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Gainers Roulette
It's a risky game played by men desperate enough to risk their bodies for a chance at a bigger life. Men come from far and wide to play a game of Gainer roulette, some come out strong and sexy, some aren't so lucky. Although the game isn't all luck, it has a way of punishing those it deems unworthy.
Six needles are loaded, four with a serum that increases muscle and testosterone in the body, and two with a serum that drastically increases age and fat in the body.
The first player is a young man who pulls up on a motorcycle. He learned how to ride a motorcycle so that he could join his dad's group, but now he just gets picked on for being young and skinny. Well regardless, him being skinny won't be a problem after this.
He takes the serum. Immediately his face starts to change. His young and smooth features become more ragged, his clean shaven face quickly grows thick black hairs giving him a bushy beard, and the hairs on his head fall out leaving him with a smooth bald head. At this point it's hard to tell if he's won or not. Aging and losing hair is a common sign of losing, but he did want to look older and tougher so it could be either.
Next his body started to rapidly grow. He grew taller and taller as his shoulders broadened and his chest grew two juicy pecs that burst out of his shirt. His flat stomach grew into a thick six pack with a small layer of fat covering them. His arms exploded with muscle, becoming large and defined. Hair started to grow all over his body, covering his chest, stomach, and arms, giving him a much tougher look.
Moving downward, his previously flat ass perked up and pressed firmly against his shorts. His legs thickened as a thick pelt of hair grew over them, and his feet grew a few sizes, busting out of his shoes. And finally, a large bulge formed in his tight shorts, just for good measure.
Looks like we have a winner. The man leaned against his motorcycle and looked down at his nearly naked body. He smiled before riding off.
Our next player arrives in a luxury car. These never go well, rich guys only have one thing money can't buy them, good looks. So they come here expecting to walk out strong and good looking, let's see how this goes.
An average looking guy in an expensive polo and a gold chain walk out of the car. Not exactly what I expected, but close enough. He appears to be on the phone, and he doesn't seem to be enjoying the phone call. He puts the caller on hold as he approaches and takes the shot without even saying a word to me.
The man's well kept hair quickly falls off his head as his facial features start to age. It's not looking good for him so far. His cheeks puff out as a couple of chins grow under his soft jawline.
His scrawny body bursts out of his expensive polo as his gut grows bigger and bigger. He is left with a big hairy beer gut hanging out of his ripped shirt. His chest soon follows, growing into a thick pair of man tits with cheap looking tattoos on them.
His arms and legs thicken with mostly fat as his hands become thick and pudgy. The man is left old, bald, and fat. This is what usually happens to the rich guys who come here. He resumes his phone call as if nothing happened before getting in his car and driving away.
The next player slowly walks up holding a cane. He is an elderly sheriff who had to quit his job due to his physical condition, but wants to work again.
The man takes the shot, and almost right away his back straightens as he grows taller. Most of the wrinkles on the man's skin disappear as his he grows a clean silver beard. His receded hairline grows back and his skin tans from a pale white to a healthy golden brown.
The man's chest perks up and his shoulders broaden, filling out his sheriff uniform. The fat in his stomach disappears, leaving his uniform hanging off of his pecs. His biceps tripled in size, filling with muscle until they were about to rip his sleeves. His ass perks up and his thighs thicken, filling out his pants.
The man stands tall, smiles and nods at me approvingly before leaving without a word.
Next player is a young man who pulls up on a bike. He says he's close to getting drafted into the football league of his dreams, but he just hasn't been able to put on the weight needed for his position. Well either way I'm sure he'll be beyond heavy enough.
He takes the shot and his body starts to fill out. His skinny arms grow large and strong and his flat chest plumps up into two defined pecs, bursting through his tiny shirt. His pudgy stomach tightens up into a barely visible six pack with a sizable layer of fat covering it.
His legs and his ass explode with muscle and fat, giving the young man the look of a superstar football player. The pressure in his shorts grows until they rip open in dramatic fashion, making his ass bounce as it's released. Finally his face fills out, matching the rest of his massive body.
It looks like we have another winner. He seems to come to after the transformation is complete, an embarrassed look takes over his face as he attempts to cover his dick with his hands. His hands are quite massive, but it would be futile to try to cover up the monster he's got packing down there.
I throw him a towel to cover up and he thanks me before biking off.
The next player is a middle aged man who shows up in a barely functioning mini van. He said he used to be an athlete but had to stop after a serious injury. Ever since he had his kids, he has gained a lot of weight and struggles to do any activities with his kids.
The man takes the shot, and similar to the sheriff from before, his back straightens as his height increases drastically. Within moments the small feeble man with a can has become a tall and imposing man. His height has made his shorts look like short shorts and his shirt look like a bra, exposing his hairy gut. This would not last long however, as the fat in his body rapidly started to drain. As it did, his body began to twitch as an immense amount of muscle started to grow in his body. His hulking gut became a rock hard six pack and his moobs became a juicy pair of pecs. The man's soft arms became solid and defined as his hands became thick and calloused. His legs became strong and sturdy, and his ass became round a perky instead of sagging like it did before.
The man's face slimmed down, making his double chin fade as a thick black beard grew over his face. His receding hairline also grew back a little bit, giving him a more youthful look. Finally, a thick pelt of hair grew all over the man's body. Though the transformation seemed very taxing on the man, and he ended up passing out.
He must have been 6"4 and at least 250 pounds, so dragging his body to a bed was no easy task. It didn't take long for him to wake up. He thanked me profusely before getting up and leaving in the minivan.
Our last player for today is a young man who shows up in a cop car. He approaches wearing a police uniform, he feels he is not being respected by the more senior police. He wants to be more intimidating and demand more respect, but something tells me that his co-workers aren't the only reason he wants to be more intimidating. Unfortunately for him, he has no idea that there is only one shot left and it is not a winner.
The man impatiently takes the shot. Almost immediately, the man's flat stomach distended outward into a beer belly. It grows and grows until rips through his police uniform, leaving him in a tight black undershirt. He is left with a thick ball gut that hangs out of his shirt. His once defined pecs grow into two soft man tits that lay on his gut. The fat in his chest has even forced his arms to lay further out from his body. Speaking of his arms, they plump up under a thick layer of fat, nearly ripping his sleeves in the process. Even his hands look fat, with fingers that look like stuffed sausages.
Lucky for the young man, his uniform pants seemed to be slightly too big for him, so they have enough room to store his new body. His ass explodes with fat, stretching his large pants to their limit. His thighs follow suit, filling his pants until they're about to burst.
Just when the transformation is about to end, it gets worse for the young man. His face becomes pudgier as a thick double chin forms on his neck. But as the fat filled his face, the stubble on his chin went from brown to white. The hair on his head followed suit, becoming a pale white colour as his hairline slightly receded. Wrinkles started to form on his face as he began to rapidly age. From his mid twenties, to forties, all the way to his sixties in mere moments. His body started to sag under its own weight as blemishes formed on his skin.
Police equipment was scattered across the floor as the man was left in a tiny black undershirt and pants that barely fit. He flexed, making his shirt ride up even more, and smiled as he looked at his body. It seems as though he is unaware of how different his body was mere moments ago. He chuckled and states that the station will have no choice but to respect a man of his stature, and besides, he's definitely old enough to get some seniority. He picks up his ripped uniform off the ground and comments that it must have shrunk in the wash and that he needs to get a new one. He thanks me before squeezing into his police car and driving off
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NURSE BODY THEFT
Lucas had been a lovely young man his whole life, with a passion for helping others out. It was why he'd studied medicine to become a nurse. At only 26 years old, the young man had it all- a well paying job at a local hospital, an amazing body he'd worked hard for, and a pretty decent reputation in his neighborhood. This reputation was mostly because of his part time job, which involved helping his sickly neighbor Hector.
Hector was an old veteran, the man was 87 years old, and his body was simply ruined. His hair was patchy and balding, with a completely white beard on his wrinkly facem his eyesight wasn't very good hence why he had to wear glasses and his 5,4 height was certainly not complimented by his morbid obesity. The old guy's health had been in decline for years, but Lucas was determined to make his last years more comfortable for the old man.
Unbeknownst to Lucas, Hector didn't see him as a means of making peace with his old age, but rather a way to escape it. One day, he invited Lucas over and showed him a strange device. Telling Lucas that it was an heirloom from his days as a soldier, Hector explained the device's purpose.
"This here is what the military called a swap gun. It's used to switch the bodies of two people that are consecutively shot by it"
Lucas seemed intrested, but his expression changed as Hector begun to explain what his idea was
"I'm getting older Lucas, and I want to feel what it's like to be young again, at least for a few hours. Would you let me switch bodies with you? It's completely reversible"
Feeling sorry for the old man, Hector sighed and responded
"If you really think it'll work, then sure. It's only a few hours, right?"
with that, the old man handed Lucas the device as his bedridden self was unable to stand long enough to do the job. With a deep breath, Lucas first shot himself and then Hector and suddenly everything fell silent.
When Lucas came to, he felt a crushing weight almost gluing him to the bed he was now laying in. With a struggle, the young man now turned old and fat sat up to see that his old body was nowhere to be seen. Spotting a note on his bed's side, Lucas begun to read
"Thanks for the body, Lucas! I'll be sure to get it back to you after I have some fun today. Until then, enjoy the pipe I left for you and watch some TV!"
With that, Lucas turned to the mirror to look at himself. He was hideous, his body a mess. He couldn't believe the swap actually worked and his mind was racing, but he kept himself composed as he reminded himself that Hector would swap them back tonight. So, he did as Hector suggested and decided to try that pipe.
As the day slowly came to an end, Lucas was beginning to get anxious. Looking at his huge, slob like body- he longed to be his old self again. After several hours of waiting, Lucas realized how boring and difficult Hector's life was. He needed help to even get up and go to the bathroom, and he was constantly out if breath.
Suddenly the door opened and a familiar sight walked into the room. There was a confident smirk on Lucas' face, now belonging to Hector. He walked up to the bedside table and placed a hand on Lucas's fat belly
"Damn. I really let myself go in these years haven't I? I won't miss this old body."
Lucas seemed distressed as he frantically looked up at his old body
What do you mean- I- I thought we were swapping back!"
Hector let out a booming laugh as he grabbed the letter from Lucas's hands and crumbled it up
"No way I'm going back in that disgusting body. Enjoy being a fat fart for the rest of your life Lucas, not like you have much time left hahah!"
Hector than flashed his new abs at the crying old man Lucas was now permanently stuck as before leaving Lucas behind to helplessly struggle in his bed. Soon moving away from the neighborhood never to be seen again.
As Hector enjoyed his new life, Lucas was left helpless as he didn't even have the support of another person to help him out. After a few months passed from the swap, Lucas was admitted to a mental hospital for saying stuff like his body was stolen. That was where he spent the rest of his days, as he passed away due to his morbid obesity three years after the swap.
He'd only gotten fatter, hairier and balder as he'd aged, his youth stolen from him by a selfish old man.
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My Chocolate Factory Experience (pt 1)
The corridor was going on for ages. We’d just entered the factory and we’ve spent the first 10 minutes just walking down the corridor. All 6 of us, never had met any of them before. This was our first time meeting after being the 5 lucky winners of Wonka’s Chocolate Factory tour. As I looked down the line of boys I realised it was a good mix of very sexy men. All of them could’ve been my type.
Next to me a man called Aidan. Aidan was a rather tall guy, a bit more filled out than me, sporting a slight belly, that was pressed against his white shirt, jiggle slightly as we walked through the factory. His low cut T-shirt let the tops of his chest hair poke out that connected to a lush thick beard covering his face. His thick body and beard hair made up for the lack of on his head as he was completely bald, making his head look slightly egg like with his chubby face. From the brief conversations I’d had with him he seemed like a bit of a loser, not doing much with his life apart from getting take out and playing video games so it was no shock to him when he won his ticket. “I get a bar like everyday so to be honest wasn’t much of a shock when I opened one and it had a ticket in. I’m a sucker for these Wonka bars. Could eat them all day!” It was obvious he used to be quite good looking when he was younger, but his thinned hair and slowed metabolism made him look like a chubby loser.
Next to Aidan was an older man, Simon who was probably around 40 years old. Simon was quite chatty so was we were walking he told us a lot about his life. He worked on a farm, which made his naturally dirty look make some sense. He had a scruffy face, an untamed beard and messy hair. His outfit was no better, having several holes in it and seemed a little too snug around parts of his body. Simon said he spent a lot of the afternoon on his front deck drinking beer and eating bbq food which was evident in his figure. He had a rounded gut, thick hips and strong arms. I could picture him actually being good looking back when he was younger and more clean. But there was something quite attractive about his scruffy dad bod look. He said he was lucky to have won the competition to this factory, “I don’t eat much chcolate me” he said in a very Yorkshire accent, “but me son got me a bar and I opened it and there it was. The golden ticket. I offered it to him but he said nah. Heard stories about people coming here and changing but I don’t care. How often do you get to come somewhere like this eh?”
Next to him waddled the largest man here, Brian. Brain was a competitive eater who spent all day everyday expanding his stomach to each as much food as he could. Just by the looks of him he was probably around 300lbs. His limbs were rounded and he walked like his legs were too fat to be in this much use. He had a huge rounded gut that stuck right out and a large chest that sat on top of them. He covered his body the best he could with oversized clothes but I think he just wore them so he had some growing room today. He had a very round head and thick long brown hair. He had put his hair in a bun but I could tell it was very well looked after. Brian didn’t speak much to us all as he was huffing and puffing just walking down the long corridor let alone talking. We all knew how he got the ticket anyway it was obvious.
To my other side was my personal favourite guest on the tour, Jamie. To me Jamie was the sexiest one there.
His body was one of a man that seemed so strong and well built with a few hints of his greedy side. His arms were thick and his legs were so strong. Even his chest seemed to be pumped just by looking through his shirt. His stomach didn’t resemble abs however, to my delight he had a very sexy rounded stomach. It pushed against his top and every so often I’d look down to catch a glance. Hi stomach wasn’t the only thick thing about him however. He had the cutest and most perfect fat ass. It was so perfectly rounded and filled his jeans to the point they were slightly stretched. Oh the things I would do to this man. Jamie described his surprise when he won the ticket to the factory. “I hardly ever eat sweet stuff” I call bullshit “but the one day I do decide to reward my self with a chocolate bar I win a ticket! Must be the universe telling me something!” I think his blissful ignorance of his greedy habits was cute.
Then there’s me, Declan, a tall skinny guy, with messy brown hair and a defined face. There was nothing special about me compared to my bigger companions. I had a sprinkling of hair on my chest that lead down to my skinny hairy stomach. If anything I was too skinny and longed to be a bit bigger. I wasn’t skinny due to lack of trying. Infact the reason I even got to the factory was during one of my feeding sessions. “I had a friend over and we had ordered food for the evening and we were still hungry and I got the chocolate bar and won!” I couldn’t tell the group from the get go that I was with a feeder who was desperately trying to plump me up. Once I won the ticket however he encouraged me to go. Just like Simons son he had heard rumours of this factory changing people and I was here to explore what exactly would happen to us boys.
We were now approaching the end of the corridor and came to a grand brown door. Wonka, who had been very silent on our trip down the corridor, turned his head and looked at us all. “This my dear friends is possible the best room in the factory.” Wonka turned the keys in the doorway and placed his hand on handle. “This is my chocolate meadow.” Wonka pushed the door forward and a bright light blinded us all. Once our eyes adjusted we saw the most beautiful place. It was a huge room, with the brightest green grass and lush bushes and flowers. The outer wall was filled with large trees and that swirled upwards. There was something almost not real about it. It all seemed slightly fake. Past the opening of the meadow we saw the river. The river was chocolate. The thick river rushed through the scene and filled the air with its chocolatey goodness. “This room is just any old meadow my friends no. Everything in this room is edible. The grass the dirt the trees everything. I recommend you try everything. You’ll never get a chance like this again.” I heard a round of bellies rumbling. I looked down the line. Brian had his mouth wide open, almost drooling. Simon and Aidan were pointing and things in the room saying “I’m having that first!” “No way I’m gonna scoff that.” “Well then? What are you waiting for boys? Fill your bellies!” Wonka shouted as he moved into the room. With these words we all jumped forward and made our way into the room. I don’t think I’d ever see Brian run but his fat ass ran so fast towards the largest cherry bush there was. Aidan and Simon ran straight into the woods, grabbing on branches and low hanging fruits. I followed Jamie to the edge of the forest where he had sat him self down by a cluster of mushrooms. I watched as he picked one up and it burst with thick cream. He licked his hand and ate the whole thing in one. “Omg you’ve got to try this man!” He said his mouth still filled with cream. I sat next to him and grabbed one and started eating it. Oh he was so right it was so thick and rich and buttery and light. I’d never tasted anything like it.
I looked over at Brian and saw that he had eaten his way through the base of a tree and it had fallen into the meadow. He was going to town eating the whole trunk of the tree. “I’ve never seen anyone eat so much in my life” I said, kinda in shock, kind of impressed by how quickly Brian had devoured nearly a whole tree.
“I don’t know. Some days I get like that” Jamie said as he started grabbing handfuls of dirt. “I just get so hungry nothing can fill me up. Why I’ve still got this” he pats his belly and then gives it a little shake. My eyes are fixated on his gut now. Blood was rushing through my body. The thought of filling Jamie up, growing him large as he can’t control his urge to eat.
“Don’t think there’s any need to get rid of it though. It suits you. In fact it really looks hot on you” I say unable to hold back my urges.
“Ya think so?” Jamie says now lifting his shirt up. His stomach was rolled over the top of his jeans. His hairy belly was perfectly rounded and sat so cutely on his lap. I don’t think I’d ever seen a more perfect person to fatten up.
“Oh that gut is perfect” I say in response. I pry my eyes away to see Jamie smirking. I reach over to a mushroom and pick it off the ground. I bring it to his mouth and watch as he licks my hand clear of the cream. He pays extra attention to the tips of my fingers, sucking every last drop of the thick cream.
Jamie reaches out and grabs a handful of chocolatey dirt. “Your turn” he says almost threateningly. My heart skips. I let him push his hand against my lips and I open my mouth to allow for his fingers to enter. I lick every little bit of the dirt off his hand. In this moment it was common knowledge that we were both into this and we wanted to see where this could go.
Just then as we begin to lean closer to each other, we heard a huge splash. We both look over at the river bank. We don’t see anyone but the ripples on the surface of the river. We get up and run to the bank and see a chocolate covered Brian flapping around in the river. He is covered head to toe in thick chocolate. He was gasping for air everytime he came up, each gasp filling his mouth with more chocolate. Me and Jamie watched in shock as he kept flapping around. I was so interesting now to see what would happen to this hog. This is why I came here.
Wonka slowly approached us and looked into the river. “Oh dear oh dear. Belly too big he rolled right in there. I knew this hog would cause some issues” Wonka mocked the fat man. As the three of us kept on watching the man desperately try and get above the chocolate we noticed something was changing.
“Is he..?” Jamie starts.
“Getting fatter? Why yes my dear boy he is.” Brian was most definitely growing wider by the second. His oversized clothes had very much seen better days. His belly was expanding at such a rapid speed it struggled to keep up. It moved from the base of his belly up to his belly button and now moving upwards towards his huge chest. I’d never seen a man this fat before and I’ve seen a lot of fat men. “My chocolate is the smoothest and richest in the business and that is due to its high fat content. That’s why a lot of my customers have a bit of a gut going on” Wonka pokes Jamie’s slightly extended belly. He turns red in his cheeks. “However the volume in which our friend here is consuming my chocolate well let’s just say he’s going to be quite the whale when we get him out.” We carry on watching as the seams to Brains clothes start to stretch and rip. His wide hips are the first to break through, his soft fat bushing through and busting his trousers right off, exposing his monstrously huge legs. His jumper, which was too big for the man about 10 minutes ago, was no ripping as his chest got too big to contain. His huge moobs wobbled free as his jumper fell to shreds into the river. His belly was getting so wide he took up a lot of the surface of the river. “I think it’s time we let this fatty rest don’t you? Put up the dam!” Wonka shouts into the room. Just then about 10 very sexy and well build men come out of the woods and start working on constructing a damn at the top of the river.
“Where did they come from?” I ask looking around me to see if any more of these sexy men will come out to save the whale.
“These are my workers. I’ve hired men in the peak most form of human capability as it takes a lot of work to run my factory. And a lot of work to take care of you greedy boys huh?” Wonka jokes giving us both a nudge. I can see a glint of fear in Jamie’s eyes as he realises that we might not make it out this factory the same size we came in.
After a while the dam left the river running dry and all that was left was Brain at the bottom, probably 10x the size he was when he arrived. Brian was laid in his back, covered in chocolate. His naked body looked like a pile of melted chocolate ice cream. He was the fattest man I’d ever seen. His hairy gut and chest stuck upwards like huge globs of fat, yet also spread so far out he was probably wider then he is taller. His limbs so huge we could hardly see them. His head was just a little pin compared to his huge body. We heard his groaning as he tried to push him self up. “There’s no use fat ass” Wonka shouted to him. “You're too much of a lard arse to move your self now. I’ll get my workers to come and move your huge body.” The workers made their way down the river bank and into the bottom of it. We watched as the circled Brian’s huge body. The comparison in size from the immaculately shaped workers and the glob of fat that was Brian was insane. “Right then we should probably leave them to deal with the hog. Should we carry on or do you guys want to carry on- wait. There were 5 of you. Where are the other 2?”
New story series starting! Hope you guys enjoy this one. I’m trying something that I haven’t seen anyone done yet (not really this part probs part 2/3 is where it gets new) so stay tuned to see how our greedy boys end up!
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Security Footage - Body Swaps (Part 2)
A continuation of the story started here- fair warning, this is a long one
The instant Andy realized the swap was starting he retreated to his own room, managing to stumble there even as he felt his muscles withering and his bones shifting inside of him, and he locked the door behind him so Trevor couldn't follow. Andy knew that his boyfriend just wanted to be helpful but these changes were often more uncomfortable than he liked to let on, and he preferred to shield his sweet little guy from as much of the messiness as he could.
Besides that, he always preferred to have a moment to himself to take stock of the changes he'd be stuck with for the duration of the latest swap and this... this was gonna be a rough one.
Andy stared in the mirror and a pudgy old white guy stared back- he knew his dad would lecture him about calling someone in their early fifties "old" but since Andy had been about half that age a few hours ago, he sure as hell was gonna be overdramatic about it. He was bald at 23! That wasn't fair.
He ran his hands over his smooth head and shuddered, which made him even more disturbed because his belly wobbled with him when he moved- his abs would never do that to him. Experimentally he lifted his arm up and tried to flex, but the flesh on his arm just hung downwards instead of rising up like he was used to. It didn't seem like this guy had even looked at a gym in years! Andy didn't understand how some people were able to live without muscles, and he sorely wanted his back.
He tried in vain to make his pecs bounce but the masses on his current chest were sagging fat rather than trained pectorals so they just sat there- it was a strange experience because his brain knew the command to make it happen, knew where the muscles were supposed to be, but the body just wouldn't respond. None of the bodies he switched into could ever make their chest move and he was sick of it, sick of having the things that he worked for taken away from him. Call it vanity or whatever but his physicality had been a core part of his identity ever since he was a kid and he didn't want to be away from it for a second, let alone let somebody else have it.
But the worst part of getting a new body was always checking out the oh-so-important organ that no amount of working out would change, something he had to actually lift up his gut to see this time, and the sight of the wrinkly cock and balls now hanging between his mushy thighs made him want to cry. Size wasn't everything, Andy knew that, but he also wasn't going to lie and pretend that being well hung wasn't a ton of fun, so going from packing the kind of equipment that made other guys jealous to a well below average penis was just... emasculating.
And to top it all off, his knees were killing him.
Andy now kept clothing in a variety of sizes in his closet for occasions like this and he shuffled through them robotically, grimacing when he realized that he was probably going to need the largest sizes to accommodate the waistline he was stuck with. He settled on a pair of sweatpants with an elastic waistband and an XL cotton tee that still rode up slightly and exposed a hint of a hairy belly, and he hated how he looked but at least he felt marginally better once his borrowed body was covered up.
"Can I come in?" Trevor called from the hallway, and Andy hesitated. His natural instinct whenever this shit happened was to hide away in shame, to not let Trevor see him like this, but he knew he needed his boyfriend's help to fix things so he swallowed his pride and unlocked the door.
Trevor slipped into the room almost shyly, keeping his eyes on the floor for a moment, before working up the courage to look at what he would be stuck with as a boyfriend for the time being. One thing Andy admired about Trevor was his poker face- he was very controlled with his emotions, especially compared to the way Andy expressed his feelings with his entire physicality -but despite his placid expression Andy couldn't imagine he was feeling anything other than disgust at the body before him.
"You hate it," Andy's shoulders slumped and he allowed himself to collapse backwards onto his bed like a sack of potatoes, wincing at the whine that the springs gave beneath his weight. He stared blankly at the ceiling and sighed. "I'm a gross old man now and you're never gonna be attracted to me again."
"No, it's just-" Trevor stumbled over his words for a moment as he thought of the best way to phrase things, biting his lip and quirking his head to the side. "It's just the clothes I think, I'm not used to seeing a guy like that in athleisure. You look like you should be wearing a suit or something. That's all."
He waited for a response but Andy didn't say anything, he just kept staring up at the ceiling with his arms spread out like he wanted his hands as far away from his new body as possible, and Trevor's heart broke a little. Admittedly the man Andy had swapped with was... not exactly Trevor's type, but that didn't really matter. What mattered was that it was Andy inside, Trevor's boyfriend who he loved for more than just his body, so he got over himself and laid on the bed next to his now-middle-aged boyfriend.
He rested his head on Andy's temporary chest and the position was a strange sort of parody of the beginning of the evening, as if someone had taken a snapshot of the young couple lying together and used photoshop to replace the golden skinned hunk with a pasty dad bod, but when Trevor closed his eyes it didn't matter what they looked like. As long as he could feel Andy's heart beating, then they could be together.
"I know this is hard for you but you don't have to worry, we'll fix this," Trevor whispered soothingly, and he pressed a kiss into the side of Andy's chin. "We always do. You'll be back to your stupidly pretty self in no time, okay?"
Andy grumbled something incoherent and likely whiney, but he wrapped his arms around Trevor and pulled the skinny young man closer to his side again, which helped both of them relax a bit.
"At least I know who this guy is, he's my classics professor," Andy finally said, and he shuddered uncomfortably. "It's so fucked up to think that I was just sitting there in class while he was watching me, thinking about how he was gonna steal my body."
"Well, it's always nice to have a lead," Trevor mused, half-formed plans already springing into his mind. He nudged Andy on the side. "And he's local too. Remember that time the guy you swapped with lived on a boat? That was a hassle."
"Don't remind me," Andy gave a small chuckle, his laugh hitting the same cadence even with a different voice box. "I got my body back with sunburn on my ass because he kept sunbathing nude, I could barely sit down for a week."
Trevor smiled at the memory of the week Andy spent awkwardly shuffling around. "I'm aware, I was the one who had to rub aloe on your butt twice a day."
"Don't act like you didn't love that," Andy turned his neck to try to playfully bat his head against Trevor but he hissed with pain as he pulled a muscle he didn't realize would be stiff. He rubbed his fingers into his neck and groaned. "Honestly I don't even blame this guy for swapping with me, I feel so gross right now."
"It could be worse?" Trevor offered a weak smile, but his boyfriend remained unamused.
"Could be better too," Andy grumbled, and he glared down at his crotch (which he couldn't even see thanks to his new gut). "You know, just once, I'd like to get a new body and find out my dick is bigger. Is that too much to ask?"
"I mean... kinda?" Trevor rolled his eyes- he'd never cease to find it amusing what a size queen his boyfriend was. "Andy, if your dick gets any bigger you're gonna hurt somebody. The rest of us make do with perfectly normal sized genitalia, maybe it'll do you some good to spend some time living like us common men live."
Andy raised his eyebrow and shot his boyfriend some major side eye. "First off, you know I love your dick and would gladly take it any day over this one," he paused in his rant to bury his face in Trevor's hair for a moment a plant a kiss there. "But more importantly, let me point out that you benefit from my big dick more than anyone, Trev, so you can act cute about it but until we fix this you're the one getting screwed by this thing." He bounced his hips up and down, watching as Trevor's eyes were drawn to his diminished manhood, and he smirked. His hand snaked down and tweaked Trevor's butt. "You're not so above it all- your cute little ass has been spoiled so I know you'll be missing my big guy in no time."
"Hey, I top sometimes!" Trevor protested- weakly, but he protested nonetheless. Being a twink didn't mean he was always the bottom, especially since it would be a shame to waste an ass like Andy's. "You like it when I fuck you. Maybe this is my moment to take over as the big man in the relationship!"
"Oh yeah? You're gonna go top full time?" Andy scoffed and rolled over on the bed, lifting himself up on his hands and knees (despite the way his joints protested) and putting Professor Smith's less-than-impressive buttocks on full display. He twisted his face into an exaggerated smolder and wiggled his hips at Trevor like a challenge. "Doesn't this look so sexy? Have fun going to town on this guy."
Trevor stared at the shapeless expanse of wrinkled flesh Andy was presenting to him and his mind drifted back to his boyfriend's real ass, that toned bubble of perfection that some old man was running around doing god knows what with. He loved his boyfriend for more than just his body of course, but if he had the option of which butt he wanted to sleep next to at night... well there was no contest really.
"Point taken," he admitted with a sigh, holding back a laugh as he watched Andy (still unused to how out-of-shape his new body was) struggle to stand up from the kneeling position he'd placed him in.
Still, always proud when he could get one over on Trevor, Andy smirked and puffed his chest out- a behavioral tic that looked far less impressive now that his chest was sagging man boobs rather than bulging pecs, but it made Trevor's heart swell to see a glimmer of his boyfriend's usual confidence back. Trevor sprang up to his feet as well and smacked Andy on his non-existent behind.
"Now get your flat ass moving so we can get your body back."
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Valencia Street, three blocks west of the college campus, had a nickname: Party Avenue.
Contrary to popular belief, Fraternity Row was actually fairly tame due to the intense restrictions imposed by the school's charter onto affiliated groups- but private residences were not bound by the same rules, so students seeking debauchery had gradually clustered in close proximity until Party Avenue was born. Each weekend, once classes were released, the houses lit up and the students... cut loose.
While school administration vehemently denied the existence of any sort of underage drinking or illegal debauchery anywhere near their campus, faculty were firmly advised (for no particular reason) to stay away from that block on the weekends or risk liability. As such, the street had attained a sort of mythos amongst the teachers of the school as a modern day Sodom and Gomorrah that swallowed their students on the weekend and spat them back out on Monday for class with a hangover.
Such Earthly delights were denied to the professors... but fortunately Bernard Smith was not a professor anymore, he was a twenty-something college student named Andy. And Andy was ready to have some fun on Friday night.
Walking down Party Avenue while flashing lights spilled from windows and muffled music filled the air felt almost illegal to Professor Smith, but cloaked behind his new face none of the passing students gave him a second glance (save for the occasional double take from someone struck by his looks). The older man felt like he'd become one of the explorers he'd studied in grad school, boldly venturing into new territory in search of treasure- except the treasure he was on the hunt for was far more precious than dusty gold or ancient artifacts. No, he was on the lookout for something... fresher.
"Hi there ladies," he winked at a group of passing girls, who glanced him up and down erupted into pleased giggles as they waved back at him.
Bernard continued his journey with a spring in his step that came from feeling like a complete and total stud; thus far, being a hot young man was intoxicating. All of his aches and pains were gone and replaced with a boundless energy that fizzed through his veins and made him feel like he could lift a house and run for miles with it, but he resisted the urge and instead took things nice and slow. There was no rush, and he wanted to enjoy the first night of the rest of his life in this new body. No sense in skipping to dessert, he wanted to enjoy the full five course feast first.
His new cock seemed to disagree with him, perking up eagerly at the sight of every young woman they passed and trying its damndest to tear through his dress pants to get to her, but Bernard could hardly be upset about having such a virile set of tools at his disposal. He'd had more erections in the past hour with Andy's body than he'd had in the past year with his old one!
A stranger to this area without any clue where to go, the professor treated his new penis almost like a compass pointing the way towards the true North that was the pleasure he sought. He didn't know where it was, but he'd know it when he found it.
"Andy?" someone called out as he rounded a corner.
Bernard didn't think much of that and continued walking, ignoring as the voice repeated the name several times, and it wasn't until a boy ran across the street waving his arms and pointing at him that the professor realized that he was the Andy being addressed.
"Andy Douglass?" the young man asked, clearly very excited to see the boy who's body Bernard had stolen, and without asking he greeted Bernard with a one armed hug and a clap on the back. "My man! Remember me? It's Kirk! Long time no see!"
The older man resisted the urge to grimace and pulled away, taking a moment to assess the young man. "Kirk" was a tall, muscular black boy (though not as tall or muscular as Bernard's current body was, he noted proudly) with a relaxed attitude, a devil-may-care smile, and dim eyes- carbon copies of this exact student had filtered through Professor Smith's classroom for years, another brainless jock who only cared about drinking and screwing. He despised the type.
The most notable thing about Kirk was that instead of clothes, he was wearing a stereotypical "bedsheet toga-" one which the professor knew looked nothing like the genuine article would, and he was deeply unimpressed. Still, because this was his life now, he figured he should play nice.
"Oh yes, Kirk! Yes, it's me, Andy," Bernard cleared his throat and prepared to drop into character- he wasn't an old college professor anymore, this was his peer now. He had to talk to him in a language he understood. "Whazzup bro, how are you hanging this evening?"
"I'm chillin', I'm chillin'. Just out with the boys-" Kirk pointed across the street to a gaggle of equally cliche college students, all clad in similar sheet outfits, and they all waved and hollered over at Bernard. The old man gave them a half-hearted wave, barely concealing his disgust, and returned his attention to the one in front of him, who was still staring at him with those dumb eyes of his. "Man, it's crazy to see you out on a Friday night. You kinda disappeared once you started dating that guy- what was his name, Trent? The little guy. How's he doing?"
"Guy?" Now that caught Bernard's attention.
Andy Douglass was dating a boy? he marveled to himself. That would certainly explain why the young man had never flirted with any of the girls from class. The professor had half-suspected that a stud like that must have a girl back home but he would never have guessed about a boy because Andy just seemed so... manly. Subconsciously, the body snatcher reached up and rubbed a finger over the stubble that adorned his strong jaw, arm muscles battling for space with his shoulder, and he shook his head in disbelief. Kids today and their experiments.
Fortunately the many erections Bernard had gotten in this body from glancing at passing girls assured him he was still a staunch heterosexual, but the reveal had still thrown him for a loop. Thank goodness he'd taken this body, lest the women on campus be deprived of its assets!
Realizing that Kirk was still staring at him with a confused look on his face, Bernard cleared his throat (which rumbled rich and low) and responded.
"Oh yes, him. We won't be seeing much more of him anymore, I've turned over a new leaf- turned out the whole boys thing wasn't for me," he shrugged and threw a rueful smile on his face. "Actually, I'm out tonight on the prowl for some female companionship, if you catch my drift."
"Shit, it didn't work out?" Surprise actually brought a bit of life into Kirk's dull eyes as he shook his head sadly. "Sorry man, but hey, it's his loss. He's a fucking dumbass if he let a catch like you go," Kirk turned his head and spat into the street, then looked sidelong at Bernard with a smirk. "But it sounds like what you need to get over him is to get your dick wet."
"Indeed," Bernard agreed heartily, though the crude expression did make him cringe internally, and he spoke more truth than Kirk would understand. "It's been far too long since I've been in the arms of a woman and I'm starving for a screw."
His dick was hard once again just at the mere thought of being with a woman and he had to reach down to adjust himself before the bulge in his pants got too obscene- Kirk watched him struggle with his endowment and gave a laugh.
"Well if I remember anything about Andy, you're not gonna have to go begging for your rebound," the young man scanned Andy's body up and down and gave a whistle of appreciation. "Damn dude, you're looking swole!"
"Swole?" Bernard patted at his face, feeling for swelling. "Where?"
"Everywhere, man, the gym's really paying off," Kirk reached forward and grabbed one of Andy's biceps, giving the firm muscle a squeeze. "The ladies are gonna take one look at those pythons and their panties'll come flying off."
"Oh," Bernard thought. "It's a compliment."
"Yes, I've got quite a remarkable body, don't I?" Bernard muttered, and unable to resist showing off a bit, he made his bicep jump under Kirk's hand. One of his hands flew up and carded through the meadow of locks on top of his head, and he beamed with a mouth full of white teeth. "All of these muscles, this stunning face, and I've got hair! I'm a modern day Adonis."
Rather than being put off by his friend's sudden vanity, Kirk seemed excited by it, actually clapping his hands together and giving a holler in a show of appreciation. Bernard was starting to like him a bit more.
"Hell yeah, dude! Hashtag love yourself, king," he cheered, but then he paused and cocked his head to the side like a dog. "But what's up with the fit though? You're dressed like you're going to a job interview."
Professor Smith looked down at his clothes: a tight red button up dress shirt that hugged his arms (unbuttoned so it would billow open every now and then and allow for a glimpse of his pectorals) with a matching blue tie and some smart dress pants. Admittedly, the dress pants were a bit snug around the rear end (Bernard was half-worried he would burst the seams before the night was up), but otherwise it was a perfectly respectable way to dress for an evening on the town.
Young people have no sense of class, Bernard thought to himself as he eyed Kirk's wrinkled sheet toga.
"I don't know what you mean, I'm dressed to impress," Bernard said defensively, shaking his arms out and adjusting his cuffs a bit. He glared pointedly at Kirk's excuse for an outfit. "Besides, I think it's very rich of you to critique my smart attire when you're literally wrapped in a bedsheet."
"Oh, you like that?" Kirk stuck his tongue out and struck a pose like he was modelling the unsightly garment. "Lee scored an invite to a kegger some some business students are throwing and it's Greek themed, so I'm dressed like fucking Julius Caesar."
Professor Smith grimaced. "Caesar was Roman."
"Whatever," Kirk rolled his eyes and waved his hand as if to say same difference, and Bernard was half-tempted to argue before remembering that he wasn't a professor anymore and the ignorance of young men like this was no longer his responsibility. The thought brightened him up considerably, and he was a good mood when Kirk spoke next. "Anyways, this party sounds like it's gonna be lit! You should tag along, we haven't partied together in forever. I can be your wingman for tonight, help you bag the hottest chicks."
And that- Bernard thought that was the smartest thing Kirk had said all evening. Now he had a destination, a party invite, and a handy translator who could help him disguise his complete lack of knowledge of the drivel that kids today passed off as slang. It didn't matter that listening to Kirk talk made him want to tear his new hair out, he'd be leaving him for the company of a woman soon enough!
Besides, he thought as he looked over at the gaggle of unwashed college jocks who would be his companions for the evening, it would do these men some good to see how a real man conducts himself. Perhaps they might learn something from him- though if the grades Professor Smith had been giving out in his classes were any indication, the chances of that were slim.
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Trevor had a separate Instagram page exclusively devoted to following the biggest party animals on campus- not because he cared, but because they were useful. As inane as these peoples' compulsive need to broadcast their behavior to the world was, it also meant that their accounts were a treasure trove of information on where the best parties were and who was at them. All Trevor had to do when Andy got swapped was fire up the app and scan the sea of photos/videos for a glimpse of his pretty face... or more frequently, his ass, which the people who stole his body often left that hanging out and drew cameras to it like nothing else.
"Thank god we live in a surveillance state," Trevor remarked dryly as he picked his way through the crowded living room of the random house party they'd tracked Professor Smith to.
"Speak for yourself," Andy replied, wincing when he looked back at the photo they'd found of his body posing with a drink in one hand and a girl hanging from the other. "It's not your picture floating around on the web."
Seeing pictures like this was always surreal for Andy because it was like getting a glimpse into an alternate reality, one where he'd gone down an different path and become a mindless party animal. The type of guy who pounded down beers, screamed obnoxiously loud, and spent every night with a different girl- visually, he fit the stereotype perfectly, but that wasn't who he wanted to be. Unfortunately, since other people often ran around with his face, he didn't really get a choice in what people thought of him.
While he still enjoyed going out with friends, he was past his party boy days, so a random rager like this on the outskirts of campus wasn't really his scene anymore. Still, at least he was more used to the loud music and crowded hallways than poor Trevor, who seemed to be having an awful time.
"I hate how crowded this place is!" Trevor rose up on his toes and tried to peek over the crowd, grunting in frustration as his eyes roamed a wall of college students' backs. "Why are there people so many people here? Don't they have lives?"
Andy snorted as he watched his petite boyfriend struggling, and it was so cute he wanted to pull him close and give him a kiss, but he resisted the urge to do so when he still looked like their professor. He accidentally made eye contact with a student, who gave him a bewildered look, and he awkwardly averted his eyes. Andy sighed- he was used to people eyeing him up at parties but usually it was because they were checking him out, not because they were confused why he was there.
He returned his attention to Trevor, who was still laser focused on their mission, and quickened his pace so he wouldn't be left behind (doing his best to ignore the way that his fat wobbled as he moved).
"You know Trev," he remarked, glancing around the lively soiree at the smiling faces and dancing bodies. "Speaking as a reformed party boy, I think most people would describe going out and having a good time on a Friday night as 'a life.'"
"Yes, well," the smaller boy huffed and gave a little hop to try to get a bit more height to search the room for glimpses of brown skin and muscles. "They should do it quieter."
Then, as if to spite Trevor's request, the clue they were looking for came in the form of someone being loud.
A group of voices chanting "Andy! Andy! Andy!" echoed over the din of the party, and the boyfriends exchanged a nervous glance before rushing off to find the source of the noise. They traced the shouts out into the (spacious) backyard of the house where a group of clearly drunk guys wrapped in bedsheet togas surrounded a large keg of beer, all of them losing their minds with glee as they pushed a familiar face forwards towards the metal barrel.
There was a brief moment of relief when the boyfriends saw that they had finally located Andy's body, but it was quickly replaced by anger and frustration as they examined the state that said body was in.
Professor Smith seemed to have made himself comfortable in the hunky body he'd stolen: the man was clad only in a bedsheet loosely wrapped around his form (in some approximation of a toga) which hung off of his shoulder and put the rippling muscles of his upper body on clear display. Lipstick stains showing where kisses had been were smudged across the exposed skin, crime scenes in the shiny layer of sweat that coated him, and a blue necktie was tied sideways around his head like he had jumped off the screen of some '80s movie.
If the way he was stumbling around tipsily was any indication, he had been drinking, and as he leaned forwards and grabbed on to the keg with a dopey grin on his face, it seemed he intended to drink some more.
"Oh fuck," Andy groaned, hiding his face behind his hands in shame. Not a fucking keg stand. "Trev, he's making me look like a douche!"
With too much confidence for someone who had only had that body for a few hours, Professor Smith leaped off the ground and jackknifed his legs up into the air, powerful muscles straining as he pulled himself into a handstand position atop the keg. (For a moment, Andy regretted all the time he spent working on core strength- but in his defense, he didn't know that it would be used for this!) Two guys slipped behind him, each one grabbing a leg, and they held him in position as someone else slipped the nozzle of the keg into his mouth.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!" the partygoers chanted, and Andy and Trevor watched in horror as someone turned the faucet and the man in Andy's body began to suck down a copious amount of alcohol.
The boys holding his legs shook him back and forth encouragingly and the sheet toga (which had been tangled around his legs and barely hanging on) slipped down and revealed that Bernard was wearing nothing underneath except his borrowed birthday suit. The reveal of Andy's massive cock, hanging high above the crowd like it was sent from heaven itself, drew another round of cheers from the crowd, and every girl in attendance began whispering to each other. Trevor frowned, feeling a bit jealous for no real reason.
"What the fuck?" Andy's annoyingly white face flushed beet red as he watched his privates swinging around in the air- just because he was proud of his equipment didn't mean he wanted everyone to see it! Fortunately his face was shoved into a barrel and it was rather dark outside so any footage would be blurry, but still, the number of phones he saw pointed at his naked body made him cringe. "Why is my dick hanging out? He was definitely wearing clothes in the photo we saw earlier, what the fuck happened to them?"
"Guess he decided he didn't need them looking like that," Trevor mused, unimpressed by the professor's lack of imagination in how he would use Andy's body. The boy was so used to seeing other people parading around naked as his boyfriend that his perspective on the scene was almost clinical- though he did take a moment to admire the way that the perky butt Andy worked so hard for jutted out nicely when his legs were in the air. "You look good upside down."
"Oh no you don't," Andy slapped his hands over Trevor's eyes, glaring over at himself territorially. "No sexualizing my body until I'm back inside it."
One of the boys holding Professor Smith up gave his ass a smack, allowing everyone a front row seat to what Andy's juicy butt looked like when it jiggled, and he and his partner lowered the stud to the ground. The professor stumbled a bit, a small amount of beer dribbling out of his still full mouth before he managed to swallow the rest of his drink, then he shook his head and let out a huge belch that echoed out into the night.
His companions (for some reason) let out a huge cheer at that and swarmed around him, and emboldened by their attention, Professor Smith threw his head back and let out a roar. As the other boys chanted Andy's name he pounded on his chest like a gorilla, his fists making meaty thwacks as they shook his toned pecs, and it seemed for a moment that he was on the verge of turning into a literal party animal.
The real Andy was growing progressively madder and madder at the spectacle, but before he could do anything, he felt someone tap him on his shoulder. Barely managing to keep a lid on his rage, he turned and was faced with a young woman he vaguely recognized from class staring up at him with confusion.
"Professor Smith?" the girl asked, eyeing him with a mix of surprsie and suspicion. "Are you allowed to be at a student party?"
"No, I'm not," Andy hissed through gritted teeth, whipping his head around to glare over at the impostor wearing his face. "Let me go fix that."
And then he stormed off without another word, leaving the poor student standing there looking bewildered and most likely wondering if she should call someone. Trevor just shrugged at her and hurried away after his irate boyfriend.
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Meanwhile, Bernard Smith was having the best night of his life.
As a teacher, he'd absolutely hated college boys like Kirk. They were loud, obnoxious, and only seemed to care about when the next party was. But now that he was one of them? They were his best bros!
Now that the barrier of age and profession was gone, he found that he had a lot in common with them: just like them, he loved drinking and kissing hot girls. And in light of the recent breakup that Bernard had manufactured, the horde of college boys had been very eager to reacquaint "Andy" with the party-goer lifestyle, guiding him around the festivities all evening and always making sure he had a drink in his hand and a girl on his arm.
And the girls... the girls were glorious.
After years of staring at pretty young college girls from the front of the classroom, the professor was finally allowed to touch them, and he had gone positively wild with the privilege. All evening long he had been gorging himself on forbidden fruit, making great use of Andy's incredible sex appeal to seduce every girl that crossed his path. He'd become a regular Casanova, barely able to get started kissing one girl with one girl before another caught his eye and whisked him away for a make out session of her own.
Getting to grab a barely-legal girl's breasts without her screaming for help was incredibly hot, but the thing Bernard found the most erotic was the way the girls worshipped the peaks and valleys of his rock hard body. Still getting a feel for what his new body was capable of, he'd yet to bed any of them, but if the power in his hips as he ground his huge cock into their thighs and the ease with which he hoisted girls up and pinned them to the wall was any indication, he was in for a borderline spiritual experience when he finally decided to go there.
He wasn't reliving his youth- this was better than his youth! In his youth he hadn't been a hot hung hunk with no cares except which of the girls surrounding him he'd be taking home at the end of the night... that is, if he settled for just one. Perhaps he'd even invite all of them!
The notion was impossibly greedy but well, tonight was a night for indulgence, wasn't it?
His new body was a wonder- he half-suspected he had enough in his loins to satisfy all of these girls and then some. The amount of alcohol he'd imbibed would have made his old cock into a limp noodle and made his liver cry out for help, but as the beer sloshed around in the guts hidden behind his new six pack, all he felt was a pleasant buzz and an easy looseness to his limbs. This body had even made drinking better!
His current healthy cock was still fully operational, something comically obvious at a glance thanks to the sizeable tent in the front of his sheet toga that bounced with every movement he made. The idea of walking around with such an obvious erection would have been mortifying just yesterday, but his new body had allowed him to shed his inhibitions as freely as he had shed his clothes and now he wanted everyone to see that he had a big fat boner. He was damn proud of the thing!
That was the greatest thing that he'd stolen from Andy: confidence. The knowledge that everyone wanted to see him, and that finally, he was someone worth looking at. (Although the penis was great too.)
He shivered as he felt a cool breeze waft across his balls- he'd long ago ditched his formal wear in favor of one of the simple togas that the other boys around him were wearing. At first he'd thought they'd all looked ridiculous, but the more he drank, the better the idea sounded. What was he all buttoned up for? Why had he bothered stealing the body of a young man if he was still going to behave like he was old? He'd discarded those stuffy old clothes in a corner somewhere and proudly joined the ranks of the toga clad college boys.
When in Rome, he thought to himself, not even caring that he'd just conflated the Greek and Roman empires (something he'd failed many a student for).
Besides allowing him to fit in with his new "bros," the bastardized toga also displayed his body perfectly and allowed plenty of places for girls to rub their hands over his bulging muscles- a convenience several were taking advantage of right now.
A blonde on his left and a brunette on his right... he was in heaven.
"You're so big," purred the brown haired girl as she rubbed at his belly- focusing mainly on his six pack, but every so often her hand "accidentally" brushed against the head of his cock. "I love big guys like you."
"Oh yeah? You like what you see?" he clenched his stomach, causing his abs to flex beneath her hand, and she cooed in delight. A glance down at her dark brown bosoms peeking out the top of her barely-there shirt made him pretty happy too.
"I love it," she grabbed her shoulder and tugged him down so she could whisper in his ear. "And I'd love to see more."
A shiver ran down Bernard's back all the way down to his cock, and a small wet spot appeared in the front of his sheet toga. He brushed off the girl who was on his other side (who pouted as she stomped away) and grabbed the other girl by her waist, yanking her close and crashing their lips together. His tongue thrust into her mouth and the two shared a long, deep kiss for a moment before he pulled back.
"Say, how old are you?" he asked, and she looked at him strangely.
"Twenty-four," she said. "Why, am I too old for you?"
Bernard let out a moan of lust and pounced on her, sending the two tumbling to the ground right there on the patio for everyone to see, and his gaggle of new buddies erupted into cheers. He paused in his make out session and looked up so he could shoot his boys a cocky smile, but froze when he saw a familiar face storming towards him.
"Get off of her you thief!" the real Andy bellowed, shoving his way through a group of guys to glower down at the body snatcher currently misusing his body, and the party goers around him erupted into chatter.
The version of "himself" on the floor had frozen in place, staring up the real Andy with an expression of shock on his face, and the girl beneath him (oblivious to the interruption) was still sucking on his neck. The sight of his body in such an X-rated position scandalized Andy (what exactly was this guy's plan, fuck a girl on the lawn in front of a crowd?) but as he glanced around at the attentive crowd, he knew that getting seen being manhandled by a professor would be worse, so he held himself back and clenched his fists by his side as he waited for the thief to respond.
A moment later, the thief snapped out of his stupor and an evil looking grin appeared split his face.
"What the fuck are you talking about old man?" Bernard responded, injecting venom into those last two words, and he rolled his hips and ground his crotch into the girl beneath him (who squeaked with delight). "I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to enjoy myself."
"Yo, aren't you a professor here?" Kirk piped up, glancing between the two with confusion. He grabbed the man he thought to be Professor Smith by the shoulder and gripped him tightly. "Andy, is this guy bothering you?"
Not fucking Kirk, Andy thought. The two had lived in the same dorm freshman year and crossed paths out a lot back in his party days, but Andy had begun avoiding the guy for being annoying as hell and partying too hard. But it looks like the "new" Andy had become fast friends with Kirk, and was picking up some of his bad habits. This guy is the worst.
"Step the fuck off dude," he groaned, shoving Kirk on the shoulder, and (caught off-guard) the boy stumbled back into his posse without much resistance. The group erupted into nondescript hollering, shaking fists angrily, and Trevor decided to step in while everyone else was distracted.
The sight of his boyfriend's body being used to make out with another girl filled him with hatred, but he channeled that into a cold, calculating rage chilled the air between him and body snatcher as Trevor leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Actually I think you'll want to hear what we have to say, Andy," Trevor hissed the name out through gritted teeth, and it made the hairs on the back of the thief's next stand up. "Somewhere private. There are some things I think you'll want to hear about that involve the 'project' you were working on."
There was a hint of steel in Trevor's voice that compelled Bernard to listen to the strange boy, and undercurrent of a threat that was just intriguing enough that the professor reluctantly pulled himself away from the embrace of the girl in his arms and rose up to his feet.
His abandoned partner scrambled to her feet and grabbed his hand, staring at him with disbelief. "You're leaving?"
Bernard turned to look at the beautiful young woman and grinned, yanking her closer and crashing their mouths together for a deep kiss that lasted about fifteen seconds too long- but he was staring into his old body's eyes the whole time, savoring the rage he saw on the face of the former Andy, who was powerless to stop him. He pulled away and smacked her on the ass for good measure.
"Don't worry sweet cheeks, I'll be right back," he winked. "I don't plan on going anywhere."
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The three retreated into the house (Bernard shouting some weak excuse to his new friends that they were all too drunk to care about anyways) and made their way down a random hallway, pushing open doors to reveal packed tableaus until they found a bedroom that was only occupied by a single couple making out on the bed.
"Out, we need to deal with something," Trevor commanded them, and the pair were so confused by the sudden appearance of the mismatched trio that they obeyed without question, zipping up their pants and brushing past Professor Smith in Andy's body as he strutted confidently through the doorway.
Although he'd agreed to go off with them, Bernard wasn't worried at all about Andy and the other boy; actually he was feeling quite cocky. After all, he was the smart one here and he held all the cards... and he knew just how to remind these two kids who was the alpha in this situation.
Bernard casually let his "sheet toga" slip to the floor to stand butt naked, shamelessly flaunting the beautiful new body that was now his in front of its previous owner, and he flung himself onto the bed with the ease of a man in his early twenties. He leaned against the bedframe and crossed his arms behind his head, his powerful biceps displayed proudly, and made sure to spread his thick legs so that his opponents could have a clear view of the prize-worthy cock and balls he possessed. He had no doubt he made quite a sight, and just to rub salt in the wound he looked straight at the real Andy and made a big show of scanning his former body up and down. His eyes lingered pointedly on its bald head and sagging gut, and an ugly smile split his handsome face as he locked on to his watery old eyes.
"How can I help you Professor Smith and-" he glanced over at Andy's smaller brown-skinned companion and sneered. "And you must be my ex-boyfriend. Trent, was it?"
"Trevor," the boy muttered, boldly holding eye contact with the body snatcher rather than giving in to his intimidation tactics, but Bernard wasn't phased. His new body outclassed Trevor's in every aspect- if anything, he was just surprised that a hunk like Andy had chosen to settle down with a boy like that.
"You're rather scrawny, aren't you?" he remarked, looking down at his pecs as he gave them an exaggerated flex, then back up at Trevor with a pitying smile on his face. "No wonder I broke up with you when I have a body that looks like this."
Incensed by the attack on his boyfriend, Andy shoved himself between the two and glared down at the body snatcher lounging on the bed with all the rage he could muster. Getting a view of himself from the outside always gave him a shocking perspective on how other people saw him- his gorgeous body with its smooth caramel skin and carefully sculpted muscles (his workout routine was hitting right) sprawled out long and large was an impressive sight, but when he looked at his face and saw the sheer malice radiating from the soul hiding behind those eyes, it sent chills down his spine. He was sure that he'd never looked like that.
"You don't have shit actually," Andy shouted, mustering up his courage and jabbing a finger accusingly at Professor Smith, and the man wearing his face laughed at him. "You just stole my body!"
"Excellent deduction skills Mr. Douglass," Bernard sneered, rolling his eyes sarcastically. "What gave it away? Was it the back pains? The baldness? The skin color? Or maybe..." the professor reached down between his legs and took Andy's girthy member in his hands, shaking its length back and forth with a devious grin on his face. "Maybe it was that little limp thing between your legs that you're stuck with now."
From the way his old face grew pinched and red, Bernard knew he'd struck a nerve with that one. The memory of what his old cock was like was still fresh in his mind and he didn't envy Andy one bit- or the little boyfriend, for that matter.
"Regardless of what it was that sparked the epiphany your juvenile pea brain," he continued, hammering the nail in a bit further just to enjoy the look of shame on the formerly young man's face. "Maybe if you'd applied some of those skills to your classwork you'd be getting an A! You should be thanking me- stealing my body was the only way you were going to get a degree."
"Shut up," Andy snapped, desperately wishing that he still had his own body so he could do that thing where he puffed himself up and made himself look scary to get an edge in an argument. As it was, all the weight he had to throw around was fat. "I'm not gonna take shit from some old body snatcher- and stop touching my dick!"
Although the professor obviously wasn't turned on by the sight of his disgusting old body, he couldn't deny the sick sense of pleasure he got from toying with his new cock while maintaining eye contact with its real owner, and his manhood just grew more intimidating every second. The mind games were working- the way the body snatcher rolled it around in his hands so lecherously was disturbing to Andy and set him a bit off-balance.
Andy's dick, not caring at all that it was being used for evil, flopped around looking happy and heavy in the thief's hands and engorged itself with more blood.
Traitor, Andy though spitefully. What was the point of having a big dick if it wasn't on your side?
"From what I've heard, you don't seem to mind when another man touches your dick!" Bernard taunted, malice bubbling up from deep within him. He knew it was something of a playground insult, but he was far past the Rubicon at this point and might as well play dirty.
The professor glanced at Andy's boyfriend and shuddered at the thought of the big dick in his hands being used to pleasure the scrawny young man- or worse, the little fellow mounting Andy's sturdy frame and jamming his own prick into the annoyingly bouncy ass Bernard currently possessed. Not while I'm in charge, he thought to himself.
"I'm a liberal, of course, I don't have anything against gay people, but I must say it seems like such a shame that you were wasting this incredible body on men. A masculine form like this deserves to know the love of a good woman! Preferably a new one every night," Bernard smirked and slid his hands down to cup his balls, gently rolling the heavy orbs around in his fingers. "Hell, maybe even two or three! I'll bet I'm plenty virile now, I can handle it."
"First of all, I'm not gay, I'm bi, I've been with girls before," Andy protested, then he shook his head in disbelief. "Second of all, do you even hear yourself? You just want to steal my body so you can use it to be a manwhore? That's so fucked up!"
"Youth is wasted on the young," Bernard tsked the boy sadly. "Trust me, after a few days in that body you'll come to regret not indulging in life's pleasures while you could."
"Oh I can't wait to fuck a woman with this thing- I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop fucking women with this thing! I tell you kids, it's a dream come true," Bernard grinned from ear to ear, not a trace of shame on his face, and rolled his broad shoulders to feel his muscles stretch. "I could take this pretty face and this big dick out into that party right now and any girl would be on her knees for me in an instant. The young women of the world should be thanking me for liberating this body."
Andy fought the urge to gag (how was this old guy so gross?) and crossed his arms in an attempt to look stern. "Yeah, well, I don't think those girls out there would be happy to find out that the guy they're grinding on is actually old enough to be their grandfather."
"Grandfather?" Bernard gasped. "I'm fifty three, I'm not that old you dunderhead!" Then a devious smile crossed his handsome face and he ran a finger over his jawline, appreciating the smooth, tight skin. "Besides, I believe you're the old one actually. I'm currently what, twenty six years old?"
"I'm twenty-three," Andy corrected him with a harumph. "Jackass."
"Just twenty-three?" Bernard was genuinely surprised by that, and he looked down at Andy's well-developed muscles with a new appreciation. At twenty three years old Bernard had been out of breath when he climbed the stairs, yet in the same amount of years Andy had sculpted himself into a Greek statue. "What are they putting in the food these days? You've got an incredible body for your age, I was right to steal it."
"See!" Andy exclaimed triumphantly. "How do you think you can steal my life when you don't even know how old I am? Do you even know where I live? What my major is? What my family is like?" Andy shook his head. "You'll never be able to pull this off."
"Pish posh," the professor waved his hands back and forth and turned his nose up, a distinctly old school gesture that looked out of place on Andy's form. "I know you've got a handsome face and a nice body, that's all that matters. As long as I've got all this-" he placed his hands on Andy's heavy pecs and heaved the meat up and down for emphasis. "Everything will work itself out."
"Oh yeah? Well all that didn't just happen overnight," Andy snapped, and he put his hands to the sagging manboobs his current body had and heaved them in a mocking parody of what Bernard had just done with his body. "Something tells me you aren't exactly familiar with the gym, do you even know what it takes to build up a body like that? I give it two months before you've wrecked my body!"
"Please, how hard can it be to pick heavy things up and put them down again? I have a PHD, I think I can figure it out," Bernard rolled his eyes, then teased his fingers up and down the ridges of his abs tauntingly. "Besides, you've already given me the base, all I have to do is maintain it. Rest assured that your six pack is safe with me..." he rolled his body to the side slightly so his butt was exposed, and he glared down at it. "Although I'll be happy to let this ridiculous rump of yours go."
"My 'rump?' Ridiculous?" Andy gasped, both hands flying to his mouth with shock. He didn't care how shallow it sounded but his bubble butt was one of his prized possessions- big, shapely, and with the perfect combination of firmness and bounce -so hearing the older man disrespect it like that was borderline blasphemy. "My ass is legendary on campus. Do you have any idea how many squats I had to hit to get a dump truck like that?"
A dump truck? Bernard shook his head. Kids today and their slang.
"No, I don't know how much time you wasted doing squats, and I don't intend to find out either," Bernard frowned at the globes of flesh jutting out of his lower half like they had done something to offend to him. "Honestly, you kids today and your obsession with having big butts should be studied. There's nothing manly about looking like the seams of your pants are going to burst!" Then he reached back and grabbed at one of his cheeks, squeezing it violently in his hands and giving the muscle a rough shake. "And why does it move like this? I'm sick of it bouncing around all the time! No, I think you'll look much better without this thing."
"Okay, that is IT," Andy bellowed, bending forwards and slamming his fists down on the mattress dramatically- to angry to care about how he tweaked his back in the process. "You can steal my face, take my life, make me look like an idiot- but when you come for my ass, it's personal." He pointed at the body snatcher and glared with every ounce of authority he had in him. "You need to get out of my body now, or else."
"Or else what?" Professor Smith sneered. He pushed himself off the bed and drew himself up to Andy's impressive 6'2'' (his new body had about six inches on his old body- and also was four inches taller), spreading his shoulders and puffing his chest out so he looked like a sturdy mountain of muscles. He leered down at Andy with a wolfish grin. "And what are you going to do about it?"
"I'll-" Andy paused, came up short for an answer, then turned to his boyfriend. "Trev, tell him what we're gonna do."
"Are you two done bickering?" Trevor asked, sounding mildly amused. He stepped up to stand side by side with his boyfriend, subtly twining their hands together to show support, and looked up into the professor's eyes. "Because if you are, I'd like to get to the part where you two switch back to your real bodies."
Professor Smith threw his head back and laughed. "Switch back? Why on Earth would I go back to being an old man when I could be this?" He flexed dramatically like a body builder, once again flaunting his strapping young body, and Trevor rolled his eyes.
"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you," the twink said flatly, unimpressed by the older man's posturing despite how big Andy's body made him look. "You've pulled off a good trick but it won't last forever, there's a way to reverse any spell."
"I wouldn't be so sure," Professor Smith said, looking all too smug. "I translated that spell myself from an archaic hieroglyphic script- I'm the only one on the planet who knows how it works and I'm not keen to give up that secret any time soon."
"Interesting theory," Trevor nodded, glancing down and picking at his fingernails for a moment before looking back up with a knowing glint in his eye. "Well here's my take- you left your shit lying out back at your house and I'm pretty sure what you translated was just a variation of an older Sumerian ritual that I am familiar with. And that's how I know," he paused for dramatic effect, and Andy grinned in anticipation. "That you didn't translate the whole thing."
He slipped his backpack off of his shoulder and began rifling through it, but Professor Smith was more concerned with other matters.
"Wait, my house?" he interrupted, a bit taken aback by that detail. "How did you get into my house?"
"Threw a rock through your window," Andy said with a shit eating grin. "Also I carved a dick into the side of your car."
"You WHAT?" Bernard bellowed, so enraged that he reached forwards and shoved Andy back- but though the boy stumbled, he didn't stop smiling. "I'm going to call the cops!"
"And tell them what?" Andy chuckled, glad that he finally had the upper hand over the body snatcher. "All of your neighbors saw 'you' do it- right before you mooned them, by the way." He turned tail and patted at his nonexistent behind. "Bet they would have preferred to see my ass instead of yours."
"Anyways," Trevor interjected before Professor Smith could say anything else, and he held up a long red wax candle he'd produced from his bag. "If you had done your due diligence with your translations of this spell you'd be aware that it's anchored to the lifespan of this candle here, which means that if I just-" Trevor turned the candle sideways and pushed on both ends, snapping it in half effortlessly. "-then you'll both revert back to normal."
A pulse of energy ripped through the room as the spell unwove itself and the change back was instantaneous- the professor's borrowed body practically exploded with fat, the shocked thief letting out a cry as his massive arms sagged and his tight six pack was swallowed up by a bulbous gut. The jock butt which he had been so rude to deflated like a beach ball and the second it was gone Bernard suddenly realized what a fool he'd been to not appreciate the damn thing. He was filled with despair as he felt the delicious power he'd borrowed abandon him as his stolen muscles melted away leaving him back in the pale and unimpressive body he'd been neglecting for years.
To make things even worse, the absurd amount of alcohol he'd consumed as a massive twenty three year old had stayed with him and his fifty three year old stomach was already revolting.
Worst of all he was still butt naked, and no longer had anything to be proud of.
Trevor averted his eyes from this process- he had no interest in looking at Professor Smith's body now that his boyfriend wasn't stuck inside of it. Instead he looked at Andy as his body snapped back to its true form and returned to him the physique that he'd worked so hard on, which was a much more pleasant sight.
The boy was grinning from ear to ear as his facial features morphed, returning him to his handsome visage, and the wrinkles all across his body faded away as his skin returned to its healthy light brown shade. Hair began to sprout from the top of his head, and Andy breathed out a sigh of relief as he ran his fingers through the wooly strands.
Okay good, he thought to himself. I could not pull off bald.
The transformation to his body was equally dramatic, his rotund form retreating as his frame reclaimed its rightful height and muscle. Andy was glowing with excitement to be a twenty three year old hunk again, Trevor couldn't help but feel a tingle of arousal as he watched his boyfriend shimmy out of the oversized clothes he'd been using to cover Professor Smith's old body to expose his sexy real form instead.
"Oh thank fuck, I'm back to me again!" Andy cheered, hands roaming his body as he took stock of the changes. He needed to make sure that everything was returned to him just the way he'd left it. Pecs, abs, biceps, his beautiful ass- a sudden tug of gravity between his legs confirmed that his dick had reclaimed its former glory as well. A huge smile cracked his face as he stared down, twisting himself back and forth to admire his lovingly sculpted body. "Oh, I fucking missed this!"
"But- that's supposed to be mine!" Professor Smith whined, his own hands pressed in front of his privates to preserve some measure of dignity as he watched Andy caressing the body that had been his less than a minute ago. Already he missed the intoxicating feeling of strength that came with those muscles, and (as he shifted awkwardly on the balls of his feet) the confidence that came with having a big cock.
Trevor rolled his eyes and pulled some spare clothes from his backpack to toss to his boyfriend, who caught them effortlessly and began to dress himself.
"Don't be stupid, you know it's not," the smaller boy snapped at Professor Smith, snatching up the oversized clothes Andy had discarded and waving them at the older man like they were a weapon. "And don't even think about trying to mess with occult dealings again or else I'll use some of the tricks I've learned and turn you into an actual pig- since you seem so intent on acting like one."
The professor, feeling much less bold now that he was a middle aged man again, widened his eyes in fear. "You can do that?"
Andy, now dressed in some basketball shorts and a snug t-shirt, slung an arm across Trevor's shoulder and smiled down at his boyfriend affectionately. "Trev can do anything."
"Thank you Andy..." Trevor muttered, his cheeks flushing dark brown for a moment, before he cleared his throat and returned his attention to the would-be body snatcher in front of them. He jabbed a finger at Bernard, getting a small thrill at the way the bigger man flinched. "So here's what happens now: you will delete any records you have of this ritual and pretend like this never happened. Andy will not be going back to your class, but he will be getting an A for the semester. Do we have an understanding?"
"And if I refuse?" Professor Smith ventured, his bluster betrayed by the way his voice shook. Trevor and Andy exchanged a look.
"Then we release the videos we made while Andy was in your body of you doing some very inappropriate and possibly illegal things and you never work again," Trevor said flatly, and Andy gave a devious chuckle.
"Oh and it was some weird shit," the young man taunted. He crossed his arms menacingly- being switched out of his body always reminded him to appreciate the benefits that came with the presence of his own hulking form. "Only seemed fair since you were making an asshole out of yourself with my body that I did it with yours."
Trevor continued. "But if you say yes right now, we'll be nice and give you the clothes Andy walked out in so you don't get fired for being naked at a student's party. Doesn't that sound fair?"
Professor Smith looked down at his naked body let out a small noise from the back of his throat when he finally processed just how bad the situation was for him. Stumbling out without clothes on wasn't an option- if he were still in Andy's body it wouldn't be a problem (hell, people would probably thank him for the free show) but as an over-the-hill professor surrounded by a bunch of students they'd slap him in handcuffs before he could get a word out. He'd be lucky if all he lost was his job.
His eyes darted between the two boys like a rat cornered by two cats, and his eyes landed mournfully on the swell of Andy's pectoral muscles as they pressed through the thin fabric of his shirt.
"So I can't have just one night in his body?" Bernard pleaded, one last desperate time. "Just one, I promise! Or even just an hour! Please, I didn't get to fuck anybody! Hell, I can pay you!"
"Oh hey that's an idea," Andy turned to his boyfriend and grinned mischievously. "Should we make him give us money too?"
Trevor shook his head. "Just the compliance will be fine. And you accept the terms of our deal, right?"
"Alright, you two win!" Professor Smith threw his hands in the air, exposing his shriveled cock, and Andy and Trevor averted their eyes. "No more magic just... can I please have some clothes?"
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The two boys, eager to get things over with, threw the clothes in Bernard's face (along with a promise from Trevor that he would be in touch and Bernard better hold up his end of the deal) and then made their exit, literally slamming the door on the whole ordeal behind them. The dip leaned against the wall of the hallway and caught their breath, staring out at the throngs of bodies and multicolored lights of the still-raging party, and then the two of them burst out laughing.
Andy's entire body was shaking and he clutched at his (once again tight) belly, nearly doubled over with laughter, and then he sucked in a deep breath and tried to calm himself down a bit. The small shoulder bounces that Trevor always did when he was laughing were starting to fade, and Andy smiled.
"God that guy was a douche," he said, jamming his thumb back towards the room, and Trevor nodded in agreement.
"Tell me about it," he snorted, then he glanced sidelong at Andy. "Was I that bad when I was in your body?"
"Nah," Andy sniffed dismissively, then he took advantage of his reclaimed height and leaned over to peer down at Trevor with a lopsided grin. "When you did it, it was hot."
The expression on Andy's face was so damn goofy that Trevor almost wanted to laugh and flick him in the forehead, but instead the sight just melted his heart. There was a carefree ease to Andy that no one else could match- that was his body and his alone, and the fact that he wanted to use it to be with Trevor (of all people) still felt like a miracle.
"It's good to have you back," the lovestruck boy whispered, not sure if he would even be audible above the din of the party, but from the way Andy's face softened he must have heard it.
"All thanks to you, Trev," Andy murmured back, rubbing at the back of his neck somewhat nervously. He was finding it hard to look into Trevor's chocolate eyes without feeling like a fool so instead he trained his eyes on the floor, grateful that he once again had a complexion that would hide his blush somewhat. "You were incredible in there, I'm so- I'm so lucky to have you. I would have been screwed if you weren't here so, thanks dude."
"Hey, you know I'd do anything for you," Trevor tucked a strand of his floppy hair behind his ear and placed his hand on Andy's shoulder, relishing the familiar feeling of his boyfriend's sturdy form under his fingers once again. "I'm just glad that you're you again. Nobody else can wear that body like you can."
Andy reached his hand up and grabbed onto Trevor's, squeezing it tight with all the love in his body, and the two boys took a moment to bask in the wave of relief that came with successfully surviving another snatch. Trevor studied Andy's face, that beautiful face that everyone wanted for themselves, and he almost leaned in for a kiss- but then he glanced sidelong at the throngs of people watching them and decided against it.
"Anyways, let's get out of here," Trevor sniffed at the air, his nose wrinkling at the smell of sweat, sugar, and weed that wafted through the cramped space. "This party sucks."
"Oh this party's ass," Andy agreed, glancing over at the crowd with a mysterious glint in his eye. "But we gotta do one thing before we go."
Eager to show off a bit now that he was young and strong again, Andy bent at his supple knees and swept Trevor's legs out from under him, catching the unsuspecting boy in midair and effortlessly hoisting him up into a bridal carry. His boyfriend was an easy, comfortable weight in his arms, and Andy grinned- this was why he went to the gym. Those muscles weren't just for show!
"Andy!" Trevor squeaked out, grabbing on to Andy's thick neck for stability. He wasn't worried that Andy was going to drop him, but he was worried about what people would think if they saw them like this. "Put me down, asshole!"
"No can do cinnamon stick," Andy teased, pulling Trevor close for a second so he could plant a kiss on his forehead. "Everybody at this party has spent all night watching 'me' run around trying to bang chicks- I think we'd better remind them all that I'm taken. And now that I've got these big old arms of mine back," he hefted up Trevor up and down a few times, like he was pumping iron at the gym, and the twink's stomach swooped. "I think I'm gonna use them to carry you past all of these people back to our apartment so we can watch that damn movie. Would you be down for that?"
Now, Trevor wasn't really one to show off- in fact, he tended to be on the shy side -but swaddled in the arms of his hunky boyfriend (reclining on top of giant biceps like they were pillows, because his life was a fairy tale) he couldn't find it in himself to feel any shame about nodding yes.
And besides, with the way their lives went, the two of them should try to enjoy Andy's body while they still had it.
#male body swap#Series: Security#this turned out so long T_T this is over 12k words#I got sooo indulgent here and just kept adding stuff#I promise the next installment will be more concise
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cant wait to be a bald and fat old ftm guy with a big belly and big long white beard. this is my goal this is the reason i transitioned
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Reconnaissance
Summary: Javi learns about a new interesting spot in the city.
Pairing: Javier Peña/Male OCs
Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only | Word Count: 2391
Warnings: Cruising, masturbation, oral sex, anal fingering, voyeurism, anonymous sex, public sex
Note: This as not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay/bi characters. Please make sure you’ve read the warnings.
Javi knew he shouldn’t be here. It was stupid and if he got caught there’d be hell to pay, but from the moment he’d heard about this place he knew he had to come. Sat at his desk in the DEA Austin office bored out his mind while he tried to finish a report, Javi had heard some of the younger agents laughing through his open office door. They were all recent transfers, all green as fuck, and far too young in Javi’s opinion. They laughed and swapped stories about getting lost and finding ‘hidden gems’ in Austin, naming some of the most well known bars and clubs in the city in the process. But then one of them had mentioned something and Javi’s fingers had paused, hovering above his keyboard as he listened.
Apparently the young agent, Harrin or Harkin or something, had stumbled across the spot when he’d stopped to ask for directions. A bunch of guys with their dicks out blowing each other, he giggled to the other agents, and they laughed at the thought. From the way they were talking, it was obvious they didn’t know what the young man had found. They all thought it was a fluke or just a bunch of old gay guys who just happen to have chosen that place to stop. But Javi knew what the young agent had found.
A cruising spot.
From the description, Javi was pretty sure he knew where they were talking about, a small area of a neighborhood park, but he never knew about the spot. And from that moment Javi knew he was going to go there.
It was late afternoon and the sun was shining as Javi had pulled up in his car and surveyed the area. At the first, nothing indicated he had the right spot. Off in the distance, families sat on blankets and children played. While there were a few other cars park up near him, Javi couldn’t see any of the guys the young agent had laughed about.
But then he spotted them. Just through the branches and leaves, Javi could see the unmistakable sight of a pasty white ass humping against another as the two tanned men hid amongst the trees. Then he spotted another group, three older men in a circle all jacking each other off. Then more, and more.
Leaning back in his seat, Javi unfastened his jeans, freeing his semi hard cock and began to stroke it lazily. A breeze drifted through his open window as he scanned the area. Part of him on the look out for a potential hook up, another part ever alert. If he was caught here, he was done. There would be no coming back from a scandal like getting caught fucking in public.
Slowly stroking his cock, Javi soon spotted an older man watching him from his own car. The other man was round, with a bald head but a thick white mustache. He was sat with his car door open in a pair of cargo shorts and polo shirt, his hard, fat cock poking out as he tugged on it. His eyes met Javi’s and immediately the older man smiled and started to make his way over to Javi’s car.
“Hi there.” He greeted Javi politely as he leaned on the car roof, his cock almost at eye level with Javi. “You’ve got a real nice cock. May I?”
“Sure.” Javi nodded, moving his own hand as the stranger reached in and started to gently pump him.
Arousal spiked through Javi’s system as the older man expertly worked his throbbing cock. Sliding his hand down Javi’s shaft, man would rotate his wrist a little on the way up, before skimming his fingers over the sensitive head to begin again. Every few pumps, he would pause slightly as he glanced around, a constant reminder to Javi of the extremely public place they were in.
Reaching up Javi began to tentatively stroke the man’s cock, causing the older man to buck into his grip and gasp. With his other hand Javi lifted his shirt up higher, exposing his stomach ready for his release. He was close. The heady mixture of the attention and environment was going straight to Javi’s cock, filling his head with fog as the hungry need took over.
Above him at the car door the other man continued pumping him, pulling him closer to the edge with every masterful stoke. Gasping and grunting filled the space, intermixed with worried moments of silence and stillness as a walker got a little too close or a car drove by. Finally the tension snapped and with a low growl, Javi came, shooting thick ropes over his stomach and the man’s hand.
As his own climax shook him Javi stopped stroking the other man’s cock, instead leaning forward to engulf the short fat dick in his mouth. On the other side of the car door the old man moaned as Javi bobbed his head and ran his tongue over the leaking tip. A thick hand grabbed the back of Javi’s head as the stranger fucked his mouth through the open car window.
It didn’t take long for bitter release to flood Javi’s mouth and the hand to disappear from his hair. With a polite thank you, the stranger left, and Javi waited until he was back in his car before discreetly spitting the man’s cum into a tissue before collapsing back in his seat.
That had been a rush. The thrill of anonymous sex coupled with the chance of getting caught had been intoxicating. And exactly what Javi was worried about. He’d enjoyed that. Potentially too much.
Pulling another tissue from the small pack, Javi set about wiping his own seed from his stomach as he watched people go about their business in the afternoon sun. The guys amidst the trees were gone, presumably finished and moved on while Javi was distracted. Tossing the tissue onto the passenger seat, Javi scanned the area for more encounters.
There were two other cars parked up, one of which gently rocked as Javi focused on it, hinting at the activities going on inside. A lanky looking middle-aged man leaned against a tree watching them casually, keeping an eye out for anyone getting too close as he looked around.
But other than that, the area seemed clear, and Javi felt a pang of disappointment. As thrilling as getting jacked off by a stranger had been, he had been hoping for a little more. Not necessarily sex but more than one encounter would have been nice.
Slumping back in his seat, Javi idly played with his cock as life in the park went on around him. It twitched at the attention but remained flaccid as Javi rolled his foreskin back and forth over the head as he continued to look around the area. He knew he should leave instead of sitting in his car with his cock out.
After a short time of slowly stroking his shaft, Javi noticed another car pull up close to his own, and Javi tucked his semi away out of sight under his shirt. For a few tense minutes, Javi waited, watching the new arrival to see what his intensions were. From what he could see from his car, Javi would see the other man looking around the area just as he had. Then as he turned his head, the new driver locked eyes with Javi.
The new guy offered Javi a smile and a small nod, which Javi returned. The man slowly got out of his car and began to make his way over to Javi, who re-exposed his cock and quickly hid the used tissues in the glove compartment.
Looking up Javi watched as the other man approached his open window just as the man before had done, before to Javi’s surprise, he veered away. Turning in his seat, Javi followed as the man circled the car and then to Javi’s surprise, the stranger opened the passenger door and slid into the seat.
“Hey.” The man smiled, his eyes raking over Javi before landing on his cock. “Do you mind me gettin’ in? Sorry, I should’ve asked first, man.”
“It’s fine.” Javi smirked as he got a better look at the other man. He was younger than Javi, with messy blond hair and a big, easy smile. Slowly stroking his cock once more, Javi licked his lips as the other man tugged down the front of his sweatpants to reveal his own hardening shaft.
“Can I?” The stranger gestured to Javi’s erected, reaching over and feeling its weight when Javi nodded. “Hey, can I play with your ass while you jerk off?”
The request caught Javi off guard, but he couldn’t deny the throb of arousal he felt at the idea. Pulling his jeans open further, Javi locked eyes with the younger man as he pushed them down to his knees, feeling the cooling breeze from the open window caress his skin.
The stranger grinned, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small bottle of lube and squeezing some out onto his fingers before offering it to Javi. Javi chuckled as he applied a couple of drips to his cock.
“You always carry that with you?”
“I like to be prepared.” The other man laughed, putting it the bottle back in him pocket. “What can I say? I’m an organized kinda guy.”
Javi continued to chuckle as he shifted down in his seat slightly and opened his legs, wincing as the cool lube on the stranger’s finger’s made contact with his rim. Settling back Javi began to stroke himself once more as the other man’s digit circled his entrance gently. Then, carefully and slowly it began to push inside him, breaching his hole, before withdrawing slightly.
The hot rush of arousal washed over Javi as the other man began to tenderly pump a finger in and out of him. His skin prickled as Javi attempted to focus on his own role, but with each plunge of the finger he felt his own pace falter as his head filled with the wonderful fog of lust.
"Just relax." The stranger whispered skimming a finger over that sweet spot inside Javi, who bit back a moan. "Come on, pump that cock for me. I wanna watch you cum."
Javi nodded, pinching his eye shut for a moment before pumping his length in time with the other man's fingers. The pace was relaxed to begin with, just a single finger slowly sinking into him. And in turn, Javi sensually stroked his dick, with his eyes flicking between the other man's bobbing, leaking cock and the hand between his legs.
Then, gently, the stranger eased in a second finger. Javi gasped, arching his back as a pulse of arousal thrummed through him. He could feel his whole body heating up, and he instinctually opened his legs further, pushing himself down in his seat onto the thick fingers.
"You really to cum?" The stranger purred in his ear, and glancing over, Javi could see him stroking his own cock now as he leaned sideways in the passenger seat.
"I'm ready." Javi growled, gripping his shaft firmly as he resumed pumping.
The pace was faster now, as Javi lifted his hip up to rut up into his fist. In his ass, the two sturdy fingers stretched him open, no longer caressing his prostate with feather-light teasing, but now fucking Javi with each plunge inside him.
The lewd sounds of breathy moans, grunts and the wet squelches of Javi's ass filled the car, sounding louder in the enclosed space and adding to Javi's intoxicating tension building within him.
Javi was grateful for the lube now as he frantically pumped his cock so quickly his hand was almost a blur. The other man's fingers thrust into his hole hungrily as he tugged on his own dick, while his eyes remained fixed on where his digits disappeared into Javi's ass.
Javi's thighs shook as he felt his peak approaching. The fire inside was reaching its limit, and Javi could feel his control slipping away. Gritting his teeth, Javi hissed, throwing his head back as he let go. With a shudder, Javi came, giving in to the ecstasy as his cock painted his stomach and hand with thick release.
He was vaguely aware of the stranger coaching him through his climax as the thick fingers caressed that sweet spot to milk Javi of every last drop. Finally, Javi let his hand drop away, falling limp in his seat, gasping as the other man's finger left his ass.
Slumped in his seat, Javi turned his head to watch as the other man frenetically pumped his cock, before shooting cum over his hand with a load moan.
For a moment, the two men sat boneless in their seats, panting as the world around roared back into their consciousnesses. Thankfully no one had noticed them as off in the distance the city went on as normal.
The car was filled with the musky scent as Javi sat, his chest heaving, as the other man quickly wiped himself down with a wet wipe. As he offered one to Javi, Javi nodded gratefully and with a shaking hand began to clean his own sticky body. After tucking himself away, the stranger smiled at Javi, offering another nod before wordlessly leaving the car and quickly returning to his own.
Javi took his time tidying himself before pulling up his jeans and putting his soft cock away. He wasn’t sure what to do now as he played with the car’s ignition. Should he leave? Stay and meet another man? Logically, the longer he stayed, the more likely it was he would get caught, or someone would notice him. It was with that in mind that Javi turned the key and set off home.
As he drove home for a much-needed shower, Javi knew he would be going back. Perhaps not to that exactly spot for a while, but this afternoon that scratched an itch that he’d been ignoring for too long. The anonymity was a thrill for him that he’d forgotten and pushed down since he’d come back from Colombia. All he had to do now was find some more spots to add into his new routine.
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If most people were to be believed, nobody liked the poor fucks who peaked in high school. Unfortunately for Steve, he was one of that number.
Being rejected from college was embarrassing enough. Then there was losing his minimum wage job. Getting married too young. Rehab. Realising he was gay. Divorce. Rehab again. Only seeing the kids once a month. And of course finding out the morning before yet another job interview that there was more hair growing out his ass.
A too bitter coffee that tasted like laundry detergent didn’t help as he ran from the subway because his licence had been suspended. Neither did the bottom of the barrel cigarettes he’d had before walking into the building.
William Hargrove, head of a nation wide charity outreach programme for abused children. He needed some low level admin support and apparently Steve fit the bill perfectly. It was fine, Steve told himself. He’d just be another fat balding white guy who was only in it for the money. Steve knew his own generation well.
Billy was not like that. He was incredibly sweet and patient during the job interview, which apparently he always did himself, picked up on Steve’s dyslexia almost immediately and offered in office support and was unequivocally the most beautiful man Steve had ever seen.
Steve got hired. He started Monday. That would have been fantastic if not for the fact that Steve knew his only good suit had a tomato sauce stain on which refused to budge. Fuck his life.
Decades of porn had put Steve under the impression that crushes on a boss were fun, sexy affairs that led to coitus on the office table. Whoever came up with that fucking lie owed him a sincere handwritten apology. Crushes on a boss were not fun and were never reciprocated.
Billy was a very hands on boss. He’d go around to everyone’s desk, asking if they needed anything, organised staff basketball outings every week and was just genuinely the sweetest guy ever. Steve had read somewhere that Billy could have been a millionaire but refused to compromise on staff wages or any of his programmes. He tried not to get warm fuzzy feelings about that.
Shame smoking was not helping matters, especially not when Steve found out that a certain other person frequented his spot. He gave up smoking at work after that. Steve couldn’t come across as a complete disaster.
Miraculously, Steve was actually very good at his job. It was straightforward and repetitive and the special font on the computer meant that he could read it better. His co workers were all nice, well adjusted 20 somethings and they were surprisingly happy to involve a 58 year old in their shenanigans.
On the Billy front, Steve had finally managed to get out a full sentence without sounding like a teenage girl at a WHAM concert (the equivalent was One Direction now??????? Steve couldn’t keep up with teenagers) and generally Billy seemed to think he was competent. Not a particularly special employee but enough to talk about the game with over crappy office coffee.
Billy was also gay. Which was very cool and should not have given him as much completely unfounded hope as it would. It wasn’t the 80s anymore and they were very much not the only gays in the village. Practically every man who walked into his office started immediately drooling. Not that Steve could judge.
An official invitation to “basketball Fridays” was new. Steve had mostly waved it off in the past, because it would just be him against much younger men and his ego couldn’t handle that. Still, he decided to take it up. Just because Billy’s hair smelled like lavender.
It was just Billy when he got there. Basketball shorts were criminally good on his figure. Again, Steve couldn’t help but hope he’d suddenly be transported into a porn.
“Don’t mind a one on one game, just us old men?”
How could Steve pass that offer up? It was really too good to refuse.
One game turned into two into five and suddenly Steve was back to playing a game once a week. Sometimes it had practically the entire building, sometimes it was just the two of them. They’d exchanged numbers, just to discuss Steve’s love of Sixteen Candles. It was nice, having a friend who wasn’t Robin or Carol for once. Another guy. Another queer guy.
The next week Anthony told him to resign. He was kind of like a mini Jason Carver from back in high school, bar the religious trauma. Resign he’d said. For Billy’s sake. That had to be some sort of hr violation. Steve didn’t tell on him though. Billy cared too much about his employees for that.
Slowly, more and more people started saying it. Resign. For Billy. It felt like bordering on bullying. Some type of ageism. Still, Steve resolutely ignored it until it came from Gemma.
Gemma was Steve’s favourite. They had outrageously green hair, thrived off shitty horror movies and was the first person to not laugh at Steve for not knowing what Instagram was. They were a saint. But then they told him to resign too.
“Please Steve.” Their voice was as soft and gentle as ever, like waves cascading over the rocks. “You’ve got to quit. For Billy. Trust me.”
Bottom lip trembling but refusing to cry in front of anyone, Steve marched to Billy’s office and rapped sharply on the door. He stuck to the script, announced he was quitting “for Billy” and turned to walk out the door until Billy gently caught his hand.
“Steve”
Steve was going to miss hearing that voice every day.
“Do you even know why you’re resigning?”
This was even worse than the recurring nightmare of taking an exam naked.
“No?” He tried, voice sounding about as confident as a five year olds.
Billy cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Look I don’t know exactly what the team has been doing but I think why you’re resigning is because I can’t exactly ask you on a date as an employee?”
Ah. That was unexpected.
Thankfully Billy didn’t mind the stubborn tomato sauce stain when they got to the restaurant. Or Steve’s garlic breath when they kissed. And Steve found himself for the first time in a while, thinking that maybe being him wasn’t all that bad after all.
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"Fairness." One Piece x Saitama reader, 3.
"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."
Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.
Other things:
-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.
-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.
-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.
-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.
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The tension was high, Luffy and Jimbei attaching a complete fit of rage through his veins, as black beard held a smirk to his face. I could tell that this pirate in front of us did something wrong to cause the two of them so much anger, I remembered Ace talking about fighting a pirate named Black Beard, but I never expected him to show up here.
I saw Luffy put his fist to the ground, his legs spreading as he looked up at Teach, his skin soon glowing pink as smoke came off of him.
My eyes widened as he yelled Second gear, as his speed allowed him to zoom towards the pirate, slamming his fists hard into the man's stomach out of anger.
Teach slammed into the wall, leaving a significant dent as a man with a gun looked his way. "Captain!" He called out, soon causing Blackboard a hissy fit as he rolled on the floor. "Man, what a tough guy this is. Is he really the man who Ace fought?" Jimbei nodded. "Yes, don't underestimate him, he may look different, but in all reality, he has a potent Devil fruit." I didn't understand what he meant by devil fruit, so I took Jimbei's words seriously as I stepped closer, walking past Luffy to the bigger man. "Oi, fat guy." He looked up to see me, irritated from me calling him fat. "WHAT DID YOU SAY-" I slammed my foot beside his head, creating another crack in the wall. "You put Ace here...you meant for him to get caught by the Marines. So you can take his bounty and leave." He smirked and laughed. "That's precisely what I did...I've never seen you before, what are you? A pirate?" My head shook. "No, just a girl who's trying to better the situation. I've heard stories of you, one of you killing your crew member of the White Beard pirates. Is that true?" He laughed more. "What if I did? That old man never treated me like his own, so I made my own decision, and look at me now, a devil fruit user with a bounty higher than before. CHEHAHAHAHAHAAH!! That fool Ace will never understand when you cross paths with me; I always get what I want!" My fists clutched with slight anger, but my face didn't show it as I kicked off the wall. "Luffy, this guy hurt your brother, right?" Luffy nodded as I smirked. "Then it's your responsibility to put this man in his place." Your words struck Luffy hard as he nodded again, returning to his stance as his skin turned pink again, glaring at Black Beard. "I won't let you hurt Ace anymore!!" Teech got up, a smirk forming as black smoke emerged. Everyone stood at a reasonable distance, leaving the battle to the both of them as Luffy moved fast, teleporting in the air as he was ready to punch him; Blackbeard could follow him with his gaze. "GOMU GOMU NO! JET!" His left fist extended fast as Teech held up one of his hands. "VORTEX!!" He yelled, more black smoke coming from his palm, spinning like a black hole as it started to suck him in; his and my eyes widened with surprise as Luffy was completely sucked in, getting grasped.
"Luffy!" I yelled; I heard Bon Chan call for him as Blackbeard slammed him into the ground, which broke.
But everyone was surprised when blood came out of his head, as he was made of rubber, he was surprised as well, as he jumped back, touching his head.
Teech let out a menacing laugh, black smoke still surrounding him. "Seems like you don't have any idea of what happened! Your brother Ace looked like that!! Just face it, Devil fruit powers are ineffective on me!!" He boasted, Luffy getting angry as he was about to punch him again, until I stood before him, stopping as my hand grabbed his face. "Wait a minute, Luffy," I spoke, looking at him. "Enough already! This guy is powerful; that's coming from me. If you want revenge for your brother, take it later; he needs you right now! You too angry and high up from emotions!" He still struggled with your grip, pleading for you to let him go, as you didn't. "Let me go!" He yelled as Jimbei stepped in. "No, Luffy! What is your priority?! Like Abby-san said, Ace is the one who needs our help! Think about it! Luffy!" Luffy huffed angrily as things began to settle down, and Jimbei glared at Teech. "Ever since he was on good old Whitebeard's ship, he was so strange! I don't know how he got it, but he has this power that enabled him to defeat even the unbeatable Ace-San!"
My brows twitched from his words as I wondered why Black Beard turned out this way, that, and how much menace he had in his mind. "Luffy." He turned his head to me. "You must use your time and energy wisely here! Fighting him now out of anger doesn't help you save Ace!" He didn't want to admit it, but both of you were right, as he glared harshly to Black Beard, who smiled at him menacingly. Who laughed at him. "You are more robust than I thought! You got more Haki than before-" "Your name is Black Beard, right?" Crocodile spoke as he looked at the Warlord. "I heard that a nameless pirate on Whitebeards's ship had taken my place as Warlord. But it's odd. You should've been summoned by Navy Headquarters already; why are you here?" He asked, wanting answers as I did too; I nodded with agreement as he laughed again, crocodile continuing."You're risking your life as the Warlord you wanted by being here." Teach laughed more. "It's apart of my plan!" My head tilted. "Plan? What plan?" He turned to me. "Do I have to tell you everything about it? Your starting to piss me off with the questions..pests..." Crocodile glared at him harshly, as did I. "No, you don't; actually, I'm not interested at all... are you?" I shook my head. "No," Crocodile smirked. "See?" Blackbeard smirked as well. "How disappointing-" He was interrupted when something exploded, as Bon-chan and everyone looked that way. "W-What's going on?!" He asked as I stood by him until one of Ivanka's soldiers yelled suddenly as if someone was there. "Shit.." Crocodile muttered as Ivonka got into stance. "Not good." She pointed to Luffy. "Straw, boy! You better go now!! If you get poisoned by Magellan again, there's no way for you to survive this time!" She yelled as everyone started running up the stairs, the crowd pushing me slightly. Mister One noticed as he grabbed my waist, bringing me with the group as we headed up the stairs. "Mister one! Thank you!" I smiled as he nodded his head, still holding me to not get squished by the crowd, as Luffy and Crocodile landed beside me, soon running with us.
But, as we were about to get to the top, a Giant cow was in front of us, knocking some prisoners back. Noticing, I hopped out of Mister One's arms, who was confused about what I was doing as he charged forward, about to run into more people until I grabbed its horns, my strength stopping it in his tracks.
It let out a high-pitched moo; I was surprised I could do that as I didn't want to hurt it, as it was an animal.
So, I gently slammed my fist into its head, giving him a bump for it to sit on the floor. "OH! HE SAT!" Some prisoners yelled as Crocodile scoffed with irritation. "What are you doing, brat?! We need to keep moving-" He paused when a cute smile was on my face as everyone saw me praising the cow like a dog, its tail wagging. "Who's a good girl?! You poor thing! Under the stupid marines' control, you must be so fed up, huh?~" Everyone except Luffy blushed a little, surprised with how cute I was as the cow leaned over into me, and I gained its trust. "Never expected this." Mister one spoke, as Crocodile just nodded, just as confused as him, as I held the cow's face. "Can you tell your cow friends to let us go?~ We have an important man to save! Can you do that for me?" She huffed and nodded, letting out a loud moo as the rumbling stopped, the cows soon making a path for us to walk through.
Praising her again, I thanked her as we all went ahead, me and Luffy in front. Everyone was confused and shocked at how I did that but shrugged it off when we were almost to the third floor, as other Animals attacked us. We cleared them quickly as we reached the top, freeing more prisoners, but there weren't any, which confused me. "Why aren't there any prisoners in these cells?" Crocodile hummed. "I could ask the same thing.." Jimbei looked around as well. "I wonder who released them..."
After moments of exploring, we soon heard mayhem up ahead as we all went to check it out.
Luffy was surprised when we arrived, seeing familiar faces as a clown and a man with a three on his head with so many prisoners, as we found who freed them all. "Buggy!!" He yelled, a smile on his face as the clown turned, shocked. "MUGIWARA?!" All of us were running his way, and the number three man was shocked to see a crocodile. "CROCODILE?! BON-CHAN?! MISTER ONE?! AND-" He paused as both of them saw me running, a blank look on my face as my curves bounced, making them both blush furiously as we stopped before them. "Who's this?" Mister Three asked as the boys looked at me, as Luffy smiled. "This is Y/n! She was trapped in the same cell as Ace! She's helping us out!" I waved. "Hello, not expecting to meet a clown." Buggy scratched his neck with embarrassment as a smile plastered his face. "Well, it's your lucky day-" Bon-chan kicked both. "I HEARD YOU BOTH CALL ME A PERVERT! I AM NOT A PERVERT BLAH BLAH, BLAH-" As the two got kicked, I giggled, smiling as Crocodile and Mister One glared down at me, smiling gently at how cute it sounded.
The guards couldn't believe this mashup of a team, as I was shaking Mister Three's hand as if it was a happy reunion?
But, thinking that we were safe, the warden came up suddenly, as Buggy and Mister Three screeched from his appearance suddenly.
My eyes widened with shock as Luffy and Ivan-chan, the scissors man, were not there, and I gulped, meaning we had to run for it. "EVERYONE LET'S GO!"
Everyone followed my orders surprisingly, as we all bolted, heading a way to get to the upper floor.
But, as I was running, a bullet from one of the guards grazed my leg, and I stumbled. "Y/n!" Jimbei yelled, looking at me as prisoners stumbled over me; I looked at my leg, surprised that it also hurt me. As I was about to stand, I struggled to walk, and as I stumbled more, Jimbei was about to go back and help until Crocodile took care of the guard, as he easily picked me up again, looking at me. "You alright?" He asked, as I nodded. "Just a scratch, but bullets usually never affect me, so I don't know why these are different." He started following the group while holding me, glaring at the guards. "These bullets are different, made for devil fruit users, which is why your bleeding right now." A sand whip came out of his back, deflecting more special bullets with his sand as he wiped some guards away, slamming them into the wall. I was surprised at how he was helping me, as the way Luffy met him earlier, he seemed like a ruthless person, but maybe prison changed him? Who knows because you don't know anyone's story as you never met anyone here before.
"Is Devil fruit the powers you guys have?" Your question confused and shocked him as he looked down at you while running. "You don't know what a Devil fruit is? Have you been living under a rock? How did you get your powers from?" I sighed. "It's a story for later, but let us say I was given my power. Honestly, I come from somewhere that doesn't have these Devil fruits." His eyes widened slightly. "Really? Makes sense then, but the whole world has Devil fruits, so I don't understand why your land doesn't have any." I smile. "Like I said, it's confusing and a long story, so let's focus on getting us and the others out of here." He nodded, not questioning it further as he used his sand powers for quicker motion, keeping you in his arms as you all continued to head through the second floor, running from the warden.
As we headed closer, the warden's purple slime launched over us, and my and Crocodile's eyes widened, him bending down, ready to shield me from it.
But, the impact never came, as Mister Three stepped forward, using his candle power, which was impressive, to create a large barrier over everyone as my eyes widened with awe. Some prisoners cheered as he looked back at me and Crocodile. "Are you two alright?!" I nodded. "Yes, thank you, Mister Three!!" I look at the crocodile. "Are you alright?!" I asked, a little worried as his face was close to mine, and he smiled gently and nodded. "Barely even scratched..." I sighed with relief when smiling up at him as he stood up. "Good, I'm glad!"
"Everyone! Go now while you can! I can't keep doing this forever!" Luffy smiled and nodded as the warden sent more Venom to us, which Mister Three blocked again as it signaled us to move.
As we ran, we devised a plan; as Jimbei stated, there might be Navy ships for us to use up there. Luffy decided to stay with Mister Three to help, as Luffy had an Idea. It was risky, but we let him do it as Crocodile, Buggy, Mister One, and the others went forward, heading to the upper floor.
As we arrived, Bon-chan cheered as they were no more enemies, and Mister One glared at him. "You're letting your guard down, Idiot; what are you amature?" Hurt by his words, he scolded the swordsman as I looked at him from a crocodile grasp. "He's right, Bon-chan; we still need to be cautious. Like Jimbei said, there could be a bunch of Navy ships out there." Bon-chan slumped. "Maybe your right..." "He is right...don't be an idiot, even if it's ten, 800 marines are each on board, as very few of us came up here," Crocodile stated, as I nodded with him. "Yeah! We still need to be cautious, even when stealing a ship!" He understood and nodded in agreement as we reached the front door, and everyone was excited.
I hopped down the Crocodile's arms, ignoring the pain from my leg as I walked up to the door, quickly punching it open. "AHH SO POWERFUL!" The prisoners yelled, and Buggy was shocked too, as the sunlight shined on us for the first time, revealing the sea...and the Navy ships Mister 10 was described in the mist.
I sighed as I put my hand on my hips. "Just as we thought, we knew this wouldn't be easy." Everyone started to freak out, besides the devil fruit users, as Jimbei stood beside me. Everyone! You have me here! Let me handle this!" He announced as I looked up at him, then nodded as I completely trusted him.
Soon enough, he walked over to one of the entrance doors, Yanking it off its hinges.
Me and Crocodile smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing, as Jimbei jumped in the water and went under the door, holding it securely. "I can't carry that many, but if anyone is brave enough to steal a ship with me, hop on!" I smirked more, hopping on myself as I wobbled a bit. Crocodile and Mister One landed behind me, but soon, Buggy hopped on, feeling confident as he landed gracefully, his fists going onto his hips; as Jimbei zoomed off, I strumbled a bit from how fast he was going, as Mister One held me steady, holding my shoulders as I smiled up at him.
This was our chance to steal a ship and Help save Luffy's brother...we won't let you down because even if the world bites you in the back...
Everyone deserves an equal amount of fairness...
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Great to have you back? Maybe as a starter, feel free to change me into any old fat guy you want!~
Oh my my, what a lovely buddy of you seeing me here! You're indeed right about me missing my old job, to deal with mistaker like you, young man! I must send a thank you, but guess it's time for me to see what i could still do, am i right? And you, without doubt, is my first subject! Sure, i can "feel free" to do whatever i want to you, heh heh heh…One classic oldie just like always!
With a wave from my hand, the clothes i was wearing was transferred to you. But just right when you get to see your new loose clothes, the tingling intensified into a burning, prickling feeling. You looked down and were shocked to see your bare arms were becoming hairy and bigger as the hair thickened, curly and white. Seeing your hands were wrinkling and age spots appeared on the backs of them, you notice your chest expanded outwards, fat accumulating under your sagging pecs. While your stomach ballooned into a round potbelly that hung over the waist of your pajamas, your back arched over as your spine compressed. But the fun was just beginning…
The loss of your top hair caused a ripple effect, making you rubbed your face in disbelief and felt a long, bushy beard, and realized all your hair had turned stark white. As your hair follicles started hurting, like they were being pulled from your scalp one by one, I poofed out a mirror, letting you see your own full head of hair was falling out in clumps, leaving behind only stubble, completely bald within minutes. I show a good satisfied smile at your face, which contorted in strange ways, as if invisible hands were kneading it like dough. With features completely melting along with your sagging jawline, eyebrows becoming bushy and unruly, protruding outward in a perpetual frown while your ears grew long and droopy, wrinkles deepened around your eyes, making them appear small and beady, including the nose turning more prominent and ruddy, extends under sunken eyes and age spots dotting your bald pate.
While the neck practically disappeared into rolls of fat and wrinkled, crepe-like skin, your shoulders slumped forward as your muscles weakened with those knees cracked and popped as they reversed direction, no longer did you find yourself shuffling instead of walking steadily.
An intense pressure built up within the torso as your internal organs rearranged themselves. While ribs cracked as they expanded, and layers of fat tissue piled up under the skin, softening the contours of your body, the belly swelled outwards into a spherical gut and stretch buttons of your shirt, as the transformation continued downward.
Your spindly limbs thickened with layers of flabby muscle and fat as well as your biceps blew up like balloons, and your chicken legs grows into as stout as tree trunks with your shoes pinched the feet painfully as they distended into wide, flat appendages, toes spreading apart and becoming more rectangular. And with the seams of your pants groaned as a consequence of your pelvis widened and rear expanded into a saggy, misshapen blob, touching final edges is the sprouting of hair across your chest and back, followed closely by the development of a potbelly and now-shrinked bottom lever. And once the changes stop, you should be feel yourself like my "starter", you say, um hmm?
Heh heh, it seems like my powers are still doing good look on you, ain't it? Thanks again for getting me back to the "old" job, ol' pal! Oh, and keep balancing on your big feet mister, lack of medical can't be "feel free" for ya this time! Hahaha, farewell!
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Thank you for all the wishes granted!
May I ask you one too?
I’m a 30 white collar guy from Rome, Italy. I’d love to end us a brute, bald, hirsute, muscle bear and blue collar worker.
I’m so tired of this life, it would be a great restart.
Thank you in advance!
Change in careers mate? simple as. but I think a 30 year old blue collar worker needs a bit more than just to become big and beefy, lets see if you can get a reward for all that hard work.
It was early in the morning, the alarm at the other end of your room on the dresser was blaring. Getting up to turn it off you see 5am displayed on the front. Sure you were used to getting up early for work, but never 5am early?
Scratching your face in confusion you were met with a big scratchy beard. Taken back, you start to feel up your body in the dark. You felt massive and the weight of both realisation and your new size set in. The cherry on top was feeling your scalp to find nothing but a struggling receding hair line. You ran to your bathroom, bumping your shoulder on the door frame still completely unaware of how much space you actually took up. You quickly turned on the light and were greeted with the reflection of a massive muscled bear.
A mixture of hair, muscle and fat coated your entire body. You took photo after photo for a dating profile, surely there would be a ridiculous number of guys who'd want to get under a body like this. Shoving a hand down your pants you felt the size of your hefty new manhood but before you could start to get to know the new you a message appeared on your phone.
From: Boss Man
You better fuckin be awake today I don't want to be bashin on your door and wake up Mickie. I'll be there in 10.
Mickie? who the fuck is Mickie? you thought to yourself
but there wasn't any time for that, you knew your new boss was going to be out the front of your place in a few minutes and you had to get ready. You raced around the house, enjoying how your ned weight felt hitting the floor, and definitely enjoyed how tight and awkward it was to dress yourself. Hearing a car pull up in your drive way you rushed out the door completely missing the small carry cooler on the bench as your left. In your drive way was a older looking work truck with building supplies in the back. An older looking man sat in the front. You'd never met the man before but some how knew it was your new boss. Climbing in the truck you were greeted by the crass voice of the old man.
"Looks like the fucking Gorilla got up on time today"
"You know me boss, I need my beauty sleep" The words just seemed to naturally slip out without thinking
The old man chuckled.
"Hope the sound of the old girl didn't stir Mickie, tell him that after Friday this job will be done and he can go back to dropping you at the compound on his way to work"
"Will do boss" you say, still having no clue who Mickie was
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You'd been working for the better half of the day and were already exhausted when the Idea to get a pic of you in your work clothes hit you.
"who wouldn't want to see a bear in uniform?" you thought to yourself snapping a pic. You tried to find grinder or tinder in the app store but they wouldn't download no matter how many times your meaty paw slapped the screen.
another message appeared on your phone.
From: Mickie
you left your fucking cooler on the bench AGAIN you fucking oaf 😠
Completely baffled by who was messaging you, you ignored the text.
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8pm at night and you were finally home, the boss made you stay late. You thought it would be fun to really work the body and get the blue collar experience but you were just left exhausted.
"alright, take tomorrow off lad, you earned it, and tell Mickie I say hi" A layer of sincerity was hidden in the old man's callus voice.
The truck drove off as you hauled your body to your house with the energy left. All you wanted to do was sleep after that shift. Walking inside the door was unlocked and lights were on in your house. Confused you began looking around but when you walked past your bedroom you were greeted with a warm voice.
"Good day at work babe?"
Looking through the door way you saw a gorgeous man lying on your bed. Memories from the past 10 years hit you like a truck, 4 years of dating and 6 years of the happiest marriage imaginable, It was Mickie, Your Mickie.
You had memories of sleeping with him, and knew what he expected in bed but you, this you, in this reality had never been with him. You rushed to the bed. Putting a knee up on the bed you excitedly undid your belt and began to pull off your pants.
"what the fuck are you doing" he laughed
"I'm gonna love my husband as a man should love his husband!"
"Oh hell no! last time you tried to have sex with me right after work you got sweat, brick dust and insulation all through my clean bed! go take a fucking shower then we will talk about"
You stomp off to the bathroom, struggling to take your shirt off around your massive frame.
"Stop fuckin stomping around you grumpy gorilla, its just a shower!"
A smile cracks across your face hearing his mixture of laugh yelling, as the old you starts to fade and new memories take over. Fully settling into your new life.
#male transformation#muscle transformation#muscle#reality change#male tf#gay transformation#tf story
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Careful What You Wish For
I lay the cheap looking lamp on my bathroom counter as I get ready for a bath. I can't believe I caved and bought it, it's obviously a scam. This stupid lamp isn't gonna grant any wishes, that old man just got some free cash out of me. It doesn't matter, I'll just take a relaxing bath and throw on some Netflix later.
I get undressed and run some hot water into the bath. Some scented candles set the mood for relaxation, and I throw on some music. I dip myself into the warm water, and lay back.
My relaxation doesn't last long however, as a rumbling catches my attention. It's the lamp. It's vibrating with enough force that I can feel it from across the bathroom. Suddenly a purple smoke emerges from the lamp.
"I may grant you one wish." A soft whisper echoes out of the smoke.
What the actual fuck. This isn't possible. Did that guy drug me? Maybe I should just say a wish to see if it's true.
"I wish to be a more mature looking guy who likes sports." I blurt out. I've always hated how much I look like a teenager despite being a full blown adult, so this could fix that. Also I wouldn't mind being a fit guy who likes sports, it wouldn't hurt.
The moment I say it, the smoke starts to travel towards me. All the smoke spirals into my mouth and nose. I should be scared, but it kinda feels nice. A warm feeling sprouts in the core of my body, making me feel relaxed again.
As the smoke fills my body, I feel my muscles twitching. It must be true, my body is changing. My twig like arms thicken, with bulging biceps and defined forearms. My soft hands grow twice as big and fill with rough callouses. My chest puffs out into two juicy pecs and my stomach flattens into a cut six pack. My thighs thicken as I feel my ass plump up. Even my feet look like they've grown a few sizes. I also have to start bending my legs, as Ive become too tall for the bath tub I'm sitting in.
I look at my reflection in the water and see a handsome man in his late twenties. Holy shit, I'm hot! I've got a chiselled jawline with a dark beard covering it. All my features seem more angular, more manly. As I'm observing my reflection, I notice a pelt of dark hair grow all over my body. My chest, my arms, my legs, everywhere is dusted in a coat of hair.
This is everything I wanted. Even the sports. Memories of playing sports all throughout school flood my mind. I especially liked soccer, though I also really liked weight lifting. More memories of my extensive sex life flood my mind, people are almost hypnotised by my good looks.
Just as I'm reminiscing about my past, I remember I should be working out right now. I can't skimp out on my workout routine. I go to get out of the bath and notice I've got my underwear on. Huh, I must have forgotten to take it off before getting in the bath.
As I'm stepping out of the bath, something feels wrong. A warm feeling once again fills my core. I look down and see my six pack fade under a belly of fat. It continues growing until it sags over my underwear. My pecs swell into a pair of man tits, though they still have a solid base of muscle. My arms double in size, though with a soft layer of fat now covering the muscles. My hands thicken until they look like stuffed sausages, as more rough features cover them.
I feel my underwear tighten around my waist as my ass fattens. My thighs thicken until there is no gap between them, and my feet grow many sizes. I even feel my perspective shift higher, as my height increases.
The dark hairs on my body fade to an almost white colour as the hair thickens around my body. As I'm looking down at my body, I notice hair on my head fall to the ground. I look in horror at my reflection in the mirror, I have to duck just to fully see my face. My hairline recedes all the way to the back of my head, leaving me practically bald. My once sharp facial features have softened under a layer of fat. And a double chin has formed under my beard. I look so old.
Though the more I stare at my body, the more familiar it becomes. Memories flood into my mind of my career in soccer. I was a high level player, and a popular one at that. But you age out of professional soccer in your late thirties. I started focusing more on the weight lifting and less on the cardio. There was only so long I could keep that six pack, and turning 50 certainly didn't help with that. I don't mind it though, it makes me feel more manly. And it makes the team I coach more afraid of me.
I snap out of my trance. I grab a towel and start to dry off. Damn I forgot to take off my underwear again, I should get rid of this one anyway, it doesn't fit me anymore. I duck and look at myself in the mirror.
"Lookin good coach." I say as I smile at myself.
I turn to the other side of the bathroom and step on my scale. It reads '350'.
"Damn, I've really let go of myself, huh." I say as I jiggle my gut.
I also measure my height, it reads 6"6. I should have gone into volleyball with the build I had.
I dry off and leave the bathroom. I grab a family sized bag of chips and lay my fat ass down on the couch. I open the tv and it's already on the world cup. I really wouldn't want it any other way.
#male tf#masculine#fat tf#hairy#reality change#male wg#muscle tf#male transformation#age progression
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Something I've always really appreciated about Metal and Hardcore subculture, for all their flaws, is that they were really the first subcultures I was exposed to with notably diverse body types and acceptance around this stuff. Like, say whatever you want about Punk and Emo and stuff, but the reality is a lot of those guys are still super skinny and super white and lacking any body hair and a lot of them don't stick with those subcultures after a certain age. So unless a band is like, stadium rock level popular, you hardly see any older guys hanging around or dressing the way they used to, and it's kinda hard for me to be aging while the music I listen to just stays stagnant in one particular aesthetic / age range.
Metal meanwhile-- particularly southern & Sludge Metal? Has a lot of fat dudes. Dudes who are visibly greying with beer bellies and receeding hairlines. Fuck even a lot of the skinny dudes have receeding hairlines, just fucking look at Blood Incantation. Hardcore is no stranger to this either. It often gets to the point where fans will make "dudes rock" esque posts like "if your frontman doesn't look like this I'm not moshing to your shit" followed by pictures of the 50 year old fat dudes from Immolation shirtless and balding and having the time of their goddamn lives singing about being raging god haters for the 9 millionth time.
And it's crazy cus....Metal has never really been political like that. Like every genre has its moments, sure, but it's mostly just dudes being like "wouldn't it be fucked up if an alien race came down and killed everyone" "wouldn't it be bonkers if a wizard smoked weed lol" "wouldn't it be cool if Zombies were Real". Like. It's just so fucking awesome to me, man. I'm glad I'm back into Metal this year. It makes me feel really good about myself in a way I haven't really been able to articulate until recently.
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HIH10
Eddie jokes, moving your shoulders into the perfect position he sees fit. “Alright b—Tooty, open your eyes.” 🥹😭🧡
‘Soul on fire and the barricade around his heart completely down, grass growing where they lay now, he is enamored by you. The smell of your hair, how tight you are squeezing him around the back of his neck. Your thighs clutching him. He’s a mess. Melting more than Frosty did on the warmest day of the year.’
He’s never been so hungry for affection in his entire life, and you were feeding him crumbs. Couldn’t you see he was on his knees begging, pleading for more?
‘What the hell would he want to do with you if there were so many other women, better looking, and definitely sexier— ready to be his flavor for the night? Being with Eddie was a joke and you were the punch line— why would a guy like him settle down with someone as vanilla as you?’ TOOTY! NO YOU’RE PERFECT.
He runs a hand through his hair and points back at the door to Benny’s, “I— I’ve never given a shit about any girl I’ve been with.” Okay Mr. Suave, chill.😂😂😂
Eddie had never been jealous of silverware before but he would give his left nut and his guitar away to be that lucky heated spoon for just one minute.
‘Eddie is gripping the counter tighter than an old woman gripping her life alert as she tumbles to the ground.’ LMAOOO NOT A LIFE ALERT LADY!!
Every line is memorized, the color is painted more beautifully than that asshole on tv painting sceneries of birds and rivers. NOT YOU COMING AT BOB😂😭
Placing the cinnamon rolls into the center of the warmed oven, you turn to find him behind you, silver Christmas ornament bulbs hanging from his nipple rings. “Think Walt would hire me to dance on stage for Christmas?” If Walt won’t the coven will.😂🤣
Eddie & Tooty & Wayne celebrating Christmas together? Our beloveds🥹
‘fingers clutching to the silky wrapped handles of the gift bag with Santa’s fat white ass climbing up into a chimney on the front.‘ 🤣🤣
The necklace is heavy, something weighing it down but you can’t be sure what it is, it’s not until you glance at his hands that you notice one of his rings is missing, the chunkiest of them all, the pig head is no longer on his middle finger, but around your neck instead. “There,” he announces in finality, his eyes dip to your lips, the necklace and back to your eyes, “aren’t you just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” <- screaming, rolling on the floor kicking my feet up in the air….. I’m fine. 🥲
Thrashing on his guitar, Eddie starts the tinny opening to Metallica’s Wherever I May Roam, followed by Gareth beating into his drums. One of my all time favorite songs. 🖤
‘the bride is getting a piggyback ride from a balding man you recognize to be wait what? Wayne Munson, reliving his glory days and having the time of his life as her white veil is worn around his head, cigarette hung limply from his thin lips.’ OKAY WAYNE I SEE YOU 👏🏼
“this next one is for the biggest brat, pain in my ass, absolutely the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever known, we haven’t played this song in years, but I know it’s her favorite.” 😍😍😍
*The twins show up* Me: “These bitches…”
“this next one is for the biggest brat, pain in my ass, absolutely the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever known, we haven’t played this song in years, but I know it’s her favorite.” BITCH!!! MAN UP AND ASK HER!
Floating higher to the galaxy he swore he would take you to, tank full of gas, dancing you around in his arms on Saturn’s rings, diving head first into Jupiter’s springs. <- ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!!
GAH DAAAAAMN. I’m screamin’…. Knocked this chapter out of the park! So much fluff followed by a tiny bit of angst and just a smidge of spice 😮💨🔥…. When those bimbos showed up 😤 BUT ANYWAY, I’m so excited for next chapter! Our idiots deserve the absolute best! I can’t wait for Eddie to show her how a real man treats his woman. 😍 Obsessed with this story and you!!🧡
B I love you.
HIH 9
I was dying laughing writing Wayne giving the bride a piggyback ride 🤣
#honey im home#eddie munson#eddie x fem!reader#eddie x you#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfic#fic recs#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson angst#stranger things
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A question, bro: you've shown us many specimens of man, but what are you like? You can't tell from the profile photo… I just see that you have a beard. are you tall or short? are you naturally hairy? do you have muscles? do you have fat in your peace? in short, are you satisfied with your genes and would you also need a genetic update like many of us? I'd love to be able to see a shirtless photo of you… I'd be more motivated
I am 175 cm tall, moderately hairy, have a fairly good beard growth, bald head since 19, of normal build with a growing belly. :D
Maybe I'll upload photos in the future if I feel like it.
In real life I am more frugal than in my ideal world outlined here. But yes, I would like to be taller, darker and hairier, just more mixed, if I could change it. :p
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I really can't understand why so many worship white jocks here. I just think pale skin is unfavourable, speaking as a pale sufferer from my own experience :(. You can see every spot, they tend to get more pimples, age faster and their skin is just generally more sensitive. That's why I really adore brown dudes. Even guys with Nordic facial features and dark blonde hair look much hotter with dark skin, in my opinion. Especially among light-haired and brown-haired people, in whom the red hair gene is not visually active, but whose skin still has freckles, tend to wrinkle much more quickly, even at a young age, according to my observation. On the other hand, I saw black people who, at 50, still had smooth skin like 20-year-olds. There are also redheads with beautiful clear skin, but that is rather rare.
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