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ATArena

Alexander's phone dinged with a notification, just as he left the exam. It was a beautiful summer afternoon, and he was still talking with a few other students, so, naturally, he ignored the unexpected noise. Even though Alexander was certainly a digital native, he found it rude to check his phone while in company of others. He didn't particularly enjoy his current company: He found Christopher the guy that was currently bragging about how easy the exam was slightly annoying, but that wasn't a reason not to show good manners.

Only after their ways split, Alexander unlocked his phone and saw the notification: "Your watched App, ATArena, is now available."

ATArena? Alexander didn't remember he had watched an app with that name. Still, the notification seemed genuine and lead him to the app marketplace where he could initiate the download. The description was sparse: "An epic battle with a revolutionary matchmaking algorithm that will extend into real life!"

That sounded like an AR game of some sort. Alexander had enjoyed the big Pokeman Run hype some years ago and certainly didn't mind giving this app a try.

When he opened the app for the first time, it asked him for the usual: His real name as well as his nickname. Alexander put in the same for the latter that he used everywhere: Lex_88. A short busy spinner appeared and finally, a message box greeted him:

"Welcome to ATArena, Lex_88! A suitable opponent has already been found. Connecting now..."

After he tapped "Ok", a chat interface opened:

TopShot joined the game.

TopShot: Hi.

Alexander didn't know how to react exactly. He was socially awkward, but ignoring the unknown other player would be rude. So, he just typed:

Lex_88: Hi.

Before any of them could type anything else, a popup opened:

"Battle available! Tap to play."

Alexander tapped the button and wondered what would happen now. Was this some kind of word puzzle or quiz against each other?

What opened though, was a simple depiction of three six-sided dice. When Alexander tapped them, a roll animation appeared until they settled at 14 eyes in total. Not bad!

"Lex_88 rolled: 14. TopShot rolled: 10. Lex_88 wins!"

The screen changed to a wheel of fortune now, which was already in motion. When it came to a stop, it showed a muscled arm emoji and the sparkling word "Bicep size" appeared on his screen.

Immediately, Alexander felt a weird tingling in his upper arms, accompanied by a tightness in the sleeves of his sweater. He locked his phone and scratched his arms but stopped immediately when his fingers met unexpected resistance. His upper arms seemed to have... swollen? What was happening?

Still on the university campus, Alexander made a dash for the nearest restroom and pulled off his sweater. He could hardly believe his eyes: His biceps had grown *considerably*, straining the seams of the t-shirt he wore underneath. When he moved his arms, the muscles bulged and contracted. It was a surreal feeling for sure. Was that the doing of this game?

Alexander unlocked his phone again saw a new message:

"Challenge! Record a video flexing your guns and upload it to social media!"

When he dismissed the message, he typed a message to his opponent.

Flex_88💪: Holy shit! My arms just grew!

Alexander stopped for a moment. Flex_88💪? That wasn't his nickname. Yet, when he scrolled up, it clearly appeared that way - that was the name saying "Hi." in the message before. It wasn't that far off from his usual nickname, which was... Flex_88💪. What was he even thinking about? That was just his screen name that he used almost everywhere, because of his biceps, obviously. His last message didn't make much sense, though. He added a:

Flex_88💪: I mean, they're pretty big, as always. Never mind!

It didn't feel good to brag, but there didn't seem to be a way to delete the message. But he might as well do the challenge now. It wasn't that unusual for him to post pictures and videos of his arms on social media, so, he recorded a short clip, made sure to crop out his surroundings and his face and sent the video to his LaterGram profile.

Just as he was done, TopShot had answered:

TopShot: Uhm, good for you, dude.

TopShot: Seems like you've won the last game.

Flex_88💪: Yeah, but it was pure luck. I'm sure you're gonna win the next one.

As if on cue, another "Battle available" popup opened. This time, Alexander's roll was pretty bad. The dice showed 2-5-2, bringing him to a meager 9, a bit below the expected value.

"Flex_88💪 rolled: 9. TopShot rolled: 9. Tie! Both win!"

Apparently, TopShot wasn't having a very lucky day, either. The wheel turned and showed a drop emoji. Alexander was still thinking about what could be the meaning of the drop, when the word appeared: "Libido".

Libido? So, this was an 18+ game? Still, Alexander felt hot all of a sudden. His cock was stiffing up and he realized that it had been ages since his last jerk-off. Hornyness clouded his mind, when the next popup opened:

"Challenge! Use a pick-up line on someone you fancy."

Alexander was usually way too shy to approach another guy, but in his current situation even thinking about sending someone a pick-up line seemed like a good idea. He could just send that TopShot guy one, he had the advantage that Alexander didn't know him and probably never would meet.

He thought about his options and decided that a classic would be the best choice.

Flex_88💪: You know, my arms aren't the only thing big right now ;-)

It only took a moment for the other player to respond.

SwitchHit: I know what you mean.

SwitchHit sent an image.

Alexander hesitated only a bit before he opened the image. Yep. It was a picture of a tented boxershorts, snapped from a hastily opened pair of pants. Alexander could feel his cock throb. If he wasn't in public... No, he had to restrain himself. Even though he was still horny, which really wasn't unusual for him, he took a breather and tried to fight his boner down. He had just masturbated before he left for class, it was just amazing how needy his cock could be. His phone dinged as he readjusted himself and left the bathroom.

SwitchHit: Looking forward to the next game. I mean it's just dice rolling and stupid challenges, but it's fun.

Even though Alexander agreed, something seemed off. Had SwitchHit changed his screen name? No, didn't seem that way.

"Battle available!"

Alexander immediately rolled his dice and hardly could believe his eyes: three sixes, a solid 18.

"Flex_88💪 rolled: 18. SwitchHit rolled: 15. Flex_88💪wins! Critical!"

15 was a pretty good roll, but nothing could beat Alexander's 18. He grinned as the wheel stopped on "Confidence".

"Challenge! Approach a local gym and negotiate a free trial using nothing but your charm and confidence. "

Xander grinned. Yeah, that was an awesome idea. He was originally on his way home, but finally joining a gym was long overdue. Luckily, there was one right on his way. Half an hour later, he had a full two month free trial and also a protein shaker as a gift. It had been easier than Xander had thought.

Suddenly, he remembered the game.

Flex_88💪: Hey SwitchHit, you still there?

SwitchHit: Yeah, sorry, I didn't want to message so much. Sorry!

Xander rolled his eyes. That guy needed to grow some balls. He was just about to reply, when the next battle was available. Xander really had to admit, what SwitchHit said was true: It was kind of fun!

This time, Xander rolled bad: The three dice showed a measly 8 points. Unsurprisingly, SwitchHit won.

"Flex_88💪 rolled: 8. SwitchHit rolled: 14. SwitchHit wins!"

Damn, this was the first time Xander lost. The wheel landed on a brain-emoji, and, unsurprisingly, it was labelled with "Smarts".

Xander scratched his head. What did that mean? Would he have some penalty challenge now? He would see soon enough.

"Challenge! Skip reading your usual news or books for the day. Instead, binge-watch a reality TV series."

Xander scratched his head again. Did he really want to do that?

Well, of course he wanted to! That sounded like a fun evening. Why would he read books?! He didn't even own books!

Flex_88💪: Man, those challenges are really ez. I need to watch some TV this evening, not read sum bokshit.

Xander typed the message as he arrived at his apartment. He fixed himself a quick dinner and sat down on the couch, turning on the TV.

SwitchHit: I agree. I have to read some Ovid tonight, which I find rather light literature.

Flex_88💪: Whatev you say, man. Hey, by the way, what's your name?

Flex_88💪: Mine's Xander.

SwitchHit: I don't know, I probably shouldn't share my real name on the internet.

Flex_88💪: Aw, come on. As if I could find out where you live with only your real name.

SwitchHit: ...Right. I'm called Chris.

Flex_88💪: Like Christian? Christopher?

SwitchHit: No, just Chris.

Flex_88💪: K. Hey, that pic was pretty hot back then.

They chatted a bit during the evening and exchanged some more pictures of tented pants. Xander was only half paying attention to the reality show on his screen, as one of his hands was more or less constantly in his pants. Still, it was just friendly teasing, no downright cyber-sex.

Eventually, Xander had finished the season and went to bed. SwitchHit - Chris - had called it a night an hour ago, but he still had to finish the last episodes. Good thing he didn't draw the book shit. That would've taken a week, not an evening.

When Xander woke up the next morning, the next battle was already waiting for him. He rolled the dice as he crawled out of bed, again rolling abyssal. Only six eyes were visible on his dice.

"Flex_88💪 rolled: 6. SwitchHit rolled: 10. SwitchHit wins!"

This time, the wheel landed on "Personality". Weird. That was a pretty vague category.

"Challenge! Show someone their place."

Xander raised his eyebrows. What a weird challenge. Anyway, time to for groceries!"

Xander drove over to the store in his old and cheap car. However, when he arrived, another visitor to the gym took the parking spot directly in front of the entrance. What an asshole!

Xander parked and got out of his car, quickly approaching the unsuspecting guy that just stole *his* spot.

"Hey, asshole! What do you think you're doing?!"

The man, a young guy with glasses and a bit on the nerdy side, looked up, surprised.

"What's your problem?"

"I'm the problem. Your problem. You just took my parking spot."

"Your spot? Don't be ridiculous."

Xander's hands balled into fists. That guy was really annoying!

"That was my spot, asshole. If you don't get your ass moving, I'll *make* you move."

"Alright, alright, chill down. Geez."

The other guy got in his car and parked in another spot. Xander nodded satisfied. He had shown him. Oh. Right, the challenge.

Entering the building (without moving his car), Xander checked his phone and sent SwitchHit a message:

Tank: Man, people are crazy today. Some asshole took my parking spot and I had to show him.

SwitchHit: Sorry to hear that.

SwitchHit: Did you change your screen name?

Tank: Nope. It's Tank, as it has always been. Because I'm a fricking TANK!

SwitchHit: Yeah. That makes sense.

"Battle available!"

Xander was collecting stuff from the shelves when he rolled the dice in-between. He rolled a solid 14, but Chris beat him by one point.

"Tank rolled: 14. SwitchHit rolled: 15. SwitchHit wins!"

Xander cursed loudly, making a few heads turn in the shop. The wheel turned and finally landed on a heart shape. "Empathy" it read. Another one of those fuzzy words.

"Challenge! Cut ties that hold you back!"

Xander scratched his head. What was that supposed to mean? He really wanted to win this game, so what did he have to do now?

As he thought about this, another message popped up, this time from the chat group with his closest circle of friends, who were planning their next meet-up. If Xander thought about it, he was really annoyed by those guys. They were all nerds and losers who always had shit ideas like board games and stuff. Without a second thought, Xander replied to the group.

Tank: I'm not coming. Those gatherings are a waste of time. Get lost, losers!

With that, he left the group and blocked the numbers of his so called friends. He had better things to do.

"Battle available!"

Like that, for example. Chris, who went by the silly nickname of CuddleBug, was at least a horny bastard like Xander himself. With a tap, he rolled the dice.

"Tank rolled: 12. CuddleBug rolled: 10. Tank wins!"

Oh yeah! The roll wasn't even so great, yet still he won. Xander smiled even broader when the wheel landed on a muscular torso, labelled simply: "Muscles."

In an instant, Xander felt his whole body swell up. No wonder. Axel basically *lived* in the gym. As he looked down, the fabric of his shirt had turned almost transparent with the sudden expansion of his muscles. It wasn't just his torso, of course. Axel didn't skip leg day, so his quads and hamstrings grew to impressive size, too. His shoulders were getting broad and wide, as well, to the point where he had difficulties reaching his back.

"Challenge! Show your gainz, buy a muscle shirt!"

Axel could have slapped his forehead. Why didn't he think of that himself - and sooner? He needed to share that thought.

Tank: Hey Chris, what ya tink? I should get a muscle shirt, huh?

Tank sent an image.

CuddleBug: Omg, yes. That will look awesome. I wish I had muscles like that.

Axel grinned. Right. No wonder that Chris agreed, Axel's muscles were a sight to behold. Good thing he was already in a store. He quickly bought a few muscle shirts, enough to replace his usual wardrobe. After paying for his purchase, Axel put on the new shirt right on the parking lot before squeezing himself into his car.

"Battle available!"

The game was pretty fast-paced. Axel tapped to roll the dice and was pumping his fist, when one after another, all three dice ended up showing a six.

"Tank rolled: 18. CuddleBug rolled: 4. Tank wins! Critical!"

"Ha! Yes!" Axel cheered and the wheel spun until it showed "Dominance".

A surge of excitement and satisfaction rushed through Axel's veins. He felt *good* all of a sudden. And *powerful*.

"Challenge! Assert your dominance! Challenge a gym bro today!"

Axel grinned. Yeah, that was exactly his thing. He needed to get to the gym anyway. That free membership was hard earned. Also, Chri- Kit seemed to like his gains. Time to make some more.

It was still early afternoon, and the gym wasn't packed with visitors yet, when Axel arrived. There were a few regulars, as always. A short dude with a moustache that looked like a wannabe porn star and a big dude with a neckbeard were currently occupying the bench press, while a girl in her 40s did lat pulls.

Confidently and arrogantly, Axel readjusted his half-hard cock and approached the big guy.

"Yo, man. You're pretty buff. But I bet I can still take you easily. Wann wrestle?"

The large dude looked at Axel for a moment. Axel could see a vein on his neck throb.

"You little shit. You think you're better than me, huh? Fine, let's do this."

In the pocket of his gym shorts, Axel could feel his phone vibrate.

"Ha. Lead the way, I'm gonna wipe the floor with you."

As he followed the big guy to the mats, Axel checked his phone.

"Battle available!"

Great! Before he kicked some ass, he could play some more! While walking, he rolled the dice and scored a 15!

"Tank rolled: 15. CuddleBug rolled: 9. Tank wins!"

He didn't have time to watch the wheel this time, so he didn't notice that it landed on "Stamina." He also didn't see the challenge, which simply read: "Kick some ass!"

The big guy was already waiting for him on the mats, but Axel felt incredibly cocky. This was gonna be easy!

"No rules, no limits, no mercy." Axel said and the other guy nodded.

"That's the way it's gonna be. No mercy, punk."

"Bring it, tubby."

The big guy was the first to charge and he was surprisingly fast for his size. However, his speed and strength were no match for Axel's new found muscles. Even though they wrestled for a few minutes, Axel found himself not even tiring much. Finally, he was able to flip his opponent around and lock him on the ground. He tried to struggle, but Axel held his arms and legs firmly in place.

"Give up, man. You can't win."

The big guy tried to wiggle out of Axel's grip, but to no avail. He could struggle and shout as much as he wanted, but Axel was the one on top.

Finally, the guy gave up and admitted defeat.

"Ha! Loser!" Axel cheered and got up. He had a full boner now, both from the sweaty wrestling as well as from the display of dominance, but he didn't hide it. Instead, he headed to the showers and let Kit know of his triumph on the way.

XxBeastxX: I just *dominated* some fuckin weakass in the gym. Wrestled him down and he was crying and everything.

Kit answered right away.

CuddleBug: You're awesome.

CuddleBug: I wish I could have been in this place.

XxBeastxX: Ha. Course I am.

XxBeastxX: Huh? Whatya mean?

CuddleBug: Nothing. Never mind.

Axel was about to answer, but yet another "Battle available!" message popped up.

This game was seriously addictive! Axel rolled the dice and had a 10, which was decidedly less than what Kit had.

"XxBeastxX rolled: 10. CuddleBug rolled: 11. CuddleBug wins!"

"Damn." Axel said, but the wheel landed on "Generosity." He was almost glad he lost. Otherwise, the challenge would probably have been something like "Donate to the homeless" or some shit. What did the homeless ever do for him?

Instead, the challenge was:

"Challenge! Sell something of sentimental value!"

Huh. Well, Axel didn't really have anything he would consider "sentimental". His old PS2 that he got from his uncle for his 10th birthday was a bit sentimental, but other than that... Oh! His old car would probably qualify.

Axel thought about it. On the one hand, his old car was a piece of shit, and he shouldn't care much about it, but on the other hand... It would be a shame if he would have to say goodbye to his baby. Would it? No, not really. It was a pain to squeeze into it anyway. And if he played his cards right, he would even get some good money for it.

The decision was easy, and after showering, Axel drove to the nearest car dealer. It was a hard bargain, but in the end, he managed to persuade the guy to buy his car. It wasn't a high price, but it was more than what the piece of crap was really worth.

Just as he finished the contract, his phone dinged. It was rude, of course, but he didn't give a flying shit about that and checked his phone. It was from Kit, of course.

TwinkyKit: I just donated some money to the homeless. That felt good!

Axel snorted. Of course, how pathetic.

XxBeastxX: Good. Maybe now they won't be so fucking lazy anymore and work a little.

"Battle available!"

It seemed like the game always interrupted their chats. Well, anyway. He quickly rolled the dice, while the car dealer waited patiently to return his attention to him again. The dice turned out lower than Kit's again and after reading the wheel result and the challenge, Axel looked back up to the car dealer. For a split second, the "Money" challenge was still visible on the screen: "Challenge! Buy a muscle car! You know you want it!"

Damn right he did. Jax had always wanted to have a muscle car. He just never had the money. Bullshit. He never had the balls to take on some debt to buy one.

The car dealer was more than willing to help Jax chose and set up the necessary credit paperwork. He didn't even read this shit and selected a car immediately. A shiny, silver beast with a huge engine. It was a bit pricy, but it was worth it, at least to Jax. After he received the keys, he messaged Kit.

XxBeastxX: While you were busy giving money to some crackheads, I got myself something new. Check this out!

XxBeastxX sent an image.

The first image was the car of course. The second was a dick pic, for good measures. Jax didn't really care that he was still at the car dealer when he lowered his pants for a moment to snap the pic.

TwinkyKit: OMG. You're such a stud.

XxBeastxX: Thanks, Twinky.

XxBeastxX: By the way, show some respect!

He drove back home, feeling great.

At home, the next battle was already available. Jax grinned and rolled the dice. He could hardly believe what he saw: 3 single eyes. He rolled a fucking 3.

"XxBeastxX rolled: 3. TwinkyKit rolled: 3. Tie! Both lose! Critical!"

What a pathetic roll, for both of them!

The wheel landed on "Impulse Control". This was getting interesting. It was true, Jax was notoriously bad at controlling himself. He just bought a new car, on a whim. So whatever challenge was coming his way shouldn't be too hard.

"Challenge! Get that tat!"

Jax didn't think much about it. Sure, why not. He would probably regret it, but that was something future Jax would have to deal with. He started his shiny new car again and drove to a nearby tattoo studio.

When the artist asked what kind of design he wanted, he only thought for a second, before deciding: "A dragon, obviously!"

As the artist started working, he massaged his dick with his other hand, earning him a condescending look from the artist. He couldn't help it though. Kit... Kitty would surely love his new tat.

When he sent a pic later, he was proven right:

TwinkyKit: OMG! That's hot.

TwinkyKit: I wish I had one, too.

TwinkyKit: I mean: Sir.

Jax smiled and was about to type a reply, when another "Battle available!"-message distracted him.

He quickly rolled the dice and grinned at the result: 15! That beat Kittys sorry little ass for sure, and he was right. Kitty had a mere 7 points to show. This time, the wheel landed on "Aggressiveness."

If possible, Jax felt even more powerful and manly. The challenge read "Start a bar fight!" and that was exactly what Jax wanted to do this evening. Well, that or fuck some ass, but really, a good bar fight was probably even better tonight.

He quickly messaged Kitty.

Ass_Crusher🍆: Talk to you tomorrow. Gonna kick some ass now. Think of me when you jerk off tonight, boy!

Kitty responded almost instantly, with a picture of his uncut dick.

TwinkyKit: I will, Sir! Have fun.

Jax drove to the nearest gay bar, a shady joint called "Diesel". The music was loud, and the lights were dim. Jax didn't mind the atmosphere, though, instead, he went straight to the bar and ordered a double shot. He downed the drink and ordered a second. Just as the bartender placed the glass in front of him, he grabbed it and threw the liquor right into the bartender's face.

"The fuck?! What are you doing?!"

"What do you think, asshole?" Jax answered, his voice dangerously calm.

"You can't do this!"

"Yeah, I can. And you're going to shut the fuck up."

With those words, Jax slammed his fist in the bartender's face, who immediately fell to the ground. There had been really no reason for him to punch the bartender, but it had the intended effect: From one moment to the other, there was a barfight in full swing.

Of course, everyone tried to overwhelm Jax, but he fought back with vigor and stamina. Several black eyes and a broken nose on his enemies later, the patrons and the bar's bouncer managed to throw Jax out, but still, Jax had a great time, kicking ass and punching dudes. Before someone could call the cops, Jax went home, happy and content.

When Jax woke up the next morning, he almost didn't notice any bruises anymore. Instead, he grabbed his phone while he was doing his morning piss and checked ATArena. Yep, there was another battle available. Time to see if Kitty was already up.

He rolled the dice and only a minute later, Kitty's results came in. Easy win. Jax had rolled only a ten, but Kitty didn't beat him with his pathetic five. However, Jax laughed out loudly, as he saw the wheel's result: Dick size.

"Challenge! Show your assets!"

*That*, Jax could do. He watched as the cock in his hand grew longer and fatter by the second, instantly forgetting that it had once been smaller. No, Jax always had a big, fat and juicy cock, the biggest, actually. With a few last strokes, Jax sent a pic of his cock, the tip glistening wet.

Ass_Crusher🍆: Check that out. That's what a real cock looks like.

Ass_Crusher🍆 sent an image.

Jax sent several more images of his magnificent rod, both naked and wearing tight underwear. As if there was another kind. For Jax, all underwear was tight.

Finally, Kitty responded.

CrushersToyBoy: Fuck. You're so hot, Sir.

CrushersToyBoy sent an image.

Jax smirked. Kitty's own cock was tiny, especially compared to Jax' equipment. It didn't matter much, though. Kitty didn't need it, he needed to have his ass crushed.

Ass_Crusher🍆: I know, babe. I know. You know what I'll do with it now?

"Battle available!"

God dammit. This was getting annoying.

Jax quickly rolled the dice, scoring the top available score! 18 points! But apparently, Kitty was just as lucky, rolling an 18, too.

"Ass_Crusher🍆 rolled: 18. CrushersToyBoy rolled: 18. Tie! Both win! Critical!"

Jax didn't even need to read the attribute to feel it. It was "Libido, again." His already mostly hard cock surged up, becoming a firm steel pipe in his pre-cum soaked underwear. There were no pants on earth that could hide his constant arousal - on some days, even a firm pair of jeans left nothing to imagination and showed a wet patch where his cock was constantly leaking pre. He was a walking and breathing sex machine and Rex knew it. His name was fitting, too. He was a fucking king among men. And today he was going to breed the fuckable ass of that twink.

Ass_Crusher🍆: Get ready, boy. I'm cumming over and I'm gonna split open that ass of yours.

Rex closed the game and deleted it. There was no point in wasting his time with some stupid mobile game. He got back into his car and revved the engine. Oh yeah. Time to get some ass!

What a great game! I know I wouldn't mind playing if ATArena popped up on my phone, would you?

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LifeCorp - My Story

This story came out early on my Patreon! If you're interested in early stories and other benefits check it out here! Want more details about that and my new roleplay discord server? Check out the post I made here!

Hey all! Jamal here again with another blog post.

After enough nagging and curious questions from all of you around the office after my teasing in the last post, it's finally time to post a full timeline of my journey here at LifeCorp! A handful of you have known me since I first started working here, but most of you haven't. Some of you might have even known me at different points while working here and not even realised I was the same person. We all know what it's like though so I don't hold it against you!

Anyway, you're all reading this for the fun stuff, so I won't bore you with all the usual admin. On with the story I'm sure will give a lot of you a great start to the work week ;)

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My story starts around 5 years ago when I first applied for LifeCorp.

I didn't even know what the company did when I first applied; I just saw an open position that paid well in my local area and had good benefits. Teaching had exhausted me. I needed a change, something less intense that would leave me with time to live my life, and this was perfect. Flexible hours, private company healthcare, no strict dress code, and on site leisure and spa facilities. Dream right? You all know how amazing it is to work here, I don't need to explain that, but coming off the back of a job that had absolutely none of that it sounded too good to be true. And this was just some entry level admin job back then, and now here I am.

I was like most of us probably were when we started here. Barely able to believe in the interview what this company claimed they did was real, only to see first hand as one of the interviewers gives a demonstration. You've all met David I assume, but for those that haven't he's our head of recruitment. To cut a long story short (because you're here for my journey not David's) I got to watch as he went from old distinguished businessman to young ripped jock to finish the rest of the interview. A wild ride on your first time as you all well know.

But that’s the same thing we’ve all been through. Whether you were a customer originally or an unaware employee like I was, we all had a first experience seeing the changes LifeCorp can make. And getting to feel them for ourselves.

Time for some background on me though. Or the old me anyway, since most of you haven’t known me since I joined.

As I already said, I used to teach before I came here. Maths if you can believe that. My name was James, the average, slightly nerdy type you’d expect of someone that’d gone into teaching. Not an introvert exactly, but not the guy you all know me as now. And yes, white too. I know, crazy to believe I used to be some little white dude before LifeCorp gave me a new shot, and I’m with you. I’m still that same guy obviously, but James feels so far away now from the man I’ve grown into.

My first real experience with what LifeCorp has to offer was at the Summer Swap Party. You’ve all been to, or at least heard of them I’m sure, the annual party held at the main office where everyone gets swapped around and ridiculously drunk.

I went along just to meet new people a month or so after joining. I felt like I hadn’t really given people a chance here, didn’t give myself time to get to know anyone outside of my immediate circle in the admin job. I was well aware of everything that went on here by now, so I knew what to expect when I arrived. Or, at least I thought so. Arriving at the large hall and getting corralled into a swap pod to exchange bodies with someone at the party at random wasn’t how I’d expected things to go, but I hadn’t been given a lot of time to process things.

Now, if you haven’t been through one of these swaps it’s a wild ride. There’s an all-consuming nothingness that overwhelms you for several seconds as you’re tied up into just your consciousness, right before being transferred in less than a second to your new body. Seriously, if you somehow haven't tried it you haven't felt anything like it; imagine being awake whilst you're asleep is genuinely the most accurate description.

Once I came around on the other side and I was with it enough to be let out, that's when I realised who I was.

Mr Korey, the man hosting the party.

You all know him obviously, he's probably reading this very blog post along with you. If so, I'd like to say how nice you were and how much fun I had in your body as my first experience not as myself! Seriously all of you, being a handsome older gentleman with an excellent physique as the literal first time I ever looked different was a wild time. And he seemed pretty happy as me, so none of us were complaining. I got to walk around drinking and chatting with all this confidence I never had before; all whilst looking like some handsome Daddy. It was the most fun I'd had in a long time, and really went a long way to opening my mind to the idea of changing.

I will admit though I did sneak off at one point to get a closer look. He was always wearing these fancy suits that hinted at his physique, so I couldn’t really be blamed for wanting to get a little more familiar with the body I could feel under these clothes.

A bathroom just outside of the main party hall, with just enough time and just enough space to lock myself inside and strip. I knew I wouldn’t have long before people noticed I was missing, so I made light work of carefully unbuttoning his shirt, hanging it up and really getting a good look at his muscles. All I can tell you without getting in too much trouble with Mr Korey is he’s even more jacked than you all think he is, and even more hung than that. Seriously, I had a lot of fun all by myself in that bathroom before I rejoined the party, but out of respect I’ll leave that to the imagination.

One evening of talking, drinking and getting weirded out by but also loving not being myself, it was finally time to swap back. It was kind of a shame since I'd finally got used to feeling the scratch of a beard and feeling older, but I knew it was only temporary. So back into the machine I went to swap myself back. Just the same as before, several moments later I was stepping out the machine the other side as myself once more.

James again.

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Nothing else really happened for almost a year. By the time Valentine's Day rolled around I'd been with the company for almost a full year, and happier than ever in the job. No longer the newbie, I was fully immersed in being a part of LifeCorp.

It was then the Valentine's special rolled around, just as I announced this year a couple of weeks ago.

I'd been thinking on and off ever since the summer party. Being a handsome, fit gentleman had really done a number on me. That and seeing everyone around me constantly changing when I was collating and entering all sorts of data about changes really didn't mean I had a moment to take my mind off it.

There were two issues that'd kept me from ever doing anything. Indecisiveness, and money. One was decided with time; I'd made a decision that if I ever did make any changes to myself I'd stick to looking like me and just making some upgrades instead of a total rewrite. The money side at the time did worry me too. I was paid well for the job I did, very well as the salaries are here, but still the sudden chunk of cash out of my monthly budget was a huge concern. But with the offer, which as it turned out was heavily discounted for new employees, the option was suddenly on the table.

So I did what anyone would when given the opportunity to freely change themselves and went for it. Because who wouldn’t, right? We see it all the time here, people coming in because they aren’t happy with something about themselves, and I was just the same. I had a list of things I wanted changing when I went in, some more predictable than others. Muscle was a big one; if I was going to do this I wanted to finally capitalise on the desire to be bigger. Hair was another thing I’d never really worked out what to do with, so a new cut or complete change to my hair was on the list. To top that all off there were a whole host of more minor things I wanted, nose reshaped, jaw squared out, even my voice I wanted to try changing. And, of course like any man I asked if they’d make my cock bigger. Besides that I left it in the hands of our wonderful designers here, knowing after so many months of working here they’d do a good job at changing me whilst staying true to me.

How I turned out was better than anything I could have asked for or designed myself. A hint of stubble, defined muscles, a general vibe that just oozed masculinity. Short styled hair and what I already knew was a larger bulge between my legs. I was a stud to say the least. What really topped it all off though, more than the muscle or anything, was knowing in the moment that this was the only me now. This wasn’t like the last time with Mr. Korey where I knew it was temporary fun, this was me. No smaller body to go back to, no time limit. I was a handsome, beefy jock and that was it.

“Fucking hell James, look at you.” I remember muttering to myself as I flexed. “Fit, ripped, fuck this is incredible.”

That self worship continued on for several more minutes as I really got a feel for this new body. Posed a few times, worked out how to bounce my pecs, and explored my new equipment some. It was probably a good half hour I spent in that little room coming to terms with this being my new reflection from now on and deciding what clothes suited me best.

It’s a moment still burned into my memory to this day even if it was years ago. The first time I stepped permanently away from my old self and towards the new. A lot of clients I’ve spoken to in more recent years since changing jobs say the same thing and I can really attest to the same; the first you make a permanent change you’re not planning to go back on is unforgettable.

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To say my life changed from then on would be an understatement. I wasn’t unhappy before, far from it, but it was like waking up into a dream you realised was never going to end. Being in a body like the new one I had proved to be everything I felt like was missing in my otherwise ordinary life. I was happier day to day, more confident and outgoing, even started going out to bars and clubs more when I usually never did.

I worked out a lot too. LifeCorp for those of you that don’t know have specialists on hand to help ease people into their new bodies if needed. Many former men need help looking after a woman’s body; older people offered classes and guidance on how to fit in with a younger crowd after an age regression; or newly muscular jocks like I was that needed a personal trainer to show them how to lift and maintain the new size.

For me that came in the form of Ryan.

He’s one of the consulting PT’s at our gyms, or used to be a few years ago back when my first changes happened. Solid guy, both literally and in the not so literal sense. He was a huge help getting me into the routine I’m still in now. He taught me pretty much everything I know now, for the most part. A lot of you probably saw the two of us in the gym together, since we’d be there for a good couple of hours a day, six days a week. That routine hasn’t changed either in all the years since! How to scale my weight up, the right form and how to plan the number of sets, all of it Ryan taught me down to the finest detail.

Eventually our training sessions turned more into just two dudes working out together once I’d picked up the important parts. I’d always been a quick study, so it didn’t take long until we were laughing and pumping iron together. We got pretty close over the weeks we spent training me up with all the knowledge I needed and forming the gym-going habit. He was the first person I really got close to since the change, bonding over my new love of the gym amongst other things. It felt good making a new friend because of the changes, someone I wouldn’t have otherwise probably known.

Even after Ryan moved away to another part of the company I didn’t let things slip. This wasn’t like some new year’s resolution a lot of people make and quickly give up on, this was the real deal. I’d paid for the upgrade, and I was going to make damned sure I got the most out of it. Part of me always wanted to before all this and just hadn’t had the motivation, the changes and the thought of squandering them along with Ryan’s help was the final kick up the ass I needed. Even when I didn’t need Ryan’s help anymore I was always in the company gym before work for at least an hour; I’d always been an early bird and it turned out I loved working out in the mornings.

I loved working out full stop really. The rush, seeing the pump afterwards and knowing that yeah, whilst I skipped ahead, it was still the working out I was doing almost every day that was keeping me looking like this. I had fully made the jump from average burned out nerdy teacher to a thriving jock that was happier than ever. But this, of course, wasn’t the end of my story…

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Over time I fell happily into the jock life, I even switched jobs after a couple of months after the initial treatment. The old one had gotten boring now I’d grown so much, so I made a slightly impulsive decision to move to a more front-facing role. I’d taught, I knew how to stand in front of people and talk about something I knew a lot about. And in my time here and with my first-hand experience I could certainly do that. So instead of admin I moved over to public relations, helping to promote the company and the work we do.

My life just generally got better over the following year or so. My new position was great, helping people fulfil their dreams like I had. I made new friends at the gym and at work, a lot of which I still know today. Even dated a little more than I had before now I was going out in the evenings more. Being a jock had well and truly folded itself into part of who I was after so many years of wanting it; I couldn’t have asked for more.

Until a year later and when the next valentines offer came around I decided to go for it again.

It was a curiosity more than anything that made me go for it. I’d spent the happiest year of my life in all things gym bro, and that made me wonder what it would be like to go further. I’d been more concerned with maintaining what I had in the gym than actually putting more size on, but now the opportunity had come around again with the discount tempting me it was too good to resist. What gym-going dude wouldn’t wonder what the upper limit of what was possible for his body was?

Many of you might not know this, but LifeCorp can actually show you that. I only knew about it because of my former position doing admin and processing many customer’s files. It’s a hypothetical “if everything went right in your original life, how would it be possible for you to look?” type deal. I’m not going to pretend to understand the science behind it, but it’s something to do with filtering your DNA that our very, very smart scientists came up with.

Nevertheless, that’s what I asked for. Takes them a few days to comb through your genetics and make a full model, but a few days after the request it was all ready. Ready for me to once more take another step forwards in my journey, though this one wasn’t quite as life altering as the last.

On the other side of it all, big was the first thing I felt when I stepped out. Now, at this point remember I’d only been at all muscular for around a year, so getting bigger all over again was quite the jump. And when I say big, I mean huge. Bodybuilder absolutely fucking enormous. Muscle on top of muscle. Perfect beard I’d never quite been able to figure out growing. Huge and ridiculously handsome. This was everything my genetics could have made me, which honestly is still crazy to look back on.

Now I’m used to being this size, but back then nothing could have prepared me. A whole new wardrobe was needed first off which LifeCorp helped with, but it was more than just that. I kept bumping into things and definitely didn’t know my own strength for a while. I wouldn’t change a moment of the adjustment period though, not since I got to see myself every day and know this was everything I could be. The bumps and bruises from walking into things or broken glasses from accidentally squeezing too hard was all worth it to end up so big and thick with muscle.

I got promoted again too.

This is where some of you newer folk will start to remember me, hell you can still see them using my image in some of the branding. I signed on to do a little modelling for the company as one of their success stories, an example of the work they can do to encourage others to make use of our products. I gave talks about my experience, helped coach a few people through their own changes as Ryan had done for me, all sorts of stuff in addition to getting paid to show my body off. If you ever find yourself wondering where Jay disappeared off to, that was me. I started using that instead of James for a while after this round of changes, since that felt more fitting of a guy like I’d become. Shorter and snappier, it was a sign of the man I’d become and how far I’d grown. Literally and metaphorically.

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For a while I thought that would be it. Over a year and a half I spent as Jay the devilishly handsome bodybuilder enjoying the path life had taken me down. A Valentine's Day offer even came and went which I had no need for, I was fine just as I was that year around. I couldn’t see myself wanting any different.

That was until a company seminar on racial diversity and the science that comes with changing someone’s ethnicity at LifeCorp. You see, despite the muscular exterior and new love of the gym, I’m still the same nerd that originally became a maths teacher. I’ve always been fascinated by science and mathematics, still am, so when I started working for LifeCorp it didn’t take me long to sign onto these various seminars they occasionally run. Now I’m still not going to pretend to understand half the complicated processes they talk about, but listening to it all explained is well worth the time. I’ve been to several of them over the years, and this in my eyes was just another one of those. I’d been to ones on how genders get changed, how like me they can make muscles grow in a matter of hours instead of months, how they can fix your DNA and reverse ageing for clients that want to get younger.

This one was, at least at first, just the same as any of those. Talking about specific genes and the fancy tech they used to change them, it was all very interesting. They went on into detail about how this type of change could be set to take anywhere from minutes to hours unlike a lot of other changes, the reason for which was another thing I didn’t quite understand. What I did understand was what they were asking next.

“Could we have a volunteer? We’d like to show you in real time how we delve into and edit the DNA to send the change over the skin.” The woman giving the presentation had said. “Rest assured we’ll have you back in your proper skin in a few hours once the initial molecular trauma is over.”

I still couldn’t tell you now what made me raise my hand. Call it professional curiosity, but up I went to volunteer myself for this physical demonstration. I climbed to the stage, got hooked up to several machines and stood there whilst they started the process.

It was slow to begin with. They went over in real time as they went into my system and looked for the right things, and all about how they then went about changing it. Asian for the purposes of the demonstration. There was some mention of the previous processes I’d been through too; since I’d been turned into the height of what my potential was almost two years ago there was an almost 100% certainty whatever changes they made here temporarily would also result in me being a stud still.

After several minutes of explanation it was time to actually start. Several injections later and I was standing shirtless letting everyone in the room watching the slow, subtle changes. They’d asked me to at least take my shirt off so everyone could watch, which I was more than happy to oblige on. I’ve had a bit of a thing for showing off since all the changes, and shamelessly still do. So it wasn’t much of an ask at all to stand there half naked whilst everyone, myself included, got to watch me shift from white to Asian.

The whole thing was fascinating. The subtle but distinct change of facial features, skin tone shifting slightly, some of my body hair fading away. I was still massive, that didn’t change one bit, but everything else shifted. There was still some sign of me in there too, that was the wildest thing. I couldn’t really place what it was exactly, but looking into my own eyes in the mirror they’d given me I could still see myself.

After it was all done and they’d used me to show what they wanted to show, the seminar was done. They assured me that in a couple of hours if I came back I’d get back to being myself, but until then I was free to do as I liked.

And what was a man to do with a couple of free hours? Workout of course.

Off to the company gym I went for a good chest workout before it would be time to get swapped back. I always spent the longest on my chest whenever I did it, so I knew two hours would be just enough time for a good workout and a shower. The facilities on site are excellent if you haven’t been by the way, I’d totally recommend it.

It didn’t turn out to be all that weird from what I remember. I’d walked out of the seminar thinking I’d find the whole race switching to feel odd if nothing else, but it was quite the opposite. I felt fine, good really. Working out always made me feel good, but this wasn’t just that. I couldn’t really put my finger on it, but I still remember that chest workout was one of the best I’ve ever had to date.

I even had a little time spare to feel myself up in the shower. I couldn’t help video myself as I washed off the sweat; seeing myself as an Asian man was just so different and I had to capture it before it all went away. By the time the shower was over it would be time to go back, so it was worth having something hot for the record. I can tell you now I’ve jerked off over it more than a handful of times since then, both from the position of knowing it was me in that moment and it just being a fit Asian stud.

Would I have sex with that version of me? You’re damn right I would. I mean, just look how good I look soaping up my pecs? I even got a close-up for all you horny bastards to enjoy.

Alas, it all had to come to an end. As fun as it was, I had only signed up for it to be temporary. I was a white guy at the end of the day, even if I had spent a couple of fun hours as another race it wouldn’t want it to be permanent. It wasn’t my place to want something like that, even if it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence at the company. A little fun for an afternoon after an educational seminar that was now over, that’s all I told myself it was at the time.

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The thing about those little earworms? They’re hard to get rid of.

Those things you tell yourself you don’t or shouldn’t want, even if you know deep down you do. You want to buy that new bag that’s just been put on sale but you stop yourself. You want those football season tickets and buying them early means they’re cheaper, but still you can’t justify it. That’s how I felt every time I thought back on what I’d been through at that seminar. Because honestly, being a different race and seeing a totally different reflection had been a weird sort of thrill. It was me still just about, but twisted into something so far from who I used to be.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it over the following months. I felt guilty for wanting it, but the guiltier I felt the more I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Guilt can be a little backwards like that. But I swore off it; I couldn’t just change myself like that, it wouldn’t be right.

Only… Then Valentine’s Day rolled around again.

I’ve been known in the past to make the odd impulsive decision. That’s what had led me to quit teaching when it was a stable job I was good at. It was what took me down this path of changing myself too. So what harm would one more be when most of them had turned out good in the end? It was like the urge to jump when you’re standing on the edge of a cliff. Any moment you could just say fuck it and tumble off the edge…

The day at the office was what did it. February 14th and I was at work like always, chatting to prospective customers and giving a presentation to some of our newer employees. Talking all day to couples and people making changes for romantic reasons must have gotten to me, because before I knew it I was on my lunch break and making a booking for the particular transformation I wanted. If they could get what they wanted and be happy about it, why couldn’t I? Maybe it was the love in the air or something pushing the impulsiveness but before I knew it I was down in the labs that afternoon talking over what I wanted.

Total race change, a new version of the current me, just like they’d done a few months ago. This time I wasn’t going Asian though. As fun as that had been, I had something a little darker in mind after months of letting it churn in the back of my mind. Black. Why that I didn’t know, but now the doors to the idea had been opened, I knew that was what I wanted. Needed, as weird as that was to admit.

The process was much like any other I’d been through once all the paperwork was filled out. This was permanent, so there’s always more to do. Once it was all filed away they loaded me up into their machines as I’d done a handful of times now and it was off.

I was saying goodbye to my whiteness for good. The exhilaration I felt as I watched my skin slowly flush darker was tenfold of what I felt when I’d become Asian or when I’d just become bigger. The darker I got the better I felt, like a weight off my shoulders. I’d been thinking about this for months and felt guilty for it, now I’d actually gone through with it I was already feeling better.

There was a slight shift in the way everything looked as I got darker too. My nose widened and lips filled out, my whole face shifting ever so slightly to take on a more African descended version of me. Muscle too wasn’t spared as it grew bigger still into a beefy, well proportioned size; I was getting taller but still keeping a similar proportion as I had before as either white or Asian. I had the same mass as before, but with the unexpected increase in height it was levelling out to a thick bulk I was happy with. The black version of me they unlocked in my genes was tall and an absolute stud. Not to mention hung too.

When I finally stepped out of LifeCorp's machines I knew this was going to be the last time I made major changes to myself. It was just instinct. The reflection I could see in the mirror across the room just clicked with something deep inside me; this was who I was meant to be. The version of me I knew I was happiest as.

As always they helped me into a few loose clothes they knew would fit, more for their benefit than mine, then at last let me look at myself in a mirror. A tracksuit and socks was all I had on after declining a tank top for now; I wanted to get a proper look at my newly black body.

And what a sight it was. Devilishly handsome with a full beard and well proportioned but still thick muscles on my taller frame, I’d never seen myself quite as good looking as this. The wider nose, dark, tightly curled hair and overall blackness I saw looking back at me just felt right in a way I couldn’t put my finger on. A lot of clients say the same thing when they get to a version of themselves they’re happy with, and looking at myself then I finally understood what they meant.

“Everything to your liking then James? Jay, sorry.” One of the scientists I'd known for a while asked as I admired myself.

I smirked. “Oh this is better than anything I could have dreamed up, fuck this is good.” I didn't pull my focus away from the mirror, too absorbed in admiring this new permanent version of me. “And I think I might change my name one more time. James was the old me, and Jay worked for a while as a shorter version. This new body though… this is it I think. How about Jamal instead? Close enough that it feels familiar…”

“If Jamal is the name you want I can put the request in to have it changed?” He asked, already grabbing a tablet to start the name changing form.

I thought about it for another moment, then turned to him and nodded. “Yeah, please. Jamal it is, that's me now.”

You can see now that I didn't know what I was worrying about. Plenty of customers at LifeCorp have been through the same race change as me for all sorts of reasons, I was just another one of them. I looked and felt better now I was a handsome black stud, this was the version of me that would see out the rest of my life.

In the year since that day I've only felt more secure in my decision.

My identity has settled into being a black dude, just as I once jumped from a nerdier guy to a jock. This was one more jump like that I needed to make to feel more comfortable in myself. I’d always enjoyed tattoos and wanted to get some, so took this opportunity now I was happy with myself to finally get inked. Down one arm and something in the middle of my back too, all to celebrate how I’d found myself.

Another promotion only a week after I became black landed me here in my current role as Social Media Manager, and it's been a dream. All the perks of working here at LifeCorp, a good salary, and flexible hours to boot. Spend most of my time making posts such as these and coordinating our public image alongside the wider marketing department. Alongside all that I still have a lot of client interactions at various events and talks I give, but I'm not as outward focused as I was as Jay.

Workouts have been better than ever too. I feel like I've reached a point in the gym I'm happy with; I've been working out consistently for the last few years at this point and loving every second. It feels like a second home now honestly, which I never thought I’d be saying. I’ve kept up the work I started in helping newly muscular individuals in getting comfortable working out. Even if it wasn’t all naturally grown like some of our personal trainers I’ve been at this for enough years now I know how to put a workout together. Even dabbled in the idea of getting an official personal trainer certification too, just so I can step up my game a little in that as well as part of my work here at LifeCorp.

First day of the rest of my life that decision was. I'm grateful to who I used to be, without him I wouldn't be the man I am today. To become black, become Jamal though on top of all the growth I'd been through; I've never looked back.

~~~

So that’s pretty much it from me!

Longer one than usual I know but worth it to get the full timeline out there. Hope you all enjoyed this look into my journey to the man I am today, because honestly I wouldn’t change a second of it. It was fun to relive the whole trip, so I hope you all enjoyed it too. Feel free to leave comments or send me messages if you have any questions, always happy to talk a little about myself!

That’s all folks, I’ll see you in another blog post.

Jamal - Social Media Manager

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Ugh, they sent the wrong suitcase to my hotel room! This thing is almost as big as me, and all the clothes are extra extra larges! I’ve heard y’all have dealt with suitcases before. The tag says it belongs to someone named Mourad.

You open the suitcase. But you are hit with a wave of sweaty smell. The suitcase obviously contains only dirty laundry. Disgusting! And somehow attractive at the same time… You take one of the jockstraps and press it in front of your mouth and nose… You remember how the lads used to do it to you in gym class. One of them was also called Mourad. You take another deep breath. The jockstrap smells exactly like a jockstrap should smell. Like sweat, cum and piss. You take off your pants and boxers. And the jockstrap on. Your cut cock gets hard on the spot.

You feel the urge to work out your body. You grab a pair of shorts, sports socks, a tank top and a pair of sneakers from your suitcase. Hmmmm! The tank top is still damp from your last workout. Just like the socks. Sure, that's your sweat. From the last workout. That was in Istanbul. It's hard to have clean clothes when you're always on the road. But your job as a civil engineer brings that with it. And in the gym and on the construction site, clean clothes are not so important.

Fuck, that was a really good workout. You take off your tank top and dry your forehead and chest as best you can with the sweaty piece of fabric. Quickly take a selfie for your husband in Ankara. "Miss you, honey. But I'll take care of the body you love so much. Kisses, Mourad"

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maletf32 · 3 months

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Who else wants to enjoy this hairy view of himself in baller shorts?

That's the goal: just a brown haired bro in baller shorts.

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maletf32 · 3 months

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Hey support, I was messing with the race change features and was wondering if you had any ideas for me? I just kinda want a life where I’m someone other than a skinny white guy

Slender, skinny white boy. That seemed to be your fate… No matter what sport you did, no matter what you ate: You always look like you're about to starve.

Actually, you're damn jealous of the big hairy guys in your gym, where you struggle unsuccessfully… But you can't admit that. " Miserable Arabs", you hiss. Just loud enough for them to hear. One of the musclemen stands up and walks towards you with heavy steps… He puts his huge arm around your bony shoulders. And whispers softly in your ear "Miserable Persians. Not miserable Arabs. Believe me, brother, you'll soon understand the difference."

You are in a state of shock. You've finished your training for today. You have to get out of here. You have to get out of your training clothes too. Shit, the collar of your T-shirt is almost choking you off. You really have to make an effort to tear it off on the way to the changing room. Damn, that feels good. You're breathing heavily. And your hairy chest muscles rise and fall. Your training shorts are tight against your huge thighs. You concentrate. You tense your thighs. And you burst the seams of your shorts. Your cock, circumcised by a gifted Persian doctor, sticks half stiffly out of the shreds of your trousers. The door to the changing area opens behind you. The Persian boys come in. They push you against the wall. And rip the rest of your clothes off.

They talk at you. You don't understand a word. Hardly a word. The boys are from the Yasd area, you are from Isfahan. They speak with a strange accent. And they have such divine cocks. One of the boys fucks you. You give another one a blowjob. The other two wank and shoot their load in your face.

The orgasm blows your lights out. You've been gone for a few seconds. You hear the boys laughing in the shower room. Sunset prayer is in an hour. By then you should have changed out of your sweaty gym clothes and done the ablutions. You can only hope that you don't get hosed down again in the shower. Then you won't have time until prayer…

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maletf32 · 4 months

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Can you turn me into a sexy orc?

Let me check the system... Yes.

We have one orc in our database who has been waiting for a human-orc bodyswap request. He is sexy, some would say. He runs his own construction business, unsuccessfully, and likes blue-collar dudes, mostly.

To consent to the swap, you must reblog this post. Once your reblog is posted, @maletf32, your swap will be activated instantly.

No commentary is required, as some language skills are diminished during activation.

Caution: You may feel some slight discomfort as your humanity is replaced with orc urges and desires. Be careful with your new strength; it is limitless.

The swap will expire at midnight, but your new orcine nature, and lack of language skills, will be yours to keep on a go forward basis.

This request will be marked as completed, and your customer service ticket will be closed. Additional requests will require additional sacrifices. Thank you in advance for your reblog.

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I wish to be turned into a muscular gym-obsessed Krampus for the holidays

Christmas morning, you discovered an unusual ornament on your holiday tree. You were sure it wasn't there on Christmas Eve.

But for you, a disciplined young aesthetic bodybuilder with the body to prove it, every day was gym day, wasn't it? Even Christmas Day.

Spending time with loved ones didn't matter. Figuring out where that odd ornament came from didn't matter.

Your ever-improving body was the only thing that mattered. Self-obsessed? A bit.

Working your way from machine to machine, you're suddenly meeting, then exceeding, your all-time bests, moving mind-boggling amounts of iron as if it didn't weigh anything.

This was awesome. You never felt better, stronger or more powerful. When your body is all that matters, and you had a day like today in the gym, you chalked it up to all your hard work finally starting to pay off.

Until you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

Your bros were in awe of your pump today, dude. But there was no time to worry about appearances or stare at yourself in the mirror. You felt like you could keep lifting for a few more hours.

So you did.

Nothing could stop you. Your body was feeling like you always dreamed it could feel. Your strength felt unlimited. Because it was.

And then you didn't need to worry about your body anymore. Your body had finally become what it was meant to become all long:

The Krampus.

This meant you had a new long-term priority from then on:

Frightening little children who misbehave.

Now you'll get to enjoy your new body, Krampus, until the strike of twelve midnight on January 6th when the holiday season comes to a close, and you'll be returned to your normal body, just as requested. You'll be ready to return to work by the second week of January 2024. Somehow, that strange ornament will have disappeared as well.

Just kidding. The change is permanent.

Happy holidays, Krampus!

And joyous tidings to you for the years and years and years and years to come.

Thank you for your wish. Fulfillment has been completed.

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maletf32 · 5 months

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people are always mourning twink death but they don’t celebrate bear birth. why don’t you think about fat hairy gay men for a bit maybe you’ll feel better

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Headache

Felix couldn’t figure out where this massive headache had come from.

The day had started the same as everyday before. Got up at six, let the dog out, started brewing some coffee. At 27, Felix was at an age where he didn’t have to worry about morning pills but was concerned with accidentally pulling a muscle getting out of bed. Some stretching helped readjust his slightly overweight body, helping him wake up for the day. After a quick shower, feeding the dog, and getting dressed, he was out the door before seven.

Next was the bus stop, where Felix would find the usual neighbors. The same five people were always there for the 7:05 pickup, except today a newcomer had joined the crew. Some South American-looking jock who apparently liked to take up the entirety of the single bench. The regular five included Felix, Joe, Petey, Andrew, and Alex-

“OW!”

Felix braced his forehead in pain. What was he thinking about again? Oh right, the 7:05 usuals. Felix, José, Pedro, Andre, and Afonso. The new guy was apparently named Bruno, and he was already a disturbance to the amiability the five had created.

The jock was so big he took up all the space in the little shelter, and his headphones were blaring some loud EDM music. His skimpy attire suggested he was on his way to the gym, and his constant flirtations with the five men suggested his hormones were affected by the constant workouts.

Felix moved on, focusing on the bus. Came on time like it typically did. He always sat near the front, watching as the rest of his neighbors filed behind him. Because Bruno was new, he had yet to find his “assigned” spot, placing himself between José and Afonso. If Felix wasn’t in so much pain, he probably would have laughed at the memory of the scene. Bruno was manspreading so obnoxiously he’d forced José against the window and had Afonso halfway into the aisle. The two meeker men were-

“God!”

Again, Felix had to recapture his thoughts. The memory of the three in the seat. Right, it was comical. The three massive Brazilian jocks, all stacked against each other. It looked like they enjoyed it though. Felix remembered the disgust he’d felt at the sight of them all palming each other. He also remembered wishing they could get a room.

José got off at the next stop, and Afonso not long after. Pedro and Andre jumped ship together near the end of the route. They worked for two firms in the financial district, so they were headed in the same direction. Felix was surprised to see Bruno get off with them. He couldn’t think of a gym that was near this area. His eyes had followed the trio out the door and through the window, Bruno towering-

“Ai!”

Felix had to find some medicine! Anything that could offer some relief. But anyway…the three leaving the bus stop…yeah, that was it. Pedro, Andre, and Bruno, the three horny Brazilians dressed inappropriately for the weather. Their tight clothes easily displayed their bronzed skin and well-worked muscular forms, but the short shorts and tanks weren’t the best options for the frigid air. That’s why Felix had been watching them after all, surprised with their revealing clothing and brazen nature.

Felix had gotten off the bus, gone to work, and everything had gone like a typical work day. Nothing stood out. But he knew he had to run through everything if he wanted to find the culprit of the headache. He just had to get to the bottom of it. Like fast-forwarding through a movie, Felix began clicking through his day, recalling the memories as they flew by.

He’d had some meetings with his boss, cleared some documents off his desk, had a conversation with his secretary Tom about paper deliveries, ran into Bruno at lunch, Bruno proceeded to flirt with him, Felix began feeling up the jock's massive arms and stretching out his thick legs, he curled his own brown toes in eagerness as they made eye contact, he noticed the other man’s sparkling brown eyes and steel-cut jaw mimicked his own, began making out with the Brazilian stud.

Felix then flexed his brown muscles for Bruno, Bruno muttered “garanhão, garanhão,” over and over again, Bruno ran his meaty hand through Felix’s coiled hair and across his messy black stubble, Bruno shoved his other meaty hand into Felix’s tight office pants, Bruno fondled Felix’s brown pouch and whispering “sentir os bebés castanhos,” Bruno noticed the time and left Felix pent-up and agitated.

Felix then rushed back to his office, called Tom in to "discuss something," slammed the door behind his secretary as he ripped off their clothes, shoved his massive brown dick into Tom’s begging hole, began feeling up his own jockish Brazilian frame, gasped something incoherent in Portuguese, and dumped an insurmountable load into his secretary.

Felipe sighed. He just couldn’t figure out what would have caused this massive headache. The rest of the day went as usual. He’d grabbed his clothes, barely fitting into the blue tee and boxer shorts he pretended weren’t underwear. Felipe loved how they displayed his colossal pouch and voluptuous backside. The secretary Tom loved it too, having-

“Caramaba!”

The secretary Tomás loved it too, having spanked him on his way out. But after that, Felipe marched his way to the gym, seeing all the other Brazilian jocks already hard at work, either stretching their muscles or stretching out each other.

“Olá garanhão,” Bruno started in that deep, milky Portuguese that made Felipe’s pila throb. “Everything alright?”

“Não sei,” Felipe replied in his own dull but effortlessly sexy tone.

“What did I tell you about thinking too hard, baby?” Bruno chuckled. “Let me help you concentrate on something else.”

Like a switch, the headache magically disappeared as all power went from Felipe’s brain to his throbbing brown dick. Bruno smiled as he placed himself between Felipe’s bulky legs.

“There we go,” Bruno licked his lips as he pulled the underwear back.

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One Size Fits All

Little birthday present for my favourite @mrwavellswaps ❤ This one was written in second person, so you've been warned if it feels strange to read!

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We'd talked for a long time about me driving out to see you. Over a year since we'd started talking, always here and there mentioning the idea but never properly committing to a time to actually go through with the plan. It was a long drive halfway across the country, so it wasn't the type of thing to be done lightly.

Unless I'd just stumbled on an online website known only as W&D clothing that claimed their ‘one size fits all’ type was a little more literal than other places. Magical and very real as I quickly found out, all their products would change the wearer to suit the item. In that case it became a particular emergency with your birthday coming up that I made a few specific purchases and drove out as a surprise. After all, where would the fun be in just sending them in the post when I could turn up at your door and surprise you?

So after booking a couple days off work for a ‘family emergency’ I was off, with you none the wiser to what surprise awaited you.

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“Lance! You've got a visitor!” The voice of your sister called from downstairs.

It was odd, since you hadn't been expecting anyone. The day had already been booked off work so you could enjoy relaxing, but it wasn't like you'd shouted about that fact to everyone you knew. Family had either seen you or texted birthday wishes that morning so it wasn't like it was any of them, and former college friends you knew were all busy. It was baffling to say the least, so your only option was to force yourself out of bed after a very long lay-in to sometime late morning and see just who it was.

“Coming! Who is it?” You called back as you paused the TV and got up.

Your sister called back a few moments later, after an assumed pause to look at whoever it was again. “Some old guy! A friend of yours apparently.” She said as you reached the top of the stairs.

That only added to the confusion, because besides former teachers and current colleagues who would all be at work, who was their left? The curiosity only spurred you on to get down and see who it was faster. That and the secret hope that whoever this mystery man ended up being was handsome.

He was.

By the time you got to the front door your sister had gone, returned to getting ready to leave for work. You were glad of it though, because that left you alone with whoever this hot Daddy of a man was at your door. Tall, well muscled under his tight leather jacket, and handsome with as much of his face as you could see under the cap and dark sunglasses he had on. He had a bag slung over his shoulder as he smiled at you, looking basically like the textbook definition of your type if you had to name it. And somehow here he was at your door asking specifically for you.

“No Lance, you aren’t dreaming.” The man said in a deep voice that threatened to send a shiver of arousal running through you; of course that was as hot as the rest of them. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” He said with a smirk.

He clearly knew something you didn’t, and knew you well enough too to be able to sense what you’d been thinking. This did feel like a dream, and he’d known you felt that way. Just who was this guy??

You shook your head. “I… I don’t, no.”

The man’s smile widened as he removed his hat and sunglasses, finally giving you a better look at his handsome face. “Well Why don’t you let me inside out of the cold and I’ll refresh your memory?” He said, the hint of a mischievous smile creeping at the corners of his lips.

Normally like any reasonable person you wouldn’t have let a stranger into your house. Normally was out the window here though, what with the gorgeous older man asking something of you it was hard to say no. That and there was just something about him that felt familiar, though how you’d have forgotten a man as handsome as this you had no idea.So, perhaps against your better judgement, you stepped aside and let the handsome man inside, then closed the door behind him as you followed into the living room.

“Still haven’t worked it out, hmm?” The man said as he took a seat on the sofa, splayed out and showing off every inch of how hot he was. “I’m surprised, I thought you’d know me well enough to see through all this-” He gestured down at his body, “But I guess I really did underestimate how much looking like a walking wet dream for you would be a distraction.”

Something itched at the back of your mind. A hint of some kind of familiarity with the way this guy talked that was screaming at you that you knew him, but couldn’t place where from. The man seemed to know as much as well, like this was some kind of game he was playing with you as he sat idly by and waited. “What? I feel like I know you but I don’t….”

The man stood up and grabbed his bag from where he’d left it by the edge of the sofa, then unzipped it and started pulling clothes out. Jeans, an American Football jersey, a grey tank top and what looked like a pair of gym shorts amongst other items. What these had to do with anything was an absolute mystery, and only added to the confusion. You already had no idea who this guy was or why you’d apparently trusted him enough to let him inside, now this?

“Pick something and put it on, I think you’ll understand after that Lance.” He said once the various options were laid out before you.

The way he said your name was incredibly arousing. It spurred you on to actually do what he said and choose something, even if none of this made sense. You weren’t exactly thinking straight and you knew it, but then how could you when all the blood was rushing to your cock thanks to the very man opposite you. Still, something in you had decided already to go through with what you were being asked of, so you reached out and grabbed the first of the items that’d held your attention.

In your hand you held up the large football jersey from the pile. It looked clean and unworn and from the label was as you suspected on the larger side. “This?”

“Good boy, now put it on.”

Your eyes went wide at how the handsome man addressed you. Your face flushed almost instantly with arousal; if you weren’t hard already you were now. How did this guy know exactly what buttons to push? If he was even doing it on purpose, but something told you he was. That instinct that somehow you must know who this was only grew as the moments passed, but still you couldn’t put the pieces together. All you could do was listen and pull it on as instructed, but not before taking off the t-shirt you’d been wearing. It swamped you with its massive size, making you feel a little ridiculous. After all, as hot as this guy was, why had you actually listened to someone you didn’t know? Logically you should just chuck the dude out and get on with your day relaxing, at the very least it’d be a funny if somewhat embarrassing story to tell your boyfriend Jackson-

A dawning realisation set in as you looked up at the man’s smirking face. MY smirking face. That brief moment had finally slotted everything into place as impossible as it all was. The casual way I spoke as if I knew you; the way I knew what buttons of yours to push to drive you a little crazy; even the body was as perfect to your tastes as it could get. But then you were still left with one question. If you were right and it was me, just how had I changed into this guy? It wasn’t like magic or anything we wrote about was actually true, just a horny fantasy…

“You haven’t even noticed have you? I was surprised with how little feeling there was to the whole thing too.” I said with a knowing smile. “I know you’ve worked it out, you know who I am now. Took you long enough.”

You nodded. “Jackson. But how- why- I thought you were-”

I stepped forwards and pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you. “It’s your birthday, don’t question the how or the why, just enjoy it. I took a couple days off to spend it with my favourite person and surprise you, it was too good not to when I found these clothes.”

The clothes, of course! In the mixture of shock at my identity and the still lingering arousal, it’d been easy to forget what I’d asked you to do. Put on something from a selection that was way, way too large. Only, now it was back in the front of your mind it didn’t feel anywhere close to as large as it had a moment ago. Had you imagined it, or had you…?

“Holy shit.”

I watched in amusement as you looked down at your body and realised what’d happened. You’d grown massively to put it lightly in both weight and height, enough so you were far wider and only an inch shorter than me where I currently stood at 6’3. You had muscle on top of muscle, all going to work making the jersey fit perfectly over your now huge form. It felt incredible too; you’d been working out at home for a little while now, but gains as big as these took a lifetime to put together. Now you had them in seconds and you hadn’t even felt it happen.

“How the hell-?” You started, but paused and grabbed your throat when you heard your voice. Not only deeper now, but also with a distinctly American accent you hadn’t noticed at first. “Why do I sound American??”

I chuckled. “Well, it is an American Football jersey, can’t be that shocking that it makes you American too.”

You nodded. It made sense, though it was still weird to hear your own voice now so different from how it usually was. All of this was weird if you were honest with yourself, but then again it was incredible too. You hadn’t been expecting anything close to this to happen today; least of all me somehow finding a way to actually transform both of us after driving all the way over here to see you.

“How did you do it anyway?” You asked a moment later once you’d stopped staring at your new body. “I didn’t think this was even possible, as much as we’ve always wished it was.”

I shrugged. “Some website an anonymous user sent me a link to last week. I was sceptical at first obviously, but after some proper digging and a cheap test it actually worked out. I could have told you yeah, but isn’t it more fun to have you find out like this?” I smirked. “A hot Daddy showing up at your door and dazzling you? Too good of an opportunity to resist.”

“A test?” You asked as the curiosity over that little detail piqued your interest. “Did you happen to take any pictures?”

I already had my phone in my hand before you could finish the sentence. It only took a second or two for me to find what I wanted, the pictures I’d taken of myself were still the most recent ones in there. I opened up the first one then handed my phone over, letting you take a look at the first guy I’d become for my test.

“I picked those because I wasn’t sure what would happen honestly.” I said as I peered over your shoulder at the photo. “The website doesn’t have any descriptions of how you’ll look after putting each item on, so it’s sort of a gamble that you can guess right. Shorts like that I was expecting something more like a twink with a fat ass, so I was pleasantly surprised to find myself looking like that. Spent a while lazing around the house just like that since family were all away. That roleplay we were doing at the weekend? Yeah, I looked like that pretty much the whole time we were doing it.”

“That’s crazy.” You handed me back my phone, then glanced back at the pile of clothes I’d laid out for you. Now you knew what they were and what they could do your mind was racing with possibilities. “So all that stuff will turn us into someone that matches the clothes huh? Didn’t think about becoming a black dude like Ched then?” You grinned cheekily at me, knowing full well what I was like.

I laughed, then joined you in looking at the range of clothing. “Bold of you to assume there isn’t more than one thing that pile that I’m hoping does that exact thing. But this day isn’t about me, it’s about you. We’ve got plenty of time to try out other stuff, so it’s whatever you want us to do.”

I waited for a few moments as you thought about things. There was a huge amount of potential here, even if it was somewhat random, so where could you start? Did you want to stay as this massive American stud, or become someone else? That was a good question, and one you thought you had an answer for…

“Could I be you? The Daddy that is. You’re just so… Fuck.”

I laughed, then unzipped my leather jacket. “I had a feeling you’d ask that, I knew you’d want to be in this body as soon as I saw it, pretty fitting of the t-shirt eh?”

As I took the jacket off, you got a good look at the item in question that I was implying was the source of this particular change. A green t-shirt with the words ‘Dad in the streets. Daddy in the sheets.’ branded in bold letters across the front of it. That too then got pulled off to reveal a hairy, muscular chest and broad shoulders, the perfect body in your eyes. Once it was all off I tossed the t-shirt at your handsome face as I shrunk back down to my usual self, leaving me standing in a pair of slightly too large jeans.

“You’ve got to cum whilst wearing something to make yourself able to take it off without changing.” I said as a way of explanation to my reverted body. “Only way back after that is to wear another item and change again, then let that wear off and you’ll be back to normal.”

The second you took the jersey off and slipped the t-shirt on you’d changed. It was honestly still shocking with all the testing I’d done how instantaneous and seamless the whole change was. One moment you were pulling the t-shirt over your head and the next it fit snugly over the handsome older form of the man I’d driven here as. I get to watch as for a few moments you admired your new self, flexing and grinning as you checked out a reflection that finally matched how you’d always wanted to be.

“Now that’s fucking incredible, holy shit.” You said in a voice that was eerily familiar considering it’d been mine moments ago. “Like woah, if I thought I was hard looking at you in this body I’m even harder now being in it myself!”

I laughed and came over to press myself against your side. With the height that body had you were taller than me now, which was odd and arousing all at the same time. You almost instantly wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled us so we were facing each other, me looking up at your now taller self.

“Like your birthday present then Daddy?” I said with a look of mischief and fake innocence in my eyes.

The low growl you let out was almost hungry sounding in its arousal. “Oh I do boy, more than you can ever know. I’m in two minds to bend you over and fuck your ass right now, but I want to get you into a perfect body too before anything else.”

I blushed as you held me in your arms. Of course you would think about something like that, making sure I was enjoying myself too. So I got to watch as moments later you went and flicked through the stack of clothes I’d dumped out, discarding things seemingly at random before you settled on something and came back to me. A black jockstrap held up in your hands, along with a dark baseball cap.

“My best guess is these two. And if I’m right it should do what I want it to do to you.” You said as you held them out for me to take.

As it turned out when I stripped and pulled them both on a few seconds later, your guess was exactly right. The jockstrap first had blown up my muscles until I was some classically handsome blond jock, clean shaven and like I’d walked off of a fashion show. It made sense given branded jockstrap underwear that I would end up something like this to you, but this was only stage one. The second, more important one came with the next item, the hat. I hadn’t noticed what you had about it before I pulled it on, the dark, curly hair stuck on the inside. Things felt odd as the magic woven into both items fought together for a split second before settling into the exact form you’d wanted me to be in.

A rich dark tone had settled over my skin when I looked down at my finished body. Together the two items had merged the individual transformations they would have given into one, making me not only black because of the cap, but also buff as hell thanks to the jockstrap. I was stud, and you couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for pulling it off so well.

“Like it?” You asked, not that you needed to as I flexed and admired my almost naked body in your living room mirror.

I nodded, then turned back to you and smiled widely. “You don’t even need to ask that question Daddy, you know I do.” I winked as I called you Daddy, that wasn’t going to stop anytime soon with how you currently looked. “Though I think I’ll need to borrow some clothes if we’re to carry on with the rest of the day I’ve got planned. Thought we’d go out and do some fun things in these bodies, maybe shopping being the first one of those?”

“Yeah, I’ve probably got one or two things around that can fit you if nothing else does. Just about anyway with how big you are.” I could see the hint of arousal in your eyes as you took a good long look, both enjoying the view as I showed off my new self and sizing me up for what you had around the house. “Wanna go look, then we can get going? Assuming you’ll drive of course.”

I nodded. “Yeah, sounds good to me.” I grabbed your hand and let you lead me towards the stairs. “Everything is on me today for your special day Daddy, not every day a man turns 40 now is it?”

“Keep up like that and we’ll never make it out of the house, I want to at least see what you’ve got planned before we spend the rest of the day fucking and keeping ourselves into these bodies.”

I laughed as we ran up the stairs. Oh what a good idea this had all been.

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“Enjoying yourself there Daddy?” I asked with a smirk as I watched you bounce your pecs. “I think that’s a yes?”

“You bet your ass it’s a yes.” You said as you returned my smirk with one of your own. “Don’t think I’ve ever had more fun on a birthday than I have today.”

I smiled. After picking bodies we wanted to spend the day in, we'd gone out shopping, then you’d taken me to your favourite restaurant to eat which is where we were now. You’d thrived in the body I’d given you, really coming out of your slightly nervous shell to embrace the Daddy you now looked and felt like. Your 20th birthday had rapidly turned into a 40th birthday celebration, or that’s what we’d told the server that gave you a free drink and dessert with the meal. I could see the thrill in your eyes when you told them your age as you casually explained you were out for a birthday meal with your boyfriend since it was such a big day. You’d loved getting to drop an age like that as yours so easily and believably, and I’d loved watching you enjoy yourself so much.

“I take it you’ll be going to jerk off in the bathroom before we leave? Family away for long enough I’m sure you can enjoy that body for a good long while until you’ve got to go back.” I said as I watched the glint in your eye.

You nodded. “Read my mind honestly.” I raised an eyebrow as you leaned over the table towards me almost conspiratorially to whisper something. “You did miss out on one thing though. I was thinking we’d both jerk off in the bathroom before we leave and stay this way until we wear something else.”

“Yes.” I said instantly. “Oh god, yes that’s a great idea.”

“Then what’re we waiting for? Let’s get on with it.” You said as you pushed your chair out and stood up.

I grinned then took your hand, letting you pull be off inside towards the restaurant bathrooms. As we walked I wondered in the back of my mind if that W&D clothing website had anything stronger to make these changes as permanent as possible? Maybe we could really become these two hunks we currently were, but that might be a surprise for another day…

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Questions for TF fans

Send me a number, I’ll answer that question!

1. What’s your Favorite kind of TF? 2. Do you like Inanimate TF? 3. Would you rather Transform other people or change yourself? 4. What got you interested in TF? 5. Absolutely favorite TF art? 6. Absolutely favorite TF story? 7. Anthro or full animal TF? 8. Best part of transformation for you? 9. All good TFs need to have… 10. Willing or unwilling TF subject? 11. TG in your TF? 12. What other kinks do you have? 13. What excites you about TF? 14. What embarrasses you about TF? 15. Does anyone else know about your TF kink? 16. What other kinks do you have? 17. What kink excites you most, excluding TF? 18. Any kinks you’re embarrassed by? 19. Any kinks you didn’t think you’d be into but are? 20. What’s your favorite TF fantasy? 21. Favorite way to initiate a TF? 22. Mental changes to match physical changes, or a human mind trapped in an inhuman body? 23. Clothes ripping as the transformation progresses, or changing to match? 24. Favorite part of the body to watch transform? 25. Size changes? 26. Inflation? 27. If you could transform one person into anything you wanted, who would you change and into what? 28. Someone transforms you… what do they do with you after? 29. Who is your favorite shape shifter in media? 30. Favorite depiction of a transformation in media? 31. Permanent transformation? 32. Willing or forced transformation? 33. One part of your body you want to change? 34. One part of your body you’re really happy with? 35. What kinds of TF do you find a turnoff? 36. Magic or science? 37. Favorite thing to TF into? 38. Do you RP? 39. Ever act out a TF fantasy with a partner? 40. If anyone found out about your TF kink you’d…

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Rebuild my body Maletf32

This is a request from @maletf32

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How Tall would you like: 6'3"

What kind of physique do you want: Beefy/Hairy

How old do you want: 35

What's his orientation: Gay

What's his ethnic heritage: Columbian

What does he do for work: Model/ Athlete/ Gym Bro

What does he like to do in his spare time: cooking/Working out/Hanging out with friends

A new you well be generated based on your feedback. Enjoy!

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maletf32 · 6 months

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New orcani- uhhh organic bulking supplement seem to be getting me the results I been hoping for. Could do without weird side effect though. Getting looked at weird by stranger at store

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10) unwilling or willing tf?

Which do you prefer

Mm good question, I think I like a mix of both. At first it's unwilling, but as the person settles into their new self they start to embrace it more

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maletf32 · 6 months

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Questions for TF fans

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maletf32 · 6 months

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"Re Blog" to PERMANENTLY become some sort of fucked up creature or demented beast

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I'm the ugliest nerd in the world and I have nobody. I wish I was a man with dark brown eyes, nice muscles and everything that makes a himbo... and every nerd I kiss becomes a man like only an Arabian fairy tale could tell. He would only want me. Only I could keep his muscular body up with kisses and fucks.

Can you grant me this one Wish?

An Arabian fairy tale

Once upon a time, there was a nerd called Gregor. He lived his life in a big city and every day, he was miserable. Not only was he gay and lonely, no, the little nerd was also ugly. He wasn't just ugly, no, he was the ugliest nerd there was in the whole country.

Every day he wished he could find a lover and live happily ever after, but every day, he was reminded of his status as a lonely nerd. He tried online-dating, but due to his exterior, nobody seemed to want him.

Gregor was a shy, awkward guy who didn't get many chances to talk to strangers. In his free time, he enjoyed writing fantasy stories, a hobby that didn't bring him too many friends, either. It was frustrating, too. In his stories, the hero always managed to find a true love. He wasn't alone, no, he had someone at his side.

In his real life, however, Gregor didn't have such luck. The best thing that happened to him in a while was meeting another nerd online. There wasn't going to be anything romantic between them. As fate would have it, the other nerd, called Evan was also gay and lived not too far away, but Evan had made it pretty clear early on that Gregor just wasn't his type. Instead, he rooted for manly men, with a different ethnic background. Evan and Gregor spent a long lonely night in voice chat together, discussing their preferences. Evan apparently longed for the firm touch of a strong man with Arabic background.

Meanwhile, Gregor didn't dare say what he wished for. What was the use, anyway? There was no way it was going to happen. No one wanted to be with a weak, ugly nerd like him. To be honest, he didn't actually really know himself. In his thoughts, a partner was something so abstract, so far away that he hadn't even thought about how such a person would look like.

Evan's fantasy wasn't bad, though. After their talk, Gregor lay awake in his bed and imagined strong, middle-eastern men, along with Evan. Perhaps he had developed a slight crush on the other nerd. Finally, he drifted off to sleep, wishing that he and Evan could be together.

When Gregor awoke the next morning, he felt strangely energetic and in a pretty good mood. Thinking nothing of it, he quickly got dressed and thought about what to do today. He didn't have any work to do and would usually have spent the day indoors, writing one of his stories. However, after the refreshing talk yesterday, that didn't feel all too appealing. Instead, he had an idea: He knew where Evan lived and worked. Perhaps he should walk over to that other part of the city, and they could have a coffee. Not as a date, of course - but more as a continuation of last night's talk.

Gregor didn't have time to waste and left the house. As he stepped into the sun, the first thing he noticed was how bright the world suddenly appeared. He didn't think much of it, but a few moments later, the second strange thing happened: People were looking at him!

Now, Gregor was of course used to people looking after him - he was really ugly, after all! But today, it was different. The gazes that lingered on him didn't seem to be hostile or disgusted. They seemed curious.

Perhaps his shirt had a hole in it, Gregor thought. He checked himself, but no, the shirt was fine.

As he walked, the attention he drew increased steadily. Was there something on his face perhaps? Or his arms?

As he checked his arms, Gregor was amazed by what he saw: His milky-white skin that usually had a sickly tone to it was entirely different today: instead of the pale and blotchy skin, he now had a healthy and firm complexion. The muscles in his arms, which he usually thought of as scrawny and flabby were now clearly visible.

He checked the other arm, and it was the same. What was going on? Also, his vision was getting blurry. When he took off his glasses to clean them, however, his vision cleared up instantly. It was as if his short-sightedness was just gone!

As Gregor kept walking, the changes became more apparent: His legs, which had always been thin and small, were now visibly muscular. His stomach, which had always been a little fat, was now a firm six-pack. His clothes, which had been a bit baggy before, were getting tighter and tighter as both his height and his shoulder width increased more and more.

His hair, which had always been a dark brown, was getting even darker, and a strong stubble covered his chin. His skin, which had been the same milky white tone, was getting a darker, more exotic tan.

Gregor had no idea what was going on, and he was a little scared. But the more his body changed, the better he felt about it. He wasn't an ugly nerd anymore. He was not yet sure what he was going to become, but it was surely better than what he had been.

Meanwhile, his clothes were getting increasingly tight, and he felt like taking them off. That was not something he would ever do in public, but his urges were stronger than his shyness. With a quick movement, he took off his shirt and ripped his pants open. To his surprise, below the tight jeans, a pair of silk shorts in a shiny royal blue had formed instead of his slip, which covered his privates. However, even though he wasn't naked, the ample bulge that stretched the silky fabric left little to imagination: a large and thick manhood had formed between his legs, which left a clearly visible dick print, along with the thinly veiled big orbs of balls he now had.

By now, Gregor's appearance was attracting a lot of attention, as his body kept growing more and more, becoming larger and more impressive by the second. He wasn't even "lean" or "fit" anymore. The way his body expanded, he definitely qualified as "muscular" by now, perhaps even "bulky". His shoulders were wide and strong, and his back had filled out so much that his neck had almost disappeared entirely. His biceps and triceps were both at least the size of his head and were covered in a fine, dark fuzz. The rest of his body had also become much hairier: His chest was covered in a generous carpet of dark hairs and a thick bush of pubes was pushing out against the silky shorts.

People had stopped and stared, and even a few had started to snap pictures or take videos with their phones. Gregor was enjoying the attention. His facial structure reformed into something much more manly. His new Arabic heritage became clearly visible on his face. His nose, his eyes, and his jawline changed and became broader, more prominent. His eyes became deep and dark, and his bushy eyebrows made him appear quite serious and manly.

A superior grin appeared on his face that wouldn't go away anymore. Gregor knew he had become a walking wet dream of Arabic hunkness - especially for Evan. He couldn't wait to surprise him like that.

Even though his identity hadn't changed much, Gregor didn't feel like calling himself Gregor anymore. Ghalib. That was a far more fitting name for his impressive Arabic stature. It meant 'victor' or 'conqueror' - and Ghalib felt exactly like that.

Ghalib wasn't even sweating when he arrived at Evans place a short jog later. He rang the bell, and when the little nerd in front of him opened, he didn't waste any time: Ghalib pulled Evan into a tight and sensual kiss, invading the other man's mouth with determined force. Evan moaned in his mouth and his legs gave in.

Ghalib held the small nerd up and carried him inside the flat, kicking the door shut behind him. The rest of their clothes soon littered the floor as the two men kissed passionately. However, as they were making out, Evan, too, began to change. It was almost like watching his own changes in fast forward: The hair on his head receded into a shorter style and was replaced by a thick fuzz that grew on his chest and the rest of his body. Evan's face morphed into a masculine and rugged appearance. His skinny, pale arms and legs grew more and more muscles, until they looked like they were sculpted out of marble. His skin darkened and an Arabic ethnicity appeared by it.

Finally, the smaller man's cock expanded and swelled up. Within a few seconds, it reached almost the size of Ghalib's.

As they continued kissing, the two men, now equally hung and ripped, felt up each other's bodies. Ghalib had no idea why this was happening, or what had brought on these changes, but he didn't care. All he knew - or was pretty sure about - was that it didn't have to stop with Evan.

As the other hunk went down on him, Ghalib made a decision. Evan and he would share their gift, turning more and more nerds into a true harem of sexy Arabs!

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