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May I get the spirit of a dead jock, the meathead bro with an obsession with muscles and being manly to cohabit my body and basically force me to become manly too? It's like being my own personal trainer in my own body, since I can't mentally for the life of me start working out on my own and too shy to ask for help. I'd like it if his presence makes my body change to better serve him too.

A Special Kind of Athletic Supporter

For years now, you’ve imagined the concept of becoming a jock. To replace those spindly frail arms of yours with the ripped musculature of thick forearms and beefy biceps. To widen your thighs, not with fat, but with well-defined thigh muscles. However, every time you got close to putting this plan into motion, your fears got the best of you and you kept dropping the idea. This process happened yearly, but this year, however, was different for you. As your thin frame (and especially your gut) began to slightly puff out from the never-ending meal swipes you had at university, you knew you had to finally suck it up and begin the process of working out. It was just coming to the end of January and the situation was growing more prominent as you now struggled to conceal your growth with your larger clothing.

So here you were, standing outside the university gym and trying to get your social anxiety under control before you fully took the plunge. You knew you needed to do this for your own happiness. Although you were a fan of guys of all body sizes, you just always were enamored with the concept of being a muscular guy. The fact that you were not similar to your ideal appearance just made you lose even more of your already record-low confidence. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you nodded in self-assurance as you finally stepped into the gym.

Walking in, you looked around as you took in the sights of the large intimidating gym. The sea of ripped guys and girls working out was even more intimidating to you, but you tried to hype himself up, thinking to yourself that one day you’d be like those guys. Eager to finally begin the process, you quickly swiped your ID card at the front desk and entered the locker room towards the right side of the building.

Once you entered, you had to steady yourself as you were given an incredibly sexy vision of a sea of buff men nearly naked sans their jockstraps and possible compression gear. Walking past them, you felt intimidated by both their size and height, as almost every guy was taller than your petit 5’2”. As you walked farther back into the locker room, it became a struggle to hide your engorged member.

Eventually, you made your way to the back of the locker room and breathed a sigh of relief as you found no one residing there. Setting down your backpack, you awkwardly look around to make sure no one is around. With the coast being clear, you begin to undress, taking off your buttoned-up shirt and jeans until all that’s left are your simple white briefs. Looking down, your nervous face turns into a slight frown as you look at the small section of fat prominently residing around your gut. You were thankful that you were able to hide it with your clothing for so long, but it wasn’t enough anymore. You needed to burn that fat away immediately and indefinitely.

Setting both your gym clothes and your street clothes into two piles on the bench, you look around once more as you gingerly prepare to take off your underwear. However, right before you switch into some boxer briefs, your eyes take note of an abandoned jockstrap on the floor near the other end of the empty bench. Walking down, you look at the undergarment and grab it, beginning to inspect the black jockstrap. It looks freshly clean, and as you decide to give it a slight whiff, you find that you cannot detect any scent that could resemble sweat. In fact, it smelled freshly washed, with the scent of a laundry detergent being the only thing you could take note of.

You couldn’t describe it, but the longer you held it, an intense desire to wear it began to amplify. It wasn’t used luckily, and you couldn’t deny that you found jockstraps sexy. For years, you had seen men in tight form-fitting ones online and in porn. You wished to be ripped like them, so you told yourself that you should wear clothes like them too. Making sure no one was around once more, you rip off your white briefs and quickly pull the jockstrap up over your genitals. Once it’s on your body, you can’t help but feel slightly attractive. You never would have worn a jockstrap on your own volition, so you can’t help but feel a little thankful for the mysterious jockstrap that you had come across. Given that you were about to work out and hopefully have a body worthy of the jockstrap, you also theorized that by wearing it, it could be your way of encouraging yourself to have the best body you could. 

Quickly putting on  your workout clothes, you can’t help but smile as you think about the fact that you’re about to begin the process you’ve been dreaming of for years. As you walk down each aisle, you’re surprised by the fact that there’s no longer any jocks in here. Right as you’re about to reach the doorway and head into the gym, you stop to take a look at yourself in the mirror. Once you stop, you look awkwardly into the mirror and give yourself a nod of approval. However, your eyes ignore your body as you begin to notice the dark smokey illusion that was residing behind you. Looking deeper into the mirror, you gasp as your eyes watch a pair of bright green eyes appear behind you. Turning around, you could only display a look of shock as you come face to face with a large cloud of black smoke that dominates you in both size and height. Screaming in fear, you have no time to react as the cloud rapidly twirls up and rushes at you. Watching it continue to consume your body in a whirlwind, you slowly lose consciousness as the smoke overtakes you....

Your eyes jerk open as you find yourself back in the locker room. However, something seems off to you. Looking around, the locker room is now much fuller, with a gaggle of guys playing locker room hijinks on each other around you. A man notices your look of shock and comes up to you. “Hey man, are you good?” the man asks, his face now sharing the look of concern. 

“Uh, I feel weird. I feel very strange, like I just woke up from the strangest dream…” you say, trying to figure out how all of these guys randomly appeared out of nowhere. The man’s face turns into a slight grin as he believes you’re joking. “Well dude, you should try to eat something then. You’re probably light-headed from how hard you were working out today. I was shocked when I caught sight of all of the weight you were re-racking. You’ve become quite the beast already! It’s crazy how much you’ve grown over these months!” He responds, a flash of a smile on his face as he puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes.

Looking down, you follow your eyes towards the shoulder that the man is grabbing, where you gasp at the sight. You can’t help but stumble backwards and into a set of lockers as you take note of a strange observation. Your body is clearly not the same as it was before you passed out. Your once twig-like arms are now pumped with muscle, which is made even more apparent to you from the sight of the bulging biceps that are straining against the seams of your form-fitting t-shirt. 

The guys all turn to you in shock, where you just quickly excuse yourself and head into the bathroom. Running into the nearest available stall, you slam the door and lock it behind you as you sit on the stool and try to come to terms with the weird sights before your eyes..

“What’s wrong? I granted your wish” you hear, which causes you to jump and look around to find the source of the deep voice. “Stop looking around, you will not find me”, the voice continues, “You’ve already seen me anyway, young human”. 

“Who are you? What did you do to me?” you respond, your voice remaining slightly quiet to keep yourself from seeming like a lunatic to the other guys for talking to no one while inside a stall.

The voice begins to explain, stating the fact that he’s a lost spirit who previously died in the gym decades ago. For years, he had been stuck here and unable to escape or move on, but that all seemingly changed with you. He wanted to live again, so he figured the best way to do that would be to possess a young man by tempting him. His ghostly form took the appearance of the black jockstrap that you originally put on. He then describes that cloud of smoke as his true ghostly form, which was when he first took control of your body.

He continued, where he began to explain how he’s spent the last several months sculpting your body to become a more appropriate vessel for him to inhabit. Finally deciding that your body was in good shape, he finally allowed your mind to return to a shared consciousness with his so you could see the results. 

In fact, the ghostly voice was so happy with the results so far that he began to offer a deal with you. He vowed to no longer take complete control of your body as long as you vowed to allow him to remain there. His deal involved a shared body setup, where you would be allowed to live your normal life as you see fit, but you would be required to go to the gym at least 4 days a week, where he would take control for the time being to train your body to be the best it could be. It was a symbiotic relationship of sorts, as he offered you the potential of having a muscular body like you always desired. Of course, the one caveat was the fact that you had to sacrifice some of your life to this man’s workout regime. 

You inquired about what would happen if you refused the terms of the deal, which is where he just simply replied that he would just take full control and only allow you to reappear once a year. He didn’t want to sacrifice such a body ripe with potential and go back to becoming a ghost, especially since he had spent the last several months training your body to be its best.

Realizing that you’d be unable to get rid of the ghost no matter your choice, you gave in and agreed to his deal. Some control was better than becoming a passenger in your old body, so it seemed like a no brainer to you. The ghost was quite happy with your decision, vowing that you would ultimately find this partnership to be quite beneficial. It would give him the chance to live once more and allow you to be the ripped jock you’ve always wanted to be without even having to do the work yourself.

As the ghost retreated from the forefront of your shared mind, you found yourself back in full control of your body and thoughts as you exited the bathroom and returned to the now-deserted locker room. Walking around to make sure the locker room was empty, you headed towards the back section of the locker room to take stock of your new body. It felt oddly fitting to be back here to see the results of your new partnership given that this was the spot where you unknowingly let a ghost completely change your life.

You quickly slipped off your t-shirt and shorts until you were left in just the cursed black jockstrap. You stared into the mirror and admired your new body. It felt obviously foreign given how you weren’t used to navigating around the thick biceps, firm pecs, and well-defined thighs you now had. However, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were much hotter than you were prior. The ghost seemed to have some fun in your body as well, as you take note of the various tattoos that you now found displayed on your neck and chest. Most people would expect to be in complete shock and unaccepting of their new appearance, but you found that you were fully embracing it. As you pulled out your phone and took a photo of your broad muscular backside and perky ass, you couldn’t help but smile at all of the possibilities you now had.

This was the deal of a lifetime!

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Hello Sir, I was wondering if you could help me out. I’m an average 36 year old 3/4 white 1/4 Mexican guy. I’ve always been jealous of my adopted Japanese 24 year old twink brother. Is there a way you can make me more like him or understand things from his point of view better? Thank you for your assistance!

Becoming A Younger Twin

It had always been a struggle for you to relate to your brother, especially given your older age of 36 while your youngest brother was only 24. The level of disconnect only furthered as you realized that you both grew up in different cultures and thus lost the ability to bond over similar life experience. You were close with your middle sibling, a 34-year-old biological brother named Dave, so you desperately wanted to form that same brotherly bond with your new sibling. However, after your family adopted Johnny, you found every attempt of yours to grow close to him failed. You guys were both very different in terms of personality and those previously discussed differences didn’t help at all in terms of mending the bridge between you and your adopted brother. 

However, after several years of attempting to grow close, you eventually gave up on forming that brotherly bond. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to grow close to him, the problem was that you never knew how to approach it so you could help relate with him. I could understand your annoyance with this problem, so it definitely makes sense why you reached out to me to help you out. Luckily, I’ve come up with a great idea on how to fulfill your wish… 

It seemed to me that the best idea to allow you to grow closer to your brother would be to turn you into his twin. No longer would you have to worry about the dynamic of being older or younger than him. Now, you’d both be on equal footing and have to go through the same experiences together in life.

As I declared my wish for you, the changes in your body quickly began. Moving away from your computer, you were left speechless at just how quickly I granted your wish. Looking into your wall mirror, you were happy to see your older body quickly youthened down to your new age of 24. Wrinkles quickly dissolved from your body as your skin began to radiate in its newfound youth. With your body finishing up the final stages of growing younger, any excess flab due to being a working adult quickly dissolved off of your body and left you with the same twinkish body type as your brother.

With your age changes completed, your body continued to tingle with magical influence, making you realize that my changes weren’t quite finished. Taking off your clothes due to the combination of the tingle and a radiating heat, you could only watch in excitement as your body began to inflate with muscle. A toned stomach quickly reformed as a six-pack of cobblestone abs pushed out and your frail arms buffed up into a decent yet intimidating set of biceps. You felt a searing pain radiate off your chest, and you could only look down and groan in pain as a large tattoo faded into existence on top of your growing pectorals.

Now, cosmetic changes continued as your hair grew shades darker from a brownish hue to a jet black color. Your hair then restyled itself into a more youthful style as well, which caused you to smile while running your thinner hands through the thick hair you now had. To complete your transition into Johnny’s twin, you stared in the mirror as your white complexion rapidly disappeared and was replaced into an identical complexion as your now-biological Asian brother.

The tingling sensation quickly dissipated from your body as you realized the physical changes had finally completed. Your eyes begin to look around the room and you stare in wonder as reality begins to rewrite itself and change to make it seem as though you’d always been Johnny’s twin. Your decor changes to better match your new life, with decorations popping into existence which celebrates your new heritage and just further showcases your new younger life. Unknown to you, your clothes begin to change as well to become better accommodating for your new life.

As I finish rearranging your room, you feel a slight static shock shoot through your brain when I send in tons of new memories that detail your journey to becoming the adopted child of the parents who used to be your biological ones. Although you were Johnny’s twin, memories inform you that you were now the youngest twin, being born just a few minutes after Johnny. I couldn’t help but add a little twist to your wish and make it so now you’re both a twin and the youngest sibling in the family now. With new memories also informing you of your new relationship with your once-biological brother Dave, you couldn’t help but smile as my reality rewrite made it so now you’re close with both of your siblings now. 

With my mental changes, I decided to leave in the memories of your old life this time so you’d always know who you used to be. Given your desire to become close to Johnny, I figured it would be a good idea to keep those old memories, so you could remember all of the brotherly things you never got the chance to do with him. It was my way of reminding you and encouraging you to do those things you’ve always dreamed of. 

Leaving you alone to fully comprehend your new life after finishing my changes, you couldn’t help but smile as you realize that your wish has finally been fulfilled. You had now been given the ability to become closer to him than ever before. By becoming his twin, you now could relate to him on a whole new level and thus form that brotherly bond you had spent years desiring.

As if on cue, you hear a knock on the door and Johnny’s voice is heard from the other side of the door. “Are you ready?” he asks, which causes you to dive deep into your memories and figure out what he’s referring to. Within no time, you remember your plans with him to go to the beach to be horny young men and try to pick up some potential suitors.

Wasting no time, you quickly tell him you’ll be down in a second and you look around in your new wardrobe to find the perfect bathing suit to pick up some lovers. Fumbling around in your dresser drawers, you eventually find a blue-striped speedo and decide this was the perfect choice. Putting on a pair of athletic shorts and a snug tank top that shows off your impressive build, you quickly bound down the stairs and head out with Johnny towards the beach.

During the trek to the beach, you felt so happy as you and Johnny naturally engaged in conversation and playfully treated each other as brothers like you’d always wanted. Time passed so seamlessly that you didn’t even notice as you traversed from the grassy pathway into the sandy beach. The only time when it was made clear to you was the moment when your flip-flops immediately allowed your toes to become engulfed in the hot sand. 

Heading into the changing room with Johnny, you quickly take off your shorts and tank top and shower off after Johnny finishes. As you head back towards the beach, your face permanently has a wide grin plastered over it as you can’t help but feel so happy about your new life. Not only could you be closer to your brother, you now had a rocking body and a new chance at enjoying your youth. And based on how great you both looked, it seemed like a no brainer that you both were going to have a great night as well...

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Ouija Boards Don’t Have A Sense of Humor

This idea was a request by @leothunder21. If you have a story idea you’d like me to write, feel free to send it in here! ​

You originally scoffed at the idea of playing with the board with your friends, but after a few drinks and an open mind, you eventually gave into their pleas. You weren’t a believer in the supernatural, so you found it hard to believe that using a ouija board would end up with any fun result. To you, it was just a dumb parlor trick that was able to fool the lighthearted and those desperate for evidence of life after death.

When the game first started, the group began by asking for any spirits to make their presence known. After a few attempts, their questions were completely ignored and elicited no response. To try and join in on the fun, you called out “Spirit, make yourself known!” and chuckled. Out of nowhere, the planchette quickly slid across the board, pulling everyone along with it in a single swoop. Everyone else gasped and cried out in shock, but you were not convinced. Assuming that it was just a joke, you cockily declared “Well, what do you want then?” 

You and your friends meticulously watched the board as the planchette dashed across the board letter by letter. “B-O-D-Y” it spelled out, which made you chuckle at such a predictable answer then. Your friends were still sure that the board was real and begged you to leave it alone, but you wouldn’t give it up. “If it’s a body you want, come and take mine then. I’m not sure anyone would want a body like this though, even a ghost has standards...” you stated. And it was somewhat true, you weren’t the ugliest guy ever, but you certainly weren’t in the top 100 guys that someone would wish to look like. Overall, you were quite average and your clothing didn’t help your case, which only emphasized your lanky body and average demeanor. 

Apparently though, the spirit talking through the board was willing to take you up on the offer. Your face quickly drops from a cocky smile to a look of amazement as a billowing plume of smoke manifested out of the plastic viewfinder in the center of the planchette. Your friends gasped in shock, but both you and your friends could do nothing as the smoke darted towards you. It took only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity for you as the smoke shot down your nose and throat. You could only gag and choke on the smoke, but right as you felt yourself reaching the brink of asphyxiation, you suddenly drifted off into a state of slumber.

When you wake up, you find yourself laying on a dark black floor. Unsure what was going on, you frantically search around as you find yourself lost in a seemingly endless dark void. Upon a second inspection, your eyes suddenly recognize a form manifesting out of the void. Within several seconds, you watch as a hulking brute of a man materializes in front of you and gives you a devilish grin. “Well hello there” he said, his husky voice echoing within this darkness you now found yourself in. “Who are you? What do you want?” You respond, your tone pointed to tell the man you weren’t intimidated by him. “You know who I am, you invited me into your body” he chuckled, which made you begin to realize that this was some form of ghost. 

As a look of panic began to spread over your face, the man directed you to remain calm. He detailed his story about how he was an up-and-coming jock who was killed in a freak accident. For years now, he’d been searching for a host to help him have an opportunity at life once more, so he was ecstatic when you willingly offered up your body to him. When you asked him if he was going to take control of your body and leave you here, he chuckled and curtly stated that he had no desires to trap you deep within the trenches of your mind. Instead, the specter proposed a new deal that would be beneficial to the both of you. By accepting his deal, he stated that he would be able to help you become an irresistible man that would demand attention and respect. By merging your souls, you would be given the opportunity to be the assertive man you had always longed for. The spirit’s demands were fairly simple, where he would be allowed to have access to all of your senses and thus get to experience life once more (even if he was permanently in the passenger seat). He asked for the ability to mentally communicate with you when necessary, where he would only offer tips and tricks when it came to becoming a jock like he once was. 

You stood there, thinking about your possibilities. If you refused, there was always the possibility that the ghost’s demeanor would change and thus punish you for not agreeing to its terms. As you considered the deal, you realized that it wasn’t a completely terrible one. By letting this spirit take up a residence within you, you’d remain in control and become a buff jock like you always wished. On top of that, you’d be allowed to maintain your intelligence and personality to become a truly triple-threat with a killer body, a high IQ, and an approachable yet cocky personality. 

After a few more minutes of thinking it over, you looked at the spirit and placed your hand forward. “It’s a deal then”, you stated with a smile. The ghost returned the pleasantry and shook your hand and flashed a bright smile.

For moments, everything went dark, but things were happening while you remained unconscious. In the real world, your friends began to gasp as your body began to contort and twist in a gruesome fashion. Your body let out natural grunts and growls during the contortions, but that wasn’t all that was happening. Your arms tensed up as fists clenched, but to your friends’ surprise, your arms began to explode with muscle. With the visual resembling a balloon being blown up, your friends could only look in shock as biceps inflated into existence and forearms thickened to create two intimidating arms. The changes continued downward as your body continued to inflate with muscle. Your thin torso soon began to explode, with hefty pectorals manifesting within seconds and stretching your shirt to the absolute brink of ripping. One-by-one, abdominal muscles emerged and popped into place down your stomach. With these changes finishing on your torso, your stretched t-shirt ultimately lost the battle and ripped in several places.

With your torso now completed, the changes move a few inches south as it begins to localize around your dick. Even down to the equipment, you were incredibly average. This situation is soon remedied as your dick begins to lengthen several inches and gain a little bit of girth as well. The changes move to your backside, which is clear to your friends as they watch you slowly rise up on the bed. Your ass begins to inflate with a healthy mix of muscle and fat until you’re left with a brand new bubble butt.

The changes once again continue its downward movement, with your legs becoming the new focus. Your friends could only stare at your jean-covered legs, watching as the flesh underneath rippled and waved in a strange fashion. It didn’t take long before your thighs began to grow a musculature that would have only been possible after years of hard work in a gym. Finally, your calves also inflated as well to show that your new body was quite the runner. Much like your t-shirt, your jeans were ultimately no match for your wide thick thighs and ultimately caused the denim to shred. To finish up the physical changes, your body tenses up as your height quickly grows from a normal 5’8” to an intimidating 6’4”. In response, your jeans now look like a pair of capris and your t-shirt begins to ride up until it more closely resembled a midriff shirt.

Now that your body’s musculature had completely changed, a final wave of cosmetic changes began to spread across your body. Through the tattered shirt and ripped jeans, your friends watched as jet black tattoos began to manifest all across your body. Your nerdy friends gasped in response, immediately growing intimidated by just the sight of the fresh ink. As the changes begin to dwindle down, your hair starts to magically recede into your scalp until you’re left with a look of a freshly buzzed hair that only adds to your now permanent look of dominance. While the hair finishes disappearing from your scalp, facial hair also begins to push out of your pores. The wiry brown hair quickly grows out of your face until you’re left with a modest beard. To finish, a little bit of trimming occurs around your mouth with your mustache and goatee area.

Now that your changes are finished, it’s as if on cue when your eyes jolt open. As you return to consciousness, you grumble and groan due to how heavy you feel. “Gosh, that was such a weird dream…” you say, tilting your head in confusion as you hear the deeper voice coming out of your mouth. When you bring your hand up to your face to wipe your eyes and stretch your arms behind your head, your eyes go wide as you see the thick hands and tatted-up forearms and biceps you now had. Watching your biceps bulge through your ripped t-shirt, you grin as you realize that the ghost truly did follow through with his promise. “Thank you” you thought, hoping that the ghost was able to somehow hear your appreciation. You jump at first as you hear the spirit’s voice echo within your mind. “Thank you as well, I appreciate you doing this for me!” he says, a surprisingly cheery tone being noticed in his voice. 

Standing up, you stumble and attempt to remain upright as you attempt to get used to your new weight and center of gravity. You hadn’t expected such a change, but it was understandable given all of the muscles you had just been gifted. Your friends have become totally forgotten in your mind as you head into a bathroom to check yourself out. After flicking on the light and turning towards the mirror, you gasp at just the sight of your new body. Tired of seeing the tattered shirt, you grip the fabric and rip it completely off your body, revealing your inked and buff body. You shift in the mirror and take note of your beefy pecs and flex for your own satisfaction. As you feel your now-larger dick beginning to firm up at the sight of yourself, you decide that it’s best to go out and explore the town. No longer in the mood with playing childish games, you grab your oversized winter coat that now fits perfectly and head out into the night. With a body like this, you were eager to see what the world had to offer you now.

It had been almost a year now since the change and life had only gotten dramatically better for you since then. As it turns out, the spirit used to be a football player, so upon him bring up this fact, you asked him to share that knowledge. Your brain became overstimulated as years of experience flooded your mind. Various plays, tips on how to be the best player, and even experiences that the ghost had in his past life began to spring forth to the front of your mind. After returning to a normal state of consciousness, you decided that it would be a shame to waste this knowledge and ultimately tried out for the team. 

With this built body and his shared knowledge, you immediately made the team and eventually became the star player on the team. In less than a season, you turned a failing football team into a championship winning team. With your meteoric rise, the college bent to any whim of yours to keep you from leaving them. As a result, you were given a full ride scholarship and the full backing of the college as they vowed to help you go pro once you graduate. It was obvious why they would do that, given your meteoric rise and already growing social media following, the opportunity of you going pro would only positively represent and promote their college. The partnership with you and the ghost had turned out to be mutually beneficial for the both of you. Now, you both were looking to accomplish things that neither of you would have ever done solo... 

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I’m pretty much a hairless, toned-twink. I’ll take anything you can give. Can you help me out?

Twisting Your Wish

Of course, I’m glad to help you. I’m always jumping at the opportunity of giving someone a new perspective on life. Given that I’ve been itching for a response like this, I have quite the change planned for you. For starters, I think it’s time to give you a different body type other than a hairless twink like you said. At this current moment, I’m thinking that maybe a body belonging to an older, hairier, and beefier guy is the best change of scenery for you. As a little bit of my own twisted irony, I’ll make it so your entire body is hairy but your head will remain completely bald.

I’ve finalized all of the changes, making it so all of these changes occur while you sleep. Watching you toss and turn as you transform into your new body, I can’t wait to see your face upon waking up. Ah yes, here we go, you’re finally waking up! 

Wait a second, what’s with the sad face? I gave you exactly what you wished for. You even said that you’d take anything you could get. I’ve given you an entirely new life and I don’t think you look bad at all. Stop with the phone, no matter how many photos you take to try and prove that this is just a dream, it’s of no use. This is your new life now… it’s permanent.

Take some time to explore your new body. I think that those tattoos really add to your beefy frame if I do say so myself! It really adds to the disconnect of your flailing body movements as you try to grow used to having such a hulking form now. It’s definitely a far cry from your former twink-self, and that’s exactly why it’s so perfect for you!

Wait, no. No, don’t cry! It’s going to be ok. In a few days, I made it so that some mental changes will occur to give you a more fitting personality for that body. Of course, I made it so you’ll always remember what you had and gave up, but I think some mental changes will help you. Despite my enjoyment of watching you try to navigate this hairy beefy body, I know that you’ll need some assistance when it comes to your job. Oh, did I forget to mention? In this new life, you’re a construction worker who works grueling hours. But yes, those mental changes will certainly help you adjust in time. I certainly wouldn’t want you to get injured after just getting your dream wish granted.

Oh, look at that. Your phone just let out a ding. Cheer yourself up and go take a look at your notifications. Due to your shock, I knew that you would be unable to really get into exploring your new body. So, I took it upon myself of scheduling a little hookup session for you to celebrate this wonderful new life you have. 

In fact, I think that’s him knocking on the door now. If you don’t enjoy this body now, just wait till you get to experience while topping the same kind of twink you used to be. I made sure that you’re perfectly equipped in the downstairs area to make every partner feel amazing. So go on, get up and answer the door. It’s going to be a magnificent time and I’m sure you’ll agree sooner rather than later!

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So I've always loved chubby dudes, and I am one myself, but my jock brother always makes me feel inferior to him, always insulting me on my weight. I was wondering if you could show him what it's like to be as chubby as me, and show him all the benefits that come with it.

Punishing Your Big Brother

Thanks for reaching out, I can definitely understand why you reached out to me. It’s never a great thing to be insulted, but it’s always worse when it comes from your own family. I personally relate to your troubles, so I’m going to help you. Don’t worry though, I’m not going to add some twist to your wish.

Luckily, I have just a perfect idea to get your older brother to learn what it’s like to not be a well-sculpted muscle jock. Based on his behavior, I believe that a little bit of humiliation is necessary for your brother to start to comprehend the message you’re trying to get across. So, I think the best course of action would be for me to enchant some of his clothing. In particular, I’m enchanting his workout gear and jockstraps. The enchantment on these items will last for three days to give him plenty of opportunities to wear them. 

I could totally relate and understand your glee as you watched your brother head out to go workout at the local gym the next day. Your mind ran rampant as you thought about just how big your brother would grow during his gym session. 

You couldn’t watch as he transformed, but I certainly did. I watched as he bench pressed several sets, unaware of his arms bulging and growing more and more flabby with each passing set. While using a set of dumbbells, I was surprised as he noticed his pecs puffing out larger and larger from underneath his shirt. But, given his cocky demeanor, he thought nothing was amiss. In fact, he believed that his pecs had only gotten much more muscular than he remembered. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his blatant ignorance of his changes as his mind wouldn’t allow himself to think anything was amiss. 

Next, I watched him do a series of set-ups, oblivious to the increasing resistance that was centralizing on his stomach. It was quite hot to watch as his abs quickly disappeared from existence and a thick gut pushed forth from his torso. As he ran on the treadmill, he couldn’t tell that his thighs were thickening with each minute of running. The only reason that he noticed was when he began to feel his thighs rub against each other. However, he thought nothing of it and just widened his running stance to compensate.

Finally finished with his workout, he headed into the locker room. As he passed some fellow gym-goers, he failed to notice their snickering, laughing as they realized just how chunky he had become since they last saw him.

Upon exiting the shower, I maniacally chuckled as I watched him wipe away the fog and finally allowed for the illusion of his amazing musculature to become shattered. My levels of anticipation were not disappointed as I watched him shriek in disgust as he put his thicker hands on his gut. Confused, he jiggled the large gut he had just manifested as his face contorted into a look of revulsion. He groaned as he cupped his flabby pecs and watched them shake with every single step he took.

It was no surprise to me that he immediately got dressed in his now too-tight workout clothes and bolted out of the gym. By the way he entered the house in haste, you knew that something was up. He ran up the stairs, which now creaked under the increased weight he had accumulated.  While he sprinted up the stairs, he grew increasingly repulsed as he felt his entire body jiggle in response to every step. He slammed the door and fell into his bed, where he began to cry and mourn for the loss of his god-like physique.

Of course, when I said that I didn’t do a twist, I was lying. Upon his workout, I made it so his friends and family (other than you and him) had their reality shifted to believe that both you and your brother have always been chubby. I figured it would cause too much of a fuss to have everyone in your family become as equally shocked by his growth. Now, only you and your brother knew how he used to be. As he came downstairs, you gasped in shock as he returned wearing nothing but one of his workout jock straps. Despite the fact that I altered reality, I neglected to change his clothing to fit his more flabby form. You asked what was going on, but he just simply said that nothing in his closet fit anymore. You attempted to conceal your chuckle when your father referred to your brother as “big boy”, especially given the fact that your brother used to taught you with derogatory terms like that. Your brother just simply crossed his arms across his flabby pectorals and headed towards the couch to join you.

Unable to pretend that nothing happened, you ask him what happened to him and he recounts his story about his magical gym session. You act surprised rather well, making it as if you had no clue what was happening. Before you could continue your conversation, your mother interrupts you to say that it’s dinner time. As you walk over with him, you take the opportunity to whisper in his ear. “Go ahead and pig out a bit, you don’t have to worry about counting calories anymore”, which makes him look at you in shock. 

As both of you take your place at the table, you’re shocked to see your brother adapting quicker than you thought. He begins stacking his plate with food, more food than you’d ever seen him eat before. Just like you, I was shocked at just how well he was adapting. I hadn’t included any mental changes for him, so it’s amazing just how well he’s leaning into his chubbier body. 

After dinner, you both sat on the couch and watched TV, making small talk about school and sports as if nothing major had happened. There were several moments however where you watched him look down and explore his nearly naked body. He’d run his hands along his distended gut or feel his flabby arms, jiggling them and recognizing the loss of the thick solid muscle he once had.

“You ok dude? You’re taking your growth surprisingly well…” you ask, curious as to what’s going on with him. He turns and looks to you, responding with a calm “Yeah, I’m doing surprisingly ok. I mena, I obviously miss those muscles and the endless babes that it scored me, but being a chub like you isn’t too bad I suppose…” he says, taking a swig of his remaining beer can.

With the commercial break ending, you both direct your attention back to the TV as you both finish your cans of beer and you get up to throw them in the trash. As you’re walking away, you gasp in shock as you hear a deep belch reverberate around the room, causing your brother to chuckle at his behavior. It was so strange to think that just a few hours prior that your brother was an absolute jock, a drop-dead lady killer who constantly ridiculed the type of man he had now become.

As you sit back down on the couch and continue to watch TV, you realize that the ball is in your court now. Will you tell your brother about the source of his weight gain or will you ignore it and have him keep the jock strap on? You consider the possibilities for both. If you have him take it off and not wear it again within the next three days, the magic ends and he remains as chubby as he is now. If you have him wear any of the enchanted clothes and go workout again, you can get him to grow even further and make it so he’s permanently the bigger brother in every sense of the word. Maybe you could even attend the gym with him just to watch the changes occur for yourself… 

Hmm, much to think about if I do say so myself!

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There’s a guy at the gym who is better than me in every possible way. He’s at least 6’4 while I’m 5’8. His body is ripped while mine is way too thin. The hair on his chest always peaks out of his shirt and from under his arms and I can’t even grow any. I can’t tell if I’m jealous of him or into him. I want to be better than him

Finding Balance In Bulk

I’ve read your request and I love the potential here. So, consider this a done deal. In fact, you can even feel the changes beginning as you read this right? You grit your teeth in pain as your bones crack and snap, allowing you to grow height until you’re 6’5”, just an inch taller than your gym crush. Once the pain resides, you sit up from your desk, smiling through the pain-induced panting you’ve had to endure. Given your new height, the t-shirt that was once perfectly sized for your body is now too small, as it ends up resting just a few inches above your waistline to expose some skin. Before you can continue to admire your height, you feel a deep pressure begin to overtake every inch of your body. Your skin goes numb as if thousands of needles have pierced your skin in a quick swoop. 

As each invisible needle presses down on its corresponding plunger, you begin to feel as if your body is inflating. In fact, as you look down in confusion, you realize that you ARE in fact inflating. Inch-by-inch, your pectorals puff out in front of you until you gain an impressive pectoral shelf that would rival even the bustiest of women. Despite never having any form of bulging pectorals, you find yourself easily flexing your pectorals as you chuckle at your new growth. 

As for the rest of your body, the inflation continues as you watch your beginner-level biceps quickly level-up into something completely awe-inspiring. You can only stare as your arms only continue to bulk out to sizes that you had only ever dreamed of. The growth is too much for the simple sleeves of your graphic t-shirt, causing them to easily tear to shreds. Inch-by-inch, your arms bulk out until you’re left with thick meaty forearms, rugged callused hands, and biceps that could rival the size of basketballs.

While flexing, you can’t help but feel surprised at just how well-built you’ve become. You wanted to be the best there could be, and I’m certainly delivering that wish to you. By the time I’m done with you, no one in that gym would be able to say that they’re more muscular or hotter than you. 

During your flexing session, you’re oblivious to the other changes that occur on your body. Your torso expands wider to add to your new intimidating frame along with a thickening in your neck to work in tandem with your larger trap muscles. Your modest set of abdominal muscles are a sight to behold as they’re inflated and reformed into a set of thick well-defined muscles. When the needles shoot into your legs, you fall back into your bed as a mixture of numbness and pain overtakes the limbs. 

The pair of jeans that you are wearing are immediately ripped to shreds as the sharp angular muscles of your thighs bulge out and create an intimidating look. Your calves also bloom as well, causing a slight twinge of pain as they bulk up and turn you into a man who would have no problem with running long distances now. 

With the pain alleviating from your legs, you stand up and take sight of yourself in the bathroom mirror. Through tattered clothing, it’s immediately apparent that you’re an intimidating man now. As you paced into the bathroom, you couldn’t help but notice your gait having to be immediately adjusted to accommodate for the thicker legs you now possess. Tired of seeing the tattered shirt, you grab it by the collar and tug. As the fabric rips off of your body in an immediate test of your new strength, you flash the widest smile you’ve ever given. Calling yourself built was an understatement, you’re a beast now! 

While flexing your muscles and admiring your body, the final set of changes begin to emerge. It starts with an intense itching, which makes you immediately worry about some type of rash. But the more you scratch your body, you begin to watch thick batches of hair push forth from your skin. Given that you want to be the hairiest you can be, you constantly itch and massage your skin as your chest develops a full pelt, your torso grows incredibly hairy, and those changes occur all of the way down to your feet. You scratch your crotch, eager to have the changes affect your modest bush as well, which the magic complies with as the hair explodes out of your crotch. Looking into the mirror, you take notice of your enlarged manhood, which is only fitting for a body this built.

With everything from your neck down completely hairy, you look in the mirror and decide that it would be best to have the fully hairy look on your face as well. As such, you run your meaty hands along your cheeks and jawline. A thick beard begins to manifest itself on your body, which sends a shiver down your spine. You always had a thing for hairy men, so to see yourself as the guy in the mirror, it’s quite erotic to think about. 

Despite your dick begging for release from the tattered confines of your jeans, you decide that you might as well edge yourself and head off to the gym to explore just how buff you are now. Given your new size, you figured that there would be some man there with muscle envy who would be more than willing to worship your body and service you in any way you wanted. With your mind decided, you quickly head into the closet and grab your baggiest clothes to try and compensate for your new build. After finding a pair of once-baggy sweatpants and a wife-beater, you head out into the night to go to the gym… 

Upon entering into the gym, all eyes immediately focus on you as you swipe your membership card and enter the locker room. While dropping your bag off into a locker, you glance around the room and discover your gym crush in there, just preparing to shower after an apparently intense workout by just how sweaty his body is. Deciding you want to brag and show off your new body, you rip off your wife-beater and saunter over there, staring in lust at his sweat-glistened body and thinking about just how delectable he looks. 

“Hey man, how was your workout?” You ask upon approaching the man. He looks up to you and his eyes go wide as he looks at the bulky sight he sees before him. “Uh, it was good, you’re just coming in to start your workout then?” he asks, shifting in his shorts to seemingly conceal the growing attraction he feels towards the new you. “Yeah, something like that. I’m desperate for more gains” you mutter before throwing up your arms and beginning to do a series of various flexes for the man.

“Yeah, you’re definitely a well-built man!” the man exclaims, his eyes looking at your muscles with laser-focused intent as he sizes you up. “However, I don’t think those muscles are the result of real determination at the gym. How about you come on over here and worship some real bulk?” He continues, chuckling as he moves his shirt and shows off his pectoral to you.

Despite your anger directed towards the man, you can’t help but feel a weird desire to follow his orders. Something about his cockiness appealed to you despite just how big you are now. “C’mon now, don’t be shy. Get on over here and take a closer look at a real hunk.” He says as he flexes his smaller yet still intimidating biceps. As he gives a cocky grin, you can’t help but feel slightly turned on by his behavior.

Unable to resist, you lumber over to him and begin to run your hands along his smaller yet just as intimidating muscles. The longer you worship him, you quickly become putty in the man’s hand. As he drops his shorts and pushes your head down towards his crotch, you can’t help but feel compelled to do as he says...

For a body like that, you had to have known that there would be some sort of sacrifice to get me to do this wish for you. I’m all for helping people, but I’ve got to keep it exciting for myself as well. The thought of a big well-defined man like yourself now getting off on servicing a smaller man is quite hot to think about. Looking down at your crotch and glancing at the bulge forming from those sweatpants, you realize that your new body agrees with me. 

So go ahead, get down on your knees and take care of your gym crush and competition. I’m sure if you do well enough, he’ll be up for round two with you. As the hungry bottom you now are, I’m sure you’re going to get such a kick out of him talking about just how big and buff you are as he gives it to you good from behind...

Thanks for your request though! Based on the wide smile plastered onto your face, I’m glad to see I have another satisfied customer.

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Hey! So I’ve been seeing you have been doing twink to large beefy guy transformations (and as a small skinny femme gay blonde twink myself (I’m 20 too so hopefully that’s enough descriptors to help you know what you’re working with)) I’d love to be turned into the largest beefiest manliest guy you got. I’m tired being looked down upon other guys my age and older men and getting harassed by them. Thank you so much for your time, and if you decide to help me out here!

Reflecting On Your Desires

Waking up in the morning, you groan as you stretch and feel incredibly sore for some reason. Upon grabbing your cell phone and absentmindedly placing it between your underwear and waist, you lumber out of your bedroom towards the kitchen to get your morning cup of coffee. Despite your small frame and light steps, you grow increasingly confused as you continue down the hall. With each passing step, you can hear your wood floors groaning and loudly creaking underneath your feet. Continuing down the hallway, you also begin to notice that the pictures hanging on the walls wobble in response to even the lightest of steps. Looking down, your eyes meet the same thin body that you had the night before and every other night as well. Due to this drowsiness, you begin to forget about the weird experience, chalking it up to your cheap apartment just being in a worse state than you remembered. 

Upon heading into the kitchen, you begin to make breakfast and prepare to get ready for your day. Although you hated going to the gym due to the judgmental glances that the swole homophobic jocks gave you, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly compelled to work out today. Upon finishing your breakfast, you start to walk back towards your bathroom to get some clothes. Thinking more about the gym, you make a mental note about going later in the day after finishing some errands if you were still feeling up for it. Checking the time and realizing all that you had to do today, you put your plates in the sink and pace back down your hallway towards the shower. 

However, before you can make it all the way back, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Upon opening up your phone and entering Snapchat, you realize that a few of your streaks will soon be expiring. Hoping to remedy that, you quickly swipe and pull open the camera to take a quick photo to send to your friends. As you take the photo and look down at your phone, your eyes go wide at the sight before you. Instead of your blonde twink frame, a hulking man with dark brown hair is showcased in the photo doing the same pose that you did. 

Looking down at your body, your confusion grows stronger as you only see the thin frame you’ve always had. However, as you look up and into the mirror that you took the photo in, the bulky man remains showcased in your reflection. You walk closer to the mirror and watch as your bulky alter-ego does the same movements in response. Every possible facial expression is perfectly reflected, which makes you chuckle, especially when you do some of your naturally femme mannerisms that seem completely out of place for this bulky brute of a man.

Interestingly enough, you take note of your underwear and notice how even the clothing you wear is portrayed differently in the mirrored version of yourself. Instead of the bright briefs that you’re really wearing, the mirrored version of you is wearing some athletic underwear. Upon later inspection, you’d soon discover that every article of clothing that you have has a more masculine jock-related version that will be shown in your reflection. But, you do get an extra benefit of each item being a bit too small, something that will naturally show off your new bulging and muscled physique. 

It’s incredibly erotic as you stare deeply in both attraction and curiosity at your new form. As a result, it doesn’t take much more time before you begin to slip your underwear down to get a closer look at everything you’re now working with. A wide grin begins to spread across your face as you watch a thicker dick reveal itself to you. Despite being surprisingly well-endowed in your previous form, this new dick is incredibly hot to see given just how long and girthy it is. While looking at it, you begin to fantasize various hookups you’ll soon have and just how well this thick dick of yours will come in handy. With both versions of your dick firming up at the thought, you’re unable to deny that this new version of you is a dream come true. Now consumed in lustful admiration of your new body, you begin to flex your frail arms and watch as bulging biceps appear in your reflection. Every inch of your body is now bigger and bulkier, leaving you throbbing by the sight of what you’re seeing. 

While everyone else will see the mirrored version of yourself, a thick and beefy man with incredible muscles, you will only be able to see your old self. Think of it as a reminder of who you used to be to make you appreciate who you now are. With you retaining your personality and normal bodily movements befitting of a twink, I’m sure every potential partner and gym rival will be interested in learning more about the new jock on the block. However, those homophobic assholes won’t be so quick to throw insults your way now that you’re bigger than them now. In fact, those very same thoughts are running through your mind now. It’s no wonder that you quickly snap another photo and head off to get dressed for a workout. The call of the gym is ringing so incredibly loud in your ear now, and with a body like this, who are you to resist anymore?

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So I'm friends with a guy who is absolutely obsessed with chubby guys, and has a big crush on me, since I am one. However, he's kinda rude and abrasive otherwise, plus he looks kinda weedy. I was wondering if you could help me change his attitude for the better, maybe even give his body a makeover too?

Becoming What They Love: Chubby Chaser

Well, after reading this, I’m certainly down to help teach this guy a lesson. However, my changes to him shouldn’t be viewed as punishment. All bodies are beautiful and chubby guys like yourself are no exception. With the changes I have in mind, I’m hoping that a new body type will be extremely beneficial for your friend’s personality. In fact, I’d venture to bet that his lanky frame is actually the root of all of his problems. Let’s see if a softer build can help loosen him up and learn to enjoy life rather than being so critical!

I’m sure you’re quite curious to see what I have in mind, so here’s what I’m planning. Given that you are both quite close, I’ll hold off on the transformation until he’s over at your place and hanging out with you. With a front row seat to a transformation, I’m sure you’ll get quite a kick out of this!

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As you opened your front door and let your friend into the apartment, you couldn’t help but feel a tingle of anticipation course through your body. Your friend felt a strange chill overtake his body as well as he passed through the threshold of the doorway and allowed for my powers to infiltrate his body. He shivered upon entering, but luckily didn’t make a big fuss out of the sensation.

Expecting an immediate transformation, you couldn’t help but allow a slight frown to appear on your face as you saw his thin and lanky frame remaining unchanged. But, magic is not an instantaneous kind of power like the farcical portrayals that are showcased in the media today.. It needs time to build before executing your desires, so you remained cautiously optimistic that the changes would still occur. In the meantime, you still were left to handle your friend’s normal personality, which was currently expressed as he ranted and made snide comments about others that had irritated him at his job. However, halfway through his rant, you took note of the loud growling echoing from within his stomach. Despite the loud echo, you took note of your friend being completely oblivious to the growling noise permeating from his stomach. Looking down, it was as if it was on cue that his stomach began to grow more and more distended. 

While his body undergoes its transformation, you note that your friend is blissfully unaware of what’s going on to him. He continues to go on his rambling rant, but you pay it no mind and just continue to stare at his growing body. When you do take the chance to look up from his bulging stomach, a slight grin forms on your face as you take note of his fattening face. You watch as a slight double chin begins to manifest on his face while his neck grows wider in tandem.

Due to his unawareness, your friend doesn’t make a big fuss as his gut now firmly presses against the confines of his much smaller t-shirt. You take note of the tightness beginning to subside as a level of softness begins to appear on his body. His gut then begins to round out and droop down as he grows curvier by the second.

Your friend soon leans back onto the couch, which allows you to look at the sliver of flabby gut that now spills out from underneath his shirt. Despite previously not having mutual feelings for your friend, you can’t deny that he’s looking rather good so far. If he’s able to gain a new outlook that allows him to stop being so critical, you couldn’t help but consider the possibility of growing more intimate with him.

With his attention now focusing on the TV, you watch as his body moves on auto-pilot and he just awkwardly tugs on his tight t-shirt. After a few attempts to get his shirt to pull further down, your friend gives up and allows the shirt to just remain fixated around his belly button now. By this point, your friend had given up on finishing his rant as he became more transfixed on what was going on with the TV show playing. Allowing your jaw to drop in awe, you watch as he scratches his gut and chuckles as if nothing extraordinary is happening to him. 

While leaning farther back into the sofa, your eyes wandered upward and took note at his chest, watching as his fledgling pecs grew more and more flabby and pressed forth against his shirt as well. You watch as his chest grows more and more flabby, staring as his body grows wider as his flabby pectorals begin to sag to the side.

As he continued to watch the random sitcom that was playing, you stared in admiration at the soft gut that bounced with every hearty laugh. By this point, his gut now spilled forth farther into his lap until the changes suddenly ceased.

Looking around at the state of your friend’s body, you stifle a chuckle as you stare at your friend’s chunky upper half and take note of his still skinny bottom half reclining in the chair. The magic soon works fast to remedy this discrepancy, as you begin to watch his thighs grow thicker and thicker. Given that he was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts, you can easily see his thighs growing wider and thicker as the material soon grows skin tight against his changed legs. The shorts grow tinier and tinier in comparison to his body until they now ride up close to his crotch and resemble more like a pair of briefs. 

However, the fabric can only contain so much, which is evident when a loud rip echoes through the room. To your surprise, your friend is aware of the noise, asking you what’s going on. “Oh, I think you just ripped your shorts dude…” you stammer, curious to see if he finally freaks out. However, to your surprise, he makes no great fuss about it. “Oh, gotcha. I really need to get some new clothes huh?” he says, laughing and being surprisingly carefree in a way that you had never seen him be before. 

Immediately, your friend sits up and begins to walk towards your kitchen. Looking in awe, you watch as his stance has automatically changed to accommodate for his bigger body now. As he walks, you look at his body and watch as his gloriously flabby body bounces and sways with each passing step. After a few minutes, your friend soon returns with a bunch of snacks in his thicker hands. Immediately, he slumps back into the sofa and offers you some snacks. Not wanting to ruin his carefree vibe, you oblige and take a few treats and join him in his enjoyment of the TV program...

By the end of the night, you come to realize how much you enjoy your friend’s new life and body. As a chubby guy, your friend is much less rigid and pretentious, allowing for a more humble and sweeter personality to emerge. 

When it came time for him to head home, you offered him the opportunity to stay the night. This new version of your friend was beginning to completely change your perspective on him. Given the late hours, you soon began to be more openly flirtatious towards him. He took your jokes and flirtations well, often throwing another your way to showcase that he was still quite into you as well. It didn’t take much longer before you went in for a kiss, running your hand to the back of his neck. He ran his hands underneath your shirt and felt along your equally chubby body in admiration. Soon, one thing led to another and within minutes, you were both completely naked and admiring each other’s gorgeously flabby bodies in a whirlwind of passion and pleasure.

When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised by just how big of a smile appeared on your face when you saw him in bed next to you. You both locked eyes and smiled through your drowsiness, showcasing that this will most likely not be a one-night hookup.

After showering and having some more fun together, you both started to get ready to head out and go out to lunch together. However, as you began to get dressed, you noticed that your friend was incredibly bashful and shy. Curious, you asked what was going on and if everything was ok. “Yeah, but do you have some better clothes I could borrow?” he asked, holding up the shirt and shorts that once used to fit him. With the adorable look on his face, it didn’t take much for you to chuckle and lead him into your closet to give him a new wardrobe more fitting of his new body and life. 

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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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Meeting Your Idol: Cody Christian

This is a request from one of my followers. If you have a story idea you’d like me to write, feel free to send it in here! 

When you checked your mailbox one afternoon, you groaned as you flipped through the sea of envelopes. Of course, it was primarily bills, which only dampened your mood, but one strange envelope addressed from California was leaving you optimistic. As you walked back into your place and dropped the remaining stack of letters on the counter, you quickly ripped open the envelope to find out what was inside of it.

Inside was a letter, which you soon began to read with curiosity…

Congratulations,

You 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 prepare a bag and a car will be waiting outside tomorrow morning for your departure!

Sincerely, 

S-C Productions

“Holy shit!” you said, the letter falling from your hand as you jumped up and down in glee. Despite not remembering signing up for any contest, you were absolutely not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. You were about to head to California and meet your all-time celebrity crush: Cody Christian on the set of his show. You had been a fan for years, especially when he first appeared on Teen Wolf as the mischievous Theo. 

Of course, once you first established that crush on the actor, you began to follow his every career move. Even when you weren’t interested in the show that he was in, you still tuned in to watch him and thirst for the hot actor. This was especially the case for you with the show All-American, as you were not the type of demographic to be drawn into a show about sports. But given that Cody was portraying the hunky Asher on the show, you somehow found yourself glued to the TV every week. Now, it seemed to you like all of those years of stanning was about to pay off. You were now packing a bag and preparing to meet your idol!

With haste, you quickly packed up your suitcase with your best clothes to try and fit into the LA scene. Sure, you also wanted to try and impress Cody, but you were eager to look your best to try and stand out in a land of buff studs and sexy models. Despite your insane excitement for the day ahead of you, you soon found yourself quickly passing out just as you got into bed and your head made contact with the pillow. 

Before even the bright light of the early morning sun could invade your bedroom, a loud knock on the door caused you to jolt awake in shock. As you walked out and opened your front door, you came face to face with a well-dressed man, who began to ask if you were ready to leave for your trip. Due to the reminder of your upcoming trip, you soon broke out of your daze and began to scold yourself for not being ready to go. After asking for 15 minutes, you slammed the door and rushed into the shower, getting in and out in less than 3 minutes. You quickly ate a bowl of cereal as you got dressed, putting on a tank top and a pair of shorts in an attempt to dress comfortably due to the long flight ahead of you. Taking one last look in the mirror, you frowned slightly as you saw just how small you looked. Your body was incredibly frail to the point where even your tank top looked like it was several sizes too big while your shorts were only able to stay on due to the tied waistband. Quickly brushing your shaggy hair with your hand, you flashed your best attempt of a smile as you grabbed your bags and departed towards the airport.

The flight to LA was better than you expected, especially after seeing how it was portrayed in all of your favorite shows. As you exited the plane, you grabbed your luggage and began to walk towards the entrance of the airport. Luckily, there was a dorky looking man with dark rimmed glasses waiting for you with a sign that bore your name. When you approached the man, who introduced himself as Peter, he said that he was a worker on the show who was here to take you to the set for the tour and meet & greet. 

The man then grabbed your bags and loaded them into his car, which turned out to be a surprisingly impressive black Escalade. Hopping into the passenger seat, your face lit up in excitement as he drove you past all of the sights in LA. Driving past the Hollywood sign, you smiled as you realized you were this much closer to meeting your idol. It was an incredible sight to behold as Peter drove you down the busy roads, the hustle and bustle of the busy city only increasing your excitement. 

As Peter pulled into the side lot of the studio, you were practically jumping in your seat to try and catch a glimpse of Cody so you could tell him how much you loved his work. Of course, when you were unable to find your hunky celeb crush, you grew slightly disappointed from what you had planned in your head. To break you out of this daze, Peter quickly parked the car, where he then began to give you the rundown for what you would experience for the day. First, he would give you a tour of the studio and all of the sets for the show that weren’t currently being used for filming. After getting lunch, you would then go around and meet some of the actors on the show before they would allow you to sit behind the camera and watch their performances.

The tour itself was impressive, as evident by your wide smile as you saw sets of the show and began to recall scenes where Cody was in those same rooms. The lunch itself was nothing to write home about though, but it was at least a decent sub sandwich to last you for the rest of the day. 

Finally, as the clock went off to signal the end of lunch, you grinned in joy as the time had come for you to meet some of the stars of the show. As Peter led you onto the set where the actors were currently filming a football scene, you gasped and threw your hand over your mouth as you caught sight of Cody. He was looking absolutely gorgeous in a grey crop top that displayed his thick biceps and impressive abs, which caused you to have to quickly adjust yourself to conceal your rapidly growing boner.

When the director calls cut on the scene, Peter leads you out into the set, introducing you to the cast and stating the reason for your visit. You smile and shake hands with several of the other co-stars, but as you turn towards Cody and try to speak with him, you’re immediately interrupted.

“Hey dude, it’s great that you won this random contest and all, but I’m in the zone with my acting right now. I’d love to sit and chat, but I can’t handle this right now.” Cody said, which caused you to try and speak to him and apologize for the interruption. However, before you can speak, he interrupts you and begins to talk once more. “I don’t care what you have to say man. Can you just get off the set so we can finish our scenes for today and I can go home?” Cody continued, his voice turning into a growl that showed off the level of intimidation that you had seen him display so many times on the TV.

Not wanting to piss him off further, you obey his request and begin to quickly walk off the set. As you walk back, Peter puts his hand on your shoulder, apologizing for Cody’s behavior and saying that he’s been a real diva on set lately. Despite Peter’s attempts to make excuses, you were rightfully furious. You knew that acting was a hard job and demanded commitment to the role, but his behavior was absolutely ridiculous. Sitting in the back in one of those director chairs, your mind was filling up with rage about his behavior. You weren’t even expecting much, so the least he could have done was say hi and listen to what you had to say. Needing a release, you mentally made a plan to try and visit Cody’s trailer after and give the hunk a piece of your mind!

While Peter attempted to cheer you up and show you new stuff about the set, your excitement had completely faded and you were just eager for the man to leave you alone so you could enact your plan. After the crew shut down filming for the day, you watched as all of the actors rushed off to their trailers to clean up and go home to rest. Five minutes after watching Cody leave, you asked Peter to point you towards the nearest restroom, which allowed you to quickly make your escape and head towards Cody’s trailer.

At first, you were incredibly worried that you wouldn’t be able to find Cody’s trailer, but Cody’s ego was able to help you out with that worry. As you walked down the backlot, you soon found a trailer with a headshot of your former crush taped up to the door. After taking a deep breath to collect yourself and prepare your speech, you quickly nodded your head in encouragement, ripped open the trailer door, and entered the premises.

Of course, as you entered up the steps and made contact with the hunky actor and his ripped body, the man’s expression wasn’t a happy one. “Hey, what the fuck are you doing in my trailer!” he said, seemingly annoyed that you had walked in on him shirtless. “Are you some sort of crazy fan trying to check me out?” he continued, that impressive sneer returning to try and intimidate you. 

However, your rage refused to allow you to be shaken by his intimidation tactics this time. “No asshole, you were a dick earlier and I just wanted to let you know!” you retorted back, which caused him to turn towards you, his shirtless body displayed and showcasing his nice physique. “Well, I was working and didn’t need another interruption!” Cody responded, his eyes focusing in and glaring at you. 

Despite his best efforts, you refused to bow down to his behaviors. “I wasn’t asking for much man. I just wanted to say how much I admired you and loved your work… I couldn’t even speak before you pushed me away!” you said, your voice now adopting a similar growl. “Well, I guess I’ll have to push you a second time. Maybe you’ll take the hint this time…” Cody said as he began to pace towards you and try to throw you out of the trailer. You knew that he was fully able to beat your ass and throw you out, but you still attempted to stand firm. As he reached you and pushed his arms out to grab onto you, you closed your eyes and tensed up to prepare for his retaliation. However, a weird sensation coursed through your body and a loud bang rang throughout the trailer from behind you.

Opening your eyes in confusion, you looked to find Cody no longer in front of you. You turned around and gasped as you looked at the sight before you. Cody was now facedown on the ground, his body slightly slumped down the stairs of the trailer. “Holy shit!” you cried out, in awe as to how he had gotten around you and fallen so severely. As you reached out and grabbed onto Cody’s wrist to check for a pulse, you gasped as a severe tugging sensation suddenly coursed through your body. You cried out in shock as your body grew numb and you lost all of your senses. 

As you came to, you groaned as you felt the sensation of cold metal pressed against your cheek. Sitting up, you groaned as you lifted your head up and saw yourself slumped down the stairs of the trailer. “What the hell happened...” you said, your hand moving up to your head to try and remedy the throbbing pain that was suddenly radiating from it. However, as you watched your hand run through your hair, you gasped as you came face to face with the appearance of a modest bicep. “Holy shit!” you said, causing you to finally notice the different voice that was coming out of your mouth. You slowly sat up, your body aching as you had seemingly fallen as well. However, as you looked down upon standing up, you gasped as you realized two things. Firstly, Cody’s body was no longer on the floor and second, you were shirtless! On top of that, your shirtless body was now displaying a physique that was a far cry from the thin frame you usually had. 

After searching through the trailer and opening every door, you soon found a bathroom where you turned on the light and screamed. Instead of your own face, you saw the gorgeous face of Cody being reflected back at you.  “Holy fuck!” you cried out, watching as Cody’s mouth said the same words and a look of shock spread across his face. In shock, you moved your arms up and down, watching as the reflection of Cody did the same in tandem.

Looking down at your body, it was clear that somehow you had found yourself in the body of the hot-tempered actor! Despite your remaining anger towards the actor, this was a dream come true! You had always admired the man and now you found yourself inside of him and in control of his body! While staring in the mirror, you quickly opened the cabinet and searched for some sort of bandages. From Cody’s fall, he had scrapped up his arms and his wrists were aching from how he had fallen. Not wanting to deal with the constant pain, you quickly wrapped up your arms and wrists.

Now wanting to figure out what to do next, you slowly walked out of the bathroom and sat on the couch in the trailer. Trying to make sense of everything, you moved your hand towards your mouth in shock as you began to ask yourself various questions: 

What should I do? What happened to my body? How did this happen? 

Why am I in his body? How long will I be in his body? 

Of course, you couldn’t come up with any answers, but you were sure that this had to be a dream. Despite trying to pinch yourself awake, it soon became clear that this was real life and you hadn’t somehow fallen instead of Cody.

Sitting there still, you soon began to realize that maybe this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It was clear from Peter’s statement that Cody had been an asshole on set lately. Was this some sort of karma for his behavior? If so, you realized that you had plenty of opportunities as this hot shot actor. 

Firstly, you would need to remedy his image on set, but that seemed like an easy task for you to handle. Given that you weren’t an actor like Cody, there was a deep level of appreciation you had for the opportunities that Cody had so ignorantly taken advantage of. All you needed was to showcase that mentality and be kind and his image would be repaired immediately. 

Secondly, you had always dreamt about being intimate with Cody. Sure, now you were inside his body, but in a way you will now always be intimate with him every time you jerk off or go out and hook up with some celebrity or big fan. Sure, it was weird to be inside the body of your crush, but you supposed that you shouldn’t take this opportunity for granted. In LA, your previous body wouldn’t have made much of an impact in terms of finding any partners. However, now as the sexy Cody, you were sure that any man or woman would practically throw themselves at you for a chance of you fucking them.

Lastly, this was an amazing opportunity to teach Cody a lesson in humility and common decency. You had hoped that he was still down deep within his body, watching you act as him and perfectly adapting to the life of Cody Christian. Maybe that would teach him to not be an asshole, although you knew that you weren’t going to willingly give this body up. It was possible that you would exhale your last breath as Cody and that was something incredibly erotic to you. “Serves that asshole right…” you said, chuckling as you began to imagine all of your important life events now being completed with Cody’s body rather than your own.

Now eager to get out of this trailer and explore what this new life has in store for you, you quickly entered Cody's closet and put on his best suit. As you grabbed a set of car keys and exited the trailer, you chuckled to yourself as an impressive sports car revved up upon hitting the start button. “Fuck yeah, now this is the life…” you said as you quickly hopped into the car and began to rev up the engine. With a car and body like this, you knew you were going to be one lucky man. Not wanting to conceal the new and improved version of Cody Christian, you put the car into drive, exiting the lot and entering your new life.

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Heya, I'm a 20-ish asian guy working on bulking up for the past few months. Think you can help me out in getting some solid progress faster?

Becoming... A Cocky Jock

Upon pressing the send button and releasing your request into my magical inbox, you shiver as a slight chill runs through your entire body. Looking around, you watch as your surroundings grow blurry and distorted through your vision. You rub your eyes, thinking it’s some sort of side effect of sleep deprivation after staying up past 3 AM to send this specific request. One-by-one, you watch as items from your bedroom vanish from existence, leaving your room becoming less and less crowded. This process continues for about 30 seconds until you’re left in an empty room sitting in a desk chair. Like wrapping paper, the four walls that surround are then peeled away and a bright light rushed in and consumed you.

As you feel the searing bright light begin to disappear, you crack open your eyes, watching as reality begins to reassemble itself. Instead of a desk, you find yourself now situated at a round black picnic table. The small bedroom you once were in grows bigger as you suddenly find yourself outside in an empty field (sans the black picnic table). The heat instantly hits you, causing you to fan yourself and pray for some relief from the intense sunbeams. Your prayers are soon answered as roofing begins to emerge and connects to the several posts that manifest and push up to the sky like daisies. With this roofing now finished, you watch as a few more picnic tables are sprinkled under the pavilion and finalize your new reality.

Looking around in disbelief, you wonder where you are and why you’re suddenly outside. Your eyes glance down towards your phone, causing you to take a double take as you peer at the reflection in the screen. Instead of your normal face staring back at you, the face of a different guy is reflected back at you. “Holy shit!” you said, your lips puckering up as you continue to stare at your new face. Hell, even your new voice was different, replacing your normal voice with a deep baritone that seemed ill-fitting on this body. Despite not being interested in guys, you could appreciate the beauty of your new form.

Sliding open your phone with FaceID, you pull open your weather app to find your location. Upon looking at the sunny weather with 0% chance of precipitation, you soon realize that you’ve now found yourself in the wonderful city of Los Angeles. While most people would be in utter shock, you felt strangely excited about the possibilities. It was clear to you that this change was a product of your wish request, so you felt no desire to really sweat anything.

With no real idea what to do and an innate desire to explore your new body, you quickly pulled out your wallet from your short pockets and grabbed your ID. While fishing for it, you grabbed a set of car keys as well, which left you chuckling given that you hadn’t been able to drive back during your old life. With a grin on your face, you got up from the seat and walked to the parking lot, using the lock button on the key fob to show you the new car you had. After entering it, you drove off towards your new place of residence. Upon arriving at an apartment complex, you began to mount the stairs and quickly unlocked the door to the apartment indicated on your license.

Walking into the apartment, you were impressed by the large living space you now possessed. Despite not being too incredibly buff in this new body, your apartment was decorated in décor that promoted working out and living a healthy lifestyle. You chuckled to yourself, wondering what exactly the mysterious Soul-Controls had planned for you. Based on your apartment's design, it seemed like you were going to get your wish of being buff one way or another.

Thinking about yourself growing buff and muscular, you couldn’t help but find yourself growing hard at the thought. Both wanting to explore your body and also unleash this increasingly erotic experience, you began to strip out of your clothes and enter your bedroom. Falling back onto the bed, it didn’t take long before you were running your hands up and down your impressive equipment. This process continued off and on for the rest of the night, allowing you to take breaks to explore various parts of the apartment and different sections of your new body as well. As you soon came and grew tired, you made a plan to explore a local gym as the chapter closed on the first day of your new life.

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The next morning, you quickly showered and got dressed as you prepared for a fun day at the gym. Looking for any indication of where to go for a workout, your eyes wandered to your car keys. Staring at the keychain and the few tags hooked onto it, you smiled as you caught a gym membership tag belonging to a gym that was only a block away from you. With a pep in your step, you bounded down the stairs and walked down the street and into the gym.

As you entered, you were shocked to be greeted with a warm smile from the two receptionists at the front of the gym. “Hey Justin, go right in!” they said, which both made you shocked and surprised. It seemed that you were a popular gym goer based on their reactions, it was just a shame that you didn’t have a body to showcase that determination. On top of that, it was really surprising to hear them refer to you by the new name assigned to this body and life. It was the first time anyone had ever directly addressed you, so it led your words to stumble as you at first attempted to correct them. “That’s not my-, oh uh, hey there guys!” you said, catching yourself and just trying to walk into the gym and avoid any confusion on their parts.

After quickly changing into a tank top and shorts, you headed out onto the gym floor and tried to decide what to workout today. Looking down at your body, you stared at your exposed arms and decided some arm workouts would be a valid choice. After finding a machine, you began a series of lateral pulldowns and struggled to handle the weight that was already setup on it. However, to your surprise, you soon found yourself feeling less strain with each pull. Looking out and towards the glass-covered mirrors, you began to inspect your body and watch your fledgling body somehow doing this workout with ease.

However, as you continued to stare, your eyes focused in on your arms as you began to notice a weird ripple shutter across both limbs. Staring in confusion, your eyes went from a narrowed glare to wide as you could actually watch your arms inflating. Yes, with each passing pulldown, your arms were growing thicker and gaining musculature that you could have only dreamed of. Inch by inch, your biceps grew thicker and thicker, causing an enthusiastic smile to spread on your face. Clearly, the magic you had wished for had finally kicked in and was able to transform you with every machine you used.

You continued to pull on the machine, the inflation like a drug leaving you eager to keep going. By this point, your forearms had grown much thicker as well, giving you an impressive set of arms. However, this wasn’t the only change that your body endured, as evident by the widening set of lats blooming on each side of your body. “Oh wow” you muttered under your breath, your body continuing to grow thicker and thicker under your control.

After several sets on this machine, you soon decided that this was enough growth for you at this current time. Based on how this magic was working, you just had to step onto this machine again and you could continue this growth. However, since this was already much more than you had ever had, you decided it was best to stop now and savor the growth (despite how much you desired to keep growing).

Sitting up, you shook your limbs, feeling the thick muscles bulge out and bounce as you moved around the gym. Despite gaining several pounds of muscle exclusively in your lats and biceps, people seemed as though nothing had changed. Given that you had no one to really react to your growth, you grew bummed. However, this allowed you to come up with a clever idea. Since only you realize the changes that your body undergoes, you might as well space out the changes to revel in those changes. After heading into the locker room, you quickly peeled off sweaty tank and caught a sight of yourself in the mirror. It was rather comical to see your huge arms attached to such a small and average body, but you weren’t feeling embarrassed in any way. In fact, you had this weird fire burning within you as you stared at yourself. Usually, you weren’t big on personal vanity, but incredible pride was beginning to cloud your mind. Now, you couldn’t stop thinking about just how magnificent those arms of yours were and how you couldn’t wait until you had a body that would perfectly fit these thick biceps.

As you began to move your arms and watch thick muscle bulge out from different positions, you couldn’t help but feel yourself growing hard by the sight of your new body. In fact, you were giving into the desire as well, slowly moving your hand down beneath your shorts until…

BAM! The sound of a locker slamming shut startled you and broke you out of your self-indulgent admiration. Looking around to make sure that no one caught you almost grabbing your dick in the locker room, you blushed in slight embarrassment, grabbed your gym bag, and exited out of the locker room. Waving goodbye to the blonde receptionist that greeted you this morning, you couldn’t help but notice the way she was staring at you… It seemed like she was into you, especially after today’s growth. Earlier, she just seemed friendly, but the eyes she made at you indicated a new desire beyond just simple friendship. Curious to possibly explore this later, you made a plan to come back in a few days and try out some new machines and get some more growth.

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After enjoying a few days of staying home and enjoying the growth you’d gained in your arms, you soon decided it was time to undergo some more changes. Entering the gym, you smirked at the blonde receptionist once more, where a wide smile spread across her face. Enjoying the attention, a cocky grin overtook your face as you entered the locker room and changed into your workout clothes. Still proud of your impressive arms, you opted to wear yet another tank top along with a pair of shorts. Walking out to the gym, you quickly opted to go for the second most revealed part of your body: your small legs.

Hopping onto a leg press machine, you wasted no time beginning to work out. You chuckled as you began to push your legs to their limits, knowing that soon there will be no limit for you. The magic of your request seemed to time its arrival just as you thought about this fact. With a tingle that caused the skin across your legs to ripple, you now knew that the magic was underway and helping you grow.

With vigor, you continued to press against the machine, noticing just how easier the machine was getting for you. Looking down, you watched as your thin legs began to widen to make way for the musculature now beginning to invade the puny limbs. Your thighs began to thicken, causing you to readjust your legs to make room for the continued growth.

Finally, you could feel a tingle in your calves as they gained an impressive set of muscles that would clearly allow you to sprint up your apartment stairs and down the busy city streets with ease. The concepts of jogs sounded more and more appealing now knowing that you had a prime setup for them.

Despite assuming that the changes would end there, you soon began to feel a tingle in your ass as you continued to work out. As you sat there, you chuckled as you felt your ass begin to inflate slowly. With each passing repetition, your ass ratcheted up just a few millimeters as you gained a globular and buff ass. With this change now complete, you got off the machine and decided that was enough growth for the day. Standing up, you stared into the mirrored walls and took a glance at your new physique. It was incredibly impressive, especially paired with the thick arms you possessed. Your body was looking more and more muscular, which only led to you feeling more intimidating.

Immediately upon this thought, your brain begins to go on autopilot as you begin to make a series of poses in front of the mirrors. You flexed your arms, giving them a time to shine before moving your attention to your legs. Putting one further out, you pulled up your shorts slightly and stared at the impressive muscles you now had. In no time, you were turning yourself into a real beast of a gym-goer. While most people would be concerned about these poses coming so seemingly natural, you couldn’t give less of a shit. Your body was built and these poses just showed off what you had always known. Hell, you were Justin “The Beast” Lin, the most intimidating guy in this gym. Men were intimidated by you and the women were constantly thirsting over you, it was only natural for such a fine specimen like yourself.

With a twinkle of cockiness now almost permanently found in your eyes, you headed off to the gym and stripped down to change. Looking around, you stared at the fellow male gym-goers, many of them giving you annoyed stares while several had a look of jealousy transfixed onto their faces. You chuckled and smirked as you continued to change in the middle of the gym. After you put on your new clothes, you grabbed your bag and began to head towards the day. Looking back at the men still staring at you, you smirked at them. “Jealous much boys? How about you go pump some iron rather than continuing to check me out huh?” you said, giving them a cocky wink as you headed out and towards the reception desk.

Your eyes met with the blonde receptionist, who now had a different expression than a few days prior. Now, the woman had lustful eyes that showcased every inch of desire she had for you. “Hey babe, how about dinner? 8 PM at my place?” you said, winking at the blonde who rapidly nodded her head. “Great, see you then…” you continued, your voice going into a deep hearty tone that leaves her swooning. Looking back one more time, your eyes look her up and down one last time before you exit the building and head back home to prepare for an interesting night…

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Hi, I'm a very small old man. Recently I've been troubled by my young bodybuilder neighbor being rude to me. I don't think he deserves that big muscle, so can you transfer this young man's muscle and height to me? I want to teach him how to be 'polite' to an old man.

The Old Dog's New Trick

Sitting there gardening in the front yard of your house, you groan as you hear footsteps approaching. Nick was the hotshot young bodybuilder that was living a few doors down from your house, and to your annoyance, he loved to taunt you. Despite having no stable career and still living at home with his parents’, Nick’s ego had grown to incredible proportions as his body inflated with muscle. By the time he entered his first bodybuilding competition when he was 18, he believed that he was the king of the world. Being that you were an older man who clearly wasn’t as gifted in terms of muscles, he got off on taunting you in your weaker state. Approaching, the man was completely shirtless and wearing only a set of grey athletic shorts and a cocky wide grin.

Trying your best to ignore him, you continue to tend to your flowers while the shadow of his bulky frame above you blocks the heat of the afternoon sun. “How sad, an old man left with no friends but some ugly flowers…” he says, his hearty chuckle causing you to roll your eyes in frustration. “What do you want today Nick?” you ask, attempting to ignore his shady comments and get to the point of his visit. “Oh, nothing much. Just wanting to show off what a real man looks like to a wrinkling old fart like you!” he retorts, his voice dripping in pure unbridled cockiness. Despite your best intentions to ignore him and remain calm, he continues to taunt you and demand you turn to face him.

But as he moves his thick hand towards your shoulder, your body twists surprisingly fast as your older hand grasps around his wrist. Gasping in annoyance, the man attempts to pull away, but he suddenly finds himself unable to pull away. Looking up towards him, an annoyed look of disgust manifests on your face as you take in the bulky vision of the man. “You don’t deserve those muscles. You’re just a pathetic weak little man deep down…” you say, gritting your teeth as you feel pure rage coursing through your veins.

“Fuck you gramps, get your hands off of me!” he cries out, attempting to free himself from the iron-clad grasp you have on him. Looking down at your arm, Nick stares in disbelief as he watches your weathered skin begin to inflate with muscle as his quickly deflates in response. “Holy shit man, let me go! I’m sorry!” Nick cries out, but you’re refusing to loosen your grip. You wanted to teach him a lesson in the best way possible, so as he continued to freak out as his muscles dwindled and yours began to stretch the limits of your shirts, you knew that he was getting his just desserts.

With his arms becoming pencil-thin and his pectorals deflated until he’s completely flat-chested, you’re in complete awe as the inverse happens to you. Feeling your body fill up with such power and strength is incredibly alluring, which leaves you eager to continue the muscle drain. Staring at his exposed torso, you can’t help but grin devilishly at the man as his abs sink deep within his body and manifest onto your body instead. By this point, the man’s broad stance had been condensed inward, which only further showcased his flat torso and quickly-shrinking body. Still laying on the ground, you watched as your view of Nick grew closer as you grew taller and he shrank in height.

By the time the height had finished swapping between the two of you, the transformation had completed as your legs had exploded in muscle and replaced the former thick and flabby thighs you once had. Loosening your grip, you chuckled at the scrawny man who now looked quite strange while shirtless. “Looks like someone needs to respect their elders huh?” you said, a deep bellowing laugh intimidating the former bodybuilder to the point where he ran off crying back to his parents’ house.

Unfortunately for Nick, by the time he got home, reality had been partially warped to fit Nick’s new appearance. Instead of being an aspiring bodybuilder, Nick’s new life was that of a slacker. Having dropped out of college and moving back home, he was stuck in a dead-end job in retail that completely drained him of his joy. While Nick retained all of his memories about who he used to be, his parents had their memories altered to match their new reality. Instead of joy and encouragement about their son pursuing his passions, they now felt intense shame and disappointment in their failure of a child.

As Nick began to obsess over the older man who had stolen his muscles and rewritten his life, his family felt incredible disgust as they perceived the reason to be that their son had a daddy kink. Despite their best intentions to help sway him to find people of his own age bracket, they always found Nick going back to their older neighbor down the street. While they assumed that their child was being fucked by the buff older man, the reality of the situation was quite different.

Heading over to your house once a week, Nick couldn’t help but miss the muscles and life that were stolen from him. As a result, you made a deal with him that allowed him to come over and worship the muscles that were rightfully taken away from him. If he continued to do this, you vowed to give him back some of his muscles, but in reality you had no intention of ever doing this. To you, this was just another way of furthering his humiliation. Just a weak twig of a man appreciating the muscles of a real man, a man who had always deserved them...

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Becoming... A Cocky Jock - Part II

If you missed part one, read it here!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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So just a random ask, but could you put me in Taron Ergatons body? If just for one movie 😉

Given his prolific career, I totally understand why you’d want to step into the life of Taron Egerton for the complete process of an entire film. While you were in the middle of work, you suddenly found yourself growing increasingly light-headed. After getting someone to take over for you, you made your way into the break room and took a seat in one of the chairs. As you closed your eyes and lowered your head, you were suddenly unaware of reality shifting around you. Instead of being an empty break room full of fluorescent lighting, the room expanded to turn into a large room full of tables while your seat shifted to become a booth.

Even as reality shifted to set you at a booth in a restaurant, you found yourself blissfully unaware as the shifts began to work on your body as well. A body that could easily be described as a dadbod began to reform, growing some muscle while losing some fat and wrinkles as you lost a few years to become the 32-year-old heartthrob. Despite all of your facial features shifting and reforming to gift you the face of the Welsh actor, you were still completely oblivious to the changes

In fact, as reality finished warping, the only thing that caused you to open your eyes and look around was the sudden emergence of a voice close to you.

“Taron, are you ok?”

Lifting your head up in confusion, the confused expression on your face suddenly turned into one of pure shock as you found yourself suddenly sitting across from a man decked out in dress clothes. “Wha- what’s happening? Why did you call me Taron,” you cried out, turning your head around frantically as you tried to figure out how you had suddenly gone from your job to inside a restaurant.

“Because you’re Taron Egerton, what are you talking about? I know we were celebrating signing your new movie deal, but I think you need to lay off the alcohol for a bit,” the man said, his face twisted into a confused expression as he attempted to figure out what was going on.

Upon hearing the confirmation of your crush’s name and the reason behind why the two of you were at this restaurant, you couldn’t resist looking down as you suddenly realized that there was a pen in one hand. Laying below was a movie contract and the one and only signature of Taron Egerton had just recently been inked onto the page. While you were still quite shocked by what had happened to you, you couldn’t deny that you were overjoyed to realize that you were actually in the body of your celebrity crush like you had asked for!

Although you couldn’t confirm your identity due to the lack of any reflective surfaces, your wandering hands were quickly able to confirm the fact that your aging dadbod was clearly no longer around. Instead, every squeeze on your body showcased the underlying muscle that belonged to the celebrity. While you weren’t entirely sure why Taron had been wearing a tank top and pair of athletic shorts, you couldn’t deny that it was the perfect blessing as it allowed you to slyly look down and check out the slight pectorals you had and easily slide your hand underneath the booth to feel your already firm manhood.

For the remainder of the lunch, you began to learn more about Taron’s upcoming film project and the requirements necessary for his role. Throughout the entire conversation, you couldn’t help but smile and remain overjoyed about the fact that you had actually had your dream come true. You were actually able to be Taron Egerton for the filming of an entire film!

After finishing up and picking up the tab for you and your manager (given his surely impressive bank account, you figured it was the least you could do), you shook hands with the man as he made his exit to go visit another client. At this point, you now had the possibility to do anything you wanted as Taron for the next few months before filming. Although the gym provided a great opportunity to let you check your new form out, you wanted something else. Upon opening up the few dating apps that were seemingly already downloaded onto Taron’s phone, you sat at the booth for a few minutes until you were able to secure a dick appointment with someone who stated that they were a big fan. So, with a cheeky grin, you made your way out of the restaurant and towards the location of your adoring fan…

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As Taron Egerton made his way onto the red carpet for his second film project of the year, his overzealous fans and rabid photographers were caught off-guard by the scowl permanently affixed onto his face. While they had just assumed that this was the Brit’s attempt at giving an intense smolder for the camera, the reality of the situation was that you were still in control of Taron’s body and PISSED about it.

After finishing up your role on the film where you had first become Taron, you had assumed that you’d find your way back to your old body and life. Unfortunately for you though, the granting of your wish brought forth a secret loophole. Given the fact that you had wished to be Taron for an entire film, the magic behind granting your wish had made it where you would become stuck in Taron’s body and life permanently should the film be a roaring success. Unfortunately for you, the film you had participated in was an animated film for children, which had caused it to be an easy box office smash. So, before the opening weekend numbers had even come out, your fate as Taron Egerton was forever sealed as the studio immediately greenlit a sequel.

So, as you walked onto the set of the second feature you had filmed (a dramatic biopic), you were absolutely furious to know that you were still stuck in his body while the real Taron was living your old life (and seemingly thriving based on the fact that some social media research had revealed that the old you was now in a relationship and received an impressive promotion at your job). No matter how hard you tried to reach out to the blog that had granted your wish, the lack of response each additional day had forced you to recognize the truth of the situation: you truly were Taron Egerton now. But don’t worry though, there’s rumors that the studio is planning a spin-off film about your character, so you should be raking in the millions. Loosen up and smile for the cameras, people would kill to live such a life of luxury and notoriety!

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I really don’t like my body, I don’t really have a lot of hair, and I can’t grow muscle. I’ll take any help I can’t get. Maybe you have something in mind?

Out Of The Office & Into The Gym

Waking up the next morning, you couldn’t help but feel slightly defeated as you got ready for work and found the same old reflection that you had always seen staring back at you. It was common knowledge that Soul-Controller was a sucker for overnight changes, so to see the same old version of yourself made you feel quite defeated. In fact, it just made you feel even more insecure as you stared at yourself in the mirror. To any other individual, your body would be an absolute dream come true with your toned twinkish body, thick curly hair, and attractive facial features, but it was never enough for you. No, you wanted to be someone that people were intimidated by which, in your head, meant someone who was extremely hairy and buff as fuck.

Unfortunately for you though, your various attempts at intense weightlifting and adding more calories into your diet yielded no real results beyond the same old toned physique you were actually disgusted by. Despite feeling like the gym was worthless, you still brought your gym bag with you as you pulled on your office attire and headed into work.

After arriving at your cubicle, your self-loathing only grew stronger as your vision caught sight of a hunky man chatting up a slew of equally attractive men and women around the water cooler. Despite being a recent new hire, the man had already made quite the impression around the office with his insane muscularity. His dress clothes struggled to contain all of his bulk, especially around his chest, biceps, ass, and thighs, so it was no surprise that everyone was so intently drawn to him. But for you, this was just a glaring reminder of how “mediocre” you were. Your uniform was extremely loose to the point where it was just hanging off of your small frame, which only hurt you further by concealing the slight muscles you had.

It had been purely automatic when your lips began to move on their own accord. “I wish I was bigger and more confident than him,” you said, instinctively pressing a hand over your lips like a child ashamed of saying a bad word. Darting your eyes around the nearby cubicles, you breathed a sigh of relief once it became clear that no one else had heard the verbalization of your sad desire. Unknown to you, a sudden heat that began to infiltrate your body was one way of showing that someone had in fact been listening.

Beginning to wave a hand in front of your face, you were completely unaware of the fact that your body was slowly beginning to bulk up at impossible speed. Arms thickened, shoulders widened, and pecs pushed forth from your chest to the point where this sensation of heat was soon assisted by a sudden tightness of your shirt. Taking a moment to look at yourself, you couldn’t help but gasp in disbelief as you watched two mighty pectorals jut forth from your chest.

Bringing an arm up to grasp onto one of these new additions, your attention was soon caught by the sight of your new limbs. Everything from the shoulder to your fingers had seemingly been inflated, creating a thick yet somehow callused set of hands connected to some meaty forearms and incredibly wide biceps. Luckily, you had opted to wear short sleeves rather than a long-sleeved polo shirt because you couldn’t imagine the amount of discomfort you would be feeling at that given moment. Hell, just the sensation of each sleeve constricting against your upper arms was enough to rival the tightest of blood pressure cuffs. To your relief though, a deep exhale was able to provide some relief as one section of each sleeve ripped apart at the sleeves due to no longer being able to handle the now-tight fabric of your shirt.

Next in your process of becoming an intimidating man was the remaining changes to your lower torso. The constriction of your shirt meant that you had no real ability of sitting up and walking away without tearing the shirt to shreds given your now-wider back, boulder shoulders, and plump pectorals, so you were forced to compromise by slowly pulling up the bottom half of your shirt to reveal your midriff. The timing was impeccable though, especially as you were now able to watch as each firm abdominal muscle rippled into existence. But as you took a second to look around, your eyes quickly met the eyes of an equally twinky man as you had just been. “Ey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Mind your own fucking business!” you gruffly yelled, leaving you feeling equally shocked and turned on by both your directness and the rich baritone voice now escaping from your lips.

Speaking of your horniness, the bottom half of your body began to undergo all of its changes simultaneously. Luckily, your pair of jeans were just as baggy as your shirt, so you weren’t sent into immediate discomfort. At first, it started slowly as you felt your own manhood lengthening and widening from beneath the pouch of your pants. Although you wanted nothing more than to reach beneath the lip of the pants and fondle your changing cock, you forbid yourself given the public setting. So instead, you could only watch in disbelief as your ass inflated to the point where you were rising several inches up in your chair due to the thick globular cheeks that were manifesting before you.

As this was occurring, your thighs and calves were expanding at exponential rates. While it wasn’t immediately clear at first, the sudden constriction that emerged was a dead giveaway of what was happening to your thick and firm pair of legs. Even your feet weren’t immune from the sudden changes as you could suddenly feel them widening to the point where your dress shoes exploded in a resounding POP that echoed throughout the entire office. While it wasn’t shocking that many eyes immediately shifted to the source of the noise, you were feeling increasingly agitated by their behavior. So, with this cocky and clearly pissed off look now emerging onto your face, you smirked to yourself as a large majority of eyes began to leave you and go back to their tasks at hand.

However, as you continued to look around, you found your eyes drifting towards that same twink from a cubicle diagonal from you. As he looked at you with lustful eyes, it quickly became clear that the man wasn’t staring in judgment, he was staring in admiration and desire! So, now feeling more confident than ever, you moved one of your callused hands down towards your crotch and grasped onto your rock-hard cock. Even without seeing it fully unleashed, the man was clearly enjoying what he was visualizing as his cheeks grew flush and his mouth became agape.

While you continued to taunt the weaker man with various teases of your buff body, you were completely oblivious to the last few remaining cosmetic changes that were occurring to your body. Feeling a slight irritation from beneath the strained fabric, you instinctively scratched into existence a bountiful amount of body hair. Within seconds, your forearms grow hairier in tandem with your formerly hairless chest as it erupted into an impressive pelt of dark brown fur. This process continued downwards as this thick hair grew down your sculpted torso, past your meaty thighs, and all of the way down to the joints of your feet. Even your ass and crotch weren’t immune to the itch-inducing changes as a prominent bush sprouted around your thick cock and a heavy amount of hair turned your bubble butt into the ass of an absolute hunk.

From the neck down, your body had been gifted with the blessing of intense body hair like you desired, but your head was still looking especially childish. Fortunately for you, this was quick to change as your sculpted jawline began to widen slightly before being covered in a thick yet neatly trimmed beard that encircled your now-thicker lips. As your facial features did the final shifts towards becoming gruffer and more brutish with a more prominent brow and nose, your scalp began to experience the inverse. The sudden weight of your curly locks began to lighten slightly, which is what finally caused you to grow aware of what was happening. Moving a hand up to the top of your head, the sifting of your fingers through the curly locks led to an unintended surprise. By the time you pulled your hand back down to eye level, your palm was now coated in thick strands of your hair.

While this was at first understandably shocking, a look at your twinky admirer showed that he felt nothing was amiss. So, trying not to throw a fit and just try to relax for once, you continued to run your hands through the thick mane until you were left with an entirely bald head. Although you couldn’t see yourself on any reflective surface, you knew that you were looking even hunkier than ever before!

Although you could stay there forever toying with the overeager twink, the dual factors of both your constricting clothes and still-rock hard cock left you desperate to escape your cubicle. So, motioning your head towards the bathroom door, the twink nodded with approval as he silently got up and made his way into the restroom.

After a bit of a struggle, you finally pushed yourself up from your chair and into an upright position. But of course, this wasn’t something that your clothes could really handle as a cacophony of loud tears and twanging snaps rang out through the relatively empty office. While the concept of ripping out of your clothing would have embarrassed you earlier this morning, you felt no shame by the reality of the situation. In fact, the slack-jawed stares and looks of disbelief only turned you on further as you slowly grabbed onto your gym bag and walked with a cocky swagger towards the bathroom to change.

As soon as you entered the bathroom, you turned behind you to lock the door as you found the twink already fully nude and waiting for you. Licking your lips with intense cockiness, you put on a show for the man as you pulled off your tattered clothing to reveal your sizable physique. Upon your thick cock flopping out towards the man, he was like a bee to honey as he quickly put his mouth to use by slipping your sizable girth between his eager lips. Feeling even more confident and in control, your hands were quick to clutch the back of the twink’s head as you controlled the rhythm and speed in which he sucked you off. Throughout the occasional gagging that the man uttered, the look in his eager eyes only made you feel even more proud of yourself for taking control of the situation.

By the third round of intense fucking that the two of you were going through (you were the top of course), the sudden jingle of keys outside left the twink pleading for you to stop pounding his ass with incredible vigor. Of course, you couldn’t give less of a shit, so you continued to slide your sizable cock between his bubble butt until you ejaculated just as your supervisor and a security guard unlocked the door and walked in.

Of course, the twink was quite bashful as he frantically pulled back on his clothes and sprinted out of the room, not caring whatsoever as cum continued to ooze out of his gaping asshole. Unlike the twink though, you were as cool as a cucumber as your supervisor yelled at you to put some clothes on and meet him in his office immediately. Once he had left, you moved with a cocky swagger by unzipping your gym bag and slipping into your workout outfit. Luckily for you, I took the liberty of altering the fabrics to a more appropriate size as you would have surely torn through that gear just as easily as your work clothes. Upon pulling on the black tank top and blue athletic shorts, you checked yourself out by throwing your arms up into a flex before exiting and heading towards your manager’s office.

Not surprisingly, you were quickly fired for both disobeying uniform rules and workplace conduct by brutally fucking that fragile young twinky intern. While this surely would be a devastating blow to some, you couldn’t have cared less as you simply shrugged your shoulders and exited the room to go pack up your belongings. Throughout the entire walk back to your cubicle and upon exiting the building, a snide look remained permanently plastered onto your face. You were a glutton for attention, so you couldn’t help but flex your buff biceps, pop your pectorals, and flash a cocky smile to anyone who dared to look at you in judgment.

Upon exiting the building, you slowly lumbered into the parking garage before throwing the two boxes of material into your backseat. While there was a slight moment of “what the fuck am I going to do now?”, this didn’t last long as you realized what you needed to do. Clearly, you needed to head to the gym and test out what this body could do! So, with a determined look in your eyes, you quickly started the car and revved the engine for a moment before beginning to back out.

However, as soon as you started to back out, a sudden tapping on the opposite window caused you to quickly brake. Rolling down the window in confusion, you smirked to yourself as you watched the young twinky intern standing with his own box of belongings. Apparently, he had suffered the same fate as you had in the office. “Uh, can I join you?” the twink asked, his voice cracking and changing in pitch as he struggled to look you directly in the eyes.

While you were originally against the idea, your mind began to conjure up some possibilities of bringing this twink along with you. With him around you, you’d never have to worry about not being taken care of whenever you desired. Plus, in the bathroom he had already shown that he could handle anything that you threw his way (or in his ass or mouth). Thinking about it further, the man seemed hopelessly devoted to you, which you could easily use for your advantage. Smirking at the concept of having an in-house bottom to cook, clean, and satisfy you whenever you desired, you quickly unlocked the car door and let him come inside.

While he stood there with a slightly anxious look on his face, you took the moment to try and calm him down by giving him a little tease of a gun show. Turning his direction, you slowly lifted up an arm and flexed it for the man to showcase just how powerful and strong you were now. It was a dream come true, and certainly one that you’d never want to wake from! Luckily for you though, this was your reality now, so with a chuckle, you finished pulling out of the parking garage and into your brand new life.

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Hey, I'm a 5'10" white guy with an average body.

What happens to the old bodies of short nerds and dumb skinny twinks that become buff jocks? Can you give me one of those former bodies?

The Top Of Your Class

Although I don’t quite understand the reasoning behind having the desire to turn into a short nerd, who am I to deny someone from achieving their dream body? Luckily for you, I have a tendency to save templates of every subject prior to them undergoing their own transformation. To me, there’s nothing more amusing than scrolling through the before and after perspectives of how people transform under my direction. But since you want to be one of those short nerds, how about we go all of the way with it? A few weeks prior, I had the chance to transform a frail college student named Ernest into a brand new football player, and looking at what you’re asking for, I think his body would be perfect for your wish of becoming a nerd.

Checking in on what you were currently up to, I couldn’t help but chuckle as I found you in the library attempting to study for an upcoming final exam. Surely you wouldn’t be caught dead in a library without a valid reason, but by the end of the day this place would be your new favorite spot to spend your day! Although you’re not the buffest guy around, I certainly think you undervalued yourself when you described yourself as average. I mean just look at your angular facial features and toned body! Just silently observing you as you continued to peruse the aisles of the library, I thank the heavens that I didn’t choose your second suggestion of turning you into a dumb twink! No, shifting your current self into one that has the body of Ernest was most certainly going to be a fun thing to witness!

As such, my own personal excitement to witness your change caused me to immediately initiate the transformation. At first it started rather small, with your height gradually decreasing step-by-step as you continued to grab some books to source in one of your final essays for the semester. Inch-by-inch, you continued to shorten down from your 5’10” stature down until you were just barely over 5’5”. It was around this height that you finally began to realize that something was amiss as you struggled to reach the top level of the bookshelf.

Upon reaching the point where you were forced to get a step-stool to grab your desired book, a quick observation down at yourself informed you of the fact that you were currently transforming in the middle of the library. Despite how hot this aspect was for you, you forced yourself to remain calm and slowly make your way back to a table where you had left your laptop and backpack. Eager to work and allow the transformation to work its magic, you pulled open your laptop and immediately got to work on the Physics essay you had been putting off.

Based on the fact that you had next to no progress completed besides putting your name on the paper, I quickly began to realize why you were so eager to get the body of a nerd. If you became a nerd, concepts like studying, tests, and writing essays would be a breeze and you’d easily succeed at any course you attempted to take. While this was admirable and understandable, I felt a bit annoyed at the withholding of these facts. As such, I decided to alter my plans and instead move right on to the mental changes.

Your mind initially had trouble comprehending the confusing concepts and translating it for your fingers to type, however a deep tingling in your skull promptly informed you that it would soon begin to change. In order to make room for your future super-genius capabilities, your mind was forced to erase some of the previously pertinent information that your old self saved. Given the fact that you were going to become a complete nerd, your already inflated brain had no need to retain information that involved diets, workouts, or even any knowledge of sports or their basic rules. Instead of having a drink at a bar and watching some sporting event on the widescreen TV, your free time now involves reading content-heavy novels and textbooks as learning now provides an insatiable thrill that alcohol, socializing, or watching sports couldn’t ever compare to.

Although the concept of going back to your dorm room to snuggle up in bed with a philosophy textbook was quite appealing, your mind didn’t consider the possibility for long as this tingling sensation in your brain dissipated and instead began to make its grand return everywhere from the neck down. Taking a few glances down at yourself, you were in awe as you watched the muscles in your arms and chest tense every few seconds. But as you continued to observe the changes, it quickly dawned on you that each subsequent tensing was causing your muscles to fade away and give you an extremely average build. After a few minutes, your arms had lost every morsel of definition, turning into a pair of twigs that certainly no longer strained against your shirt sleeves. As for your chest and abs, those had also faded away to nothing to the point of turning you into a flat-chested man. In fact, your torso had become so flat that the only protrusions in that area came from the slight jutting out of your nipples.

As the changes continued down below your waistline, you could feel everything as your thighs turned into skin and bone to the point of gaining a permanent thigh gap. Even worse, that familiar tingling feeling in your crotch caused you to take a moment to focus on your prominent manhood. In doing so, you were able to slowly feel it shrink down to a more reasonable and fitting size of 4.5 inches. By the time you had finished mourning for your diminished manhood, the physical changes had completed as your calves lost all definition and your feet even shrunk a few sizes to no longer fit in your tennis shoes.

Although you wanted so badly to go to the bathroom to observe your changes, the fact that your clothes were so ill-fitting to the point where they would surely fall off upon standing up caused you to patiently wait out the changes. Luckily enough, my magic was quick to remedy the situation as your simple white t-shirt began to undergo a slight shift. The fabric became more starchy, which was quite irritating given how baggy it was and how it rubbed against your torso, but that was eventually fixed as the shirt shrunk a few sizes and a grid of lines and colors emerged on the fabric to turn into a more form-fitting dress shirt that is completely buttoned up all of the way to the collar.

Next, your pants and shoes are the final areas to undergo some severe alterations as no nerd would ever wear stylish pants and top-tier brand new athletic shoes. As such, the ornate pattern and designer fabric quickly altered, shifting in both density and texture until they were a rough pair of grey jeans. As your shoes shifted into a well-worn pair of dress shoes, it seemed as though your physical transformation had finally completed.

Eager to check yourself out, you finally began to stand up and make your way across the library to a nearby restroom. But as you made it a few feet away from your table, you quickly realized that your pants were still a bit too loose around your frail frame and thus threatened to fall down to the ground. Before you even had the chance to quickly move your hands down and grip the waistband, two bright blue and red suspenders suddenly pushed forth from the backside of the pants and looped around to secure your pants. While you were understandably shocked by the sudden snake-like suspenders that had manifested out of nowhere, there was an equal amount of shock dedicated to the bright red polka-dotted bow tie that had suddenly hindered your view when tilting your head downwards.

Seemingly finally done with the transformation, you walked with a slight pep in your step towards the restroom. While doing so, that all too familiar tingling sensation re-emerged.. with the focus now on your head. Like you were getting a fine scalp massage, you could feel your hairstyle shifting from a styled yet messy appearance to something much flatter and firm. Moving one hand up to touch the new hairstyle, your eyes widened at just how greasy the hair felt along with the fact that you were now rocking a sharp middle part that just screamed dweeb. Although you couldn’t witness the changes that were now affecting your face for yourself, you could feel the alternations of your features as they grew less defined. Your nose was the biggest proponent of change, shifting from an angular shape to a wider and more curved shape that would surely be the source of future taunting. As if on cue, your rush towards the restroom left you oblivious to the solid wall of mass that you ran into as they crossed the aisles.

“Whoa bro, watch where you’re fucking going!” the deep voice cried out as you helplessly tumbled onto the floor.

Upon making impact with the carpeted floor, you were quite shocked and scared to find your vision incredibly blurry. Not only had the impact with the hulking man only emphasized how weak and frail you were, but it also initiated the shift in your vision as you lost your perfect 20/20 vision. Knowing that you most likely had a pair of glasses now scattered across the floor, you moved around on your hands and knees in search of the glasses despite the extreme blur that you now saw. As you continued to frantically search around, the sudden snap of plastic caused you to immediately turn and crawl towards the source of the noise.

Just as you had expected, your hands finally came across a pair of glasses, which had magically already been repaired with a few pieces of thick white tape to repair the broken nose bridge. Although you were relieved to have finally restored your sight upon pulling them back on, you couldn’t deny that you were a bit peeved about being turned into a stereotypical nerd in both body and fashion choice.

But as you finally got back up on your feet and looked up at the man who had caused you to fall onto the ground, those thoughts quickly were pushed aside as you took in the sight before you. The man was clearly a college athlete, made especially evident not only by the university branded football shirt that was adoring his upper torso but also the extreme muscle that was struggling to be contained within that very shirt. His arms looked like the size of boulders, especially to you given your frail arms and smaller stature. Even his pecs were incredibly intimidating as you struggled to see the over 6’ tall man’s face due to looking up and seeing just how protruding they were towards your vision.

“What the hell do you think you were doing dweeb?” the man angrily roared, immediately causing your body to quiver and your cock to suddenly throb from the directed statement. Although you were extremely at ease with your sexual orientation as a gay man, the fact that you were turned on by him insulting you was a terrifying thought. You hadn’t been like this prior to the transformation, but that was just my own little addition to your personality as a slight punishment for only wanting a nerd body so you could get your college finals over with.

“I- I’m sorry,” you anxiously said, which caused your eyes to widen and your body to physically cringe as you heard the high-pitched nasally voice now coming out of your mouth. “I didn’t see you, I was just trying to get to the bathroom,” you continued, trying to calm the situation and make sure the jock didn’t initiate your new life with a terrible ass-beating.

However, the man wasn’t willing to be too forgiving, especially as he looked down and took note of the small yet noticeable boner that was straining against your jeans. “Holy shit bro, why the hell are you rock hard? Was all that knowledge making you horny…” he started, suddenly stopping as he began to put the pieces together. “Holy shit, are you some sort of fag or something? Did the physical contact of a REAL man really get you rock hard in seconds flat,” the jock happily cried out, causing a bunch of wandering eyes to direct their attention towards the interaction. To punctuate his sentence, the jock even showed off by lifting up his arms and flexing to seemingly show you what a real man looked like.

“I-, I’m not-, that’s not true,” you tried to respond, the words stuttering as you struggled to conceal the boner while handling the increasing levels of anxiety you were now feeling. As more people started to join in laughing with the burly jock, you were eager to escape the situation and thus immediately broke into a sprint to the nearest restroom. Upon finding the men’s restroom, you immediately slammed the door shut and locked as you tried to cope with everything going on. Although you weren’t entirely unhappy with the new body you had been gifted, the reality of what life as a nerd would be was finally dawning on you. To say that you weren’t enjoying it would be a clear understatement.

So as you made your way over to the sink, your already extreme anxiety increased tenfold as you caught sight of your new reflection. Taking a look at yourself, you witnessed practically no real remnant of your former self reflected in your new form. In all honesty, you weren’t sure whether that was a great thing or something terrible. As your mind continued to race about the reality of your new life, your heavy breathing began to quickly grow into something much more serious as a heavy wheeze began to escape from your lips. You were no stranger to a panic attack due to being a college student, so you knew for a fact that this was something much worse and far more serious. Leaning against the sink and tilting your head down to try and catch your breath, your sight immediately caught sight of a bright red inhaler suddenly sitting on the granite countertop area. With no other options and a desire to finally calm yourself down, you gripped onto the inhaler and brought it up to your lips. As you squeezed it and inhaled the fumes several times, the sudden calmness you felt was a huge relief.

After taking a second to maintain this level of relaxation, the issue of your still-throbbing and now leaking cock returned to prominence in your head. Although you were still ashamed of this newfound kink that you had seemingly inherited from the transformation, the enhanced sexual libido left you eager to push that aside and get off as quickly as possible. Not surprisingly, this desire ultimately won out, causing you to pull down your suspenders and pants and quickly pulling out your small cock. As soon as you gripped onto it, it only took a few strokes before you immediately ejaculated onto the bathroom mirror.

Relieved to find some form of release given the intriguing hot interaction you had with that jock, your mind immediately shifted to nerd mode as you felt an intense desire to return to finishing up your final essays and projects as soon as possible. After you quickly cleaned up your mess and pulled back on your clothes, you finally unlocked the door and made your way back out to your table. Although life as a nerd wasn’t entirely what you were expecting, you figured that there was at least great relief in knowing that you’d easily nail your finals and become the top student of your class… despite realizing that there would now forever be the looming threat of wedgies and constant bullying in your life.

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Hey, I’m new to your blog. Really like it though. So I’m gonna tell you my desire. All I wanna become is a humble farmer hunk, with a bit of a belly. That’s all I want. I hope you can fulfill my request. Thank you!

Becoming A Beefcake

When you sent in this request, you had no way of knowing just how severely the change would affect every aspect of your life. Within two months’ time, you would be a college dropout with no plans for a high-paying career like you had originally been planning on. But given the fact that it ultimately led to the desired body of a farmer hunk with a bit of a paunch, it all seemed to be worth it in the end!

At first the changes started small, with your mind struggling to retain anything you studied from your textbook or heard in lecture. With the inability to recall such advanced concepts, your thoughts began to wander towards things that you thought might appeal to you more. Luckily, it didn’t take long until you realized just how much you enjoyed reading agriculture literature from your local library or watching farming videos on YouTube that seemingly began to appear in your recommended page out of nowhere.

With a few extra credits to spare before you were fully maxed out for the semester, you opted to join one of the agriculture courses to see if this was truly your newest passion. The class started off quite well in your opinion, with you somehow suddenly being more knowledgeable in the topics than the burly men who had spent their whole life on a farm. In a short amount of time though, you soon found the readings and lectures monotonous given the fact that learning about farming could only go so far. No, you needed to actually go hands-on and apply those concepts you learned in a real setting.

Given the fact that your mind was made up towards being a farmer for your new career, the choice to drop out of college and take the refund from the school along with the remaining money that your parents had spent years saving for your education to buy a plot of land miles out in the countryside seemed like the most practical thing to do. Although your family were vehemently against the decision, they were unable to convince you to change your mind as you ultimately packed up every single thing of yours and drove towards the run-down farm that you would now call home.

Upon moving in, it quickly became clear that you should have spent a little bit more time in the gym rather than in the library due to the sheer amount of manual labor needed to help turn your new residence into a fully-functional farm. Your arms lacked any sort of muscle definition, which quickly proved to be an issue when it came time to carry fence posts and hammer them into the ground as you prepared to start purchasing animals. Luckily though, the farm was as desperate to have a successful owner as you were to become a farmer as the land began to slowly transform you into its ideal owner. 

Although you knew that there was certainly some magical influence in terms of just how fast you were gaining muscle, you also couldn’t deny that you were also putting in an effort given the intense manual labor you did to get the farm up and running. While your arms began to slowly bulk up into impressive biceps that no longer strained underneath the heft of a plank of wood, your chest gained some much needed heft as your stomach gained a firm core. 

With your lower half, not a single inch was safe from transformation. As your ass began to grow into a rather plump rump due to all of the squatting and lifting you’ve been doing, your legs also grew so wide and firm to the point where you had to alter your stance to prevent constant chafing against your inner thighs. As such, you were quite amused to watch yourself bulking out of your clothes day-by-day. At a certain point though, you pushed your former anxieties about body image aside and simply opted to forgo shirts entirely while on the farm. While it was certainly true that the undercover muscle growth had caused you to grow much more confident in your skin and thus eager to show off your new physique, another reason behind the decision was due to the constant nuisance of your upper body growing too big for the shirts you were wearing and tearing in the middle of working. You had a job to do and those hindrances only put you further behind schedule!

In record time, your determination paid off as the farm was finally in a state where you could begin growing crops and purchasing animals. To your relief, crops began to immediately grow plentiful as your animals also began to quickly lay eggs and breed offspring. With this new steady source of both food and income, you found yourself leaving the farm less and less often as you had everything you could possibly need here. The only time you ever left would be the occasional errand day that consisted of a quick gym visit and trip to a farm supply store to fill your truck up with new feed for your animals.

Day-by-day, your firm and muscular body was gaining an extra layer of flab that you were growing increasingly happy with. The farm was having a field day with altering your perspectives towards masculinity and your appearance, especially since you weren’t even attempting to resist what was occurring. With the farm’s influence hard at work, your old perspective of being an average man that loathed toxic masculinity disappeared as you became one of those toxic men yourself. As if to commemorate each dramatic shift in your mentality, the powers of the farm found various tattoos slowly manifesting onto your body that only further filled you with pride whenever you looked in the mirror.

As such, those infrequent trips to the gym had your perspective towards the former gym hunks that you used to admire change dramatically. In your eyes, having a toned physique was for pussies who didn’t want to work and eat like a real man. To you, a beefy dad bod that had a perfect mix of muscle and flab was the only real physique that a man should have. You felt so strong and manly every time you looked at your reflection or down at your slight paunch, it was quite honestly a struggle to not stop what you were doing immediately to rub one out!

So while you’re clearly a rather humble man when it comes to living a rather simple and bare bones life (as evident by the beat-up pickup truck and old and tattered clothes you loved to wear), it was always abundantly clear by the glimmer in your eyes that you were one cocky motherfucker. Honestly though, who could blame you though when you looked so good with the body and life that you had always desired…  

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OMG

Your story reminded me of this scene of Friday Night Funkin

In mind Starscream

Starscream is lost in the purple darkness of the Void While he is trying to be freed From this place

but a Shade figure like him with violet eyes With a sinister smile He said forget about them go back to sleep

Starscream rejected He screamed Get out of my head and said no He continued to sing And at the last moment When darkness swallowed him Slowly He was about to lose hope But when he heard different voices Not to give up And he continued to fight

Then Starscream turned bright red driving away the purple darkness

Then there is a ghost Skywarp and Thundercracker cheer him on Then the ghost of Skyfire appears They help him too

That's how Starscream egained his freedom and his memories

How do you think everyone will react?

What if TFP Autobot Starscream did the heroic sacrifice during the 2nd Season Finale + Megatron captures then brainwashes him! 💜 How would the Autobots + their allies react to seeing Starscream with all his memories ERASED and he’s CORRUPTED by Dark Energon + Megatron? 💜 How would Soundwave, Knockout, Breakdown, Shockwave and Predaking react to the Brainwashed, Corrupted Starscream? 💜 

Well, here goes another sad story (TvT)… You like to make me cry X')… Thank you for your request lovely anon ^^!

~~~

Optimus refused to abandon Starscream, so he decided to form a plan to save the Seeker from the Decepticons, even if he had to put his life in danger to do so. His Spark warmed up as the Autobots followed him, ready to fight this battle.

The jet was now part of their family, and there was no question of abandoning him! Miko wanted to join them in the coming battle, but Jack eventually managed to convince her to let them. They shouldn't be a drag on the Autobots, especially now.

Ratchet manages to triangulate the Nemesis' position, with the help of Wheeljack. Now it was time to attack! They walked through the gate together, weapons drawn. Arcee was quick to strike a Vehicon that blocked her path, followed closely by the white Wrecker.

Smokescreen crossed the floor of the ship with the Phase Shifter, finding himself easily in the large corridors of the Nemesis. He was going to do everything possible to save Starscream.

Bumblebee stayed with Bulkhead and Optimus, destroying the Decepticon forces. Megatron was quick to arrive, and wasted no time in attacking the Prime, who parried the ex-gladiator's sword strike with the Star Saber.

Smokescreen continued to walk around the ship, when he faced a familiar figure nearby. He smiled broadly when he saw the Seeker, and went towards him, calling out to him, surprised but happy to see that the jet was free.

The flyer raised his wings, before slowly turning towards the recruit, who stopped when he faced Starscream's optics. There was no form of recognition from the Seeker, who wasted no time in drawing his claws. The racing car felt his body tense, and frowned, scared and confused.

Arcee and Wheeljack heard a scream, and rushed towards the source, after the motorbike swore it was the recruit's voice. Both froze when they found themselves face to face with Smokescreen on the ground, energon flowing over the cold Nemesis floor, and Starscream above him, claws coated in their friend's energon.

“What the frag got into you?! cried out the warrior. Have you gone crazy?!"

The Seeker gave the duo a somewhat disdainful look, before raising his arm towards them, and triggering one of his missiles.

~

Optimus continued his fight against Megatron, while Bulkhead and Bumblebee took care of the Vehicons and Insecticons troops. It got more and more complicated when the Predacon joined the party, but fortunately Ultra Magnus eventually arrived, having managed to convince Ratchet to let him go into battle.

Suddenly, a huge explosion was heard, blowing out one of the large doors leading inside the Nemesis. Bumblebee beeped in distress when he saw Arcee and Wheeljack lying on the ground, badly burned. He and Bulkhead froze when they saw a terribly familiar figure moving through the smoke.

Starscream flew out of the ash cloud in his robot mode, before aiming his second missile at the Autobots. Optimus quickly pushed Megatron away, then stood in front of the duo.

“Starscream! Stop! We are here to help you! I'm sorry we didn't come before! But, we are here now! We can go home!"

Prime held out his hand towards the Seeker, inviting him to join them, his eyes shining with hope. The jet tilted his head in confusion, not seeming to understand the Autobots leader's speech. Starscream started his missile's procedure, before asking:

“Who are you again?"

Optimus widened his optics in horror, before seeing the Seeker's eyes, and their disturbing purple. The Prime finally heard Megatron laugh, who moved closer to him, then said:

“He’s already home, he’s never considered you as anything other than enemies.

- …

- See what he did to your team. I don't think you're the type to bring an enemy back to your side, are you?"

For the first time in a long time, the leader of the Autobots felt anger rising within him. This burning and devastating anger that rose to rage, pushing the Spark to want to destroy everything.

Optimus rushed towards the ex-gladiator, Star Saber in hand, before being suddenly stopped by Starscream, who stepped in front of him. The Seeker unsheathed his claws, and hit the Prime's cheek full force, who recoiled in surprise. The leader of the Decepticons aimed his cannon at his foe, then sneered:

“I’ll give you one more chance to leave!”

Optimus clenched his fists, before Bumblebee called for a ground bridge. Everyone eventually passed through the portal, and Prime was the last. He gave one last look to Starscream, who gave him a simple confused look, not understanding the sadness in his enemy's optics.

~

The children were devastated after hearing the news. Miko clenched her fists in rage, before violently kicking the TV cabinet, which fell to the ground, its screen shattering in its fall. Jack said nothing, while Raf cried silently, being consoled by June. Ultra Magnus remained with Bumblebee and Bulkhead, in heavy silence.

Arcee, Smokescreen, and Wheeljack were in the med bay with Ratchet, silently repairing them. He knew he could repair most of their wounds, but not all of them… Spark's were irreparable… The doctor didn't say a word, remaining in a deep and heavy silence, hiding his sadness as best he could to be the support of the group.

Fowler saw Optimus leaving the base, and was quick to follow him. The Prime looked up at the starry sky above him, and did his best to hold back his tears, when he heard the agent call out to him. The leader of the Autobots turned to him and asked:

“What is it, Agent Fowler…?

- I just wanted to make sure you was okay.

- … Not really…

- …

- I wasn't quick enough, I didn't manage to save Starscream... My incompetence condemned him to a fate worse than death...

- You must not give up! I'm sure we'll find a way to save him! To free him from Megatron's control!

- … No…

- …! Optimus, you can't know if you haven't tried!

- I already know it's impossible… You can't free someone from the power of the Dark Energon…”

William said nothing more, and bowed his head in sorrow, while Optimus' shoulders sagged in defeat.

~

KnockOut repaired the injured Vehicons with Breakdown's help, and looked apprehensively at the medical door several times, as the fear of Starscream and Megatron coming tugged at his Spark. The doctor didn't want to see the Seeker, especially in this state...

It wasn't Starscream he had in front of him… just an empty shell that bore no resemblance to the jet. The Velocitronian would really have liked things to happen differently, that events were not the same... The ex-Wrecker put a comforting hand on the shoulder of his Sparkmate, who looked at him gratefully, before sighing sadly.

"It's about Starscream, isn't it?" easily guessed the big blue robot.

KnockOut didn't even nod, he didn't need to. He clenched his fists, before saying with sorrow:

“I should have let him die…”

~

Soundwave checked with the surveillance cameras that everything was in order in the ship, and greeted his leader and the Seeker when they passed by him. The Communications Commander was ashamed to admit it, but he was deeply disappointed in his friend...

The spy plane would never have thought him capable of doing such a thing... Starscream may have gotten lost with the Autobots, and indeed he had to be brought back to the good cause, but to the point to...

Soundwave didn't really want to think about it. He couldn't think about it, imagining the pain of the jet as he lost his memories and his will was too sparkbreaking. The Communications Commander began to doubt despite himself… he wondered in which direction they were going, if they weren't coming into total contradiction with the main objective of the cause. Originally, wasn't their fighting against slavery...?

~

Shockwave was really surprised at the effectiveness of the Dark Energon, he didn't expect such a result, it was a major scientific discovery, and he was somewhat surprised that Predaking didn't share his… how he could describe this emotion? Maybe it was enthusiasm, in any case, the Predacon didn't seem to agree with him.

The large fire-colored robot held the Dark Energon in horror, avoiding the room in which it was kept like Rust. He also avoided the Second-in-Command of the Decepticons who exuded the same energy.

Predaking didn't understand, he couldn't see the point, despite a passion shared with Shockwave about science. Wasn't this discipline originally supposed to help people? Why use it for such a bad reason as manipulating someone, depriving them of their person.

The Predacon thought about the fact that he would have to look in the files to see if there was a cure for Dark Energon. He didn't really know why, but he refused to leave this robot in this situation!

~

Starscream was alone in his room, unable to get out the strange feeling that he knew the robots he had seen, he was sure of it. The Seeker scowled, never able to think straight. The past was always something blur, the answers only coming from the stories his Master told him.

The jet faced the night, his room lit by moonbeams, while the Autobots leader's optics returned to his memory. He put a hand on his window pane, and faced his own reflection.

He still couldn't understand where this sadness was coming from in his Spark, which seemed to ring in harmony with the sorrow seen in his enemy's optics. The flyer closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on some semblance of memory, something that could help him...

Starscream saw unknown memories flash through his memory, robots he had seen, but should not know. He felt his Spark growing warmer every second, as he saw himself with the Autobots again, as part of their family. A voice in his head was screaming at him to wake up, to not give up.

The Seeker felt a sudden pain in his Spark, as a painful memory washed over him. He placed a hand against his chest, feeling something crawling inside like a parasite.

The jet ventilated with difficulty, and looked out the window. He had a start of surprise when he saw the color of his optics change from purple to red, before returning to their normal color. During this transition, Starscream had a sliver of memory. A name, a simple name that was the symbol of great hope in his Spark.

"Optimus."