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tfmybody · 2 months

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Catalan internship

Michael was overjoyed. He would never have dreamed that he would be accepted as an intern at the renowned architecture firm in Barcelona. Normally, world-class offices only accepted seniors as interns. And Michael was a sophomore. And he barely spoke a word of Spanish. To be honest, he had lied a bit on his CV. But the internship didn't start for another three months. Until then, he would learn Spanish and learn so much that it wouldn't even be noticeable that he had only just started his studies.

When he was on the plane to Barcelona three months later, Michael didn't speak a word of Spanish and had gained a lot of experience in frat house parties over the past few weeks. The internship was going to be a debacle… And indeed, he didn't understand a word on his first day. And even if he had spoken the language, he would have had no idea what they wanted him to do. Michael cursed the decision to apply for this position. He was only happy when he was finally in the office. He googled "Spanish now". A list of language schools and language apps came up… Boring stuff… That didn't help him now either… And then, already on page 2, came "Become Spanish in just a few moments". Chronivac… Never heard of it… "In-app purchases possible." Never mind, Michael had his dad's credit card….

"Spanish architecture student in his final year". That was all the effort Michael put into his prompt. That was enough work for today. Michael spent the rest of the day looking for trendy bars for tonight.

Miguel wasn't overly punctual when he came into the office the next day. Why the hell didn't he understand anyone here? The language sounded like a gibberish of Spanish, French and a few more languages. Fortunately, everyone here actually understood Spanish. And for a reason Miguel couldn't quite explain to himself, Miguel spoke fluent English. This made it easier to flirt with the other interns from Germany, Poland and the USA. Unfortunately, Miguel quickly realized that everyone else here was far superior to him professionally. Despite his advanced studies, Miguel was a complete layman compared to his colleagues when it came to creativity, structural engineering and building technology.

"A young Spanish architect". And "Enter".

Miguel hated his small apartment in the suburb of Barcelona. He designed the most beautiful houses, the most spectacular skyscrapers. And he lived in this shoebox. Okay, to be fair, Miguel didn't actually design anything. Miguel drew staircases. Staircases for the most beautiful houses, the most spectacular skyscrapers. Buildings that someone else in the office had designed. One of the big bosses who were in the limelight, who were celebrated in the press. The stars of the Catalan architecture scene. Miguel could puke. In itself, he could have been satisfied. He wasn't earning too badly. He was a good-looking man. But he spent ten to twelve hours a day in the office. He had never seen one of his construction sites. He left his home at 06:00, he came home at 19:00 or not until 20:00. Sport? Going out? Meeting friends? He was already happy if he managed to finish a ready meal in the microwave. Didn't he have this app? He felt like he had last used it years ago. "One of the big boys in the office," he wrote. Tomorrow he wanted to be one of the bosses.

As a Spaniard, Miguel was used to having to earn respect. The cursed Catalans always thought they were better than everyone else. That was one of the reasons why Miguel almost lived in the gym. Sleep, gym, office, gym, sleep, gym… Getting his muscles to burn was more important to him than being successful here in the office. And with the muscles, success somehow came automatically. In meetings, he was always looked at when a question was open. Miguel knew that he wasn't actually the most talented architect in the office. But thanks to his impressive physique, he had managed to carve out a reasonably decent career. He earned good money, he had a summer house in Mallorca, he fucked the interns. And he was sometimes allowed to suck off one of the gods, the bosses of the office. No more. No less. His career had come to a natural end. He was just 42 years old. Damn it, it had to go on somehow. But as a Spaniard in Catalonia? Not a chance! He searched for this app… What was it called again? Chronivac. What should he enter as a prompt…? "My own master. And Catalan"

Miquel got up at 05:00 and immediately started lifting weights in his carpentry workshop. As a self-employed man, he didn't have a minute to lose. His apprentice and his two fellow carpenters arrived between 06:00 and 06:30. Most of his neighbors could set the clock so that the circular saw would start howling at 06:30. This did not necessarily make Miquel and his workshop popular. But his father and grandfather had already built cupboards and tables here for the neighborhood. The family had made a small fortune. And Miquel was a celebrity in his neighborhood. They called him "the Catalonian Arnold". And indeed, he was not much less imposing than his great role model. When customers came to his workshop, he always went out of his way to flex his muscles. Many of his customers attached great importance to him personally installing the furniture. And it was not uncommon for customers to have the air conditioning turned off. No matter. As a rule, he worked bare-chested whenever possible anyway.

Miquel was a good craftsman and not a bad self-promoter. But as a businessman, he was a failure. His accounts were constantly empty, the demands of social security and the tax authorities constantly hovered over him like a sword of Damocles. How he would love to simply chisel iron and work with wood. His two passions. In fact, he felt like an accountant. He wrote "Be free" in this strange app.

It had been a few years since Miquel had sold his workshop and the house in Barcelona. He had never been back since. But he had heard that Japanese-Chilean tapas were served where he had once assembled cabinets. Although he had received an indecent amount of money for the property by his own admission, he would be able to eat there for maybe a year and then he would be broke. But the last thing he dreamed of was eating Japanese-Chilean tapas in Barcelona.

He no longer worked for money in the village where he had bought an abandoned carpenter's workshop. He worked when he felt like it. Or when someone asked him to. Of course, after just a few hours, his muscular body made him a household name. But first and foremost, the few remaining inhabitants were happy that there was a carpenter in the village again. And what a carpenter. Good with the plane. And good with the tail. Miquel had nailed everything there was to nail in the village. His cock was in a jockstrap encrusted with cum and precum. He stank of sweat and musk. If it bothered anyone, Miquel would press their face into his armpit. Either he was rid of the annoying troublemaker afterwards. Or he had a new victim to fuck. Everything was actually perfect… But something was missing.

Miquel hadn't had a cell phone for years. Anyone who wanted to reach him could reach him. He wasn't a hermit. He had internet in the former sheepfold that he converted into his last home. His supposed last home. Who would know that?

He still remembered the moment when he switched off his last phone for the last time. He had used Chronivac for the last time shortly before that. "A contented man in his prime". Damn, that was him.

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tfmybody · 2 months

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Quick Changes

Sometimes you just need a new body for the day. But it can be so hard to pick one out. For example yesterday I woke up in the twink body I had been wearing for a couple days but I needed a change.

I thought, maybe a little bit older. Less hair on my chest, more on my face. The changes happened quickly and my new body looked back at me in the mirror.

It still didn't feel right though. What if I were a muscular Italian model? My body exploded with new muscles stretching my new skin tight.

Yeah this felt better, but still something wasn't right. Maybe another big change. What if I were an Australian football player. My new muscle definition disappeared but my muscles grew even larger still. My new face was less manicured and more rugged. New tattoos appeared on my arm.

"Nah" I said with my new accent. What if I were just Australian, no football player. My body shrank a little bit leaving me as a fit gay Aussie.

I was getting closer to what I wanted. I could feel it. One more try. What if I were South African. I felt my body shift again, my heritage switching. My muscles shrank a little again and a light dusting of hair spread across my chest.

Yeah. That's it. Much better.

But that was yesterday. And today I'm still this South African twink. But I need a quick change again.

Who do you think I should be today? What body will you give me? Maybe I'll give you one in return too.

#tfmybody #shapeshift #bodyswap

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tfmybody · 3 months

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Feeling a little bored tonight. Who wants to swap bodies with me? No guarantee we swap back. Send me a message!

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tfmybody · 4 months

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The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is fire up my computer and open up Chronivac. It’s usually still pre-loaded with all of my settings from the night before, and I’ll make just a few quick adjustments if I need to. Maybe I’ll change the color of my eyes, or give myself a different hairstyle for the day. Or give myself a smooth face, or a little bit of stubble to wear for a different look. I’ll increase my muscle mass a little bit and decrease my body fat when I want to look leaner, or sometimes give myself a “bulkier” look when I’m feeling it. You know, just small stuff like that.

Sometimes, though, I’ll make some more dramatic changes, like changing my entire race, or giving myself a ridiculous porn star cock to walk around with for the day. And sometimes, although pretty rarely these days, I’ll put everything back to the original default settings and start completely from scratch.

Once I’m happy with all of my settings, I hit “Apply” and let the transformations sink in before I go about getting ready for the rest of my day. If I don’t get something quite right, I don’t worry about it too much… After all, I can always change my appearance later in the day if I want to.

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tfmybody · 4 months

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Immigrants

Sometimes people are hypocrites. And when they are I like to take a moment and fix it. Take Rob for example, like many Brits he was living in Spain enjoying a warmer climate and a different lifestyle than he would get back home.

That's totally fine, except he had some pretty interesting views about immigrants and how they should go back to where they came from, which was funny coming from an immigrant himself. So I helped him so that he wouldn't be considered a hypocrite any more. Did you think I was going to change his opinions? No, I'm planning something more fun.

Rob is an active guy, he enjoys hiking a lot. So during his next hike I seized the opportunity to swap him into the body of a local called Alex. One moment he was leaning on a rock taking in the view below him, the next he was looking down at a pair of feet that he was sure didn't belong to him.

Rob's mind was racing. What had happened? Where was he? Why was he wearing different clothes? Suddenly he heard someone yelling at him in Spanish, he understood perfectly what was being said which was new for him. His body began to move without him realizing. It through itself into a workout routine that Rob did not know and no matter how hard Rob tried he couldn't stop himself from doing it.

An hour later the workout was over and he headed towards what he somehow knew where the changing rooms. By now he had resigned himself to being forced to follow this bodies routine. As he entered the changing rooms he passed a mirror and caught a look at himself.

He was totally different. His skin was more tanned, his hair much longer and more styled, like his new moustache. His looked shorter than he did before, his skin smoother as if he took better care of it. His hand slipped into his pocket pulling out a phone. Rob typed in the passcode without thinking and took a quick picture which he uploaded to his new instagram account. He watched as comments in Spanish from guys rolled in calling him hot and cute. In his mind he was horrified, as a straight dude why was he getting all this attention from men, but there was also apart of him which was starting to enjoy it, just like his body did too.

As he continued to the shower he explored his new body more closely. Feeling his new body, the muscles, the body hair, every inch. Rob couldn't tell anymore if this was the body leading him, or him controlling the body. But it felt good now either way. Stepping out of the shower he got to see his near naked body.

He grabbed his phone and took another picture, except this time he opened up Grindr and added the photo to his profile. Seeing all the other profiles on his screen made him get hard. Rob was no longer fighting it, his new body wanted it, and so did he now. Any trace of being straight erased from his mind.

He quickly got dressed ready to get on with his day. He looked down again seeing the outfit he was now wearing. It was like nothing he would typically wear, but now he thought it looked stylish. Of course he did, it was what Spanish guys like him wore. The last traces of Rob's Englishness faded away as they were replaced by his new body's Spanish culture.

By the time he walked out of the gym his mind was exactly the same as this body's old host. Rob was no longer an immigrant, and no longer a hypocrite.

#tfmybody #tf #bodyswap

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tfmybody · 4 months

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How about we merge together to become a good dumb jock as we share the same interests of working out and growing muscle

I think we should. Our bodies would slowly melt into each other. Our skin fusing. It starts slowly, your Asian features changing my face.

Then our muscles start joining to be bigger than they were before.

Our skin color changing to be part way between your darker and my lighter tones. Finally our minds completely blend together leaving behind a perfect muscular jock who likes to be in the gym and show off his body.

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tfmybody · 4 months

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Hmm. I need a subby muscle bottom. Maybe one that grows me into his perfect muscle top. You seem like the perfect candidate…

Well damn I like what you've done with my. I'm such a muscular little sub now who just needs to get filled by his dom. Are you ready to become a perfect muscle top @leo-muscle?

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tfmybody · 4 months

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I'm feeling naughty tonight. Tell me what you'd do to me, transform me, use me, play with me! Let's have some fun!

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tfmybody · 4 months

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Sounds like it's going to be a fun 2024 for me!

Maybe you will be stuck in my twinky body for the next year

But I guess that raises the question of what will happen to me

Thanks for volunteering and forfeiting your body for a year but there's no guarantee it'll be used, however I'll make sure you spend your 365 days in something fun.

Gonna just leave you in here now with this massive peach of an ass, In fact as long as you are in this body all anyone is going to notice is your ass, and you'll spend all of your free time making sure it\s all they notice, all clothing becomes tight and leather, every guy who asks to touch it will instantly tongue fuck you till you cum and when you don't get your ass the attention it craves you'll become uncontrollably horny. So thanks again for your donation even though now you'll ne stuck with this insatiable new ass. Either way I know you'll be close to me for the next year!

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tfmybody · 4 months

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A Christmas Wish

I'm sure everyone here wished for a new body for Christmas on the off chance Santa was listening. The hope that Christmas day you'd wake up experiencing new muscles, a new face, new personality. I think this year someone was listening, because I woke up with a set of abs I could never have imagined possessing.

After thoroughly exploring my new body I discovered I was now an amateur porn star.

Show me what bodies you all woke up with this Christmas!

#tfmybody #bodyswap #shapeshift #tf

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tfmybody · 5 months

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Merging

My boyfriend has a unique skill. You see, he is able to combine his body with someone elses, merge with them to create a new man. He never likes to do it for long though. If he stays merged for too long he runs the risk that people might notice that he, or whoever he's merged with, is missing. That's why after a year of dating he reveled his ability to me. The feeling of merging was like an orgasm he told me, and he didn't want to give it up. But he also didn't want to go around merging with random people and have me worrying he's disappeared and come looking for him. So we struck a deal, he would always let me know if he was going to merge with someone. It turned out though that we enjoyed merging with each other so much that he only rarely merges with anyone else.

This is what we look like usually, when we are ourselves. When we started dating we were much smaller. But my boyfriend had been merging with personal trainers so he'd have access to their knowledge and would be my personal trainer. He had done that for a couple years until we had packed on enough muscles to our liking. I admit, we are pretty hot and as a dual income household with no kids, we really did have a pretty sweet life. But that didn't stop us from mixing things up. See when we merge my Colombian body with his English one, we end up becoming an equally hot Mexican-American guy.

We spend a lot of time in our merged body, who we named Alberto. Whenever we go on vacation the first thing we do is merge and spend the whole time as Alberto. It saves money on hotels and travel, not that we needed to, but it also meant that we could go out and party and bring whoever we wanted home with us and not worry about the hassle of a threesome. We also spent a lot of our time at home as Alberto. We'd come home from work and merge together, watching in the mirror as our two muscular bodies slowly shrink into each other. As our faces morph together growing Alberto's stylish moustache, and our dicks combine to create Alberto's larger appendage. We would dress ourselves in clothes we grab from the wardrobe we have especially for Alberto's clothing since he is smaller than our actual bodies. The evenings are easier merged, it's easier to cook food for one, we don't have to compete for space on the sofa, and we don't have to debate what movie to watch as our minds are merged and we pick what Alberto would watch. Sometimes we even forget to unmerge before we go to sleep, which makes for a confusing morning as we try to do our two separate morning routines in a single body.

We'd had this routine for several years now, and as fun as it was. My boyfriend did miss the wider array of bodies he could be in when he merged with other people. And I was also curious what it would be like to merge with someone else too. That's where Zach came in.

My boyfriend and I had met him at our local gym. We had a similar gym schedule so we'd often run into Zach during our evening workouts. We'd built a polite friendship over the past months and even gone out for some drinks before. He would tell us about his dating life and we'd give him advice about which ever guy he was pursuing at the time. We'd never fooled around before or anything but that was about to change. Zach had never met Alberto before, but my boyfriend and I knew enough about Zach to make sure we could score a date with him and take him home as Alberto.

So one note we merged and headed to the gym as Alberto. Zach was clearly waiting for my boyfriend and I to show up, probably eager to talk about some dating woes. But when we struck up a conversation with him as Alberto we knew all the right things to say. Zach opened up to us, unaware of who he was talking to, over the course of our workout that evening and once we were done and headed to the changing rooms I (I guess my boyfriend and I) knew Zach was eager to get some action in the showers. We found him in a shower stall in the corner naked and already hard and quickly dropped the towel from around our waist and began making out with him. Zach was so distracted by making out and rubbing his hands over our body that he didn't notice as our chests began to sink into each other. His hand no longer just running over the top of my skin but moving around inside my body. Within a few minutes you couldn't tell that two people were hooking up in the shower but rather a disfigured lump of flesh. Our new combined body began to take on a human form again. The torso began to expand, less defined than either Zach's or Alberto's but still covered in muscles with a layer of fat over the top. Large biceps became adorned with tattoos and our new body grew taller than either Alberto or Zach had been before. A thick mane of graying hair grew from our head as thick stubble grew from our jaw. Alberto's moustache appeared on our upper lip and our face aged as wrinkles appeared. In our mind Zach's personality and memories began to mix with Alberto's to create a new persona, a mature man who enjoyed the finer things in life but also one who came home with a different guy each weekend.

Our new body finished up in the shower and headed back to the changing rooms to grab a pair of gray sweatpants that belonged to my boyfriend from Alberto's locker. That evening the three of us enjoyed some of the most intense sex with Zach's roommate. The next morning we headed back to my boyfriend's and my apartment to decide if it was time to unmerge. But standing in the mirror examining ourselves, our new personality decided he wanted to enjoy this life a little longer. He knew eventually he'd have to let Zach, my boyfriend and I backout again. But he knew that my boyfriend and I had unlocked a new desire in our relationship to bring a third into our merges more, and that Zach would want to be involved regularly.

If you ever see the three of us merged somewhere, come say hello. We'd love to add you to our body as well and see what we become.

#tfmybody #merging #tf

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tfmybody · 5 months

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What We're Thankful For Pt.4

Part 3 here

I woke up to the sound of the shower running the bathroom attached to the bedroom. It took me a second to remember it must be my new husband. I rolled over and looked at the new version if myself that Adam had given me in the mirror. It always took a few days to get used to being in a new body.

It had been a week since Thanksgiving. The new twins Ben and Charlie went to New York, Adam went back to his new dorm in Denver, and I got on a flight to Australia where my new husband was waiting for me. The four of us hadn't really talked much since we all left, we had focused on fully adopting our new lives. I had thrown myself into my new career as a firefighter and had discovered that I really enjoyed it. It also meant I had plenty of time to workout when not on shift and enjoy the big body Adam had given me.

The other thing that made my new life great was my new hot husband. I had lived in gay bodies before, but none that was so sexually active. And now that my new husband was an onlyfans star there was plenty of sex happening, and plenty of money to travel too. I know that this year will be a great one, but I can't wait to see what we're all thankful for again next year.

#tfmybody #shapeshift #tf #chronivac #WhatWe'reThankfulFor

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tfmybody · 5 months

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I'm bored of my current body. Who do you want me to become? Send me a message and let me know. Turn me into whatever you want boys, my body is your plaything tonight.

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tfmybody · 5 months

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What We're Thankful For Pt.3

Pt.2 Here

Ben picked up the Chronivac, looked at Adam, and then began to type. I watched as he focused his new face on what he was typing, the new muscles in his arms rippled every time he moved his fingers. Within moments he was done, pointed the Chronivac at Adam. "I'm thankful that even though I'm in my 30s in New York, I have a college age bro in Denver who takes me to all the hottest bars when I come visit. I'm thankful he's a tiktok star always flaunting his jock body on the internet when he's not hiking, working out, or flirting with chicks."

As Ben spoke Adam's body changed. He's current 30-something year old body began to look more youthful. The wrinkles he had developed began to fade away to be replaced by a smooth white skin stretched tight over his expanding muscles. He grew taller too, not just expanding outwards as his muscles pumped up. His head began to shift as his jaw became sharper with light stubble growing out. His face was perfectly framed by his flowing brown hair. Within seconds standing shirtless infront of use in gray sweatpants was the new Adam.

Just as Ben and Charlie had done before he ran off to the bathroom to check his new body out. We soon got a series of pictures in our group chat of him trying on new outfits that suited his younger jock body better.

I could feel myself getting hard as I looked at the pictures and saw Adam settling into his new personality. I could tell Ben and Charlie were also finding it hot. It was funny that Charlie had decided to make Adam a hot straight guy, preventing Charlie from being able to enjoy that body. But maybe the new Charlie found that hot.

Adam came back out soon after and picked up the Chronivac. "You're turn he said" with a mischievous smile as he turned to me.

#tfmybody #shapeshift #tf #chronivac #WhatWe'reThankfulFor

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tfmybody · 5 months

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What We're Thankful For Pt.2

Pt.1 here

Adam looked around the group picking out his target. He locked eyes with Charlie and began typing into the Chronivac. After a minute he stopped typing into the device and looked back up. Adam began to speak, "I'm thankful that you're parents came from India to LA a few years before you were born. I'm thankful you grew up in LA before moving to New York City for college a decade ago where you discovered a love for the gym and showing off your body. I'm thankful that you found a job working in a bodega that lets you pay your portion of the rent for your shared apartment and leaves you with plenty of time to party and show off your body."

Once Adam was done talking he pressed a button on the Chronivac and we all watched as Charlie's body began to change. His skin slowly got darker from its current pale white until it had reached its new brown tone. Dark hairs began to sprout across his chest spreading across his growing pecs. The hairs began to spread down his stomach as his abs became less defined. At this point Charlie stood up in the hot tub to get a better view of what was happening to him.

We watched as he began to shrink, his height fell to 5'10" from his previous bodies 6'2". By now his body looked completely different from toned smooth body before. The changes to his body seemed to stop as his face began to reshape. His long blonde hair pulled back towards his head leaving a short thick tangle of black hair on his head. A short and well groomed beard began to grow out of his face as his eyes turned brown and the transformation ended. Charlie ran inside quickly to find a mirror and within a second he'd sent a picture of himself to our group chat.

After Charlie had examined enough of his new body he came back outside and grabbed the Chronivac from Adam. He turned to Ben and told him what he was thankful for. "I'm thankful my parents had identical twins. I'm thankful that my twin works as a club bar tender and makes enough to pay his half our rent. I'm thankful that my twin is not only physically identical to me, but has the same personality as me." Charlie then pressed a button on the Chronivac and we watched as Ben's body expanded and transformed until he was identical to Charlie. Ben didn't waste anytime running inside just like Charlie had done before to see all of him.

When he came back outside he sat next to Charlie in the same pose. It was weird seeing them move almost totally in sync, but I guess they'd been subjected to the same transformation so it made sense.

Ben picked up the Chronivac, looked at Adam, and then began to type.

#tfmybody #shapeshift #chronivac #WhatWe'reThankfulFor #tf

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tfmybody · 5 months

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You can stay with Me

🇬🇧 ("Puoi stare con me" Versione Inglese)

Massimo was drinking his coffee standing in the middle of the living room, staring at the objects he had just purchased to decorate his small apartment in the center of Milan. That little house had cost a fortune, but at least now he lived near the bank where he worked. The decorator had done an excellent job, the apartment looked like it came from a photo in a furniture catalogue, plus Massimo's refined style and obsession with cleanliness meant that the apartment always remained perfect, like new. Massimo's life was divided between work and that small empty apartment. Even if the space available was very little, Massimo would have shared it very willingly, he had been dreaming of a relationship for some time, but at the dawn of 45 the poor employee had stopped fantasizing, also because his relationships (in the rare cases in which started) did not last more than a few dates. Massimo had some relatives (whom he rarely heard from) and a small group of friends, who very rarely was joined by anyone else.

That Friday evening Massimo's small group of friends had invited him out for a pizza, but it had been a hard day and Massimo didn't want to go out with the usual people to hear the usual conversations, much less in front of a slice of fat and greasy pizza. Massimo often fasted; he had a complicated relationship with food. His physique was frail and thin, sometimes people looked at him and wondered how such a lean body could support that big head full of black hair. Massimo shaved and waxed: the streets of Milan were full of young, handsome, thin boys who seemed to be blessed by nature. Massimo had chased that ideal of beauty for years, but at his age he looked almost grotesque filing and limiting his small body. Massimo used to be chubby as a teen and was terrified of becoming like that again, his body would have gained mass without too much effort if he hadn't placed all those limitations on himself. His body was like an oak tree that had been given the treatment of a bonsai, cutting off all the branches and not giving it the chance to grow.

At one in the morning a notification interrupted the music, which Massimo had been keeping in the background for hours with his Bluetooth speaker. In the "friends" WhatsApp group Paride had written: "Guys, I missed the last train, I think I have to see if there’s a replacement bus or if I can call a taxi". Paride didn't always go out with Massimo and his friends, because he lived in the province and had to take the train to reach the center of Milan. He was 28 years old, not too tall, a little chubby but with a nice face. He was polite and kind, Massimo liked him a lot but knew he had no chance with him, because Paride had been having a relationship with another boy for some years, a practically perfect relationship, if marriage between two men in Italy had been legal those two certainly would have been married.

Massimo was sorry to have missed an outing in which Paride was also there, but perhaps luck that evening had given him the very rare chance to spend some time alone with him. "If you want you can sleep here with me" Massimo wrote in the group chat, blushing. Paride and Massimo, even though they had known each other for years, had never spent time together alone, Paride's boyfriend or some other friend was always present. In addition to this, Massimo was very shy and rarely entered into his friends' conversations, so when they were in a group, Paride barely looked at him.

"OMG! Thank you very much Massimo, I'm on my way"

After 25 minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Massimo, Paride rang the doorbell and Massimo opened the door. Upon entering, Paride took off his shoes, he had already been to Massimo's house and knew well that that was the rule in his house, because Massimo hated dirt. For Paride, entering Massimo's house was always a bit like entering a sanctuary, he was terrified of breaking or dirtying something, even just breathing made him feel out of place. After some lukewarm pleasantries, Massimo invited Paride to sit on the sofa, the conversation ended immediately and an awkward silence filled the air.

"Do you want something to drink or eat?"

"Just a glass of water, thanks, the pizza made me thirsty"

Paride drank slowly, trying to fill that silence that seemed suspended in time. "Should I sleep here?" Paride said pointing to an inflatable mattress properly prepared with sheets, pillows and blankets. He was usually self-confident when he chatted with friends, but now he almost seemed embarrassed. Instead of his eyes, Paride stared at his friend's slender feet, embraced by two white and red socks made of thin fabric. Paride had a weakness for men's feet, it wasn't really a fetish, but there was a sort of attraction. Taking his gaze away from the socks and placing it at random on the turned off television he thought: "I wonder if this thing of making guests take off their shoes is an excuse to see them barefoot", then he forced himself to think of something else. "If you prefer, I'll leave the bedroom to you, I've already changed the sheets" said Massimo. The image of Paride in his bed was exciting to Massimo, even though he knew full well that he wouldn’t dare to join him.

-No, this mattress will be fine, I don't want to be too intrusive.

-Are you sure?

-Yes, you are already giving me such a great gift by letting me stay here.

Massimo in his bed struggled to fall asleep, he couldn't remember the last time a boy had stayed with him to sleep; Paride had not stopped by to spend the night with him, yet Massimo was thrilled that he was there, in his house. Around three in the morning Massimo woke up with a start: Paride was getting into his bed. "What happens?" Massimo asked, "Sorry, I didn't want to wake you, I think the air mattress has a hole. Does it bother you if I sleep here?" Paride replied.

-Don't worry, come, I'll make room for you.

-Thank you, sorry again, I ended up being even more intrusive than I thought.

-No, I should be sorry, I didn't imagine that the mattress was punctured.

Paride climbed into bed trembling, his skin was frozen because the floor in the living room was very cold, he crouched down where Massimo's body had warmed the sheets. Massimo's heart pounded like a bass drum in his frail chest, that made even more terrified at the idea that Paride might hear him. Massimo didn't even have time to ask himself why the boy hadn't chosen to move onto the sofa, his blood slowly leaving the brain to fill a pulsating erection, which was very difficult to hide when sharing the bed with another person.

Paride pretended to have already fallen asleep, but the fact of sharing the bed with a man who was not his boyfriend did not leave him indifferent either. The image of Massimo's thin feet continually recurred in his head: they were so perfect, they seemed to have come out of a drawing. Minutes passed, in the room there was a silence that seemed almost tangible, alive, as if the silence was a third person, who had to take up his space and forcefully demonstrate his presence. "I wish there wasn't this embarrassment, I wish our relationship was different" they both thought.

It is in the most unthinkable moments that the most incredible things happen.

While Massimo was trying to turn around to hide his erection, his foot brushed against Paride's, who tried impulsively to push him away, but by moving his leg he accidentally slipped it between Massimo's, realizing that the owner of the house was quite excited. “Sorry,” they chorused. "I tried to hold back but I can't do anything about it" added Massimo after a few seconds. "I take it as a compliment," Paride said, barely holding back a laugh. "Who would have thought that you were so well packed" said Paride, "Such a small body combined with such a large and intrusive penis, your proportions should be corrected". Where had such an absurd statement come from? But at that moment Paride couldn't let those words fall back into silence again, the embarrassment would return and it would be much more unbearable than before, so he decided to continue talking: "Actually you are already quite tall, it makes sense that your penis is larger than the average one." Massimo wanted to sink into that bed, shame was devouring him, he didn't notice that his member had started to grow more than it did with a normal erection, it seemed to obey Paride' fantasy like a well-disciplined soldier. "You should be the type of person who eats a lot and works to put on muscle mass, because that thing on such a skinny body is jarring." Massimo's body swelled; Gallons of warm, blood coursed along the fibers of his pulsating muscles, which multiplied in size by the second. Massimo looked like a different person, he no longer looked like a dehydrated twig, but was much more like the oak tree that genetics would have allowed him to become, if only he hadn't skipped meals and joined the gym. "Your personality should also be changed, you should be a little bolder, determined, demanding and ambitious."

A sudden desire for revenge ignited within Massimo, who had the courage to reply: "You talk too much, you're not perfect either, start with losing a few kilos". Paride' body began to do the opposite of Massimo' and as all the excess weight vanished, the skin on his body became toned and firm. Paride seemed more and more like one of those kids so envied by Massimo. "You speak without thinking, you sound like a kid between 19 and 20." Paride quickly rejuvenated, forgetting the relationship he had had for 6 years. "You've become too confident, I don't accept comments like that from just any friend, you can only allow yourself to say things like that if you're my boyfriend."

Paride turned on the light on the bedside table, but neither of them was surprised to see the other totally transformed. "What were we talking about?" Paride asked. Massimo had the impression of having argued, but he absolutely didn't remember what he had said, then he lowered his eyes and saw the throbbing erection which, despite everything, was still there, more present than ever. "Now I understand why you woke me up" said Paride, putting his hand in Massimo's underwear.

The next morning Paride woke up and saw his boyfriend, Massimo, getting dressed.

-Are you going to work today too?

-Living as a couple in the center of Milan isn't cheap, you know, that's why I have to go.

-Can't you stay here with me in bed for a while? Today is Saturday...

-I already told my boss that I would work on an unfinished job.

-You're really sexy in a suit and tie, you know?

Paride reached out towards the belt that Massimo had just fastened and began to unfasten it, then buried his face in his package. "Aren't you satisfied with what we did last night?", Massimo said as he got excited again. "You seem to still be hungry too" Paride replied with a mischievous smile.

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𝘓𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭'𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘵à, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰. 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

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