it was clear that William knew that Steve was putty in his hands, so he was going to use it to his advantage. By this point, Steve’s hands are running rampant in exploring Cody’s buff body and feeling the thick musculature that William now possesses. “I think I could stay here permanently… what do you think bro?” William continues, winking towards Steve as he looks up at his husband in complete lust and nods his head.

Suddenly, William grabs onto Steve with ease, pulling him off the ground. As a result, Steve quickly wraps his legs around the hulking man, looking like a koala wrapped around a large tree. William easily walks with Steve clinging onto him, leading the smaller man into his new bedroom. Sure, it was quite a bummer for Steve to lose his dream house and downgrade to an apartment, but what can you expect between two bros who work low-level jobs that allow both of the men to focus more on their professional bodybuilding prospects?

As Steve’s husband throws him onto the bed and pulls his pants off, Steve begins to ponder about just how well William has adapted to the whole situation. It’s true that William told Steve previously that he admired and wished to have a body like Cody’s, but William is embracing this new sexual alpha personality with incredible ease. Looking around, Steve catches sight of William staring at the scantily clad woman plastered onto the posters adorning the wall. Based on Steve’s observations, it seemed to the man that some aspects of Cody’s personality and William’s were mixing, turning him into a bisexual man able to admire both of the sexes. This was totally fine with Steve, but the one concern he had was in regards to how much of William’s personality was being sacrificed to be in this body. Steve hated the idea of losing the best qualities of his husband and gaining the worst parts of Cody’s douchey personality, but as Steve began to feel the thick rod of Cody’s cock slide into his ass, all of those quandaries went out the window. 

Who cares when he’s got a cock that great right?

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Back To School

For months now, Finn Ludwig has been dreading this day: the first day of school. The summer had been a much-needed break to allow him time to recharge and prepare for the monotony of classroom discussions, in fact it was such a great time off that Finn absolutely loathed the fact that he had to go back. The biggest blow came in the fact that he wasn’t one of the students, instead he was the one stuck teaching them every day.

As a result, the 27-year-old German man absolutely loathed having to see their younger bodies. It was awful to see them constantly look down upon an “authority” figure since it just reminded Finn of the fact that it had been a long time since he was once a teenager. Sure, he wasn't in his 30s just yet and had kept his body in great shape due to a regular gym routine, but it was still awful to have to be constantly reminded of the fact that he would always be older than the new youth of the world. While Finn tried to not live his life with regrets, he couldn’t help but wish that he had gotten a second chance to do young adulthood over again. In fact, this was his final thought before he finally passed out the night before classes started. Just as he lost consciousness, he pondered the possibilities, hoping that if given the opportunity to start over, he could have studied a different career and found something that he wouldn’t hate doing every day. 

To make matters worse, Finn always found himself having to deal with their cocky attitudes. Those asshole kids were resilient with their constant taunting and lack of respect for him and his classroom, so much so that in previous years, Finn was already throwing in the towel by the second or third week. While of course there were multiple students that he always enjoyed teaching, those annoying kids always seemed to be the loudest voices to the point where his opinions towards all of them had soured. 

Groaning as he woke up to the early morning alarms on his older model iPhone (the biggest clue to his low salary as a teacher), Finn felt surprised by just how refreshed he felt. After having been up all night finalizing his lesson plans and making sure that he had everything ready to go for the next morning, the man was expecting to feel like absolute shit. But instead, Finn’s body felt responsive to the point where it actually seemed like it was excited for the day ahead. If only his mental state was as eager as his body! 

As Finn sat up from his bed and continued to rub his eyes, the teacher absentmindedly began to walk into the bathroom to prepare for the day. Despite knowing that those kids would pick him apart no matter how great he dressed, Finn was still eager to give a good impression and try to start out the year on a good note. Upon flicking on the light of the bathroom, the man quickly leaned down to turn on the shower so the water could start to heat up. As he returned to a standing position and looked into the mirror though, Finn’s jaw dropped in shock as he saw what was staring back at him. Somehow, he was much younger! 

Looking into the mirror, Finn couldn’t help but stare at the youthful buff body staring back at him. With a grin on his face, the teacher wasted no time flexing against the simple white t-shirt that was now incredibly loose on his body. While he usually had a preference for bigger buff men, Finn couldn’t deny that the tight and toned physique he now possessed was incredibly attractive. 

“How is this possible?” he cried out, unsure how his life had suddenly transformed overnight to turn him into a younger jock. It was even stranger for him to hear a younger American voice coming out of his mouth, but Finn couldn’t deny that it was hot. However, as he thought about his predicament, he grew excited about the possibilities. Finn had wished countless times to have a second chance at young adulthood, so had the universe somehow heard him and granted his wish? 

Just as he started to remove his clothes to go shower, Finn grew incredibly eager to get fully undressed so he could check out his new body in its full glory. But right after dropping his sweatpants, the man’s eyes suddenly took note of a flash of light zooming across the bathroom mirror. But just as he started to verbalize his confusion about the weird orb of light, a bright and sudden flash engulfed him along with the entire bathroom as it further altered him. 

As Finn rapidly blinked his eyes while they still stung from the blinding light, they soon began to refocus back on the reflection back to him. While doing this, the sudden sight of his new reflection caused a brand new identity to emerge in Finn’s mind. Instead of growing up in Germany in a lower-class household, Finn was now an American who was the son of a wealthy family. Any potential fear of the severe disconnect between this new life and the man’s old life were quickly squashed as a new name emerged in his mind - Danny Thompson.

Although it seemed possible that there was a morsel of Finn still stuck in the back of the new man’s mind, it quickly became clear that Danny was in total control upon allowing a cocky-looking grin to emerge onto his face. “Fuck yeah bro, I look hot as fuck!” he said, a dumb chuckle escaping from his lips. Having just turned 18, he was incredibly eager for the possibilities ahead of him. Not only did he have a kickass body, but the student had already gotten a scholarship for college to be their newest kicker for the football team! Life was looking good for the hunk, but his extreme cockiness made it so he couldn’t fathom looking any better. Staring into the mirror, Danny smiled as he stared at his model-worthy features. With his bright white teeth standing out against his darker stubble, Danny’s face was instantly inviting for anyone to stare at in admiration. 

But Danny soon remembered that his face wasn’t the only attractive part of his body as he stared his naked reflection up and down. With an impressive build that was muscular but not too muscular to affect his performance as a kicker, Danny was a bonafide stud. The hunk’s fledging pectorals were coming along nicely and his lower torso was peppered with the formation of a six-pack of abdominals. On top of that, the teen’s summer vacations to the beaches of Miami had tanned his skin to a sexy golden-brown. But in terms of his muscles, nothing quite compared to Danny’s legs and arms. He was incredibly proud to see that his biceps were coming along quite nicely as well, especially since it was a true testament to his dedication to a solid gym routine after football practice. 

However, as another alarm on Danny’s newest model iPhone went off, the stud’s self-indulgent admiration was cut short as he realized that he had to get ready for class. It was the first day of his final year of high school, but given the fact that his future was already secured, Danny couldn’t give less of a shit. By this point, school could be viewed to be a complete waste of time if not for the fact that football season was starting the same week. As such, the kicker was eager to get out on the field and help the team’s efforts with his impressive skills. In the entire state, Danny was ranked as one of the top kickers and had every local college clamoring for years to get his admission to their schools. While most would expect quarterbacks and more prominent positions to be the ones most colleges desired to find during high school, everyone knew that his skills had led the team to win multiple close games in the past. 

After stepping into the shower, the brand new jock spent a good 10 minutes giving himself an early morning jump start with a quick jerk-off before quickly washing himself off and exiting the bathroom. Throwing on a simple t-shirt and pair of athletic shorts, Danny soon found himself with a bunch of free-time before he had to drive over to school. After chowing down on a protein bar, he grabbed his phone and set it up against a toaster in his kitchen. Upon pulling up the camera app, Danny eagerly stepped back and admired himself once more. The shirt was a fine fit, but he was especially happy to see the sleeves clinging on tight around his bulging biceps. 

Moving forward to lean on the edge of the counter, Danny let a cocky grin manifest on his face as he thought about how incredible his life was. Not only was he heading to a top college in the state to pursue his dreams of playing football, but he was also one sexy hunk as well! Senior year was going to be a chore to sit through, but the thought of having a little more time to hook up with some cheerleaders and his teammates was incredibly appealing. However, the thought of after-school hookups didn’t get rid of the incredible sense of dread that he was feeling about the classroom. Danny wasn't exactly the smartest tool in the shed, so having to deal with 7+ hours of lectures wasn’t his most ideal kind of day. 

But as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door, Danny tried to think about some positives. While there was the opportunity to check out the asses of the women and men sitting in front of him, nothing brought the man more joy than showing off his mean streak with his teachers. It was incredibly easy for Danny to nitpick everything they did and judge them for their life choices. Hell, it was actually a rush to his system when they wanted to pick a fight with him, especially since that allowed the jock to start hurling insults and taunts their way. 

Due to these attempts at going toe-to-toe with his teachers, Danny often found himself getting sent into the principal’s office quite often. However, much to his teachers’ annoyance, nothing ever happened to him in terms of a punishment. Given the fact that he had a full life planned out for him and the potential to further promote the school that raised him, Danny’s principal was more than willing to give the jock the benefit of the doubt and just chalk up the teachers’ outrage to them just being bitter about their dead-end and low-paying job. Although Danny wasn't necessarily able to understand most concepts, the biggest thing that he absolutely couldn’t understand was why someone would want to become a teacher. Throughout the entire drive towards his high school, Danny only had one thought running through his head: Why would someone willingly spend their days teaching children who don’t respect them in the slightest?

* * * * *

As Monday rolled around and alarms rang out at 5:30 in the morning, Danny couldn’t resist groaning before slamming the top of his alarm clock to silence the alarm. Since he was now blissfully unaware of his previous life as a German school teacher, the past month of being in this new life had been an absolute breeze for him to endure. Although he hated having to get up so early during the weekdays, Danny at least had one silver lining: those before school workouts that he did in his family’s home gym.

Entering the gym that his dad had spared no expense building for him, Danny wasted no time dropping his pajamas to the ground and moving towards the impressive hot tub that was just recently installed at his behest. With a family bank account that was far into the millions, Danny’s new altered mind figured that there was no reason even asking for permission before purchasing the hot tub and getting it installed. In fact, that privilege had actually corrupted his once frugal mind - from now on, he felt no desire to ever hold back on not getting what he wanted. If this would help Danny in his workouts by helping him build muscle and push him to do better at practice, he figured his parents wouldn’t be upset given how beneficial it would be for his career.

So, as soon as he reached the threshold of the hot tub, Danny allowed himself to casually get in while staring down at his body. Clearly, his new equipment was quite impressive, which was especially proven to the man as he watched his flaccid cock bob out on the top of the water as he laid out and soaked. This soak lasted for a good 10-15 minutes to help increase his blood flow so he could have a decent stretch. While all of these steps weren't entirely necessary for a normal workout, Danny’s plans for the day included some intense weightlifting, so it was better to be safe than sorry! While leaning back and stifling a yawn, the man began stretching out his limbs so he could quickly jump into the workouts upon drying off.

When his phone timer went off, Danny wasted no time hopping out of the tub and drying himself with a towel that had already been set out for him by the family’s maid. Once he was dry enough to hop into his tight workout clothing, the kicker quickly changed and rushed into the gym to do some intense workouts. For the next 45 minutes, Danny worked his ass off and watched in delight as his muscles popped and looked incredibly impressive whenever he looked into the mirrored wall in front of him. Despite not being the buffest guy on the team, he clearly had impressive muscles that were legit unlike other guys on the team who messed around with supplements and other fucked up methods. Danny wanted his body to be pure and natural, so there’s no way that he’d even consider putting something foreign (herbal or not) into his body. 

By the time he had finished as many exercises as possible within the allotted 45 minutes, Danny’s body was absolutely soaked once again - but this time with sweat that had his clothes clinging to his taut muscular frame! So, rushing back through the long hallways of his family home, the man quickly hopped into the shower and got ready for the day ahead. As he lathered up body wash and ran his hands along every inch of his buff body, it didn’t take much for Danny’s already-impressive cock to quickly harden. There was a clear cockiness and narcissist streak in his new life, but with a physique like this, he felt no need to change that (at least on the rare occasion that Danny was thoughtful enough to recognize his own behavior). If anyone else looked like this, they would certainly be a douchey narcissist like him as well! That had to be the reason why all of those wheezing nerds loved to bring up Danny’s vanity as if it was some sort of insult whenever he taunted them in the hallways or after school.

Returning back to his cock, Danny wasted no time sliding his slightly callused hand up and down along his thick shaft while using his spare arm to flex for his own amusement. With such gorgeous views in front of him, it didn’t take much until Danny was quickly shooting his load across the glass shower door while bucking his hips in pure ecstasy. Using the removable shower head to clean up the aftermath of his mess though, Danny couldn’t help but feel a weird twinge of disgust towards his actions. Danny was a 100% straight man that loved nothing more than pussy and grabbing on chicks’ tits, yet he couldn’t help but fear what it meant in regards to his self-indulgent jerk-off sessions. Was it simple narcissism or was there something more going on? There was absolutely nothing Danny hated more than homos, so just the thought of himself being one of them was enough to make the man shudder and grimace as he finished washing up. 

Thinking back about the “gay problem” at his school, Danny thought about how even his football team had been infiltrated by that long-rumored gay agenda that all of his older family members used to complain about. Out of nowhere, Danny’s best bud Andy had come out to him as a gay man when they were heading back from a party last weekend. The bulky linebacker hadn’t seemed gay in the slightest to Danny previously, so the revelation had understandably shaken the man to his core. But after staring at the man in awe for a few moments, Danny quickly flew off the handle and forced him to exit his car and walk the rest of the way home by himself. “There’s no way that I’m going to be friends with some queer,” he angrily called out before speeding off into the night and leaving Andy to walk the few miles back to his house.

Understandably in his eyes, Danny’s friendship was dead between the homo now, but in all honesty he couldn’t care less. In fact, in the days since he even began to pick up on taunting Andy with some other like-minded players by continuously bringing up the whole “no homo” gimmick in idiotic ways and laughing at the now-depressed teenager. But when Andy quit the team and left the coach down a starting player, the gruff older man (who doubled as the school’s gym teacher) called Danny in and gave the cocky man a stern talking to. While he expressed that he had similar views to Danny and the other players, the coach wasted no time telling the jock to cool it or risk sitting on the bench for the entirety of the senior year due to all of the complaints that Andy’s friends and family have filed against the team.

However, as the man tried his best to intimidate the young man, Danny remained unaffected and in fact bored by the bulky man’s desperate attempts at convincing him to change. Looking to set the record straight, Danny leaned towards the man and pressed his buff arms down against the top of his desk. After reminding the coach about the power that his father had through his exorbitant wealth and influence in terms of getting any teachers he taunted off of his back, Danny boldly stated that the coach better rethink that plan if he wants to continue winning games and making it to state for another year (or better yet keep his jobs at the school). As the realization set in and the coach’s stern face broke, Danny smirked as the man grumbled while telling him to get the fuck out of his office.

But as he continued to think about the concept of being gay after turning the water off and drying off his body, Danny quickly brushed off the idea. It’s not gay when I just get turned on by my own body, he told himself before shaking his head and pushing aside such an idiotic notion. There was no way a man with a whole rolodex of sexy girls clamoring to get with him could ever be gay! 

Exiting the bedroom, Danny groaned as the clock informed him that he only had 30 minutes before needing to leave for class. The teen remembered that he had a test in Mrs. Harrison’s pre-calc class, but he shrugged it off because he knew that there was no way that he could have even done well no matter how hard he studied. So instead of cracking open a textbook this previous weekend, Danny instead spent his time sexting with girls or going out with them whenever he wasn’t doing intense workouts in his home gym. There was no point in even attempting to do good at school anymore in Danny’s eyes, especially since he had a full ride scholarship already under his belt at a major university. Those recruiting people didn’t care that he was a low C student when they offered him deals to join their school, so why should he ever care about trying to do any better?

After throwing on some clothes, Danny quickly grabbed his phone and headed into the bathroom. As expected, his phone was flooded with notifications of the entire cheerleading team as they sent both text and Snapchat messages filled with nudes and bold declarations about just how badly they wanted him and his cock all over them. It was understandable given Danny’s studly form, but the intense thirst only fueled his ego further to embrace his new identity as an utterly womanizing hunk.

Picking and choosing who to leave on read, Danny wasted no time pulling open both apps and sending them videos and selfies to keep their attention focused on himself and his gorgeous body. As he took photos of himself flexing, smirking, or winking into the camera and sent them off, each additional photo only pushed Danny towards getting turned on once again. But instead of jerking off and further delaying himself, the man opted to just pull out his phone and begin recording a video. After rubbing his chin and zooming the camera in, Danny flashed a big smile before beginning to speak.

“You want a piece of me ladies? How about you hit up my DMs and tell me how badly you want it?” he said, his bright white smile on full display as he talked in a sly and sleazy tone (which only turned himself on further). Eager to push these women over the brink into full-blown thirsting though, Danny cockily flexed his arms and lifted up his shirt to reveal the man’s impressive abs. After ending the recording, Danny added the video to his private stories on both Snapchat and Instagram before heading out to make a quick breakfast and prepare for the school day ahead. Danny hated nothing more than wasting over 7 hours of his life stuck at a shitty desk, but it was a small price to pay to be the talk of the town. As he continued to get ready, the womanizer couldn’t stop thinking about how eager he was to see what all of his various side chicks said in response to his video. In all honesty, beyond his own reflection, nothing turned Danny on more than their desperate little messages. 

On top of that, Danny also looked forward to causing some hell for some drab and annoying teacher if they dared to fuck with him. Given his annoyance towards the pre-calc test he had to take later today, Danny began to think that Mrs. Harrison would be the perfect target for him to dish out a daily fix of cocky torment.

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Back To School - Part II

As classes let out on Friday, Danny couldn’t help but eagerly anticipate the weekend that lay ahead. Being the womanizer that he was, the man’s schedule had been fairly hectic over the past few weeks with all of the various love interests that he had. But as Danny checked his calendar and saw that his upcoming date was with Tiffany, one of the hottest cheerleaders in his grade, the teen couldn’t help but anticipate the night more and more with each passing minute.

The girl had been relentless in her pursuits of dating him, but although that was quite the turn-off as Danny preferred to lead the relationship given his dominant personality, he couldn’t deny that Tiffany’s determination was quite hot. With a nice rack and a curvy figure that left his dick constantly at full mast, it was safe to say however that Danny was willing to forget any potential turn-offs in the pursuit of getting off and spending time with an absolutely gorgeous woman.

Luckily, Danny had no football practice prior to the date, so he was afforded enough time to get home and relax for a bit before going to have a fun time with the gorgeous woman. Throughout the entire drive home, the kicker visualized himself on the field in between plays, staring at Tiffany’s gorgeous rack bounce and jiggle with each dance, kick, and jump she did for her cheer routines. In fact, Danny’s mind had been so preoccupied by the sight that he didn’t even notice himself running off of the road slightly and knocking over multiple mailboxes and trash cans that were dotted along the curb. But even if he did notice, Danny wouldn’t have cared anyway. His new family was rich and his cocky attitude refused to feel any guilt for his behavior, so the incident and any complaints could be easily swept under the rug via a sizable (at least to others) check without any real consequences.

After getting home and having the family maid make him a snack, Danny found himself bounding up the grand staircase of his family’s mansion and jogging down one of the long hallways and into his bedroom. Upon taking a moment to set the plate of food on one of his dressers, the jock quickly peeled himself out of his school outfit entirely. Opting not to take the opportunity to jerk himself off again to his own reflection, Danny instead grabbed a pair of athletic shorts and pulled them on. Now free-balling like the hunky straight man he now was, the man quickly powered up his gaming console while grasping onto a controller, headset, and the plate of food to begin the usual after-school gaming session with some fellow football jocks.

“Hey broskis, what the fuck is up?” Danny said with a chuckle, smirking as his football friends joined the lobby and its voice call for some Call of Duty matches. For the next two hours, the man and his bros absolutely demolished several teams as they played ruthlessly to assert their dominance even through a video game. In between each match though, the group of men spent the time being stereotypical bros while ridiculing each other and others around them. Even when a friend discussed their long-term girlfriend, Danny wasn't afraid of chiming in and giving his own feedback. Despite the friend being mad as he cruelly ridiculed his girlfriend for her “tiny tits” and high-pitched voice, the biggest offense came as the man exclaimed how hard it had been trying to convince the girl to go to the next level with him.

“I don’t know dude, she seemed quite eager to put out when she messaged me a while back asking for a good fuck. Bro, have you ever thought that maybe you’re just not her type? Maybe you’d have better luck hitting up that nerdy chick Alyssa from Pre-Calc? I’m sure she’d be eager to get laid… As long as you don’t mind those bug eyes, buck teeth, and nasally voice,” Danny snorted, chuckling to himself despite the man angrily yelling at him to shut the fuck up and leave him alone. 

Attempting to avoid conflict while still remaining in control of the conversation, Danny wasted no time jumping into directing the subject towards the most important thing: himself. Without any sort of remorse, he eagerly began to detail his evening and impending date with one of the many girls eager to get on his cock. Just the thought of her was enough to get a rise out of Danny, as made evident by one hand leaving the controller to go toy with his leaking manhood.

“Damn dudes, I can’t stop thinking about Tiffany. Fuck, she’s gonna look so good down on her knees with one hand wrapped around the back of her head. You can tell how eager she is for me to dick her down… but could you blame her? Of course she’d want to get fucked by the studliest man on the team!” Danny said, his rambling sentiments eliciting a mix of chuckles and annoyed gasps throughout. Even when the guys attempted to defend themselves and their own attractiveness, the kicker knew that none of them could compare to him! No homo though…

After finishing up one more round of CoD, a quick glance at the clock forced Danny to end his gaming session so he could prepare for the day. Upon departing with a few more snarky comments towards his friend, Danny finally exited the game and shut down his console as he headed towards his immense walk-in closet. Given his family’s lavish lifestyle, the jock was always able to purchase the latest and most fashionable clothing around, as evident by the countless designers that he found himself having to decide between.

Struggling to decide, Danny began to recollect the current plan for his date to help hopefully guide his fashion decision. Tiffany had wanted something simple yet private, which is why he was able to quickly remember the location of his date: Lovers’ Lookout. According to Danny’s dad, Lovers’ Lookout had been one of the biggest hookup spots in town, but given the fact that his dad was quite old and no one at school had ever talked about it, the man knew that the prime location had clearly lost all of its popularity in the years since. For years since that one talk with his father, Danny had soon incorporated the location into his roulette wheel of areas of romantic rendezvous.

Given the fact that the area was a cliffside vantage point on the outer edge of town, Danny knew that he had to dress somewhat warmly just in case of potential car trouble. But given the fact that he was going to take one of the many older cars that his father had collected, Danny wanted to lean in and fully embrace the image of a 50s bad boy. With his mind made up, Danny pulled on a simple white shirt along with black dress pants and a leather jacket.

As he prepared to head out and pick up his date, Danny took a moment to pull on one of his favorite gold chains and check himself out via his phone’s camera. Turning his head to check out his sculpted features and make sure that his facial hair was trimmed evenly, Danny flashed a smile before pressing record to send a little video message to his date.

“Hey babe, just wanted to let you know that I’m on my way,” he said, his body language and dialogue fully showcasing his status as a teen heartthrob. “I can’t want to see you,” Danny continued, his voice deepening into an alluring and sexy register as he flashed a wink and ended the recording. Damn, I’m good, he thought as he sent the video and walked out of the door to go pick up his date…

* * * * *

After pulling into the driveway of Tiffany’s house, Danny quickly fired off a text to tell the cheerleader that he had arrived. The man knew that he had a reputation as the school’s biggest heartbreaker, so the option of avoiding the woman’s father and just waiting outside seemed like the best route to take for obvious reasons. While he waited though, Danny couldn’t help but take off his jacket and pull out his cell phone. Upon popping a piece of gum into his mouth to make sure that his breath was good enough for the makeout session that would most likely be occurring later, Danny opened up TikTok and began to record a video for the thousands of followers that he had. 

Sitting stationary in the parked car, Danny simply recorded himself singing along to some random pop song and grinning into the camera before quickly uploading it. Given his status as a bonafide hunk, the man knew that his fans would take anything they could get, which worked well for him given his innate desire to do things with fairly low effort. Just as the video finished uploading and the likes already began to pour in, Danny watched as the girl finally exited the house and made her way into his passenger seat. Luckily for him, the girl dressed quite sexily, so as soon as she slid into the seat and looked his way with a full face of makeup and styled hair, the man’s dick was already growing rock hard by the sight. “Ready to have a great time?” Danny cockily inquired, winking to the girl as she put on her seatbelt while he rapidly backed out of the driveway and sped off.

While he had just mainly agreed to the date due to his eagerness to fuck someone, Danny still outwardly appealed as chivalrous by taking the girl to a lavish date at the fanciest restaurant in town. His dad was wealthy to the point of having a black card, so it wasn’t anything to Danny to drop over $100 on a simple meal for a date. Although the girl couldn’t stop raving about the food and the atmosphere of the restaurant, Danny’s eyes remained permanently trained on the two prominent breasts that were just an inch shy of fully heaving onto the table. While the girl’s tits were always one of his main reasons why he agreed to the date, her dress fully accented the breasts to the point where it was just one heaving bosom in his face so severely that Danny’s mind could only think about feeling them up. 

As such, when the waiter came around asking for dessert, Danny was quick to shut that idea down by paying for the bill and bringing the girl back to the car. Although she seemed grumpy at the moment about the lack of some fancy dessert, he knew that she would quickly enjoy the alternative as soon as she realized where the two of them were going. Throughout the drive, the man couldn’t help but glance over and stare at the woman’s exposed thigh from the high slit in the dress she wore. In fact, as his eyes continued to move upwards, Danny couldn’t help but see the color of the woman’s bright panties and think about just how badly she wanted him. Why else would she wear such a bright colored panty, he thought to himself as he looked up and stared at her face. Luckily for Danny, he was a fairly competent driver so no matter how many times his eyes peered away from the road, the jock remained perfectly in the lane as he drove up to Lovers’ Lookout. 

As soon as Tiffany caught a glimpse of the gorgeous view of the sun setting over the mountainous terrain, Danny knew it was game time from the look in her eyes. Happy and eager to oblige, he quickly flicked on the car radio and followed her to the backseat so the fun could finally begin. With a passionate intensity emerging within both of their young and horny minds, the two teens were quick to pull each other out of their respective clothing while consistently passionately mashing their lips together in a hot yet sloppy display. “Oh fuck,” she purred while taking Danny’s shorts and underwear off, looking at his lengthy dick as the perfect challenge. With him now totally nude and her dress in a heap on the floor of the car, it was safe to say that both of them enjoyed the visual of each other nude, especially Danny as he stared at her curvy figure and perky tits now on full display. 

Before he could really do anything with those hefty melon breasts, Tiffany was quick to tuck her hair behind her ear as she leaned down and began to run her tongue along Danny’s rock hard cock. Although he was clearly dribbling pre-cum down the shaft, she made no mention of this as she left no inch of his cock untouched. In between his moans of pure pleasure, Danny was quick to take control of the situation by running his meaty masculine hands through her wavy blonde hair and leading her open mouth onto his throbbing manhood. “Aw fuck yeah,” the jock growled, starting to pick up the speed in which he led her mouth up and down his shaft. It was quite hot to witness, but even hotter as Danny heard the girl’s eager moans creating a beautifully horny symphony that filled the entire car.

Just as he found himself rushing towards an early ejaculation though, Danny quickly pulled the girl off of his dick and began to return the favor to her. For several minutes, his mouth ran along the girl’s sizable nipples and made her moan extremely loud whenever his tongue grazed them. It was fucking hot, but even hotter was when Danny slowly got down to her crotch and began to eat her out as well. His reputation as a woman-pleasing casanova was something that Danny absolutely embraced, but that also required certain attributes that weren’t necessarily something that he enjoyed doing. One of those things was the focus on putting his mouth anywhere near the girl’s genitalia, but despite the reservations, Danny still did it to keep that moniker valid and to prevent himself from cumming too early. If it was up to him though, he would have just came and then waited a few minutes before fucking her and cumming again!

Luckily though, it didn’t take long before the girl pulled Danny up from her crotch and into a passionate kiss. With one hand now firmly grasped against one of her breasts, the other hand frantically flailed about in search of a condom. After about a minute of awkward searching, Danny was finally able to pull one out of a backseat cubby hole and place it onto his firm manhood. Looking up at Tiffany upon putting it on, it was clear by the glimmer in her eye and the tongue that ran across her lips that she was ready for every inch of him. 

So, as she spread her legs and pulled him closer, Danny wasted no time inserting his thick cock right into her needy pussy. Building a steady rhythm, the two of them continued to moan and curse through labored breaths as he began to create enough force to create a resounding slapping noise that filled the luxury car. Within no time, Danny felt himself finally rushing towards completion with an intense fury that prevented him from stopping the hardcore thrusting that he was doing. Just as he reached climax though, the man’s attention soon shifted as he heard a strangely familiar voice over the radio. 

“I promise that you’ll never find another like ME-E-E!” 

Immediately, Danny felt himself moan and throw his head back as the usual lightheadedness emerged. But as he continued to shoot his load, it soon became clear that this was no typical post-nut experience. Instead, the personality of Finn, the 27-year-old German school teacher and die-hard Taylor Swift fan quickly returned to the forefront of his mind. “Wha- what the fuck!” Finn groaned, slowing his rhythm as the continuing influx of memories caused him to realize that these weren’t strange memories, those were his real memories and life!

But as he looked down at the nude 18-year-old cheerleader underneath him, Finn couldn’t help but gasp as he quickly pulled out of her and jumped back to the opposite side of the car. How did this happen, he thought to himself, the last thing I remember was looking at myself in the bathroom?! 

Of course, this lack of memory of the next morning meant that it had completely erased Finn’s knowledge of the fact that he was now an 18-year-old hunky American jock. So, to add further to the surprise, a quick glance down towards his own body left him even more shocked as Finn saw the extremely tanned and buff skin that he now possessed.

“Holy shit, what the fuck!” Finn cried out, understandably shocked by the sudden re-emergence of his old personality. “I’m young and hot?” he said aloud, clearly questioning whether this was some sort of strange dream that he was somehow feeling incredibly lucid for. But no matter how hard he pinched himself or tried to close his eyes to “wake up”, it seemed that those old methods weren’t going to bring him back to his original reality.

“Of course you’re young and hot, I wouldn’t be here if you were some ugly creep!” the woman said, trying her best to get the man back on track as she was still eager for more attention and sexual pleasure. Upon looking at her, Finn couldn’t help but question what to do. Should I tell her the truth even though she’ll think that I’m crazy, or should I just play along and keep being the young jock that I apparently am now, he asked himself. But as he looked down and saw the condom-covered dick that he now possessed, there was a sudden but innate desire for physical intimacy. So after shrugging his shoulders, Finn decided the best course of action would be to just go along with whatever was happening. As he moved back in to start passionately kissing the woman once more, there were few thoughts running in his mind besides the influence of teenage hormones. If this was a dream that he woke up from tomorrow, this surely would be one of the craziest dreams Finn had ever experienced. But if this was truly a new reality for him, there was something about it that made Finn feel like he could certainly get used to it…

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Going All-American

When Arthur Harris first made his way out of his flat to go check his mailbox, the man had solely been expecting to come across unexciting yet expensive content like bills. Upon gripping onto the solid stack of envelopes and beginning to filter through them, the man’s assumptions were mostly proven to be correct. However, it was the very last envelope that Arthur saw that caught his eye. From just the envelope itself, Arthur’s attention was further pulled in by the fact that his name and address were handwritten onto it along with the several stamps running along the top left corner displaying an American flag. Clearly, this was a personal and international piece of postage that he received, but the fact that there was no return address listed immediately piqued the man’s interest even further.

Upon making his way back up to his flat and hastily tearing open the envelope, the man’s mind was running rampant in the possible content of the postage as he pulled open the letter to figure out its contents. To his surprise, Arthur found a piece of paper that was chock-full of text that he cautiously skimmed through. While reading through the first letter, a slight grin emerged on his face as he found himself coming across a professional-looking note that stated that he had won a trip to California. Although he had no real recollection about applying for a contest or sweepstakes, that didn’t matter once he discovered what he would be doing there.

Congratulations, You (Arthur Harris) are the grand prize winner of the sweepstakes to win an all-expense paid trip to Los Angeles! While you are here, you’ll be shuttled to the set of the hit television show All-American, where you will be able to explore the sets and meet all of your favorite actors. Please be ready on the date listed as a car will be waiting for you to take you to the airport for your departure to Los Angeles. We look forward to giving you an “All-American” experience in more ways than one! Sincerely, S-C Productions

“Holy shit!” Arthur said, the letter slipping from his hand as his entire body began to buzz with excitement. Although he wanted so badly to jump up and down in glee and loudly cry out for his excitement, his respect and care for his flatmates caused him to hold back and conceal his emotions as best as he could. Getting a free trip to LA was exciting enough, but the added bonus of getting to travel to the set of All-American was a dream come true. Certainly it would be interesting for the man to witness the entire process of filming given his own interest in film and cinematography, but even more so when one of his biggest crushes was in frame.

Ever since Arthur had first watched Cody Christian arrive on his television screen as Theo in the Teen Wolf TV show, the man was instantly smitten with him. Not only did Cody perfectly play the role of a cocky and self-assured asshole, but he was also incredibly hot while doing so! Every time Arthur watched an episode of the show, Cody was one of the main reasons behind his continued viewing despite the show’s consistent dip in quality. Unfortunately, Cody’s role as a side character that bumped heads with Tyler Posey’s Scott McCall wasn’t enough to keep Arthur engaged though as Arthur ultimately dropped the show before it even finished airing.

As such, Arthur’s thirst for the actor lessened for a bit as he only focused on seeing the hunky man via social media or Tumblr via gif-sets. Luckily though, a renewed interest emerged when Cody landed the role of Asher on the TV show All-American. Not only did the show catch Arthur’s interest because it caused him to fall back in love with Cody, but it also perfectly meshed with his own interests as it was a show about football players… especially since Cody was playing a cocky and materialistic football player named Asher.

Given how much this was a dream come true, Arthur still found himself quite unsure whether this was really happening or if he had somehow fallen asleep accidentally and was thus having the best possible dream. After a painful pinch informed him that this was truly reality, the man tilted his head back down towards the floor to look for the letter once more. Upon doing so though, he saw that the letter was flipped onto its backside after falling to the floor. While this wasn’t anything to write home about, glancing at the piece of paper revealed that there was more important information included onto the back.

Reading through, Arthur quickly skimmed through an itinerary that listed what Arthur would experience throughout his trip. The trip to the All-American set was seemingly meant to take up most of the day according to the list, but Arthur didn’t mind when he read about how the set would provide several meals throughout along with getting to watch several scenes get filmed along with a meet and greet with several of the actors.

As his hands continued to travel down the sheet as he read, his attention soon was caught by the firm slip of paper affixed to the bottom of the paper. Upon looking down, Arthur’s eyes widened as he saw that an airline ticket was already ready to go for him. While it was a relief that the studio had seemingly already worked ahead to get everything ready for the trip, the man was understandably confused about how they knew where he was located and concerned about when he was going to go on this trip. While seeing that the date was on November 22nd, Arthur was quite caught off-guard when he checked his work schedule and realized that he had somehow requested that day off. He had no idea why he would have done that, but he wasn’t going to fret about it too much when it benefited him.

Regardless of how the date aligned so well, Arthur was quite relieved to find that there would be no hassle in terms of getting in trouble at his job. It was a miracle that he had even received this surprise trip in the first place, so Arthur opted to not ask too many questions. In this quick acceptance of his surprise gift, Arthur failed to notice that the ticket was a one-way ticket rather than a round-trip, which would have given him a clue about the fact that his trip would end up becoming permanent. Instead, he quickly made his way back into his bedroom and began filling his suitcase with clothing that would work well with the humid LA weather he would soon be experiencing…

* * * * *

When the morning of the 22nd finally arrived and the alarm of his phone rang out, Arthur woke up with a smile on his face rather than his usual routine of groaning and hitting the snooze button. Excited for the impending trip, the man quickly got out of bed and dragged himself into the bathroom to shower. Upon getting done and tying a towel around his waist, Arthur made his way back into the bedroom. Just as he began to pull the towel off and change into clothes though, a loud pounding against his door caused Arthur to gasp and scream in shock. While trying to catch his breath from the real life jump-scare he had just experienced, Arthur slowly made his way towards the door of his room and took a look through the peephole.

While looking through, Arthur’s eyes caught sight of a burly yet well-dressed man who stood firm with his thick hands at his hips while looking at the door with an intimidating yet stoic expression.

“Uh hello, can I help you?” Arthur inquired, checking for a moment to confirm that the deadbolt and chain on his door were both fully locked. While this was certainly a realistic reaction to seeing the stranger outside his door, the British man let out a deep breath of relief and mentally scolded himself when the man stated that he was from S-C Productions and he was the driver to take him to the airport for his LA trip. Upon telling him that he was in the middle of getting dressed, the driver sternly told him that he had ten minutes before he was leaving - regardless of whether Arthur was in tow or not.

After apologizing and saying he’ll be done as soon as he can, Arthur rushed away from the door and began to change. Given the fact that he would be spending several hours in the cramped seating of a plane, he opted to dress in loose garments that would provide some much needed comfort throughout the hours-long trip. After quickly devouring a small bowl of cereal, Arthur grabbed onto his suitcases and made his way towards the door.

Before turning the knob and exiting though, Arthur stopped in front of the large full-body mirror on the backside of the room’s door to verify that he looked presentable given his haste. As he looked at himself and gave a slight smile to see how others would perceive him, the man was relieved to see that his biceps looked rather impressive given how much skin the tank top revealed. While the rest of his torso wasn’t nearly as buff as his biceps, the man still recognized the fact that he looked better than most people given his semi-regular gym routine. However, the continued staring at his mirror caused him to traverse down a dark mental rabbit hole of self-doubt considering that he would soon be in LA where it seemed like practically everyone would be a 10/10 with gorgeous physiques and perfect visages galore.

Shaking his head in hopes of pushing those intrusive thoughts away, the man finally took a deep breath and turned the handle to begin his journey to Los Angeles. Upon awkwardly introducing himself to the burly driver, Arthur followed the man as he led him down to the ground floor. Throughout the journey from exiting his flat and putting his luggage into the car, Arthur couldn’t help but stare at the impressively-built man. The man, who introduced himself as Wes, had a physique that was filling out the stylish black suit to the brink of having the fabric tear. Following behind Wes was a blessing in disguise for the British man as he got to watch the man’s perky yet firm ass fill out the seat of his pants and bounce with each footfall he took.

Throughout the drive to the airport, Arthur tried his best to make small talk with the intimidating man. Unfortunately, conversations quickly stalled when Wes told Arthur that he needed to focus on traffic to get him to the airport as quickly and safely as possible. Upon arriving at the airport, where Wes quickly told him to get out before speeding off to do another job, Arthur momentarily mourned for the missed connection he had with the man.

But as he grabbed his luggage and began to walk through security and towards his departure gate, Arthur’s mind shifted focus away from Wes and back onto his thirst for Cody. Due to just how excited yet exhausted he was from the early morning wake-up call, Arthur found himself soon falling asleep upon putting his luggage away and taking his seat. As he quickly fell into a state of slumber though, the continued thoughts of Cody Christian and his thirst for the man soon led to a rather erotic sex dream that involved Arthur worshipping the hunk’s muscular body and easily helped the hours-long flight fly by as he felt no desire to wake up no matter how much turbulence he felt.

Upon the plane landing and a young female attendant softly shaking him awake, Arthur moved in a dazed state as he exited the plane. Given his total discombobulation about the new area along with not knowing where to go to pick up the luggage, he opted to just follow the crowd through the terminal towards the correct area. Luckily, Arthur’s luggage was one of the first few pieces to arrive, so he was able to escape the large crowd and make his way towards the taxi area of the airport where the letter stated that someone from the studio would be there to pick him up.

After a bit of getting lost and having to ask for directions, Arthur finally made his way to the correct area where he looked through the long aisle of drivers holding signs with their intended client’s name. At first annoyed that it took two rounds of searching through the crowd of drivers to find the one holding his name, Arthur quickly began to recognize why when he walked up to the hand extended through the crowd and discovered that his driver was a rail-thin man cramped between two chubby drivers.

Upon asking for the men to move, Arthur pulled the mousy man through and revealed himself. “Hey there, I’m Arthur. Are you the driver from S-C Productions?” he inquired, trying to make sure he wasn’t taking the wrong Arthur’s ride.

While he awaited a response, the British man quickly took a look up and down to observe the man he’d seemingly be working with throughout the entire trip. The man was rather tiny, with a height that just barely reached 5’5” and a weight that refused to go past 95 pounds. The man’s face looked rather impressive with the angular jawline, high cheekbones, and bright blue eyes, but Peter’s thick black-rimmed glasses and low weight counteracted those features and instead made him look nerdy and rather malnourished.

“Hey there, I’m not a driver but I am here to pick you up and take you to the studio though. I’m Peter,” he began, stopping to extend a hand out, which Arthur quickly accepted as they did a quick handshake. “I’m an intern at the studio, they needed someone to pick you up and I volunteered. It certainly beats doing coffee runs and dealing with difficult actors, am I right?” he said, his high-pitched and whiny voice shifting into a deep and wheezy chuckle that understandably took Arthur off-guard.

“Oh ok, uh, it’s nice to meet you then Peter,” Arthur responded, returning the chuckle to help the dorky-looking man not feel self-conscious before pulling his lips into a light smile. Although Peter tried his best to appear official by offering to take Arthur’s luggage, the British man feared possibly injuring the man due to how hefty his bags were and thus declined the offer and said he’d carry them himself. At first, Peter seemed a bit caught off-guard by the kind behavior, but when his expression turned appreciative with a wide smile, it was clear that the young intern appreciated not being treated as the help for once.

So upon leading the way to the black Escalade that the studio had told Peter to use to pick him up, Arthur deposited his bags into the backseat before hopping into the passenger seat. As Peter finally put the car into motion and drove out of the airport, Arthur’s eyes widened as the intern surprised the retail cashier with a quick little tour of LA as they made their way towards the studio. It was incredibly exciting for a cinephile like Arthur to get a quick glimpse of famous locales like the Hollywood sign or the Griffith Observatory. Despite the slight intimidation those locales provided in terms of realizing the impact and level of celebrity he was going to be around as a result, Arthur found himself remaining calm as Peter finally made his way towards the studio entrance.

After making a moment of small talk with the security guards out front, Peter showed off an ID badge that allowed the gates to open and for the intern to continue driving. As he made his way through the busy backlot, Arthur’s eyes couldn’t help but wildly dart in hopes of seeing any famous celebrities in the midst of walking to set or coming out of any of the trailers that lined the outer edges of the road. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to see anyone of note beyond what appeared to be some stunt actors decked out in some recognizable costumes.

While he continued to search around, Arthur’s frantic attempts were suddenly interrupted as Peter put the car into park and caused you to violently lurch forward from the fast braking. Upon looking over towards the meek man, who apologized for the abrupt stop, Arthur decided to ignore the whiplash and unbuckle his seatbelt. Before exiting though, Peter quickly ran through the itinerary to remind him of the schedule for the day. First, Peter would give Arthur an in-depth tour of the All-American sets that weren’t currently in use. Then after getting some lunch, Arthur would be ushered to the current filming locations where he’d be able to watch some takes and meet the actors of the show. Upon finishing that, he’d be led to the writers room, where he could discuss screenwriting with them, before heading to get some dinner courtesy of the studio’s lavish buffet. After this was finished then, Peter would drive Arthur to the hotel that the contest had purchased for the night.

With the itinerary for the day repeated to him by Peter, Arthur eagerly smiled before getting out of the car so the tour could finally begin. Luckily, the tour was fairly impressive to Arthur, as evident by the wide smile on his face as he saw the sets of the show and began to recall countless scenes (and gifs from Tumblr) where Cody was involved. Although there were many interesting sets that Peter led him through, Arthur was by far the most captivated by the set of the college gym. The mental images of several workout gifs that he had seen (and even jerked off to) continued to play in his mind as his hands grazed along the freshly cleaned equipment.

In all honesty, it was a bit of a bummer that it was so freshly cleaned because Arthur would have wanted nothing more than to get remnants of Cody’s sweat onto his fingers and catch a whiff of the surely alluring scent. Was it a bit creepy to think about getting off to an unsuspecting actor’s sweat? Sure, but Arthur knew that it was the wholehearted truth and felt no shame as a result.

Upon finishing up with that standout set, Peter followed it up by announcing that it was time for lunch given how hungry the Brit must be after the flight and drive to the studio. Although Arthur didn’t originally think about his appetite due to his excitement about eventually meeting Cody, the sudden gurgle deep in his gut was so loud that it echoed through the empty set and caused him to agree with Peter’s assumption. After following him through the seemingly empty studio, Arthur soon picked up on the sound of several distant voices that grew increasingly more prominent with each step he took. Peter pulled back a black curtain and motioned for Arthur to enter first, which caused him to quickly find himself in the middle of a craft services room. As the intern returned to the front to lead Arthur through the crowd of confused and curious low-tier members of the cast and crew, Peter took a moment to introduce Arthur to everyone and explain the reason behind his inclusion on set.

After Peter led him to the table to get a plate of food, which ended up being a filling yet basic meal of a sub sandwich and some chips, Arthur took the time to walk around and network with the crew members in between bites of his food. Given his own interest in film and the lesson plans that he’s had to do in the past involving cinematography, the man had a decent time talking with the lighting and camera operators to learn directly from them about their job and how they work to create the best possible show.

Although Arthur could have spent much longer chatting with people, the alarm of a clock rang out to signal that the end of lunch had arrived. While several of the crew members had their expressions sour as they returned to their job, Arthur stood out as he grinned in joy due to the realization that it was finally time to move onto his most anticipated part of the set visit - it was time to watch filming commence and meet some of the cast of the show.

As Peter led him through a door, Arthur was caught off-guard when the dense California air hit him. Looking around, the man soon discovered that not only was the set they were filming on was outside but it was a scene being filmed on a replica football field. Although the football field wasn’t completely legit given the fact that size constraints meant that they were shooting on a small plot of land rather than a 100 yard long area, the illusion was certainly still realistic to Arthur while seeing all of these actors decked out in football gear. In fact, the cameras were currently rolling as they filmed an actor sprinting before turning behind him to catch a football. Stunned at just how realistic the play felt, Arthur was utterly transfixed as the director called cut and the football player dropped the ball before sauntering out of the frame and gruffly demanding for someone to get him water.

Given Arthur’s own thirst for cocky and dominant men, his eyes remained trained on the mystery actor while admiring the man’s physique. From just that single take that Arthur observed, he was able to immediately pick up on how buff the man was. While watching that take as it occurred, his attention was instantly caught by the moderately firm set of quad muscles and the sizable ass that tightly bounced against the athletic shorts that he was wearing. Although the man wasn’t a real football player, he certainly could have been one with such an impressive build!

While Arthur watched the still-helmeted actor move to the side and get crowded by a bunch of assistants (where one of them handed him a styrofoam cup full of water), he couldn’t force himself to direct his attention elsewhere. Even as Peter basically dragged Arthur closer towards some of the cast and crew, Arthur remained utterly transfixed by the man’s sweat-soaked skin that glimmered in the sunlight and only showcased an impressive set of biceps that caused the fabric around his arms to bunch up. As such, Arthur endured an incredible shock when the mystery man finally pulled off the helmet and revealed that the man was none other than Cody Christian himself.

“Ho- holy shit,” Arthur said under his breath, although his panic and shock caused it to be a bit louder than he intended as he saw several people turn to look at him confused. Now that’s one way to make an entrance, Arthur thought to himself, instantly replaying the scene he witnessed in his head over and over. Of course, the reveal that Cody was practically next to him elicited a physical response in the form of a sizable bulge that pressed out against his shorts. After moving his hands down to try and conceal the untimely boner that he had sprung, Arthur’s thirsting session was interrupted as Peter caught his attention and told him that it was time to meet some of the cast while they took a break from filming.

Although he meant no disrespect to the other cast members that Peter introduced him to, Arthur couldn’t help but make quick small talk with the people before using his peripheral vision to see what Cody was up to. Based on the few glances he had taken throughout, it seemed as though the man’s personality wasn’t too far from the characters that he often played. From what he could see and partially hear, it seemed as though Cody was having a tantrum and yelling at his assistants and other crew members due to how hot the conditions were outside and how they didn’t respect him enough to keep him hydrated by having water ready for him.

As previously mentioned, Arthur loved himself a bad boy, so while this would be a turn-off to some people, it only made the actor more desirable in his eyes. While the cashier certainly didn’t like how Cody was treated the staff, his mind twisted the man’s behavior and speech into a more sexual context as he envisioned himself intimate with the hunky actor. It wasn’t often that the asexual had vivid sex dreams, but something about Cody just unlocked something deep in him that left him yearning for any kind of physical intimacy imaginable.

This sexual daydream was quickly interrupted by Peter, who tapped Arthur on his shoulder and broke up out of that daze. “Hey Arthur, was there anyone here on set that you were specifically wanting to meet today? If so, I can try to see if I can get a meeting with them. If they’re not here on set today, I could always try to pull some strings by contacting their agent or manager and arranging a FaceTime session with them,” he inquired, giving a reassuring smile that caused Arthur to lean in and whisper Cody’s name. “Ah I see, well let’s see what I can do about that then huh,” Peter continued, smiling and patting Arthur on the back before using that arm to push him forward towards his celebrity crush.

Even though the journey was only a few feet, it felt like an eternity for Arthur as he watched his body traveling closer and closer to Cody. Once he was two feet away from the actor’s group surrounding him, Arthur couldn’t help but gasp as Peter loudly spoke to gain their attention. “Excuse me, excuse me,” he began, smiling as his voice was able to break through the small group and get everyone (including Cody) to turn and look at Peter and Arthur’s direction. “Hey there, this is Arthur Harris, he won a contest through the studio for a special set tour and meet and greet with the cast of All-American. According to Arthur, he’s a big fan of yours Mr. Christian, so I thought it would be nice to properly introduce you two,” he said, keeping a chipper smile on his face even though Cody’s expression remained cold and quite clearly rageful.

“Uh hi there, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Arthur stammered out, which caused a few people in Cody’s posse to pause upon hearing the British accent he was speaking with. “I’ve been a big fan for years, so it’s really awesome to get this-,” he continued, suddenly interrupted when Cody huffed loudly and began to speak.

“Hey dude, it’s great that you won this random contest or whatever, but I’m like really not in the mood for a meet and greet. Plus, I’m like, really in the zone with my acting right now. So even if I wanted to spend my precious time chatting with some obsessed British fan, I really don’t have the right mentality for this right now,” he coldly said, which immediately provided a soul-crushing blow to Arthur given how direct and biting his words were.

Even though the man had never met the British man before, his phrasing was so direct it seemed as though they had been enemies for years! Although he wasn’t the most vocal person around, the cruel words had struck a chord with Arthur and thus he felt a desire to make his opinion heard by the cocky actor. But just as he began to take a breath to speak, Arthur was interrupted as Cody angrily cursed and caused everyone on set to look at the interaction going on.

“Bro, I really don’t give a shit about what you have to say. Like, you’re a nobody and I’m Cody Christian. Everything about you pales in comparison to me. So how about this, why don’t you get the fuck off my set so we can finish our scenes and I can go home. The sooner I can forget about you and your dumbass fanboy behavior, the better!”

Throughout the entire experience, Arthur could feel tears starting to well up in his eyes as he looked around and found that everyone there bore witness to his humiliation at the hands of the actor. Although he wanted so badly to tell the actor off and give him a taste of his own medicine, the fear of further punishment and potentially causing the actor to snap and get violent towards him caused him to back down. Instead, he allowed Peter to lead the way as the intern led the embarrassed man away from set to somewhere more secluded.

This location ended up being a small crew trailer that was quite a bit away from the liveliness of the active film crews. Upon entering, Arthur finally allowed his emotions to show as he began to actively tear up and try to release the pent-up emotions that he was feeling. Throughout, Peter found himself trying his best to console the man and lift his spirits, but it seemed to be no use. Then a light bulb suddenly flicked on in Peter’s head and caused him to smile and look down towards Arthur.

“Hey, don’t get upset about that asshole. What would you say if I potentially had a way to get some revenge on Cody?” Peter inquired, which immediately caused Arthur to stop his sniffling and look up.

“Wha- what do you mean?” he said, taking a deep breath in between his words as he tried to calm himself back down.

“Let’s just say that I have… something special that could teach Cody a lesson and make him regret treating you like that. What would you say to that?”

“Say no more then, I’m interested. That asshole has no right to treat people like that just because he’s an actor. I want him to pay for what he’s done, I want him to feel the same intense sense of humiliation and shame that I feel right now…”

In response, Peter reached into the pocket of his pants and searched around for a moment. Upon pulling it out and extending his hand outwards, the nerdy intern dropped his clenched fist and allowed a necklace to unfurl out in front of Arthur’s face. “Well, I think I have something in mind that can do just that…”

Looking at it, Arthur saw that the necklace itself seemed rather simple and basic given the fact that it was a silver key with a small silver chain looped through it. But as he grabbed it with his hands to inspect it, a full body shiver coursed through Arthur’s body, which was seemingly enough to get him to go along with whatever plan Peter had in mind.

“Ok, tell me what’s going to happen then and what I need to do…”

* * * * *

At first, Arthur was quite worried that he wouldn’t be able to find Cody’s trailer despite Peter’s directions, but it seemed as though Cody’s ego made sure that that was impossible. While walking through the backlot, Arthur eventually stumbled in front of a trailer that proudly had Cody’s headshot taped to the front door along with a bold and unmissable text that displayed his full name. According to Peter, Cody often took breaks alone in the trailer around this time to “unwind” and “get in character”, so the duo figured that this would be the perfect opportunity for Arthur to enact his revenge against his tormentor. So after having a moment to take a deep breath and steady himself, Arthur gave himself an encouraging nod as he pulled open the trailer door and quickly walked into the premises.

Of course, as Arthur entered up the steps and made eye contact with the hunky actor as he sat back in a leather recliner, the man’s expression quickly changed from the lax and seemingly happy expression he was displaying. Bizarrely though, the expression it became wasn’t of rage but rather total confusion.

“Wha- who the fuck are you?” Cody inquired, which only furthered Arthur’s annoyance and dedication to his current plan. The asshole didn’t even recognize him even though the interaction just occurred less than an hour ago!

Feeling emboldened by the power that Peter had seemingly gifted him, Arthur found himself standing strong and angrily responding to the actor’s questions. “I’m the wrong guy to mess with, you fucking asshole,” he cried out, taking a few steps closer to Cody and crossing his arms.

“Wait, you’re that fucking obsessed fan from earlier,” Cody sneered, getting a bit uncomfortable being stuck with who he assumed to be a total creep. “How did you find my goddamn trailer? What, did you think you were going to just come in here and try to see me naked or something? Get the fuck out before I call security and get your pervy ass put in jail!”

“Yeah, that’s not happening Cody. You’ve been an asshole to the wrong people, it’s about time you pay for all of the bullshit you’ve put me and this crew through. Luckily, I have the perfect way to make sure that you learn your lesson,” he began, stopping before revealing the answer and thus causing Cody to get a rare shiver of panic to course through his body.

“What, are you going to try and hurt me because I wouldn’t say hi and take a fucking selfie with you? Grow the fuck up! I was working, I don’t have the time for such worthless bullshit!”

“I’m not going to hurt you, but I am going to make you regret the way you not only treated me but those poor assistants of yours. There’s no reason for you to be so stuck up and rude to people. I was a big fan of yours and I just wanted to get the ability to properly say hi and tell you how much I appreciated your work. Instead, you brushed me off and made me feel worthless like those poor assistants of yours.”

“Oh, so you’re making threats now huh?” Cody retorted, immediately pushing himself up from the recliner and sauntering his way over towards Arthur. With each step, the actor tried to make himself appear even more intimidating by clenching his fists and cracking his knuckles, allowing the noise of the popping to fill the empty trailer until he was face-to-face with the fan. “I don’t take threats lightly, so I don’t think you know who you’re messing with. I don’t think you thought this plan through bro…”

“You think so? Actually, you’re exactly where I need you to be,” Arthur responded, a wide grin emerging onto his face as a sudden tingle emerged from his chest.

Looking down at it caused Cody’s eyes to follow suit, which caused him to discover the gem on the necklace that Arthur was now wearing violently shaking against his firm chest. While this originally could have been explained by the jock actor as some cheap gimmick or gag gift, the sudden levitation of the necklace was unexplainable.

“Holy shit,” Cody exclaimed, watching as the key rose up until it was no longer hanging around Arthur’s neck but rather extended straight out towards Cody’s own neck. “Wha, what is that shit? Are you a goddamn witch?”

Before Arthur could offer up a response to the hilarious assumption though, the key suddenly jerked forward and caused Arthur to be dragged along for the ride. Given the fact that there wasn’t much free space for the man to move given Cody standing in front of him, Arthur instinctively closed his eyes and braced for impact as it tugged him directly towards the confused actor. Despite the lack of any physical impact of their two bodies, the tugging seemingly had an unintended side effect as Arthur found himself quickly drifting off into unconsciousness as his newly comatose body remained stuck in place. If he had been awake and looked down at the necklace though, Arthur would have seen that the key had somehow plunged itself deep into the center of Cody’s neck and caused his gasps of shock to become muted.

Although it was painless for Cody, it was still quite terrifying to endure finding himself no longer able to speak as his throat was stabbed by the key. So while his mind originally focused on the fear of no longer being able to speak or deliver lines, a new fear began to emerge as he opened his eyes and watched as the crazed fan was going through an indescribable sight. The longer it looked, it seemed as though pieces of Arthur’s body were seemingly being pulled off of Arthur’s body and turning into particles that were sucked into the thick silver key like a vacuum. It was quite a horrific sight to watch as the man lost limbs and several pieces of his body until only his head and neck remained levitating in front of him. But soon enough, this too dispersed into particles that were also transferred into the mysterious yet magical key in front of him.

Even without a neck wrapped around it, this key remained stuck in place lodged into Cody’s neck. Cody could only gasp in shock and allow tears to fall down his face as he could feel motion emerging with the key. Looking down, he watched as the key somehow turned itself sideways into his flesh and made it appear as though it was unlocking a doorway.

In reality though, the necklace itself was a magical item that promised the ability to transfer souls. Upon getting in close contact of an intended target, the necklace would go into action by inserting itself into the subject’s neck and allowing the wearer’s body to evaporate as their soul was transferred into the necklace as a sort of holding chamber. Upon having the necklace turned, it unlocked the usually impenetrable soul of the human body and allowed for the wearer’s soul to invade.

So as this unlocking occurred, the entirety of Arthur’s soul traversed into Cody’s neck and began to disperse itself throughout all of Cody’s body. With each additional second after this invasion, Cody found himself growing fainter and fainter as he lost all of his motor control and senses. Once every piece of this was taken from Cody and traded to its new host, Cody’s soul lost consciousness and caused the body of the hunky actor to suddenly collapse and fall to the floor. Upon making an impact, the key suddenly popped out of Cody’s throat and bounced across the wood floors of the trailer a few times before finally settling.

Out of nowhere, Arthur suddenly gasped as he was slingshot back into the realm of reality. Upon finding himself on the floor of the trailer, the man grimaced and groaned as he reached onto the end of the leather recliner and pushed himself back up to his feet. Looking around for a moment, Arthur’s eyes widened as he looked around and realized that he was alone now. As he took a look down at himself and saw the firm physique stretched out in the same clothes that he had previously seen Cody wearing, it didn’t take many more context clues for him to figure out what had occurred. “Holy shit, I’m Cody Christian,” he said, chuckling as his cock began to immediately harden at the thought of being in the body of his celebrity crush.

Eager to get a better look at himself, Arthur quickly grabbed onto the necklace on the floor and put it on before pacing through the small yet spacious trailer in search of a mirror. Upon finding a bathroom door and heading inside, the man flicked the light on and smiled gleefully as he saw Cody Christian staring back at his reflection. What soon followed was a rather intimate and erotic session of feeling up his body and admiring the gorgeous physique. As he lifted up his arms and flexed, the man’s cock throbbed and began leaking pre-cum due to just how erotic this all was. He was already a fan of transformation content, but the concept of actually experiencing a transformation of his own into one of his celebrity crushes was truly a dream come true.

“Serves you right you fucking asshole,” Arthur remarked, chuckling while hearing the sound of Cody’s voice saying his words now. “Yeah, I know you’re still down there deep down. A little perk of using this trusty necklace made it so you’re still able to witness and feel everything that I do while I’m in control. You made me feel extreme amounts of shame and embarrassment from just simply saying hello, so I’m going to make every day of your life a living hell now.”

Before Arthur could continue explaining how exactly he was going to go about torturing the real soul of Cody Christian, a knock on the actor’s trailer door caused him to stop. Upon taking a moment to calm down and try his best to adopt Cody’s talking style, Arthur took a deep inhale and exhaled before making his way out towards the door. Pulling it open though, the man smiled widely as he saw Peter standing on Cody’s doorstep.

“Did it work?” the intern asked, trying his best to play it cool in case the real Cody was still around.

While he at first tried to play it cool and pretend as though he was really Cody, Arthur couldn’t keep the charade up long and thus broke character by curling his lips into a devious smirk. “Oh yeah, it worked,” Arthur said with a chuckle. “The Cody Christian that you know is now no longer in control…”

Opening the door wide to allow Peter inside, Arthur quickly slammed the trailer door shut and locked it as he prepared to get a crash course on acting and get a head start learning Cody’s lines before he’s required to head back to set in 20 minutes. Although it was certainly a struggle at first trying to comprehend the intricacies of acting and learning what Asher’s plotlines have been so far this season, it was totally worth it when it was finally time to change into the clothing necessary for the next scenes. When Arthur was handed a hanger that contained Asher’s football uniform, the man was buzzing with excitement as he headed into the bathroom and changed into his clothing. Despite wanting so badly to spend time checking out his new body nude and admiring every inch of his godly new muscles, Arthur was adamant about the fact that the new Cody Christian wouldn’t be tardy or a drama queen in any regard. As such, he pushed aside his erotic urges and instead pulled the uniform on.

While doing so, Arthur still had a blast as he was able to find his two favorite things colliding together into one thing. Not only was he now in the body of his celebrity crush but he was also getting dressed in an accurate football that was quite similar to those that the NFL players he thirsted for wore. It was an absolute dream come true! This was especially true taking a moment to check himself out in the mirror and seeing how the padded football pants helped his thighs and ass look impeccable while the skintight compression shirt fully showcased the strong arms, modest pecs, and broad shoulders that he could now call his own.

Upon pulling on the shoulder pads and then putting on the jersey, Arthur’s cock, which was now a few inches longer, was consistently throbbing as the look was completed and he saw his reflection. He truly looked and felt like a football star! With this much needed boost of confidence from Cody’s previous taunting, Arthur was most certainly in high spirits. This was especially apparent as he looked into the mirror and gave himself a pep talk. “You’ve fucking got this, you’re Cody Christian and you’re even better than that shitty imposter!”

With this pep talk completed while also riding on the high of further tormenting the real Cody trapped deep down inside, Arthur gave an elated grin towards his reflection before exiting the bathroom and allowing Peter to lead him to set.

* * * * *

As shooting for the day was called, Arthur Harris was quite relieved to know how well his first day as an actor went. While remembering lines was one of his biggest worries, it seemed to be seamless for him as if he had gained Cody’s own ability to act and recall lines. The biggest issue actually came in the form of having to do the full-on football scenes that required him to actually run plays and catch the ball while in the role of Cody’s wide-receiver character. Luckily though, a quick refresher from some crew on the show was able to help Arthur fully grasp the plays and successfully nail the scene by rushing down the fake field and scoring the game-winning touchdown. Although it was obviously fake given the field and the numerous takes it took to get it right, Arthur still felt like a star football player when he “scored” and clenched the win for his character’s team.

While his time watching the shooting of some scenes was relatively brief, it was quite apparent that things were dense due to Cody’s diva behavior. But given the fact that the real Cody was no longer around and Arthur was on a mission of turning Cody into a more respectful and calm person, things began to feel a bit less restrained as the crew and cast began to interact more and thus started to create a sense of harmony on set.

This continued into the night until filming was finally finished after doing a workout scene in the college gym that Arthur had often seen hot clips of Cody working out in. It was quite mind boggling to find himself in Cody’s body while in the area that had led him to have plenty of wanking material. Even more wild was the fact that the scene called for Cody to be working out shirtless (something that the crew told him was due to feedback from focus groups that were aiming to appeal to more female viewers). Given the fact that Arthur hadn’t really gotten a great chance to check out his shirtless body, he was more than willing to go along with such a concept and eagerly peeled off his shirt.

While the crew offered to mist his skin to make him appear like he had been sweating, Arthur was quick the shut the idea down. “Nah, I’d like to go method for this scene,” he cockily remarked, giving a wide smile to the director which seemingly convinced him to agree. With permission granted, Arthur spent a few minutes working out on several machines until he was dewy enough for the camera to pick up on it. 

Once the scene was shot and filming concluded for the day, Arthur opted to stay back and spend a little bit extra time in the gym set. After saying goodbye and thanking the crew for their hard work, Arthur watched as everyone slowly filtered out and went home for the day besides himself and Peter. Upon waiting a few minutes to verify that there were no stragglers that could return in case they forgot something, the duo finally began to speak and discuss the events of the day.

After Peter gave high praise to Arthur for his performance as Cody Christian, the duo shifted gears to discuss some other elements to their deal. Obviously, given the fact that Peter was able to provide the unbelievable reality of possessing Cody, there would be a requirement to reward Peter for the gift he had bestowed upon Arthur. Although there could have been a sizable monetary requirement for such a priceless gift, Peter’s ask was quite simple. All he wanted in return for giving Arthur Cody’s body was the chance to admire the actor’s physique and achieve his fantasy of getting Cody Christian off however he desired.

Given the fact that Arthur knew that he would surely be horny in the aftermath of possessing Cody, it was a no-brainer for him to accept such a proposition. Not only did he get someone else willing to worship his body, but he also got to cum in the process! With the agreement out of the way, Arthur wasted no time pulling off his clothing and revealing to the both of them for the first time the nude physique of Cody Christian. 

As Arthur lifted his arms up and flexed his biceps, Peter was quick to jump into action by peppering kisses along his firm upper arms and running his tongue along the musky pits of the freshly sweaty actor. All through the experience, Arthur had a look of pure elation on his face as he savored the sensation of feeling incredibly strong and masculine. Although he had gained a rather impressive physique from his years of working out, the man was still rather meek and thus didn’t really use those muscles for much when it came to any romance and intimacy. With Cody though, that would all change since he felt like the total package.

To make matters even erotic, Peter was desperate to add more humiliation for the real Cody by moaning his name as he ran his arms along Arthur’s back and firmly used a hand to squeeze each perky ass cheek that he now had. While his hands then traversed back up Cody’s broad back and moved to the front, Arthur even chimed in talking about how great it was to have his body felt up by someone smaller than him. This tit-for-tat continued between the duo as Peter cupped Arthur’s pecs and ran his tongue along the man’s washboard abs while Arthur continued on the slight taunting towards the thinner man.

The idea seemed to be rather effective, as both men were soon rock hard and begging for release. Luckily, Peter recognized this fact for both of them and opted to do something about it. As he got down onto his knees and began to focus on toying with Arthur’s new cock, the former British man fell back onto the seat of the bench press and lifted his arms up while gasping. Despite seeming like a total novice when it came to sex, it appeared as though Peter was an expert as he sensually ran his tongue along Arthur’s new 9.5” shaft and even took a moment run his hands underneath Cody’s sweat-stained shorts to play with the straight actor’s tight asshole. Luckily though, the main event finally arrived as Peter opened his mouth and put his lips around Arthur’s cock. Before long, the two of them were loudly moaning (although Peter’s was muffled due to just how wide his mouth was spread attempting to wrap around the girthy manhood) as they both pushed desperately towards completion. Within seconds, the inevitable finally arrived as the duo came in unison, with Arthur’s thick load taking a quick journey down the back of Peter’s throat while Peter’s own cum splattered against his underwear in an intense fashion.

After Peter finished sucking and pulled his mouth off of Cody’s cock, the duo both laid down for a few minutes to catch their breath from such an erotic and unbelievable experience. When Arthur first received the invitation for the trip from Nate, he had no idea of just how life-changing it would be. Not only did he get to teach a cocky asshole a much-needed lesson, but Arthur also got a new body and life out of it… and the body of his idol no less! It was a dream come true, so much so that Arthur quickly said as much as he logged into his Discord account to send a message to Nate saying exactly that. While he promised to explain more later, Arthur ended the message by saying that the gift was the best thing he could have received.

Now eager to get out of the studio and explore what this new life has in store for him, Arthur said his goodbyes to Peter while talking about how he was excited to see him tomorrow. Although there was certainly no real attraction that Arthur felt for the meek nerd, it was safe to say that they would be friends forever due to the kindness that Peter had done for him. As he finally made his return to Cody’s trailer, Arthur rifled through the rather grand closet that had countless designer brands hung up. Feeling rather proud of himself for such a great performance as Cody Christian, Arthur opted to pull out a luxury suit and put it on. It was quite erotic to see the final result as he looked into the reflection in his bathroom mirror, especially given how form-fitting it was with his muscular build!

“Let’s go see what the life of Cody Christian has to offer huh?” He said to his reflection, lifting his arms up and giving a cocky flex that was punctuated with a wink to just further the humiliation towards the soul stuck powerless in his own body.  After grabbing Cody’s phone and wallet, a quick search through the trailer provided a set of car keys. Making his way out of the trailer, the man was quite amused to click the lock button of his key fob and see the lights of a brand new sports car light up.

Upon unlocking it and getting into the driver’s seat, the man oohed and ahhed at the leather seats he had as he turned the car over and felt the car purr to life. As he took a moment to press his foot onto the gas pedal and feel the engine powerfully rev up to the point where his body was shivering, a cocky smirk emerged on Arthur’s face as he felt drunk on unbridled power. Not only was he in a powerful car, but he was also now the proud owner of an even powerful body and life. All of those years of thirsting and blindly stanning the actor had paid off as Arthur was now for all intents and purposes Cody Christian through and through. With a body like this, he could get any man or woman he desired along with any role given his Prince Charming level good looks.

Even though he didn’t have a license or a car back in the UK, the brand new Cody Christian still felt no worries as he sped off into the night. He was a lucky man after all, and there was no way that he’d end up losing when he looked and felt this good!

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New Message

You were bored, scrolling through your social media and seeing nothing really that interested you. While you were browsing, you suddenly got a message from one of your friends. Well, being honest “friend” was a stretch. Aaron was a total meathead, obsessed with his muscles and working out. At some point he used to be a scrawny nerd like you, then suddenly he was this absolute beefcake.

Checking his message, you see he left a link for you with the message “Hey bro, check out this shit!”. Pretty vague, but you decided to click on the link anyway. The second you did, you knew you would regret it. On the screen was some black and white spiral, slowly spinning. You roll your eyes, this clearly was some scam or malware. You go to close the tab, but before you do black text appears on the screen.

“Stop. Keep this tab open; you want to keep it open.”

I mean it was right, you were curious about what this video your friend sent you, you couldn’t see yourself not watching it completely. 

“Good. Now Relax, let your mind just turn off.”

You feel yourself slump down into your bed, thinking nothing as you stare into the spiral. Your peripheral visions faded, until all you could see was the spiral.

“Now, I’m going to tell some truths about you.”

“You are completely naked.”

I mean, duh. You always sleep in the nude, and you had just woken up. You were glad you didn’t have any roommates; it would be embarrassing if any of them barged in here to see your skinny frame. At least your girlfriend didn’t seem to mind it.

“You are gay, you love cock.”

Mm that’s right, nothing like it! Just the thought makes your meager cock stand at attention. So glad you are single… maybe you’d download Grindr again just to find some good cock.

“You have a fat dick, which you are slowly stroking right now.”

You look down, admiring your massive length as you slowly pump it, struggling to grasp it with two skinny hands. Your dick always seemed to dwarf the rest of your body, but hey, you weren’t complaining!

“You have massive biceps and meaty arms.”

You chuckle, flexing an arm as the other expertly strokes your cock. Yeah, you never skipped arm day and it clearly shows! You never really considered working out your other muscles much though..

“You have fat pecs, with piercings on both nipples.”

Your free hand gently plays with your nips, as you continue to stare. Your chest was definitely one of your favorite features, you love making guys play with, and occasionally fuck, your pecs. 

“You have a masculine face, fit with a beard and shaved head.”

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection in your laptop, wondering who it is you are seeing before you realize it’s you! Damn, guess all that studying and exercise has gone to your head a bit!

“You are dumb as shit, you live to workout with your bros and jack off.”

Huhu that’s right, I mean not much else to do after you recently dropped out. Who needs school when you got a bod like this? As for money, your OnlyFans was raking in cash recently. People just can’t get enough of you! 

“You are close, close to cumming away your old life. Embrace it.”

Mmf, old life? No idea what this spiral is talkin’ bout. You feel your balls clench. You’re so fuckin close to cummin you can’t take it. 

“Cum.”

With that simply command, your cock unleashes a torrent of white all over your abs. Out of breath, you still haven’t looked away from the spiral.

“Good boy. Now you are going to share this link with at least five of your friends, then close this tab and forget about all these commands. Now.”

……...................................................................

You slowly open your eyes, seeing yourself covered in your own cum. Damn bro, guess you had another wet dream. You see you’ve got a message from your best bro Aaron. Damn that’s a nice fuckin’ picture of his morning wood. You happily return the favor, making sure to show off your cum covered chest.

“Fuck bro , comin over as soon as I can. Keep that cock nice and hard for me!”

You chuckle dumbly, seems like todays gonna be another one full of hot bro sex. You close your laptop, not seeing five more messages from five of your bros, eager to have some fun as well.

Hey! They say fatherless guys like me turn out into chubby twink gays. To test out this theory, I just wish to swap out my dad retroactively from the past with someone stereotypically cocky, muscular and straight! Anyone can work, and here's an example I guess?

Interesting, sure I don’t mind testing out your little theory. Now I want you to picture the above guy as your dad, try to focus as much as you can. Now, close your eyes, take a deep breath, and open them. Who’s your dad? Right, that beefy guy right above us. Don’t believe me? Just check your phones photos, you’ll find plenty of pics of you and your dad working out together. 

That’s right, your dad wasn’t going to raise some weak twink. Ever since he could, he had you working out in the gym with him, making sure you end up just as swole as him. I see the changes are catching up with you, see those fat pecs and thick arms of yours? Yeah they weren't like that a second ago, not that you would notice.

Enjoying the beach bro? Yeah sure you might have been in your room just a moment ago, but that’s not where the you you are now would be. You’re always trying to catch some sun, as well as show of your bod to the ladies. Most days you are brining one home, fucking them senseless with that fat jock cock of yours. 

Don’t worry, you haven't completely changed. Just changing your dad couldn’t change everything about you. You still have some nerdy interests and you think of yourself as a little “bi-curious”, not that you would admit either.

One thing that’s definitely changed is you are dumb as shit now. There’s no room for studying with all that time at the gym! You can’t help but say ‘bro’ in almost every sentence. You flunked out of high school, but luckily for you you’ve found success in the modeling industry. 

Oh ... sorry what's that? Ah, noticing that sexy scantly clad lady over there? Can tell you’re excited big dude, hard to hide that cock in those trunks of yours. Well I won’t keep you much longer, enjoy your new life you meathead!

My biggest desire is to be a professional male model. Unfortunately, I don't have those model materials. Could you transform me into one?

Don't worry man; once I'm done with you, you'll be full of 'model material'. In fact, I've already begun the second you started reading this off your laptop. You might notice I've already stripped you down to just your briefs, a tight pair of Calvins. Feel that burning sensation at your chest? That's the changes just starting.

First I'm gonna give you a nice set of hairy pecs, sure to catch the attention of any guy who manages to catch a glimpse. Yeah that's it, feel them up all you want! They are yours now.

Next, a some nice strong arms perfect for.. yep flexing, just like that. Feel your chest slimming down a bit, as your abs get some nice definition. Think you'll look nice with a little tattoo on your side, so heads up for the slight tickling as some ink works its magic across you.

Can't ignore those legs either man! And based on how big yours are getting, you definitely don't ignore them at the gym. Not ignoring your face either, got a nice looking cut and mustache! Perfect for making out.

Let's see how you look now..

Yep, looking sexy as fuck but still stuck reading these words on your screen. Don't worry, I'm almost done. There's just a certain area I neglected.

Feels good huh? Yeah, just get harder and harder as I make your dick bigger and thicker; a perfect cock to fit the rest of you. Balls getting bigger and heavier. gonna be hard to ever satisfy you now. Lastly, a fat muscular ass that you love to work out to get into the perfect shape.

And just like that, I think my work is done! A perfectly muscular bod, with the 'assets' to match! Horny as fuck huh? I have a solution for that as well...

You hear your phone ping, and then ping some more. I've been kind and done the liberty of uploading some pics of the new you to some hookup apps, seems like everyone wants a piece of the new you!

So go ahead and take your pick of the guy who's going to be the first of many to explore this new sexy body I've granted you!

Jock Life

You were in bed, blue light illuminating your face, scrolled through your social media feed. Attractive guy after attractive guy kept appearing, and you couldn’t help but look down at yourself. Lanky, a bit chubby, not really anything to marvel at. Nothing like all like these models that are constantly shoved in your face.

“I just wish I could look like these guys..” you mutter, as sleep overcomes you, causing you to drop your phone as you fall into a slumber.

As you slept, you twisted and turned. Suddenly, you started to change. First, fat disappearing as it was replaced with muscle. Your belly sinking in, quickly changing into a tight six pack. Arms swelling out, becoming thick.

You face changes, hair falling out as you become bald, but getting even thicker eyebrows.  You chin becomes more chiseled, features becoming sharp and masculine. 

You quickly got hard, grinding against you bed as your dick got longer and longer, more fitting for your new body. Just as you finish changing, you cum, spilling out a copious amount onto your boxers and bedsheets.

...

You wake up, groggy from the late night. You notice you left a mess all over your bed; it’s been ages since you have had a wet dream! You quickly decide to go take a shower. Still sleepy, you feel the water cascade down your chest. You rub yourself down, feeling your muscles.. wait what? 

You quickly finish up, drying yourself off before you manage to get a good look of yourself in your fogged up mirror. 

This was not the body you went to bed with! You couldn’t help but give yourself a flex, loving just how muscular you were now. The more you admired yourself, the less and less you could remember why you were shocked. You were always muscular, you practically were working out everyday on the gym. I mean you had to; couldn’t disappoint your many fans.

You open your phone, only to be bombarded by message after message of horny fans wanting a piece of you. Not that you really have time for them; you would only fuck someone just as sexy as you. Luckily, there was plenty of those type at the gym you frequented.

You quickly get ready, just putting on some gym pants and a hat. No need for a shirt, you had to show off your gains. It wouldn’t take much to get all the guys eyeing you up; just got to make sure you properly show off your muscular ass, as well as your fat cock clearly visible though your pants. The life of a horny, muscular jock was certainly the one for you.

The Omega Kappa Sigmas were the lamest group on campus, filled with nerds, geeks and losers. They weren’t bad guys, but they weren’t living up to their own potential, and they definitely knew it. So some of my bros and I sent them some Gold Beer. A few hours and a huge name change later, the bros of Gamma Omega Lambda Delta were ready to fucking party! Go GOLD!

His Full Potential

Ethan was frustrated.

He had poured weeks of hard work into training, hoping to realize his dream of becoming a professional boxer, but progress was nonexistent. Each punch he threw felt weak, barely moving the punching bag, while his body ached with every jab he received. Worse yet, the thought of facing real opponents terrified him. Ethan wasn’t just losing to the punching bag. He was losing to himself and the ghosts of his imaginary opponents.

"Maybe I’m just not cut out for this..." he muttered, staring at his reflection in the locker room mirror, hands shaking as he prepared for another day of disappointing training. His desire was there, burning inside, but his body wasn’t following through. "I wish I could be a real boxer."

Unbeknownst to him, Brody had been listening in. Brody, a seasoned athlete known for his incredible strength and heart, had seen this scenario many times before—potential buried under self-doubt. And he had just the thing to unlock it.

Brody approached with an easy, confident stride. “Yo, bro. Need a hand?”

Startled, Ethan whipped around and slammed into the locker, causing a loud clattering. "Ow, um, yeah. I guess you could say that." His voice was barely more than a whisper.

Brody smiled. “I’ve been there, man. I know what it feels like to want something so bad and just not hit the mark. But, I think I’ve got something that’ll help you hit harder, bro.” He reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a pair of gleaming gold boxing gloves.

Ethan’s eyes widened. “Uh, thanks… but these are way too big for me.” The gloves shimmered under the fluorescent lights, almost looking alive in his hands.

“Don’t worry about the size, bro. Trust me. Let’s see what they can do for you.”

Ethan hesitated, but something about Brody’s calm confidence made him want to believe. He slid his hands into the oversized gloves, and Brody tightened them around his wrists. The moment the gloves were secured, Ethan felt a surge of energy pulse through him. It was like a current running up his arms, spreading through his chest and down his legs.

“What... what’s happening to me?” Ethan gasped, looking at his hands in disbelief as his muscles began to swell.

Brody grinned. “Don’t sweat it, bro. You’re just unlocking your full potential. Part of the brocess, you know?”

Ethan’s arms began to thicken, bulging with new muscle. His chest expanded, pecs growing larger and harder with every breath. His once soft belly vanished, revealing a rock-hard set of abs, defined and gleaming with strength. His legs grew thicker, more stable, the muscles coiling under his skin like springs ready to explode into action.

But the changes weren’t just physical. As Ethan’s body transformed, so did his mind. The fear, the doubt—gone. In its place was a powerful, singular focus. The thought of stepping into the ring no longer filled him with dread, but with excitement. Every punch he imagined throwing was charged with an unstoppable rage. Boxing wasn’t just something he wanted to do anymore—it was who he was.

“How you feeling, bro?” Brody asked, watching Ethan’s transformation with a knowing smirk.

Ethan rolled his shoulders, feeling the raw power surging through him. “Fucking amazing bro.” His voice was deeper now, steady and full of confidence. He balled his fists, feeling the crackle of energy in his knuckles. “I’ve got a match coming up soon. Time to show ‘em what I’m made of.”

Brody slapped Ethan on the back. “That’s the spirit, bro! Good luck.”

Ethan smirked, his eyes burning with determination. “Luck? I don’t need luck.” He smashed his fists together, the sound echoing through the locker room like thunder. “I’m ready, bro. Time to show the world who I really am.”

And with that, Ethan strode out of the locker room, each step more confident than the last. He was ready to show the world his full potential.