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Christmas Bonus

Part of the Christmas TF story exchange, for @transformee, enjoy!

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“Staying late on Christmas Eve?” The amused voice of his boss came from somewhere over his shoulder. 

Adam barely looked up from his computer screen, deep in working on new plans instead of thinking about the day he had ahead of him tomorrow dealing with family. Should he be at home getting ready for Christmas Day? Maybe, but he liked his job at LifeCorp working on all the tech they used for their various transformative ventures. 

“Yeah, yeah I’ve just got one more thing to finish up before heading home.” He called back. “Then I promise I’ll get going.”

“Alright, but promise you’ll actually have a break this year! You’ll really earn this year’s bonus.” His boss’s voice grew more distant as he left the building for the evening, leaving Adam alone. 

He knew he only had so long before he really had to go home and stop working for the day. If he could weasel out of the plans that had been made for him with his extended family he could always come back and find something else to do. He’d be grasping at straws of work that didn’t really need doing yet though; even what he was currently working on was practically done. So he worked a little more then finally retired for the evening, praying he’d get through whatever little annoyances always plagued his Christmas day. 

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Adam, You’re probably rather confused right now, but don’t worry! This is all intentional, you’re in the body you’re supposed to be in. After being with us for 20 years we’d like to do something to thank you for all the hard work you’ve given us here at LifeCorp. As one of our dedicated engineers we value all the hard work you’ve put into making this company what it is today. It might have felt like we never noticed everything you did, but trust us we were paying attention! All the time you’ve spent developing and repairing our machines for so many years hasn’t gone unnoticed, so it’s time we reward you for that.  Hence the new body you find yourself in! You’ll be more than familiar with how we work here at LifeCorp after spending such a chunk of your life with us, but for the sake of clarity we’ll go into some detail. This here body is a donation from one of our customers, a life he didn’t want anymore. We relocated him into something more comfortable for him, or rather her now, so this one was up for grabs. You’ll have his name and identity, his money and the rich lifestyle that comes with it. All yours, no strings attached. You’re Tristan Yates now, for good! And don’t worry about your old self or life. We’ve already got someone primed to take over from you so we don’t lose your expertise and muscle memory knowledge, so Adam is in good hands with us.  Relax and enjoy your Christmas bonus! From all of us here at LifeCorp, Jamal Social Media and Communications Manager

Adam stared down at the letter that’d been left on the bedside table when he woke up in disbelief.

It’d been coming up to Christmas and he’d been getting himself ready for another year of making pleasantries with extended family he didn’t like and dodging questions about his weight and lack of a romantic partner. He worked hard and didn’t make a fuss, that was enough for him. He’d never needed for a huge life outside of just getting his job done then enjoying a quiet life doing whatever he pleased, it was enough. Sure maybe other people like the ones that came though his place of employment had more interesting lives, but he’d never had a need for all that fuss; at least not enough need to ever bother with it. 

So now all this was… a lot. 

Just as the letter said he’d always been fine working and not really being taken much notice of, it’d never bothered him. Head down and earn his paycheck doing something he took pride in, that was his MO. But now to be told he was being given such a fine specimen of a body with no strings attached, it was a lot to take in so suddenly for someone that wasn’t used to being this attractive. 

He’d seen his fair share of transformations and body swaps and all manner of other things in the two decades he’d been working at LifeCorp, but he’d never pictured himself as one to experience them himself. Even when the employee discounted changes at Valentine’s Day came around he hadn’t taken advantage of the offer. He just wasn’t that bothered. 

Now though… Now he could feel the strength behind having a body that was sculpted to perfection. One that had every inch covered in muscle and absolutely no trace of the extra fat he used to have. He was out of his depth in this ‘Tristan’ guy’s body, but it was certainly an incredible body he couldn’t resist touching.

He squeezed his chest and ran his hands down his abs, reveling in the joy of being able to do that for the first time in a while. It wasn’t like he’d been fat exactly before, but he certainly wasn’t in shape enough to have a stomach as flat and tight as his now was. He soon moved on to flexing his arms and looking at himself in the bedroom mirror by the bed, pulling all sorts of poses he’d seen various men that looked like this pull. The self exploration continued downwards to thick thighs, a round ass, and an impressive bulge. This body really ws perfect all over. Maybe he’d lost a few inches of height at the 5’10 he now stood at, but that was such a minor thing compared to everything he’d gained. 

There was a youthful energy that hadn’t been there before too. He hadn’t noticed it at first when he’d woken up and found the letter, but now he had a chance to get the size though his head it finally clicked into place. There wasn’t the ache in his lower back he’d grown used to, or the slight twinge in his knee whenever he bent it. He was young again, at least 10 years if he had to guess. The salt and pepper of his hair had been swapped for a lighter tone not yet worn by age, once more reminding him of the age he’d lost in this gift. 

“Tristan Yates… Is this really me?” Adam sat up and sighed, taking brief note of the new tone to his voice. “Can I really just be him?”

It wasn’t like he had any huge attachments to himself. He didn’t hold a lot of love for his family and didn’t have a significant other to speak of… The more he thought about it the more he started to realise there wasn’t really anything tying him to being Adam. He could be this Tristan Yates guy, or at least he could try to be. LifeCorp would deal with any loose ends in whatever way he’d never bothered to ask about with the people that used the machines he helped create and maintain. 

So maybe this really was a gift after all, even if he hadn’t asked for it. 

Over the next few days Adam would have a lot of time to adjust to not being himself anyway. To being Tristan. 

The biggest discovery was the lack of knowledge of the skills he’d honed over the last decades. Gone completely. He couldn’t even solve the most basic of fluid dynamics equations anymore no matter how hard he thought about it. Instead he found himself in Tristan’s, in his, home gym working out to keep his body in good shape. That there was some physical instinct telling him how to do. It was like all that knowledge had been left behind.

A quick message to LifeCorp confirmed as much. His knowledge and skills had been left behind; after so many years of service it was apparently his time to be free of responsibilities and just enjoy life. He wasn’t going to argue with that, though it did make him a little nervous to be giving up everything he once knew.

So on he would have to go, as unsure as he might me. 

He wasn’t himself anymore and that sure was scary, especially when he hadn’t been given a choice to become this young jock, but what else was there to do? Workout and see where this new body took him. See what life as Tristan could be instead of Adam. 

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“And that’s a wrap! You can relax now Tristan.” The photographer let his camera hang around his neck once again and smiled. “Think we get just about everything for this latest run, so you’re good to head off whenever you want. Thanks for agreeing to do this.”

Flexing for a camera whilst his old body stood to one side wasn’t where Tristan pictured the first day of the new year going, yet here he was. A week of settling into his new reality and he’d been asked if he’d be willing to come back to LifeCorp, only this time as a model. One fresh haircut and beard trim later to tidy up and he’d been set in front of a camera to get every angle of his new body captured. Jamal, the guy that ran the public image of the company, loved success stories like his. And it was so rare to have both the before and after available and willing, especially that of a former employee that now had all the time in the world on his hands. 

He relaxed when he was told things were done, then walked over and grabbed his shirt again. “No worries, I should still be the one thanking you all for giving me this. I mean it’s incredible.” He said and he pulled the tight athleticwear over his muscular torso. “To think I’m so different now

The photographer shrugged and glanced up from his camera. “I mean from what I hear you deserved it after 20 years here. New thing Jamal is spearheading, getting rewards for those that deserve it within the company. Something like that anyway. Part of the whole branding next year, I’m doing a bunch of shoots with current and former employees that they’ve helped like you.” He looked over at where Tristan’s old body stood still and vacant. “Got plans to use it as training for the new engineers I think. A month in your old body and they’ll learn more than they could in 10 years, that’s the rumour around.”

Tristan was well aware his detailed knowledge of engineering had been left in his old life. Try as he might, he hadn't been able to remember any of it this past week. Even after he’d spoken to LifeCorp and they’d told him it was intentional and explained their plan a small part of him had still hoped to find a trace of that lost intellect. It should have stressed him out when he didn’t, but he found it was rather the opposite. It was relaxing once he’d started to accept it and worry less. Being free of all the worries and complicated knowledge he used to possess was freeing in a way he’d never imagined possible. He could just focus on enjoying himself now, without the concern of his years of expertise going to waste. 

“So I hear, but it’s nothing to do with me anymore.” He couldn’t hide the slight grin that spread over his face as he spoke, a glee he was still getting used to at being young and hot. “See you around man.” He walked off towards the exit to the studio with a final wave and not a second look back at his former body. 

By the time he was home half an hour later Tristan knew that would most likely be the last time he ever saw any trace of the life he’d once lived. Adam, that version of himself he’d once been, was gone. The out of shape workaholic side of himself had been separated away and left only his full potential as a young, rich, handsome stud. Sure he’d still grow to take the age again he used to be, but now he was going to actually put some effort into his body instead of work; he’d be a handsome DILF by the time he got to his 40’s again.

That was decades away though. For now? For now he got to be Tristan Yates, handsome rich young stud with a world of possibilities at his fingertips.

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Here’s a rainbow for anyone not feeling their best today.

Cycle of Corruption

With @aismoker

Seb did not hesitate, flicking the lighter and bringing its open flame up to the tip of his cigarette. He had never smoked before, never had the intention to smoke before. Seb did not know anyone who smoked, and from an early age his family had preached about the dangers of nicotine. But here he was, the freshly-purchased pack of Marlboros sitting beside him as he took in his first inhalation.

Just as his blogger bro had warned Seb, that first breath was harsh, the smoke roughly scratching at his throat. But his bro had instructed him to keep going, push through the first cigarette. If it was still a little scratchy, have a second. Heck, go through the whole pack. He promised that Seb would notice the change once it came. His throat would surrender, allowing the smoke to smoothly caress itself along the walls like syrup.

Seb assumed he must have appeared strange to the passersby. Some looked at him with the common disdain that was given to all smokers, whether they were newbies or veterans. Some noticed the slightly-above average male and took a second to appreciate him, but then noticed the cigarette between his fingers and shied away. Seb was athletic, kept in shape, but he was nothing extraordinary. Just a lucky genetic draw. But his bro promised Seb it would all change. Smoking would make him what he craved to be: a real man.

Seb could not recall how it had all started. It seemed like only weeks ago he had been scrolling through content online, just passing each blog one by one as he had done countless times before. When he came upon a new blog in his feed though, one boasting of the joys and transformative properties of smoking, he was intrigued. Who in this day and age was promoting nicotine, especially at such a level to create fanfiction of Marlboro? With nothing better to do, Seb explored the page, and before he knew it hours had passed. He had become enthralled, blissfully unaware that a latent addiction had been awoken.

Seb continued to visit the blog, fascinated by the opinions and captions shared by the creator. Eventually, he reached out, and was surprised when the blogger quickly responded back. The blogger, an avid smoker and certified bro-type, was happy to explain his perspective and ideology, further enrapturing the pupil in Seb. It did not take much longer from there until his bro instructed him to purchase his first package of Marlboros, and now on his third cigarette, Seb’s world was beginning to expand.

Enlightened, Seb immediately sent a message to his bro, who responded back with knowledgeable confidence. His bro explained that this was his first stepping stone towards manhood, tying back to their discussions in the past. The blogger had uncovered the definition of masculinity to Seb through pictures of smoking men and by outlying the connections between nicotine and the alpha male. And at that very moment, as he was no longer resisting the smoke's phantom embrace coursing through his veins, Seb finally began to understand his bro’s perspective.

From there, the vicious cycle of corruption erupted. With the continued encouragement from his bro, Seb continued to purchase pack after pack of Marlboros until he began to do it automatically. The process engrained itself as a part of his system, the nicotine like a parasite adding one extra item to his mental to-do lists. And the smoking too, a catalyst initiated by his bro, shifted the direction of Seb’s fate, readjusting his life’s path towards new objectives.

Once the addiction took its permanent residence, things began to change. The smoke physically undertook a reconstruction of its host, creating a suitable body to contain its poisonous splendor. Seb’s musculature grew, his body strengthening a little more with every pack. As his bro reminded him, alpha men smoked, so if he was to smoke, by scientific law he would become an alpha. Larger, broader, naturally commanding a presence. As the years passed, his beard grew in, his body hair grew denser, and his attitude grew smug.

Thanks to the smoking, Seb’s relationships changed too. Family members and people he was once close with grew afraid of his new habits, offering help before simply disappearing from his life. His bro had assured Seb that this was simply for the best; their fear for the emerging alpha did not make them worthy of embracing the better him. With this, his bro helped Seb find new men to socialize with, fellow smokers who could laugh and indulge in their superior lifestyle, discussing the worldly topics around masculinity as smoke coated their interiors.

Seb’s corruption furthered, the addiction consuming him before eventually, almost a decade to the day after his first cigarette, he found himself running his own online blog preaching the revelations of smoking. Now sturdier, gruffer, and wiser, he was delighted when a young blogger popped anonymously into his inbox asking a few questions about his perspective. Seb was happy to indulge, knowing soon he would be enlightening the young man onto his own nicotine journey. And what better way to celebrate such a success than by having a smoke.

Is this too much cleavage for school?

(who's that gay?)