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Wizard Tales - Never tease a Wizard

Frank loved his life. He was a wizard for the International Wizarding League, an association, made up of powerful mages from all over the world, basically a bunch of perverts wielding potent transformative magic. And in the human world I was a booth guy for an international nutrition group, working at your usual fitness expos. Of course that was only made possible by my magic. 

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It was an average day, working at your usual expo, admiring the fine specimen around me and getting admired by them. Those who weren’t so admirable, were quickly transfomed into the most desirable men with the flick of a finger.

A fat guy and a girl nearby were easily transformed into a fitness freak couple, consisting of a massive bodybuilder and a fit women, who was walking funny, thanks to he boyfriend’s now generous endowment. A miserable looking nerdy girl was quickly changed into a womanizing dude with sculpted muscles, who quickly seduced the nearest girl to follow him to the restroom.

And then John and Steve came to my booth. The two nerds were somewhat infamous around our branch of industry, since they always came to these events, searched out one booth and made fun of it or made racist remarks.. Fortunately mine had been spared until now, but now they were clearly walking in my direction. But I was prepared.

“Hey, meatheads.”, the blond one, John, said with a sneer. “You pumpin’ yourself full of roids or what.”, the taller one, the brown haired Steve, said.Then they turned at me.

“You’re new, nigger?”, John said, and with a wink their skin became a nice chocolate color. Than he turned at his friend. “Look at this guy, his body is so ridiculously muscled. He’s obviously overcompensating something.” and with a wipe of my hand, both their bodies blew up to giant dimensions, even bigger than most guys at the convention.

“Of course.”, Steve replied and then turned at me, now even standing 3″ taller than even my generous 6′3″, “Hey you, you have a tiny dick don’t you, it shriveled away from all the roids you’re taking.” And in accordance with his statement I put my hands together and shrunk their manhoods to 1″ and 2″.

“Why so silent, fag?”, he teased me, mistaking my admiring looks, concerning my work as lustful. But since he made the insult, he had to pay for it. So I made the two gay and to make matters more interesting, I made them a couple.

“He’s probably to dumb to answer. Huh, meathead.”, John said and so I faked a sneeze, which emptied the minds of the couple.

Now it was my turn to talk to them, since they were now a little bit to dumb to talk or fully understand what I said. “So now you big bottom boys.”, I said very slowly and patted Steve’s growing ass,” The customers will be coming soon.”

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What can I say? John and Steve are pretty happy to be the rent boys at our booth, taking every cuntomer’s dick up their ass and all the while telling them the same phrase: “Fitworld Nutrition good.”, while occasionally moaning from having their overgrown, oversensitive muscelasses fucked.

This time I’m trying myself at a more graphic description of lovemaking.

Stereotyping

Tucker and John were an odd couple. Not only were they mixed raced, with Tucker being an Afro-American and John’s grandparents having come from China in the late 1960′s. But that wasn’t the most extraordinary thing about their relationship. They weren’t the stereotypical black and asian guys. While Tucker was had graduated from college as the best of his year and even had a doctor, working for a big international medical company, John had dropped out of high school, which not even his status as the school’s star quarterback could prevent, since that couldn’t compensate for all the Fs he had. So while Tucker worked in a big laboratory and had just developed a new medicament against the flu, John worked as a personal trainer in one of the local gyms and sided as a fitness model.

The couple didn’t even fulfill their respective stereotypes in the bedroom. While Tucker was a timid little bottom, who was hung like a gerbil, John was an agressive top, who knew how to use the coke bottle thick shank of sexmeat, that hung between his legs. He would continuously tease Tucker’s keyhole tight asshole with his fist sized cockhead, which alone was enough to make the little guy spurt, before pushing in in one smoooth motion, that would then become a constant jackhammering, that would change his blissful moans into orgasmic screams. And while Tucker had already shot numerous loads, it would take the horny Chinese another 30 minutes to dump his in comparison enormous load up the black doctor’s big booty.

But then one day, a mysterious package arrived. Tucker found it in the hallway, when he came home form work, having packed up his things early, to surprise his husband, only to find their flat as messy as he had left it, even though he had asked John to tidy it up while he was gone. Tucker would have done it, but he ws already late, after the Asian hulk had had another go at his ass this morning. “He probably isn’t even up yet.”, Tucker thought checking his watch. It was already past 2 pm but he forgave his husband, after all it was the big guy’s free day.

Forgetting the package for the moment, Tucker silently entered their shared bedroom, finding John still asleep, the bed sheets stuck to the impressive tent his bull cock was making. Quietly, the little black guy approached his sleeping husband, slipping his under the sheets and going down on the impressive tool, the sleeping John stirring slightly as he did so. Slowly but steadily the Asian behemoth awoke, as his twinky husband blew him, even able to deepthroat the cock until he, now fully awake, forced the entire length down his lover’s throat and finally shot a humonguous load.

“Hey baby, finally awake?”, Tucker asked. “Yeah.”, came the reply from his husband, his voice so deep, that it made Tucker’s little cock hard again. A short time later, John had gotten dressed, meaninng he now wore underwear, leaving his perfect torso on display, and set at the kitchen table, downing a coffee and reading the newspaper. Then Tucker came in with the package he had previously ignored. “We’ve got a package, baby. It’s addressed to both of us.”, he said, showing the brown box he held in his small hands.

When the two of them opened the myterious carton they found a small vase and a piece of paper in it, that read: “To set things straight in your relationship.” Curiously Tucker inspected the vase. The little piece of pottery was painted with what looked like a mix of Asian and African symbols. “That thing looks pretty strange.”, Tucker murmured to himself. “Show it to me.”, John asked him and Tucker handed him the vase. And in the exact moment, when both them touched the mysterious piece of pottery, a bronze light erupted from it, knocking the couple out.

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John laid on the bed, the sheets still sticky from cum. But of course it was less his cum than rather the one of Tucker, the big black bull. He had spent all night jackhammering his enormous black dick up John’s tight Asian ass and from the looks of it, he hadn’t stoppped, when John had already passed out rom both exhaustion and bliss. It looked like Tucker had shot over a gallon of cum all over the place. John’s little cock already got hard, just thinking about his husband. 

Despite having two doctor titles and having made a lot of money, when he had worked for that one chemical company, John had quit his job two years ago, when he had met Tucker. Before that, the Asian twink had been one of then leading experts in mathematics and chemics in the whole world. But then he had met the black behemoth called Tucker. The guy was just perfect, Incredibly big muscles under that perfect black skin and the most stereotypical black horse cock to ever be created. John had to quit his job, so he would be available for Tucker to fuck at all time, while the black titan did his brutal workouts. 

Speaking of the devil, a massive shadow appeared in the doorway. Tucker ha dto turn a little sideways to enter the room, his massive shoulders far to broad to pass through the doorway normally. As he approached the bed and the delicate figure lying in it. Undoing his belt, Tucker asked in deep bass voice: “Hey ,baby, ready for round 6?”

All Of Them

“Scientists all around the world still haven’t found a reason why every black male on the planet is suddenly experiencing a drastic decrease in muscle and penis size. It is unknown if this has something to do with the simultaneous increase of overall size, that male persons with Asian inheritance all over the world have been experiencing. Despite having not yet found a cause for this change scientists have started calling this phenomenon ‘The Great Reversal’. My name is Jeonyin Harper and this is CNN News.”, finished the now hulking anchorman, his suit painfully tight against his giant frame.

Sighing I turned the TV off, the report having only confirmed what I already guessed. After a last few tugs I packed my dick back into my underwear, pleased with the obvious bulge it made. I walked upstairs and entered the bathroom, passing the pictures of my family in the hallway. While my mother was Asian, meaning her entire side of the family now had hulking males, while his father was a white businessman, owning his own successful company, explaining their huge mansion.

Entering the bathroom I stood in front of the mirror, and decided to snap a few selfies, fixing how the cap, which had set all of this in motion on my head. “Yeah, Instagram is gonna love this.”, I said and posted it right away. In the last days my Instagram had undergone a dramatic change. No more nerdy anime pics ans pseudo-poetic stuff, but instead it was now filled with pics of my incredibly built body and the sizable bulge in my underpants.

Originally I had wanted to buy a cap to cover up my bad greasy hair and look a little cooler, but that was a wasted hope. Standing almost a head lower than everyone else and being quite chubby made me look just as cool as my shoulder long unruly straight black hair. I went to the mall with my three best friends Chad, Bob and DeShawn. DeShawn was a basketball player, who was at least half a foot taller than the rest of us and really built. People would always wonder why he hung out with us, but before puberty he had been a nerd like us and we still were friends. Bob was always pretty average. Like me he came from a wealthy family, but otherwise he didn’t really stand out with his blond locks and average height. And then there was Chad. He was by far my best friend, maybe because he was Asian like me or because we grew up together. Though he wasn’t exactly handsome either, his body frail and short, combined with a too big nose made him look weird. Oh, and he is gay, having come out last year, though he hadn’t put a move on any of us. 

So we walked through the mall and suddenly Bob noticed a shop. It was very narrow and everybody was passing by without giving it a second look, but we walked right into it. There was no sign indicating the name, but it was just what we were looking for. Clothes covered every free inch of the shop. I walked straight towards the caps and took one out. You may have guessed, but it was that plain black I wear in the pictures. I asked the shop’s owner how much it would cost and a little bit of haggling later I handed him 5 dollars. before he handed it over again he looked me in the eye and whispered: “It may change all of you.” I gave him a quizzical look and turned to leave, putting on the cap on my way. When it hit my head the shop owner made a strange gesture and a blinding light engulfed me. 

Suddenly I felt heavier and taller and a look over to my friends surprised me even more. The formerly towering DeShawn had suddenly dropped over a foo in height and lost all his hard earned muscle, whereas Chad had gotten everything DeShawn had lost. He was now a breathing block of muscle, towering over the newly black twink. Bob was totally freaked out by the change and looked totally helpless, while the transformed ones themselves were totally panicked. Than they turned at me. “Man you are huge. Even bigger than me.”, Chad said with admiration and than I noticed my body.  Whereas Chad or the Pre-Change-DeShawn had been big, I was enormous. Another 4″ taller than Chad and far wider. 

So after a some back and forth everyone accepted the changes and it turned out DeShawn was gay. Of course Chad took the opportunity and made him his boyfriend. I myself went over to the head cheerleaders house and spent the remaining afternoon fucking her brains out. Though it only started with her. The rest of the cheerleaders and some of the black football and basketball players didn’t escape my by now legendary horse dick either. I might have to go to some sorority houses with some of the Asian guys form the chess team to get some new fucks. The girls really like to lick the hard deeply cut sixpack I call my own and the rockhard full round pecs above it. Or hang from the strong humongous biceps I have, losing themselves in my deep darkbrown almond eyes and tracing my lantern jaw with their manicured nails, feeling the dense stubble underneath.

But the girls really like one thing the most: Squeezing my muscular glutes while they take every inch of my 12″ cock down their throats. I can only conclude the cap really made me popular, especially with the girls, seeing how it made me go from virgin to sex beast in a matter of hours.

Another RP I did with @amalianetwork.

Getting in Shape

Finally Jack had gotten to join the gym. He had meant to do it for years, but never really couldn't quite motivate himself. Though it would have been really necessary, judging his more than pudgy figure. At a height of roughly 5'9" Jack weighed more than 270 Pounds of fat. It had been years since Jack had seen his dick, though he knew it wasn't anything Special either, being 4" Long when hard.

The long stairs up to the gym had gotten the college Student sweating and heavily breathing as he approached the reception desk.

It was a gym off the college campus in the small town he lived in. He always felt so shy and self-conscious that he didn't want to risk being seen by classmates or anyone he knew. He could hear weights clanking as he got signed in, a blonde jock behind the counter was working the computer. Jack felt like he was being judge by the jock, but the receptionist passed him his gym card and sent him on his way with a smile. Jack sighed and headed towards the locker rooms to get changed.

As he entered he was immediately greeted by a familiar sight, the Body of his former high school's top jock, Shaun. The black behemoth was as different from Jack as anyone could be. The years of football and gym had blown his muscles up into Fitness model size and they had grown even more since then. By now Shaun looked like he was about to step on stage at a pro Bodybuilding contest. As he turned around, Jack was greeted by another familiar sight, the glorious horse cock that had earned Shaun his nickname, "The Redwood". Of Course it was because of his towering height too. As Shaun turned around and spotted Jack eyeing him up from the other sight of the room, a cruel smirk grew on his handsome face.

Shaun swaggered over to where Jack was standing. The shorter man obviously looking uncomfortable. "Well well. If it isn't little Jack Dillard. Though, I guess you aren't that little. Don't you know this is a gym, not a buffet." Jack was blushing hard. Thankfully the gym only had a few people in it at the moment and Jack prayed no one heard Shaun's taunts. He thought he had escaped his tormentor once he graduated, but fate dealt him a cruel hand it seemed.

'This was meant to be a new start for me.', Jack thought and looked down on the Floor. He just couldn't muster up the Courage to talk back to Shaun, he never could. "I see you haven't changed one bit, faggot. That's if I ignore the tons of fat you grew. Though you still are a pathetic Little faggot, who isn't able to talk back.", Shaun taunted him in his deep commanding voice. He pulled up his gym Shorts and put on a tanktop, extra slowly so Jack would watch and swaggered out of the room, throwing a last "Hope you don't sweat on my weights." at Jack.

Shaun's footsteps echoed in the room as he left. Jack just stood in place, wringing his fat hands together. He felt humiliated, he wanted to go home right then. He clenched his fist, realizing he made a decision to get in better shape, and he wouldn't let Shaun stop him. Well he could try and avoid Shaun at least. He peeled off his clothes and put on his xxl workout gear and headed to the treadmill, hoping Shaun didn't like cardio.

As he left the room and passed the reception desk, the jock threw him and murmured to himself. It sounded it a bit like "Poor guy." and "Collided with Shaun.". Jack brushed it off and walked towards the treadmills. He climbed onto one and started with the easiest stage, seeing from afar how big the weights looked, that Shaun lifted. Frustrated he cycled, not even noticing the strange glow in the eyes of the receptionist jock.

Finally, Jack got too tired to continue and decided to call it a day. Even though his shirt was a quick-dry material, it was soaked with his sweat. He saw the blonde jock wave at him before he headed into the lockerroom. Jack sheepishly waved back and went to go shower. Thankfully it was stalls and not an open shower. Still, he picked one towards the back as he stripped and got his soap out.

As he began soaping his less than impressive Body he didn't even notice, that the Soap wasn't it's normal lavender blue Color, but rather a bluish green with glitter all over it. He also didn't notice that it left the same glitter all over his Body, or that it sank into his Skin. The firt Thing that seemed odd to him was that his arm had a strange Tension   to it when he used the Soap on his hair. He took his dear time Standing there under the shower, using the delightful Feeling Soap and enjoying the warm water cascading down his Body.

His arm jiggled as he scrubbed his black hair. However, it started to jiggle less and less as he scrubbed away.  The roundness from being fat gave way to the roundness of muscle. The peak of his bicep pressed into his ear and fatty shoulder. The soap seemed to have an odd scent to it. It was not like the normal clean smelling soaps he was used to. It had a more manly aroma, but he couldn't place his finger on it.

Soon the biceps wasn't pressing into a fat shoulder anymore, but Jack's arm was rather pushed a Little back when his shoulders rounded and broadened, growing into some cannonball like structures. Just beneath his new muscular shoulders transformed his moobs. He felt them up as his saggy unsightly tits expanded and hardened, enjoying how the growing flesh felt under his grab. He wasn't even bothered by the feeling. It felt like that was the way it was supposed to be.

Two large pecs now adorned his chest where his moobs used to be. One of his fingers grazed a nipple and he let out a soft moan. His meager 4" cock pressed against his waning belly fat. He heard someone's footsteps enter the shower and he hoped he didn't hear him moan. Another shower squeaked on so Jack wanted to finish, but he didn't feel clean enough yet. He started soaping up his body, paying extra attention to his pecs.

But before that he wanted to clean his whole Body. He let the Soap slide down his belly and rubbed it, Feeling it grow harder, but at the same time it felt like the gut was sinking back into his Body. He continued rubbing his belly until he no longer felt the soft pudginess of a paunch, but rather the hard bumps of what felt like a strong, firm, cut eightpack. Meanwhile the Person in the other shower stall had started moaning too, though it was a lot more high pitched.

Jack's hand wrapped around his small cock, completely enclosing it in his palm, and gave it a tug. He moaned, sounding a little hoarse, but also finding that he didn't care if someone heard him. His other hand traced along the ridges of his abs and Apollo's belt. Both hands left the front of his body to rub his ass. What once was a flabby sac of fat now was a perky bubble butt that still had some fat, but was mostly muscle. He gave them a grope, liking how strong his hands felt on his ass.

As the water cascaded down his Body, the Magic Soap reached his legs. While Jack slowly rubbed along the unimpressive length of his dick with strong, big Hand, his legs jiggled and tensed, jiggled and tensed. The whole process repeated itself, until Jack was left with a pair of strong, brawny legs. They looked like two sinewy oak trees, built from years of Training. The water finally reached his feet, growing them, just like the rest of his Body. When they were finished, Jack's feet looked like a hobbit's, just without the hair. They were a solid size 20 and made a perfect base for his impressive 6'9" Body.

Jack could over the stalls just by standing. His hand still tugged at his cock, it growing with every pull. He could see only one other shower was on and tugged harder, moaning a little deeper. A higher pitched moan seemed to echo in response. Jack smirked cockily for once in his life. He turned off his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, his cock sticking out from it. His feet slapped against the wet tiles as he made his way to the other shower. Keeping that cocky smirk, he pulled at the curtain.

In it was a small, almost feminine black Boy, looking no older than 18. He turned around in shock and revealed that he had been rubbing an unimpressive pencil thin 3 incher. Jack looked past his impressive built pecs and into the face of the Boy. Though he had a far less angular face and lacked the stubble and rough handsomeness, this face clearly was Shaun's. With a look of lust and admiration the lithe Boy looked up into Jack's handsome visage and dropped to his knees.

Jack's smirk only widened as the slapped Shaun's cheeks with  his 11" cock. The cocky smirk looked natural on Jack's angular face. It wasn't rough like Shaun's was, but more model-like. A look of pleasure passed over those gorgeous features once Shaun took Jack's cock into his mouth and began sucking like a pro.

Shaun licked along the whole length of the Long shaft, fondling Jack's cum-heavy bull nuts with his delicate Hands, only having Jack moan even louder. The new hunk forced Shaun's boyish face further down his dick with a dinner plate sized Hand. Jack knew full well that Shaun probably had never sucked a cock before, but his throat was seemingly bottomless. Shaun was so skilled that it didn't take Jack Long to shoot his first load, though it wouldn't be his last.

Once he finished cumming, he pushed Shaun off his dick, patted his head, and went to his locker to get dressed. He slipped on some pants and  black shirt that showed off his pecs. Running a hand through the hair, he bounced them in a mirror before leaving. The blonde jock was waiting for him at the reception desk. "How was your workout?" He asked.

My boyfriend's feeling a little insecure, says he has a babyface, and that he thinks he looks to young. Can you help him realise that just because you look twenty doesn't mean you can't look like a godly stud?

Sorry I haven’t answered this earlier. It laid at the bottom of my inbox for a while.

I hate it when people have this really low self esteem, just because of their looks. That’s why I’m going to help you and your boyfriend. I guess unlocking his true potential would be nice, don’t you think? Just let me brew up a little something. Here you go, give that shampoo to your boyfriend and the next time he takes a shower, you’ll be surprised by the person that exits the cubicle.

I guess he’ll start shampooing his head, so that’s where my formula gets to do it’s magic first. It will refine his formerly shaggy blonde mop of hair into a nice short kept crew cut and just look at this golden color.  Next thing is that his boyish face will become a little more angular, though not much, I like the muscle boy look. His features will get more defined, so prepare for a more pronounced jawline, a straighter nose, pouty lips and of course deeply set ocean blue eyes. So yeah, I’m no big fan of the studs in his ears, but it seems like the potion sees this as part of your boyfriends potential.

As the water cascade don his body, his weak bony skin gets pumped up with smooth, strong, firm muscles. Just think of how sexy his pecs will be. And I’m sure you’ll enjoy rubbing over your boyfriend’s new strong midsection too. I think you know how much I like sixpacks, but just let me do some magic. After all I wanna give your boyfriend the bulging eightpack he deserves. Yeah, I know that’s technically breaking the rules here, but seriously you could grate cheese on his abs now. Of course his arms, shoulders, back, lats and traps haven’t been left out either. By the time he steps out of the shower he’ll probably look like he has been lifting for years.

Simultaneously the shampoo has begun to straighten his posture and increasing his height. I just hope he won’t hear the cracking sound of his bones shifting and spine elongating, that could really freak him out. Though having that new super stud strut around your house and nearly hitting his head on every doorframe he comes across will be a real turn on, I can promise you that. 

And now the shampoo has finally reached the best part of the body. As the shampoo runs across the length of your boyfriend’s dick he might notice that it will take longer until the suds drop off his tip than he expected, simply because the way is increasing. And not only is his cock becoming longer, it’s becoming wider too. I’m no expert, but I guess by the time the shampoo has finished it’s work his dick will rival a water bottle in length and a beer can in girth. I’m sure he will know how to use that monster too.

I guess he’s finished his shower now. Other than the changes I just described to you, his legs rival now a horse’s and his feet look like a fucking clown’s too. Though I hate to admit, but the shampoo had a few … unexpected effects. You see, the shampoo rewrote a few things in his life. He was more active in sports, that’s why he is so built and so confident. And the extra amount of testosterone that produced lead to him being taller and having a larger cock as well as now having a smooth baritone as voice.  

But that also means he didn’t spent as much time studying or reading, meaning he’s pretty much an idiot now. That’s why he is so dependent on you and willingly lets you fuck his ass in exchange. And trust me if I say he that pouty lips are perfect for dick sucking too. Of course he still loves you though. Just let me work a bit of magic again, giving him a modelling job and you a big fat cock to really satisfy that young looking godly stud of a boyfriend.

Remodelled

A little something for your 23rd birthday @amalianetwork​. I hope you enjoy :P

Jack Smith had whatever he could wish for. Be it money, fame or chicks, the world famous model had more than enough of everything. What most people didn’t know was that about a week ago Jack Smith had been Irving Fitzgerald, just another nerd at another rural high school. But then he had gotten his hands on the Chronivac and everything changed.

Now he lived in a big penthouse in New York and had at least one girl over every night to fuck. On top of that his toned body and handsome face also got him every modelling job he wanted. And if he found something he could still use the Chronivac on his computer. Though maybe he with all his fame he should have been more cautious with securing his PC.

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Jim had been planning this for a while now. Jake Smith seemed like such a good target for hacking, he was a jerk so any information Jim could get would be worth a ton of money. Even if he could only get a couple of shots from the camera, it would be worth. He could sell them to a magazine or if the rumors about the famous model were true, to a porn website.

Looking through Jack’s data Jim only found the usual stuff, schedules, photos from past shoots and a lot of messages from horny girls. One thing though really caught his eye. Between all the flashy stuff was a little program that was titled “Chronivac Reality Alterations”. Curiously Jim brought it up. It looked like a simple Sim like game, currently only showing a model of Jack. Scrolling closer Jim could see that the avatar was nude and apparently the rumors really were true, Jack had a fat sausage between his legs.

Jim clicked on the model and a variety of possibilties popped up. Curiously Jim clicked on the option “Sexuality” and clicked the field to alter it. Of course it had been set to “straight” but of course Jim set it to “gay”. A window popped up, telling that the change would take a little while. Simultaneously Jim hacked into the camera and microphone to see if the change would really happen.

The model just happened to be talking to a friend on the phone, bragging about how much pussy he got. “And that Pauline girl really knew how to suck dick, man. She didn’t even gag at my meat rod. And Jessica really had some fat tits to play with.” Then a message popped up: “Change completed.” and immediately the bragging changed. “You should have seen Tony’s ass. It was so peachy and tight, really such a good bottom. And the cute guy I picked up at the bar last week, I think his name was Dennis, really managed to keep from spurting for so long. I was so impressed I fucked him another time right afterwards.”, Jack said and cupped his already rehardening dick.

With a wicked smile Jim realized that the program was no fake. now he was gonna have some fun. “First I am gonna do something about that face.”, Jim thought and started typing. Meanwhile Jake was taking a photo for his Instagram, knowing that thousands of followers already waited for new fantasy material.

Finally he had gotten the perfect shot and was about to post it, when Jim hit Enter. The model barely noticed the photo shifting to fit his new facial features better. His face now sported a more pretty boy like look, making him look more like a frat boy, than the successful person he was. With a smirk, that would have probably made women swoon, had he not been alone, he remembered that this boyish look was his trademark feature and the main reason most people fell for him on first sight.

After he posted the photo, Jack sat down on his designer couch and picked up a magazine from the table. Of course he featured as the cover model, but he really found that one article fascinating. It told men how they could improve their sex techniques and even though he was pretty sure he was already an expert, Jack wanted to see to see if he could get any better.

Somewhere else Jim was  pleased with the results of the facial change as he scrolled through the model’s Instagram account, but he really wanted to see jack with a bit more meat on his bones. And so he brought up the muscle section of the reality altering program.

Jack flipped the page of the magazine. The article was really interesting, though there was barely any new information for Jack, as expected. But suddenly the pages of the magazine blurred and Jack felt uncomfortable. When his gaze refocused on the page, it was almost completely dominated by a photo of him.

It was only natural though, after all this edition had a big interview with him as cover story. Though they overdid it with the title a bit. “Young, hung and built like a brick wall. An interview with the All American Fitness Stallion.” Absently minded jack scratched his meaty pec and chuckled as he read the article. They focused a ittle too much on his love life, but otherwise it was well written. “Then again, it may because of these bad boys.”, the fitness model said and gave his mighty arms a flex.

With a devilish smirk, Jim hit the Enter button once more and Jake got lifted off the couch from his ballooning ass. And with that an empty, itching feeling spread through the fitness model’s bottom. He brought up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

“Uhm, Jumbo Jim, I think I need you here right now.”, Jack texted. Jim just smirked and texted back. “I’m on my way. Wait for me, just like I like it.” Eager to please the hacker, Jack ran to the bedroom and undressed down to his black briefs and waited for the arrival of the big dicked top.

While I could absolutely work my own magic on myself, I must admit, it's rather thrilling to put myself in someone else's capable hands every now and then. Life has been on and off stressful and occasionally depressing, so I was wondering if you could make a fun little world for me. Maybe one where everyone's dumb, 'straight acting' and just has a good time? Finding my husband to be a dumb, muscular asian dude wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Yeah I see why life can be pretty damn hard sometimes, especially for an almighty Djinn like yourself. Therefore I am more than happy that you chose me to be given the opportunity to create a little world for you. *Cracks knuckles* I really hope you’ll be pleased with the end result.

First I’ll make it so, that the world’s population will consist solely of men. Women only bring problems with their bitching, though that’s true for some men too. Don’t worry about reproduction. That’s a matter or the upper 1% on the intelligence spectrum, which you barely missed.

That gets us right to one of the main features of your new world. I made it so that even with average IQ in the old reality would be considered Nobel Prize winningly intelligent in the new one. The normal IQ here is set for about 95, so sorry but you’ll spend some time among idiots. It’s more about fucking, working out and similar stuff here. Also the magic kind of overdid in on your husband, so he’ll be even below average by this world’s standards. He may look intelligent with his glasses, but trust me, he can barely tie his shoes alone.

Well at least he has an incredible body now. Well incredible in our world. In the new world he just might pass of as an average track runner, though the real show lies inside his stretched out jockstraps. He will be so hung, even in this new reality he’ll be considered pretty well endowed. Sadly he won’t get to use it much. Why you ask? Well because you’re there. Whereas he’s more of runner type body wise, you have a classical wrestler build. Add in your herculean strength (No really, you’re strong enough to lift a truck with your bare hands. My magic ran a bit wild there, whoops.) and this behemoth is just a power bottom before you.

Also you’re a super model in the new world, I think for a guy a face this rugged and a body this hot, there’s no better job. Your trademark is the permanent stubble coating your lantern jaw and the sun tattoos around your nipples. Well of course a super model there would be described as pretty much a porn actor here. And your most frequent shooting partner is none other than your husband.

All the fucking taking place in the new world (Trust there’s a lot of that) is of course “not gay”, just bros helping out bros. And the marriage you’re in is basically just so he’s always around to help you out. There’s nothing gay about, after all it would be pretty cruel to have someone like you walk around blue balling all day, so it’s just a favor to make your day nicer. And in return you help him ease that itch in his ass, just to pay back the favor. So nothing gay, just having a good time.

Nothing worse than working in service industry during the holiday! Damn, I wish I am the one earning those huge bucks and can treat myself to vacation and luxuries with other people fulfilling my demand and running all the miniscule errands for me. But I know I will be a better rich people, I will treat the workers well, or at least that's what I thought as of now

That sounds like you have your life pretty much figured out, my friend. You probably expected me to transform you into the epitome of manliness, a big hirsute CEO, with all the muscle and cock size, not to mention power and money in the world.

But I have something quite different in mind for you. After all why would I transform you into a towering hunk when I can make sure you'll never have to work a day in your life. Let me introduce you to the new you, buddy.

There you go. You'll never have a care in the world again, living as a trophy twink for one of the richest hunks in the world. While your Daddy is out earning the big bucks, working his boulder like ass off, you'll enjoy vacationing all over the globe, be it on your Sugar Daddy's private yacht in France or in his mansion on some tropical island.

Whereever you are you'll have people taking care of your every need, cooks, butlers, personal trainers, they'll cater to your wishes to a tee.

The only catch is that cute fat bubble butt of yours will know no rest. When you aren't getting stretched out by your boyfriend's fat horsecock, you'll be having all of the employees riding your hungry trophy twink hole like there's no tomorrow.

And you'll love it, after all you wanted to be a better rich person. And there's really no better service you could provide these men with than draining their wrecking ball nuts dry. It's really crazy how every single one of Daddy's employees has such a huge dick, isn't it? Well I'll leave you to lounge around the pool for a bit now. Look out though, I think the poolboy has said something about needing some relief.

“The Bubblebutt Curse”

Picky Luke, who prefers bottom-heavy men, gets cursed so that every man he finds attractive grows a massive, sensitive bubble butt.

“What about him?” Luke’s friend, Erin, asked as she pointed towards the other end of the bar.

Luke, sighing, followed the direction of his friend’s manicured finger to see a handsome man who was eying him. The unknown guy was attractive, with his trimmed blond hair and the bulky muscles that filled out his polo nicely. However, the more Luke checked him out, the more the picky college student could feel himself getting turned off the slightest bit.

“Uh…” he mumbled, feeling a little guilty since he’d dragged Erin out to the bar to help him feel better since breaking up with his longterm boyfriend, and despite his friend’s help, he still hadn’t moved on.

“Don’t tell me,” Erin huffed, a knowing look on her face, “‘He’s not your type’.”

Luke blushed a little before nodding and finishing off his drink.

Erin rubbed at her temples in quiet irritation. “And what is it this time?” she pressed, giving the grinning stud at the bar a look-over, knowing that if he were straight, she would’ve been down for it.

Luke bit down on his lower lip. “I guess I’m just picky,” he lowly admitted, feeling a pang of guilt as he checked out the stud at the bar again.

He couldn’t deny that the guy was quite the looker. He had chiseled good looks and a smile to die for. Plus, the way his pecs pressed against the thin fabric of his polo was mouthwatering. Yet, thanks to his standing position, Luke could tell that the stud didn’t have the one quality that he was pretty firm on all of his guys having: the stud didn’t have a big butt. The picky twenty-two year old fought the frown that was threatening to form on his youthful face at the way the stud’s jeans sagged a little at the back. It made it look like the guy concentrated on chest way too much at the gym, totally forgoing leg day. Sure, if Luke were to invite the stud back to his apartment, he was a little hopeful that he’d find that the stud would possess a perky little bubble.

But that didn’t turn Luke on as much as a meaty bubble butt that pressed constantly against a man’s jeans, looking firm and rotund.

The bartender, a curvy women with beautifully dyed hair, grabbed Luke’s empty glass before giving him another drink. “On the house,” she winked knowingly at him. “It’ll be just what you need.” She then walked off to go help another customer.

“Th-thanks!” Luke called out to her, a little weirded out, yet happily accepting a free drink. He slowly sipped at the sweet mixture, actually enjoying it a little bit, especially the way it sent a tantalizingly tingling sensation throughout his slender body.

Erin, unaware of this, rolled her eyes as she sipped on her cocktail. “So, he has a killer smile, looks like he works out, he looks a little older so he’s not a student, and he ordered name-brand liquor so he might have some money,” she countered. “What is he missing?”

A pink hue settled on Luke’s face, the normally shy and quiet economics major not used to talking about his sexual desires. Given his lanky frame and lack of serious muscles, everyone expected him to be the bottom in his relationships. He didn’t mind taking it every now and then, but what really got his blood pumping was fucking a fat set of cheeks attached to some muscled stud, watching the guy moan like a slut as he was stuffed by his eight inches. The juxtaposition of a top-looking stud with a big butt who begged for cock nonstop was too hot to turn down.

Erin snorted at his silence before turning to the stud. “Hey!” she called over at him. “Come join us!”

The blond stud in the tight polo perked up slightly, his grin growing as he grabbed his drink and began to saunter over to the other side of the bar.

Luke gave a quick glare before forcing a smile onto his face as the stud approached, taking the seat right next to him. Up close, the stud definitely was good looking. His blue eyes glimmered underneath the low lights of the bar, and his skin was sun kissed with a slight touch of the beginnings of wrinkles, letting Luke know he was older. 

“Hey there,” he smirked in a warm, deep voice, “I’m Caleb.”

“Luke,” the smaller guy simply said, taking a larger gulp of his mysterious cocktail.

“—and I’m Erin,” Erin laughed as she stood up and grabbed her purse. “And I have to go.”

Luke glared at the back of his friend’s head as she retreated, but quickly swallowed his nerves and decided that since he was this far, he may as well try to make it work out with Caleb. After all, aesthetically, the guy was a 9.5 (he was just missing an ass).

“That wasn’t very stealth,” Caleb chuckled, gesturing towards the door Erin had left out of. 

“Far from it,” Luke agreed, already cursing himself over his lack of flirting skills. Luckily for him, Caleb seemed more than ready to take the lead.

“So,” the older man purred, resting a large, warm hand on the smaller guy’s thigh, “what brings you out here, and why was your friend so eager to leave you with me?”

It seemed that Caleb wasn’t too smooth with flirting either, yet was right to the chase, which Luke preferred in a guy. He couldn’t help but laugh a little, shrugging his thin shoulders and too lazy to come up with a nice comeback.

“I just broke up with my boyfriend so I’m looking to get one under my belt,” he answered, taking another sip of his drink, that foreign tingling growing stronger in his chest, making his heart race. He chalked it up to the alcohol content of it, ignoring the weird sensations for the moment, which seemed to grow the more he checked out Caleb’s sexy muscles, especially loving how his hard nipples poked noticeably against his small shirt.

Caleb squirmed in his seat for a second, but nonetheless genuinely still seemed interested. “Been there,” he said sympathetically, moving his muscled arm from Luke’s thigh to over his thin shoulders, illustrating their size difference. Again, Luke was incredibly turned on by this hunk of a man and often preferred to be the smaller one in bed, loving how hot it seemed to have a small top dominating a buffer bottom… but for the thousandth time, Luke was disappointed at Caleb’s lack of a bottom.

As time progressed, Caleb and Luke continued to flirt with one another, eventually moving on to legitimate conversation. Luke talked about school and how he was working on his degree, and Caleb mentioned how he was an engineer at some fancy company. Caleb was smart and handsome, and he had a decent job that provided a modest living— he wasn’t too flashy and he didn’t play time-wasting games. He gave off the impression that he was truly interested in the young man, making Luke think that if they actually did sleep together, Caleb would be the type of guy to actually still be there in the morning, possibly even making breakfast. They happened to share the same interests in video games, politics, pop culture… everything. The two were a perfect match and had one another laughing in unison at the bar as they chatted away with one another. And, Luke would not forget, Caleb was fuckin’ hot! The man was swole for days, his clothes looking as if they were painted on. He had light stubble on his chin and the way his chest hair coated his deep chest cleavage that showed through the undone buttons of his polo was so sexy. He looked like he was crossing bodybuilder territory with such a hot bod.

But… and it was a big but, Caleb didn’t have a butt.

A pang of guilt wrecked through Luke as he frowned at the way the older man sat flatly on his seat, with almost no cushion there to support him at all. Sure, he was insanely hot in all other aspects and the two of them connected on an emotional level, but Luke couldn’t shut up that superficial aspect of his young adult brain. The odd tingling in his chest intensified, and he reached over and downed the rest of his drink.

“So…” Caleb said, a light blush forming on his handsome face, and he reached up and nervously scratched the back of his neck, the action causing the bottom of his shirt to lift up and offer a sneak peek of his hairy abs, “would you like to come over to my place?”

Luke opened his mouth, but hesitated slightly. That weird tingling in chest grew stronger and stronger by the second, becoming all consuming and making him slightly worried that something was wrong. He ignored that and the awkward knowing wink from the bartender, instead deciding to go with his gut feeling.

“Um,” he began, already feeling like an immense jerk, “I have a really important exam in the morning, so I’m gonna go home. Thanks though.” He hopped out of his seat and placed a sympathetic/condescending hand on Caleb’s broad shoulder, hating himself already for being so shallow and picky. “See you around.” That tingling grew stronger and with so much fervor that it was almost painful, but the second Luke made eye contact with Caleb’s disappointed eyes, it fled, feeling almost as if it had exited it in a flash.

Before anything else happened, Luke quickly exited the bar and flagged down a taxi to take him back to his apartment.

Left alone at the bar, Caleb frowned to himself and sighed, his meaty shoulders rising and falling with power at the simple motion. The stud had come to the bar to blow off steam from work, but was pleasantly surprised to have hit it off so well with the young man. He’d actually felt a real connection and had invited him to his place to just keep the night going so that the two of them could connect some more. If it led to sex, great; if not, that was fine too. He’d actually genuinely liked the other guy, and had apparently struck out for some reason. “That sucked,” he muttered to himself, squirming in his seat again as he began to feel an unknown tingling sensation… in his butt. He huffed and paid his tab, the bartender smiling at him as he left.

“He’ll be back tomorrow night,” she told him.

Caleb just nodded, but couldn’t deny that he felt a little hopeful as he made a mental note to return the next night.

He exited the bar and walked down the sidewalk to his car, that tingling in his butt growing much stronger. The stud just figured that it was due to doing legs at the gym earlier that day. However, that wouldn’t explain why his pants suddenly started to feel a little more snug, especially in the seat.

“What is goin’ on?” Caleb asked himself as he looked over his broad shoulder, his eyes widening at the sight of his pants filled to capacity with his much larger ass.

Caleb had spent most of his gym visits doing chest since it was easier to show that off, and as a strict top, it made him appear more masculine instead of having a bubble butt. However, the stunned hunk was surprised to see that he now possessed a much rounder booty that popped away from his back, filling up his jeans to the point of bursting.

“What the fuck happened?!” Caleb panicked, reaching down and grabbing at his larger butt with both hands, deeply blushing at how each cheek filled up the entirety of his large palms, feeling soft and squishy. His heart sped up even more as the tingling continued and he swore that he could feel his hands steadily pushing away from his body, indicating that he was still growing. 

Caleb took off sprinting down the sidewalk to his car, his new booty jiggling and bouncing wildly behind him. As he ran, he could hear the groaning sounds of his pants struggling to contain his inflating cheeks. His jeans felt uncomfortably tight now, squeezing his cock which was starting to harden the bigger his butt got, further confusing the stud.

RIIIPPP!

The loud noise of fabric shredding and the accompanying rush of cool nighttime air blowing over this cheeks made Caleb stagger. His butt wiggled and bounced a lot more, making the stud moan and nearly blow a load in his tattered jeans. The tingling disappeared.

The addled hunk reached his car and gazed at his warped reflection in his tinted windows, his stomach dropping at what he saw. The muscleman now looked like he did legs way more than chest as his previously small butt had ballooned to what looked like beachballs strapped to the man’s back. They protruded away from his lower back at a near ninety degree angle and were so round and seemed to be in perpetual motion with every movement the hunk made. His trim waist seemed to pinch inwards even more before exploding outwards to form the massive cheeks. 

“What the fuck happened to me?!” Caleb panicked, reaching back and grabbing at his massive ass. “OOhhhhh!” The low moan he bellowed out alerted him to the extreme new sensitivity of his rotund booty, making his heart race in his muscled chest even more.

Taking one more hesitant look in the window, Caleb sighed and opened up the door. He had no idea what he could do or how he could possibly explain that his ass had magically tripled in size. He got into his car, wincing at the weird sensation of his inflated cheeks squishing as he sat down. Their girth keep him sitting a lot higher than usual, and the now bottom-heavy hunk cursed to himself as he readjusted his seat so that he could see while he drove.

The whole drive to his home, Caleb’s cock felt rock hard as the vibrations from his car’s powerful engine sent ripples throughout his massive ass. Every so often, the hunk was embarrassed to find himself squirming in his seat and flexing his cheeks, unable to hold back the low moans from escaping his mouth.

He reached his house and parked in the garage, thankful that none of his neighbors would be able to see him with such an inflated, massive bubble butt protruding out the back of his ripped jeans, making him look like a caricature wearing assless chaps. 

Caleb rushed inside and immediately stomped to his bedroom to assess the damage in his floor length mirror. 

It was worse than he thought. Turning to the side, Caleb nearly passed out as he stared at his reflection which showed off a muscled hunk with an ass which would’ve even been too big for a powerlifter. The cheeks were rotund and looked as if the man had attached a pair of basketballs to himself.

“H-how is this possible?” he wondered aloud, shifting his feet nervously, wincing at how even that slight motion caused his inflated cheeks to bounce tantalizingly. The altered hunk tore away the rest of his ruined jeans along with his polo and tried (and failed) to find something in his closet that would fit over this inflated rear. The poor hunk only groaned and hissed with annoyance as every single pair of pants either refused to travel up his widened thighs or ripped to shreds over his meaty butt.

Worse was that Caleb was painfully hard, his cock bobbing in front of him the entire time, looking small when compared to his widened thighs. The changed hunk knew deep down that this was no time to pleasure himself, but the bouncing sensations from his inflated butt kept making his cock throb with want and he was unable to do anything expect rush over to his nightstand for some lotion that he kept in the drawer.

Caleb grabbed a tight hold of his hard cock and began to jerk off, turned on by the way his cheeks felt when he sat down on his bed, causing him to rock back and forth on their extreme roundness. Despite knowing how worried and freaked out he should be, Caleb’s mind was fogged over with an all consuming horniness that was impossible to ignore. He continued to play with his cock, but was slowly starting to realize that something was off.

He scowled as he picked up speed, tightening his grip on his cock, the stroking motions feeling tepid at best. He even reached dp with a free hand and tugged on an erect nipple. It felt good, sure, but the frustrated Caleb felt far from release.

“Damn it,” he growled through clenched teeth. He was so painfully turned on and further frustrated that he couldn’t seem to get off. No matter how much he jerked off or played with his muscletits, Caleb was nowhere near climax. The frustrated hunk was almost at a loss when he remembered the vibrator that he kept in his closet, reserved only for the bottoms he’d bring home some nights.

Despite himself, at the initial thought of the vibrator, his cock throbbed and began to leak precum. In his lustful frenzy, Caleb lurched off the bed and waddled over to the closet, snatching the vibrator out of its place and lubing it up.

His heart raced as he turned on the small machine, and his hole seemed to throb with anticipation. The bottom-heavy hunk took a deep breath and reached around him, struggling a bit with his impressive biceps and lats constantly pushing against one another.

“OOOHHHHOohhhhh!” Caleb shrieked with pleasure as soon as the vibrator entered his virgin hole. The hunk had never been penetrated before in his life, but the sensation of being stuffed coupled with the vibrations of the sex toy made him see stars. His hole was bringing nothing but the upmost pleasure and Caleb sat back down onto his bed and wiggled his hips wildly, working the vibrator deeper into himself. Normally during sex, the hunk would let out a grunt or two, but now he was unable to keep his mouth shut, helplessly moaning out loud like the power bottom slut he was turning into. Never before had Caleb felt pleasure like this before, none of the times he’d topped another guy nor any of the times he’d played with himself— everything else paled in comparison to the amazing sensations his inflated ass was bringing him. 

“Fuuckkk!” Caleb bellowed as he finally came, shooting the largest load of his life which landed all over the hair on his chiseled pecs. The muscled mounds heaved as he caught his breath, slowly standing up and feeling the vibrator falling from his hole, followed immediately by an unsettling feeling of emptiness.

Caleb ran a hand through his hair as he stared into the mirror some more at his warped reflection, wondering how he was going to make it through his daily life with an inflated, sensitive bubble butt. However, his thoughts quickly traveled to the cute guy he’d talked to at the bar and he imagined the small guy fucking his tight hole, and his cock rocketed to life instantly.

“This is new,” Caleb half-heartedly chuckled as he grabbed the vibrator and lubed it back up for round two, making a mental note to return to the bar the next day before shoving it back in his massive ass, moaning loudly as he did so.

“I just need some space so I can think,” Stiles muttered, offering a small, sad smile. “I just wish that you were less reserved with us.” He turned and walked away, leaving Derek behind.

The werewolf sighed and shook his head, pinching the skin above his nose in irritation. He’d just had a fight with his boyfriend, Stiles, because it was their anniversary and Stiles was mad that Derek hadn’t been more “Involved”… whatever that means. Derek was more on the reserved side and he absolutely despised PDA, especially since he was supposed to be a tough alpha werewolf. He didn’t want to hurt Stiles’s feelings, but he knew that rival packs would look down on an alpha acting all lovey-dovey with another man. He had to protect his tough guy image if he wanted to protect his territory.

He’d tried explaining that to his boyfriend when he’d refused to hold Stile’s hand as they walked along the Pier, only causing an argument.

“Man, that was painful,” he heard another man’s voice from behind him.

Derek turned around to glare at a pale, skinny guy who reeked of the sickly aroma of magic, making him bare his teeth at him. “What do you want?” he growled.

The guy held his hands up in front of himself in mock defense. “I’m just a friend,” he playfully pouted.

Derek sniffed at the air and growled again at the sugary stench that wafted off the smaller guy. “You’re a trickster,” he spat, puffing out his muscled chest and stalking closer threateningly. “Now get the fuck out of my territory before I end you.” He leaned in closer, baring his elongating fangs to intimidate the trickster.

The tricker shrugged his thin shoulders. “Fine,” he nonchalantly muttered with a flick of his wrist as he turned around. “But just know that I came with a peace offering, but forget it. Enjoy knowing that you lost Stiles forever.”

The werewolf stiffened and fought the whimper that threatened to escape his lips. No matter how tough he had to look, Derek wanted Stiles by his side as his mate, and he knew that he had to work hard to win him back. He would never admit it to him out of fear of looking like a sap, but Stiles was his world.

“Wait!” Derek called out, rushing forward and placing a hand on the slender trickster’s shoulder. “Help me, how?”

The trickster smirked, sending a shiver down Derek’s spine. “Follow me,” he whispered, leading the werewolf into the mens’ bathroom, which was empty. Once they were out of sight of the other pier patrons, the trickster dug through his backpack and pulled out a hot pink tank top.

“What’s this?” Derek asked as he examined the offered fabric.

“It’s a tank top,” the trickster answered matter-of-factly. “It will help you reconcile with your need to over-exaggerate your masculinity and win Stiles back.”

“How?” Derek asked, looking over the tank top. He even sniffed it, wincing at the cotton candy scent that wafted off it in waves.

“You don’t think wearing hot pink in public will help with your overcompensation?”

That did make sense. “Alright,” Derek muttered as he peeled out of his black t-shirt and leather jacket.

The muscled up alpha werewolf squeezed his massive bulk into the tight-fitting fabric that was skintight, making it look as if he’d simply spray painted his torso the bubblegum color instead of wearing a top. The hunk fought the grimace that threatened to appear on his gruff face as he stared at his reflection in one of the bathroom mirrors. From top to bottom, the hot pink shirt was plastered on Derek’s bulk. His massive pecs practically spilled out over the top swoop, only the bottom third of them being covered by the bright neon fabric. Derek cringed when he could easily make out the faint outline of his nipples thanks to the thinness of the tank top. The straps were so thin that they practically disappeared within his looming traps and round shoulders. Even the bottom of the bright tank top was skintight, wrapping around his waist in a constricting manner that showcased his chiseled abs. When he raised his powerful arms, the bottom pulled upwards and stopped above his navel, looking like a cut off, making the macho man blush.

The smooth fabric of the tank top sent a tingling sensation across Derek’s skin, and the werewolf’s senses were assaulted with the sugary stench.

“There you go!” the trickster clapped, a wide smile on his face. “Now you can go win back your boyfriend.”

Derek didn’t quite understand the plan. Sure, wearing pink was stereotypically less masculine, but he doubted that would be enough to get Stiles back. Putting a hand on his hip, he looked over his reflection in the mirror. 

“Like, how is this even supposed to help me win back my man?” he asked, his voice taking on a higher octave while also having a new feminine inflection on his words. The werewolf’s eyes widened at the words that left his mouth and he slapped his hand over her his lips.

“It works!” the trickster cheered.

Derek knew that it wasn’t possible. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Like, testing…” he trailed off as his heart fell at the overly gay sounds he uttered. “Like, what did you even do to me?!” He wanted to lean threateningly towards the trickster, but instead he twittered his hands in a fret and stomped his feet, making his bulky muscles shake with the movement.

“The tank top eliminated all of your masculinity,” the trickster explained. “Oh, and the best part is that only Stiles can take it off. Bye!” He snapped his fingers and seemingly evaporated into thin air.

Derek’s stomach fell as he grasped the full weight of the situation. “Oh em gee! I hafta find Stiles, like, right now!” he chirped, wincing at the words that left his mouth. He rushed towards the bathroom door, wailing when he walked with his arms tucked at his sides and his pecs pushed outwards. With every mincing step he took, he waved his bubblebutt from side to side, seemingly advertising it.

He burst through the door, his face feeling red hot when the large crowd of people at the pier stopped to look at the alpha werewolf in the hot pink tank top.

The old Derek would’ve growled at them and yelled at them to fuck off, but the tank top forced him to giggle nervously. “Like, why is everyone staring at my sexy body?” he playfully whined, feeling himself bounce both of his large pecs tantalizingly. He could hear and feel everything he did, he just didn’t have any control.

He slapped his hand over his mouth and shuffled his feet down the pier in the direction Stiles had left. As he walked, he felt an odd tightness in his jeans and it wasn’t long until he heard a loud RRIIIPPPPPP!

The werewolf froze and looked over his shoulder, screaming as he looked at the massive bubblebutt that had torn its way through the back of his jeans, the inflated globes on full display for the entire pier to see.

He tried to shield his massive ass from view with his hands, but it was so big that the attempt was futile. “Like, what is even happening to me?!” he panicked.

Derek felt an odd weight on his chest and the werewolf nearly passed out when he looked down to see his pecs starting to slowly inflate like balloons. The muscle mounds packed on more meat, rounding and jutting out from his torso. His nipples grew larger and sprang out of the tank top, hardening as the ocean breeze blew over them.

“Oh no! My muscletits!” he cried, grabbing at them in horror, not even caring how he’d just referred to them. He had no idea that the tank top was going to change his body, taking his previously masculine muscles and warping him into some curvy-looking himbo.

He hurried down the pier, bristling at the feeling of his asscheeks and pecs bouncing with every step he took. Despite himself, the sensations of his larger additions sent ripples of pleasure throughout his body, and he felt as if he were rock hard. For some reason though, the trickster must’ve made it so that no one around thought that a man running around the pier with his inflated ass hanging out for all to see was indecent.

Finally, Derek saw that familiar red jacket and his heart fluttered in his chest… and his cock painfully throbbed.

“Babe!” he yelled out, blushing since he never referred to Stiles as anything but his name. He picked up speed and and hurried to his boyfriend, placing a tender hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

Stiles turned around, his expression going from confusion to complete shock at the sight of the warped alpha werewolf. “Derek?” he gasped. “What happened to you? Y-you look like a…”

“Like a slutty himbo,” Derek finished for him, wincing at his words, but brushing it off. “Look, Babe, I like totally ran into this trickster who gave me this cute little tank top, and it made me all sooooooo gay. And it made my ass and muscletits grow.”

“That’s not all it did,” Stiles muttered, gesturing down at the werewolf’s crotch.

Derek looked down and felt feint at the barely present lump in the front of his jeans. Although he was as hard as ever, due to being the presence of his hot boyfriend, there was barely any sort of bulge in his pants. Not caring who saw, the werewolf unbuttoned his jeans and peeked into his boxers, staring at the three inch tiny cock that he possessed.

“Like, that’s totally unfair!” he whined, stomping his foot in frustration, making his bubblebutt bounce like crazy.

“Why would you do this?” Stiles wondered aloud.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Like, I didn’t do it on purpose, Babe!” he explained, moving his hands a lot as he spoke. “The trickster told me it would help me win you back! I had to stop acting like some macho douche so that I could get your sexy ass back.”

Stiles jerked back. “Wait, you did this for me?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes!” Derek huffed, stomping his foot again. “Like, Babe, I’m totally in love with you!” He leaned forward and wrapped the smaller man in his arms, shoving him against his muscletits. It felt so good to have Stiles in his arms and his breath against his inflated pecs only turned Derek on even more, and he unconsciously wiggled his hips, grinding his little nub against his boyfriend. It didn’t take long before the werewolf tensed up and shrieked out, “Oohhhh!” An embarrassingly small amount of cum squirted out, and Derek blushed both at cumming in public and at the realization that his stamina had been reduced to mere seconds.

“I love you too,” Stiles admitted, and Derek felt his nub start to throb all over again.

“Well, Babe, you gotta like, take this cute tank top off me,” he chirped. “It’s like the only way to get back to my boring body.”

Stiles nodded and grabbed the bottom of the hot pink tank top, yanking it off from the horny, himbo, ditzy werewolf.

As soon as he he felt the ocean breeze across his chest, Derek let out a sigh of relief.

Stiles just stared at him, his jaw hanging low and his eyes wide.

“What?” Derek asked, confused, his voice still high. He looked down at himself and wailed out in frustration.

His pecs were still inflated, capped with the larger and perpetually erect nipples. His bubblebutt was the size of two basketball strapped to his back and they formed a near right angle from his back. Worse was that his cock was still a tiny nub, and when he grabbed at it in disbelief, he shuddered and came, his stamina still small.

Derek grabbed at his hair in frustration. “Like, how am I even gonna make it looking like this?” he gestured down at his caricature of a body, paling at the thought of having to spend the rest of his days with inflated pecs and ass and a shrunken cock. His new ditzy behavior only made things worse, and the alpha shuddered at the thought of rival packs coming to his territory and him not being able to scare them away.

Stiles placed a hand on his broad shoulder, and Derek frowned as his three incher throbbed with want, invisible from his sight due to his inflated pecs. “If it’s any consolation,” Stiles offered, “I still think you’re really hot. And maybe I could try being the top.”

Derek stifled a moan, so incredibly turned on at the thought of his boyfriend fucking his giant butt. His unconsciously flexed his cheeks and grabbed a tight hold of Stiles’s hand. “Okay,” he sighed, “let’s go home then, Babe.”

Stiles smirked, keeping the pink tank top in his other hand. “And maybe you can wear this while we do it?” he asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

Derek tried to force a scowl on his face, but he couldn’t do it. Instead he playfully bounced his muscletits for Stiles, feeling the muscle mounds bounce a lot more than they used to. “Maaaaaybe,” he teased, his nub already oozing at the thought.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 12: Bunny Boi

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“You’ve got to be shittin’ me,” Derek growled as he looked over the ridiculous outfit that was in the bag.

Derek had lost a bet with a fellow alpha, and as punishment, he would have to wear an incredibly embarrassing outfit for the day.

Derek grimaced at the lacy corset that had matching garters, and a cringey set of bunny ears to top everything off.

There was a loud knock on the other side of the bathroom door. “You better move it, Hale,” laughed Nate, the other alpha who was apparently a total freak.

“Son of a bitch,” Derek spat, taking off his leather jacket and jeans so that he could put on the stupid bunny outfit. The alpha werewolf slid on the panties first, rolling his eyes at how small they were. His cock was so big that it filled the tiny pouch to bursting, yanking the tops of the underwear downward to show off his trimmed bush and the base of his dick. Clenching his jaw, Derek pulled on the corset, which was at least two sizes too small for his muscular body. It was nearly impossible to close it shut around his thick waist, and his pecs completely spilled out over the top, his nipples poking out noticeably. It was so tight, in fact, that Derek felt as if his midsection was being squeezed so tightly that it shoved his pecs outwards even more. He put on the lace garters, feeling ridiculous the whole time.

When he was finally all dressed up in his humiliating outfit, Derek begrudgingly opened up the door, revealing a smirking Nate.

“Lookin’ good, Hale,” Nate whistled, making a show of eying the alpha up and down. “Oh, but wait! You forgot something.” He reached over and snatched the bunny ears off the sink before plopping them on top of Derek’s head.

“Gee, thanks,” Derek muttered under this breath, the headband attached to the bunny ears giving him a little headache.

“Well, c’mon, I’ll show you what chores you can do, and then we can call everything even,” Nate boasted as he stomped down the hallway, his broad back swaying with every powerful step he took.

Derek blushed as he took a step in his stupid outfit. His muscles squirmed against the tight fabric, making him have to almost arch his back in order to get semi-comfortable. The action only led to his large pecs being thrusted forward, his nipples resting atop the lacy corset, constantly rubbing against the soft fabric. The way the straps from the corset attached to the garters around his thighs made his steps resemble more of a mincing movement, soft and delicate.

Nate led Derek to a messy bedroom that completely matched Nate’s frat boy attitude. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, the bed was a total pigsty, and there were pizza boxes and empty beer bottles scattered all over the cluttered floor.

“Go ahead and start with my room,” Nate laughed.

“What a fuckin’ mess— Oh!” Derek squeaked when Nate gave his butt a playful smack. His cheeks bounced from the motion, and Derek’s face grew red.

Worse was that his cock twitched for some reason, almost thrusting out of the confines of his small panties.

“Fuck off,” Derek barked, stomping angrily into the messy bedroom, trying to shield his hardening member from the other man.

He snatched a trash bag out of the pile of cleaning supplies, starting to toss a bunch of the garbage into it. As he moved around, Derek’s nipples get rubbing up against the lace of the corset. It must’ve been due to the softness of the outfit, but it seemed as if Derek’s nipples were hardwired directly to his throbbing cock.

The alpha bit down on his bottom lip, trying desperately to resist the electrifying feelings that rippled through him as the corset stimulated his sensitive nips.

“This is so fuckin’ stupid,” Derek growled, tugging the collar of the corset downward to give his nipples some relief. However, once he let go and it snapped back into place, he had to bite back a moan as it started rubbing up against them some more.

As he continued to mince around the bedroom cleaning, Derek’s hard cock kept throbbing with want inside the tight confines of his panties. The cotton was stretched to the limit, and every so often Derek would give in and rub his aching bulge with one hand while using his other to thumb one of his nips.

Derek started to toss the other alpha’s clothes into the hamper. He flitted about the room, hard nipples and harder cock, bending down and grabbing fistfuls of Nate’s clothes. His musky scent clung to every fabric, that manly musk permeating Derek’s senses.

Derek grabbed a jockstrap off the ground, seeing that it was a size XL.

“Ooh, big boy,” he cooed, before flinching and slapping a hand over his mouth. “Why’d I just say that?”

His perky nipples still burned and his cock throbbed like crazy, at full mast. Still, it hadn’t burst through the small panties, and Derek couldn’t help but reach down again to feel himself up. His hand ran over his rock hard cock, freezing as his fingers grazed his bulge.

“I-is it smaller?” Derek gasped, looking over his pecs to the bulge in front of his humiliating panties. Sure enough, the lump in front of his meaty thighs wasn’t as prominent as it had been moments before, looking tight and compact.

Derek quickly tugged the panties downward, paling at the sight of the four inch cocklet poking out of his trimmed bush. With a shaky hand, Derek reached down at his shrunken member, wrapping his fingers around it.

“Oooh,” he moaned, unable to keep his lips shut at the surge of pleasure that rippled through him. Despite the panic that was coursing through his veins, the werewolf couldn’t help but fondle his tiny cock that made him feel even more ridiculous with his massive muscles in such a girly costume. He knew that he should be panicking even more, to tear the apparently cursed outfit off, but his frazzled mind was so clouded over with lust that it was difficult to think about anything else.

“Did I say that you could play with yourself?” Nate’s deep voice bellowed.

Derek jerked back and blushed as the other man stared him down. 

Nate smirked as he crossed his beefy arms over his large chest. Derek hadn’t noticed before, but Nate had large muscles that were so big and manly. His pecs stretched his t-shirt to bursting, and his biceps curled out the tight sleeves. His bulge in the front of his jeans was much, much larger than Derek’s diminished one. And manly musk radiated off of Nate in waves, making Derek’s mouth water.

“No, Sir,” Derek answered promptly, his voice light and almost airy. Instantly, he dropped his muscled arms to his side, his tiny cock throbbing as it stood at attention in front of him. The more Derek stared at the other alpha, the more his small cock throbbed and his perky nipples burned with want. His unknown desire was starting to creep up to higher levels, and he couldn’t help but shift his feet under Nate’s gaze, rubbing his thighs together in anticipation.

Nate gave a tsking motion with his finger. “Well, finish up then, Bunny,” he ordered. “Then I’ll let you play with your tiny nub.” He walked away.

“Yes, Sir!” Derek excitedly said, picking up his pace as he minced around the room, his pert little cock bouncing in front of him as he moved. 

He didn’t know why his heart raced at the thought of being ordered around by such an alpha like Nate. The frat boy was stacked with such manly muscles, and some of his chest hair curled over the collar of his t-shirt— a stark contrast to Derek’s smooth muscletits that bounced with every step he took. His little nub leaked precum the whole time he finished cleaning. Once he was done, Derek eagerly rushed over to Nate to deliver the good news.

“All done, Sir!” Derek reported, smiling widely at the alpha.

Nate looked away from the TV. He’d taken off his shirt, resting his arms behind his head, letting his musky, hairy pits air out in the open. “Good job, Bunny,” he grinned at Derek. “Why don’t you take your uniform off? Don’t wanna mess it up while you service your alpha.”

“Yes, Sir!” Derek happily gushed, practically ripping his panties and corset off. He paused for a moment as he looked over himself. His tiny, three inch cock was as hard as ever, yet it seemed so small and utterly tiny— especially in comparison to the large eight inches that Alpha Nate had. And even though his corset was off, Derek’s pecs were still pushed upwards and out, looking slightly larger and more bulbous than they should’ve. His nipples were hard and nubby, sticking off his muscletits like little erasures. Something was wrong, this wasn’t how Derek should’ve looked… was it? He didn’t know why a tiny voice in the back of his head shouted that he was supposed to be a manly alpha like Nate, not some sub bunny boy.

Nate unzipped his pants and fished his own cock out, letting his large member bob in the air. “You gonna stand there or are you gonna take care of this?” he bellowed.

Derek quickly squashed the voice in the back of his head and hurried forward, his muscletits bouncing with every minced step he took. Dropping to his knees, Derek leaned forward and hungrily took the entirety of Nate’s cock into his mouth, sucking it like a pro. 

“That’s a good bunny,” Nate teased, toying with the bunny ears that were atop Derek’s bobbing head.

“Mmmm!” Derek loudly moaned, his little nub spurting tiny droplets of cum as he sucked off his alpha, loving his role as his muscled up bunny boy.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 17: Nippleslüt

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Alpha Derek Hale was taking a shower, a little irritated that he was rock hard and his husband was working the nightshift. Normally whenever Derek got a little frisky, he was all too happy to rush over to Stiles and go to town. However, he was a little miffed that he was all cocked and loaded, yet he was stuck all by himself with just his hand.

“Damn it,” Derek growled as he pumped away at his throbbing cock, even using some of Stiles’s shampoo to help do the trick.

Still, jerking off just failed in comparison to actually fucking. 

Derek was about to just give up and turn the water to ice cold when he spotted an unknown blue vial in the shower. Picking it up, he eyed it and read out the chicken scratch writing on the label that read out Liquid Lust. 

“‘Liquid Lust’?” Derek scoffed, rolling his eyes at his husband’s antics. Stiles had been practicing potions with Deaton, and every so often, Derek would find remnants of his experiments around the house.

Still, wanting to encourage his lover’s endeavors, Derek opened the vial and sniffed at the concoction. It reeked of musk, making the alpha gag and flinch.

Unfortunately, Derek’s jerky movements caused him to lose grip of the tiny vial in the shower, leading it to falling out of his grasp.

“Fuck!” Derek huffed as the smelly liquid fell out of the bottle and landed all over his hairy chest. It splattered across his pectorals, seemingly absorbing straight into his skin. The musky aroma clinging to Derek like it was emanating from him directly.

Immediately, Derek felt his nipples go hard. The little nips perked up before actually stretching out and elongating, inflating until they were large and nubby, looking like a pair of thumbs attached to his chest.

“What the hell?” Derek gasped as he looked down at his altered nipples. He tentatively reached up with one of his hands to prod at them. “What kind of potion is this— OOoohhhh!”

Merely grazing his fingers against his enlarged nipples sent a ripple of pleasure throughout Derek, his voice breaking out into a moan as his knees buckled. His cock throbbed even more, leaking precum. It was like a surge of pleasure never felt before. No amount of sex or jerking off had ever felt nearly as good as just touching his nipple just had.

“Wha-what the fuck is going on?” Derek panted, his meaty, hairy pecs heaving up and down as he struggled to catch his breath. His nipples seemed to burn with want, their own hardness competing with his cock’s, demanding attention from the alpha.

Almost unable to control himself, Derek reached up with both hands, running his thumbs over his hard nubs.

“Uuugghhh!” he squealed, his head rolling back as he toyed with his chest. The pleasure was mind-numbing, and Derek was helpless to do anything besides rub his nipples.

This soon turned to him grabbing a strong hold of both of them with his hands, lightly tugging on his huge nipples. It felt as if Derek had two cocks on his chest, his ignored dick bobbing uselessly between his meaty thighs as he pinched his big nips.

“Oohh fuuuck,” Derek bellowed out, the normally silent guy unable to stop moaning loudly, his deep voice echoing throughout the bathroom. “Holy shit, that feels so good— UUGHHH!”

Derek nearly shrieked as he came, his cock erupting and spewing out globs of cum that splattered against the linoleum in the shower. Basking in the post-orgasmic bliss, the werewolf felt as if he’d just shot the largest load of his life. He couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief as he tried to catch his breath.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, rinsing away his cum off the walls. His nipples remained perky and hard, and after masturbating by tugging on them once more, Derek finished his shower and toweled off.

He wiped the steam away from the mirror and frowned when he saw that his nipples were still huge and hard. They poked noticeably off his chest, looking ridiculous on his muscular, alpha male frame.

“Um, maybe this’ll wear off in the morning?” he guessed as he glanced at the vial of the liquid lust, finding no other information about it on the bottle. 

Derek stumbled over to his bedroom, biting down on his lower lip at the shiver that traveled down his spine as the cool air from the A/C blew over his hairy chest, caressing his hard nipples. Just that light sensation was enough to make his cock begin to stir back to life, but he tried to ignore it.

He walked over to his shirt to try to cover his chest, but that proved to be another problem.

“Uuughh!” Derek moaned out again as soon as he tugged his shirt on. His nipples poked against the fabric like crazy, and just the cotton running over the nubs was enough to cause his cock to go erect and shoot out cum.

Derek had to rip the shirt away off of him, panting as he gained a reprieve for his sensitive chest. “What the fuck’s happening to me?” he gasped, his nipples almost simmering in the air as they begged for his attention some more.

That night Derek barely got any sleep at all. He would try to lie down on his back, but whenever the covers brushed up against his hard nipples, he’d go rock hard and have to tug on his nips to ease his horniness. Whenever he tried to lie on his front, it led to the alpha uncontrollably squirming against the mattress, moaning loudly as he ground his chest against the hard mattress, loving how it felt to rub his nipples against it, but also humiliated over what a huge nippleslut he was turning into.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with these?!” he roared in frustration, looking down at his big nipples. 

When morning came, Derek was slightly relieved to hear the front door opening, meaning that Stiles had come home.

Derek leapt out of the cum-covered bed and raced downstairs to his husband, eager for some answers.

“Hey, Der— what happened to your nipples?” a tired-looking Stiles asked from the entryway once he saw the large nubs attached his husband’s muscled chest.

Derek gestured down at his nubby nipples with a shaky hand. “I accidentally spilt some of that liquid lust potion of yours on them, and now they’re— this! And they’re super sensitive!” he growled, his cock already starting to twitch at the mere thought of playing with his chest again.

Stiles’s eyes widened. “You messed with my potion?” he gasped in shock. “That was just a test. I don’t know if there’s a cure for it.”

Derek paled. “So I’m stuck like this?” he asked, looking down at his hard and sensitive nipples, imagining a life where he’d have to walk around constantly shirtless with his massive nubs on display. They’re so sensitive that he seriously doubted that he’d ever be able to get off again without someone playing with his nipples.

Stiles frowned for a moment before offering a meek smile. “If it helps,” he said, slowly reaching up, “I could play with them, if you’d like?”

He reached up and ran his thumb over one of the nubby nipples, and Derek instantly swooned.

“Ooohhh,” he moaned, his cock going straight to attention. “P-please, play with them some more.” He leaned forward and shoved his chest towards Stiles, looking forward to spending the day having Stiles play with his enlarged nipples, the nubs already tingling with anticipation.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 29: Butt Growth

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Derek collapsed back onto the bed, next to a sweaty Stiles. The both of them panted from their latest romp, Stiles waiting for the sensation in his legs to return after Derek totally drilled into him.

Th alpha werewolf’s libido seemed to be in overdrive, given the proximity of the full moon. Stiles was overjoyed about this fact, eagerly bending over to help his boyfriend release some of his sexual tension. That being said, after being the one to bottom over and over, Stiles was interested in a little change of pace.

“Hey, Der?” he panted, struggling to catch his breath.

“Hmm?” Derek hummed, already feeling himself grow hard at the scent of musk and pure sex permeating their bedroom. He gradually scooted closer to his boyfriend on the mattress, wrapping his large arms around his slender form, rutting his hardening cock against his perky butt.

“Wanna switch positions?” Stiles asked.

Derek paused his rutting and cocked his eyebrow at his boyfriend. “Huh?”

Stiles sat up and shifted himself closer to Derek. “Like, how about I be the top this time?” he suggested, trying to seductively wriggle his brow at the werewolf who only scoffed in response.

“Babe,” Derek snorted, “I’m the alpha, so I’m the top. There’s no way I’m gonna bottom… ever.” Sure Derek loved Stiles and he was well aware that he was in a homosexual relationship (clearly), but he couldn’t help but feel like bottoming was something that only the “girl” in the man x man relationship did. Being an alpha and being the tough guy that he was, Derek wouldn’t be caught dead being the bottom.

Stiles frowned. “A simple ‘No’ would’ve been fine…” he muttered before perking up. “Well, maybe you just need some convincing.” He snapped his fingers, grinning knowingly.

Before Derek could ask what was up, the alpha felt an odd tightness centering at his glutes. It felt as if he’d just finished a rigorous leg day at the gym, feeling his backside burn and ache as if he’d just completed some serious squats.

Derek’s lower back felt as if it were being lifted upwards off the bed, and the werewolf flipped over onto his stomach and looked over his broad shoulder, gasping loudly.

The toned butt that was perfectly proportional with the rest of Derek’s impressive muscles was magically bubbling out from his back. His butt grew in size, pushing out and rounding to form a fuckable bubblebutt that was too large for his body.

“Wh-what’s happening?!” Derek panicked, pressing both of his hands on his growing ass, paling as they felt small compared to his massive cheeks. He could feel his hands being pushed further away as his butt continued to grow in waves, thrusting itself away from his lower back, jiggling wildly with every movement.

Stiles couldn’t hide how turned on he was by watching Derek’s butt grow bigger. “Don’t worry, Der,” he said, loving how out of proportion his boyfriend’s butt looked, “if I did the spell right, it’ll wear off in a few hours.”

“Hours?” Derek repeated, flinching when the tightness finally subsided.

Bolting off the bed, the first thing Derek noticed was that his thighs had packed on a little more meat to account for the extra weight at his bottom. When he took an awkward step forward, Derek blushed as he felt his inflated cheeks bouncing and rolling over each other. He got to the floor length mirror in the bedroom, wincing as he looked at his warped reflection. The rest of his body remained unchanged, making Derek’s enlarged bubblebutt all the more ridiculous. It had to be at least three times its normal size, and it created a near perfect shelf as it jutted out from his lower back. Derek gave his hips a tentative shake, his heart racing as he watched his cheeks ripple and shake from the slightest movement. His butt was so large and out of place that his waist seemed to pinch inwards before ballooning out into his new bubble.

Derek looked away from the mirror for a split second to shoot a pleading look over at Stiles— Stiles was rock hard, and the second Derek’s eyes landed on his cock, he felt something inside of him flip.

Used to feeling a surge of lust and then having his cock rocket to life, Derek still felt himself get hard, but there was also an intense desire that he felt deep within his inflated butt. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but Derek felt desperately empty, and he couldn’t help but clench his enlarged cheeks with want.

His meaty pecs rising and falling as he breathed heavily, Derek couldn’t help but run towards the bed, ignoring the bouncing weight at his back. He threw himself onto the bed and perched up on all fours, shoving his inflated ass towards Stiles.

“Pl-please?” Derek begged, wiggling his hips teasingly and making his butt jiggle.

Stiles couldn’t help but smirk. “‘Please’ what?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

The need was overwhelming, like there was deep, intense itch inside of him that needed satisfying. Derek gritted his teeth and pushed his giant butt closer to Stiles, grabbing his cheeks and pulling them apart to flash his tight hole. “Please fuck me!” he begged.

Stiles crawled forward and grabbed a hold of Derek’s waist, right at the crest of his overblown mounds. As he worked himself inside of Derek, he loved the way Derek tensed up.

“Oooohhhh fuuuuck,” Derek moaned as he pressed his forehead against the hard mattress as he was stuffed full. Automatically, Derek started to buck and roll his hips in tune to Stiles’s thrusts. 

As Derek was heatedly fucked, he couldn’t help but marvel at how intense the pleasure that surged throughout his altered body was. His cheeks bounced and rippled, adding to his orgasmic bliss. He could still see himself in the bedroom mirror, noting that he looked ridiculous with his large muscles and even larger ass, getting fucked silly by his much smaller boyfriend. His jaw was slack as he moaned like a slut, and his useless, untouched cock bobbed between his thighs, drooling precum.

Despite his previous disdain with bottoming, Derek felt himself craving the sensation of being filled with his boyfriend’s cock. His enormous ass wasn’t something to be embarrassed by, but it was a gateway to the ultimate pleasure.

By the time Stiles tensed up and came, filling Derek up with his load, Derek had already came about twice. He unconsciously flexed his cheeks as his boyfriend came, desperately milking him to get more of that sensation of being full.

“Holy fuck,” Derek panted, his chest slick with sweat. “We have to do that again!”

[2 Weeks Later]

True to Stiles’s word, the spell had worn off after a few hours, and Derek’s butt had deflated back to its normal size. Still, the werewolf loved to top his human boyfriend, and would mount him on the daily. However, there were now times when Derek would playfully walk up to his boyfriend and press his toned butt against him.

“I think it could use some more size, what do you think?” he’d coyly ask, biting down on his lower lip in anticipation as Stiles would snap his fingers, and Derek would feel his pants grow tighter…

I think my roommate is hot af, but he's a straight jock bro. Can you help me turn him into a power bottom with a big butt?

You and your roommate, Evan, were waiting in the hot tub for your dates to finish getting ready inside. Two guys in a hot tub... yeah, only it didn't go that way, much to your dismay.

Although you had a date inside, you lusted heavily for your roommate next to you. Evan was a great guy, a nice roommate, easy to live with, and he was incredibly attractive. An avid athlete, he had an impressive muscular build, which was clad in tight, blue swim trunks.

However, Evan was straight, and you were strictly a top. Therefore, you weren't compatible, unfortunately. But you still longed for the straight stud.

And your date could tell, as he noticed that your eyes kept traveling to your roommate all night. Therefore, as he stepped out of the hot tub to "freshen up", he muttered a little incantation under his breath-- a nice surprise for you.

"When they get back," Evan told you, running through his game plan, "I need you to bring up the fact that I used to wrestle in college..." The handsome stud winced, his voice trailing off as he felt something off.

"Everything good?" you asked him, noting how Evan's handsome face paled.

"Y-yeah," he muttered, wiggling around in his seat.

Your eyes widened when he saw that he was rock hard for some reason, his impressive seven inches tenting out his trunks noticeably. Evan blushed furiously, his heart starting to race in his muscled chest, confused as to why he was hard in a hot tub with another man.

Then the changes started.

You noticed that the legs of his swim trunks slowly began to pull upwards, getting shorter and shorter by the second. The material suctioned to his body until it morphed into a skimpy pair of speedos. It was so small that the front pouch barely contained his hard cock and balls, and the back was fully engulfed by his cheeks.

"What the fuck?!" Evan balked as he stood up in shock, grabbing at his new speedo in shock. "What the fuck am I wearing?"

You were just as confused, but you also couldn't help but think that Evan looked really hot in such a slutty speedo. But then you noticed his firm butt shudder as it began to push out from his back.

Evan gasped loudly as his butt inflated, growing rounder and much more bigger than it should've been. The cheeks nearly tripled in size as they ballooned outwards, jiggling wildly from every subtle movement. Whereas Evan had looked perfectly proportional with his sexy muscles, he now was incredibly bottom heavy with such a big bubble butt that jutted out from his lower back, nearly forming a perfect shelf.

Before the stud could panic over his big butt, his large bulge shuddered before beginning to dwindle in size.

You watched as the pouch of your roommate's new speedos grew smaller and smaller, until it began to look loose and baggy.

"What the fuck happened to me?!" Evan cried as he tore his new speedo away from him, his meaty new cheeks jiggling as they were freed. He looked like he had two basketballs attached to his lower back. His own eyes went wide as saw his now two inch microdick.

Despite yourself, you couldn't help but feel so turned on by looking at your altered roommate. Sure Evan was hot before, but he was even more attractive with his big butt and tiny dick: the perfect bottom.

Immediately, your own cock hardened.

Evan's panicked eyes darted over to you and he intended to plea for help, but after noticing your six-and-a-half inches tenting your trunks, his little nub throbbed and he feel a foreign desire deep within his massive booty. His eyebrows scrunched together as he wrestled with his newfound lust, his little cock leaking a small bead of precum as he stared at your much larger cock.

"Do you want this?" you teased, gesturing down at your tented trunks.

Evan gulped, wordlessly nodding as he eagerly fished your cock out and impaled himself onto it.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Evan immediately took over, somehow aware of how to expertly wiggle his hips and clench his cheeks to milk your cock. As he fucked himself on your cock, his meaty pecs bounced with his thrusts. The whole time, he moaned loudly like the buttslut he now was. The two of you locked eyes, having enough wherewithal to know that something had definitely happened, but not able to bring yourselves to even want to try to fix it.

You placed your hands on his hips, stopping his movements as you came, unleashing your load deep inside of your roommate. Evan's tiny, untouched cock spurted out an embarrassingly small amount of cum. The formerly straight stud blushed when it softened and receded even more into his bush, looking like a barely visible nub.

"Don't worry about that tiny thing," you reassured him. "You're big where it matters."

To emphasize your point, you playfully gave his rotund booty a little smack, loving how Evan shuddered at the contact.

Follado por mi mismo

Mi nombre es Brandon siempre fui el chico que toda mujer y hasta hombres se derriten por él, lo tengo todo practicamente, buen físico y tengo buenas calificaciones. Pero todo eso cambió un día.

Me encontraba en mi entrenamiento de fútbol diario de mi escuela, cuando ya acabó me fui a cambiar a los camarines. Fue extraño ya que allí se encontraba Alan, un chico que se habia revelado gay hace unos años y todos mis amigos y otros chicos lo molestan por ello. Este se me acercó algo nervioso y dijo:

"E-Eh, Brandom quiero decirte algo que siento desde hace mucho tiempo. La verdad es que me gustas demasiado, probablemente no sientas no mismo que yo pero queria dacar este peso fuera de mí." Éste se me acerca y me besa, quedé en shock y al reaccionar lo empujo contra los casilleros del camarin. "¡Estas loco! Eres repugnante." Dije mientras escupia en el suelo. "Yo nunca estaría con alguien como tú, marica. Eres un flacucho enano, y mirame mi cuerpo está esculpido por los mismísimos dioses y mira mi hermoso rostro." Al decir eso, el salio corriendo mientras lagrimas salían tras sus ojos.

Cuando llegó el dia siguiente me sentía diferente, extraño. Como si mi cuerpo se hubiera desinflado, ya no tenía mis grandes musculos, mi pene ya no era tan grande antes me medía alrededor de unos 20 cm, ahora no debe medir mas de 8 cm. Me toco el trasero y se siente con más grosor. Me acerco al espejo que se encontraba a una esquina en mi habitación, al verme me quede impactado, lo que veía no era a mí y mi hermoso cuerpo, ¡En el se reflejaba Alan, el chico gay de mi escuela!

Me quedé unos minutos en mi cama pensando en que iba hacer, no puedo quedarme en el cuerpo de Alan. ¡Seré molestado por años porqué creerán que soy él! Volví a mirarme en el espejo, la verdad es que tiene un buen trasero para ser follado y su rostro es algo tierno, sus labios gruesos, ojos brillantes y piel suave, esto hizo que mi pene se erectara, algo extraño.

Luego un sonido raro me interrumpió alguien entro a mi habitación alguien muy familiar ¡Era yo! Estaba sin camisa y solo en boxers.

Se me acercó y me abrazo agarrandome el trasero.

"¿Ya estas disfrutando tu pequeño cuerpo?" Me dijo seductoramente. "¿Alan eres tú? ¡Devuelveme mi cuerpo ahora!" Dije furioso y temblando al ver a Alan en mi propio cuerpo. "Eso será imposible, ya que no quiero dejar este hermoso cuerpo." Luego de decir aquellas palabras él me empuja hacia la cama, colocándose encima mío y comienza a besarme el cuello, mientras nuestros penes en nuestros boxers chocan entre si, esto me causa demasiado placer no se porqué, ¡Yo soy hetero! O al menos lo era en mi cuerpo...

Él me comienza a bajar los boxers, intento resistirme pero él es demasiado fuerte. Al bajarlos saca su gran pene y lentamente comienza a meterlo en mi culo, en el culo de Alan. Me excite demasiado que inmediatamente eyacule mientras gemía, creo que ser cogido no es tan malo como creía.

"¡Ooooh mierda sí, sigue Alan!" dije mientras seguia gimiendo. "Dime Brandon." Dijo mientras me daba nalgadas en el culo. "¡Ooooh si, Brandon!", no sé qué es lo que estoy diciendo creo que mi mente se esta mezclando con la de él, y me estoy volviendo gay, ¡No es posible!. De pronto, él se corre dentro de mí, "¡Oooh si!" Dije gimiendo.

Luego de tener sexo, ambos nos dormimos mientras él me abrazaba, me sentía cómodo en sus grandes brazos. Que bien que Brandon allá aceptado ser mi novio, sin él no soy nada.

Fucked by myself

My name is Brandon I was always the guy that all women and even men melt for him, I have everything practically, good physique and I have good grades. But all that changed one day.

I was in my daily soccer training at my school, when it was over I went to change the dressing rooms. It was strange because there was Alan, a guy who had revealed himself gay a few years ago and all my friends and other guys bother him for it. He approached me nervously and said:

 "E-Eh, Brandon, I want to tell you something I've been feeling for a long time, the truth is that I like you too much, you probably don't feel the same as me but I wanted to give this weight away from me." He comes up to me and kisses me, I was shocked and when I react I push him against the lockers of the dressing rooms. "You're crazy! You're disgusting." I said while spitting on the ground. "I would never be with someone like you, sissy, you're a skinny dwarf, and look at me, my body is sculpted by the gods themselves and look at my beautiful face." When I saying that, he ran away while tears came out behind his eyes.

When it arrived the next day I felt different, strange. As if my body had deflated, I no longer had my big muscles, my dick wasn't so big before it measured me about 8", now it should not measure more than 3". I touch my ass and it feels thicker. I approached the mirror that was at a corner in my room, seeing me I was shocked, what I saw wasn't me and my beautiful body, it was reflected Alan, the gay boy at my school!

I stayed a few minutes in my bed thinking about what I was going to do, I can't stay in Alan's body. I will be bothered for years because they will believe that I am him! I looked at myself again in the mirror, the truth is that he has a nice butt to be fucked and his face is something cute, his thick lips, bright eyes and soft skin, this made my dick erect, something strange.

Then a strange sound interrupted me, someone came into my room, someone very familiar. It was me! He was shirtless and only in boxers.

He approached me and hugged me holding my ass.

 "Are you already enjoying your little body?" He told me seductively. "Alan, are you? Give me back my body now!" I said furiously and trembling to see Alan in my own body. "That will be impossible, since I don't want to leave this beautiful body." After saying those words he pushes me towards the bed, standing over me and begins to kiss my neck, while our dicks in our boxers collide with each other, this causes me too much pleasure I don't know why, I'm straight! Or at least it was in my body... 

 He starts to lower the boxers, I try to resist but he is too strong. When he gets them off, he takes out his big dick and slowly starts to put it in my ass, in Alan's ass. I got too excited to immediately ejaculate while moaning, I think being caught isn't as bad as I thought.

"Ooooh shit yeah, Alan's still!" I said while I kept moaning. "Tell me Brandon." He said while spanking my ass. "Ooooh yeah, Brandon!", I don't know what I'm saying, I think my mind is mixing with his, and I'm becoming gay, it's not possible! Suddenly, he discharge inside me, "Oooh yeah!" I said moaning.

After having sex, we both fell asleep while he hugged me, I felt comfortable in his big arms. Good that Brandon there accepted to be my boyfriend, without him I am nothing.

Hi! I’m a Latin American boy and I am not very good with English so I am sorry if there are mistakes in the story. If you want, you can send me messages about corrections, I would be delighted.

El nuevo sumiso

Me llamo Chris y siempre tuve una vida tranquila, tenía una pareja, un trabajo estable y a pesar de ser gay nunca nadie me a juzgado, aunque creo que tampoco nadie quisiera hacerlo ya que soy bastante fuerte, soy literalmente un alfa. Mi pareja la cuál se llama Dave es un amo de casa, me hace la comida y limpia el lugar, siempre fue alguien tranquilo y sumiso por eso siempre fui sobre protector con él ante los demás.

Un día luego de llegar del trabajo, por alguna razón estuve muy exhausto tenía mucho dolor en todo los músculos y me sentía muy extraño. No veía a Dave en ninguna parte lo cual me preocupó, él no suele salir mucho de casa, estaba angustiado pero mi cuerpo me dolía tanto que no tenía las fuerzas de caminar así qué me recosté en la cama y me quedé dormido. Cuando desperté me sentía muy distinto como sí me hubiera quitado un gran peso de encima, me siento más liviano y por alguna razón mi ropa es mucho mas grande. Me quito la camisa y cuando vi mi cuerpo... ¡Era totalmente distinto! Era delgado, ya no tenía mis abdominales ni pectorales, reviso mi polla y es muy pequeña comparado con la que tenía, y cuando me dirigí al espejo, no lo podía creer... ¡Era mi pareja, Dave! Estaba en su cuerpo pequeño y frágil. De pronto siento un sensación rara recorrer por mi culo, él cual además es muy grande y carnoso, sentía la necesidad de meter algo por ahí, lo cuál es raro, siempre fui un gay activo. Me puse más caliente, comencé a sudar y sentía excesivamente la necesidad de meterme algo GRANDE.

Recordé que Dave ocultaba un vibrador en uno de nuestros muebles, él creé que nunca me di cuenta. Lo busqué desesperadamente hasta encontrarlo, lo encendí, intentaba resistirme a la tentación a metermelo pero al final fue imposible. Cuando lo puse comencé a gemir, comencé a masturbar mi pequeña polla hasta disparar una pequeña carga de semen. Me quedé acostado en la cama por unos minutos, hasta que escucho unos ruidos venir de la sala de estar, me dirigí hacía allí y vi mi propio cuerpo totalmente desnudo masturbándose. Éste me ve y se levanta acercándose a mí.

"¡Amor! ¿Que tal tu día?" Dijo mientras me abrazaba y levantaba con sus enormes brazos. "¿D-Dave, eres tú?" Dije tímidamente. "Claro que sí, hice esto para darte las gracias por cuidarme tanto tiempo, y ahora como agradecimiento haré lo mismo por ti." se acercó y me besó, y luego también besó sus grandes músculos, mi polla que se encontraba sensible se paró inmediatamente, nunca creí que mi cuerpo era tan sexy. "Al parecer alguien esta urgido." Dijo mientras tocaba mi polla. "N-No, no es eso", dije sonrojandome, por alguna razón me sentía muy sumiso junto a él. Este me cargó en sus brazos, y me llevó a nuestra habitación. Él me puso en cuatro, mi cuerpo no se movía, es como si quisiera estar así, pero en verdad ¡No quiero ser penetrado por mi propio cuerpo! Éste comienza a follarme lentamente.

Luego de la nada comenzó a ir mas rápido lo que hizo que me doliera el culo, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHH" gemía, esto no es nada comparado con el vibrador. "Oh sí, perra" dijo Dave mientras teníamos sexo, luego de unos minutos comenzó a comportarse algo más arrogante. Éste comenzaba a golpear mi trasero hasta dejarlo completamente rojo, "D-Dave, me duele" dije, "¡Cállate perra!" y cuando descargo su semen en mí culo, se lanzó sobre la cama. "Anda y cociname algo, y más te vale este rico", dijo mientras acariciaba su polla. Intenté resistirme pero mi cuerpo comenzó a caminar involuntariamente, con todo mi culo empapado de semen me dirigí a la cocina. Creo que está será mi nueva vida, como la perra de Dave, digo Chris...

The new submissive

My name is Chris and I always had a quiet life, I had a boyfriend, a stable job and despite being gay, nobody has ever judged me, although I do not think anyone wanted to do it since I'm strong enough, I'm literally an alpha. My boyfriend named Dave is a househusband, he makes me food and cleans the place, he was always quiet and submissive, so I was always overprotective with him in front of others.

One day after arriving from job, for some reason I was very exhausted I had a lot of pain in all the muscles and I felt very strange. I didn't see Dave anywhere, which worried me, he doesn't usually leave much of home, I was anguished but my body hurt so much that I did not have the strength to walk so I lay on the bed and fell asleep. When I woke up I felt very different as if I had taken a great weight off, I feel lighter and for some reason my clothes are much bigger. I take off my shirt and when I saw my body... It was totally different! I was thin, I no longer has my abs and pectorals, I check my dick and it's very small compared to what I had, and when I went to the mirror, I could not believe it... It was my boyfriend, Dave! It was in his small and fragile body. Suddenly I feel a strange sensation travel through my ass, which is also very big and fleshy, I felt the need to put something out there, which is weird, I was always an active gay. I got hotter, I started to sweat and I had an excessive need to put something BIG in there.

I remembered that Dave was hiding a vibrator in one of our furniture, he thought I never noticed. I searched desperately until I found it, I lit it, I tried to resist the temptation to put it in, but in the end it was impossible. When I put it on I started to moan, I started to masturbate my little dick until I shot a small load of cum. I stayed in bed for a few minutes, until I heard some noise coming from the living room, I went there and saw my own body totally naked masturbating. He sees me and gets up close to me.

"Love! How was your day?" He said as he hugged me and lifted me with his huge arms. "D-Dave, are you?" I said shyly. "Of course, I did this to thank you for taking so much care of me, and now as a thank you I will do the same for you." He approached me and kissed me, and then also kissed his big muscles, my dick that was sensitive became hard immediately, I never thought my body was so sexy. "Apparently someone is urged." He said while touching my dick. "N-No, it's not that", I said blushing, for some reason I felt very submissive next to him. He carried me in his arms, and took me to our room. He put me in four, my body did not move, it's as if I wanted to be like that, but in truth I don't want to be penetrated by my own body! He starts to fuck me slowly.

After nothingness began to go faster which made my ass hurt, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHH" I moaned, this is nothing compared to the vibrator. "Oh yes, bitch" Dave said while we had sex, after a few minutes he began to behave something more arrogant. He started hitting my ass until it was completely red, "D-Dave, it hurts" I said, "Shut up, bitch" and when he threw his cum on my ass, he threw himself on the bed. "Go and cook something, and you better be delicious," he said while stroking his dick. I tried to resist but my body began to walk involuntarily, with all my ass soaked with cum I went to the kitchen. I think this will be my new life, like Dave's bitch, I say Chris...

Hi! I’m a Latin American boy and I am not very good with English so I am sorry if there are mistakes in the story. If you want, you can send me messages about corrections, I would be delighted.

Cambio de vida

Soy John tengo 22 años y soy hijo de una familia multimillonaria, tengo mayordomos que hacen todo por mí, soy bien guapo, tengo mis músculos y un rostro perfecto. Tengo la vida hecha, o eso creía...

Uno de los mayordomos, Jake él cual es hijo de otro mayordomo. Crecimos prácticamente juntos, a pesar de que eramos de la misma edad, tenía que seguir toda mis órdenes, siempre lo traté horrible y él no podía poner resistencia. Un día que invite a amigos a hacer una fiesta, él tuvo la orden de cuidarme. A pesar de que estoy lo bastante grande para cuidarme sólo. Bebimos mucha cerveza, bailamos y nos metimos en mi gran piscina. Mientras disfrutaba de la piscina, sin darme cuenta me fui al lado profundo de ésta e intente nadar pero al estar borracho me era muy difícil, lo último que pude ver fue a Jake lanzándose a la piscina hacia mi dirección.

Cuando desperté, vi como alguien me arrastraba a un lado fuera de la piscina. Al tomar conciencia vi al padre de Jake, preocupado de mi situación. Me levanté y le pregunté al mayordomo que había pasado. "Te ahogaste al tratar de rescatar al Señor John". Estaba confundido del porqué hablaba de mí en 3ra persona, al mirar mi cuerpo vi que lucía el traje de los mayordomos de mi casa el cuál es encontraba húmedo, quedé impactado y me dirigí corriendo a mi habitación en busca de un espejo. Al mirarme vi que... ¡Estaba en el cuerpo de Jake! No podía creerlo, no puedo ser el mayordomo de mi propia familia. Me quite mi ropa mojada y me sorprendió mucho que el cuerpo de Jake era bastantes sexy, tenia un buen paquete y algún par de músculos.

De la puerta vi entrar a mi mismo. "Miren quien tenemos aquí, que bien que estés disfrutando tu nuevo cuerpo". Me acerqué a él y lo agarré de su ropa, "Más te vale me regreses mi cuerpo si no quieres recibir un puñetazo". Este me empuja, "Yo que tú no haría eso, puedo despedirte ahora mismo por eso amenaza. Ya que yo soy tú. Además no golpearías este hermoso rostro", dijo mientras acariciaba su cara.

"Ahora, aprovechando que estas desnudo tendrás que dejar que te folle." Dijo mientras se sacaba la ropa cara que solía usar yo. "¡¿Que?! Estas loco si crees que haré esa locura", me encontraba petrificado por la nueva actitud de Jake. "¿Entonces quieres irte a vivir a la calle? Nadie creerá que cambiamos de cuerpos. Siempre estuve enamorado de ti, pero tu sólo te enfocabas en chicas, pero ahora que tengo tu cuerpo y tengo todo el control sobre ti".

No tuve mas opción que aceptar mi destino, ahora no soy nada más que el mayordomo de Jake o debo decir John, ahora cada vez que tiene ganas de follar, debo aceptar sin resistencia. Pero no me quejo mucho, desde que estoy en su cuerpo me atraído mas los hombres y me excita tener a alguien que me rompa el culo todos los días, además este cuerpo es bastante hermoso.

Life change

I'm John, I have 22 years old and I'm the son of a multimillionaire family, I have butlers who do everything for me, I'm very beautiful, I have my muscles and a perfect face. I have my life made, or so I thought...

One of the butlers, Jake, who is the son of another butler. We grew up practically together, even though we were of the same age, I had to follow all my orders, I always treated him horrible and he couldn't put up resistance. One day I invited friends to have a party, he had the order to take care of me. Even though I'm old enough to take care of myself. We drank a lot of beer, we danced and we got into my big pool. While enjoying the pool, without realizing it I went to the deep side of it and I tried to swim but being drunk was very difficult, the last thing I could see was Jake throwing himself into the pool towards my direction.

When I woke up, I saw someone drag me to the side outside the pool. When I became aware I saw Jake's father, worried about my situation. I got up and asked the butler what had happened. "You drowned trying to rescue Mr. John." I was confused as to why he was talking about me in 3rd person, when I looked at my body I saw that he wore the suit of the butlers of my house which is humid, I was shocked and went running to my room in search of a mirror. When I looked at myself I saw that ... I was in Jake's body! I could not believe it, I can't be the butler of my own family. I took off my wet clothes and was very surprised that Jake's body was quite sexy, had a good package and some muscle.

From the door I saw myself enter. "Look who we have here, how good you are enjoying your new body." I approached him and grabbed his clothes, "You better give me back my body if you don't want to receive a punch." This pushes me, "I wouldn't do that, I can fire you right now because of that threat, since I am you, and you will not beat this beautiful face," he said while caressing her face.

"Now, taking advantage of the fact that you're naked, you'll have to let me fuck you." He said as he pulled out the expensive clothes that I used to wear. "What?! You're crazy if you think I'm doing that madness", I was petrified by Jake's new attitude. "So you want to go live on the street?" No one would believe that we changed bodies, I was always in love with you, but you only focused on girls, but now that I have your body and I have full control over you."

I had no choice but to accept my destiny, now I'm nothing more than Jake's butler or I must say John, now every time he wants to fuck, I must accept without resistance. But I don't complain much, since I'm in his body I'm more attracted to men and it excites me to have someone to break my ass every day, besides this body is quite beautiful.

Hi! I'm a Latin American boy and I am not very good with English so I am sorry if there are mistakes in the story. If you want, you can send me messages about corrections, I would be delighted.