Selfish Top Bottom

When it came to distinguishing whether a man was a top or a bottom, there was no way that anyone could look at Ryan Thompson and know that he was an absolute top. With the bulky and imposing physique of a powerlifter and an obscenely large cock that was instantly noticeable that no matter how loose or tight his pants were, the man could absolutely be the perfect individual to represent what a power top was.

Due to living in a relatively small urban town (at least in comparison to a huge city like Los Angeles or New York City), word seemed to travel fast around queer circles to the point where if you didn’t know who Ryan was, you at least knew of his reputation. He was a perpetual manwhore, constantly hooking up with anyone he wanted and discarding them immediately after they fulfilled his needs. Although most people understood that that was just the way that things worked in their community, the same could not be said about Mitchell. Although he had never actually met Ryan or been intimate with him, the young twink knew that it was someone he had no desire of ever interacting with. 

However, all of that changed once Mitchell found out that the hunk had hooked up with his best friend Shane and mistreated him once Ryan had came. As Shane recollected how the stud ridiculed the “pale” and “pathetic” man and told him to leave his apartment as soon as possible before threatening to beat his “weak pansy ass” up, Mitchell could only see red at the other man’s behavior. There was certainly no problem with hookup culture if that was how Ryan wanted to live his life, but Mitchell drew the line at blatant disrespect and homophobic rhetoric. So with that in mind, he decided to put a plan into action – one of complete revenge to teach a lesson to the asshole meathead. 

To Mitchell’s amusement, it didn’t take much for him to catch Ryan’s eye. All he had to do was show up to the same club where Ryan had met Shane and sneak peeks at the ginger-haired hunk’s beefy body and playfully avert his gaze once Ryan realized that someone was staring. After a good 30 minutes of this back and forth, the beefy stud and twink finally met before heading off to Ryan’s place to “have some fun”.

Once they were walking up the stairs to the apartment, Mitchell wasted no time giving a performance of a lifetime by pretending to be fully infatuated as he felt up the man’s thick muscles and remarked about how hot and sexy the stud was. As a result, the duo couldn’t even make it into the bedroom before they ducked into the first bathroom they saw to get more intimate. Upon undressing himself and helping Ryan take off his clothes as well, Mitchell’s right hand began to traverse down the man’s pectoral shelf and cobblestone abs as he quietly whispered under his breath. As the twink’s dainty fingers finally began to graze along Ryan’s impressive and girthy manhood, Mitchell then grit his teeth and smirked as he forcefully wrapped around the man’s cock and balls and tugged.

The immediate tension caused Ryan to gasp and scream in shock, but rather than intense pain, the tugging was soundtracked by a resounding POP that echoed through the spacious bathroom. As he looked down at himself, a guttural scream escaped his lips as he noticed two things – his crotch was completely flat reminiscent of a Ken doll and Mitchell’s frail hand was still holding onto his real cock and balls.

As Ryan desperately asked what was going on, he watched in pure horror as he watched the man whisper more words under his breath which led to a chain reaction onto his detached genitalia. Before his eyes, his cock and balls were losing its realistic organic composition and shifting to gain an artificial shimmer – his cock was turning into a rubber dildo (with a suction cup even added onto the end to fully seal the deal).

While the hunk was acting absolutely manic at the transformation that had befallen him, Mitchell was completely calm and even joyful as he savored the other’s utter helplessness. Revenge felt oh so sweet… and he still had one more thing planned to make it even sweeter! As he continued to recite the words underneath his breath, the young warlock couldn’t help but smirk as he watched his magic going to work immediately. In an instant, the man’s firm muscular butt had been replaced with an insanely large and flabby ass that would wobble with every step he took. 

Despite wanting to wring out the pathetic twink’s neck, Ryan realized that there was something preventing him from either speaking to the man or physically attacking him. So instead, he could only watch in disbelief as the twink cockily stared at the man before turning and exiting the apartment.

Now alone with his new body and desires, Ryan stood at the sink and looked back at the dildo that still hung from a nearby wall. Despite how eager his mind was in regards to getting fucked, the perpetual top had no practice bottoming and thus knew what he needed to do before he got on Grindr and searched for a man to fill his needy hole…

Going All-American

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Live, Lift, Love

Happy Valentine's Day, here's a transformation tale from Patreon about someone willing to do whatever it takes to become the object of their crush's desires. I hope you enjoy!

For years, Tessa Richards has found herself constantly being the only person that her best friend Lisa could rely on. As such, the woman often found herself having to comfort Lisa as she sobbed and complained about her latest breakup with another shitty boyfriend. Tessa was often annoyed by the fact that Lisa had terrible taste in men, especially because Tessa was an out and proud lesbian who had a years-long (yet secret) crush on Lisa dating back to their freshman year in college. Although Lisa was accepting of Tessa’s sexuality, it was clearly apparent that the blonde and athletic bombshell was undoubtedly straight. 

So as Tessa was summoned to comfort Lisa after a breakup with her most recent boyfriend Chad, the mousy curly-haired lesbian was eager to avoid awkward conversations. So when she saw a poster promoting a local carnival on the way towards Lisa’s apartment, Tessa was quick to suggest visiting it to allow both of them to destress and to also prevent her from feeling jealous about all of these men being able to get with her best friend and one true love. 

While Tessa was excited to ride the amusement rides and play some carnival games, Lisa’s attention was immediately drawn to a fortune teller booth and thus dragged her friend along with her. Sitting down with the fortune teller named Madame Manette, Lisa was quick to bring up how badly she wanted to find the perfect boyfriend after Manette asked her what she wished for. As the older woman consulted her crystal ball though, she suddenly stopped moving her hands around the ball and looked up. With her eyes narrowing towards Tessa, the skeptic suddenly found herself pulled into the mix as Madame Manette asked her what she wished for as well. Although Tessa realistically wished in her head for her to be able to date Lisa, she opted to not state such a revealing wish aloud. Instead, she wished for her friend’s happiness, which caused the fortune teller to chuckle slightly under her breath.

Before either of the two 22 year old women could inquire about what Madame Manette was chuckling about, the fortune teller informed them that their wishes would be granted in time. After Lisa thanked the woman and excitedly made her exit out of the tent, Tessa also stopped to say thank you to the fortune teller. But as Tessa turned to make her exit away from the smiling woman, she couldn’t help but notice the woman nod her head slightly and give a knowing wink. 

Upon exiting the tent, the two women then began to go enjoy the rest of their night, unaware of what would happen to them once Madame Manette made their wishes a reality… 

* * * * *

As the sound of her early morning alarm went off, Tessa found herself groaning as she was pulled out of the perfect dream. In it, she had been able to successfully woo Lisa on the way home from the carnival, eventually following her crush and best friend into her apartment for an intimate and erotic night. Given her annoyance at being pulled from such an ideal fantasy, the woman quickly pulled a hand out from underneath the covers to slam down on the alarm clock. Due to the fact that she was still drowsy, Tessa was blissfully unaware of the loud crack of plastic from how hard she had slammed down onto the small rectangular alarm clock. 

Staying motionless while she snuggly leaned into her pillow for several minutes, the woman struggled to decide whether she should go back to bed or decide to be an adult and wake up early to get a head start on her Sunday plans. Thinking through what she had planned for the day though, Tessa realized that she had quite a bit to do today and thus decided to pull back the covers and quickly hop out of bed. 

On her journey throughout her single-bedroom apartment towards the bathroom, the sleepy woman paid no mind to the intense creaking sounds emitting from her hardwood floors. Given her status as a 120 lbs demure woman, it seemed quite strange for the floors to strain under her weight, but as she finally entered the bathroom and made her way over to the toilet, it soon became clear that something strange had befallen her. As she pulled off the shirt she had fallen asleep in, the woman lowered her underwear and began to sit down on the toilet seat. But just as she quickly dropped down and took a seat, a sudden and painful sensation emerged from the woman’s crotch. 

“Goddammit!” Tessa cried out, groaning as she moved her hands down to figure out what had befallen her. As she looked down to see what her hands had made contact with, the woman was understandably shocked as she saw a thicker pair of hands wrapped around an incredibly long cock. “Wha- what the FUCK!?” she continued to scream, realizing that the pain was due to her quick movement down that caused her new girthy manhood to smack against the toilet seat. Clearly in shock and desperate for answers, the woman immediately sat up and began to make her way over to the mirror. With her movement finally into the frame of the mirror, the woman’s mouth went agape at what she saw. Instead of the 5’5” frail-looking frizzy-haired brunette she was used to seeing, there was an gigantically tall bodybuilder looking back at her.

Given just how impossible of a scenario this was, Tessa couldn’t resist pulling back a meaty hand and forcefully slapping herself in the face in hopes of waking her out of this strange dream. But as contact was made and the sting of the slap permeated throughout her chiseled face, it quickly dawned on Tessa that this had somehow truly happened to her. Moving a bit closer towards the mirror while rubbing the still-stinging cheek, the former woman took a moment to feel her face and admire the visage reflected back at her. Understandably, the scruff of trimmed facial hair was alarming, but the feeling of a chiseled jawline and a strong-looking nose was oddly comforting to the woman too stunned to speak. 

This feeling of shock continued as Tessa moved her hands away from her cheeks and allowed them to explore the bulky new upper torso she possessed. Feeling how her arms were forced to extend outwards to compensate for her wider and muscular back, Tessa felt extremely uncomfortable attempting to navigate around such immense bulk. As her fingers grazed and squeezed around her cantaloupe-sized biceps and hefty pectorals though, there was a slight appreciation and admiration in regards to what she saw and felt. For years she had always been taunted for being a weak and defenseless woman by high school bullies and college frat bros, so the concept of being the antithesis of that now was quite an alluring concept. In fact, it quickly became so alluring that Tessa found her brand new manhood suddenly growing firm and begging for attention.

Due to the fact that Tessa had realized her sexual orientation as a lesbian from a young age, the woman never had the opportunity to experiment with a man before. So as her head tilted down past the two mountainous pecs and rippling abdominal muscles blocking her vision, the woman’s eyes widened as she once again caught sight of her throbbing manhood. Unsure of how to navigate her new genitals, the woman awkwardly caressed and poked at her cock until she was finally able to get into the normal sensation of moving up and down her shaft. Given the fact that she was on an emotional high, the woman found herself achieving her first male orgasm in incredible haste. So as she bucked her hips, the woman groaned in pleasure as she clenched her perky and defined ass cheeks and felt her meaty thighs rub together while finally ejaculating and covering both the mirror and her torso with her seed. 

After finishing cleaning up her mess, Tessa found herself quickly showering and getting dressed so she could figure out what to do with her day. Understandably, she had a lot of questions. If she had transformed into a man overnight, did that mean that the rest of the world believed that she was always a man? Or would she be forced to just create a new identity for herself and figure out a new place to stay? As she dried herself back off in the bathroom and began to pull back on the underwear she had taken off, it seemed like the former option was the most likely alternative as instead of the lacy pair of panties she had fallen asleep in, her underwear was now a black pair of designer briefs.

So upon putting them on, the woman grabbed onto the oversized t-shirt she had fallen asleep in, which had also undergone its own transformation into a sleeveless tank top that promoted a local gym. Upon dropping the shirt back down onto the ground, the woman opted to remain shirtless and allow herself to get one more passing glance in the mirror. Thinking of the various poses that she had seen college jocks do around campus, Tessa concealed a slight smirk as she lifted up her arms and flexed her biceps for her own amusement. Maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought, she thought to herself as she turned away and began to make her way out towards her bedroom.

As she sauntered over to her bedside table, Tessa felt some odd comfort emerge as she felt a similar heft and bounce in her chest with each step she took. While it was certainly not the same as the perky breasts she once possessed, it was still nice to have some remnant sensation of her old life prominent with her buff pecs. Once she reached her destination though, she pushed that thought aside as she found a wallet sitting on the table rather than her purse. Grabbing onto it, the woman opened the tri-fold wallet and began to examine its content. When the woman stumbled upon a gym membership card she was hardly shocked, but she did in fact find herself shocked as she took note of the name on the card: Toby Richards. Curious to see if that was truly her new identity, the woman pulled out every single credit card or membership card. After a quick look at her driver’s license, Tessa received more additional information that helped her understand her new identity and life. Instead of a 5’5” 22 year old woman, Tessa was now 6’2” and 28 years old. Then not surprisingly, every other rectangular piece of plastic she examined listed the same name as the gym membership and license. 

While she was most certainly shocked at the realization that her life had been completely changed somehow, a sudden ding of her cell phone caused her to feel immediate relief. Opening up her phone, a brand new text message from Lisa caused Tessa to calm down and grow overjoyed that her friendship was still in-tact despite her transformation. In fact, a search through their text messages and “Toby’s” camera roll informed Tessa that this new life allowed her to be closer to Lisa than ever before. Photos of the two of them going clubbing or doing athletic activities together were a much needed relief to make Tessa accept her new life. Although she was most certainly still not 100% accepting of her new gender, Tessa was coming around to it for multiple reasons. Not only was she incredibly buff and attractive now, but Tessa now had an avenue to get with her straight best friend. 

With this realization dawning on her, Tessa quickly fired off a text to Lisa asking her to hang out at their favorite spot: a new gym called S-C Fitness. Upon receiving an enthusiastic yes from her friend, Tessa tossed her phone on the bed and began to search through her new wardrobe of men’s workout clothing for the perfect outfit. Although there wasn’t much use in attempting to look good given the fact that she would surely break a sweat and change out of them at the end of the workout, Tessa was desperate to look her absolute best so she can finally make a move on her years-long crush and true love. 

After finally deciding on a black sleeveless shirt and a pair of black compression tights, the woman now known as Toby Richards grabbed his keys and wallet and exited his apartment. Upon making his way down to the parking garage to drive off, there was a momentary look of shock as instead of an older model Honda Civic, the man found a black motorcycle waiting for him. Shrugging his shoulders, the man allowed a slight smirk to manifest on his face as he instinctively turned on the engine and sped off for his gym date.

As he arrived at the parking garage close to his local S-C Fitness, Toby attempted to get his emotions in check as both his nerves and attractions towards his apparent gym date were reaching its peak. Not only was the man trembling as he struggled to park his brand new motorcycle, but his lack of control towards his attraction towards his best friend and crush had caused his brand new manhood to remain rock hard and throbbing while smushed up against the still-revving engine. Even after he turned off the engine and tried to adjust his package to prevent the pressure from encouraging it to remain a full-on boner, the firmness was unwavering to the point where his cock was once again leaking pre-cum into his spandex pants. 

After taking a moment to try and think of ways to decommission his boner, Toby found relief as the sight of some fellow buff dudes slowly exiting out of their cars and walking towards the nearby elevators with their gym bags slung across their shoulders finally caused the man’s manhood to return to a flaccid state. Given his former identity as a lesbian, the hunky bodybuilder was quite relieved to realize that he hadn’t suddenly gained an attraction to men after undergoing this magical gender swap. 

Before Toby could get his mind too wrapped up in reminiscing about who he used to be though, one of those bulky men took a moment to slightly pause as the gender swapped individual swung his leg over the bike and finally stood up. 

“Holy shit bro, you’re looking swole!” one of the men cried out, chuckling as he caused his friend to direct his attention towards Toby. 

“Dude, you’re so right. Plus with a bike like that, he must be getting pussy nonstop!” the other douchebag-looking man said, hitting his friend in the shoulder while pointing at the sleek black motorcycle Toby was now awkwardly leaning against. 

“Uh yeah, thanks… bros,” Toby slowly said, trying to make himself appear less like a woman who had just turned into a man but rather one that was innately in-tune with his masculinity. Watching as the two men looked at each other and seemingly began to continue speaking though, Toby was quick to try and silence the conversation as he was eager to get into the gym and hang out with Lisa. “I don’t mean to interrupt you guys, but I’ve got to get in the gym,” he stated, giving a meek smile to the two men as they awkwardly said their goodbyes and started to walk towards the elevators. 

With the two men leading the way towards the elevators, Toby took a moment to observe them and their walking style. While it looked slightly ridiculous to see the men hold their arms outwards and walk with a waddle-like motion, he started to consider the fact that their similarly bulky sizes to Toby required such a stance. As he continued to walk like he used to back when he was Tessa, the man began to realize the slight discomfort and issues that arose from such a “feminine” gait. His thick and meaty thighs were constantly rubbing against each other and causing him to stumble while walking as his beefy arms had caused some slight chafing to occur due to his biceps and forearms continuing to awkwardly rub against his bulging pecs and wider obliques. 

Due to the sudden realization of this discomfort, Toby quickly borrowed from the other two men and adopted their walking style. Instantly, the man felt relief and even amusement as it caused him to realize just how broad and imposing he could be. He enjoyed the concept so much that he opted not to go down the elevator with the two men and instead jog down the few flights of stairs down to the street. As he rushed down the stairs, he couldn’t deny the attraction he was starting to feel towards his new form due to just how firm and strong he naturally felt along with the similar sensation of bouncing that emerged in both his chest and ass that reminded him of his feminine form. 

Now starting to come around to just how broad and strong he was feeling as he reached the ground floor, the man enthusiastically pulled open the door to the street and made his way through the streets towards the gym. Along the way, he couldn’t help but revel in his broad stance as countless people found themselves apologizing as they were unable to navigate the busy streets without bumping into his bulky body.

Finally making his way into the gym, Toby eagerly swiped his membership card and made his way towards the locker room. Although he almost nearly found himself instinctively walking into the women’s locker room, the confused stares of some of the women exiting eventually caused Toby to realize the error and turn in the other direction. Upon making his way through the door of the men’s locker room, his nostrils were immediately attacked with the putrid odor of male sweat. As he finally entered the room and made his way through the long aisles of lockers, he began to understand why as there was a slew of nearly nude men with their glistening wet and sweaty bodies talking with each other and acting like stereotypical college bros that Toby had seen back during his days of being a girl in college. Not only that, but as he passed by the entrance to the showers, he could have sworn that he heard the stifled moans of individuals most likely jerking off or getting pleasured (as evident by the slightly higher pitched and feminine voices also coming from the other side of the shower curtains). 

Eager to get out of there as soon as possible, Toby found an empty locker and quickly deposited his phone and wallet before slowly closing it shut. However, as he saw a nearby wall-mounted mirror, the newly formed man couldn’t resist getting yet another good look at his physique. He had heard before that there was a noticeable difference both prior and after having a nice gym session, so his curiosity was piqued and he quickly pulled off his pants and shirt to check himself out. Upon doing so, the man once again took a moment to admire his clear vascularity, buff physique, and interesting tattoos before finally pulling his clothes back on and heading out to find his gym date and best friend. 

Making his way out onto the busy gym floor, it wasn’t surprising that Toby felt like a fish out of water as he lacked any real knowledge about working out. But just as he felt himself starting to hyperventilate and have a panic attack, the sound of an all-too familiar voice rang out from behind him and instantly brought him back down to Earth. 

“Hey there Toby! Are you ready for me to kick your ass today during this workout?” Lisa asked with a chuckle, causing Toby to quickly turn around and face his long-term crush. As he took in the sight of the woman’s gorgeous body that was being shown off in all of the right places due to the form-fitting gym wear, the man’s brain struggled to respond to the woman’s question (most likely due to all of the blood rushing towards his cock which had almost immediately grown rock hard upon hearing her voice). “I- uh, I guess we’ll, uh, see,” Toby said, his mind struggling to formulate a sentence due to his own attraction and his desire to conceal the noticeable boner that was straining against his pants. As a result, the man forced his hands to remain stationary around his crotch in an attempt to keep Lisa from noticing the sizable package. 

Although he wouldn’t have been surprised that Lisa ridiculed him for his unintelligent response, he was relieved to see that the woman paid it no mind and instead opted to continue the conversation. “So, should we get started on these workouts then,” she asked, patting the man on his shoulder and causing him to look at the area. Although he was shivering from just how electric her touch was to him, there was also an unintended erotic factor due to just how hot he thought it was that her hand looked so small against his boulder-sized shoulders. 

Nodding his head in agreement, the man allowed Lisa to lead the way as she picked out the first two sets of machines that they would try out. After asking her to go first under the guise of being courteous, Toby took the opportunity to watch the woman navigate the machines and commit to memory how to operate them when it was his turn to go. As another machine opened up next to her, Toby decided to jump right in and begin working out in hopes of causing his boner to disappear. While it started out with good intentions, his tendency to underrate his lifting capabilities had caused him to make a consistent fool of himself to the point where Lisa would have to stop what she was doing to help the bodybuilder set his weight to the appropriate one that would give him a slight challenge. Although the assistance was most certainly appreciated, the close contact that he had with the gorgeous blonde was doing nothing to alleviate his throbbing manhood. Not even the attempts to focus on flexing and checking out his post-workout swoleness in between machines were able to help stop his intense libido. 

So despite how hard he tried to keep his mind off of his friend’s gorgeous rack and curvy figure, his hour-long workout did little to stop his thirst as he felt pre-cum beginning to leak once more into his underwear and pants. Not wanting to accidentally reveal his thirst for his friend though, Toby quickly excused himself as he rushed out of the gym area and into the men’s locker room. Hoping that a quick jerk-off session could get him back in performance mode and prevent him from blowing the gym date, the man threw caution to the wind and immediately pulled down his underwear and shorts. Opting to ignore the hoots and hollers from some of the gay men sitting in there, Toby waddled down to the back section of the locker room and took a seat on a nearby bench. 

Despite the slight discomfort of feeling his bulky ass against the wooden bench, he paid that no mind as he eagerly began to toy with his cock and grip onto it. As he started to once again stroke his impressively long member, the man was quite oblivious to the fact that Lisa was peering around a corner of lockers and smirking to herself as she watched the man get himself off. It wasn’t until the woman finally opted to speak that Toby jumped in shock and his jaw dropped at the clearly interested woman. 

“So, was the gym session that good or am I just that irresistible?” she coyly said, smirking as she slowly made her way over to Toby and took a seat next to him. 

“Uh, it’s… not what you think,” he began, attempting to figure out a proper response to try and hide the fact of his clear attraction towards her. But as he suddenly felt the dainty and well-manicured nails of the woman slowly wrap themselves around his manhood, he quickly began to piece together the fact that she knew exactly what was going on and even enjoyed the concept. 

“Fuck,” the man groaned, shifting his body slightly as the woman continued to toy with him. This time though, she pulled her hand away from his cock and instead opted to lean down, slowly open up her mouth, and run her tongue along his girthy cock. Biting his lip, Toby was understandably frazzled as he struggled to comprehend just how direct and eager Lisa was to pleasure him. But as his own emotions and desires for Lisa reached its breaking point, the man couldn’t resist pulling the woman’s head away from his cock and instead bringing her in for a passionate kiss. For years he had dreamt of this moment, and luckily for him, it was everything he had ever envisioned. Fireworks went off in his head as he tasted her cherry-flavored lipgloss and wasted no time forcefully pushing his tongue into her mouth. 

Allowing his sexual drive to take control of the situation, the man was quick to get onto the main attraction. As he pulled back from her once more, the man then opted to quickly get up on his feet and easily lift the woman up. Clearly not her first time doing this, Lisa wrapped her supple legs around his bulky torso and allowed him to lead the way as he grunted and quickly removed her sports bra. Looking at her sizable breasts, the man found himself diving deeper into his newfound sexual awakening and lifting his arms up while shoving his head face-first into her bosom. 

Not one to miss a hint, Lisa quickly took advantage of Toby’s exposed armpits by diving her own face deep within the sweaty and damp area. As they both took moments to admire each other’s attributes, Toby grunted as he kissed and felt up Lisa’s breasts while Lisa used her tongue to savor every inch of the man’s ripe and sweaty pits. This continued for several minutes, but as Lisa finally pulled her face away from Toby’s pits and moved closer to his ear, it became clear that she was ready to move forward. 

“Fuck me Toby,” she cooed, her voice shifting to a light whisper but sounding loud and clear in Toby’s head. As such, the man wasted no time obeying the woman’s request, pulling her off from around his torso and allowing her to pull down her leggings and panties. With her glorious pussy now revealed to Toby, the man acted swiftly and forcefully as he wasted no time lubing up his cock with a glob of saliva and slowly pushing deep within Lisa's eager pussy. 

For several minutes, the moans coming from the shower paled in comparison to the loud and passionate mix of grunting and moaning that came from the two gorgeous individuals as Toby finally came and lost his male virginity for the first time. But as he pulled out of Lisa and took a moment to catch his breath, the woman’s still-exposed genitalia invited him to continue further with their sexual escapades. As such, Toby was eager to help the woman also achieve orgasm, dropping to his knees and immediately getting to work on eating out the pussy of who was surely going to be his long-term girlfriend. Given his previous experience as a lesbian, the man was an absolute god with his tongue as he easily pleased Lisa and left her whole body shivering in pure lust. While he continued to hear the woman’s girly moans continue to fill the room, there was one thing that Toby was absolutely sure of: he was truly the luckiest man in the world!

The Man of Steal II

When Clark Kent first left his farmhouse in Smallville to help assist a nearby town with a museum break-in, the man also known as Superman thought it would be a quick and simple encounter of disarming the criminal and handing them over to the police. Unfortunately for him though, this was proven to not be the case as Clark’s attempt to stop the criminal led to a huge fight that traversed through several areas of the museum. In fact, one of these areas included a special Krypton-themed exhibit, which proved to be quite detrimental to the superhero.

As the fight continued through this area, the criminal that broke into the museum (whose name was Darren) was desperately trying anything possible to stop Superman and allow himself to escape from him and the authorities. Searching through all of the rubble and toppled over display cases, Darren was able to stumble upon a rock that he thought could potentially give him an opportunity to flee. Upon slamming the rock against the hero’s impenetrable skull though, Darren found himself blessed with a perfect weapon in the form of a small piece of red Kryptonite.

Given the fact that Clark knew about the random effects that the crystal could have on him, the hero tried his best to deter the man from using the crystal for both of their sakes. The stubbornness of Darren was unwavering though and Clark was unable to stop the man in time before his broad chest was pierced by the crystal. Now after that impact, Clark immediately began to regret his constant desire for helping others as he found himself staring back at his own smiling body and realizing that he was now in the weak and unattractive form of Darren.

“Darren, did you hear me? It’s that kryptonite! That red one is super rare and has too many possible side effects for me to count. That must have caused us to swap bodies! Grab it and walk over here so we can swap back,” Clark desperately said, his voice shifting to a whimper as he struggled to sit up and deal with the intense pain of the impact with the wall. In fact, he was in such pain that the superhero didn’t even pick up on how he was now speaking with an awkward Midwestern accent that was a far cry from his formerly deep and booming voice.

Hearing the declaration of wanting to swap back though, the imposter Superman was adamant about not making that reality. As such, he slowly sauntered his way over to the now-frail superhero while puffing out his chest. “Like I’ve already told you Darren, by the looks of it, I’m Superman now,” he began, his lips pulling into a cocky smirk before letting out a chuckle seeing Clark’s terrified face. “I don’t really care about how this happened to us, all I know is that I’m not going to go back to that pitiful body just to go back to jail for whoever knows how many years!”

To punctuate the sentence then, Darren gripped onto the piece of kryptonite stuck in his chest and pulled it out. Grunting while this occurred, the man breathed heavily for a few seconds and stared intensely into his former eyes. Luckily for the terrified hero, this only lasted for a moment before Darren’s head soon began to turn and scan the expansive museum. Watching as the imposter Superman clenched his fist and pulled the arm holding the kryptonite back, Clark couldn’t even gasp in shock or scream for the man to stop before Darren’s new superhero strength sent the kryptonite flying through the air and shattering against the concrete wall from the velocity of the throw.

Feeling completely hopeless at what was going on, Clark found himself getting understandably quite emotional. It was absolutely infuriating to find himself graveling for the first time (and to his own body nonetheless), but it was something that he was more than willing to do in order to get his body and life back. He couldn’t allow some random criminal getting close to his wife and kids or taking over the role of Superman, Darren would surely destroy his family and his reputation as a good guy!

“Please Darren, don’t do this. We both know that these aren’t our real bodies, so let’s just be grown adults and I can find a shard or something so we can swap back,” he started. But as he finished his first sentence, his extreme sadness and fear finally caused the usually composed man to crack and begin crying. With those tears beginning to stream down his face, Clark tried his best to beg for his own body back. “Please, I’ll do anything you want to get my body back. I’m the real Superman, and I just want to get back to my family,” he continued, his sentence abruptly stopping as he began to full-on sob. Just the simple thought of having this stranger going to bed with his wife or going to his sons’ high school events was enough to break down the last remaining morsel of Clark’s pride. Despite his passionate plea though, Clark was absolutely appalled to find that his own hearty laugh was being used against him and filling the empty atrium of the museum.

“Wow, that was so pitiful and pathetic. With behavior like that, I don’t think we should swap back,” Darren began, his laughter continuing as he put his hands on his hips and looked down at the frail man who was sobbing and desperately wrapping an arm around his right leg. “Honestly, all of that emotion and desperate whining is perfectly fitting for such a weak body. In fact, I think I’m rather content with remaining as Superman,” he continued before suddenly stopping himself. “Or would you rather I refer to myself by my real name? Do you prefer I go with Clark Kent or Kal-El?” he said as he cockily placed his hands on his hips, finally causing Clark to look up in horror at the revelation that the criminal somehow knew everything about him.

“H-how did you know that,” Clark desperately inquired, struggling to comprehend what’s going on.

“What are you talking about Darren, I’m just thinking about my life and memories... especially my gorgeous wife and those two teenage boys that are eagerly waiting for their father to show up back in Smallville. You know what I really can't stop thinking about though? Getting Lois to moan my name as I fuck her mercilessly, a reward for continuing to make the world a better and safer place," he began, the smile turning quite devious as he easily recounted Clark’s last encounter with his family before heading to the museum. To make matters worse for the terrified superhero though, the man’s next statement proved to leave him weak in the knees. “I mean, I don’t think any of those memories feel fitting for a petty criminal and low-level gang member that would stage some break-in at a museum right? Go ahead and try and think about your life though Darren, I think you’ll find that those are more fitting for your life!”

Desperately, Clark tried to recount a recent and important moment in his life. The first thing that came to mind was the reason behind the family’s move to Smallville - the death of Clark’s mother. But to his horror, a brief glimpse through his mind was unable to pull up that memory. Instead, he found countless memories that informed him of a frail and sickly looking woman that was constantly in and out of the hospital. Even more bizarre, those memories also referred to Clark by the name belonging to the body he was now in: Darren.

Gasping in shock at what was going on, Clark tried his hardest to recall more important events and information about his life. But instead, all that happened was that a broader picture was painted about Darren’s life. By doing so, Clark was able to learn more about Darren such as his last name being Hyde and his history of going in and out of jail countless times in his youth. Continuing to pull on this string of Darren’s past allowed Clark to learn more about the man’s history with a local gang who first recruited him when he was 14 and got caught stealing some cigarettes for his mother.

Despite the gang’s best attempts at helping the man bulk up and gain more muscle to become some sort of brute to help them during any heists, Darren’s body was unwilling to grow beyond the pale and bony frame that he’d been stuck with since his childhood. With no real incentive for keeping the man around, the gang soon found a special job for Darren - by being their personal guinea pig and constant fall guy. Whenever he wasn’t in prison for one of the gang’s crimes, the man had no other options but to stick with the gang and endure their various tortures that came in the form of the knife scars that adorned Clark’s new pale skin. As he ran his fingers along the various cuts that crisscrossed on his skin, Clark found himself instantly cringing as he could somehow recall the pain Darren felt as he tried his best to flee and escape the rugged and bulkier men who tormented him.

“This isn’t right,” Clark cried out, the words coming out as a bizarre warble as he struggled to comprehend the extreme yet widely different expressions of his shame, fear, and pure rage. “You’re going to give me back my body one way or another,” he continued, his voice shifting into a surprisingly aggressive scream as he suddenly got up onto his feet and began to rush towards the shattered remnants of the red kryptonite. As he watched for a moment, Clark smirked seeing that the criminal was seemingly so caught off-guard that he hadn’t even attempted to chase after him yet. In a moment of athleticism that Darren’s body had never experienced before, Superman slid along the glass-shattered floor and allowed the pants he was wearing to be torn to shreds as he reached down to quickly pick up a small shard of red kryptonite that was the size of a paperclip. Given his multiple experiences with kryptonite in the past, Clark knew that the small piece was more than enough to hopefully restart the transformation and place him back in his original body.

Upon grabbing the piece, the man slid up from his knees and jumped back into a standing position to face the criminal who had stolen his body. But to his shock though, all he saw was a blur as Clark’s body flew directly at him before grabbing him and throwing him against the thick concrete wall. As Clark gasped and attempted to catch his breath from the impact, the imposter Superman was able to quickly grip onto the man’s kryptonite-wearing hand and slam it against the wall as well. But despite the struggle to regain his breathing, Clark kept a death grip around the shard in hopes of eventually stabbing the criminal with it. However, this quickly changed as Clark looked directly into the eyes of his former body and watched as they began to quickly redden.

“If you want to keep that hand of yours, you better drop the shard. Right now,” Darren warned, causing Clark’s friendly face to shift into a terrifyingly ill-fitting expression of pure rage.

Fearing the concept of losing a limb to his own laser vision, Clark let out a defeated whimper as he dropped the shard and watched as it slowly fell down and clattered against the tiled floor. Feeling as tears once again began to stream down his sunken-looking face, Clark lifted his head up to avoid making eye contact with the body thief who had easily outsmarted and outpowered him.

“Hey hey hey,” Darren lightly cooed, the friendly and calming tone he was speaking with being severely at odds with the reality of the situation. “Don’t worry Clark, I’ll be taking good care of those wife and kids of yours. Hell, based on how poorly your relationship with Jordan is right now, I think you could use all of the help you could get,” he continued with a chuckle, finding great amusement in being able to not only so easily defeat the indestructible Superman but also seamlessly take over his life as well.

“You motherfuck-,” Clark began, growing enraged as he heard the imposter bring up his strained relationship with his son.

But before the superhero could even finish his rare moment of profanity, Darren was quick to grab the man’s head and slam it back against the concrete wall. With his former body immediately slumping into a state of unconsciousness after the impact, Darren couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that he had overtaken the apparent Man of Steel. Although he had found such glee in tormenting the superhero and watching him plead for his body back though, the imposter Clark was growing increasingly antsy in terms of getting home and meeting his new family.

So as he dragged the still-unconscious “criminal” out through the front doors of the museum by the collar of his shirt, the brand new Superman flashed a wide smile as the various police officers were unaware of the fact that the criminal that they were searching for was who they were congratulating. Just as he prepared to fly off though to the house that his memories informed him was the Kent household, the former criminal tried his best to cover his tracks for once the real Clark woke up. This attempt came in the form of some dialogue with the paramedics who had quickly handcuffed Darren’s former body to a gurney and began to inspect his head for any potential damage.

“Hey, just so you guys now, that guy refused to go down without a fight,” Darren began, putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest as he tried to appear overly heroic to the paramedics. “Obviously I didn’t want it to get that far, but he left me with no choice other than to rough him up a bit. Just in case he starts saying some crazy and unbelievable things, please check and make sure about whether he’s concussed or not. I know he hit his head pretty hard against one of the concrete walls while we were fighting,” he continued, giving a light grin and nodding his head towards the duo of workers before flying off to meet his new family.

* * * * *

Just a few minutes later, Darren had traversed the several miles of vast farmland before arriving on the Kent property. Opting to have a bit of time to mentally prepare before encountering his new family, the man made a landing near a large barn and slowly began to prepare to adopt the identity of a sweet father and husband rather than the gritty gang member he once was. After reaching the front door of the house, the brand new Clark Kent took a deep breath before turning the doorknob and walking in.

To his surprise though, the house was completely dead and silent beyond the TV in the living room that was still playing the local news station. “Uh hello,” he said aloud, continuing to walk around and looking for his new family. Instead though, the only thing he saw was a lone plate of food resting on the dinner table while all of the lights remained off. Thinking that his new family may have gone somewhere in town, Darren made his way through the hallways before entering the bedroom that his inherited memories told him was Clark and Lois’ bedroom.

After entering and finding that the room was just as empty as the rest of the house, the imposter took a moment to take in the sights of his new residence before noticing an ajar bathroom door connected to the main bedroom. Eager to get out of this suit and see what his new body looked like, the man eagerly made his way in there and began to undress.

As the suit finally slumped down to the floor and Darren stepped out of it, the man was in awe at just how godly his body looked now. Not only did the superhero opt to wear no underwear beneath the suit so the man was in immediate awe of Clark’s impressive 8.5” cock, but the sight of such a buff physique left Darren quite slack-jawed as well. It was incredible to feel such intense strength buried deep within the thick biceps and firm hairy pecs that he now possessed, so much so that the man’s brand new manhood was immediately hardening in response. Fuck yeah, I can definitely get used to this, the man thought to himself as he used one hand to graze his fingers along the well-defined ripples of his six-pack abs and the other to slowly squeeze the shaft of his new cock.

Before he could get too deep into the fondling though, a sudden flick of a lamp caused Darren’s eyes to widen and turn to face the source of the disturbance. Upon doing so, his eyes suddenly found himself staring at his new wife Lois sitting on her side of the bed and watching with a curious expression. As he observed the woman, Darren’s cock couldn’t help but firm up further due to just how gorgeous she was to him.

“Hmm,” she began, her lips curling into a light smirk as she looked her nude husband up and down. “I presume your trip to the museum went well?” Lois coyly asked, her eyes clearly narrowing in on the rock hard cock that was jutting out and pointing directly at her from across the room.

Attempting to come up with a response, Darren found his words beginning to jumble as he attempted to explain himself. “I- um, yeah the whole trip went great. It took a bit because the intruder was wearing this mechanical suit, but as soon as I got him out of it, it was a piece of cake getting him handed over to the authorities,” he said, his words coming across quite direct and intense due to his inner worry of somehow having Lois figure out that something had happened to her real husband.

Luckily though, Lois seemed to think that nothing was amiss, especially as Darren watched her stand up and slowly make her way over to him. As one hand ran her fingers along Clark’s pecs and twirled his chest hair, Darren found himself gasping as his new wife delicately wrapped her hand around the sizable manhood and began to slowly stroke it.

“Wha- what about the kids,” Darren asked, worried about any possible intruders before he truly gave into his newfound attraction towards the woman and fucked her senseless.

“Oh don’t worry, Jordan’s playing video games in his room while Jonathan is video-chatting with his girlfriend,” Lois purred into Clark’s ear. “There’s nothing to stop us from having a little fun tonight babe,” she continued, which immediately pushed Darren over the edge.

Feeling his attraction reaching its limit, the man put his superhero skills to use as he effortlessly pulled the woman into bed at impressive speeds and tore off the woman’s clothing. As they leaned in and passionately kissed each other, Darren’s bad boy tendencies began to quickly come out in full force.

It started out small, with Lois finding her lip bit by her hunky husband as he tightly gripped onto her breasts and sensually massaged the nipples. To her surprise though, she found the action oddly erotic, so she told Clark to keep going as he finally took a moment to slide his massive cock into her needy pussy. With the man sliding in and out with a surprising amount of force and conviction, the journalist couldn’t help but gasp and moan for Clark to “go harder”.

Luckily, Lois’ imposter husband was more than willing to comply with the request, using his wide hands to grip the back of her skull and pull her into a deep and passionate kiss as he ran his tongue down her throat. When pulling away from those kisses though, the brand new Clark was quick to dive into some dirty talk as he told his wife to beg for his cock and to call herself “daddy’s little cunt” if she wanted him to keep going. To Darren’s surprise though, the journalist was all too willing to allow “Clark” to assert dominance as she begged for more and referred to herself as that kinky nickname. As such, it didn’t take long before Darren reached climax and shot his superhero seed into his brand new wife’s eager pussy.

After finishing up and falling back into bed, Darren couldn’t help but smirk as Lois raved about how great that was and talked about how it felt like he was “a brand new man”. As he chuckled and retorted that the woman had no idea how true she was, the brand new Superman decided to flick off the light and head to bed. With Lois now fully believing that nothing was amiss, Darren was somewhat excited to meet his new children the next day and become a better father to them than the real Clark Kent could ever be!

The Man of Steal

For Superman, it seemed like his desire to enjoy his normal civilian life as Clark Kent was an impossibility. Any time he planned to have any sort of family event with his wife Lois and two sons (be it dinner or a simple trip to the movies), there always seemed to be some sort of interruption from the news that begged for the assistance of the crime-fighting vigilante.

This was proven to be true once again as the Kent family began to assemble for their family dinner. Just as Clark started to help himself to Lois’ home-cooked meal, the television in the living room suddenly went off as a breaking news bulletin appeared. With his innate desire to protect others and save them from danger, the superhero couldn’t stop himself from leaning past the dining room table and taking a closer look at the screen. For several minutes, the man intently listened to what the news reporter had to say. According to that anchor, it appeared as though a museum a few towns over from Smallville had been broken into by a criminal.

When the reporter first brought up the fact that it was one individual stuck in a stand-off with nearby police surrounding the museum, Clark had originally decided to just allow the cops to do their job so he can spend time with his family. But as the news anchor began to include more details about the museum, Clark’s attention was immediately piqued when she stated that the museum had just recently opened an exhibit devoted towards educating everyday individuals about Superman and his home planet Krypton.

As soon as the reporter began to discuss the fact that the museum had a priceless amount of Kryptonian relics on display, Clark gave an apologetic look towards his wife and kids before quietly sitting up and rushing into his bedroom to pull his suit on. The threat of having some criminal get their hands on some Kryptonian equipment rightfully caused Clark to be alarmed. While he dedicated his life towards using these powers for good, Clark was fully aware of how detrimental Kryptonian items could be with others. In fact, it was for these exact reasons that he recalled how he didn’t even offer his blessing towards the museum’s exhibit when they first proposed it to him. Of course, his prediction came true and now he was going to have to fix it before countless people could get hurt! So as he pulled on his suit and took one good look at himself in the mirror, the man wasted no time rushing out of his house before pushing off of the ground and rapidly flying off into the night.

Within a minute, the hero was able to rapidly traverse across several miles of farmland and make his way to the museum. As he quickly made a hero landing onto the concrete road outside of the museum, Superman made his way up to a group of officers to get an up-to-date report about what had occurred so far. According to the head officer in charge, the unknown criminal had accidentally tripped a security laser upon breaking into the museum. With the assistance of drones that could look through the glass atrium in the middle of the museum, the police were able to determine that the man was working alone yet heavily armed with an armored suit and a high-grade weapon. As such, a stand-off was afoot with the police attempting to convince the man to surrender and prevent anyone from getting hurt. Unfortunately though, these talks had quickly stalled and the criminal refused to surrender, instead deciding to further barricade himself deeper into the museum.

Given the tough situation that the police were in, Superman was quick to offer his services due to his skill set and innate bulletproof skin. Although there were a few officers there who gave him sneers and angrily told him off for “invading their turf”, the Smallville resident tried his best to remain positive and cheerful in order to help bring another criminal to justice. Luckily, the chief in charge of the operation got his men in line and gave the superhero the go-ahead to help remedy the situation. After giving a slight nod in the chief’s direction, Superman levitated himself back into the air before flying up to the top of the several stories high museum.

Upon setting himself back onto stable ground, Superman quickly traversed across the museum’s metal roof until he approached the glass dome in the middle of the museum atrium. As he peered around, it didn’t take long before he saw the criminal walking around in the bulky armored suit. Not wanting to inform the man of his arrival though, Clark opted to quickly use his laser vision to cut out a portion of the window so he could slyly sneak through the hole to surprise the villain. Upon doing so and quietly setting the portion aside, the hero carefully squeezed his bulky and muscular physique through the cut-out section of the glass. Once he was through, the hero slowly levitated his way down to the ground floor and hid for a moment to conjure up a game plan.

As he quickly looked around, Clark decided to sneak attack the man with a high-speed collision to hopefully disarm him and destroy his suit so he could be easily apprehended and delivered to the police. Narrowing his eyes and taking a moment to prepare himself, the man then wasted no time as he flew at top speed and his body crashed through the long aisles of museum displays. Before the criminal could even turn to look at the source of the noise, the hero’s extended arms immediately collided with the metal suit and easily pushed him against the wall. But given Superman’s extreme strength, that wasn’t all as the force of his movement caused the duo to crash through the concrete wall before Clark gripped onto the collar of the suit and threw the man to the ground.

While the confused criminal grimaced and groaned from the impact, Clark wasted no time tugging off the suit piece by piece until the villain was left in nothing but his normal clothing. Upon peering down to examine the culprit behind the robbery though, Clark found himself shocked to see that the man’s appearance was quite unusual. Most of the villains he faced were these imposing figures who had bodies that were packed to the brim with a musculature that could rival Superman’s own physique. But looking down, Clark instead found a man who had no sort of muscle definition or impressive physical features.

Taking a look at the man’s overall physique, Clark was baffled to find that the criminal was stuck with fragile-looking arms and legs that seemed to indicate that he would be tired from even a simple jog down a street block. The man seemed young, yet with his high hairline and partial balding, Clark presumed that the man was in his mid to late 30s. To make matters worse for the man, the criminal’s pale white face and body was also ravaged with a vast array of scarring and tattoos that caused Clark to surmise that he was some sort of low-level gang member. Despite the gang affiliation though, it seemed like the poor man had been unable to pack on any muscle and was instead treated like a punching bag and guinea pig by the higher-level members based on the intense scarring that resembled knife cuts.

As the man began to stir back into consciousness, Clark opted to try and take a more gentle approach with the criminal. Clearly the man posed no physical threat to him, so he tried to be as delicate as possible upon extending a hand towards the man and quickly pulling him up to his feet. With the man looking around in pure horror as he saw his unsuited self and Superman’s imposing body, Clark tried his best to calm the man’s nerves and indicate that he had no desire to hurt him further.

“Hey, don’t worry, no more fighting needs to happen tonight. Given the threat level of that suit you were wearing, I just had to disarm you as fast as I could and figure out who was operating it,” he calmly said, looking down at the frail individual and trying his best to give a reassuring smile. “So, what’s your name?” Clark inquired, trying his best to form a connection to the criminal. In many ways, the frail and anxious man reminded Clark of his own son Jordan. Clark’s relationship with Jordan was currently strained at the moment, so the superhero father felt a strange desire to view the criminal as a stand-in for his son and thus try and be a positive influence to help the man change his life and be the best version of himself he could possibly be. If he was able to successfully do this for the criminal, Clark was hopeful that he could replicate the same thing with Jordan and fully reconnect so they could be as close as they once were.

Although the criminal remained tense and quite uncomfortable being in the hero’s presence, he eventually decided to answer Superman’s inquiry. “It’s Darren,” he said, a thick midwestern accent coming from his throat.

“Gotcha, well it’s nice to meet you then Darren. I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances, but alas here we are,” Clark said, finishing his sentence with a heavy sigh. “Your plan though, it’s over now Darren. I don’t know what you were trying to do here tonight, but let’s just end this now so no one has to get hurt in the process. Alright?”

After silently nodding his head in agreement, Darren shifted his head down in apparent shame as he slowly began to make his way back into the main atrium of the museum. As he passed through the large hole into the concrete wall though, the criminal opted to continue speaking once more. “I was just trying to get some quick cash to help pay for my mom’s hospital bills. She’s not doing good and I don’t have the money to keep paying for her tests,” he solemnly said, causing Clark behind him to frown in sadness.

Despite his innate desire to bring criminals to justice, Clark couldn’t help but feel severe empathy for the man. It seemed as though all avenues of Darren’s life led to disappointment and struggle, so it was no wonder why the man had no other option to resort to a life of crime! As such, Clark’s warm heart left him eager to try and help fix one aspect of Darren’s hard life.

“You know, I actually know some people who work at Metropolis General Hospital,” he began, tilting his head and looking down towards the captured criminal with a light smile. “If you wanted, I could definitely pull some strings and help get some of your mother’s tests covered for fr-” he continued, the words unexpectedly being interrupted as a sudden impact into Clark’s gut caused him to stop speaking. As he watched Darren pull his elbow back up away from his stomach, Clark’s eyes widened. The man had truly just said anything so he could get Clark’s defenses down and try to make an escape!

Watching as the man quickly fled on foot through the museum, Clark’s eyes began to rapidly redden due to the intense rage he felt about being tricked. Although he felt no pain from the impact due to his general invincibility, he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed about being so easily fooled. But rather than allowing his laser vision to come out in full force and quickly stop Darren in his tracks, Clark mentally pulled back due to the fear of accidentally killing the man. Instead, he stood back up onto his feet, dusted off his dusty shoulders, and pushed off the ground to begin flying towards the still-sprinting criminal.

Given his rapid speed, it didn’t take long before Superman was catching up to Darren. To be fair though, the task was fairly easy for Superman as Darren’s frantic clumsiness had caused him to stumble over the tipped over display cases and trip over the various artifacts that those cases had once held. As he extended his arms out in hopes of quickly capturing the man now lying on the ground, Clark was eager to get the standoff over with so he could return back to his family before they finished dinner. While he thought about what he was going to do once he was back home on his farm, the man was unaware of Darren’s quick motion towards grabbing a hefty rock that had been held in one of the cases. In fact, he only ever picked up on this face as Darren turned towards to face Clark and immediately slammed the superhero in the side of the head with the artifact.

As a momentary pain rushed through Clark’s head, he quickly moved back to an upright position and stood back onto the ground so he was directly above the criminal who was still lying on the ground. However, as he waited for the pain to fade away, the hero was quickly overcome by a severe tingling sensation throughout his entire body. With this sensation rushing through his body, the man’s many years of crime-fighting and battles with intergalactic foes came back to the forefront of his mind. Bizarrely, the feeling felt both familiar yet incredibly foreign at the same time.

So as Clark directed his attention back to the criminal, his eyes quickly began to widen as he saw what had become of the artifact that had hit him. Instead of the blunt and gray rock that he had felt smashed against his face, it appeared as though his angular jawline had actually caused parts of the rock to crumble! By doing so, it appeared that a special Kryptonian artifact had revealed itself to be hidden within the rock - a small piece of red kryptonite!

Immediately, the tingling sensation that he felt began to make sense. Although he hadn’t ever experienced the effects of red kryptonite for himself, his extensive research about his home planet caused him to immediately recall some basic information about the rock type. The rock itself had a wide array of effects on Kryptonians according to his own research, but all of the examples Clark had read made it abundantly clear that this was a terrible type to encounter. As such, the man tried his best to reason with the criminal and get him to set the rock down.

“Hey, you got a good lick in there huh,” Clark inquired with a chuckle, rubbing his temple where the rock had made an impact as he returned back to standing on the ground. “Now let’s not do anything stupid here Darren. That rock isn’t safe for me, and by default, that means it’s not safe for you as well. So just toss it aside and I’ll forget all about this little outburst of yours!”

However, the criminal refused to agree to those terms, instead rushing directly towards Superman with a deranged and enraged expression on his face. Preparing to just stand tall and immediately disarm the man, Clark angrily scowled while putting his hands on his hips. Watching as the man gripped the rock in his right hand, Clark waited for the man to be in close enough proximity for him to hit him and cause him to drop the rock. With him now only a foot away, Clark immediately jumped into action as he lifted up his arm and immediately brought it down on Darren’s outstretched right arm. As expected, Clark breathed a sigh of relief as the rock quickly slipped out of his grasp and began to fall towards the floor. Unfortunately though, Darren apparently had quick reflexes, as he was able to reach out his left hand and quickly capture the kryptonite once more. Before Clark could fully comprehend the swapping between hands, the superhero suddenly felt the pressure of the rock make an impact against his broad chest.

Understandably, Superman feared the wild card nature of the rock’s power and thus instinctively pushed out his arms in order to make contact with Darren’s torso and send him flying away from him. However, as the motion was completed, both men were suddenly overcome with a dizzying sensation that rendered them momentarily with a full-body numbness and an inability to see. As both of these things made their return to Clark though, the man was suddenly shocked as an intense full-body pain coursed through his body as his back suddenly made impact against a concrete wall.

Grimacing as he slid down the museum’s wall, Clark let out a deep groan after his crumpled body made an impact onto the glass-covered floor. As he gingerly tried to sit himself back up, the sudden sounds of a deep bellowing gasp and chuckle caused Clark to grow alarmed. Peeling open his eyelids to finally take a look around the destroyed museum once more, Clark directed his attention towards the source of the noise. Upon doing so though, the superhero was immediately shocked to find himself somehow staring at his own smiling body!

Looking down in an extreme mix of confusion and fear, Clark gasped in shock as he looked down and now found himself looking at Darren’s own frail, pale, and scarred body. “Wha- how did this happen,” he cried out, notably triggered by the thick and surprisingly deep Midwestern accent coming out of his mouth. “That damn kryptonite, it must have swapped our bodies Darren!” Upon turning towards the imposter inside his body though, Clark immediately shivered in fear as that alarmingly wide smile remained stuck on his former face. Watching as the imposter cockily swaggered towards him, the superhero was shocked as the real Darren began to speak once more.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about buddy, I’m Superman!”

A Year In Review

In hopes of celebrating my third year of writing transformation content, I thought it would be fun to do another post recognizing the top-ten performing stories on Tumblr along with a few personal favorites from my Patreon page.

Quick Note: This page has been a bit barren in terms of content this year and I apologize for that. I aim to try and post a bit more frequently with more lengthy stories in 2024 once I finally get settled into my new job and all of my real life stressors start to become a bit more manageable!

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The Top Ten Tumblr Stories of 2023

1. Together Forever - 622 Notes

2. Learning A Valuable Lesson - 487 Notes

3. Dad, Be Careful What You Wish For... - 402 Notes

4. Influencing The Influencer - 399 Notes

5. The Ten-Millionth Like - 321 Notes

6. Learning A Valuable Lesson II - 295 Notes

7. The Baseball Team's Newest Switch-Hitter - 285 Notes

8. The Baseball Team's Newest Switch-Hitter II - 267 Notes

9. Influencing The Influencer II - 267 Notes

10. Influencing The Influencer III - 225 Notes

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My Top Five Patreon Stories of 2023

1. The Do-Over

2. S-C Escapes: Austria

3. The Leader of Talokan

4. Working His Body(Suit)

5. Putting The Fear In McPherson

13. What excites you about TF?

Honestly, it's the endless possibilities of it all. Creativity is your greatest asset when it comes to writing or even reading a transformation story in terms of envisioning how it could go. Like sure muscle growth and jock transformations are the primary interest of readers based on what I've gotten in terms of feedback from my followers, but there's endless other transformation subgenres like gender swaps (a personal favorite to write), age progression, weight gain, daddification (another recent favorite of mine), inanimate, and so much more!

Although people may not always get the kink of it all, I think that without a doubt no one can say that we're not quite creative for pondering the "what ifs" in the most unlikely scenarios.

27. If you could transform one person into anything you wanted, who would you change and into what?

This weekend was absolutely killer on my back and shoulders from doing tons of load-outs at work, so first up on the priority list would be to transform someone into a hunky personal masseuse to help take care of the tension I'm feeling because I'm SORE.

Patreon Summary (August - October '23)

Hey there everyone, here's a summary of the stuff I've released on Patreon over the last few months. Apologies for the delay in posting them, my life has been super hectic because of mental health reasons on top of looking for a new job and doing grad school applications! 

If any of the following stories intrigue you, please feel free to click on the title so you can sign up for the appropriate tier to read it! I’d love to have you join my Patreon and my Discord community, where you can view exclusive photo captions every month.

To Protect and Swap

Resident Evil: Persona

Working His Body(Suit) [Complete Five-Part Series]

Vault Story: A Change of Pace

Vault Story: Intercepted!

Vault Story: Jurassic World: Owen's Solo Mission

The Do-Over

Mac Jones' Revenge

Putting The Fear In McPherson

Who Should Be Transformed Next?

Hey there everyone! Recently I’ve been struggling to make any progress on this middle-aged mechanic transformation novella I’ve been working on, so I’m looking to do something different and hopefully circle back to it later and finally finish it. Luckily, I’ve got a treasure trove of ideas that I can move onto… but I’ve got so many I can’t decide! 

As a result, I wanted to make a little poll and have both my Patrons and Tumblr followers vote for the next story so I can have an outside perspective help narrow things down a bit. To make things interesting, I‘ve made a little collage that highlights the Midjourney art I created that reveals the end results of the top six transformations I want to write.

A Bostick Family Halloween

It was Halloween night and while most kids and adults were out on the town enjoying the festivities, Marty Bostick was sitting at home. Given his age of 54, the hard-working laborer and divorcée was far too exhausted from a long day at work to really go out anywhere. This ended up being totally fine though because several of his co-workers and best friends felt the same way and thus decided to just drive to Marty’s place and have some drinks while watching some TV together. Although it was certainly a far cry from the old high school parties he was used to attending on Halloween night decades prior, Marty still was thankful to have some friends to spend the night with given the fact that his son Dylan was out of the house.

Just thinking of Dylan was enough to make the perpetually dour man perk up. Although he certainly had many regrets in his life such as dropping out of college and growing lax on his workout regime until he had a fairly obese physique, the birth of his son was the only thing he was truly proud of. Despite how much of a lost cause Marty felt like he was, he was somehow able to help mold a son that was a stand-up man in almost all regards. Not only was the man incredibly cheerful and sweet despite his imposingly muscular physique, Dylan also had an impressive career as a police officer in town. While there were countless bad seeds in the force that continued to get exposed throughout the country, it appeared as though Dylan was not one of those guys as everyone in town universally adored and respected him.

As such, it was no surprise to Marty then that Dylan had been invited as a special guest for the big Halloween party run by the mayor. Given how much he cared for and adored his son though, it very much felt like a slap in the face that he wasn’t invited to be Dylan’s plus-one for the party. Although it made sense that the officer opted to invite his girlfriend to the event given the fact that the couple had already planned out costumes as Tim McGraw and Faith Hill, it was still a rather brutal blow to Marty’s low self-esteem as his mind just jumped to the conclusion that his son was embarrassed to be around him.

So with this in mind as he was stuck in his house drinking, Marty’s mental state very quickly shifted into extreme moods of both sadness and anger as his words further slurred. As such, the man’s friends opted to hopefully lighten the mood via a simple game of truth or dare. Despite how childish of an idea it was, Marty quickly came around to the concept and thus eagerly agreed to play.

For the next hour or so then, the group of three took turns asking each other increasingly personal questions or daring them to do a fun and reckless activity for the group’s amusement. Given the increased drunkenness due to them taking a shot after each round finished, it quickly became clear that the truth questions were getting increasingly personal as the men became unfiltered. In fact, one of the men in the group had even dropped a bombshell revelation of a long-time yet secret affair that he had been having with his neighbor. Due to this fear of getting a deeply personal question, Marty opted to go for a dare when his turn finally came. Unfortunately though, the dare that he received from his closest friend instantly caused Marty to be reminded of the slight jealousy he felt towards his son.

“I dare you tooooo… put on your son’s police uniform!”

Despite his slight anxiety about possibly ruining his son’s uniform from the dare due to his larger size and the intense jealousy he felt towards Dylan, Marty’s inebriated status mixed with a little bit of peer pressure caused him to push aside those intruding thoughts and accept the dare. Now with a task that required him to get off of his wide recliner, the man grunted and groaned as he pushed down the leg rest and used the momentum to forcefully propel himself to his feet. After taking a step and almost toppling over, the obese man took a moment to steady his feet before finally stumbling his way down the hallway until he reached Dylan’s bedroom.

Upon turning the door handle and pushing his way in, Marty’s eyes traversed around the fairly cluttered and messy bedroom. It was due to this sight that the father had a momentary flashback to his son’s upbringing. Even despite Dylan fully becoming an adult and highly-respected man, he still kept his bedroom looking just like it did when he was in high school. After this brief trip down memory lane, Marty recalled the fact that this was the first time he had entered his son’s room in years. Ever since he had graduated high school and went into the police force, the man mentally vowed to stop treating his son like a little kid and allowed him to have this space all to himself. Now here he was, breaking his privacy oath for a stupid dare! What Dylan won’t know won’t hurt him, Marty thought to himself as he decided to step further into the bedroom and make his way towards Dylan’s closet.

Luckily, Marty didn’t have to search far for his son’s uniform because it was the second thing he saw while searching through the hanged-up clothing. Grabbing onto the uniform and pulling it out, hanger and all, Marty quickly made his way into Dylan’s adjoined bathroom and shut the door. Upon taking just a singular look in the mirror and witnessing his weathered face and wide, chubby frame, the man turned away from the mirror as he hung the hanger on the door knob and began to disrobe.

After taking a moment to pull off his 3XL graphic tee commemorating a NASCAR race he had gone to several years back along with the mesh shorts that he wore when lounging around his house, the man found himself nearly nude besides the unflattering tighty whities around his wide ass and miniscule crotch.

Despite knowing that the uniform would surely not fit his body given the fact that Dylan was much leaner despite his muscular physique, Marty continued forward with his dare. He unbuttoned the shirt from the hanger, struggling momentarily due to the pudgy and less nimble fingers he had. After finally getting the buttons undone, Marty tried his best to put it on. Although he was able to successfully pull the shirt in through each sleeve (which was quite shocking given the struggle his wide and flabby arms had fitting through the tight sleeves), this was the best he could do as his gut prevented him from fully buttoning up the shirt. Moving his arms as he continued to attempt to use the shirt to cover up as much as his upper torso as possible, the man groaned as the tight sleeves felt as if they were sausage casings squeezing his bulky upper arms.

Eager to just get this dare over with so he can feel comfortable once more, Marty’s attention shifted back to the hanger as he grabbed the pants. Given how wide he was, he already knew in advance that it would be a difficult task to pull the pants up his legs without somehow tearing the fabric. Luckily though, there was no problem pulling them through his feet and up past his calves, which was the cause of a well-deserved sigh of relief for Marty. Now that this was complete though, the real test began when it came to his thighs and waist. Unsurprisingly as a result, the man soon found that the fabric was unable to move much further beyond his calves. Turning to look in the mirror caused the man’s lips to curl downwards in pure disgust due to just how ill-fitting the uniform was. Given how wide and flabby his thunder thighs were, his pants were unable to go past his knees. When taking this into account along with the ill-fitting shirt that was unable to be fully worn and buttoned up to the hefty flabby gut he had, Marty found himself on the verge of tears due to just how disgusting he felt.

Unable to look at himself any further in this outfit due to how self-conscious he was, Marty prepared to pull off the uniform and go back to his friends. If they dared to question him, he could just simply bring out the uniform and showcase just how big he was in comparison to the outfit. There was absolutely no way that he was going to go out there nearly nude in this outfit!

However, just as he grabbed onto the front edge of one panel of the unbuttoned shirt fabric, a loud POP filled the room and caused Marty to gasp in shock. Looking around, the man expected to see a blown light bulb due to the noise, but there was no indication of any shattered glass or disturbance. Everything somehow looked exactly the same as it had when he first walked into the bathroom. As his eyes slowly made a passing glance at his mirror though, Marty suddenly realized that statement wasn’t true as he stopped himself to take note of his reflection. Given how firm and wide his gut was, the fabric of the unbuttoned shirt had been unable to go anywhere further than from his sides. However, now as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, it seemed as though his gut was somehow… shrinking?

Continuing to stare into the mirror in confusion, the man watched as his upper half was suddenly losing his flabby heft like a deflating balloon. While his gut was the most prominent area to lose mass as his stomach was going from a firm ball gut to a light flabby lower torso, there were several other areas of his upper body that were losing years worth of flab. As a result, in just mere seconds Marty had gained a flat chest while his neck thinned out and his arms turned twig-like.

Although this was certainly more than enough to make the man happy, Marty’s body wasn’t seemingly done changing yet as a warmth suddenly began to spread through his arms, chest, and stomach. Before his eyes, Marty watched as this warmth gave way to a brand new addition to his physique - muscles! Slowly but surely, the sleeves of Dylan’s outfit were getting tight on Marty’s upper arms, but instead of flab this time, it was due to the sudden growth of wider shoulders and some prominent biceps. Looking down in awe, Marty couldn’t resist lifting his arms up and flexing for his own amusement in the mirror. He had no idea what was happening, but he surely wasn’t complaining whatsoever. If wearing his son’s police uniform was going to somehow turn him into a full-blown hunk, so be it!

Despite his desire to watch his pecs and abs grow into existence, filling out Dylan’s uniform was a sudden yet arousing concept that popped into Marty’s head. As such, the dad used his now-thinner fingers to move with haste as he quickly buttoned up the shirt and watched the magic continue. Luckily, he was able to finish in time to watch as a firm pectoral shelf pushed forth against the shirt along with the sudden emergence of a six-pack that clung to the fabric as if to demand the attention of anyone who dared to look at him.

With his upper torso now completely changed into that of a gym rat, the sudden re-emergence of the loud popping noise informed Marty that the erasure of his flab was beginning once more. As such, the man smirked to himself as he watched his meaty thighs deflate along with his wide yet misshapen ass. With the roadblocks of his flabby thighs now out of the way, Marty quickly grabbed onto the waistband of Dylan’s pants and pulled them back up to continue their journey up his legs and allow him to fully wear the outfit. Upon making it to his waist, Marty quickly tucked his shirt in to match what he had seen Dylan do before zipping up his pants and fully fastening Dylan’s belt around his now much slimmer waist.

With this now completed, the muscle growth towards Marty’s malnourished-looking bottom half quickly began its process. Instead of a flabby and flat ass, two firm bowling ball sized ass-cheeks manifested that firmly filled out the back of Dylan’s pants with ease. Just taking a few steps around the cramped bathroom caused Marty to get his first experience with such a thick ass that wobbled and bounced… although with power now rather than pathetic flab.

While he was too busy admiring his new ass, the changes continued to progress further down his legs as his pencil-shaped manhood grew in all directions until it filled out the crotch of his pants. This was also furthered by the man’s balls increasing in size until they resembled golf balls. Moving further down, his calves bulked up while his feet grew several sizes larger, a change that appeared as though the universe was making sure Marty could easily run long distances on the off-chance that he had to pursue a perp on foot.

Although it seemed as though his transformation into a muscular police officer was complete, the sudden tingling throughout Marty’s arms, chest, and back revealed otherwise. Directing his attention to his arms caused Marty to realize a startling fact. While he at first thought that the uniform was turning him into a hunky version of himself, the sudden appearance of tattoos manifesting along his arms caused the man to realize that this wasn’t true. He was actually turning into a duplicate of his son! So as he watched the ink continue to spread through his arms to perfectly match Dylan’s own tattoos, the tingling across his chest and back also informed him of the fact that he was gaining Dylan’s full back tattoo and ink along his pecs.

Continuing to look in the mirror with an expression of pure disbelief, it didn’t take long before he noticed that his facial features were shifting to match Dylan. As he lost his double chin and his cheeks were drained of their puffiness, Marty witnessed his chin grow more pointed as his jawline also cracked and altered to become much more angular. While his lips thinned and his teeth altered to become perfectly in-line due to Dylan’s orthodontic work throughout the years, the man’s rounded and bulbous nose shifted to a more prominent and pointed shape that felt innately more masculine. With each passing blink, his eyes shifted from a muddy brown to a light blue that were infamous for getting the girls to fall for the young officer. Smiling as he watched his balding hair suddenly reappear and darken to match his son’s own color and style, Marty savored the sight of his wrinkle-free visage and the prominent dimples around his now-stubbled cheeks. Although it was bizarre to observe how his son looks, it was clear that Marty had helped create an absolute stud!

With this sudden boost to his confidence, it wasn’t much of a shock that Marty found himself spending several more minutes in the mirror flexing his muscles and testing out countless facial expressions. Of course, throughout the man provided his best commentary about how shocking and crazy the whole situation was, which in turn caused his bulge to grow rock hard and throb due to how he now spoke with Dylan’s deep and booming voice. Although Marty himself had a similar country twang to his voice, it didn’t even come close to matching the deep bass that Dylan spoke with, so it was quite a welcome change for Marty. Surely with a voice like this, he’d have no problem getting people to listen to him and respect his orders!

Despite the fact that Marty could have spent hours alone in that bathroom, the reminder of the dare caused the man to recall that there were two other people waiting out there for his return. Given how bizarre the situation had become upon trying on Dylan’s outfit, the man couldn’t help but smile as he walked out to see what the duo thought in terms of the aftermath of the dare…

However, as soon as he returned and made his grand reveal to the group, the two men instinctively just said “Hey Dylan” and began to make small talk by asking about how life in the force had been treating him. No matter how hard he tried to convince the duo that he was really Marty though, they refused to believe such an incredible and fantastical story. Although he could certainly understand that, the man was also slightly peeved about how hard-headed his middle-aged friends were. As such, the man just opted to “stop the charade” with the group and pretend to be the real Dylan. Upon weaving a story that involved him discovering “Dad” wasted on the bathroom floor and then putting him to bed, Marty was relieved to see that the duo then quickly decided to make their leave from his house.

Now with the house to himself, Marty couldn’t help but return to the mirror and continue flexing and admiring the musculature that he had never had before. As he stood there in the bathroom and felt the innate power that was contained within each of Dylan’s muscular limbs, the father realized he was correct for being so jealous of his son. It wasn’t fair in the slightest that he felt like a miserable piece of shit most days while Dylan got to feel so powerful and manly nonstop!

So as he continued to flex in the mirror for the next hour or so, the man was having a blast. However, all of that changed when he heard the sound of the front door closing. Now realizing that Dylan had returned home and he was stuck in Dylan’s bathroom while with an exact copy of his son’s body, Marty tried his best to come up with a plan to get away scot-free with the transformation he had undergone. Given the fact that he was still in the midst of coming up with a plan, the man soon found himself having to improvise as he heard the sound of Dylan walking into his bedroom.

Trying his best to keep quiet ultimately failed as he heard Dylan’s voice bring up the fact that the bathroom light was on for some reason. Upon quickly yet delicately ducking behind the glass shower door, Marty tried his best to keep quiet as he could hear Dylan’s footsteps growing louder as he stepped foot into the bathroom. Although he was fearful of what was going to happen, Marty’s desire to explore the town with Dylan’s body had him suddenly acting quite bold. Before he knew what he was doing, Marty was suddenly rushing out of the shower and running up on the police officer. Upon latching onto Dylan’s back, Marty suddenly put his brand new physique to use by wrapping his burly arm around his son’s neck and using the combination of his wide forearm and bulging bicep to slowly choke out his son.

Understandably, Dylan immediately jumped to defend himself by backing the attacker against the wall in hopes of knocking the wind out of him. Unfortunately for Dylan, Marty stayed firmly clasped around his neck. As they continued to bounce around the tiny bathroom like a pinball due to the ongoing struggle, this soon led to a startling revelation for Dylan as he looked up into the bathroom mirror and saw that a perfect copy of himself was attacking him. Even weirder was the fact that this duplicate was decked out in his police uniform!

“Wha- what the fuck?! Who are you? WHAT are you?!” Dylan cried out, his voice getting more and more frantic with each word spoken.

But soon, no more words were uttered by Dylan as the struggle continued once more. Marty didn’t want to risk having his night ruined by Dylan somehow breaking free and rushing to reveal the truth, so the man was left with no other choice but to fully choke out his son until he was unconscious. Despite Dylan having the same exact physique as his attacker, the man’s attempts to pull his doppelganger’s arm away from his neck were in vain as he ultimately lost consciousness and slumped down towards the floor.

Upon letting go and checking his son’s pulse to make sure that he was still alive, Marty couldn’t resist chuckling as he grabbed his son’s hefty body and dragged him into the bedroom. With no other available options, he decided to just throw him onto the bed. “I’m sorry kiddo, but the night’s still young and I don’t want to miss any fun. I need to go and enjoy this body while I have it,” Marty said with a cocky smirk as he swaggered his way away from the bed and looked down at his unconscious son.

Surely Dylan would wake up in shock and thus thrash and scream due to the shock of both being tied up and attacked by a duplicate of himself, so Marty tried his best to prepare for that. Upon grabbing some socks and a bandana from Dylan’s drawer, Marty quickly stuffed the unconscious man’s mouth with the sock before tying the bandana around his head to prevent him from making too much noise by removing the sock.

Once this was done, Marty quickly realized that he needed to tie the man down somewhere to prevent him from escaping the bedroom and revealing to the town that Marty wasn’t the real Dylan. As such, a quick trip into his garage led the father to bring into the bedroom some rope and a metal folding chair. Upon opening the folding chair, Marty grabbed his son’s bulky body and placed him into it before using the rope and his Boy Scouts knowledge to firmly tie Dylan to the chair and bind his wrists together so he could not escape.

Upon finishing tying up the man and verifying that the knots and bandana ball-gag were in place, Marty’s lips pulled back into a victorious grin as he realized that he had truly gotten away with stealing his son’s body for the night. With the thought of using Dylan’s body to get wasted and hopefully find someone to hook up with, Marty didn’t allow himself too much time to savor his successful plan. Instead, he quickly headed back into the bathroom to make sure he looked presentable. Once in there, Marty took a second to slick back his hair before smiling at his own reflection and flexing his biceps against the tight sleeve of his police uniform. Upon making sure that his outfit was still looking great on his body, Marty took a moment to psych himself up and adopt Dylan’s usual wide stance before sauntering out to the bedroom once more and heading towards the front door of the house.

As he made his way out to the hallway and began to close the bedroom door though, a sudden popping noise caught Marty’s attention. Ducking his head back in and verifying that his son was still unconscious and tied up to the chair, the man shrugged his shoulders before finally making his way out of the house and getting into his pickup truck to enjoy a wild night out on the town as the city’s hottest cop…

Unfortunately, if Marty had paid more attention and fully checked on his son, he would have realized that the source of the noise was from a button of Dylan’s shirt. Somehow, it appeared as though the inverse transformation was happening to Dylan as his lower torso was growing more and more flabby. With the tattoos suddenly fading away from his skin as his hair began to both recede and fall out of his scalp, it became clear that Dylan was somehow turning into a replacement version of his older and overweight father. Luckily, Marty had left some slack in the restraints, because it would certainly be quite necessary by the time the man shifted into the 300-lbs Marty…

* * * * *

Upon getting home just after 3 AM, Marty stumbled his way through his house while pulling off Dylan’s uniform. Due to living in a small town, the man knew exactly where the best spots for Halloween partying were. So upon arriving at the local bar that was frequented by the majority of the cops in town, it wasn’t long before the afterparty began now that the town’s hunky cop had finally made it. As such, it didn’t take long before Marty was breaking out of his reserved shell and becoming the life of the party. Given his son’s smaller yet hunkier size, it took even less time to get the man fully wasted to the point where he was stumbling around and sloppily flirting with countless women. In fact, he was getting so comfortable and cocky within Dylan’s body that he even took one girl out deep in the woods behind the bar to passionately fuck her. Although it was an erotic experience in general to be so openly sexual, it was even hotter to hear Marty hear the woman passionately moan Dylan’s name and loudly beg for him to go both faster and harder.

In the aftermath of this, Marty felt completely free and liberated from any real imposter syndrome. If he was able to convince both fellow officers and a gorgeous woman that he was the hunky officer Dylan Bostick, then he could easily fool everyone into believing that he was the real Dylan! As such, this led to Marty growing more and more talkative and outgoing. In fact, the man was growing so confident that he even did some strip poker with some of Dylan’s police buddies and felt no shame pulling off his clothes and showing off Dylan’s muscular physique to both his male partners and their girlfriends.

But despite how much fun he had, the reminder of work the next morning caused Marty to finally call it and return home so he could get as much sleep as possible. Not only was his job super early at the factory, but he also needed to wake up even earlier so he could go back to his old body and untie Dylan! So after finally stripping into just those now loose and baggy white underwear and falling into bed, it wasn’t long before Marty had completely passed out and filled the room with Dylan’s infamous snoring.

Now with both men now fast asleep, their dreams couldn’t help but focus further on the events of Halloween. While Marty was certainly having the best possible dream finding himself inside his hunky son’s body and continuing to live his life as a local town celebrity as the hottest cop around, Dylan was flailing around in his chair while having the nightmare of being ruthlessly attacked by his doppelganger. Unfortunately for Dylan though, waking up the next morning would provide further horror as he’d find himself in possession of his father’s obese older body rather than his hunky one. In more ways than one, Marty would find himself in for a treat with his brand new and permanent life as a hunky cop while Dylan would suffer as an older obese factory worker via a trick carried out by both the universe and his very own father that had severely backfired…

23. Clothes ripping as the transformation progresses, or changing to match?

I'm always a fan of clothes ripping during a transformation (either whenever I'm writing or reading a story). Depending on the situation behind the changes, the clothes then may or may not change and reform to match a character's new size and build. If the purpose of the transformation is revenge or some type of punishment, it's great when a character is left embarrassed in their tattered clothing regardless of if they're left incredibly muscular or chubby.

26. Inflation?

Given the stuff I usually write, I'm just going to view this question as one about weight gain - which is something I absolutely LOVE when it comes to transformation content. In fact, many of the future novellas I plan on writing involve transformations involving both weight gain and age progression. Although writing jock transformations can be fun every once in a while, I've gotten a bit burnt out on it so the concept of switching it up via WG and AP is really appealing. Plus, I think it's only fair that every character gets to become their ideal chubby or hunky DILF forms!

28. Someone transforms you… what do they do with you after?

Well, I guess that depends on what the transformation is, wouldn't you say? Whether it's muscle growth, age progression, weight gain, or even inanimate, I suppose the ball is solely in the transformer's court in terms of what they'd want to do to me. As a result, I've got no other options besides dealing with whatever they're doing...

Spellbook Shenanigans

Hey there everyone! Just wanted to take a moment to reveal that I've just released my first ever novella on Ko-Fi to coincide with Halloween.

In this over 10k-word story, an average man and his jock roommate mess around with an ancient spellbook that transforms their lives in ways they didn't expect. If you're a fan of twinkification, age progression, weight gain, and sexuality changes, I think you'll be a big fan of this story!

For those interested in purchasing, please feel free to click the link below and it will take you to my Ko-Fi shop (where I'll be posting a plenty of other stories in the future).

Thank you to anyone who reads this post and purchases Spellbook Shenanigans, I genuinely appreciate it and all of the support you give. Things are really rough right now as I'm trying to find a new job, so any purchases I can get for this will be extremely appreciated!

The Birthday Wish

As Bryce arrived home from a belated birthday celebration with some friends, the 5’11” man was understandably confused by the large birthday cake sitting on his front doorstep. While he certainly didn’t mind getting any late birthday gifts, Bryce was unsure who could have been responsible for the cake. He had just spent the evening out with his entire friend group, so the identity behind the mysterious cake only confused the man further. 

But as he grabbed the cake and unlocked his door, he soon found some relief in a small envelope taped to the side of the box. Upon setting the cake down on his counter, the recently turned 37-year-old was quick to snatch the envelope and pull out the card within it. “Here’s to a life-changing birthday Bryce! Make sure that you make a wish, you never know if it could come true… ;)” the card read, signed off with the name Nate, which caused Bryce to finally connect some dots. For days now, his online friend Nate had vowed to send him a birthday gift, but given his friend’s scatterbrained mind, Bryce hadn’t really expected anything to come from his friend given the fact that he had lived on the other side of the country. But while Bryce thought it was sweet that his online friend had found the time to send him a gift, he found himself now having more questions rather than answers, with the main one being in regards to how Nate was able to find out Bryce’s address. 

While he was certainly planning on asking all of his questions to his friend as soon as he got back onto his computer, there was a perfectly good cake demanding his attention and he was not willing to wait a second longer! So as he quickly flicked on the TV in his living room and switched the channel to ESPN to catch up on the highlights of the day, the man searched around his kitchen for a lighter. Giving a smile to himself after finding one, the man finally began to light the numbered candles as he watched the game highlights and tried to figure out his perfect wish. 

To Bryce’s both relief and joy, the TV revealed that one of his favorite teams (the Los Angeles Rams) had an impressive game, beating the New York Giants by an incredibly wide margin. Although there were many hunks in the NFL, Bryce constantly found himself impressed by (and jealous of) all of the hotness in the Rams locker room. Not only did the team have some of the man’s biggest athletic crushes, such as Cooper Kupp and Aaron Donald, but the team was led by his favorite head coach Sean McVay. 

While there were some clear differences between himself and Sean, Bryce loved most of all the fact that he was now the same age as his favorite coach. At 37 years old, Sean was in peak physical form while leading the Rams to be a strong contender in the NFC West division. Sure, all of the money and the respect he inherited from the position was admirable and something Bryce longed for himself, but none of that compared to the man’s impressive body. 

With a strong nose and stubble that seemed to be permanently stuck in a 5 o’clock shadow, Sean had an impressive visage that was often the cause of many fantasies that Bryce had after watching the coach’s press conferences and interviews. But not only was the man’s face impressive as his entire body was well-maintained as well. His abs remained quite prominent on his aged frame and even his pectorals and biceps seemed incredibly youthful on Sean’s body. With a physique like that, it was no wonder that the man was able to get an equally gorgeous Ukrainian fiancé! 

Thinking about all of Sean’s hunky features along with his general attraction towards Aaron and Cooper, Bryce quickly knew what he wanted his wish to be. While he had spent most of his other birthday wishes on serious things like wishing to have a vacation away from work and going on a great hike, Bryce figured he could at least make one joke wish for his own enjoyment. He knew that none of the wishes would come true anyway, so why would it matter if he spent this one on something impossible? With his mind made up, Bryce finally began to state his wish aloud. “I wish I was a part of the Los Angeles Rams,” the man said, closing his eyes as he took a big inhale of air. After waiting a few seconds, the man finally began to exhale and let the warm air blow out his candles so he could finally eat some cake and relax on the couch. 

However, as soon as Bryce exhaled, an ear-splitting mix of loud voices began to permeate through the man’s residence. Opening his eyes to figure out what was going on, the man’s face went agape as he suddenly found himself surrounded by men either completely shirtless or clad in football gear. In his shock, the man understandably looked around the room to try and figure out where he was and how he got there. But as he saw the Rams logo and the various jerseys of the players popping up in his vision, Bryce soon began to realize that the impossible had occurred: his dream had come true! 

Looking down to check out the reasoning behind the weight settled on his forearms, Bryce was greeted to the sight of a large cake celebrating the team’s win against the Giants. Luckily before he could drop it due to the pure shock of the situation, the cake was quickly plucked from his arms by some assistant coaches so they could cut some pieces and feed the hungry and rowdy hunks. Still in a pure state of disbelief, Bryce took the opportunity to move towards the corner of the locker room so he could try to wrap his head around what was going on. 

As he looked down and caught sight of his arms, it was immediately clear to the man that he wasn’t in his real body. There was a tightness and an inner power coursing through his body that he could immediately identify any time he did something as simple as scratching his upper arms or any other nervous tic he had. Due to this understanding, Bryce then decided to try to deduce the person whose body he is currently inhabiting. So, one-by-one, the transformed man began to do a mental roll call of who he saw in front of him to narrow down the roster. 

Continuing to stare as a mob of people flooded the middle of the locker room to pick up some cake, Bryce narrowed his eyes as he scanned the room for any familiar faces. He saw the Rams quarterback Matthew Stafford making small talk with the burly hunk Aaron Donald, which had actually made him feel a bit bummed about not being in his impressively buff body. But even through the sadness, just the sight of the man was enough to elicit a physical response in Bryce’s new body as his dick began to rise and press against the fabric of the pants he was now wearing. Scanning through the crowd further, he finally noticed Cooper Kupp’s blond hair standing out against the sea of blue and yellow helmets of players eager to get cake. With so many potential candidates slimmed down to next to no one in the roster, Bryce was able to quickly figure out who he was now: he was in the body of Sean McVay. 

As if on cue, Cooper approached Bryce before saying a simple “Here you go Coach” and handing him a plate of cake with a smile on his face. It was insane to think that he was now just fully in control of McVay’s body, especially since it was someone who he had thirsted over for so many years and someone who clearly had the respect of the team’s star wide receiver. After thanking the blond-haired hunk, the new head coach awkwardly made his way out of the populated locker room and towards the office connected to it. Upon pulling the door of Sean’s office shut and closing the blinds, Bryce began to try to wrap his head around the situation once more. 

Pacing around the room in a hectic mental state, Bryce tried to understand how this was possible. All he did was make a wish on that cake from Nate… the cake that had a card telling him to make sure he made a wish! Was it possible that his friend somehow had caused this? If it really happened, what exactly did Nate do to him? Was this just a simple body swap or did Bryce just fully become Sean McVay to the point where his original identity was removed from this universe? If it was a real body swap though, Bryce couldn’t help but wonder how the real Sean was dealing with being in his body… 

Stopping while being deep in thought, Bryce soon found his attention shifting as he caught sight of a mirror hanging on the wall of Sean’s office. Moving towards it and leaning in, Bryce was understandably excited and turned on by what he saw since it only confirmed what he had already known: he was truly Sean McVay! With glee, he ran his thicker and wider hands along his face as he studied and marveled the new features he possessed. As he flashed a smile and chuckled to himself, Bryce was clearly impressed by the pure white set of teeth that were now being shown off. While he certainly loved his old body, he couldn’t deny that being Sean was an absolute dream come true! 

Feeling eager to check himself out further, Bryce peeled himself out of the coach’s blue Rams shirt and stared in amazement at his impressive new physique. For years, he had tried to get a physique similar to what Sean possessed, but no matter how hard he worked out or dieted, Bryce found himself unable to gain the same type of meaty pecs and defined abdominals that were proudly displayed on Sean’s body. As he cupped the muscles that were his new biceps and smirked at just how strong he now was, his new manhood was clearly enjoying the show as well and eager for him to give it some form of release. “Fuck, you’re one sexy hunk,” Bryce purred, his new somewhat raspy voice clearly furthering the throbbing in the man’s dick. 

But as he moved towards the window and peeked through the blinds, he couldn’t help but allow himself to start thirsting over these players he had crushed on. Aaron was now shirtless and walking around the somewhat-emptying locker room, showing off that wide and strong physique of his. While Cooper clearly wasn’t as built and defined as Aaron, the sight of his perky ass and strong quad muscles was still quite enough to get the new head coach riled up and eager to experiment with the players. Although he knew that Sean was engaged to a woman, Bryce was absolutely willing to risk it all to get some more alone time with his favorite players. Maybe he could get them to stay back after everyone else leaves and they could continue the post-game celebration in the team sauna… 

“Hey coach, the press is waiting for you!” a disembodied voice says, interrupting Bryce from his kinky train of thought. 

Turning to the side to stare at the smaller assistant coach, Bryce was understandably flustered and unsure of how to explain why the head coach was suddenly shirtless and staring through the blinds of his office. “Thanks, I’ll head out there soon…” Bryce awkwardly said, which was enough to get the assistant coach to leave so Bryce could figure out what to do. While the previous incidents of thinking about what to do had caused intense mental quandaries, this time was quite simple for the man. There was only one thing for him to do now: be Sean McVay. While he didn’t know if the change was permanent or not, Bryce wasn’t willing to waste any more time overthinking about what’s going to happen. He was going to live in the moment and be Sean McVay both physically and mentally. So, with a pep in his step, the man quickly pulled on his t-shirt while staring into the mirror one last time (at least for the next hour or so until he could better check himself out). 

Admiring himself was quite the vain thing to do, but as Bryce flexed and watched his biceps strain against the fabric of his sleeves and his pectorals proudly jut out from his chest, he couldn’t blame himself for such vanity! He was an absolute hunk in every way, and as a result, he was willing to let all of his previous reservations fall to the wayside and embrace his new identity. As Sean McVay, he was going to put in intense amounts of effort to help train these players to be the best they could be. There was an inner drive building up in the man, so much so that he was now beginning to think about just how great it would be to add a Super Bowl ring to his jewelry collection. Hell, with such an impressive ring like that on his fingers, he may have a reason to repaint his nails to be a lighter shade of blue to match the team’s colors next season. With the clarity of being a hunky coach, Bryce knew that there was nothing wrong with being proud of his team and showcasing his admiration for the team in any way he wanted (even if it could be viewed as “feminine”). He was in the body of one of the manliest men he’d ever seen, so he knew that he could easily get away with anything given his impressive build and intimidating appearance. 

With a wide grin permanently spread across his gorgeous face, the new Sean McVay made his way out of the office and allowed the other coaches to lead the way towards the post-game press conference. He certainly had a lot to brag about now, and due to this, he was eternally grateful for the new life he had been gifted from his friend.

Hey everyone, I hate to disappoint but I just wanted to share that there’s no way that the Halloween event can happen anymore this year.

My manager at my job initially promised me that I would be able to have a set schedule where I could have 4 days off a week so I could properly devote time to getting my writing done. Unfortunately, two people quit and my schedule for the next few weeks just came out and now I’m being forced to help cover their shifts until they hire new people (which will probably take a while since my job has a terrible reputation in town). Although I would have probably been able to find a way to make the event still happen given how excited I was about it, I’m still in the process of doing four relatively large story commissions so there’s no way that I can juggle both those and the Halloween event. Something had to give and obviously the event had to go as the commissions take priority.

To provide some context and be a bit vulnerable, things in my personal life have been a bit rough and hectic the past month or two, so I’m hoping things can eventually settle down soon enough. As previously mentioned my job is being a nuisance, but there’s other stuff going on like money issues on top of being in the process of getting a new doctor because my current one was refusing to take any of my concerns seriously. Beyond just him downplaying my anxiety and depression diagnoses when it comes to providing me effective medication, he also refused to try and help with the debilitating migraines I suffer through practically every other day.

Just to add a cherry on top of the shitty month that this has been, I just recently discovered that queuing on Tumblr has finally failed me. The story that was meant to come out this month never got posted and the concept of having to go through re-formatting everything and getting photos again was just too much of a depressing nuisance for me to deal with. Hell, I've been in such a stink recently that I didn't even do a celebration to celebrate the fact that my account had passed 4,000 followers! I guess doing it nearly three hundred followers later is a bit too late, but I suppose it's never too late to celebrate. I seriously appreciate all of the support I've received regardless of it was a like, a reblog, a follow, or a subscription to my Patreon. All of it means a lot to me... genuinely.

I suppose I just wanted to say that things feel a bit grim for me currently, but I remain hopeful that good days shall eventually come (especially since Halloween is my favorite time of year). To put a more positive spin on the increased hours at work, at least it means that I'll hopefully fix my money issues. Plus, I finally have a meeting with a new doctor this Thursday so I'm hoping I can get some results and find someone who actually cares and wants to help me.

In closing, I sincerely wanted to apologize again in case I disappointed anyone by canceling the Halloween event. Hopefully I can make it up to y’all though by releasing two stories here for October that I really enjoyed writing.

On top of that, I’m thinking I may give the concept of releasing long stories for purchase via Ko-Fi / itch.io a shot by having a trial run with a nearly 10k word Halloween-ish story involving misguided spells, twinkification, and age progression / weight gain between two best friends.

Thanks for reading, I appreciate all of your support and hopefully your understanding during this extremely trying time. 💙

Want To Join A Halloween TF Party?

Hey there everyone! October is fast approaching and since Halloween is my favorite holiday, I wanted to do another event here on Tumblr to celebrate the season. Rather than doing just separate vignettes like last year, I wanted to do something a bit more connected. So for this year, the concept is that I'm looking for guests wanting to attend my special TF-themed Halloween party and fill some open seats at the table.

Given how spooky the Halloween season can be, this year's options for transformations are for the most part going to be a bit more diverse and scary than just simple hunks or athletes. As a result, I'm looking for guests who would be interested in joining the party as a:

For those curious, I will also be in the same boat as my guests in terms of undergoing a more "horrific" transformation.

So if you're interested, please send in an ask where you describe yourself (basic stuff like name, age, race, etc) and what type of transformation you'd like to undergo. I look forward to checking my inbox and figuring out the guest list for the Halloween party!

Update: All spots are now filled!