username: chemistryisright So hey. My name used to be something else but these days it is Mr. Mitchell. He was my chemistry teacher and I know it’s wrong but I was 16 and horny and was practically drooling over him even though he could be like my Grandpa.
Anyway when I got my Chronivac I switched our bodies. It was the most erotic thing possible to me to have gray hair and wrinkled but I changed his..er..my body to be more fit. And I gave myself some tats. I’m one of the coolest teachers in school now. I used to be, well, uh, not that confident. Now thanks to Chronivac I OOZE confidence and sex appeal, and have the benefit of years of experience. I’m currently having sex with the gym coach and the principal, both of whom I’ve made modifications to and who are both bodybuilders now.
I guess I’m just looking to fuck and I want to be your daddy. You got a problem with that, son? Oh and if you’re worried about Mr. Mitchell, don’t be. He’s more than doing alright these days.
I’m versatile, into fisting and oral but not rimming. Like dad/son play and definitely into leather kink and BDSM. Contact me!
“Dude! Look how fuckin’ small you got! Shit! Who’s the little faggot now? Huh? Huh?” Nathan poked at me sides as he taunted me. I’d have been more mad if I weren’t so turned on. His massive body was nothing that I could do anything against. But the emotions that were running through me conflicted. I just took it. “Oh right. You don’t know,” he laughed.
“Know what?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he glared. “Don’t worry about it.” He plopped down onto the couch and stripped off the sleeveless shirt he was wearing. “Sweet,” he chuckled again. “To think Chloe ever dated you…” Another glare was shot towards me. Then he flexed. I felt my face turn red as my hands covered up my hardening dick. Nathan always found it hilarious. “Bitch,” he laughed as he stood up. “Well, I’m going to get ready for my date tonight. So you better not be here when I come back. Got it?”
“G-got it!” I stammered.
“Good,” he said. As Nathan passed me, he gave me a firm slap to my back. I staggered, drawing another laugh from him. ‘God, no wonder you were like this,’ he muttered to himself. The widening grin on his face showed just how much he enjoyed it as well.
I stood there quietly as I watched him go into his room and then start the shower. A deep breath slowly escaped as I relaxed again. One of my hands started to massage my dick. “Stop it…” I scolded it. Still, I couldn’t help but want to continue. Just feeling his rough hand nearly knock me over turned me on. It lead to so many other thoughts of what he could do. A deep sensual moan quickly followed as I plunged onto couch.
My body twisted and turned as I thought about it more and more. But then my hand hit something. “Hmmm?” I was taken out of the fantasy for just a moment as I realized it was his phone. ‘He left his phone out here!?’ My giddiness doubled over as I listened for the shower in the other room. He’d be indisposed for at least 20 or 30 minutes. I couldn’t believe it. Finally, I’d be able to do what I’d been planning.
Over the last month I’d been watching him enter his password. With that I could get to see his nudes! I clutched the phone tightly as I squirmed on the couch. I hadn’t even seen anything yet, but my excitement was making it so hard to do anything else. “Calm down… Calm down…” I breathed. The smile on my face wouldn’t go down as I typed in the four-digit code.
“I’m in!” I squealed. I quickly went to his gallery. And there they were. Picture after picture that he’d sent to different girls of him flexing. His massive cock jutted out in front of him, hard as a rock. Each pose showed off his athletic build perfectly. He’d been working out for more than just sports lately giving more definition to his arms and chest.
I continued to squirm. This time on my back as I tried to figure out a way to save the photos. I went back to the home screen. Looking around it was the same normal apps, except for one. ‘Chronivac?’ I wondered. I’d never heard of something like that. With how normal the rest of his phone was the app really looked out of place. And more I stared, the more compelled I was to click.
My desires gave in and I watched it open. But I was only met with confusion. Grayed out letters spelled out, ‘type what you would like to change.’ Even stranger were all the things above it. ‘I’m built like a bodybuilder.’ ‘Women want to fuck me whenever they see me.’ ‘I can have sex all the time.’ ‘Brad Channing’s a little bitch who loves it when I make fun of him.’ ‘Brad Channing gets turned on when I make fun of him.’
Statements like that continued. I was a bit confused. All of that was true, but I didn’t understand why he’d write it in his phone. If this was some kind of diary, writing, ‘I have a massive cock even guys want to get fucked by,’ seemed a bit unnecessary. After seeing his nudes, I couldn’t exactly disagree with the statement though.
And then I looked at the grayed-out words again. ‘Type what you would like to change…’ Butterflies filled my stomach. Something like this couldn’t be real. But I started to type, ‘I send my nudes to Brad Channing.’ I quickly went to my phone. However, all I found were my own nudes. “What the hell?!” I’d never taken anything like that. But there was my phone full of nude pictures of myself. I’d apparently been trying to emulate Nathan.
My attention quickly went back to Nathan’s phone. ‘Nathan Beckett loves sending me his nudes,’ I typed instead. Butterflies entered my stomach again as I opened up my own phone. I went to my text messages and there was Nathan’s name at the top. I opened it up and dozens upon dozens of photos of him were there. Each one followed by a snarky statement. Not that I cared. But there they were. I squeezed my phone.
My excitement wouldn’t get the better of me. I needed to focus. This thing actually worked! I needed to use it quickly. The shower had turned off. ‘Nathan Beckett loves walking around the apartment completely naked when he’s alone or with me.’ ‘Nathan Beckett loves it when I watch him work out.’ ‘Nathan Beckett only makes fun of me because he wants me to fuck him.’
The door to the bathroom was opening. ‘Nathan Beckett leaves his phone in the living room all the time.’ I typed and tossed the phone onto the other side of the couch. He stepped out toweling off his hair. Below that? Nothing. He was completely nude. His cock swung from side to side as he dripped water on the floor.
“Hey bitch,” he said. His cock jumped with joy as he said it. A bit of confusion washed over his face but it quickly disappeared. “You see my phone?”
“Uhhh…” I tried to act nonchalant. But then looked over to the other side of the couch. “There?” I reached for it but Nathan was far faster.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he glared down at me. His arms crossed against his massive chest. “You trying to get more pics out of me? I give enough to a fucking gay loser like you. Yet you want more? God damn your needy.”
With each insult I watched as his cock bounced. Blood flowed into it, quickly hardening it. I couldn’t believe it actually worked. He was really getting turned on. “I—”
Before I realized it, he’d grabbed my face and shoved it into his it. “There you go you needy little bitch. Bet you’re not used to feeling a like a real man. Really soak it in.”
My body struggled at first, but then relaxed as I sniffed the slightly sweaty but smooth skin. Even after his shower, a bit of the musk stayed. I stayed cautious. This was so different. I wasn’t used to it. But slowly my hands started to reach out for him. To run up against his firm pecs. I gripped them.
“Hey!” he shoved me down onto the couch. “I never said you could touch.” As I hit the couch I watched his cock throb with excitement. He continued to shove me down into it, then straddled my body. I felt my own harden. The tension held. “Dude you’re so fucking weak. Just look at me compared to you,” he flexed his thick arms and gave it a slap. “You can’t fucking handle something like this.”
That’s when he sat down. I let out a hearty grunt as I gripped the couch. My dick slid into him like it’d done it a hundred times before. Almost like his ass was meant to fit it perfectly. He let out a bit of a grunt as well but held his tough guy act, only letting a bit of wincing on his face. But he didn’t stop. He kept bouncing slightly, sliding it in and out of him.
“That’s it bitch. God this turns you so on like the little queer you are. I can’t believe I used to be intimidated by you. You’re so weak… Huff. And—Small… And–… Sexy,” His hands gripped my shoulders as he finished all over my chest. I couldn’t help it either. Hearing him say ‘sexy’ was better than I could have imagined. After so many insults to hear that he couldn’t help himself around me, was too much and I finished inside him. “Damn it…” he cursed as he climbed off me. “Now I gotta go clean up. Chloe’s gonna be mad if she has to wait.”
Nathan stood up and walked back to the bathroom. “Fucking loser,” he cursed as he closed the door. “Damn it…” I couldn’t help but notice his dick rise to attention again. And looking over at the other end of the couch sat his phone.
“So thank you for coming in Billy. Or do you prefer Joe now?” Dr. Eric Chang asked, welcoming the young man into the office. There was no doubt that this guy was powerful given his clearly visible muscles from his shirtless attire.
“Both. I or… we… um… I mean I.. prefer Billy-Joe. It feels weird hearing both names, but I fucking hate it when both aren’t said. Sorry! I mean. Both. Please.” Billy-Joe said.
The doctor nods slowly, making a note of this. “Okay then. Thank you for letting me know. So, I’ve read a brief summary of your file, but I often find it helpful for individuals to tell me their perspective on issues like this. In your case you could offer two very unique vantage points on this situation.”
A mix of eagerness and disdain came across the young man’s face. “Fine. Well Joe was really being an idiot. Gets this new found reality changing device and does fuck all with it. I mean… I was really eager when my Chronivac got in. It was supposed to change anything. And when my mom married dad, I mean Billy’s father, I knew I had to do something. Something stupid. Gah! I’m sorry doctor. This is part of the problem. It’s so…. tough to give a straight answer to stuff these days.”
Once more the doctor nodded, understanding the core of the issue finally. “It appears that questions that causes for deviations in your original personalities causes a sort of double speak. If you’re comfortable answering, can you introduce yourself to me?”
Billy-Joe took a deep breath. “My name is Billy-Joe. I go to South Central University. Studying sports medicine and playing ref football on the weekends.” The young man looked surprised at his own answer as Dr. Chang smiled.
“Thanks Billy-Joe. Now Can you tell me about Billy?” the doctor asked. Billy-Joe nodded. “Billy was a high school drop out. He was happy working at his dad’s sports bar and shooting the shit with his friends. Liked to eat a lot and got fat even for a big guy! He was dating this one stacked blond chick, but would forget her name a lot… he wasn’t that bright, but he… he tried. But he fucking hated Joe. That fucking nerd-”
“Ok thanks for that description. Now. Can you tell me neuatrally, just about Joe.” the doctor interuppted.
Billy-Joe took a breath. Joe…. Joe was always picked on by Billy throughout high school. He thought after he got into college things would be different… and they were for awhile… then… our parent’s met. Joe’s mom and Billy’s dad… and then the bullying began again…random shoves, insults about being gay, and jokes about how much of a loser he was. Joe wanted… no needed a way to fix this… but also get revenge… so he got a Chronivac… he wanted to change things… reality and himself… get some revenge… get all of Billy’s athleticism and manliness, but also keep his intellect… he… wanted to be tall like Billy. But Joe didn’t know what the merge feature was at first, and it came up as a suggested change… and now… and now… and then…”
“And then you came to be Billy-Joe,” Dr. Chang completed. “The Chronivac activated fulfilling the request to the best of its abilities by merging the two of you into one. Now instead of being a bio chem major on track of being a doctor, you’re a sports medicine major in his final year. Instead of being an ex jock waiting tables, you play football on the weekend.”
“That’s exactly it. Fucking hell doc, you got it! Can you like help us? Me? Fuck. Like it’s so hard to just get thoughts out sometimes. I keep running in circles in my head just remembering the old and new shit. Dealing with classes is harder… and easier all at once. And football is so tiring, but also really fun when I clobber a guy.” Billy-Joe explained.
“Well I certainly hope I can help. Individuals who come into contact with the Chronivac are unique cases since that machine is notorious for working really well at reality alterations. I’m just glad you left your awareness setting on. Before we get into every individual issue, may I ask how this change effected your individual parents?”
The young man looked bashful. “Well uh… they’re happily married now. Kinda weird, but feels nice to have parents that don’t fight for once. Dad can be an asshole sometimes though. He’s tough, but firm and said to man up when I was having all these mental problems and shit. Mom was nicer… said we should see a therapist… we were lucky to find you doc. Both think it’s totally normal to have one son who is kinda brainy, but also a bit of a jock.”
“I’d imagine that would. For context, the chronivac is a reality altering device we know little about. The merge feature specifically is one of the lesser known options. The reason being. it tends to create a sort of fusion between the subjects. For example, you. While you certainly have the predominant appearance of the Billy you described, you certainly are more actively athletic than he was. Additionally while you seem to posses the shyer mannerisms and intellect of Joe you still say a few vulgarities and weren’t afraid to express your emotions when challenged. You asked earlier if I could help you. I think I can if we work with the express purpose that I am NOT working towards making you more like Billy OR Joe, but discovering and adapting to the new person you are now. Dwelling too much on the sum of your past parts will not be fruitful in my opinion. Especially given that your Chronivac no longer works.”
Billy-Joe looked down sadly knowing the doctor was right. As soon as ownership of the device switched from Joe to Billy-Joe a safety protocol enabled preventing usage from hostile users. Part of him was hoping the doctor would be able to seperate the two or at the very least make him more like one over the other. However the sensible side to Billy-Joe knew that compromise and acceptance not only felt more natural but less… painful.
“Alright… I’ll do it. Where do we start doc?”
“Perfect, let’s start first with some positive self affirmations.”
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Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Notes on patient: Billy-Joe
Age: (18) (22) 21
Height: (4′9) (6′4) 5′10
Weight (92) (280) 195lbs
Patient appears to experience bouts of stress when encountering situations that cause the Billy aspect or the Joe aspect to be at odds with one another. Neutral questions about the current state of reality appears to ground him. Speaking patterns similar to those with dissociative personality disorder occur at times, however rather than vacillating between unique identities only certain words or phrases are expressed.
Further examination of the Chronivac used determine it to be a true model XII, though origins remain unknown as Joe’s original order for one has disappeared in this new reality. However, due to the notoriety of this machine the merge appears to have effected 100% of reality. No reality distortions or even shifts, a simple reality change is all that remains.
Prognosis. Patient will experience minor dissociations until a larger acceptance and solidification of a new identity of Billy-Joe is affirmed. Hopeful for specific targeted questioning and new life experience to expedite this period.
some of you may know this already, but for the past few years I made it my mission to dedicate the first week of every new year as “Chroniweek”.
I wanna encourage and challenge all of you writers out there to write a story centered around the mystical, magical, all-powerful device known as the Chronivac.
Be it growing a nerd into a jock, the wallflower and the gym beast swapping bodies or even a shapeshifting plot. Anything goes, the one condition being that you have fun writing your story ;)
I know the announcement is a little short notice, but I hope there’ll still be some of you out there who wanna participate.
If you wanna collect the stories it’d be amazing of you guys to use #Chroniweek on your posts so others can find them more easily :D
And with that little bit of inspiration I leave you to writing, eagerly awaiting the amazing works you guys will produce:
Happy New Year :) Here is my entry for the Chroniweek. Hopefully there will be some really cool posts despite the purge. ^^
Chronivac Journal Service
it had not been a good day for Jack. Of course he had days like that far too often, especially since his roommate Josh, the campus’ undisputed top jock, had found out that Jack was gay. Not only was Josh extremely homophobic but he also made sure his jock friends were just as cruel as he was. It wasn’t even like Josh and Jack had started off badly, but the second the jock had found out his roommate was gay he had gone into asshole-mode.
The worst thing was that Jack gave Josh a lot of things to mock him with. The quiet guy was only 5′9 and more on the pudgy than muscular side. Add to that the fact that he had a nasally high pitched voice and a tiny 3 incher for a cock and you had a prime bullying target. Jack didn’t really have friends to help him and neither did he have the courage to stand up to the 6′5 All-American jock. A teacher had given him the hint that maybe writing a diary could help with his frustration and anxiety. So now Jack found himself looking for a good Diary style app for his laptop.
After some browsing through Google he found an app that looked to be just what he had been looking for. the pictures showed all the functions he had wanted and it even was for free, so the pleasantly surprised Jack of course instantly downloaded “Chronivac Journal Service”, clueless to the fact he had just gotten his hands on one of the most powerful programs in existence.
After the download had finished and he opened the nicely plain looking app, Jack prepared to start writing, making sure Josh would still be gone for quite some time (he hung his workout schedule to the fridge and apparently a session had just started), when a strange cartoonish symbol popped up. It kinda reminded Jack of the paperclip from Word, but this thing was a little genie lamp, with cute little eyes and all. Just like the paperclip it offered him help asking Jack whether he wanted to use the “Autocorrect” option. Since Jack had never been particularly good at grammar and such stuff he of course activated it and started writing.
“Dear Diary, I started my day by showering and shaving the bit of stubble I had grown in a week. Afterwards I spent 5 minutes trying to get my to look at least decent.”, Jack wrote and paused for a moment. Immediately the letters shifted, changed and formed a different text. “I started the day by showering and trimming my beard to look good. Afterwards I combed my hair, made them into a man bun and found long hair really makes it easier to look handsome.” Of course he left out the part where he spent 5 minutes looking at his mirror image and admiring his own handsomeness, especially the strong jaw hidden underneath the dense beard he sported. After absentmindedly tracing his lantern jaw again, Jack resumed writing.
“After the first class Josh got my bag and teased me for my short height by holding it over his head so I couldn’t reach it.” He paused for a moment and thought back to that embarrassing as hell moment and when he looked back at the screen the and noticed the words had changed yet again. Or had they? Jack decided to read the passage again. “I hit my head on the doorframe on my way out of class and Josh teased me for being so tall.” Jack rubbed his forehead and thought about why he had been so confused, the text was still the same as before. He tried getting more comfortable and sitting more upright and immediately Jack’s long legs bumped into the underside of his desk. He cursed, which made the windows shake from his deep voice. Jack just wriggled the long toes on his size 22 feet and resumed writing.
Jack tried covering his crotch a bit as he wrote the next passage. “One of Josh’s friends pulled my pants down in the locker room and made everyone laugh at my tiny dick.” He blushed crimson red as he looked down to the flat front of his sweatpants and thought about that humiliation and yet again the words changed. Jack reread the lines. “One of Josh’s friends pulled down my shorts in the locker room to show a guy where my nickname comes from.” Proudly he wriggled the hefty sausage that was running down his right pant leg and thought about the name. For anyone who had ever seen Jack in the nude it was clear that the nickname ‘Jack and the Giants’ was referring to his insanely fat horsecock and the two legendary giant bull nuts that set underneath.
It took quite some willpower to ignore the yet again hardening monster, but he wrote on. “Josh and his jocks mocked me for not even being able to lift their warm-up weight” He jokingly flexed his long arm and watched the pathetically small biceps not even bulging in the slightest, and started patting it. His hand just hit bone barely covered by some skin and tendon, but after a short blink the arm didn’t feel bony in the slightest. It felt insanely hard and meaty, like he had spent an incredible amount of time in the gym lifting. Jack had the feeling his last sentence had changed yet again and checked it to make sure. “Josh and his friends were in awe at me using their max weight as warm-up and asked for tips.” A pleased smirk crossed his handsome face. The text was just like he remembered. Jockboy Josh sure had been amazed when he found out he was gonna share a room with Jack, the undisputed BMOC and local gym record holder.
Not much more did happen that day, so Jack wrote the last sentence. “After class I ate lunch and went home.” That was about the last he had done before starting to look for a diary app. Jack wanted to close the app, but the words had shifted again. “After class I gave Josh his lunch and went home.” Immediately after reading this a grunt escaped his lips and he felt an insanely large load being shot down his twink roommate’s gullet. The little guy even licked the last remains of cum off Jack’s still semi-hard giant and looked up into the handsome face of his top. “You satisfied for now, little guy?”, Jack rumbled and knew that even though Josh nodded, he’d be begging for a load 15 minutes from now again. “Okay then, little guy.”, Jack added, “I’m off to the gym.”
As the door slammed shut behind the behemoth that was now Jack, Josh was getting uneasy again. He moved around the room, looking for something to keep him entertained until his top would come back and that would distract him from his empty feeling ass, when he noticed a blinking message on Jack’s computer, which the muscle mountain had forgot turning off. It was from an app called “Chronivac Journal Service” and it seemed to be advertising a new feature called “Add Changes”. Josh sure was getting curious.
“Who are you!?” I yell in shock as I see a complete stranger cooking in my kitchen. The stranger looks up at me and I see something familiar in his shocked face before it turns to confusion. He was topless, showing off a rather impressive body, with impressive pecs and abs to die for.
“Your brother?” He says, unintentionally bouncing his pecs as he turned to look at me before mumbling something about him being sure he had altered reality.
I gave a laugh, “My brothers 13 years old, and skinny as a rake” as I take my phone out of my pocket, “Now, tell me who you are before I call the police”.
“I’m telling you I’m your brother” he walks over to the other side of the room and points out a photo that used to be of my brother and I, only now he replaced my brother in it. It was a huge difference, where as I wasn’t very muscular, I atleast had an age difference on my brother before today. Now I was the smaller of the two.
In fact he had replaced my brother in every photo on the wall. “I got this program that lets me change anything about anyone!” He says he a grin on his face, “I set it to change reality and it worked, mom and dad didn’t notice anything, and these photos have changed” he said pointing back to the photos on the wall. “I don’t know why it hasn’t affected you”
I don’t know why, but I believed him, “ok… what exactly did you change?” I ask as I look him up and down, “I mean, I can tell the muscles, the tattoo and the age… how old are you now?”
“21” he replied, “wanted to be old enough to drink” he said with a grin. “I gave my self these muscles” he flexed his bicep, “and improved down here” he said grabbing hold of a rather impressive bulge, he gulped and tried to stop myself from being turned on. “I don’t know why you aren’t affected my the reality change” he said confused.
“Well.. lets take a look at this program and find out” I say, “maybe make a few changes to myself along the way” I add with a smile, already planning my perfect body.
