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Chav TF

Barty was an average guy. He would go to college, do his work, go home then play video games. Not many people really knew Barty he didn’t have many friends and was a bit of a loner. Barty was fairly short and would usually wear normal clothes like a jumper and jeans, so he never really stood out.Usually, Barty would keep to himself, but he would speak out to do the right thing. This would soon land Barty in a strange situation.

At the college there was a variety of different people and cliques. There were the jocks, the nerds, the rich kids and even a group of just weirdos. Barty didn’t have a problem with anyone at college, except a groups of lads who would regularly get into trouble. This group of lads was known as the chavs. They were the lads that got into trouble on the daily and usually for tracksuits or sportswear. Barty has sometimes found them doing rebellious activities like spray painting on the college walls or even selling stuff at double the price to other kids. Barty has always reported anything bad, but the chavs never found out it was him.

One day Barty went to the toilet and found 2 of the chav lads in there. They were laughing but quickly hid something when they heard Barty walk through the door. It was unclear what was going on but it seemed to be no good. “What you looking at lad?” Said one of the chavs with a sneering face. Quickly, Barty went into one of the stalls and peeked through the gap to see what was happening. One of the lads pulled out a lit cigarette and put it in his mouth. They were smoking in the toilets. This was a serious issue, they could set off the fire alarm and disrupt the whole college. Barty knew he had to say something but if he did then the lads would know it was him. After about 1 minute of thinking what to do, Barty decided to say something. He walked out the bathroom leaving the 2 lads in there. They tried covering their faces, but Barty found a teacher nearby, who went in there immediately.

Barty went away quickly to avoid the lads from seeing him when they leave the toilet. The chav lads got a week long detention for smoking in the toilets. They weren’t happy and by association the whole group landed in detention. Unfortunate for Barty they knew he was the one that ratted them out. While in detention the chavs were plotting what to do. “Mate what we gonna do with that rat?” said one of the lads. “We should bang him up” shouted another lad. “Nah let’s grafiti his house” suggested another. The leader of the chavs looked at his crew with a devious look. “Lads, if he has a problem with us then why not show him the way”. The rest of the gang were confused, wondering what that meant. “What you mean, boss” one of the chavs questioned. “It’s simple bruv, our friend does know much about us, so let’s show him what we are. Plus we need another body to be our lookout. He is trusted by the teachers, he would make a perfect alibi”. The gang nodded. They knew what had to be done so they began scheming.

The lads knew what they had to do. Each had a key role in the plan. The first part was in action. Two of the lads waited for Barty to walk out of college. About 20 mins later. Barty was in sight. He walked down the cobbled steps and began walking towards the town as he usually does. The two chavs followed from a distance waiting to strike. Barty didn’t know about the two lads behind him and continued his usual path. He walked through the town and took a turn into an alleyway. This was the chavs chance to strike. They grabbed hold of Barty, knocking him out cold.

The chav lads grabbed a can from their pocket. It was a small silver can of beer that you couldn’t find at the supermarket. It had a label on the side in a typical cheap beer can style. The lads cracked open the can and a hiss came out of it. The lad in the grey tracksuit grabbed Barty’s head and held his mouth open. The other lad began pouring the can’s contents down Barty’s mouth. “Drink up lad, every last drop” sniggered the lad. Once all the beer had been downed. The lads took Barty’s wallet, to make it look like a mugging, then walked off.

After about 10 minutes, Barty woke up wondering what had happened. He felt a little dizzy but other than that he felt fine. He got up off the floor and checked he still had everything. “Fuck me wallet” sighed Barty in an unfamiliar voice. His voice seemed deeper than usual. “Must be coming down with something” he thought to himself. He didn’t think much of it and walked home. It was darker than usual, when Barty walked home. He noticed that the streets were full of completely different people. Instead of the usual people commuting from work, the streets were filled of chavy lads dressed in tracksuits causing mischief. Barty didn’t want any trouble so walked through the streets as quickly as possible.

The next day Barty woke up and had a headache. He didn’t know why, but his head was pounding. He took some paracetamol and took off for college. Along the way, Barty decided to have a look for his wallet, but there was no luck there. Barty’s head was still hurting, the paracetamol wasn’t doing a thing. His head was throbbing, he had to do something about it. As he walked a long the road he saw a corner shop. He thought he could get some more pain killers, but he then realised he had no wallet, so no money. He went in anyway and hoped there would be someone who could help.

As he walked up to the door of the shop he noticed a lad in a black tracksuit smoking outside. He went up and hoped the lad would help him. “Yo mate, can you help a bruva” asked Barty in a confused manner. Barty had never spoken like that before and again his voice seemed deeper, even deeper than yesterday. Plus it sounded like he had an accent, like a rough London accent. “Yeh bruv, what you need?” replied the lad. Barty explained his situation to the chav, who was happy to help. The lad popped into the shop and came back out after a couple of minutes. “Here you are bruv” said the lad handing over a can of some kind of drink and a protein bar. The drink looked like an energy drink. “Get that down ya, you’ll be sorted mate”. Barty thanked the lad and cracked the can open and sipped the drink on his way to college.

Once Barty had got to college, he realised his headache had gone. Whatever threat drink was it did the trick and the protein bar was good too. Barty felt like he had a boost of confidence for the day. This was turning out to be a good day for Barty, and the day has only just begun. After Barty’s lessons he went to grab some lunch and sit on the football field. Barty would usually just stay in the cafeteria but it was a nice day and he thought it would be a nice change. As he walked out the doors he bumped into the lad from the corner shop.

“Yo bruv, alright?” asked the chav lad. “Lad, cheers for the help earlier, you alright bruv?” responded Barty, again he noticed his voice was still not the same as usual. Although, he was less bothered by it, his new voice was growing on him. “Bruv can you help a man out, miss is gonna come round that corner, can ya cover for me mate?”. The lad waited for Barty to respond, but before he could a teacher appeared from the corner.

“Yo miss, I ain’t done nothing. Man can vouch for me”. The teacher turned to Barty looking at him with the a glaring look. Barty knew he had to tell the truth and the lad has probably done something. Despite that, Barty didn’t know if he had done anything and the lad did help him earlier. Barty had a strange feeling about this, almost like he had to stick up for the lad because of some pact or brotherhood. While contemplating this, Barty had forgotten the teacher staring him down. He had to answer now. “Nah miss, man has been with me, we about to go to the field, you get me” answered Barty in a confident tone. “Very well off you go then, but I am watching you both” said the teacher as she turned to walk away.

“Yo cheers bruv, you’re sound lad. You wanna come hang with my bruvas?” Said the chav lad. Barty was flattered by the offer, but wasn’t sure if that would be best. What would the other chavs think or do. Batty didn’t want any trouble despite his new found confidence and friend. “Cheers for the offer bruv, but man’s got some business to see to”. Barty was apprehensive about what could happen next. “No problem lad, I wanna repay ya for not ratting me out. Meet me at the mall later on” said the lad in black. “Alright mate” Barty agreed, as his new friend swaggered away to the college gate.

The college day went as usual after lunch. Barty had his afternoon lessons and began to walk home. He remembered what the guy from lunch said. There was no harm in meeting the guy, he seemed friendly. As Barty approached the alleyway towards his usual route home, he continued down the road towards the mall. The mall was busy at this time of the day, so it was hard to find the guy from lunch. Barty searched the whole mall but couldn’t see the guy. Just as Barty was about to leave, his phone pinged. It was a friend request on Snapchat. Barty added the account and saw a message. It was the guy from earlier. The message read: Yo lad, not gonna make it. But my mate Cal is there instead. He’s at JD. Btw me name’s Kai.

Barty made his way up to JD Sports. He had never been in the store himself, as they mainly sell clothes and shoes from Nike and Adidas. As Barry climbed the stairs he noticed a lad waiting there in a blue tracksuit. The lad looked over at Barty and began walking towards him. “Oi you must be Barty, the names Cal” said the lad with a rough accent. “Yeh, I’m Barty mate. You got something for me?”. The lad reached into his pocket and pulled out a chain full of diamonds on it. He passed it to Barty, who was a bit confused what was going on. “You helped us get away with a mad plan, so here’s your cut bruv”. Barty didn't know what he got himself into but didn't want to seem rude or cause a fight. Barty took the chain from the lad. “Put it on lad, you'll look fire” said the lad with a nod of encouragement. Barty clasped the chain on this neck. It felt cold against his skin. Before Barty could say anything Cal had walked into JD sports. Nothing left to do but go home.

It's a new day and Barty hasn't woken up with a headache so its already going better than yesterday. Barty got in the shower and then started to get ready for the day. The chain he was given last night was staring at him from his bedside table. He grabbed the chain and put it on in the mirror. The chain looked good and made Barry feel confident and tough. Barty’s phone began to buzz, he had a message from Kai. It read: How’s it going lad, how's the chain? Barty responded with a picture. Kai texted back: Looking good lad, that chains fire. You should get a trim, would look fire”. Barry didn't have time to get his haircut though, college was about to start, so he had to leave quick.

At college, Barty walked into his lesson 5 mins late. This has never happened to Barty before. The teacher didn't seem to have a problem with it and just continued as normal. As the lesson continued, Barty found himself getting bored and not interested in the lesson. The only thing on Barty’s mind was how good he looked with his new chain. He phone buzzed in his pocket, it was another friend request this time from Cal. Barty accepted and found a message from Cal. Oi lad, come hang with the lads this lunch it said. Barty was still uneasy about being around the chavs. They seemed to be nice, but he didn't want to get mixed up with any trouble.

Barty needed an excuse, his mind was going blank. Cal message again with question marks. Without a moments thought Barty respond. Cheers lad, but man needs a fresh trim. About a minute passed before Cal messaged back: Fair one bruv, you should go to the barbers with Max he's getting a trim at lunch. Why did Barty say he wanted a haircut, he only had it cut a couple of weeks ago, now he might have to go with some chav lad to a random barbers. Barty didn't know what to say but couldn't turn them down. Despite what the chav lads get up to, they have been friendly almost like brothers to Barty. At the end of the lesson Barty agreed to the plan and got sent the location of the barbers.

When it was lunchtime, Barty left college to go to the barbers. If he just got a quick snip, he would able to get back in time for his next lecture. The barber was on the other side of town on a back street that Barty hadn't ever been to. It was rough part of town, a lot of gang activity took place there. There wasn't much that could be done now, Barty couldn't bail on the lads. Luckily, nothing happened to Barty on his way to the barber. In front of the shop was a lad in a Nike tracksuit and gillet. That must be Max.

“Good to see ya lad, the fellas in here are sound. They'll have you looking fresh in no time”. They walked into the barbers and got sat right away. “What can I do for ya lads?” the barber asked. In all the time it took to get to the barbers, Barty forgot he still didn't have a wallet. Barty’s face changed from a normal look to a mixture of panic and embarrassment. Before Barty could say or do anything, Max called the barber over. “Don't worry bruv, it's on me” said Max with a cheeky grin on his face.

The barber started to get to work on Barty’s hair. He began shaving the sides and back down to skin. Slowly blending the sides and back into the top. He grabbed the scissors and began cutting the top to a short length but still enough to style. “Give me a sec mate just gonna grab some product” said the barber as he walked off into the back. Barty looked into the mirror and saw a completely different person. He had never had his hair cut to a skin fade. The barber came back in to the room with a pot of powder. He sprinkled some into Barty’s hair and styled it into a straight fringe. After all that work, Barty’s haircut was done. He looked like he had just come from a council estate, which was normal for the chav lads, but not Barry. Max was finished before Barty and was waiting outside.

Barty walked outside to see Max having a smoke. “Looking fresh bruv” he cheered as he fist-bumped Barty. “You want a smoke mate?” he asked holding out a pack of cigarettes. “Nah bruv, I gotta go, cheers for the trim”. Being peer-pressured to get a haircut was one thing, but smoking was too far. Before Barty could walk of the barber came out and handed him a pot of the gel. “Just two scoops like I showed ya mate” he said before walking back into the store. On his way back, Barty looked at the time, it was 1:30 he had been at the barbers for an hour. He was so late for his lesson, that he wouldn't be able to get back in time for any of it. He quickly emailed the teacher and made up an excuse, saying he felt I'll and left college. Well there's not much else to do but go home.

Along the way home Barty saw 2 lads sat in the park. They were both wearing red track suits and seemed to be up to no good. As went to go past them they stood up and blocked the way. “Give us your shoes, bruv” shouted one of the lads. This had never happened to Barty before, he was unsure how to play it. Instinctively, Barty wanted to back away, but he didn’t. He felt as if thoughts were seeping into his mind. Barty looked at the lads and responded with a slick attitude . “Fuck off lads”. The two were taken aback but were determined to get Barty’s shoes. They push him to the ground, grabbed the shoes off Barty’s feet and ran. Barty got up but there was no point running after them, so he walked back home.

As Barty went up to his room, he felt his phone vibrate. He jumped on his bed and open up Snapchat. He saw Max had added him as a friend. Within a couple of days Barty had gone from no friends to three of them. Barty added Max back and saw a message from him. “What’s on lad” Max had said. Barty messaged back and explained he got mugged again but this time it was his shoes. While Barty waited for Max to respond, he looked at himself in the mirror. Looking into the mirror, Barty focused on his new haircut. It had grown on him, he felt it made him look tough and like a bit of a stud. Normally Barry wouldn't be into having a haircut like his, but today he couldn't imagine his hair as anything but his new trim.

Barty's phone puzzled in the background, bring Barty’s attention back to reality. An hour or so must have passed by as it was now night time. Barty picked up his phone and saw it was another message from Max. “Fuck that's out of order bruv. We’ll sort ya out tomorrow. Me and the lads been thinking you need a fresh look to go with that boss trim.”. This got Barty wondering about what Max meant. Since being around the chav lads Barty had experienced changes he wouldn’t have made by himself. Strangely though, Barty liked the new him. He felt more confident and was finally making friends. It was getting late and college was tomorrow so Barty went to bed waiting to see what was in store.

The next morning rolled in and Barty got up and got ready, showered, did his hair just how the barber showed him and popped his chain on. As Barty opened the door, he noticed a chav lad waiting there. “Alright bruv?” Said the chav holding his hand to come in for a chest bump. Barty grabbed his hand and the two bumped chest. “Yeh mate, how’s it” replied Barty. “Not too bad bruv, Maxy boy said you needed some gear” said the lad. Barty was unsure what to say. Before he could speak the lad stepped through the door. “Nice gaff you have mate, where’s your room at?”. Barty showed the lad up to his room. “The names Josh but the lads call me Jay, wheres your trackies at mate”. Josh opened up Barty’s wardrobe to find just some unbranded t-shirts, some trousers and the odd jumper. “Mate you’re gonna need all new gear, come with me, we’re going JD lad” Josh said. “Cal and Kai can sort this out”. “What you mean bruv” asked Barty. Josh told him not to worry and trust a bruva.

Barty and Josh walk out the front door. As Barty begins locking up, josh pulls a cigarette from his ear and lights it. “You want one bruv” asks Josh as he blows a cloud of smoke. “Nah, you’re alright lad” Barty replied as he began to walk towards town. “Oí mate what you doing, get in me corsa”. Josh pointed to a black car. It looked like it had been modified. The car was quite low down and had a couple of scratches but as a whole looked in decent condition. The inside smelled of smoke and there were JD sports bags in the back. “You ready mate?” Said Josh and Barty nodded.

Driving to JD was fun. Josh liked to speed down the streets but he was full of chat. He talked about the football game on last night, about the sex he had last night and his car. Barty ad Josh arrived at JD in record time. The two walked into JD and Josh went straight to the Nike section. He picked out a grey Nike tech fleece tracksuit and a black T-shirt. He swaggered over to the trainers and picked up a pair of Nike Air Maxes and a couple of other small things. “Go try this on mate” said Josh pointing towards the changing room. Barty walked into the changing room and put down all the clothes picked out for him.

All the clothes weren’t anything Barty would pick out himself, but Josh seemed like a nice lad. Barty didn’t want to disappoint Josh, he felt like a brother already. Slowly Barty put on the tracksuit followed by the shoes, a cap, gloves and a puffer jacket. There was no mirror in the changing room so Barty couldn’t see what he look like. He walked out the room with the clothes on to show Josh. Josh was at the till handing over some cash and grabbing two JD sports bags. He swaggered over to Barty. “Looking fire, bruv. How’s it feel” said Josh passing over a JD bag. “Feels alright mate” Barty replied. “Nice mate, just pull them trackies down and you will be sorted. Got ya some other gear and lads have sorted you out back at your gaff”. He pulled Barty’s trackies down so that Barty’s boxers were visible. Barty put the JD bad around him and the two walked out the shop.

As they walked out the shop Josh got a call on his phone. “Give me a sec mate” he said before answering and walking off for privacy. College had started and Barty was thinking about the fact that he would be late to his lecture. Barty picked up his phone and began writing an email then realised he had another friend request this time from Josh. By now Josh had finished his call and was walking over. “Mate we gotta catch up with the lads ya know” said Josh. Barty really should be getting to college, but Josh did just buy him a whole outfit. “Yeh no problem Josh mate” Barty responded. “Mate, you’re a bruva now, call me Jay”. The two walked back to the corsa and zoomed off.

The corsa came to a holt, when they reached the location. Barty got out the car to see a complex of flats. It looked like one of the lads probably lived here. Jay walked straight in. “You coming mate?” He said as Barty began walking towards the door. Inside the stairway was the lads waiting. There was Cal, Kai and Max, even another chav that Barty hadn’t met. “What’s on lads” Jay says, having a brotherly embrace with the all the lads. As the lads finish with Jay, they go to embrace Barty. The lads turn to look at the chav lad in red. “The names Mikey, welcome to the gang mate, you look sick bruv” said the chav in red. Mikey seemed to be the leader of the gang.

The lads began talking about the usual stuff for chavs, footie, cars and sex. “Let’s get some beers lads” said Mikey. Cal got up and passed a beer round to everyone. At the same time the lads put a cigarette in their mouth and lit it. “You want one Barty” asked Kai. “Nah you’re alright Kai mate” said Barty. “Nah lad take one, you gotta smoke now” said Mikey in a deep commanding voice. Barty took a cigarette from the pack and placed it in his mouth. Just before he could light it, his phone rang. “Sorry lads gotta take this one” Barty said walking away. He placed the cigarette behind his ear while taking the call. It was college asking where he was. Barty told them he had a medical appointment and was on the way now. “Sorry lads I gotta go, catch ya later” said Barty before walking out the doors. The lads looked at each other proud of their work. They began to nod and grin like they were agreeing on the next step.

Meanwhile after walking to college, Barty had made it for his afternoon lessons. Although Barty had made it back, he didn’t focus or try to do the lesson. He spent the time talking to others and causing mischief. This was unlike Barty and people started to notice. Barty was unsure what was happening to him. It was like he was becoming a new person, a chavy person. Barty received a text from the lads. He was added to a group called Top Charvas. They told him to meet them at the gas station and that they had something important for him to do. Barty was buzzed for later.

After college, Barty began walking to the gas station.The closer he got the more he swaggered. With every step Barty felt more and more confident, almost cocky. Barty hands began in his jacket pockets, then went to his trackie pockets and were now just down his trackies. Barty began feeling arrogant and horny. All he could think of was footy sex and cars. With every step closer the Barty he used to be was slipping away, slowly becoming more and more chavy. Finally Barty had reached the station. All the lads were there waiting.

“How’s it going lads” Barty yells out fist bumping all the lads. “Good to see ya bruv” said Mikey. “We got a job for ya lad” Mikey continued to explain the job. Currently, there was a dealer in the station grabbing the lads order of cigarettes and beers. All Barty had to do was pay the dealer and collect the order. Barty agreed and went to the back of the station waiting for the dealer. About 5 mins later a man appeared. The man was wearing a shiny adidas tracksuit and smelled of weed. “You picking up for Mikey” he said. “Yeh mate I am on collection” Barty replied handing over the cash. “You know the drill lad?”. “What you mean bruv” asked Barty. “All new faces have gotta smoke a cigarette and down a beer before getting the collection”. The man passed over a beer and pack of cigarettes. Barty popped the can open and began downing the beer. At first it burned but it became easier towards the end of the can. Next came the cigarette. Barty put one in his mouth, lit it and inhaled. With every puff and blow of smoke, Barty felt a rush. He finished the cigarette and the man gave home a bag then left.

Before Barty could make his way back to the lads, he heard a noise. It was the lads they had followed and watched. “That was sick bruv, you are a proper chav now” said Kai. Mikey took the package off Barty. “Cheers mate, we got something for ya” Mikey said checking the supplies were all there. Max handed Barty a wallet with all new stuff, wads of cash and even a new ID. The name was not Barty’s though. “We thought you’d like a change mate” Max said. Barty’s name on the ID was now Ty. “Let’s celebrate lads, show Ty how us bruvs have a good night. The lads pile into Jay’s car and they go on ride about, drinking, smoking and having a laugh.

It was the next morning and Ty found himself hanging. He sniffed his armpits to see if he needed a shower. Nothing too bad, but if spray and cologne will sort it out. Ty stumbled into the bathroom sprayed himself with some Lynx and then half a bottle of cheap cologne. Next, he gelled his hair back and got dressed. He put on his Nike tech fleece, with the trackies sagging, a pair of Nike Tns, his chain, some Nike gloves and a Nike bag. After that he was ready to meet the boys. He popped a cigarette in his mouth and walked to the train station.

Ty saw all the lads were there. “What’s on bruv” Ty said swaggering over. All the lads engaged in fist bumps and manly embraces. The day was simple skip college, ride the train, cause some mischief, play some footie then drinks on the way home. Ty’s new life was much simpler and was far more enjoyable for Ty, because now he was one of the lads. Just a rugged scally chav lad.

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Fire in the Forest

Adam sighed deeply as he unlocked the door to his apartment. The familiar scent of old laundry and takeout boxes washed over him as the door swung open. He slid his bag off his shoulder onto the floor and slumped onto the couch. Today had been one of the worst days of his life, to put it mildly. The company he’d slaved away for since graduating a few years ago had unexpectedly let him go as part of cost cutting measures. Every late night he’d spent at the office suddenly hit him as a waste, his hard work had never mattered to those up top. Adding insult to injury was his paltry severance package; with his rent it’d barely last two weeks. He wouldn’t even have time to breathe before having to find a new job.

Before he knew it he’d passed out sitting on the couch, waking up hours later to a dark sky out the window. Shit, he muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes before forcing his body up and off the couch. He tossed a frozen meal into the microwave before setting his laptop up on the table. With the microwave humming in the background he started visiting websites of companies he knew of in the same sphere. Career page after career page yielded no luck. He grabbed his food from the beeping microwave and continued to solemnly scroll through page after page of indeed listings, applying to every one he could convince himself he was qualified for. Soon enough it was two in the morning, and Adam decided to call it quits. He cleaned up his now very cold dinner and went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face and clean up for bed. His red hair glowed under the ceiling light, looking almost like fire. It was one of his more attractive qualities, he thought to himself, looking at his skinny frame and ghostly skin. He flipped off the lights and hopped into bed.

It was around ten the next morning that Adam finally crawled out of bed. He grabbed his phone off the desk and quickly checked for any job notifications. There was only one, and not one he recognized. It was a recruitment email from a logging company, Cascade Lumber. He skimmed over the email, they’d “found” his profile online and thought he’d be a good fit for a lumberjack role? That was ridiculous, he thought, and closed out of his email. Frustrated at no actual leads, he decided to take a walk for the morning and get back to searching that afternoon. While out trying to enjoy the rare sunny day, that email stuck in his mind. Really? A lumberjack? It was absurd, insulting almost. He was a software developer, not some country laborer. He got back to his apartment and threw himself back into the search, sending out applications one after another. The next day was much of the same, desperately trying to find more niche positions that might be hiring. Still no responses, though. Each day he became a little more stressed, a little more frantic in his search. How had no one responded yet? He had plenty of qualifications and experience, he didn’t understand the problem.

Two weeks had passed and Adam was against a wall. His severance cash was nearly dried up, and still nothing had come through, not even an interview. Even his connections had fallen through. With the bills starting to pile up on the counter, he was out of options. That was when he remembered the email from weeks before. At this point it couldn’t hurt to respond, maybe they had a tech position he could weasel into. He wrote a short response and sent it off. Just minutes later, as Adam was in the middle of making lunch, his phone buzzed. They’d responded already, inviting him out to their office. The address was nearly an hour out west, but what choice did he have?

The next morning he was on his way out of the city, high rises giving way to fields and then forest. Dense groves alternated with barren patches of recently logged areas, letting sunlight down to the road. He pulled down a narrow road and a few minutes later parked in front of a modest building tucked into the trees. His car was surrounded by huge trucks filled to the brim with tree trunks, as well as some large machinery he couldn’t identify. Upon walking inside he was greeted with a dim room full of old logging gear. He heard the footsteps of someone large approaching, before a huge man descended the stairs to greet him. He looked enormous in this small room, almost scraping the ceiling, and his frame was equally wide. His open shirt revealed a forest of hair on his chest, and his beard was incredibly thick. Adam suddenly felt very intimidated, despite the large smile on the man’s face.

“Hey there! You must be Adam, so glad you took us up on visiting. We really think you’d be a great asset on the team. Whoa! I’m getting ahead of myself, the name’s Derek,” he reached out his absolute paw of a hand. With a shake Derek immediately began touring Adam around the office. Derek was overwhelming with his enthusiasm, but also in his assumption that Adam had agreed to start working there. He didn’t have another option, but they didn’t know that. They got into Derek’s truck and he drove off into the forest towards a work site. The majority of the information Derek was spitting out went in one ear and out the other, but Adam tried to look as engaged as he could. The truck came to a screeching halt in an area they were currently clearing. The sound of chainsaws was like nails on a chalkboard to Adam as they stepped out of the truck. In the distance he saw machinery whirring away cutting trees, as well as men harnessed up with saws. Derek went into more detail about working in an active logging site, the dangers and safety measures. Adam was instead busy looking at the men working nearby. They had on hard hats and bright orange vests overtop thick jackets or flannels. They all looked big and burly, like they’d been lifting for years. Adam wasn’t sure how in Derek’s mind he would be able to do anything here.

“...and I think that just about covers most of it. Oh! And the salary is $55k per year, with annual raises and benefits. We try to do right by our guys here,” Derek smiled at Adam. That number had finally gotten his attention. Nothing close to his old job, but better than zero. In a decision that probably warranted some more thought, Adam opened his mouth.

“Great, when do I start?”

Derek’s smile doubled in size and he slapped Adam on the back. “That’s my man, let’s get you all set up then while you’re out here,” he said. They both got back into Derek’s truck and drove back to the office. Inside Adam was handed the same hat and vest he saw the men at the site wearing.

“Now that’s just the basics, you’ll probably want some heavy clothing while on the job, and get yourself some good boots while you’re at it,” he chuckled, looking down at Adam’s aging vans shoes. Adam thanked him and walked back to his car. Still unsure of this whole venture, Adam departed. On the way back he stopped at some workwear stores, looking for boots and clothes to fit the job. Having no idea what he actually needed, he just looked for the closest things to what he remembered the guys there wearing. Close enough, right?

Back at his apartment he cautiously tried on all the clothing he’d just gotten. To his surprise, it all fit fairly well, despite his body being much smaller than most of the guys out there. His thin frame looked bulkier under a thick layer of protective and warm clothing. He almost… liked how it looked? Adam quickly put that thought out of his head and stripped off the gear. The sun was already dipping below the horizon and he had to be out there early in the morning from now on.

The alarm came even sooner than he thought. Adam rolled out of bed at four in the morning, and was out the door as soon as he could get himself together. The air was chilly outside, with not even a hint of the sunrise yet in the darkness. He drove straight to the site Derek had assigned him to, finding a group of men chatting together while donning their equipment. Adam introduced himself, and began putting on his own assigned gear. The day flew by as several other guys instructed Adam on how things worked. He was more keen to pay attention to everything this time, listening intently to each burly man who showed him how to use a chainsaw. By the end of the day he’d felled a few trees and learned the basics of the larger machinery the team used. Despite it being cool all day, Adam was sweating up a storm in his thick coat. Maybe he’d overestimated how much layering was needed. The drive home felt shorter than it had the day before, but Adam was frustrated at a recurring itch on his jaw, it just kept coming back no matter how much he scratched at it.

The next few days were much of the same, Adam’s time was highly supervised while he was learning, but he was surprised at how easily he took to it. His original plan of finding a tech position to switch to had already been forgotten. The other lumberjacks seemed to like Adam as well, despite his scrawny stature. His red hair made him easy to point out, even though it was usually covered by a hard hat. The itch on his face reared its head a few more times, as Adam’s baby smooth face was slowly overtaken by a light red stubble. Each day it would poke out just a hair more, reaching out from his chin towards his sideburns. Adam failed to notice this, just as he was blind to the muscle his skinny body had started to put on. In just a week he’d gained serious definition, he had slight pecs and shoulders, and his arms looked like he’d been working out for years. Must be the intensity of the job, he thought to himself when one of his old t-shirts no longer fit. As the days passed, his stubble connected across his face, and some wispy hairs poked out of his growing pecs. Barely noticeable, but there nonetheless.

The weeks continued to pass as Adam got settled into his position. He started to feel like a real lumberjack as trees fell by his hand day by day. He began to fit in more with the other men as well. His bright red stubble thickened. Hairs that were barely more than peach fuzz grew thick and pushed out into a true short beard. The wisps on his chest likewise grew thicker, curlier, as more pressed out of his pecs. The red hairs grew and wove together until the hairy coating could no longer be ignored. His chest hair was normally kept beneath multiple layers, until one of his fellow loggers spotted the rug while he was changing. The crew gave him their old flannels and forced him to wear them and let some of the fiery red hair poke out. They all loved it, he was looking like them with their thick beards and hairy chests. The tiny new hire was quickly vanishing beneath muscle and fur, as the hairs on his chest spread downwards over his tight stomach.

Adam began noticing that each day he would leave work absolutely soaked in sweat. His layers just absorbed it leaving him a sopping mess as the job was so labor intensive. It didn’t bother him, he just bought more work clothes to cycle through, but he was oblivious to the other effects it was having. Adam’s body, steeping in sweat all day, was producing more and more. Not only that, his previously bare pits began sprouting fine red hairs. At first it was just a few thin hairs poking out, but as they were soaked in sweat they grew thicker. More hairs popped out of the damp pit, filling in rapidly. His once smooth pits were growing into a dense jungle of hair, the hairs thick and red, tangling together into a tuft that trapped even more sweat and stench. They spread out of the confines of his pit, connecting with the pelt on his chest and beginning to pop out across his upper arms. He would dig his fingers into his furry pits to scratch, the hair growing in itching like mad. Each day more hairs pushed out, more sweat was trapped, and the more he smelled like the other men around him.

As the weeks rolled on, Adam kept having to buy new clothes between sweat stains and simply outgrowing them. His body had put on a lot of size since starting, his thin frame bulking out as he grew taller and wider. The weather was growing colder, and the added layers were hiding his growing size, as well as his growing fur. The hair from his pits was continuing its march, with wiry hair cropping up across his shoulders, triceps, and was especially dense on his forearms. Red wispy hairs sprouted all over his upper body, filling in gaps and growing into a thick ginger rug. His body was growing at a rapid rate, biceps filling out and pecs becoming real pillows, but it wasn’t all muscle. His size was softened by a healthy layer of fat that only encouraged more hair to sprout. His already dense chest hair thickened further, red hairs swirling around his nipples and growing longer and curlier. The chest fur grew up and over his shoulders, creating a seamless carpet from his hands through his torso. Even his back was beginning to show signs, as light red fuzz was gathering around his shoulder blades and above his waistline. Hair sprouted out of his shirt collars and poked from his sleeves; even under his layers of clothes his coworkers knew Adam was hiding some impressive fur.

What they couldn’t see was below Adam’s waistline. The fur coat from his stomach slowly inched downwards, the wispy hairs occupying his groin quickly overrun with a thick red bush. The hairs pushed out from the base of his cock, thick and curly they sprouted and tangled together as the bush expanded. The hairs climbed up and connected with the rug on his stomach, and out to his thighs before racing down his thick legs. His pubes grew denser into a thick triangle of red hair, his cock growing larger to not be hidden beneath the jungle. Adam hardly noticed as the bulge in his jeans grew day by day, sweat soaking the area as it developed a thick musk that was barely contained by his underwear. He had to buy larger sizes after his balls swelled considerably, dropping lower than before and sprouting with their own rug of red hair. The hairs spread down over his taint before blossoming in his ass crack, a thick fiery explosion of fur pushing out as the hairs grew like weeds over his large cheeks. His legs grew stockier to support his growing body as the hairs continued their march from the thick nest of pubes. His thighs were coated before it spread to his calves. His feet stretched and ached as they grew multiple sizes in just a few weeks, before too being buried beneath a thick mat of red hair.

Winter finally began showing its ugly face, and Adam’s job grew rougher daily as temperatures plummeted up in the mountains. His body adapted, packing on considerable bulk. Gone was his thin, twinky frame, replaced now by a thick and strong body, built for strength and warmth. His thick muscular frame was coated in a layer of fat to insulate him, and his belly seemed to just keep growing. The fur coat he’d been developing only continued to come in. The red hairs grew thicker and denser every day, pushing against his clothing. His fiery red beard, which had been well kept until now began erupting from his face with a fury. Thick hairs curled over his upper lip as the hairs on his cheeks pushed out inch after inch. More hairs filled in between as the coating crawled higher on his cheeks. It surged down his neck and blended with the thick chest hair. He looked wild, but it kept his face warm from the frigid winds. He even got complimented on it, earning a reputation as a real mountain man from his fellow lumberjacks. Adam had fully adapted to his job, there was no going back. He was now a hairy, hefty lumberjack with a fur coat to rival an animal’s. He’d grown to be one of the best in the crew, each tree felled returning as a hair in his pelt.

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"Ugh, bro, pleeeeease?"

Max looked at me with those dopey blue eyes of his, staring dully through me and appearing to lack any kind of intelligence or perception.

"I told you, I have a very important club interview," I replied. "This could determine if I can network into a good job after college!" stressing the importance of a job, something my stoner roommate never seemed to understand.

"Just one hit, man, come on! You gotta stop worrying about that stuff and just chill out!" he replied, stretching his muscular arms over his head of greasy (probably unwashed) brown hair and closing his eyes, as if musing about something important. "You gotta try this weed bro, I just, I-" he stuttered as he took another hit. "I don't fuckin' know man, I think you just need this."

Exasperated, I dropped my heavy bag on the floor and strode over to his side of the room, switching to mouth breathing to avoid inhaling too much foot funk from his "clean pile" of clothes, as Max called it. Even three air fresheners weren't enough to keep the pungent smells of weed and sweat at bay.

"What the hell, dude, when's the last time you even washed those?!"

"Oh, I dunno, a couple weeks ago, maybe?" Max replied, shrugging.

I could see some of the dried crust still clinging to the fabric. I couldn't help but be amazed at the sheer size of his stash. The pile was easily four feet across, and it was clear Max was still working to roll his way through the rest. I couldn't even imagine where he got it all.

"Look, just let me finish my meeting, then I'll smoke with you, okay?"

Max's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, for real?" he replied, excited. "You promise? Pinky swear?"

Max stuck his hand out, his pinky raised and his arm shaking slightly. He looked like an overgrown child. I was so tired, I didn't even hesitate. I wrapped my pinky around his, then turned to walk out of the room. As soon as I let go, I felt a sudden, powerful wave of euphoria wash over me. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I couldn't even think straight, the sensation was so intense.

I collapsed against the doorway, unable to move. I could barely even think. The only thought that went through my mind was that I'd never felt this good in my life. Every inch of my skin tingled and buzzed, like a pleasant static that sent ripples of bliss through my muscles. I couldn't even control the way my body twitched and shivered.

"Duuuude," I heard Max say. "You feel that, man? I told you it's the good stuff."

I didn't know what was happening to me. My heart was racing and I couldn't breathe, and the feeling was getting more and more intense. "What..." I struggled to even sound out words. "I didn't even...take a hit..."

"Well, no, not technically," Max said, laughing. "But, uh, that's not what it was, actually. See, I sorta dosed your pinky."

I looked up at him, confused. My vision was blurry and I could barely see him, but he was grinning widely, and I could see the outline of his meaty, calloused hands rubbing the front of his jeans.

"See, it's like this, man. That wasn't weed. That was just, you know, a little something to get you to loosen up a bit. And, uh, well, there's this other thing, too. That shit I sprayed on your hand. It's not, uh, not exactly what you think."

The euphoria was fading, but it was still intense, and it was making my brain spin. "You sprayed my...hand?" I mumbled, barely able to understand what he was saying.

"Yeah, bro, I sorta had to, man. You kept getting me down with all your stress." He flexed his big biceps and gave one a kiss. "Now you're gonna be just like me!" He grinned wide, his perfect teeth glinting in the low light.

I couldn't respond. The sensations were still washing over me, but the euphoria was fading. As my brain began to work again, I suddenly realized that there was something wrong with me. There was a new, alien weight between my legs.

"Wha-what did you do?" I stammered, still dazed and confused. "What...what did you..."

I looked down, and froze. There was a huge, heavy bulge straining against the crotch of my jeans, stretching the thick material taut. It was huge. Like, absolutely massive. It was easily the size of my fist, maybe even bigger. It was so big and round, I could even see the outline of the individual balls.

"Duuuuude, bro, look at that fucking thing!" Max exclaimed, pointing and laughing. "It's totally fucking huge! Holy shit, man, it's the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life!"

I tried to speak, but I was still so confused, I couldn't get my mouth to form words.

"I didn't know they could get that big, man! Wow, bro, you're really packing a fucking cannon, you know that? Holy shit, it's so fucking hot." Max was practically drooling as he ogled the enormous bulge in my pants.

I could feel the heat radiating off of it, and I could tell it was pulsing and throbbing with each beat of my heart. The sensation was incredibly intense.

"It's...it's not possible..." I stammered, my voice cracking. "What...what did you spray?"

"Bro, I'm telling you, it's totally normal!" Max said, trying his best to sound reassuring. "My friend from home, he said, well, it's just that..." Max stammered again, his usually peaceful face betraying some shyness. "I've always thought you were cute, even without that package. You just needed to loosen up a little. And, I mean, I just wanted you to be, like, comfortable with me. It was just a little bit, man, and it was totally safe. Like, I swear, it's totally normal, dude." He grinned and shot me a wink. "Soon you're going to be just like me."

Max was still staring at the massive bulge, and I could see the outline of his huge dick stretching the crotch of his jeans.

"Dude, bro, I-" my hand shot to my mouth. I had never used those words in the same sentence before! "I...I didn't mean that!"

"Oh, yeah, dude," Max replied, not even noticing. "It's totally normal, bro. You're just a little high is all."

"High?!" I shouted, exasperated. "This isn't...I'm not...this isn't how people talk!"

Max just shrugged. "Bro, you've always been a nerd, and it's cool, man, I totally get it. But this is a big step forward. You're gonna love this. I swear."

I couldn't believe this was happening. I was still trying to process everything that was happening to me, when I heard Max's voice.

"Duuuuuude, check it out, bro," he said, gesturing to the bulge in his jeans. "We're, like, totally packing!"

"I can't..."

"Oh, shit, right. Dude, you gotta feel this."

Max quickly reached down and grabbed the bulge in my pants. As soon as he made contact, I felt a powerful surge of pleasure ripple through me. My body immediately responded to his touch, and I could feel my new cock throb and twitch. I groaned, unable to hold back the sounds.

"Dude, holy shit, bro, it's like, really sensitive or something," Max said, his eyes wide. "Like, really, really fucking sensitive, bro."

"No, it's...not..." I moaned, but I could tell it was a lie. It felt like Max's hand was squeezing my balls, and the pleasure was incredible.

"Fuck, bro, it's, like, really fucking sensitive, dude. Like, fucking, crazy fucking sensitive." Max was practically drooling, and his eyes were glazed over. He was clearly enjoying this a lot.

"Please, stop..."

"Fuck, bro, you're so fucking hard," Max groaned. He started to rub my bulge, and his other hand went to the front of his own jeans. "...and, you're so pretty too. I just don't want to lose you to all those meetings, bro. I want you to be with me."

"Wait, no, what are you doing?"

"I can't hold back anymore, dude, I gotta see your big dick," Max replied, unzipping my jeans and reaching in. He slowly pulled down, and my eyes widened as he revealed the huge, throbbing bulge in my underwear. It was so big, the fabric was stretched tight, and it was already soaked in pre-cum.

"Holy shit, dude, that thing is huge!" Max exclaimed, his voice cracking. He was staring at my huge bulge with a lustful expression, and his long tongue darted out to lick his lips. "It's, like, fucking, massive."

I looked down and was shocked by what I saw. It was easily twice as big as it had been just a few minutes ago. It was still growing, and it was stretching the fabric of my boxer-briefs to the limit. Max began to move closer, scrambling to take off his busted old t-shirt, meaty pecs and perfect washboard abs busting out as he did. He leaned forward, and his massive bicep brushed against my new rock-hard dick.

"Oh, shit, bro, fuck," Max moaned as he leaned in closer. At this point I could almost feel the waves of sweat and weed rolling off his huge body, and my cock was throbbing and leaking, straining against the tight fabric of my underwear.

"You're so hot, dude," Max said, reaching out to grab my huge bulge, wrapping his meaty hand around it. His hand was warm and rough, and his grip was strong, squeezing my bulge and causing a fresh burst of pleasure. "You're, like, fucking sexy as hell, man."

"What the hell, bro, no, that's not...that's not right!" I stammered, but Max's words sent a thrill through me. I could feel my cheeks burning, and I could feel the heat radiating from my skin. "That's not, I'm not a fag!"

"You sure about that, bro?" he asked, giving it a tug and sending a bolt of pleasure through my body. I felt the euphoria return. This time, it was a hundred times more intense.

"Fuuuuck," I groaned, leaning my head back. "Bro, it feels so fucking good."

"I know, right? And it's going to feel even better when you're a stoner like me, dude." Max replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Fuck, bro, I can't take it, I gotta get naked," Max moaned, frantically undoing his belt and shucking his pants. "I'm so fucking hard, bro, I can't wait to fuck you."

I looked down, and for the first time, got a good look at my new equipment. It was absolutely massive. It was huge and thick, easily the biggest cock I'd ever seen, and it was still growing. It was 10 inches long, and thicker than a beer can. My balls were huge, too, hanging heavy and swollen between my legs. I'd never felt anything like it.

The sensation continued to wash over me, slowly becoming heat as I began to sweat. It felt amazing. I couldn't control myself, I was already starting to moan and groan, and the euphoria was starting to mix with my arousal. My new cock was so sensitive, and the slightest touch made it throb and pulse.

"It's starting!" Max shouted, looking at my side of the room as my clean and organized things started to transform. My desk became cluttered with bongs and pipes, and posters of the periodic table were suddenly replaced by scantily clad men. My clothes started to change, too. My formerly neat shirts were suddenly full of holes and stained with various substances. My shoes were replaced with flip flops and Crocs.

"I can't take it, man, I'm too horny, I need to kiss you, right now," Max moaned, his voice shaking with desperation. "I've been waiting for this day, dude, and I can't hold back any longer."

Before I could protest, Max leaned in and kissed me, his big, thick tongue probing my mouth. The heat was overwhelming, and his kisses were passionate and hungry. His big, rough hands began to explore my body, rubbing and stroking and caressing every inch of me. He broke away from the kiss and buried his face in my neck, licking and nibbling and kissing. He was so close, I could feel the heat from his body, and I could smell the overpowering funk of stale sweat and reeking weed. It was so powerful I almost didn't notice my feet begin to ache and the pain in my lower back.

"What's...what's happening to me, bro?" I asked, my voice breaking. "I feel...I feel like...fuck, bro, it hurts!"

"You're changing, dude," Max replied, grinning. "It's the weed. You're finally becoming one with the bud."

"Fuck, bro, I can't hold back anymore," Max moaned. He reached down and began to stroke his giant cock, pre-cum pouring from the tip. It was easily 9 inches, and his massive balls were swollen and heavy with greasy, unwashed hair.

My feet continued to ache and burn as they stretched out, becoming bigger and broader. I could feel my bones shifting and rearranging, long tufts of sweaty hair sprouting out of my feet as they morphed into giant, hairy stumps. I couldn't believe it. The changes were getting more and more intense, and it was driving me wild. I felt like I was going to explode.

"I can't take it anymore," Max groaned, his voice a husky growl. " I have to make you mine."

Without hesitation, Max grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, pushing me face-first into my mattress. His hands were rough and strong, and he easily manhandled me.

"Holy fuck, dude, your ass, it's..." Max moaned, his voice filled with lust. "It's so fucking huge."

My ass was getting bigger and rounder, and it was stretching the seat of my boxer-briefs to the limits, and I felt a sharp, sudden pain as the fabric gave way and tore, leaving my huge, jiggly, fat, bubble butt exposed.

"I'm so horny, bro" Max moaned, his voice shaky and breathy, as my ass filled with greasy, oily stink, the air thick with the musk of unwashed flesh and reeking, unwashed funk.

"You're so hot, dude. It's so hot that you're getting stoned."

"What? Bro, that's not...wait!"

"Don't worry, dude, you'll get used to it. It's just the weed talking."

"No, wait, bro, you can't..." I moaned again as my legs began to push me taller, my thighs and calves widening and thickening. My feet swelled even more, filling to a size 13, and a sudden rush of heat swept over my body.

"Fuck, dude, you're so fucking hot, man," Max groaned, his voice thick with lust, rubbing my new, tick legs as dark, swirly hair began to sprout, quickly becoming matted with the sweat of hours upon hours of mindless smoking.

"Please, bro, stop," I moaned, as my body began to shake. "I can't take it, I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum."

"Dude, that's the whole point, bro," Max replied, his voice trembling. "Just relax, and let it happen. It's gonna feel so fucking good."

"It's too much," I moaned, my cock throbbing and pulsing. "It's too intense."

"I know, dude, it's just the weed, bro. It'll feel better after you get used to it. Trust me."

I could feel the hair begin to creep onto my stomach and chest, quickly spreading and covering me in a layer of greasy, foul-smelling, sweaty body hair.

"Dude, are you seriously not feeling this, too?" I asked, my voice cracking. "Bro, I can't take it, please, just stop, it's too much."

"Dude, chill, you're fine," Max replied, flipping me back over and rubbing his hand over my new abs and thickening pecs. "Just enjoy the ride."

"Wait, no, I'm not...fuuuuck!"

The sensation was so intense, it was driving me wild. I could barely even think. My pecs were growing larger and heavier, and my nipples were swelling and darkening, the areolae growing thicker and hairier.

"Fuuuuuck, dude, you're so fucking sexy," Max groaned, grabbing a fistful of hair and giving it a sharp tug, making me moan with pleasure.

My cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum, and I could feel the heat coming from it. My balls were swollen and heavy, and they were aching for release.

"Fuck, dude, I can't take it," Max moaned, his voice filled with desperation, shoving his face into my pit as they began to grow and deepen, quickly filling with rank, musky body odor. As he licked, my arms grew longer and wider, my biceps and triceps growing thicker and bulkier. My forearms became thicker and more defined, and my hands and fingers were getting bigger and beefier.

"Bro, it's so fucking good." Max's voice was muffled by my armpit, and I could feel his tongue lapping up the stale sweat and musk.

My arms were now completely covered in thick, greasy, matted hair, and the same was happening to my back, the swirly pattern spreading like a wildfire. My shoulders were growing larger and rounder, and I could feel the muscles shifting and rearranging.

"Please, dude, don't...I can't..."

"I can't stop, bro, you're so hot," Max moaned, his face buried in my pit. I could smell our odors mixing together as our muscular bodies writhed against each other, slick with sweat and the stinking smell of weed.

I was so turned on.

"You're so hot, bro," Max moaned, his pre-cum leaking all over the place.

"No, bro, what?" I moaned, my voice trembling. "I'm not a faggot."

"That's just the weed, dude," Max replied, his voice low and husky. "You're gonna love it."

"Please, no," I moaned, but I knew he was right. I was so turned on, and the weed was driving me wild as my neck and jaw began to fill out and widen, my Adam's apple growing into a large, meaty knob.

I moaned as my voice deepened, the vibrations reverberating through me, causing me to shiver, my speech becoming permanently relaxed, just like my roommate's.

"Fuck," Max groaned, going in for a slobbery, wet kiss, our body heat generating enough stink to make me gag.

My body was now covered in matted, swirly body hair, and it was growing thicker and greasier, the same thing happening to my chest. I could feel my pecs bulging even more as my face was being smothered in kisses and licks, my nose cracking into a previously-broken shape and the skin becoming rough and scarred.

"Oh, fuck, dude, you're so fucking hot," Max moaned, burying his face in my thick neck, his voice muffled by the hair.

"No, please, bro," I moaned, my voice cracking. "I can't take it, it's too much."

"You can do it, bro, just hold on a little longer," Max replied, his voice shaky.

My tongue grew thicker and longer, and it started to loll out of my mouth, my face cracking into model-level handsomeness. I was so turned on, and I couldn't take it anymore. My balls were throbbing and pulsing, and my cock was throbbing and pulsing.

"I'm gonna cum," I moaned, my voice deep and slow.

"Do it, bro," Max moaned, his voice trembling. "Do it, cum all over me, bro."

I felt his fingers run across my short hair, sending a shiver down my spine. My body was wracked with pleasure as I felt ropes of rancid, stinking cum shoot from my cock, splattering his chest and stomach. I couldn't control myself, I was moaning and groaning, the intense orgasm rocking my body, my new, masculine frame shaking and quivering.

With each rope, my bright green eyes became dimmer and dimmer, coloring grayer and grayer as all of my worries and stress flowed out of me, and I fell into a state of bliss, my cock still twitching and throbbing as the last change began. My hair grew longer and thicker, until it was a long, shaggy, dirty mess, and a fresh wave of fresh musk rose off me.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned, my voice deep and slow, my tongue lolling out of my mouth.

"Fuck, dude, you're so fucking sexy," Max moaned, his voice cracking. "I can't believe it, dude. You're, like, totally a stoner now, bro."

"Haha, yeah man...wait bro, haven't I always been?" I looked at myself in the dingy dorm mirror, and realized I looked like a dumb, stoned idiot. My voice was deeper, and my accent was different. My hair was messy and unwashed, and my skin was tanned. My pecs were massive and my abs were rock hard. My cock was huge and throbbing. My feet were hairy and stinky. I had a huge, round, bubble butt.

I laughed a deep, airy chuckle.

"That's right" Max said, staring into my dull eyes. He seemed like the hottest man I had ever laid eyes on until I realized.

"I love you, dude." Max giggled.

"Yeah man, I love you, too" I slurred, leaning in for a sloppy kiss, my tongue probing his mouth, the taste of weed and sweat overwhelming. He returned the favor, and soon, we were a mess of sloppy, stoner kisses, our thick, stubbly chins rubbing together, the sound of slurping and licking filling the room.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I groaned, the kiss ending, both of us breathing heavy and panting, a mixture of spit dripping from our chins. "That was, like, totally amazing, dude."

"Fuck, yeah, bro, it was fucking awesome," Max groaned, his voice trembling. "I've been waiting for this for, like, ever, bro. It's fucking crazy."

"Yeah, dude, totally," I replied, staring at his gorgeous, masculine features. His big, thick arms, his perfect washboard abs, his massive pecs, and his perfect, handsome face. He was fucking hot, and he was all mine.

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"Babe, are you sure you want this?" Gabe stared lovingly at his perfect boyfriend, Will's green eyes sparkling with affection. "Are you sure you want to do this for me? Will, you know I like you just the way you are."

Gabe took a hand in his boyfriend's, rubbing his skinny, pale arm with the other.

"Yeah, I- I do." Will smiled, trying to summon confidence as he started at the blue candy on the table. "Become your partner's ultimate fantasy!" it read.

"Babe, I don't know if I can do this." Gabe said solemnly. Will was perfectly attractive as-is, why would he want to risk messing that up?

"You know-" Will began. "You never know. We could end up enjoying ourselves."

"Yeah, maybe." Gabe's eyes lingered over Will's cute button nose, his nerdy disposition buried in a book being what drove the happy couple together so many years ago. "If this is what you want...I know we will." Gabe stated shakily.

"And I want to do this for you." In a rare show of confidence, Will leaned over and kissed his boyfriend softly on the lips. He reached down and picked up the candy, unwrapping it and holding it to his mouth.

"Ready?"

"Not quite." Gabe's hands wrapped around Will's head, pulling him closer as their lips pressed together. Will opened his mouth, letting his tongue mingle with Gabe's as the two embraced. The taller boy felt a hand wrap around his shoulder, another grabbing his leg, squeezing firmly. Gabe pulled away.

"Alright, go ahead." He breathed.

Will closed his eyes, and popped the candy in his mouth. It tasted like strawberry.

"Oh god."

Gabe stared intently as his boyfriend's eyes began to roll back.

"G-gabe.."

"Are you okay babe?"

"Yeah...just." Will panted. "Oh fuck, oh fffuck." His face went beet red.

"What is it babe?" Gabe asked.

"Ffffffuck." Will's whole body shook.

"It's really working isn't it?" Gabe asked, staring in amazement. Will's body was already changing. His lips were getting thicker, plumper. His nose shrank, and his hair began to lighten, his freckles disappearing. The muscles in his face contorted, his cheekbones becoming higher and sharper, his chin narrower.

"It feels so good." Will whispered. His body trembled. "FUCK." His voice deepened as his Adam's apple expanded. "It's changing me."

"Will.." Gabe was astonished. "You're..beautiful."

Will's face was almost unrecognizable now. His hair had become blonde, his once cute features having matured into those of a supermodel. He was even more handsome than before. Gabe felt himself getting hard, staring at his boyfriend's new, stunning face.

"Oh god. Oh GOD." Will cried out, his body writhing.

"Will, are you okay?"

Will's hair began to lengthen, becoming curly and unkempt as his eyes shifted from green into a sparkling blue. He gasped, his chest heaving, his formerly flat pecs starting to swell up inside his shirt.

"Gabe...it's too much." His voice was still deep, but now more sultry and seductive.

"What do you mean, Will?"

Will's face turned red, his breathing labored.

"It's changing..my cock."

Gabe could feel his own member throbbing in his pants.

"I can feel it swelling...growing bigger and bigger."

Will's cock pulsed, stretching out his shorts.

"Fuck, I'm huge. My balls are getting bigger too. It feels amazing. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Will's bulge expanded, his shorts stretching further and further as his new cock grew to obscene proportions. Gabe watched with awe, his hand unconsciously reaching into his pants and stroking his member, a wet spot forming on the front.

"FUCK, it's so big." Will whined.

"Oh god."

Will's chest continued to expand, his pecs swelling up larger and larger as they grew into massive man tits. His shirt struggled to hold them in as a stunning set of washboard abs formed underneath, his body now chiseled and toned, a light dusting of blond hair spreading across his chest.

"Oh fuck, my ass." Will cried.

His ass swelled up, growing bigger and rounder, his once slim and perky ass now a huge bubble butt that looked like it was made for sex. Gabe's hand jerked faster, precum leaking down his leg.

"Gabe...I'm so horny."

Will's hands traveled across his body, squeezing his pecs and abs, feeling his ass and his huge package.

"Oh fuck...Gabe, I'm so horny." He repeated, his new body driving him wild. He reached down and undid his shorts, his gigantic cock bursting free.

"Holy shit."

"I'm so horny, Gabe."

Will's arms began to thicken, his biceps and triceps expanding as his chest and abs flexed, his cock twitching with each pump of his heart. His back muscles rippled as he stood up, his new 8-pack abs shining, his asscheeks clapping.

"Will." Gabe panted.

Will could only moan in response as his thighs swelled, his calves tightening as his new musculature became apparent. His huge cock dangled between his legs, his massive balls swinging below. His feet grew larger, his toes extending. His face was unrecognizable, his jawline chiseled and defined. His lips were full, his blue eyes piercing and lustful. His hair was disheveled and wild, his body a monument of manliness and strength.

"I-I...I love you." Will stammered, grabbing Gabe's face and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. The shorter boy's body trembled as their tongues wrestled, their cocks pressed against each other.

Pulling away, Gabe moved to speak but was stopped by a deep moan.

"Fuck, you really like 'em dumb, huh?" Will chuckled, as he felt the waves of pleasure from his cock begin to reach his brain. "You really want a dumb muscle stud to suck your cock?"

"Y-yes."

"Say it."

"I...want a dumb muscle stud to suck my cock."

Will dropped to his knees.

"You really want to make a muscle bitch out of your boyfriend, huh?"

"Please, Will. Please suck my cock."

Will looked up at his boyfriend.

"Call me Nico."

Nico leaned forward, taking the tip of Gabe's dick in his mouth, his hands squeezing his ass.

"Mmmm."

Gabe threw his head back, the warmth of his boyfriend's new, hot mouth enveloping his shaft.

"Oohhhh, yessss."

Nico's lips slid up and down the shaft, his tongue circling around the head.

"Oh god, I can't take it anymore."

"Do it, babe. Cum for me."

"N-nico..."

Gabe's eyes rolled back as he erupted, ropes of cum filling Nico's mouth. He moaned as he felt his lover's throat swallow every last drop, the light in his once sparkling eyes fading, the color becoming a washed-out blue befitting the new himbo.

"Thank you." Gabe whispered, the world going dark.

Nico stood up, wiping his mouth.

"That was sick, babe."

He picked his new boyfriend up and placed him on the bed, laying down beside him.

"I can't wait to see what you've got planned for me next." Nico grinned, looking both stupid and adorable. He kissed Gabe on the forehead and pulled him close, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

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Beary Blast

What better follow up to a smooth surfer TF than a vape triggered bearification-

Also thank you to everyone who voted in my 1,500 follower poll, probably going to go ahead and get the top two stories out next week! Best and Enjoy! -Occam

Jeremiah was a delivery driver currently on the way to his last stop of the day. He got permission to just head straight on home afterwards so he can get up early and open tomorrow, which is to say he’s looking forward to what little hours he can get to himself before returning to the endless grind once more. The last customer was in the ritzy part of town, some guy who put his name down as “Mr. A,” Jerry just rolled his eyes hoping it’ll just be an in and out job, knowing how richies can go either way.

Parking his truck on the curb Jeremiah made his way to the door, walking up a manicured sidewalk past a porch swing to knock on the door. No bell or anything, just a door knocker shaped like a bear, Jerry shakes his head and slightly grimaces before using the knocker. After almost no time at all there is a massive shadow behind the door and it promptly opens, standing there is the largest man Jerry has ever seen. In every sense of the word. Jerry’s not short but as he looks up to the behemoth of the man he’s never felt smaller. He would be beyond intimidated were it not for the unmistakable kindness in his eyes peeking out above his beyond dense beard.

Jerry can’t help but stare for a few seconds before remembering himself, “uuuh Delivery?” He then tackles on a quick and quiet apology for gawking, “so sorry” Mr. A puts his large hands on his waist letting loose a deep laugh. The bass vibrates in Jerry’s bones as he makes a point not to stare once more at the hair peeking out the neckline of the robe as it hugs his large powerful curves. He holds out the pizza, hands shaking slightly from meekness at standing opposite this titanic man. Mr. A grabs for it, neglecting to hold his robe as it spills open, letting Jerry see the tight boxers previously hidden, and the package barely concealed within.

Jeremiah wasn’t gay but this isn’t the first time he’s been moved by a man. Though by the near total loss of function in the face of Mr. A, perhaps it’s time to reconsider a thing or two. For the first time the bear of a man speaks up, “Thank ya kid. OH! Y’know what I’ve got somethin’ for ya, tips on the card but, do you vape?” Jerry sheepishly nods as the man turns to rummage for something in a desk, blasting a smell of expensive cologne and cigar smoke out the door as his robe flies behind him. Jerry’s almost shocked at the speed with which the mammoth moves, though he strains not to think too much of the man lest he totally lose composure.

Within a minute Mr. A returns, robe now cinched and hugging his form, which causes no less a blush on the delivery driver’s face. He holds out his hand with what must be a vape completely hidden in his meaty palm. Jerry reaches out, getting within an inch of the hairy mitt and retrieves the vape, not a brand he’s familiar with though he certainly is not one to complain at any act of kindness, let alone one from this, uh, hunk. Mr. A beams down as he explains the frankly bizarre handoff, “Yeah one of my, uh, cubs gave it to me. Must’ve thought it was cute that it’s ‘Beary Blast’ flavored, hah! But I stick to cigars, don’t wanna go crazy with the stuff y’know,”

Jerry finds himself politely nodding along in agreement, keeping mum, unaware of just how submissive his eyes are as they stare up at the man. After exchanging a few more pleasantries Jerry remembers that he’s off the clock now and bids farewell before struggles to walk without making it obvious that he had started chubbing from his all too short time spent at Mr. A’s doorstep. The bear watches to ensure he makes it to his car with no trouble and nods before heading back inside.

Jeremiah rubs his face hard for a few full seconds, shocked and a little uncomfortable at how totally absorbed he was by the bear. Opening his eyes to see the gifted vape in his lap he immediately takes a massive hit, he isn’t all that much of a vaper, but even more so he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. The horse metaphor brings his mind reeling back to seeing Mr. A’s cock through his boxers as he continues drawing on the vape until it blinks and he no longer can. He sits and exhales, releasing burning cool fumes of Beary Blast that immediately fill the car as if he were hot boxing. The clouds dissipate quickly enough but the fumes continue to stick around, every ongoing breath just a wisp of Beary Blast infuses itself into his lungs.

Even so, Jerry finds the taste far too alluring to persist on whatever dregs remain in the air, what with the source so readily available. The nigh obsession he had felt standing in the shadow of Mr. A fades from his mind as nothing is, nor perhaps ever has been, more singularly important than chain hitting this vape. Really he shouldn’t be driving given how difficult it is to focus on anything besides the buzz, the pleasure, that each breath of this ichorous vape holds. Minutes pass as he drives towards his home and just after yielding to temperance to put the vape down, he notices a strange itch in his crotch as he pulls up to a stop light.

His mother always tried to hammer into his head to never scratch an itch, but in the privacy of his own car how could he not. He nervously double checks that no other driver has a sightline before stuffing his hand in his work pants and scratching like a dog. Jerry does a double take as he immediately finds that his pubes seem to have grown at a far faster rate than they usually do. He’s not seeing anyone at the moment, but he usually keeps it smooth down there in case any chicks call him up, at the moment though it feels like he hasn’t shaved in a week or two? He furrows his brow trying to remember how it looked down there this morning, continuing to scratch he doesn’t notice as they begin to grow even thicker. Before the stoplight even turns green his once clean shaven crotch now holds a bush that looks as if it hadn’t been groomed since it first started to grow.

As the light changes he jolts in his seat and starts the drive once more, gritting his teeth slightly as the itch begins to travel up above his waistline. He rolls his eyes hearing a voice in his head repeat that scratching only makes it worse, though as the itching begins to turn to a slight burn as it spreads up to his belly button and beyond he wonders if there is any other option. He takes another massive hit of the Beary Blast vape before reaching under his shirt to get at the expanding itch rising across his stomach.

His body physically jerks in shock as he feels the tickle of hairs over his abs. Not a day in his life has he been able to grow any body hair, no one in his family can. As he rubs his stomach, dragging his nails across it’s tight skin, longing to find the smooth torso he has always had, the treasure trail inching up from his pubes is impossible to deny. Adrenaline begins to rise in his chest from the shock and his heart races, his fingers trace up to his chest and he finds hair beginning to prickle in the center of his chest. Jeremiah pulls over to the side of the road, concerned that he might be losing his mind, putting his car in park however the only thought able to overcome the din, is ‘fuck, I need another hit.”

Jerry shoves his hand back in his pants as looks for where he threw the vape in his car amidst whatever this episode is. He feels his pubes thicken and curl as he scans the floorboard, pointedly not noticing as hair starts to spread beyond the center of his chest and towards his nipples. Nor is he aware of the weight that is slowly starting to amass on his arms and pecs. He’s always been fit, though not one to go out of his way to put on muscle. As he searches his dash the pecs he is impossibly starting to develop suggest otherwise. Jeremiah does notice the uniform starting to pull on his chest in a new fashion as he squirms about the driver's seat looking for the gift bestowed by Mr. A.

His right hand is still planted in his crotch digging through a jungle before he moves lower and he starts to scratch at his balls, causing two revelations at once. His eyes dart down as without a doubt in his mind he knows they are larger than they should be. He shifts his weight to confirm, moving to cup them which sends a surge of pleasure through him as both his balls and his cock surge larger in his pants, straining his already tight underwear.

Moaning to himself from the impossible pleasure of this moment, his surging cock pushes his hand into the second conclusion, the vape had been resting squarely under his package. Jeremiah stretches his neck to look past his chest, still not noticing its growth as his nipples make themselves apparent in the tight shirt and his free hand lances past the weightier crotch for the vape. Without a second thought it is in his mouth once more, the hard plastic carries a scent from its short time hiding beneath his balls, though it is nothing compared to the sheer captivation of his vape as he indeed takes another hit.

Before this sleepless nightmare his underarms had always been carefully groomed as one of the two places it was even possible for him to grow body hair. As he continues inhaling though, his thin trimmed bushes of put hair burst beyond the boundaries where they have always been contained. Hair stretches long and far out of his pits and it becomes clear that its expansion is not to stop here. Similarly he feels a tickle on his face, causing him to smirk as he continues to inhale, as for the first time in his life, he’s finally able to grow a beard. A mustache bursts out of his upper lip and he drops the vape once more as he rubs his face to feel stubble quickly shadow and encompass the entire lower half of his face. Pleasure begins to overwhelm him as between the beyond 5’oclock shadow and the still expanding bulge there are some definite upside in whatever impossible horror is happening to him.

As he starts to paw at his crotch over his work pants his hand bumps the wheel and dream or not he decides he cannot just masturbate in public. He shifts to drive away as his body continues to demand attention and grow larger. He discards his shirt as he hears the first tear of his sleeves alert him to just how tight his uniform has become. His biceps grow to a size that require constant time at the gym as hair begins to pepper them, thickening from his wrists up the whole of his forearm before crossing his elbows and launching a campaign towards his shoulders. The hair from his pits grows towards the hair on his chest as it blasts past his nipples. The thick trail on his chest discontented with remaining so confined spreads to encompass the whole of his stomach creating a rug that would evermore hide his abs. Though as his pecs and arms continue to grow he notices not as his stomach begins to press into his seatbelt, his strength similarly expands as muscle and fat begin to pile onto his waist.

His hands flex on the steering wheel as pressure continues to build in his balls, demanding immediate satisfaction. He struggles to keep attention on the road as his thighs begin to grow to strain his work pants. He adjusts in his seat to absolve the tightness in his crotch, only causing it to grow more intense as his ass takes this chance to fill out the seat of his pants. This leaves him sitting higher despite gaining no height as his ass expands into a cushion that would fill any top with desire. He shakes his head as he speeds down the road, unsure why such an idea popped into his head, and after what feels like an eternity in his mind he arrives at his apartment, gritting his teeth not to just lose it right there as he stumbles out of his car.

Jeremiah pockets the vape, unaware as it too begins to change, lengthening as the hard plastic gives way to expensive tobacco leaf as the fluid within returns to a less synthetic form. Each step towards his door grows heavier as the weight he carries continues to pile on, muscles expand, his grunts grow deeper, his stomach bloats outward now free from its confines, and his cock grows thicker as he struggles to put one foot in front of the other. The friction of his pants struggling to hold it together almost makes him cum right there, so close to the finish line. Barely scraping past this ultimate trial he reaches out towards the door handle as hair trickles further down his hand and he turns the knob before falling inside and slamming it shut.

Inside his home he rips at his pants eager to free his cock from the confines, as in the open air of his home all the hair on his body grows darker and thicker. Hair growing on his ass tickles the floor as it expands up his back and crests over his shoulders to meet the blanket of chest hair as it races towards his neck. The hair in his pits spreads likewise to create a hemisphere of hair around his nipples, as his body wants nothing more than to display just how virile, how powerfully masculine he is. The hair on his face leaves the idea of stubble behind as it thickens and expands into an impressive beard that juts well beyond his jaw as weight makes itself evident on his face.

Jeremiah lays there, convulsing his impossibly warm body on the cold floor, struggling to take in all the pleasure that this new body holds. Scratching up and down his torso and feeling the power and appeal within. He humps the air as he loses control without even touching his cock, staring at it as with each pulse he feels more himself than he ever has before. He watches as his pubes extend onto his thighs and darken them with forests that soon stain the entirety of his legs. Across his form his pelt thickens enough to completely hide the skin beneath. He gasps lying in the aftershock of the first of many releases he shall enjoy in the new life he is suddenly resolved to live. Reposing in the small entrance of his apartment as behind him it changes to erase the life once lived of this pizza delivery man, he sees in the pocket of his discarded pants where there once was a vape there now lies a large cigar.

Before the image reaches his conscious mind he is already reaching for the stogie to light it up. Neglecting to care about smoking inside, he sets it aflame and gives the cigar a large puff. The feeling of the large stogie in his mouth brings him an inner warmth that swiftly spreads throughout his body. He feels the pleasure of the smoke in his mouth glide through him as his body continues to grow. His stomach bloats large enough that his pecs don’t hang out so much as rest on his powerful gut. His massive arms lose a tad of the apparently hard earned definition but grow strength that he never dreamed he could have attained. While the massive beard on his face surges even further out making it evident the powerful jaw beneath will never see the light again as a few white hairs begin to pepper it.

Jeremiah moves off the floor, grunting with the effort of getting his drastically larger form off the floor and grumbling under his breath as he continues to mouth the cigar. The smell of smoke alongside his own sweaty body odor quickly brings his focus back to his cock as it stands to attention in its own way. He smirks as his eyes drift between the cigar lolling in his mouth and his cock as it continues bob larger in the air. Before he’s able to act on his ever-demanding cock he hears his phone chime. He grunts and his voice deepens even further as he reaches to see who’s calling, though as he sees the ID he smirks and answers, “Yello there boss.” He rumbles out in a voice that would drive any twink to their knees.

Who else could respond but the man who started this chain of events. Back in his home Mr. A is pawing his own crotch at the sound of Jeremiah’s voice, just picturing the growth that must have occurred. The man grunts as he responds, “Hey there ki- urgh, not quite a kid any more are ya,” loosing a large guffaw before continuing, “know you just up and left my place Jer, would ya mind comin’ on back now though? Got a proposition that you’d hate to miss out on if ya know what I mean.” For his part Jeremiah is already on his way back to the car, throwing on an expensive robe and nothing else as he breaks out the door. Though he remembers not the life he once lived it would be impossible to forget the mark on his psyche from standing there completely dwarfed by Mr. A, though this time something inside of him suggests that he will not be nearly as sheepish in his lust. In fact he’s got something in mind that will ensure that both of them walk away with a limp as he smirks and starts his way back to that place where he truly became a man.

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I Don’t Want To Go Back

Bradley:

I’m sitting in the doctor’s office and I feel butterflies in my stomach. All I can is look down at my legs and feet— well I guess Luke’s legs and feet. They are his in the first place but I now control them.

I’m waiting on a response from the doctor who’s helping my big brother Luke and I with our situation. He’s with Luke right now in the other room who’s in my body.

From what I can understand, one of us gave the other some kind of sick that caused everything. All I know is that, one night I went to bed as me and the next morning I woke up as Luke.

That night, Luke was doing his workout when I walked in to his room. I was trying to ask him if he could help me out something.

“What do you want twerp? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Suh—sorry Luke! I just wanted to get some help with—”

Before I could even ask him anything he got all angry with me and pushed me out of his room.

Then the next morning happened…

I remember waking up and feeling strange, but it wasn’t until I sat up and saw Luke’s big feet and hairy legs that I knew I wasn’t myself.

The next thing I noticed was Luke’s morning wood, i learned quickly that morning that he does not go to bed in PJs.

I looked down at the hard wiener amazed by its size, I touched it and it sent sparks through me.

It took me a second to fully focus but I eventually got up and went to the bathroom.

That’s where I realized that I am now my brother Luke.

Seeing Luke’s reflection in the mirror made me feel nervous and excited. I had so many questions.

But then I felt something for the first time, confident! I feel so confident in this body.

I stood in front of that mirror for awhile until I heard a loud voice hollering.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!”

I peak out of the bathroom door and saw my body rushing down the hallway angry.

But the second we made eye contact, he froze in one spot.

“Bradley… is that… are you me?,” he said to me.

“Yeah it’s me, are you Luke?” I asked him back.

I thought he was going to be nice to me for a second but nope!

Like charged down the hall and almost like he was going to lunge for me. Before he could get to the door, I quickly shut it which caused him to crash into it.

A locked the door, scared of what he was going to do. Then I remembered something, I’m the one with all of the strength now! I opened up the door and Luke was on the ground still trying to get back up.

“You little shit! You did this! I don’t know how but you did this!” he said to me.

All of the sudden, my dad came out of his room.

“Boys! What’s going on here?”

“Your son over here took my body!” said Luke.

“I didn’t take it Luke! I promise!! I’m just as confused as you,” I said crossing my now bigger arms.

“Can someone clue me in on what’s going on? And Luke can you please get some clothes on!”said my dad.

We sat down with him after I put on a pair of pants and explained what happened that morning.

He didn’t believe us at first but after a call with a speciality doctor, my dad’s eyes got wide and then he hung up.

“Boys, I’ve some good news and bad news.”

“What’s the good news?” said Luke.

“Well this is a rare situation to happen but you’re not the first ones ever. And you’re both physically fine other than uh… well.”

“Come on dad! What did they say? Are we stuck like this?”

“Well they want to run some test but that won’t happen until next week.”

“NEXT WEEK?!? BUT I GO ON MY BEACH TRIP NEXT WEEK!!”

“I’m sorry but you have to cancel Luke!”

“Fuuuuuuckkk this! I’m going upstairs!”

Luke stormed away from the table while I stayed back.

“Sorry bud that’s he’s so upset, you know it’s not directed at you right?”

“I guess so,” I said back.

“Do me a favor for right now, just stay clear of him for right now.”

“I promise I will!”

The next few days changed me a lot. It started out with Luke and I having to switch out all of our stuff. My dad wanted us to at least pretend to be each other for the time being so I got Luke’s room, clothes, even his cellphone (which made him the most mad).

I even learned a lot as well. Like how to work out, what being a 19 year old is like, my dad’s started to teach how to drive.

But what I find interesting is all of the things i like about my new self.

Like my new feet! I love the way they look, my dirty socks, the way they smell after a long workout— it makes me so hard!

I’ll take pictures of them and even put my face into them after a long day!

I also love my muscles! I feel so powerful with them!! Even my friends are into them.

Well once again, technically Luke’s friends. Specifically Seth, who I talk to everyday. We go back and forth sending pictures of ourselves. I think he likes me, a lot! I like him too, a lot lol.

He even told me last night.

Texts:

Seth: Dude, I wish you told me how you feel. I would have made a move a long time ago. But if you want to keep this on the DL, I’m cool with that. But as long as we have our fun on the beach trip.

Bradley: We are going to ALOT of fun on the trip I promise!

Seth: Well could you send me a little teaser? Maybe a body pic 😈

Bradley:

Seth: Hot!!🥵

Bradley: Do you like feet?

Seth: …

Seth: If I have to be honest, I’d never tell anyone else this but yes. I do indeed have a foot fetish.

Bradley: I took this one earlier 😎

Seth: Well since you’re showing off 😛

Bradley: You have really nice feet!

Seth: Oh do I? I’ll let you do anything with them on the trip.

Reading that text from Seth made me instantly hard!

I talked to him for a while and this morning but I’m so nervous to find out what’s going to happen!

Are they going to give me something that will put Luke and I back in our bodies? I can’t go to my body, not before I go on my trip with Seth!!

A knock was at the door.

“Bradley, can I come in?”

The doctor came in and I felt like I was about to puke!

“Hey, sorry that took a little bit. Your brother doesn’t seem that happy. How are you with all of this?”

“Me? Oh I’m good, just an adjustment.”

“Well you seem to be taking it better. You know this is very rare. Unfortunately, this is something so new even to us. I wish I could tell you things are going to be back to normal soon but…”

“Wait, are you saying this is forever?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say forever. I guess I’ll just go ahead and say it. This is a lab made disease that somehow got to either you or your brother. We don’t have a cure for it at this moment. So I’d highly advise you, your brother, and your father to try and make this your new normal for the time being.”

“Oh wow! I can’t believe it!”

“So you’re good to go—”

I hopped up and immediately went for the door. As I walk out, I see Luke with his head turned down.

“Hey, you okay?”

“No…”

“Well cheer up! That body isn’t so bad,” I say messing up my former hair.

“ Easy for you to say!”

“I’m sorry Luke but we are gong to have to accept this for now. Sides, I’ll be a good big brother to you. I promise.”

Luke looked up at me and for the first time in a while he had the tiniest smile.

Two Days Later:

“Flex on em Luke,” says Seth as he takes a picture of me.

I walk up to him and say, “You have the bigger muscles why don’t you show them off.”

He grins and says, “I only show them off for you.”

“Hey do you wanna sneak up real quick while none of the other boys notice?”

“I thought you would never ask!”

We run up the stairs and as soon as we’re out of eyesight Seth pulls me in and kisses me.

“Come on inside Luke, I’ll let you play with these piggies,” he says wiggling his toes in my face.

“Can you do that thing you did last night with them?”

“You want another foot job?”

“Yep!”

“Oh boy! You’re lucky you’re so cute!”

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"Didn't I tell you to be in your bed?"

"Because you are too loud, Ryan! You told me to go to bed, but the noise you and your friends made keep me awake,"

"Well, use some noise cancelling earbud or something. Don't be such a whiny brat and just go to bed, or I'll tell your mom and dad about your unruly behavior,"

"Me? Unruly? You are the one invitin---" not even finished with his sentence, Mikey's mouth muffled by Ryan's huge hands as the massive 19 years old lift Mikey to the 2nd floor. Mikey tried to wriggle free but to no avail as his babysitter hold him tight and easily subdue him. As they arrived in Mikey's room, Ryan dropped the boy down to the floor and tried to lock the door from outside. But, Mikey grabbed Ryan's leg to stop him so he didn't lock the door

"Please, please, no, don't lock the door, what if I need to pee?? What if I suddenly need water?"

"You broke the rules, Mikey. This is the punishment for it,"

Ryan easily move Mikey's grip from his legs and push the boy away as he grabs the key of the room. In desperation, Mikey runs toward Ryan and to Ryan surprise, instead of his hand easily stopped Mikey, the boy somehow wriggle his way inside his body. Ryan literally froze in place as the invading Mikey clearly have done this previously while Ryan's soul never dealt with something such as possession or physical takeover. The battle ensues, manifested as a series of grunting and quite an intense amount of sweat, as both parties tried to gain control. But eventually, Ryan's inexperience and surprise let him down as Mikey's soul prevailed and as soon as he realizes his victory, he let out a smirk

"Well, I don't like to do this, but I guess you've been such a pain in the ass and I cannot fathom what kind of shitty next few days I'll have if you gotta babysit me until Monday,"

Looking at the bedroom, the possessed Ryan let out a smirk as he closes the door and lock it up from outside. He jogs downstairs but then decided to check his new look before meeting his "friends"

He let out a rather childish and uncharacteristic grin as he flexes his newly controlled muscle

"Fuck, this is so much better than possessing Andre," he murmured as his memories recalled the moment he possessed his bully in junior high before the whole lockdown thing enforced all across the states

He wipes off the grin from his face and try to tap into Ryan's brain for guidance. Soon, his facial expression changes as he becomes a little bit more serious, his mind remembers all the details he did for the past few hours, and started to gain more and more memories as the time goes by. James, Luke, Terry and Gabe are the names of his friends in the playing room, well, maybe this is time to test out on how well he poses as the big wrestling champ Ryan Combs. He checks himself one last time in the mirror before strutting back to the playing room. Gabe noticed him coming

"Yo, heard some noise from upstairs. What's up?"

Ryan dangles the bedroom key in his hand and casually said

"I just locked him in his room, and put on some of that noise cancelling stuff in his ear, that's all. Plus, the room is actually rather soundproof so he supposedly won't hear any of this. Besides, not like he needs to witness what's gonna happen next,"

All the boys let out a laughter as each of their partners are already on their way here and they all will have fun till the sun rises, not knowing that one of their friend is not necessarily their friend despite looking like one.

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The Surf Instructor

“Hey man!” The bearded surfer waved enthusiastically at Jason as he sat down.

“Uh….hey…”

“Come on, what’s with the cold shoulder brah?”

“Do I know you?”

“You don’t recognize me? It’s Simon!”

“What? You’re not making sense…”

“Seriously brah, my surf instructor asked me to switch bodies with him today.” Simon then told Jason all the things he knew about him, from college memories to what he ate when they woke up in the hotel that morning.

“Holy shit, man. That’s you? What, are you like 30 now?”

Simon frowned and stroked his new long blond beard. “Hey brah, that hurts, I’m newly 29! How do we feel about the beard? It feels awesome, I keep getting food in it.”

Jason leaned over and looked his friend over. His tan muscles so different from his pale lanky body this morning. Suddenly, the a musky scent hit his nose and he recoiled. “Bro! You stink!”

“Huh? Shit, didn’t even notice. Guess this guy is used to it. His name’s Clay by the way. He told me he doesn’t wash his hair or use deodorant, something about aluminum and chemicals on his skin.” He brushed a hand through his dense blond pit hair and sniffed his fingers, crinkling his nose.

“How long are you going to be Clay for? Where’s he right now?”

“Honestly, he’s kind of a weirdo. The second we swapped he was checking out my junk out in the open. I guess he’s out there playing with it. 3 days we said!”

“H-have you seen his? I mean that’s kind of weird right? Jerking off in some dude’s body?”

“Fuck yeah I did, found out this body is bisexual a couple hours ago. Dudes and chicks get this surfer rod rock hard! I love my new dick, kinda untamed though. Why, want to fool around?” He waggled his eyebrows.

“I—uh…”

“Come on, I’m not Simon, I’m Clay! A total stranger. See what it feels like to fuck a man!”

“Ok..”

“Fuck yeah brah! I think I should wash my dick before we start though…I can smell my balls already.”

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More Loyal, More American, More The Same

Coach had been annoyed a bit lately. It wasn't because of any singular thing - a lost game or some encounter. It was more of a... vibe, as his players would say. It's something that's been nagging him for a long time.

The whole atmosphere around college football has changed. Players can now earn money, meaning they now care only about getting rich instead of sacrificing everything they've got for the team. The craze abound 'toxic masculinity' has taken hold, and as a result many guys on the team have taken up interests and activities unworthy of real men - and they are extremely public about this!

Something has been lost - some immeasurable yet vital part of college football's spirit. And unfortunately Coach's team wasn't immune to this. He has seen his younger recruits display a variety of behaviors that differed from his view of how a college football rookie should function in a locker room filled with other football players.

And Coach's opinion becomes the law of the locker room. So after he saw a few of his defensive linemen participate in a film theory seminar, and his starting wide receiver posted a picture showing him attending some anti-government protest, he knew he had to act.

He decided to tackle these issues in a few ways. He began with working on his players' patriotism. Coach knew that he needed his guys to have this base layer - respect for the great nation that they were a part of - that he could build upon. He turned to one of his most trusted tools, subconscious messaging hidden in his videos and presentations.

you are an American

you are a Real Patriot

you play AMERICAN football

you fight for America

America is the greatest country on Earth

you preserve American traditions and values

During teem meetings, the players' minds began internalizing the importance of unquestionable loyalty to the US of A, the greatest place in the world. Coach spent a few weeks working on this, and when Military Appreciation Day came, for the first time in a long time, the whole team took active part in it. He even heard a few of them talk abut enlisting after college.

Motivated by such positive results, Coach moved to his next objective. After a bit of tampering, the speakers the players used to play music in the gym during workouts began incorporating conditioning that would align their behavior with Coach's expectations.

i am a man

i am proud to be a man

i am a strong man

i do what is masculine

my manhood needs upkeep

masculinity defines me

Alongside this, it didn't take a lot of work for coach to make sure that none of his players could sign up for any extracurricular activity through the school's registration system. Not only that, they were now barred form attending anything other than the most basic of classes.

Fortunately, the results were visible here as well. The players stopped attending seminars and lectures created by a bunch of nerds and no longer showed interest in investing much time into any sort of academic work.

The last step Coach decided to undertake was meant to address the issue of money. Players, having the ability to make deals and get income from their appearance in games, seemed to have lost the true reason for playing college football. But there was a way of dealing with that too.

The new helmets that the athletics department bought recently all include a pair of speakers for the purpose of communication between the coaches and the player. In theory this is reserved only for the QB, but there's nothing Coach can't work around.

i play AMERICAN football

i am grateful Coach allows me to play

i play football for glory and to preserve tradition

the thrill of the game is enough

i am Coach's loyal football jock

During every practice, during every workout, during every game, the player's minds were being bombarded with Coach's hypnotic message. And it was working. The guys were displaying their patriotism more often - flags hanging in their rooms, tons of pro-american posts on Instagram, they stopped attending non-mandatory classes and instead added another team session in the gym to their schedules, and Coach noted a visible drop in the number of sponsorship deals the players were making.

There might have been one side effect. As time went on the players began looking more and more similar. The same hobbies, mostly working out or shooting, the same clothes, the same views, the same drive to protect tradition. And Coach had absolutely nothing against that. Who cares if they all act the same, as long as they act exactly as he wants them to.

As Coach's loyal football jocks.

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A Real Jock's Supposed To Be Dumb

Mike had a problem. And that problem was Tyler Grant.

Tyler Grant and Mike were both juniors studying finance. Mike was, according to the commonly used way of stereotyping people in college, a nerd. He studied, read books and academic papers, didn't posses good social skills. A nerd.

Tyler Grant was a college athlete, a wide receiver on their university's football team. and at a first glance he was very much a typical jock. He was muscular, his clothes always made that clear. He was popular with everyone, a bit cocky. Everyone knew that type.

But this wasn't the whole picture. For a football jock Tyler had surprisingly good grades. He spent at least some of his free time studying for exams and projects, he was active during classes, and he made an effort to get to know everyone who was present in the lecture hall alongside him.

And that meant Mike was... not frequently, but consistently approached by Tyler. The athlete usually exchanged a few words with him whenever the two bumped into each other.

And Mike was infuriated by this.

Because of course Tyler wasn't doing this because he was a genuinely nice person.

For sure he was doing this out of pity.

He probably laughed all day about Mike, that sad little nerd.

And all that pretending, which was definitely what Tyler was doing, made Mike fuckin' annoyed.

One day Mike was walking through downtown and he stumbled upon a thrift store. Lead by an impulsive thought he walked in and moved through countless racks and shelves. Then he saw it. A random golden chain, similar to the ones jocks like Tyler wore on a daily basis. Again driven by a strange impulse Mike picked it up.

"When you wear it, your word will be reality" A voice, belonging to some older man, whispered into Mike's ear. He quickly turned around but saw no one standing next to him. His eves went back to the chain. He had to have it.

So he bought it. What happened next was pure magic. The golden chain, when hanging form his neck, allowed Mike to alter reality. Which was insane. The chain's power was limited, but clearly visible and Mike was amazed.

He knew what he wanted to do with that power.

A week later Mike had to do a project for a class. The project required working in pairs and, what a coincidence, Tyler was sitting close to him and suggested they work together. Mike put on a fake slime, deep down sure that this was some new plot to make fun of him.

The next day they met in the university library to work on the project. As Tyler looked through some data on his laptop, Mike made sure the chain was under on his neck, hidden by his t-shirt and hoodie.

"You will treat everything I say as normal" Mike said. Nothing changed, Tyler just nodded after hearing these word and continued working. Mike smirked. Perfect.

"You will start behaving like a real jock. No more talking to me out of pity and then laughing at me behind my back. Be a real jock bro."

"Yeah, bruh" Tyler muttered to himself. His position shifted, his upper body more relaxed on the chair, his legs spread out. He swiftly removed his hoodie, revealing a white tank top.

"And let's not kid ourselves, deep down you know you are a dumb idiot. A jock like you will always end up with a brain that can only understand football plays." Mike grinned. He felt real good saying those words. Getting rid of academic competition, putting Tyler where he belonged.

"you callin' me a dumbass, fuckin' nerd?" Tyler stopped typing on his laptop. He looked at Mike, a dumb, cocky grin now clearly visible on his face. Moke could now see the arrogant dominance in his eyes.

"Yes, and you won't do anything about it, because you listen to everything I say, you dumb jock." Mike said straight into Tyler's face. The jock chuckled dumbly and flexed his arm. He put his hand on the bulging muscles and squeezed them.

"duuuuuh, dude" he drawled "wha' were we doin' even bruh? muh brain foggy dude..." he looked at his still opened laptop. "shit, nerd, what is that fuckin' nonsence!"

"I'll take care of that" Mike said as he closed Tyler's laptop. "You have other things to care about."

"fuck yeah i do, nerd!" Tyler barked at him. "Gotta get these guns pumped bruuuuh!" He flexed his arms again and laughed out loud, attracting attention of other people in the library.

"Okay, my jock, we gotta get you out of here" Mike stood up and waited for Tyler to do the same.

"oh fuck, nerd, we gotta get out of this fuckin' nerd central, am i right huhuhuhuhuh" He chuckled loudly as they left the library, Mike's hand on Tyler's biceps. After they were outside Tyler stopped for a moment, got his phone out and took a photo of himself flexing his arm.

"gotta keep the chicks on insta hot n' bothered, nerd" Mike smirked as he heard that. Oh yeah, his plan was going great.

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Cocky And Proud, By Accident

Greg's roommate Chris had just begun his 10 month stay in Japan as a part of a student exchange program. In the beginning Greg thought that maybe, just maybe, he would have their 2 bed dorm all to himself. Then he realized he would probably be living with a student from Japan. After all, Chris was taking part in a student exchange program.

But he didn't expect what actually happened. He was assigned a new roommate, who turned out to be Heath Richards, a jock from the football team. When Greg was informed of the administration's decision he just sighed. This was going to be a hard year.

From the moment Heath first entered Greg's room it was clear his new roommate was a textbook example of a college football bro. He was loud - screaming while watching TV, belching and burping, laughing with that dumb jock chuckle. His clothes were everywhere and he refused to pick them up no matter how often Greg would remind him. This also meant that his sweaty smell quickly filled the whole room and removing this stench seemed impossible.

Greg was stuck with a dumb football jock for a roommate and he hated every minute of it. But there was nothing he could do as there was no process to appeal the decision that put Heath in his room. He also didn't have the money to move out and rent a studio off campus. So he was stuck with Heath. And that musky, sweaty smell.

One day Greg woke up and while still groggy and half-asleep, he started looking for clothes to wear. He opened his drawer and took out the pair of boxer briefs from the top of the pile and put it on. He then moved to their small kitchen area to prepare himself some breakfast. As he mixed the oatmeal he felt as if Heath's smell was more noticeable than usual.

"broooooooo" He suddenly heard the jock's voice behind him "why you wearin' my Under Armour boxers dude?"

"What?" Greg looked down and he gasped as he realized that the underwear he was wearing was not his usual kind, but Heath's black Under Armour boxer briefs.

"Fuck, how the hell did these get into my drawer, dude?"

"dunno brah, just calm down bro" Heath just shrugged "ya can wear them dude if ya want, i don't care, i have like 20 more after signing that sweet deal" Greg was about to scream at the guy, demanding he finally take care of his clothes when a thought entered his mind. You enjoy wearing Under Armour. It was a foreign thought, almost as if someone else had planted it in Greg's mind. But it stayed there, and though he was still angry at Heath, the need to take off the boxers just disappeared.

"Ugh" he just groaned "you jocks are all the same" he muttered under his breath and finished making his oatmeal, which he then took back to his desk. He sat down and started eating. You enjoy the smell of sweat, especially after a workout. The feeling of disgust at Heath's stench disappeared instantly, replaced by a slight enjoyment of the salty smell.

Greg quickly ate his breakfast, then got ready for the day. He put on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and a hoodie, his ass still covered by Heath's UA boxer briefs. He saw the jock sitting on the couch on the other side of the room, wearing only a jockstrap, with his legs spread wide apart, looking at something on his phone. Greg rolled his eyes as he took his bag in his hand and walked up to the door.

"I hope I won't find any more of your clothes in my drawer, Heath" he barked at his roommate as he opened the door.

"yeah, yeah, calm down bruh" Heath drawled in response, then scratched his bulge. Greg sighed and left the room, ready to get through all the classes he had to attend today.

Greg was sitting on his third lecture of the day, still not the last, taking notes diligently. The professor went on and on, his charisma barely perceptible and he seemed to be the only person in the room who was still following what the older man was saying. Then, as the prof was looking at the computer, trying to change his presentations, a thought was implanted into Greg's mind. You have an IQ of 80 and don't care about academics.

He stopped taking notes and looked around. Fuck, how much longer was this lecture going to take? Greg shifted around in his seat, spreading his legs wider apart. The old dude leading the class resumed talking but he didn't really get what he was saying. It all sounded so boring.

An hour later, Greg was finally free of that old dude's ramblings. He looked at his phone and realized he still had one class left. Huhuh, nope, he was not going to suffer, not for one minute longer. And so he left the rest of his group and started walking towards the dorms. His brain needed time to relax after this mind numbing experience.

When he entered his dorm room, Heath was sitting on the couch, watching game tape on his laptop. Wait, how did he know it was game tape?

"ey dude, yer early bro" Heath commented, his eyes focused on the screen.

"Yeah..." Greg nodded, but then he didn't know what to say, he didn't have the words. You speak like a dumb jock.

"dude, lectures were so fuckin' boring bro, huhuhuh" Greg let out a dumb chuckle as he approached Heath and then sat down on the couch.

"duh bro, never got why ya bothered with all that academic bullshit bro, i see yer finally seeing how dumb all that shit is" Heath paused the video on his laptop and looked at Greg. "the only reason to stay in school is fuckin sports dude, ain't no other way to get to the NFL bro" He then furrowed his brow as he looked into Greg's eyes "you play ball dude?"

Greg was surprised by the question and as his brain was processing it, another thought appeared. You are a cornerback playing for the Atlanta Golden Eagles.

"yeah bruh huhuhuhuh, am a damn cornerback" Greg let out another dumb chuckle and Heath looked at him, suddenly very confused.

"shit, i gotta get ya to coach" He put the laptop away and stood up "follow me bruh"

Coach was not thrilled when he learned what happened to Greg. When Heath brought him to his office it took a while to get the necessary context out of the dumb jock, but eventually Coach was able to understand what had occured.

His supplements which turn all his players into strong and cocky football jocks had a weird quirk - it spread through his body and entered the jock's cum. And because Heath was one nasty jock, he got off into his boxers and didn't even wash them. so when Greg put on Heath's used boxers, some of the supplement got into his system and the his transformation began.

Coach was not thrilled, but he quickly , but he quickly decided to use this whole mishap to his advantage. He activated his connections, did some work himself and got himself a new player - cornerback Greg Geralt Evans. A few rounds of Coach's supplement and Geralt would be just as muscular as his best bro Heath, ready to get on the gridiron destroy any opposing team.

And Chris would have to find himself a new place to live after coming back form Japan.

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Like father like son, Part 1

Father P.O.V.

My ex-girlfriend is a witch. Fucked up right? Yeah I never believed in any of this and she knew. And after cheating on her she said she would "make me believe". What a load of crap. I thought. Well, not anymore. Me and my son found ourselves in each others bodies. It happened just as we were normally chatting. We weren't that close, cause I was working most of the time and he was out with his friends enjoying his teen years. I wanted to get close to him, but he seemed to not want to open up to me.

If you have seen a movie Vice Versa where the Dad and son swap bodies while touching the skull. Or is it a transformation? Ah, doesn't matter. Well it happened a bit like that too. We swapped bodies literaly. The clothes stayed where they were previously.

After the initial shock and realisation that it was my girlfriend who caused it, we went to get information from her. My son had to drive, cause his body didn't have a license yet. The start was horrible. He couldn't even keep his eyes on the road, so I had to yell at him what to do. But eventually we got to her house.

On the front door was a note that said:"Went on a holiday for a month. And to my lovely ex-boyfriend - having sex with someone else makes it irreversible :) have fun"

Yeah, so we found out that we were fucked until she got back from her holiday. A month in my teen son's hormone filled body and him in my horny middle aged one. Our chances are very slim I tell you

We got back home, staying quiet on the ride home. We went into the living room and got on the sofa. Then we made a deal. We had to respect our bodies as if it were our own, no sex allowed, no drugs and alcohol. We had to scratch the alcohol, has David said he wants to enjoy the adulthood. But besides that we agreed on everything. We then proceeded to tell each other the details of our schedules. I had to mentally prepare for being in high school again and he had to prepare for a real job. I was actually kind of happy to get back there. I missed being a teen, having less responsibilities etc. Being you, enjoying life, music, love, sex. Ah, fuck. That's gonna be hard

We even had a talk about respecting each others privacy, but after we thought about it, we came to a conclusion that there was no way we could avoid looking at our new bodies naked. We had to take shower some day, or take a shit. All of these are gonna be pretty intimate so that's why.

We agreed that our bedroom's are gonna me our own places that the other can't got to.

And so we went on and parted our ways while leaving to our bedrooms. Maybe we shoould have went to each other's bedroom, but we haven't thought about that. All our clothes were in the other room, but neverminf. My room has its own access to the bathroom so I'll enjoy that.

I took off my shirt first. My sons's athletic lean teen body just being there. My finger tips touching my haird, my lips my cheeks. Tracing my neck, through the ridges I now had, going down to my beautiful abs covered in hair. I was getting hard, is it weird being hard from touching your son's body? Jesus that sounds horrible. But I am not touching my son, he is touching himself, I am just the one in control now.

I got on the ground and took off my jeans. Revealing black boxers with KISS logo and two hairy and long legs. Quite similar to mine actually. Genetics is strong I guess

I headed to the bathroom to get a proper look and clean my new body. I can't neglect my son now.

I took off his boxers. His dick flacid now, but still big. "That's my boy". I went to the bath and turned on the water. But I had no intention in lying in the water now. I had much exploring to do. I started from my feet. The beautiful and clean feet. No hard skin. I took the water and sopa into my hands and brought it up everytime I explored a part of his body. Everything wet marked a place I already knew now

I was now soaping his body above the waist line, enjoying the tight skin of his body. Being young is so amazing. He is mostly hairless, if you don't count some private areas.

I was now soaped up completely, just scrubbing the body up and down. Enjoying every movement I took.

Wow his butt is really nice, almost woman-like. Maybe I could let some guy fuck me. Wait, I can't do that. We can't have sex in each others bodies or we would seal the deal. But masturbation is not off the table I guess.

I took my middle and index finger to try out the resistsance of his hole. Nah, this hole already knows what is about to happen. And then it hit me. Fuck, his prostate his so sensitive. I went and pushed my fingers inside, while my other hand started jerking my already throbbing cock.

It couldn't have been long cause I was almost collapsing from the abundance of strong emotion and stimuli. I shot cum into the bath and then got down into the water.

What a body. Maybe this month isn't gonna be so bad after all

I got out of the shower, to find my body in his own clothes staring at me

"Wow, dad. I see you didn't waste any second huh? Hope you enjoyed it"

"Dave, it's... I'm sorry, it's the hormones. I haven't been this horny for so long. I couldn't control it"

"It's fine dad. I am gonna do the same tonight"

The rest of the week went on pretty smoothly. There were some embarassing moments, like hearing myself having an orgasm in the other bedroom, or finding open porn videos on tv, but besides that not much. I was enjoying being a young guy in high school again and having David's friends around was really great. We hung out all the time. But his friend Liam seemed like he wanted to be more than friends with David. Which complicated things a bit. I was in David's gay body now and his body wanted Liam. But I was holding on

One day we were on a beach just enjoying the weekend. We played some beach volleyball and then we got back to our towels to sunbathe

Andrew, my straight friend, then said:"David? Isn't that your dad with a new chick? Damn, he scored a nice one this time. Would like this one for myself too. Look at those tits."

And he was right. David was walking around with a blonde woman that had a hand on his waist. What took me off guard was that my body started making out with her and grabbing her tits. Not caring who might see.

Wait, does this mean what I think it means? Are we really stuck like this now? I just hope he didn't have sex with her

A story request from inbox: Hi, can you write a story about a closeted widow muscle dad swapping with his straight twink son and somehow their nethaw body fits their role? The dad in his twink son's body came out as a bottom gay and the sun in his muscular dad's for found a girlfriend which he fvcks every night. Thank you

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Commission - Daddy's Boy

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Amy was glad she'd finally managed to snag a night alone with her boyfriend at his place. It was far nicer than the small apartment across town she rented, but that was largely in part thanks to Theo still living with his father. When his Dad had some fancy science job Amy couldn't understand she wasn't going to blame him one bit for not yet moving out of the almost mansion he lived in. Just Theo and his father alone in the massive house with everything from a private pool to the most decked out kitchen ever, it really was a nice place.

She rarely visited though, as there was one major problem with Theo’s Dad. Despite his intelligence, the man could be more than a little racist towards Amy on the odd occasion they crossed paths. ‘Out of sight out of mind’ was the philosophy they had unspokenly adopted; as long as she didn't come over when he was around he didn't have to think about his son dating a black girl. Tonight he was finally working late on some new project, so they'd taken the opportunity to arrange a night in together.

Unfortunately for the couple, things weren't going to go exactly to plan for them…

Nick, Theo's father, was on his way home early after a failure of a day at work. It should have been his night of huge success, hence his plan to work right into the early hours of the following morning. Everything had gone to shit though when the machine exploded and shocked him badly in the effort to fix it. He was pissed off and in pain, so instead of carrying on he decided to change plans and head home, leave the interns in the morning to clean everything up.

“Theo! I'm home son!” Nick called as he arrived back home a few hours after he left.

Upstairs, both Theo and Amy shot off the bed in alarm. They knew that voice well, and it was one that shouldn't be home yet. Everything moved too slowly though, as before they could even think of what to do there were footsteps coming up the stairs. Nick always liked to come say hello to his son when he got back, which right now was the biggest pain in Theo's ass. There was no time to pretend Amy wasn’t here before his dad got to the door, if he hadn’t already realised she was here from the bag and shoes downstairs.

“Things didn’t quite go to plan son, so I-”

Nick stopped when he pushed open the bedroom door to see the one person he didn’t want to see tonight. Amy, the girl that’d corrupted his son to some new woke way of thinking, at least as far as he was concerned. Ordinarily he would have told her to leave and said nothing more, but this was no ordinary day. He was angry at himself for fucking up his own experiment, and the painful tingling sensation from the knockback still hadn’t gone away. So, instead of forcing himself to be nice he made the snap decision to be quite the opposite and throw Amy out himself.

Theo could only watch as his father stormed across the room towards Amy, looking more furious than Theo had ever seen him. He sensed that this was more than just being annoyed at her presence, but it wasn’t like he had time to talk things through before his Dad had roughly grabbed Amy’s wrist to pull her out of the room.

Everything slowed down the moment Nick’s hand touched Amy’s skin. Seconds felt like hours to the pair as the strange sensation that’d lingered with Nick passed from him and into Amy, then back again. Neither knew what it really was, though Nick had a hint of suspicion. It wouldn’t fair him well though as everything was happening too quickly for either to react. One moment Nick had grabbed Amy’s arm, the next it was like her body was melting into his through the contact. It was hard to tell where her body ended and Nick’s began, and this was only the start.

Over the next few seconds, whatever was happening to the two of them got worse. The lines that blurred the boundary between their forms grew hazier, barely able to discern who’s arm they now shared. That turned to jumps in their vision as their heads too started to slow together into one, both now sharing the same view of a shirtless, confused Theo.

After the lines fully blurred between the two and started to settle, it became obvious that somehow Nick’s body was the one coming out on top. Less and less of Amy’s body could be seen, instead Nick’s was intact as whatever effect subsided. His wasn’t entirely unscathed though. Instead his body was far cleaner and stronger looking than it had been in years. With the work he’d lost some of his focus on the physical health standards he’d instilled in Theo, letting himself get a little fat and start balding. Now As the pair became one Nick’s body was far more muscular and attractive, but no less old. His body was refreshed and refined, and all thanks to Amy.

He wasn’t the one in the driver’s seat though as Theo would soon find out. Whilst Nick’s body had survived the merge, Amy’s mind was the one that won out as stronger. Younger and calmer, it hadn’t been too hard for her to fight down the angry bigoted man that was her boyfriend’s father. Not that she knew why she was fighting, but in the moment she’d known she had to. Now as everything settled and the strange feeling that’d appeared went away, Amy was left in full control of Nick’s changed body, with only an echo of his knowledge in the back of her mind.

All of this had taken place in the span of less than a second. From Theo’s perspective he’d watched his Dad grab his girlfriend’s arm, then he blinked and Amy was gone and his Dad was hot.

“Wait, what??” He said the moment his brain caught up to the reality of the situation. “What the fuck did you just do Dad? Where’s Amy, and why do you look different?” Theo started to glance around the room, but there wasn’t anywhere she could have one so fast.

“Theo? What are you talking about? I’m right here!” She said, then blinked at the sound of her own deep voice. Powerful and commanding, it was nothing like the one she had expected to come out of her mouth.

Theo moved around the bed to stand in front of his Dad, his eyes unconsciously taking in the more attractive version that now stood before him. “Dad, I don’t know what this is but it isn’t funny. Where’s Amy? What have you done with her, because if you’ve hurt her then-”

A kiss froze Theo in his rant. Amy hadn’t seen any other way to shut her boyfriend up than that, as drastic as it was given her current form. A rough scratch of unshaved facial hair as masculine lips of father and son slid together, the shock of which shut Theo right up. His father was kissing him, that much he was aware of. The why though, that was the biggest shock. Because, as much as he knew it was his Dad kissing him, there was something so unmistakably Amy about the whole thing. The way his tongue darted out to swipe at his lips and demand entry, the way his hands settled gently onto Theo’s waist, even the slight tilt of his head to slot them better together, everything about it screamed like it was coming from someone who’d kissed him a thousand times over.

Theo shoved the pair of them apart a couple of seconds later, then wiped his mouth and panted a little. The kiss had been hot, hotter than anything with Amy before this without question, but this was wrong! This was still his Dad’s body at the end of the day, no matter who he believed was in control.

“Wow, your Dad sure hated that.” Amy in his new male body chuckled.

Theo blinked. Of course she’d find a way to laugh about all this instead of being as freaked out as he was. “What?”

“I’ve got a sort of echo of him in the back of my mind, or I think at least. Me kissing you just now? Hated it with everything he has left.” Amy continued, unable to stop the smirk on his face.

As Theo stood there and processed his shock, Amy went to work getting a proper look at himself. He flexed his arms, bounced his pecs, then even lifted one arm and took a good long sniff of the incredible ripe smell that lingered there. By all means she shouldn’t be okay with this, but somehow he was. This body felt strong and powerful, like he could actually protect himself instead of relying on Theo to make him feel safe. He’d hated the sweaty stench of Theo after the gym before today, but with his new nose it was totally the opposite. A day of working in the summer heat on his machine combined with the change had made Nick’s body sweaty as hell, and Amy couldn’t help but enjoy it now.

And then there was the ease with which he’d already started to think of himself as a man. Maybe it was the echo of Nick’s actual father or maybe Amy had never been all that attached to being a girl, but right now he couldn’t care less. The muscles felt amazing, the weight of the cock and balls between his legs felt natural and not strange in the slightest.

“So what if I’m your Dad now, is that so bad?” Amy took a step towards his boyfriend. “You’re hard as a rock and we both know you’re bi, we met during a threesome with my ex-boyfriend after all. Now things are just a little different between us, that’s all.”

Theo gulped. He knew it was wrong, but Amy was right. He’d enjoyed kissing this hotter version of his Dad, enjoyed his girlfriend letting out the dominant side he knew was there and taking charge. And, in some fucked up way he liked the feeling if being close to a man he’d always had a little friction with given their differing views.

“Different how…?” He asked, the nerves in his voice obvious to both of them.

Amy shrugged. “Now instead of boyfriend and girlfriend you’re my son.” The whispering lingers of the old Nick made it easy for Amy to make that assertion without feeling too odd about it, mostly turned on if nothing else. “We can hang out like we always do, go to the gym and have sex, everything the same as before. Only, now when we do it it’ll be as a Daddy and his boy. I’m… Anton instead of Amy. Under the same roof with you teaching me all about what it takes to be a man. What’d you say son?”

“I….”

Theo bit his lip and frowned as he considered things. Could it really be this easy? Could he really just accept this new version of his father and girlfriend? His Dad had always said to be grateful for what you were given so maybe…

“Alright then Dad, I can work with this.” He said as he stepped up and pressed his face into his father’s armpit. A deep inhale later and Theo was harder than ever; he’d always loved the way men smelt and this was the best of it. “You smell so fucking good Dad, like whoa… First lesson of being a man, we don’t shower nearly as much as we say we do, okay?”

Anton chuckled. “That’s fine by me son, I’ll make sure I don’t just for you. Now get licking boy.”

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gay2straight-tf-fan · 5 days

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You look much better without those big muscles and masculine features. It won’t be long before I siphoned it all from your body, and when I do you will feel how much you improved my body.

I bet you already noticed my muscles growing, big arms holding you down already. I can’t imagine you used to be the college athlete moments before, now nothing more than a little fem twink.

That hole feels really tight, yes hehe. Those inches I took from you will definitely make it hurt. How big was it again before? Your proud possession which used to breed college girls, that’s right 8 inches and thick. I guess mine is deep in the double digits, and thicker than this fist.

I think you are still pretty tall, let’s just adjust that. I feel like I’m supposed to be 7 feet tall and you my boy 5.3 feet. Good now you are a perfect fit, let’s add some lube and… fuck it’s tight. Oh wait a minute, almost forgot. Those big balls of yours serve no use anymore.

You feel that, every thrust I make my sack slamming against you feels heavier. I’m taking it all, I will need it to replace you as campus breeding bull. That extra production power from you and my now massive balls for storage will do just the trick.

Don’t worry, I’ll be back for my favorite toy every night. How long have I been pounding your hole? I have to be in the gym at 6. Just over an hour, well I guess we have a solid 40 minutes then. That stamina I took from you is paying off big time. I feel like I can keep going for hours like this, my body is dripping with sweat.

You know bro, I think instead of draining, I can also give you something. Yeah dude, you are getting that excess fat of mine and it’s going straight at that booty of yours. Fuck it that is what I’m talking about, look how big and juicy it already is. Hell now am cut and huge still, such a win win.

Bro are you okay? No it’s normal to have insanely good orgasmes. Your girlfriend won’t be missing you anymore, just like you I’ll have her addicted to my godlike body. Plus unlike you, she can give me plenty of babies. Speaking of, almost 6.

Fuuuckkk, take that load. Yeah bro, it’s so much cum I’m pumping it. You feel it bro, it’s so much I’m pumping in your guts. It’s crazy bro, well I’m off now. See you when I’m back, oh round two will start, get the feeling I’ll be horny as hell after lifting with these new muscles.

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Goodbye, Dad

Jake’s dad, Robert, has always wanted to give his son everything he wanted in life. Being a single father has been tough on him, and he really has done his best to make Jake happy, but there’s one thing he can’t give his son…his body.

Jake was a lean, pencil-thin teenager, and barely 5′6″. To put things bluntly, the poor boy was crippled by low self-esteem because of his small size. He had a comfortable life, but all he wanted was to look more like his dad.

“You just need to wait for your growth spurt,” Robert reassured his boy, doubting it would ever come since he had already been a stud in the making when he was Jake’s age. But he stayed positive for his son and hoped that Jake would learn to love himself the way he was.

“I don’t wanna wait for something that might never even come!” Jake lashed out before storming to his room and slamming the door.

“He needs some space,” Robert said quietly before sighing and going to his own room.

Robert got down to just his boxers and looked at the body that he had been gifted with through the genetic lottery. Sure, he worked hard to maintain his physique, but his genetic blueprint was an ideal foundation to build from.

“This shouldn’t be a make or break for anyone’s happiness…” Robert mumbled before crawling into bed. He hoped more than anything that Jake could find happiness within himself.

Meanwhile Jake was in his room crushing various herbs and strange substances.

“If I can’t look more like you, then I’ll just have to BE you,” Jake assured himself as he read from a page he had torn out of a book at that weird occult bookstore.

The ingredients for this potion were surprisingly common, but the page claimed that precise measurements and mixing would help “release the spirit.”

“Goodbye, Dad,” Jake said before devouring his finished concoction.

He laid down in bed and closed his eyes and did the deep breathing exercises on the occult page. Minutes passed without any noticeable difference other than an herbal aftertaste in his mouth, but as time continued to pass, Jake found himself feeling lighter and lighter–almost like he was becoming disconnected from reality.

Jake opened his eyes and was amazed to see the last of his spiritual form leaving his teen body. His body wouldn’t survive long without his spirit inside, but he didn’t care. This was a one-trip for Jake.

Satisfied, Jake let himself sink through the floor. He had to go through another wall, but soon he found himself hovering over his Dad’s sculpted and muscular body. Jake wanted nothing more than to feel the confidence and power of being a stud like his dad–no–to feel the confidence and power of being the stud known as his dad. He had no second thoughts and no regrets as he dove right at his father’s rippled abs.

“Huh?!!!!!” Robert gasped as he was shocked awake.

Something had slammed him hard in the stomach–no something was still pushing so hard against him.

“WHat the–OH FUCK!” Robert yelled out as he felt some invisible force flooding into his body, filling his body past capacity.

“Aggggghhhhhhhhh uuunnngggggggggggg” Robert helplessly groaned as he thrashed in bed, gripping the sheets and gritting his teeth as he tried to roll off the bed–but the force pinning him down was too strong. He was stuck there as the energy continued to flood into him.

Robert moaned helplessly as it got harder and harder to control his movements. A wet, cold sensation spread from his abs down his thighs, up his pecs and worked all the way down to his toes, out to his fingers, and agonizingly, into his thick and erect cock. It wasn’t long until the sensation crept up his neck and he squinted his eyes shut tight as his back arched so he was clear off the bed. Every muscle in Robert’s body seized at once, and then with one last guttural grunt Robert felt a sensation like he had been shot out of a cannon.

Robert was stunned and in shock as he regained his senses, only now he was floating above his own body. He watched his own eyes open and then a mischevious smirk crossed his body’s lips.

“Oh fuuuuuuccccckkkkk yeah,” he heard his voice say as he watched his body’s hands rub up his torso.

“Oh yeah, call me Daddy,” his body moaned as Robert helplessly watched his own fingers caress and squeeze his nipples.

“Looks like I’m a stud like you after all,” he heard his body gloat with a chuckle.

“JAKE! That little shit!” Robert yelled in his spiritual form before diving back to reclaim his body.

To his dismay, there was a brief flash of light and then he was deflected right off his own body.

“Don’t even waste your energy, Dad,” Jake said, enjoying the smooth and deep voice leaving his mouth. “This was a one-way trip. My body’s upstairs–If you don’t make yourself at home in that pipsqueak body then I’m pretty sure you’ll just be stuck haunting this house until the end of time.

Robert roared in rage as he lunged at his body over and over again, getting hurled away each time and doing nothing more than tickling Jake in the process. His pleas and threats could not even be heard–the only evidence he was even present was the flash and sensation when he got deflected from his own body.

“Ohhhhhh yeah, Dad, that’s starting to feel kinda good,” Jake moaned as his father’s spirit deflected off him again. His new cock was gently pulsating inside those boxers, and as Robert watched his son reach into the waistband he realized he couldn’t take it anymore.

Robert floated up to his son’s room and saw Jake’s vacant body.

Not having any other option at the moment, he realized that having a body would be better than being stuck as a trapped spirit.

He begrudgingly started floating to Jake’s body, but then to his horror he saw the spirit of an overweight elderly man dive right Jake’s empty form.

“NOOOOO!!!!”Robert screamed as he dove at his son’s body, only to find himself repelled just like he was with his body.

Jake’s eyes fluttered open before grinning with a look of profound relief.

“Tough break,” Jake’s voice said, now controlled by the spirit of the elderly man.

“I was stuck here for decades, just watching family after family live in this home. Not that it matters to you, but I died alone and unhappy. I spent my whole life in the closet, and my last thought as a living person was that if I had the chance to be a cute little twink, I’d do everything differently. Looks like it was worth the wait,” Jake’s body said as he bit his lip and rubbed his thin and young body adoringly. “My name was Hugh in my last life, but I definitely prefer your son’s name. That’s right, I’m Jake now…” he said with satisfaction.

Hugh proudly walked his new body down the stairs before encountering a mirror and basking at his new chance at life. He had managed to keep up with the times by observing the evolution of technology through the inhabitants of the house, but he still got a giddy excitement as he pulled a strange device out of his pocket and unlocked it with his new fingerprint. He knew where the camera button was because he had watched Jake and Robert use the function countless times. Still, he was in awe as he clicked the button and snapped the first picture of his new body.

“Wait a second…” he said playfully before yanking his shirt off and taking another picture.

“I don’t know why you were so self-conscious Jake. Your body is fucking cute! Not complaining though…” Hugh said, still enjoying the teen voice leaving his mouth.

Hugh tucked the phone away. He planned on exploring the device in full later on, but in that moment he wanted to get acquainted with his new “Daddy.” His teen cock pulsated a bit just thinking about that.

Hugh walked in on Jake, still embracing and caressing his new, mature, stud body.

“Well, well, well, looks like you took that pipsqueak body after all.”

“You didn’t leave too many options,” Hugh replied, doing his best to act as if he were Robert inside Jake’s body.

“So what do you want anyway? Because this is my body now. Nothing can reverse it,” Jake gloated.

“No. No hard feelings,” Hugh said as he walked closer to Jake. “In fact, I’m glad you did what you did,” he cooed as he crawled onto the bed.

“Dad?” Jake asked, a little confused by how okay with this his Dad seemed.

“No, you’re my daddy now. Do you want your son to make you feel good?”

“Dad, what are you-Ohhhhhh ffuuuuuuucccccccckkkk” Jake moaned as his former body freed his new fatherly dick from his boxers and that hard cock in his mouth.

Robert’s spirit watched in horror.

“That’s not me!!!!! That’s some old gay pervert!!!!!! STOP!!! JUST FUCKING STOP!” the fatherly spirit begged, but he could not be heard anymore. He could only continue to watch, paralyzed in dread. Jake thought his own father was sucking him off!

Jake was smiling from ear to ear as he used his dad’s strong arms to guide his former mouth lower and lower.

Hugh eagerly swallowed that cock deeper and deeper until he had taken all 8 inches and had his lips firmly pressed against neatly trimmed pubes. He was in heaven–in control of a teen twink, his new father’s cock down his throat, and his stud father’s manly scent filling his nostrils.

Jake shivered as Hugh came up for air.

“Shit, Dad that felt so good!”

“You’re my dad now,” Hugh reminded Jake. “I’m your son now, and I wanna make you feel good.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Jake said gruffly as he pulled his former body on top of his muscular and hairy torso.

He embraced his new role and hugged his son tight against his body before looking into his old eyes and leaning in to meet lips.

Hugh shivered in enjoyment as he felt the thick, trimmed beard of his new Daddy rubbing his smooth face. He opened his youthful mouth and let his Daddy’s tongue in. The moaned into each other’s mouths as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues.

Robert was horrified as he witnessed his own body passionately making out with the body of his own son. But just when he didn’t think things could get any worse, he watched Jake roll them over so Hugh was on his back.

“Spread your legs, son,” Jake said forcefully.

“Yes, Daddy,” Hugh replied as he kicked off his shorts and spread his twink legs wide.

Jake was over the moon as he found his Dad’s lube and began getting his new cock nice and slick. He was ready to fuck his old body. No–he was ready to fuck his son. Because he was the man now. He was the stud with the powerful body he had always wanted. He couldn’t control himself as he pushed his new massive cockhead against his old body’s virgin hole.

Hugh gasped as he felt his Daddy’s dick stretching him wide. He squirmed and groaned, but he looked up and saw the look of focus on his Daddy’s face. Hugh took a deep breath and relaxed, groaning as Jake pushed his father’s cock deeper and deeper into his former, teen hole.

“mmmmmmm you’re so tight, boy!” Jake moaned as he got his meaty cock halfway in his son. That turned him on so much looking at his old self, but knowing that the shrimpy twink he used to be was his son now. And he didn’t know if his dad had been brainwashed by the magic or if his dad was just really being so kinky, but he didn’t care. He was already loving his new life. Hugh was thinking the same thing as he felt fuller and fuller of thick, Daddy cock. He had been worried that Jake would immediately know something was wrong, but it was so erotic in Hugh’s opinion that Jake thought his own father was being a whore in that teen body. Hugh knew that Robert was probably in the room with them. That made him even harder.

“Fuck yeah! Fill me up, Daddy! Fuck my hole good! AGgggghhhhhhhhnnnnngggggggg Fuck yeah!” Hugh hollered out as the last inch of that Daddy cock was stuffed inside him.

Jake shivered and collapsed forward onto his old body, groaning as he adjusted to the feeling of his own father’s cock stuffed completely inside his old body’s hole.

Jake gasped for breath before forcing his mouth onto his son’s and pulling his hips back.

They both moaned into each other’s mouths as Jake thrust back in, and that repeated again, and again, except Jake started thrusting faster and harder until Hugh was basically just emitting a constant moan with his teen voice.

Hugh was literally overwhelmed by pleasure as his Daddy’s dick pistoned in and out of him at an almost inhuman speed and power. He pulled his Daddy close to him so he could feel friction with each thrust as that chest hair rubbed against his smooth body. He loved feeling overwhelmed by a larger and more powerful man. The opposite was true for Jake. He was finally the stud he always wanted to be. He never felt more confident than he did in that moment as he used his powerful abs, hips, thighs, and arms to give each thrust as much power as he could. He reveled in his control as his father’s sweat dripped onto his old body. No–it was his sweat. There was no going back now–he would forever be known to the world as Robert. And he would always adore and care for his twink son, Jake.

“Ohhhhhh Jake!!! Son!!! I’m so fucking close!” the new Robert grunted as he felt his big balls contract and pulsate.

Hugh accepted his new identity in that moment too. He was Jake now, and for as long as he could keep the act up, he would pretend to be the spirit of the true Robert. But in that moment he only had one thing to say, “Fucking cum inside me Daddy!”

The new Robert growled as he rolled them over, still fully inside his boy. The new Jake was on top and ready to ride his Daddy, but Robert surprised his boy by quickly leaning up and hugging his boy tight. Robert roared as he thrashed his cock up into his boy. Jake was practically seeing stars as he hugged his Dad tight and used his leg strength to slam himself down onto his dad’s throbbing cock. Then he felt those strong hands wrap around him. Robert gripped his boy for maximum leverage and used his full strength to pull his son as tight and close as possible with each thrust.

Jake’s teen body couldn’t take it anymore, and without even touching his twink dick he hollered out in his soft, adolescent voice as his throbbing teen boner launched his cum all over his dad’s sweaty, hairy, and ripped torso.

Robert winced as he felt his boy’s hole contracting tightly with each new shot of cum that sprayed his chest. It finally took him to his limit.

“FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK YEEEEAAAHHHH SON!” he roared before forcing their mouths together again as he pulled them together tighter than ever and thrust his seed deep inside his boy. Shot after shot filled Jake’s hole until he just couldn’t contain any more of his dad’s load. With each new thrust, cum started leaking out of his hole until Robert pulled Jake tight against one final thrust. He held them together like that for several minutes, embraced and passionately kissing as they enjoyed their afterglow, fatherly cock still buried in son’s hole.

This was a fate worse than death for the spirit of the true Robert, but even he had to admit he had never seen his son happier than he was now that he had claimed Robert’s body and life as his own.

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