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[clevertreephilosopher]

I never thought I'd be the kind of guy to find himself in this situation. I've been bouncing between odd jobs, struggling to find something stable. Bills keep piling up, and the pressure's been getting to me.

Then, one day, I stumbled upon this temp job website. It promised quick gigs, ranging from a few hours to a few days, across all sorts of professions. It sounded too good to be true, but desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

So there I was, scrolling through this website, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer number of options. I filtered for beginner jobs, hoping to find something manageable. That's when I saw it—a construction worker position for just a day. It seemed doable. I wasn't exactly built like a tank, but I figured I could tough it out for a day.

Without really thinking, I hit accept. But instead of receiving details about the job, I found myself suddenly transported into a car. Confusion washed over me as I looked around, only to realize I was on a construction site. And when I glanced down, I was dressed in a construction uniform. Panic started to set in.

I looked in the rearview mirror and saw the reflection of a middle-aged construction worker staring back at me. I saw my mouth drop and the moustache tickled my face. I took off his hat and revealed sweaty gray hair underneath. I sat back in my seat and it took a moment to register. I wasn't just filling in a position for the day; I had somehow replaced this guy.

I wiped my hand over the thick mustache that adorned my face. How was this even possible? But then it clicked—the website wasn't just offering temporary jobs; it was swapping people's bodies for a day. I saw someone motion for us to get out of our cars, and the other workers complied. Not wanting to stand out I did the same.

As I stepped out of the car, I couldn't shake the surreal feeling of being someone else entirely. But as I started to work, I found myself slipping into the role effortlessly. I picked up the man's mannerisms, his way of moving and speaking, almost as if I had done this a thousand times before.

It was odd, to say the least. I never thought I'd enjoy manual labor, but there was a certain satisfaction in it, being in this construction worker's muscular body. For that day, I wasn't Nick struggling to make ends meet; I was someone else entirely, immersed in a totally different world.

As soon as the shift ended, I found myself wanting more. I hopped back on the site and selected the first position I found, which was a Doctor. I found myself teleported into his office. I looked down at the scrubs and white coat I was wearing through my glasses and was unable to believe this websites power. I felt out of place at this job but I enjoyed the smug feeling on intelligence this guy brought me.

The next day I scrolled on the website and found a cop position for the day. I loved the uniform, but found it to be grueling work. I hated the physical aspect of the job and I felt slow and heavy in this body. This was also the first time that my boner would not go down the entire shift.

I found some weird job listings on their too. For example, this Dad that did not want to go on his family vacation. It was fun enjoying the sun for a week, and not having to do actual labor, even if I had to entertain his wife and kids for a week. Since I was in there for so long, I do have to admit that I broke a rule that I set for myself and ended up having to jerk off in the bathroom a couple nights. I couldn't help myself. Avoiding his wife's advances became a laboring task, and figuring out how the dress in the few clothes he packed.

I then found myself taking on a truck driver position. This job was lonely, and I found myself unable to resist my urges. I jerked off multiple times a day, fighting off the boredom in his body, however, I think he was just normally a horny guy cause it was escalated more than normal. I hated sleeping in a truck, but I would definitely pick up another job like this again.

My latest job was an interesting one. I selected a month-long job, the longest offer they had, and found out his job was being a stay-at-home Dad. It felt nice taking a break from the crazy weird jobs and feeling something more stable. I felt myself becoming closer to this guy's husband, and fully embracing his life as my own. It didn't feel like I was doing a temporary job anymore, and instead I was living vicariously through him.

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Best Purchase

I knew I would likely not be able to achieve ALL my fitness goals, but I still wanted to try and achieve some of them. I was on the wrong side of 30, not balding but my head was thinning, I gained the “freshman 15” and it grew like compound interest, and I had little visible muscle.

After a year of strict diet, exercise, supplements, I had lost about 20 pounds of fat, gained some muscle, but I was fat from where I wanted to be and from where I thought I would be after all this hard work.

I kept seeing ads for a clothing brand “Midlife Changes,” which I only remembered because I thought it was strange that a company called “midlife” would have only influencers as models. However, they had lots of five star reviews and nothing below a 4, but the weird thing was that all the reviews were short or had no comments. Their prices were high, so I only bought a shirt from the clearance page called “Ragin Ray.”

It arrived in a small, nondescript package a week later (since I refused to pay for expedited shipping). Inside the package was a note thanking me for my purchase, a request to leave a review once I was satisfied, and instructions. I thought it was strange to include instructions with a shirt, but figured it was just washing instructions, but it was a detailed note explaining how to use it. I was to shower, then wear it to bed, the entire following day, making sure to work out as much as possible, not to shower or remove it, and sleep in it once more, and only then should I remove it and shower and then was the shirt. I thought it was stupid, but figured I had nothing to lose. I waited until Friday night, so I’d have all day Saturday to follow the instructions, I showered, put on the short and went to bed.

I woke up the next day and I felt different, and once I saw myself, I realized I was at lease 10 years younger. I wasn’t big, but I was younger, and with the extra time, I knew I could make better gains.

I wore the shirt all day as instructed, and went to the gym for two hours that morning, when I’m usually exhausted after one hour. Went home for lunch, I wanted to shower since I smelled but I held out, then knowing I couldn’t go out with friends or do anything since I was sweaty and smelly, I went back to the gym. I did another 3 hours. I was drenched in sweat but still felt good. When I went to the locker room, I saw my reflection, I was amazed, I was huge.

I went home, had a small dinner and went to bed. I refused to deviate from the instructions. I woke up Sunday and KNEW something was different. I ran to the bathroom and realized I was even bigger. As per the instructions, I removed the shirt, got in the shower and explored my body. It felt amazing, huge muscles, hard abs, and my dick was almost 9”. I exited the shower and when I entered my room, it was all different, trophies all over the wall, messy bed, a desk, and a closet full of clothes that for me, the new me.

I threw on some clothes, grabbed my phone and wallet and went to the gym. When I arrived, the desk attendant, who never paid attention to me before, said “what’s going Ray? Party last night?” I mumbled agreement and kept going. I checked my wallet in the locker room and saw a new ID, I’m Joel Raymond Edwards, 24 years old.

This was the best purchase I’ve ever made, and I made sure to leave a 5 star review, but only write “best purchase ever, love this shirt.”

@kiwineeds

[clevertreephilosopher]

Historically Accurate

"I'm telling you, Hollywood is going down with all the woke crap! You know what they say: Go woke go broke!"

Julian and Wallace were on their way back from the lunch room and the former was listening to the latter complaining. Julian had tried to avoid any topic like this, but, really, it was a mine field with Wallace. Just about *every* topic had the potential to turn out political.

"I don't see what's wrong with a little inclusion in pop culture." Julian said, not wanting to argue but also not wanting to leave that opinion unopposed.

"Everything! It's just plain wrong, and it's brainwash, too. I mean, it's like a mind virus, poisoning everything! There's a western coming out next week. But it's all bullshit woke agenda again. The cowboy is black and gay! Literal brainwash and historical rewrite."

Julian frowned. How could an intelligent person like Wallace be so stupid at the same time?

"Why does that even bother you? I thought you hated westerns."

"Yes, that's not the point. Fact is, it's historically inaccurate and just pushing the woke agenda."

"Actually, I think it's not even historically incorrect." Julian pondered as they entered the lab using Julian's keycard and an iris scan of both scientists.

Wallace was borderline angry now.

"What are you talking about? Everyone knows that cowboys were the whitest and the straightest people there were."

"I'm not quite sure", Julian said. "Weren't there freed slaves and so on? And I would guess if you were underway with another guy for prolonged periods of time, not everything staid straight, too."

"Bullshit! Everyone knows cowboys weren't fags, and they were white."

Wallace seemed agitated now, and his usual stiff demeanor became even more pronounced.

Wallace was in his mid-forties, but the way he was talking, he seemed way older to Julian.

Julian on the other hand was awfully young for the position he had. Being 25, he still didn't look like he had finished college, even though he had his doctorate already.

It was really a bit sad, he thought. Two of the brightest minds and they were bickering over basic, meaningless distinctions like ethnicity or sexual orientation.

"We could just ask the computer." he proposed, but Wallace frowned.

"We are not supposed to use the equipment for private research." he said.

'The computer' was part of the highly secretive project they worked on. When finished, it was supposed to be a time machine, simple as that. The actual time travel device didn't work properly yet, but a part of it, a chronoton boosted quantum computer that was able to access history itself to answer questions about the part, was already functioning quite well.

"But we are supposed to test it from time to time. Are you afraid of the answer it might give?"

"Of course not." Wallace grumbled. "Fine. Computer! Is there any historical evidence of gay black cowboys?"

The voice activated system acknowledged the request with a beep. While waiting for the answer, Julian checked the parameters of the system and found them in near-perfect condition.

Finally, the system answered, with the neutral male voice it was programmed with.

"A significant portion of cowboys consisted of people with African heritage, especially after the freeing of slaves after the civil war. Homosexual acts and attraction were common among cowboys, especially during the trail drives. Demonstrating..."

"Hrmpf." Wallace said, clearly not happy.

Julian, who was still checking the readings, scratched his head.

"Did you remember to disconnect the capsule before making the query? It seems to be drawing power."

"Ah, crap. That's just because of all the bullshit talk. Computer, stop!"

"Unable to comply. Demonstrating... Target: Montana Frontier Area, June 1865..."

The white walls of the chamber started to glow in an ever brighter white that was beginning to hurt the eyes.

"Crap. Julian, cut the power!" Wallace said, now with a clear notion of fear in his voice. The younger scientist didn't answer but tried to do as he was told - but did not succeed in time.

Suddenly, with a flash, their surroundings changed and the two of them found themselves in the middle of a rugged mountain range, on the border of a pine forest. It was late afternoon and the scientists found themselves in a just set-up camp. Two horses were standing nearby, and a small herd of cows was grazing at a meadow.

Wallace sighed and shook his head angrily. "Just great. Look at the mess you just put us in. Now we have to wait until we're rescued. And, apparently, we have to meet some black homo cowboys."

Julian looked around but couldn't see anyone around.

"I would have also guessed so, but there doesn't seem to be anyone there."

His heart sank as he had a terrible suspicion. He had been experimenting lately with a normalization circuit that would embed the time travelers into history instead of superimposing them onto it. That was - according to his theories - a rather elegant way to resolve the repelling effect the historical structure had, but it wasn't finished by any means. It had never been tested and even theoretically, it wouldn't be able to achieve a partial embedding, only a full one at best. And the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that it had still been connected to the system.

As Julian thought about how to break it to Wallace, he noticed something strange about the other scientist. It could be a trick of the light, but he looked way more tanned than before.

"Uhm... It might actually be somewhat worse than that. I think my normalization circuit was still active when you activated the machine."

"What? What does that mean?" Wallace looked at him, furiously now.

"Well, I would guess..." Julian struggled and gave up. "Look at your hands, I think it's pretty self-explanatory."

Wallace looked down at his darkening hands and paled. Even now, he still had a considerably darker skin tone than before, darkening with every passing second.

"Shit." he said. "That's what you get for fucking around with a half-finished experiment."

Julian didn't even dare to mention his suspicion. If his normalization circuit was really active, that would make Wallace an actual, black cowboy, and not just him. Julian was also a time traveler, so he, too, would be affected.

Meanwhile, the changes in Wallace seemed to have proceeded. His facial structure looked like it was in motion before finally settling on a generally broader, manlier shape: The jawline became more pronounced, and his cheekbones raised.

"Is there... anything going on with me as well?" Julian asked.

Wallace looked over at him.

"Yeah, your hair color is changing, and I think your eye color. Blonde and blue-eyed, how cliché. But most importantly, you're not becoming fucking a fucking Black man."

Wallace didn't say Black man.

For some reason, this didn't bother Julian half as much as it should have. He felt rather at ease, and the untamed wilderness around him awakened a sense of adventure inside of him that he didn't know was in him.

Meanwhile Wallace was also feeling a change within. A surge of confidence emerged from within him that was entirely alien to the deeply insecure man at first, but quickly became more and more part of his personality. It was like his core was solidifying into a confident and assertive nature, a boldness and quiet he secretly always wished he had. At the same time, his body structure changed considerably.

Where before, Wallace had been a physically unimpressive mid-forties man, it now seemed like the years melted off of him, and for every year that he lost, he gained three pounds of muscle mass and beef. His shoulders widened, his height increased, and his frame expanded in order to accommodate the new body mass.

"It's not that bad, ain't it?" While Julian's body had not changed much besides the hair and eye color, his voice sounded entirely different now. It had a southern lilt to it, but it was charismatic and charming. It was the kind of voice you could listen to for hours without end, perfect for reading an audiobook - or telling campfire stories.

"Well now, I ain't too sure 'bout that." Wallace's voice had changed even more considerably when he answered. He had gained a thick southern accent, and his voice had dropped to a low and smooth voice that sounded commanding even if he didn't intend to.

"Ha, look at that, your skin's startin' to change now, too!"

And really, Julian's skin had started to adapt as well, but it was quickly becoming apparent that it went a different route than Wallace's. Instead of darkening to the almost black tone that he was sporting, Julian's skin became rougher and got a sun-kissed tan instead. His facial features sharpened, as his cheekbones looked chiseled all of a sudden and a rugged beard texture was adorning his chin. Julian seemed to notice it, too, since he started touching his new face immediately.

"Cool! Always wondered what I'd look like sportin' a beard." he said, apparently not too unhappy with the changes.

There was no denying Julian looked good, which made Wallace feel a touch of jealousy. In his opinion, it wasn't fair that he was the only one having to deal with the black skin. That feeling quickly faded, though, as his changes continued. His hair became very short, curly and dark. At the same time, a short beard formed on his chin and upper lip, giving him an even manlier appeal. At the same time, chest hair sprouted, sparsely of course, as it was normal for a man of his heritage. A strange feeling overcame Wallace. He wasn't necessarily *proud* to be Black now, but he also didn't mind it anymore. He was proud of a lot of secondary assets, though, like his bulging muscles or his handsome face. As his eyes became a dark brown, he had to smirk as he sat down by the fire, readjusting himself in the process. And, of course, his big cock, which might also have been positively influenced by his new ancestry.

Wallace watched as Julian turned around and tended to the horses. His body was now, finally, also changing. It didn't become nearly as bulky as his own, but instead lean and agile, with narrow hips and a well-distributed surprising strength, as Wallace knew. While Julian was busy with the horses, Wallace had a good view of his ass. It filled out the jeans just so well, and Vallace only noticed now that the other man's attire had changed. He was clad in a pair of blue jeans, a vest and, of course a Stetson now, and Vance always thought that this outfit accentuated the best parts of his partner quite well. He preferred black leather, himself, since the material was sturdier and felt better on the skin.

Vince felt his cock hardening in his leather pants and readjusted himself again while also leaning back and spreading his legs to make more room for the erection. He wasn't afraid of anyone seeing his rude behavior. The only other man within a wide range was Jesse, the owner of that juicy ass. And he was allowed to see... well, everything.

Vince waited patiently until Jesse returned to the campfire, with a big smile on his face.

"How them horses holdin' up, partner?" Vince asked.

"They're good. Just a tad worn out from today's ride." Jesse answered.

"Well, there's somethin' else needs tendin' to, if you're free to lend a hand. Or an ass." Vince grinned and made his cock throb in the confines of his tight leather pants.

Jesse grinned at the display of masculinity and massaged his own cock.

"Hell yes!"

As Jesse moved over in his usual graceful movements, Vince leaned back. There really wasn't anything better than being a big, black cowboy. Especially not with a partner like Jesse, who was always happy to make the nights in the wilderness a little less lonely.

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Game Show Prizes

Jonny was invited to be on some sort of gameshow because of how well he did academically. He wasn't enthralled to be in front of the camera eince he wasent the best looking, but when he heard about the what they would pay him he jumped at the opportunity.

The day of, he killed it. Although he was a little awkward he knew every question they threw at him, even the more complicated ones.

Being so excited about winning he didnt realize how much his personality had changed. Becoming more relaxed and confident with every point. He adjusted his glasses as he felt a little queasy, like the stage had been getting further away from him- but surely it was just his nerves right?

As his body stretched upward with every point, his body composition also changed. Once fat and lardy, now replaced with viril muscle. As he coughed his voice became deeper, a twinge of a vocal fry that made the ladies (and men) go wild.

As his jawline became more defined and his face fat completely melted off, he became even more confident.

He knew he was an anomaly, a sexy bodybuilding nerd that knew pretty much everything. Thats why he was invited on the show.

As the stage lights beamed down onto him, his skin started to tan as he started to sweat away any insecurities hes ever had. Being incredibly uncomfortable he took off his sweaty shirt to reveal a glistening taut torso made from years of working out. He also took ofg his sweat pantsz revealing a pair of tight briefs that could barely keep his gigantic thighs in place, let alone his throbbing foot long dick.

He flexed, giving people what they wanted.

"well thank you Jonny for coming on, we look foward to what your life has in store."

Once they had stopped recording, him and the host fucked on the set. The host himself was suprised by just how well those changes had implemented themselves into his mind.

After the show he lived the life of a sexy, dominant, ultra intelligent, rich nerd. Fucking every second of every day, and he didnt have to work for any of it.

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Roommate Rehab

The worst part about coming back to my apartment and seeing my roommate's detached head watching a movie on the couch? Knowing that it meant his body was making a mess somewhere else. My original plans to room with other guys in my major had fallen through, and I ended up stuck sharing a lease with Glenn, a warlock whose sole focus seemed to be working out and getting laid. There was always a thin layer of empty protein shake bottles and dirty dishes on the floor, all of his clothes were flung onto random surfaces in the living room, and the entire room smelled like a dank locker room.

"Dammit, Glenn!" I yelled, trying to be heard over the sound of Netflix. "Your body is making a mess in the kitchen again!"

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever, you know that I like to have me time in the evenings. My body is just taking a break from doing pushups, or something. You're gay, you like the eye candy."

I tried not to let his cheap jab bother me. "More like it's taking a break from jacking off," I muttered. At least it was wearing pants this time. Half the time Glenn's body was wiping its bare ass all over our countertops, rather than just dripping sweat everywhere.

Today, I was not going to be bothered. Today, I had a plan.

"You know, I heard something interesting from our new neighbor Allan," I said, casually slipping off my backpack. "It turns out he's a warlock too. And he mentioned that you should have a lot more control over your detached body than you told me."

Glenn didn't even bother to look over in my direction. "We've been over this, dweeb. I can't stop my body from taking off its clothes if it gets uncomfortable. I bet he's using a different spell or something."

I slowly made my way over to the kitchen, where his body was just lounging around. "Good question. He's right here, so why don't you ask him yourself?" I pulled Allan's head out of my backpack, taking care not to pull his hair too hard. "Or maybe I'll just put his head on your body."

"Don't you fucking dare!" he yelled, trying to scramble his body to its feet. It was too late, though. I lunged forward, placing Allan's head onto Glenn's neck. There was a flash of magic, and now it was Allan in control of Glenn's massive muscles. "You fucking thief! Don't you dare just leave me as a detached head!"

Allan picked up Glenn's head and set him down on the end table. "Calm down. It's selfish jerks like you who give warlocks a bad name. We'll get bored of punishing you... eventually." He sprawled across the couch, and started rubbing his new hands across his bulging abs. "I have to admit, controlling a body like this, I do kind of understand the appeal. I thought we'd give him back his body after a few hours, but maybe I'll keep it for a day or two."

Allan looked over at me with a shit-eating grin. "What do you think, neighbor? Want to help me break in my new body?"

"You know it!" I said, kneeling down to suck on Allan's new, rock hard nipples. "But we're staying out here on the couch. Glenn has been an absolute ass these past several months, and I want him to see everything that we do to his body. I want him to know that it all could have been avoided if he hadn't been such an asshole to me." Allan's fingers ran through my hair as my mouth started to wander down south toward his crotch.

Glenn's head started to scream so loudly that he tipped over sideways. "No! No! Don't you dare! Stop it! No!" He kept yelling as my hand slipped into Allan's waistband and pulled out his stiffening cock.

"Damn, son," Allan said, letting out a low whistle. "That's gotta be... what, seven inches? That settles it, I'm keeping this body for the weekend. Here, let me grab my own body from down the hall." I paused our makeout session to let Allan concentrate, and pretty soon the headless body of a bear let itself into our apartment.

"Absolutely not!" Glenn yelled, as Allan's original body started to slowly unbutton its shirt. "I'd rather stay headless than be stuck piloting that hairy sack of fat!"

Allan just shrugged, his smug grin getting even wider. "Suit yourself," he said, rubbing his chest while I stripped off my clothes. "We'll just have a threesome with my bodies while you watch."

"Hold that thought," I said, grabbing one of Glenn's stray socks from off the floor. Placing one hand on his forehead, I shoved the sock deep into his mouth to gag him. He coughed and sputtered, but the cheap cotton was starting to cling to the inside of his mouth. "I want him to watch, but I'd rather not have to listen to him spew insults."

Allan laughed as he watched Glenn's head trying and failing to spit out the makeshift gag. "Sounds good to me. This is your fantasy, bud, I'm just here to enjoy the ride. How do you want me?"

I paused, weighing pleasure and humiliation as I decided how to fuck my roommate's hot body. It helped that Allan's head was easy on the eyes, of course. "Let's start with a double spoon. Your old body penetrates your new ass, and your new cock penetrates my ass."

"You don't want to dump a load in your roommate's bubble butt?" Allan said, slapping it for emphasis.

"Oh, trust me, that ass is on my list," I said, returning his smile. "But if we've got the whole weekend, I figure I should pace myself."

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Treat Day

"Look, I appreciate your concern, but as you can see I am fully capable of keeping myself healthy and in shape." Henry wiped pastry crumbs off his hand before tracing the ridges of his chest. "The occasional treat day is not the end of the world."

"Hold up, 'myself' healthy? Absolutely not. That is my body!" I glared at him, staring at the breakfast spread of buttery baked goods and sugar-laden jams. "I am not going to sit here and watch you make a mockery of my life!"

He smiled at me. "You're right, Henry. You won't. Because I'm going to call security on you for trespassing."

"You wouldn't dare." I stared into my former eyes, expecting to see to see weakness or hesitation. To my horror, the man I used to call my friend was not backing down.

"It's been seven months," he said, picking up his cell phone. "It's time that we come to terms with this new reality. Clearly I'm going to have to update the lock code on my front door, that's one me. Nevertheless, you are not wanted here. Now will you leave quietly, or will you be spending the night in jail?"

He had the upper hand, and he knew it. I fled downstairs and out the front door, leaving behind the influencer lifestyle I had worked so hard to build. I knew karma would catch up to him eventually, but I also knew that it would not help me get my body back. I found myself lost in my thoughts, walking down the streets of my former neighborhood until the buzz of my cell phone caught my attention.

"Hey bud. Just a little memento of what you lost."

That bastard, gloating about what he stole from me. It's not like I've been spending the last few months wallowing in despair, but it was as if this new body of mine was incapable of losing weight. Part of me thinks it was a part of whatever curse swapped our bodies, but... this new body of mine has urges that are just impossible to control. I let out a deep sigh as I saved the photo to my personal spank bank collection. Seven months, and I had yet to go more than three days without masturbating.

"Alright," I said to myself, "you can break your no-nut streak to jack off to your old body tonight. It's just a treat day."

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The Masquerade, an interactive story

Outline

Welcome, to “The Masquerade, An Interactive Story”. A tale following a a college professor named John Miller who end up entering a store with a mysterious store clerk and very curious masks. Choose wisely as your decision would determine his destiny. 

Here is the complete outline of the story:

Chapter 1: A Weird Store

—– Chapter 2a: Big Man on Town

———- Chapter 3a: A Heroic Act

—————-Chapter 4a: South of the border

—————-Chapter 4b: The Last Mask

———- Chapter 3b: A Deal with the Devil

—————-Chapter 4c: Tom

—————-Chapter 4d: Rotten

—– Chapter 2b: On the School Halls

———- Chapter 3c: Behind his Face

—————-Chapter 4e: TJ's Perspective

—————-Chapter 4f: John's Perspective

———- Chapter 3d: Scandal

—————-Chapter 4g: Torment

—————-Chapter 4h: The New Boss

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Hi, im a scrawny guy studing arts in college, can you make me a hulking lebanese stud with a more interesting life?

I most certainly can! 😏

You’ve just gotten home from a long and slightly boring day at college. I assume you enjoy studying arts but it can drag on at times and that leads to a lot clock watching. And you can’t help feeling the same about your life in general. That it’s just not interesting enough for you. Well that’s where I come in.

You’re sprawled out across your bed and scrolling your phone as you usually would when first arriving home. Only this time I’d be watching you silently. Invisible of course as I peered into your mind and search through it until I found what you desired most. My face twisting into a grin as I point a finger towards you and beam my magic directly into you so it may begin it’s work.

It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck you. A huge flood of energy surging through your entire being. Flowing up and down in rapid succession. You would sit up in confusion while looking down at yourself. You wouldn’t be able to put the strange sensation into words. However your train of thought would be completely smashed when that feeling began concentrating on your chest.

It happened almost instantly. Like an explosion inside your body. Your shirt immediately ripping down the middle as your chest heaved forwards with an unprecedented amount of muscle, forming two huge solid pecs. You could hardly believe your eyes. Never having imagined you’d be able to look down at yourself and see actual pecs! They really were huge! Though before you could even really comprehend what’d just happened, your arms and shoulders ballooned just as swiftly, making sure to destroy whatever was left of your shirt. Going from scrawny noodle arms to enormous bulging biceps and triceps that teemed with strength matched up with a set of cannon ball like shoulders. Even your hands grew bigger and meatier as a result. Yet still no time was wasted as your back proceeded to bulge and widen to compensate for the rest of your upper body.

You got about 20 seconds or so the breath and flex your new muscles curiously before the transformation continued. Unfortunately not even your pants were safe as your skinny stick legs exploded with instant muscle. Blowing your pants apart completely as your grew into massive meaty trunks of power. Gigantic thighs that a scrawny dude like his former self would’ve done anything to have his face smothered between as well as bulky calves that looked the size of footballs. Even your feet grew several sizes to be able to carry all that new size. But even that wasn’t enough as you let out a small grown while your ass ballooned into a perfectly bubbly muscle ass.

Amidst the chaos your body had certainly grown taller as well, but that wasn’t what concerned you. Rather it was the pinching pain in your face as your features began changing. Hair changing colour as your jaw widened. Eyes turning to that of a piercing teal while perfect scruff decorated your face and your lips proceeded to plump up slightly. Your entire heritage and DNA being reworked to become that of a hulking Lebanese stud.

The world around you was starting to blur as you began to feel somewhat light headed. But before you could pass out, there was one final change that had to happened. Suddenly your balls fattened without warning. But what really made you groan was the feeling of your once average cock engorging with newfound length and girth until it reached an almost monstrous size. Bucking and pulsing excitedly as it grew. And the last thing you could remember before passing your was blowing an enormous load all over your chest and stomach before everything faded…

When you awoke however you weren’t in your bedroom at all. Rather you were sat on a lawn chair by a pool you didn’t recognise. You blinked your eyes a little while looking around only to become startled as you looked down at yourself. Your body. You were fucking huge! You couldn’t believe your eyes your rational brain told you that it must’ve all been a dream and yet… it wasn’t. As you flexed your biceps and groped your pecs, all it confirmed was just how real it all felt. Even down to the fat anaconda you called a cock that was stealthily hidden in the large yet still tight shorts you didn’t remember owning. You didn’t know whether to feel afraid, ecstatic or just plain horny.

That when they hit you. The memories of your new life. All of it striking you at once. You were now a famous Lebanese model and actor that was huge on social media with millions of followers across different platforms. You frequently got to travel the world for rolls and fans you met would frequently express how much they looked up to you, adored you or even how much they wanted to be you. And how could you blame them? You were dashing manly hunk in every sense of the phrase. A walking embodiment of testosterone even. And better yet you were of course still openly gay and always helped to support the LGBT community with your extraordinary reach and influence. And as a side effect, other gay dudes practically threw themselves at you left and right.

And now you were sat by the pool at a 5 star Spa Hotel! One of the many you got to stay at while shooting for a new movie. So just sit back, relax and let that hulking body of yours absorb some rays from the sun. Enjoy your new life and status. Though I have a feeling you’d be far too excited by your new body to sit still for long. No doubt you’ll be heading back to your Hotel room soon enough so you can peel off those tight shirts and get a good long look at the new you. Exploring every last inch of muscle until you’ve bust so many loads you can hardly stand.

I can only hope I’ve fulfilled your wish in granting you a more interesting life.

[clevertreephilosopher]

[clevertreephilosopher]

Today was supposed to be a relaxing vacation with my family. But as we boarded the plane, the chatter and laughter from my mom and sister grated on my nerves.

Stuck in the middle seat, I felt like I was being squished. On one side, my mom chattered endlessly about everything from the weather to what she packed in her suitcase. On the other side, my sister blared music through her earphones, oblivious to the discomfort she was causing me.

As we settled in, I glanced up the aisle, wishing to escape. That's when it happened. Our eyes met—mine and the man's walking down the aisle. In that split second, it felt like a force pulling me, tugging at my very being.

Suddenly, I wasn't me anymore. I was him. I felt disoriented at first, like I'd been sucked inside of him. But then a strange calm washed over me. This was what I wished for, wasn't it? To be someone else, if only for a moment.

I smiled in the man's body, looking down at the boarding pass clutched in my hand. I found myself hustling down the aisle loving how my new body felt. I brushed my bald head, patted my new gut. Finding my seat, I sat down, feeling the unfamiliar contours of this new form. Pulling out the man's phone, I unlocked it with his face, studying my reflection in the screen. A bald head, a sprinkling of gray in the beard, wrinkles etched across my face.

Closing my eyes, I relished the peace, the silence that enveloped me, away from the chaos of my family. But then, a soft touch on my hand startled me. Opening my eyes, I saw her—the man's wife. She smiled at me, a warm and genuine expression.

I felt awkward, unsure of how to react. This wasn't part of the plan. I was supposed to escape. Yet here she was, talking to me as if I belonged. So much for a relaxing escape, I thought to myself, as the plane took off into the sky.

[clevertreephilosopher]

"Just picked up Georgie! Can't wait to bring him home and give a you a smooch!" I texted my husband. The smile that was across my face faded after I took the picture and reality set in. Despite my appearance I wasn't actually a gay man, or rather, I wasn't.

When I broke up with my ex-girlfriend Erica she screamed at me saying that I'm like every other guy. The next day I woke up, and found myself in an unfamiliar room. Panic surged through me as I touched my face, feeling a more round and bearded face than I usually had. I ran over to the bathroom and it took a moment for it to sink in – I was in Neil's body, Erica's flamboyant gay best friend.

I scrambled for my phone, fingers shaking as I dialed Erica's number. She picked up after a few rings, her voice dripping with amusement.

"Hello, Allen darling," she said, clearly enjoying my distress.

"What the hell did you do, Erica?" I demanded, my frustration bubbling over. It sounded hilarious coming from the new voice I now had. "Put me back in my own body right now!"

But Erica just laughed, her tone light and teasing. "Oh, come on, Allen. You could learn a thing or two by being Neil. Embrace it!"

I wanted to scream at her, to demand answers, but there was no use. Erica had always been headstrong and stubborn, and there was no changing her mind once she had made it up. I hung up the phone and stared at myself in the mirror. Neil's reflection stared back at me, his bright eyes and vibrant personality a stark contrast to my own reserved demeanor. It was going to be a long day.

As I went about Neil's routine, I couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped like this. The bright colors and tightness of all his clothes was so uncomfortable. I dreaded every day, but I was not allowed to act as my normal self, anytime I said anything out of character it would auto translate into something the real Neil would have said. Each day I woke up I felt less and less foreign. Just the other morning I stared at myself in the mirror and thought this wasn't so bad.

I thought about Neil's husband and being curled up in his arms. I would have never admitted it out loud, but having sex as a gay man was amazing. Erica may have thought she was punishing me, but in reality, she had given me a gift, a better relationship and life than I could have imagined.

I snapped out of my train of thought when my husband sent me back a bunch of kissy face emojii's. I turned on music that the real Neil would like and found myself singing along and enjoying it dancing a little bit. I couldn't believe I had any other life before this.

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[clevertreephilosopher]

Slutstagram

Alexander was headed home from work one day when he got a notification on his phone.

“Thank you for signing up for Slutstagram. Come say hi!”

“What the fuck is this? I didn’t sign up for anything.” Alexander wonders as he opens the app.

When he opens it, he is blindsided by pictures of nearly naked men with rippling muscles and huge cocks.

“Ew what the fuck I’m not gay! That shit is disgusting!” Alexander snarls in disgust.

But the more he looked at the men, the less he could look away and the more horny he became.

He didn’t notice how his arms and legs became fuller as they began to inflate with muscle. He did not notice his pecs begin to jiggle with their size, or his midsection becoming rock hard without abs. He especially did not notice how his shirt and pants mysteriously disappeared, leaving him in just his underwear or how a hat was placed on his head.

He did notice, however, the growing boner he was getting. The once 3 inches hard sad sack was a monster now, at 7 inches without a boner and a healthy 11 inches when he was rock hard.

Axel got home and snapped a pic to upload to his new favorite app, Slutstagram.

“So horny rn. Wish a big, strong, slut would come over and take care of it for me 😈🍆”

[clevertreephilosopher]

Slow and Steady

Justin chugged down the "potion" the jock gave him. For some reason it smelt vile- but at the same time- irresistible. As he let out a long belch he flopped onto the bed. staring at the bottle through the light, the white thick viscus liquid clung on to the sides. Overcome by lust, the thought of breaking the glass and licking up the remaining remnants filled his mind. Although he couldn't act on it since another competing, intense feeling took a hold of his body.

The warm feeling filled his body until there was nothing left of his will. As his member pushed strained against his shorts, he bucked his hips, nothing coming out, almost like a force was holding him back. His back arched as it extended, lengthening his spine as it cracked with ecstasy. with each crack his body filled with more and more muscle. similar to the jock that had given him the bottle of his seed, only a more lean swimmers build than a brutish jock.

His face stretched to its limits as he moaned as loud as he could, reshaping itself into a perfect visage. As all of this happened his member continued to become harder, longer, thicker. nearly a foot long now.

As he put a large hand to his member he massaged the thick sausage from the base to the head. with each stroke he became taller and more muscular.

He started to go slower, but gripping it harder. Slowly feeling his member fill with his own seed. This feeling finally sent him over the edge, allowing for thick ribbons of seed to coat himself, his bedsheets, and ceiling.

Along with the seed left his thoughts, his only thought now to turn other grubby nerds into needy bros like himself.

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[clevertreephilosopher]

Quick Bet

Jake stood there is disbelief as he heard the terms of what he had just agreed to.

Just seconds ago he was a scrawny guy who barely filled out his shirt and now it hugged his chest like it was a size too small. He had made a friend at the gym recently and invited him over for a bros games night. He's new friend said they should make it interesting and place bets on who'd win. Jake agreed even after his buddy said 900 pounds. He didn't know how the money conversion would effect how much money that really was but Jake believed in his gaming skills and so he agreed. It was only after his friend kicked his ass 20 - 0 that he learnt what he really bet on. His new friend revealed that the loser didn't owe money but rather 900 pounds of pure muscle. Jake laughed at first before his suddenly filled out his clothes to the point they were tight and he looked like a natural bodybuilder. Pretty soon Jake heard the sound of tearing as his pants began to give way to his slowly expanding muscle. His new friend just laughed as he watched Jake slowly transforming into a muscled up freakshow...

[clevertreephilosopher]

Dating apps can be so misleading, can’t they?

I met this daddy online the other day. Well, at least he claimed to be a daddy in his profile. He seemed so dominant in his messages, I foolishly mistook the lack of photos for a sign of confidence. You can imagine my surprise when this very hairless 29-year-old shows up on my doorstep.

So, I decided to give him a body to match his oversized persona. First, I fast-forwarded through some of his best years. He became a lot older—but wiser too. In those years, I imbued him with a love of bodybuilding, so hard muscles began to fill out his flabby frame.

As for the hair, you could say I “redistributed” it around his face. I added a dash almost everywhere else on his body too, which was bearing evidence of a blooming tattoo obsession. Funny, how different you start to look when you finally have the courage of your convictions.

By the time I was finished, my Scruff hookup had become a 6-foot roided-out muscle god. His love of bodybuilding was yawing over into obsession, and a colossal testosterone beast stood before me, more than earning the “daddy” moniker.

That was some of the best sex I’ve had in ages. I gave him an elephant-trunk of a tool, which he used to plow me in various positions around the house. I can’t decide what was hotter: daddy grunting like an animal while he bucked his fifth load into me, or snuggling up on daddy’s hard, hairy chest afterwards.

Clearly my hookup enjoys his new life, though I doubt he’ll be lying on his profile again any time soon (not that he’d need to).

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[clevertreephilosopher]

Recently I’ve been seeing loads of pics of gym guys in tight, probably too small lycra gear, it’s making me jealous of their muscles & confidence, I wish I could be like them and wear tight lycra without a care who sees or stares

You’re browsing wistfully through an online sports gear store when a popup window opens, displaying a cartoonish image of a buff genie in head-to-toe lycra. “Special first time offer loading…” the popup declares, and the genie winks at you as the webpage resets.

Suddenly, something has changed. You start running your hands over the smooth fabric hugging your body and look down to see yourself clad in a tight spandex leotard covered in brand names. Even your body underneath the clothes looks different, bulked up and tan, veins almost visible right through the lycra.

You jump up, checking that the window is shuttered so no one will see you, and scramble to your closet, but inside is more of the same. Every scrap of your clothing has been replaced with lycra. The cotton polo shirts have become form-fitting compression tees. All your slacks are now muscle-hugging yoga tights. And your underwear is all sheer, tight-fitting, and skimpy as hell.

As you blush down to your lycra-clad chest, you hear a cough from your computer speakers, and turn to see the cartoon genie glaring at you from the screen. “Okay, wrong reaction,” he scolds you, his voice tinny and distorted. “Maybe this will fix you.”

Faster than you can react, another loading bar fills and the page resets.

It’s like a fog settles over your head. This is hot, you think, feeling up massive tan muscles through your even tighter lycra one-piece. You love the mesh panels that let everyone see how much of a lycra slut you are. Nothing else is important except showing off your spandex-clad superhero muscles and getting off in your favourite gear.

Another wish fulfilled.

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