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The best transformation

The best transformation is male to male shapeshift

The Woolly Socks - Chris

Chris and Dan had been inseparable in the two years since they had met at the athletics club. Thanks to countless hours of running both men had slim toned bodies and it didn't take long for them to become a couple once they had started training together. While their physiques were ideally suited to the track, they both found it hard to keep their bodies warm in the winter. That wasn't a huge problem as it gave them a great reason to snuggle up together under a blanket. That was one of their favorite things to do together, expect for one issue - Chris's constantly cold feet.

Whenever they snuggled Dan joked about having to position himself away from Chris's feet to avoid getting a chill. Chris knew he was joking but it had been mentioned enough times that with winter coming around he decided he should do something about it. At first he was concerned it might be a medical issue, but his doctor had said everything was fine and suggested he simply wear some thick socks to help trap in the heat.

Chris looked at the socks he had picked up and worried they wouldn't work. They were a lot thinner than he had expected to buy, but the owner of the store had recommended them and assured him they would keep him perfectly warm. From Chris's perspective they looked like any other socks but he'd been promised a refund if he wasn't happy so had gone ahead and purchased them.

Chris hadn't intended on buying any socks that day, but he'd been passing the store as he was coming to the end of a run and something made him think it would be convenient to pick something up then and there.

After getting the socks, and finishing his run, Chris had taken a quick shower and was now feeling whatever warmth was in his feet quickly leaving as he stood on the cold apartment floor. So he picked up his new socks and slipped them on his feet hoping they at least do something to keep in the heat.

What Chris definitely didn't expect was to feel a sudden warmth from the bottom of the socks, a bit like he was standing on a heated floor. The warmth then started to spread up his legs. At one point his whole lower body seemed to be burning which momentarily worried him but then he remembered he had just done his normal leg day routine at the gym. Maybe he should have cooled down with some cardio at the end of the session but, like normal, he had skipped that. Dan sometimes tried to get Chris to join him on a run, but Chris had always said no - in fact he avoided any form of cardio as much as possible.

Chris then decided that if the heat he was feeling in his lower body wasn't from the gym then it would definitely be due to the hair. He'd always had hairy legs and even on the coldest days had to wear shorts to avoid his thighs from overheating. That meant that Dan always had easy access to Chris's legs and Chris loved the feeling when his boyfriend rubbed his fingers through the hair on his thighs, it was something so simple yet so intimate.

Some of the heat then passed up through the rest of Chris's body. He started to feel like the room was becoming a sauna and wondered if there was an issue with the heating. As he walked to check the thermostat, he was sure his body was still getting warmer. In particular his chest felt like it was burning up, although Chris then concluded that shouldn't be too much of a surprise given how much muscle and hair he had there too.

Early on in their relationship Chris had once trimmed his chest hair down and although Dan had said he liked it Chris could tell that his boyfriend couldn't wait for it to grow back in. He was pretty sure he hadn't trimmed it since and loved the way it complemented his muscles.

As Chris reached the thermostat he slipped off the socks he'd put on and threw them towards the laundry bin. He wasn't sure why he had put them on in the first place - normally he walked around bare foot enjoying the cool feel of the floor.

Chris then figured out what the problem was with the heating - it had been set to come on too early and was far too high. The couple had agreed that when Dan was out then the heating would be off as Chris found it hard to cool down. Even when Dan was home they'd keep the heating on low which Chris found okay if he was just wearing his briefs. Dan didn't love the cold apartment but Chris was always ready to give his boyfriend a furry snuggle if he needed warming up.

Over time Chris and Dan had tried different set-ups, but had come to the conclusion that Chris simply had a body that run hot and there was not much they could do about that.

“Is the room getting smaller, or am I getting bigger??”

Caption: “This body is sheer PERFECTION! I should have stolen it from you sooner. Hope you enjoy your new life in my LOSER body!”

Another best transformation of male to male

The White Vest

Alex was nervous as he looked around the store. He'd never been in this place before, but given it was located away from the main shopping area he thought it would quiet, and therefore, the perfect place to try something on that he would normally be too embarrassed to pick up.

A couple of months ago Alex had got the courage to join a gym. He had always been a skinny guy and still struggled lifting even the lightest dumbbells, but he dreamed that one day he would look like the gym regulars who packed out their shirts with solid muscle. In particular there was one guy who always wore a vest top that fit tightly to his body and showed off the most amazing shoulders. That guy was Alex's gym crush and he would try and steal glances at him whenever he could.

So today Alex wanted to see what he would look like in a vest. He had never worn one before and knew it would probably look terrible on him given his small arms and non-existent shoulders. He hoped, though, that he'd been able to make enough progress to at least see some sort of difference.

The store was quiet, just as Alex had hoped. Other than the man working on the till there was no one else there to pass judgement on him as he hovered near the rack of vests. He knew he was being silly, lots of people even skinnier than him wore vests all the time, but Alex wasn't one of those people. He'd never expressed himself with his clothing so the idea of even trying on something like a vest felt crazy to him.

When Alex thought he wasn't being watched he reached out and grabbed the smallest vest he could find and placed it among a couple of other shirts he'd picked up, but really it was only the vest that he wanted to try on. He quickly made his way to the fitting room and breathed out in relief once he had locked the door.

The fitting room was a lot larger than Alex had been expecting, a lot more room than those at the big brand shops he normally went to. In fact the whole store seemed a bit odd given it was a decent size but yet completely empty. He didn't worry much about that though as he quickly took his shirt off and stood looking at himself in one of the mirrors.

Alex had a little hair on his chest, it was one of the few masculine features that he had. The rest of his body was still as skinny as ever. He reached down for the vest and knew it was going to look wrong on him. He hadn't been able to find a small, so it was already a size too large but there was something comforting in the softness of the fabric that made him still want to try it on. As he slipped it over his head, however, he felt the sadness that he know was bound to come. He was just a skinny guy in an oversized vest.

Alex tried to find some sort of positive, he didn't look terrible, but he couldn't think of anything he liked. He realised the last thing he should be doing was exposing his shoulders and arms. The way that the vest just hung loosely down his chest only made him more conscious of how skinny he was, and the chest hair that was showing just looked wrong.

There was one thing that Alex has now sure of, and it was that he would never look good in a vest. There was no way he would ever be able to put on enough muscle to look okay in one, let alone look good. He really had no idea what had made him think that there was even a chance that it might look good on him.

The sadness Alex felt started to turn to a sort of anger, a rage for putting himself through this. In fact he didn't really know what he was feeling. He tried to calm himself down but he just seemed to be getting more worked up. A sort of warm energy was building in his chest which Alex didn't know what to do with. The warmth was only growing and seemed to be coming from wherever the vest was touching his skin.

For a moment Alex didn't know what to do, and then he realised he was holding his breath so he made a conscious effort to breath out deeply. As he did so his whole body just seemed to relax with the energy in his chest rushing out and filling up his body. It felt unlike anything Alex had experienced before, but as he finished breathing out he knew he was already feeling a lot calmer and whatever anxiety he'd felt was over.

Alex didn't know what had come over him. He took another look at himself in the mirror and he wasn't sure what he had to be anxious about. He loved how the vest he was trying on fit snuggly against his chest really showing off his gains. He also liked that the vest was cut deep enough to show off just the right amount of his fur. He'd tried shaving his chest in the past, but would never do that again, his fur and his beard were the things that made his look complete.

Alex looked down at the t-shirt that he had entered the store wearing and knew he couldn't put it back on - he hated the thought of covering up his shoulders and arms again. So he just walked out of the fitting room still wearing the vest. Turns out the guy at the till didn't mind at all, he was the owner of the place and had had a feeling he might want to buy the vest so had already gone ahead and set up the till accordingly.

As Alex walked out into the street the owner smiled at the thought of another happy customer. He'd been a bit worried when the guy had taken the vest off the rack and covered it with some other clothes. The store didn't like shoplifters, but the guy had looked kind enough when he had come in, so the owner was glad everything had worked out perfectly.

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Hmm… not bad. Sure, kinda douchey, but that’s the idea, right? The babes I’m after want douchey. This one will really get ‘em wet…

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What the hell… I didn’t download this. Fucking bloatware. Fuck! My glasses! No! Shit! Don’t fall into the toilet! Gotchya! Nice save… whoa, almost dropped my phone, too” ChirpChirp      ChirpChirp Thank you for beginning your 1-time trial, Please continue your selections…

I didn’t begin any… whatever, let’s see what kind of bullshit step-tracker or shitty music subscription I’m gonna have delete this time. What? I’ve already made a selection? No “back” button, huh? Fine, not like I’m gonna keep this. Oh, fuck this! This is not for me. What are you, some kind of self-actualization app? “Positive vibes, good thoughts, visualizing the change you want to see in the world?” kinda shit? oh, you mean bullshit? Pretty sure you’re a bullshit, time wasting app. Nothing changes in this world with out work, blood, sweat, and tears… Fuck, you’re not gonna close till I finish, huh? Well… I guess I would like to not have to deal with these fucking coke bottles. I’ve tried contacts, but there’s just too much work and, fuck, I don’t always know where I’m gonna spend the night, too much pussy out there to satisfy. I guess I’d want to have perfect 20/20 vision.

ChirpChirp Thank you. Please continue your selections…

Oh, duh? I want to be able to tan. I’m sick of using like a whole bottle of sunblock each time I go to the beach or practically anytime I go outside. Yeah, I bet I’d look good with a tan. ChirpChirp Thank you. Please continue your selections…

Fuck… this thing better not be reporting this shit to some freak out there… I-I kinda always wanted to have my foreskin back. Be uncut, ya know? Like, my cock is perfect, a huge, pussy destroying sword, but it’d be nice if it still had its “sheath”. Bet that would feel fucking amazing… ChirpChirp Thank you. Please continue your selections… Maybe… I’d be down to look at little younger? Babes know I got cash on me, but some of the girls I’m into give me that look, like, they wanna call me “Daddy” or some shit. I don’t want that to be no one’s “Daddy” Oh, wait, hold on. There are things I like about myself, though. I love my muscles. Worked hard on em. Used to be kind of scrawny. and OF COURSE I love my big dick. Like, who would I even be if I didn’t have this monster fuckstick between my legs. ChirpChirp Thank you. Selections complete. Processing. Sean O’Connell -  Processing -  Sandro O’Connell -  Processing - Sandro Ocampo - Complete

WHAT! NO! FUCK NO! I’M WH- I’M W…. UUNNGGGHH I’M MIXED! What?!?! I didn’t mean to say that.. I’m… Filipino and Salvadorian? I’m Puerto Rican and Brazilian, too? I’m American-born? Wait, start over. My name is Sean O’C- cough cough My name is Sean O’Camp- NO! MY NAME IS SANDRO OCAMPOS!  OH FUCK-OH SHIT-OH FUCK. I can’t even talk about myself, like my FAKE self! Fuck, that’s not what I meant! I meant to say FAKE! FUCK! My tattoos! my sweet fucking tattoos! They cost so much money, and now they’re gone! My piercings! Look at these brown little nipples, I uuunngggghhh fuck, man, these are more sensitive than my fake ones… I just said “fake” without even thinking about it… And… and… fuck, I’m tiny. I can’t be more than like, 5′7 now. Fuck, 6′3 was NEVER my height… Wow, really starting to hate that. Wait, where are my glasses? They’re… I don’t need ‘em, do I? I can see fine! And my skin, so dark, so perfect… I bet I tan all the time. Shit, I look MY AGE. fuck, gotta get past that bullshit. Can’t have my mouth talking over and saying dumb shit like that. Guess I just gotta accept this. Hold up, I still got muscles. Look at these! I mean, they’re not as big as… hmm… I mean, they’re not huge. But they look good on me. Definitely not scrawny. And my rod… I did say… WHOA HAHA! NOT BAD, BRO! I mean, maybe a little smaller than- than other cocks, but still, this is fucking meaty. And on muscle packed, short dude like me, it looks deadly.  My place… It’s my place… not someone else’s. Not some dude’s named Sean. I wonder what part of the City I’m in now. Or if I’m even in the State I think I’m in… Or the coast… Doesn’t fucking matter. Everything looks like it’s forcing itself to work, even my own fucking voice and words. I’m gonna have some fun with some tight, wet, BROS- Oh fuck… nonononopleaseno I… like… COCK I’m a PECS man. I eat DUDES out. I fuck MYSELF ON HUGE DICKS.

shit, no, I don’t wanna be a STRAIGHT DOUCHE. I want to be my GAY PARTYBOI self! ChirpChirp What the fuck now, that fucking app ruined my life. WAIT. Maybe I can use it again. Huh? It’s gone? What the fuck is this orange hockey mask icon? Dudes?!? Its all dudes! I, uhh, hmmm… these dudes are actually… Whoa, little Sandro down there is taking notice of these dudes, haha. Fuck, did I never really think about… I mean, they’re all so gorgeous. Those fucking muscles… those bulges… those smiles… those pecs! ChirpChirp   

ChirpChirp ChirpChirp Oh fuck! Look at all these guys…  ChirpChirp - DblGingr4U: Hey Cutie, WYD? Open couple here, looking for 3rd. Think you can take us both at once?  Jesus Christ… I gotta reply back! XLDownTwunk: Totally down. Gimmie a time and a place! Ha! Is that my user name? Whatever…

I better send em a pic! CLICK DblGingr4U: 🍆 🍆 🍆  How about right now? Fuck ur hot come over right the fuck now lol Hope you enjoy cut ginger cock x2 ;)  XLDownTwunk: Dudes, I’ve loved ginger cock my whole life! Send me your location, I’m leaving rn.

Step-Bro Switch Up! (Re-Upload)

Instead of a new story this week I’ve decided to re-upload an old favourite instead. As some of you may or may not know, the original version was completely wiped from the surface of the internet by Tumblr to the point where there wasn’t even a trace of its existence. I wasn’t even notified of this when it happened which feels like it’s own separate issue considering it was my biggest ever story but I digress. I thought that now might be the appropriate time to re-unleash this story upon the world and allow those who loved the original to enjoy it once again and for those who never got a chance to read the original to discover it for the first time. That said I’m hoping to come out with some new and fresh content very soon but in the meantime I hope you all enjoy this return of an old classic!

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I found myself waking up at 6:30am in the morning which was rather unusual for me but not so much for my body. I soon realised why though as a low rumble came from my stomach. With a sigh I slid out of bed, trying not to wake the other sleeping jock beside me in the process. I didn’t even bother putting on underwear, instead walking to the kitchen buck naked.

I waltzed up to the fridge, opening it up before pulling out a carton of juice. After taking a few huge gulps I lick my lips and let out a deep belch. Next thing I’m rummaging through to see what I can make for breakfast. Had to make sure I kept this big body fed after all. Can’t let all my step-brother’s hard work go to waste. Confused? Well let me start at the beginning…

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A few years back not long after I turned 20 my mom met a guy named Devin who she soon started dating. Pretty big guy with a bearish ex-jock physique. He was 45 at the time so a similar age to my mom and they seemed to get along great. I certainly didn’t mind having some extra dilf eye candy around the house every now and then. I soon learned however that Devin was also a single Dad with a 22 year old son which certainly peaked my interest.

When I first met him I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. He introduced himself as Sam but I was almost too hypnotised by his looks to notice. He was the perfect image of a star college jock with enormous well rounded muscles that bulged under his clothes while standing at an imposing 6’3, practically dwarfing my lean 5’8 frame. And of course he was devilishly handsome too because the hot body wasn’t already enough, even having a great full beard that I was jealous of. I even remember how I had to hide my pulsing boner after he pulled me in for a quick bro hug, his manly scent getting caught in my nostrils.

After that Sam became a frequent part of my jerk off fantasies. Could you blame me? Not only was he the epitome of masculinity but my god did he have an incredible ass. Whenever Sam had his back turned I couldn’t help but have my eyes glued to those massive globes, no doubt stretching whatever pants he was wearing. Honestly I felt truly blessed to be able to spend time around such a man.

Anyway fast forward about two years and my mom had already gotten married to Devin. It was an amazing ceremony but for half of it all I could think about was how me and Sam were now Step-Brothers. We were truly intertwined now. I didn’t think the idea of that would turn me on as much as it did. That fucking hunk, my brother.

Shortly after the wedding however, the roommate Sam had been sharing an apartment with decided to move out and live with his new partner. At first Sam had been considering downsizing to a smaller apartment but when he brought this up I knew this was my chance. I pounced on the opportunity and told him I’d been thinking of moving out for awhile and that it’d be cool to spend some more time with my new brother if he was down for that. To my excitement he actually accepted and the next thing I know I’m moving my stuff out of my moms house and into Sam’s apartment. I was surprised at how clean it all was for the most part. Then again Sam wasn’t your typical dumb jock either, he always seemed very mature and put together.

The two of us got on pretty well living together. We tried to respect each other’s space and chatted a lot as good friends. Luckily I did well to hide my excitement whenever I saw him walking around shirtless, showing off his huge hairy chest, or god forbid only a pair of tight boxer briefs. The day I first saw that was the day I nearly creamed myself on the spot. Oh and while I respected his space when he was around, whenever I was home alone I couldn’t help but give into the devil on my shoulder before rummaging through his room. I tried not to take anything but every time without fail I’d sift through his dirty laundry, pulling out whatever sweaty clothes I could find and relishing in the smell.

For about 6 months that’s how my life was. Living under the same roof as my hot step-bro while trying not to let him see my dirty secret. That is until I found a certain little spell online. Pretty much I’d been searching up some fetishy body swapping stuff online and ended up stumbling across some weird body swapping ritual. Of course I didn’t believe it but the masses of comments on the page claiming it to have worked peaked my interest.

Next thing I know I’m up in the middle of the night waiting until I was certain that Sam was asleep before sneaking into his room. It didn’t take long for me to find the pair of yellow underwear he’d had on that day, giving it a quick sniff before stuffing it in my pocket and retreating back to my room. Once there I was able to start the ritual. I placed the underwear in the middle of a circle I’d drawn on the floor surrounded by candles before chanting some magical phrases that were supposed to enchant them. I can’t tell you how stupid I felt at that moment but I continued on anyway, finishing everything I needed to say before grabbing the underwear again. At that point all I had to do was wear it.

I yanked on Sam’s ‘enchanted’ yellow briefs with the hope that my wish would come true but as I’d expected, nothing happened. With a sigh I cleaned up the mess I’d made with this ritual stuff, feeling like an idiot as I did before heading to bed. I decided to keep Sam’s oversized briefs on though because just wearing them was making me hard even if I was still myself. I remember I’d begun to jack off in them, imagining how hot it’d be to see him wearing them after I’d stained them with my cum. That is until a wave of tiredness swelled across my body and before I knew it I was fast asleep.

It seems I must’ve underestimated that ritual because overnight something truly magical took place. When I awoke I already knew something was off when I noticed my feet hanging off the edge of my bed. I sat up in confusion only to feel much heavier than normal while looking down the bed to see a pair of much larger feet. Next thing I yank off my bed sheets only to find a massive, hairy, muscular body that certainly wasn’t my own.

Right away I was running my hands along the ridges of my abs before grasping the heft of my giant new pecs, loving all the fur as I was previously rather hairless. Jumping out of bed I was quick to discover that my lower body was just as hairy and impressive with huge quads, and impressive calves. And then it started to hit me. I didn’t realise it at first as I’d never seen it from this angle but these giant legs, these bulging arms, these bulbous pecs… they all seemed exactly like Sam’s! I was even still wearing his briefs which now clung tightly to my form as I didn’t fail to notice the familiar bulge in the front. Only… it was my bulge!

At that moment I knew what must’ve happened but my rational mind pleaded that it was impossible. Still I burst out of my room and made a beeline for the bathroom and what I saw in the mirror made me want to cheer, shout and most of all cream my new underwear. I saw none other than the sexy bearded face of my step-brother staring back in disbelief.

As you can imagine I spent the next 20 or so minutes inspecting every inch of my new muscle bound body. I did all sorts of poses to show off my physique in every way, pulled different kinds of weird faces in the mirror, relished in rubbing my hands through the full beard I was never able to grow before. Having the body I’d been lusting over for these past years at my disposal felt like some kind of lucid wet dream. But it was real! From my brother’s handsome face, to his giant muscle ass, to even his fat cock! All mine!

Soon enough I’d yanked off the underwear and started pumping my dick in ecstasy, loving how my hand only just fit the whole way around. Waves of pleasure cascading across my new body as I used my free hand to grope at my hairy pecs, the deep groans I let out only making me hornier. Before I could shoot my new seed however, I heard a scream come from what I can only guess was Sam’s room. Up until now I hadn’t even thought about the real him but judging by that scream I had only one guess as to what’d happened.

Instead of slipping the boxer briefs back on I decided to grab a towel instead and wrap it around my waist. I didn’t want him to think something was up to see me already wearing his clothes after all. With that I turned to the mirror one last time, scanning my face and upper body again with wonder. I still couldn’t get over it.

Upon entering Sam’s room I was somewhat surprised to see an exact copy of myself stood freaking out at his body. I should’ve been expecting it but it was still extremely weird nonetheless. Then, as he saw me stood in the doorway, he went silent. Naturally he was in shock for a good moment or two but as soon as it passed he began shouting a bunch obscenities at me. Demanding who the fuck I was and how I looked like him. He even tried to punch me which I’ll be honest wasn’t all that scary considering I was now twice his size.

Right then I knew I had a few ways I could go about this. I could admit that I caused this to happen, I could tell him that I had no clue how any of it happened, or even pretend to be completely oblivious and act as if I was really Sam. The horny devil on my shoulder told me to rub it in his face that I now had his irresistible jock body and that he was stuck with my unathletic one but I couldn’t. Sure we weren’t super close or anything but he was always friendly towards me and was never a dickhead so I decided to take it easy on him.

I pretended to be just as confused as he was, saying who I really was but not having any idea how this happened. I think I was pretty convincing. We ended up sitting in his room and discussing it for what felt like hours, going over everything that happened last night as Sam tried to comprehend the situation. Of course he only went on and on about finding a way to fix this and I had to pretend as if I cared, trying not to get distracted by my own body. In fact there were multiple points where I had to keep hiding the tent starting to grow under my towel because of how hot it was to look down and see a shelf of muscle sitting on my chest.

Eventually I was able to convince him that we weren’t going to figure this out any time soon so we had to start thinking about how we were going to live each overs lives. As you can imagine he wasn’t all that fond of this idea, protesting it at first but eventually came to see reason. I suggested we should start discussing all the important details we’d need to know but before that I wanted to get some actual clothes on. I had to try not to grin while telling him to get out of my room while I changed. Though I couldn’t help dropping the towel just before he left and showing off the meaty cock and impressive ass he used to have. I caught him glancing back with a look of envy, the very same look I used to give.

Of course getting dressed in Sam’s clothes was an erotic experience in itself. All of these large shirts, pants, briefs and socks that would’ve swamped my former body now fitting me perfectly. I must’ve spent at least 15 minutes or so just trying on different clothes while jerking my cock a little in between until I heard a knock at the door and my former voice asking what the hell was taking so long. With a sigh I tucked my new toy away and waltzed out in what I was currently wearing. A pair of well fitting black shorts and a large pair of black and white socks. I didn’t bother grabbing a shirt since I just couldn’t help but show off this bod. Could you blame me?

When he asked what I’d been doing I simply said I was trying on clothes. He knew there was more to it than that but decided he didn’t really wanna know. Instead we opted to both take a seat in the living room and start discussing things. I told him everything he needed to know about my retail job, which wasn’t a whole lot to be honest, as well as my friend group and what my daily routine was like. Afterwards Sam begrudgingly did the same for me, telling me all about his part time job as a fitness instructor at the local gym and that if we were stuck like this then I’m gonna need to learn how all gym equipment works and fast. He also gave me some inside info on his own friend group as well as walking me through what his football practice is like with the team. Part of me was worried hearing all this as I was beginning to wonder if I could really pull off being Sam but at the same time I was excited beyond belief to get into these social situations and convince people of the new me.

Thankfully it was Sunday so neither of us had a whole lot going on that day which gave us plenty of time to think and adjust without stressing. I spent most of it half naked and I loved catching glimpses of Sam glancing at his former body as I showed it off, even getting a little cocky by flexing every now and then which he didn’t appreciate all that much. Honestly I was surprised at how hungry I was as well and just how much I was able to eat. I mean I guess it made sense since a body this big needs a lot of fuel. Sam helped me a little with my meals though, making sure there was a bunch of protein and healthy calories to make sure I was feeding his body correctly. Later that day he also got me to head out for some cardio which I wasn’t too thrilled about at first but I actually kinda enjoyed it once I got running. I especially enjoyed my new sweaty scent that produced during it, not being able to help sniffing my pits when I got back. Of course Sam told me to go get a shower but before I did I couldn’t help swiftly grabbing him and shoving his face into my musky pits, laughing as he squirmed for a moment before letting him go. I apologised after through my laughter though I couldn’t help but smirk subtly as despite his face looking disgusted, the slight bulge in his pants told another story.

The next day however was when the real challenge started. After breakfast Sam gave me a list of what exercises to do at the gym. I’ll be honest I didn’t know half of them and had to look them up on the way. That walk to the gym however was the first time I noticed the difference in my interactions. Before people wouldn’t pay much mind to me but now as I passed people on the street I’d get some smiling and glancing at me, some giving me an envious once over, others even saying hi to me in a bit of a flirty way. Mostly from girls which even though I was gay I still enjoyed the flattery. Once I was at the gym though, I was in the zone. It’s weird but it was like muscle memory took over. I performed each and every exercise perfectly while loving the pump I was getting. Once again I was having to hide my boner at many points since I couldn’t help but get off to how fucking strong I was now. It did and still does feel absolutely incredible!

Later that day I headed to Sam’s usual football practice with a bunch of his jock friends. Initially I was worried I wouldn’t fit in but I somehow found myself easily slotting into the jockbro mindset and was soon laughing and joking with the boys. It was the same when we started playing, right away it was like my body just moved on its own, knowing exactly what to do and how to play. It was then that I realised I must’ve somehow absorbed a lot of Sam’s skill, know-how and personality when I took his form and I was gradually unlocking it all by putting myself in these situations. Although I don’t think I was playing as well as Sam usually does, not because of a lack of skill but because I was constantly distracted watching all those jock butt’s and bulges squeezed into those football uniforms. Surely at least one of them had to be gay right?

After getting home I found Sam sat on his laptop looking up all sorts of body swapping theory stuff. Of course most of it was fake but he was clearly desperate to get his body back. Sure there might be an off chance he could find the site I used but that a one way transfer according to the spell. Knowing this I told him to not get his hopes up and to just try and make use of the hands we’ve been dealt. As you can imagine he didn’t take that very well at the time.

From then onwards though, I’d say things were pretty easy. I easily convinced my new dad and former mom, now step-mom that I was their good ol hairy jock of a son. I was able to pull off being a fitness instructor with relative ease after going around the gym and using each piece of the equipment to trigger the memories of how to use it properly. I’d convinced all of Sam’s friends inside and outside of the football team that I was him. I’ll say that it took me awhile to fully get used to hearing my new name but whenever I did it was like music to my ears.

I’ve gotta say though, living with the former Sam was more fun than I thought it’d be. I figured it would’ve been weird initially after the switch and that we’d have to go our separate ways but even after just over a week of being Sam I was having so much fun messing with him. For example I almost never wore a shirt around the house, always showing of my huge hairy pecs and whenever I’d catching him staring I’d give a little pec bounce until he looked away in annoyance. I’d frequently pull him in for ‘brohugs’ where I’d either squish him against my chest or trap him under one of my pits until I saw him getting a semi. He’d alway deny having one though which is why I decided to set up a fun little experiment.

Turns out that Ian, one of the other jocks on the football team, was in-fact gay. Wasn’t hard to decipher after noticing his frequent glances at my ass in locker room, not that I can blame him, and how much he blushed when I gave his jock butt a slap after practice. Next thing you know we’re making out under the locker room showers while groping up each overs bodies. It was insane since before I would’ve considered Ian to be light years out of my league but now I had him on his knees with his lips wrapped around my shaft to which I then soon returned the favour. It was here that I got my experiment idea.

Yesterday after practice, I pulled Ian aside and asked him to come back to my place. He was quick to agree and before you know it we were stumbling into mine and Sam’s shared apartment. My former body jumped up off the couch and asked what Ian was doing here. ‘To have some fun’ I believe my response was being making out with Ian in front of him and dragging the other jock back towards Sam’s-well my bedroom. As Ian and I stumbled onto the bed, kissing along each overs bodies as we slowly undressed, I made sure to leave the door open just a crack.

One thing lead to another and before long Ian had his face buried into a pillow as I buried my cock in his ass and I made no attempt to be subtle about, groaning and grunting and my balls smacked against that supple butt. Throughout our amazing fuck session I made sure to keep glancing back at the door and finally I caught exactly what I was waiting for. I saw none other than Sam peeking through the crack in the door and lightly tugging at my former dick. That was all the confirmation I needed that my little bro was just as much of a homo as I was no matter how much he wanted to deny it.

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And that more or less brings us up to the present, waking up early in the morning with Ian fast asleep beside me and being called into the kitchen by my growling stomach. As I searched through the fridge to see what else I could find to satisfy my hunger, I heard a cough coming from behind. Whipping my head around I saw none other than Sam with a judgmental look on his face.

“Don’t gimme that look, you’ve seen all this before.” I say, shaking my hairy ass a little before flexing. Sam rolled his eyes. “No no no don’t act like you don’t love seeing me show off your body, I saw you peeking in on me and Ian last night.”

Sam’s face went bright red. “W-w-what? N-no I didn’t!”

Immediately I shushed him, not wanting to wake Ian before stepping closer. “Oh come on don’t lie, I know you jacked off to it. So what was your favourite bit? The part when you got to see me using your body to pound into another buff dude and fill his ass with your cum? Or the part where you watched Ian totally dominate me afterwards and go to town on your former hairy bubble ass?” By this point Sam was completely speechless knowing that he’d been caught.

With that I lifted up an arm, exposing one of my pits to him but this time I didn’t shove him in it. “Go on, you know you want to. You can try and hide it all you want but you love seeing me show off your body, you love watching me adopt all your little habits, you love watching me slip perfectly into you jocky lifestyle. Just embrace it lil’ bro” He stares at me then at my pit. I could see it in his eyes. Pure lust. And then just as I’d hoped, he gave in to it. I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear as he voluntarily presses his nose into my pit, huffing my musk like a drug. I was even more surprised when he pulled away and immediately dropped to his knees, drooling at the sight of his former cock.

“C…can I suck it?” He asked while grasping it gently in his hand.

“Only if you agree to only address me as Sam from now on, even when we’re alone.” I state looking down at his hungry eyes. He nods in compliance and with that I put a hand on the back of his head and press him down onto my dick, letting him slobber all over it. “But don’t get too used to this. I’m planning on making Ian my boyfriend in the future and I wanna be faithful ya know. So enjoy it while it lasts.”

With that everything has finally fallen into place. The old Sam has finally accepted our new roles, I’ve assumed my new identity perfectly and I might even have a hot new boyfriend soon. My life couldn’t be anymore perfect right now…

Rafael Alencar, 2006 photographed by Joe Oppedisano

Mark and Jason had always been up for new experiences, so when they saw a flyer advertising a local Holi festival, they jumped at the chance to go. Neither of them knew much about the festival beyond its vibrant colors and joyous atmosphere, but the idea of celebrating spring with music, dancing, and colored powders seemed like a great way to spend a Saturday.

They arrived at the park where the event was held, wearing plain white shirts and jeans. The air buzzed with excitement, laughter, and the sweet scent of festive treats. The crowd was a diverse mix of families, couples, and groups of friends, all ready to immerse themselves in the chaos of color.

“Ready to get messy?” Jason grinned, nudging Mark as they approached a table piled high with bowls of colored powder.

“Bring it on,” Mark laughed, grabbing a fistful of bright pink powder. He tossed it into the air, and it swirled around them in a burst of vivid color. The first plumes of pink dust brushed their skin, and they both coughed lightly as the powder settled over their faces and clothes.

As the dust touched them, Mark felt an odd, tingling sensation that spread from his fingertips up his arms. He glanced at Jason, who was blinking rapidly as if he felt something too. They shrugged it off, assuming it was part of the unfamiliar festival experience.

But as they wandered further into the crowd, something strange began to happen. Another cloud of orange powder was thrown their way, and this time, the tingling grew stronger, turning into a warm, almost magnetic pull deep within them. Mark’s skin, once pale, began to darken subtly, taking on a warm, golden-brown hue. Fine hair sprouted along his arms, and his hands, previously clean and manicured, became rougher, calloused, like those of a man who worked with them often.

“Whoa,” Jason murmured, rubbing his face as another splash of red powder hit them. The changes intensified. Jason’s light stubble thickened rapidly, spreading across his cheeks and jaw into a full, dense beard. His previously sharp, angular features softened into a broader, more masculine face. His hair, once a light brown, deepened to an inky black, curling slightly as it grew.

Mark watched, his own reflection mirrored in Jason’s shifting features. His hair darkened and thickened as well, cascading into loose, wavy locks. The changes felt oddly familiar, even comforting. A deep warmth blossomed in his chest, an emerging sense of belonging that he couldn’t quite explain.

They walked further, drawn into the throngs of revelers, as vibrant blue and green powders swirled around them. Each hit of color transformed them further. Mark’s body broadened, muscles rippling beneath his changing skin. His shirt tightened against his chest, showing off a thicker, sturdier build. Chest hair, dense and dark, peeked through the collar of his shirt.

Jason’s transformation mirrored Mark’s. His arms thickened, his biceps bulging as the dust continued to settle on his skin. His posture shifted, confident and proud, as if he’d always carried himself this way. His skin, now a rich brown, glowed under the sun, complemented by the colorful dust that clung to it. They looked down at each other’s clothes, once plain and now transforming into traditional kurtas, decorated with intricate patterns and vibrant hues.

Memories flooded their minds, rewriting the story of their lives. They weren’t just friends stumbling into a Holi festival; they were Sanjay and Amit, a married couple who had helped organize this very event for years. They remembered long nights spent planning, arguing over the best locations, ensuring the festival remained a safe space for their community. They remembered each other’s families, the small, shared apartment that always smelled of spices and laughter, and the pride they felt in being out and open within the queer desi community.

Sanjay reached for Amit’s hand, feeling the rough, familiar texture of his husband’s skin. Amit looked at him, eyes filled with the same warmth and love that had blossomed over years of shared experiences, highs and lows, joy and sorrow. They leaned in closer, their foreheads touching as more powder rained down around them, sealing the transformation. Their minds were completely in sync, fully embracing their new identities.

Amit pulled Sanjay into a tight embrace, their bodies fitting together perfectly, like two halves of a whole. They laughed, the sound rich and full, echoing the joy of the festival around them. The last cloud of colored powder—vivid purple—swirled in the air, enveloping them. Amit pressed his lips to Sanjay’s in a gentle, familiar kiss, soft yet filled with the history of a lifetime together. The world around them cheered and clapped, just another beautiful moment in a day of celebration.

As the dust finally settled, they stood there, holding each other, basking in the warmth of the sun and the love of the community they had helped build. They were no longer outsiders looking in; they were Sanjay and Amit, proud members of the local queer desi community, and this was exactly where they belonged.

Alex Lederman