I can’t stop taking selfies. I was never this narcissistic before, but I have just stolen this body from a dick at the gym. He was making fun of my pudgy body so I decided he needed to feel what it was like.
When the swap happened and he realized what his fate was he started to cry. I laughed in his face and grabbed my new gym bag, groping around for his car keys, and told him to have fun waiting for the bus. I used to have real bad anxiety and had never bothered to even get my license, which was unfortunate for him now.
I hopped inside my new sports car and let his muscle memory take me back to his apartment. I have been going through every item of clothing he owns, trying it on and snapping pictures. I downloaded Grindr on my new phone and started looking around. Oh look, my old body is active right now. Guess he made it back to my small, shitty apartment in the bad part of town…
Fuck, I can’t believe this is what I see in the mirror now. After this dude swapped our bodies and left me in his, I had to learn as much about my life as I could real quick.
He doesn’t drive, I feel weak and anxious all the time, and he is super poor. Earlier today I was a walking Adonis, now I am just some chubby guy who lists after men like that. Wait, lusts?
On the bus on my way to my new home, I started scrolling through his phone. He had Grindr downloaded. Im not gay but I opened it out of curiosity.
The blessing of finding yourself in a new gay body with a small dick is that at least the entire bus didn’t see my erection when I saw the guy in my old body had already set himself up with a profile.
I drooled over my old body for a minute before sending him a message. I found myself feeling like a submissive, humbling asking him to just meet with me and talk. He responded quickly, telling me that he was out of my league before blocking me, shutting me out of my own life.
Oh no, now other guys are messaging me. Guys that look like I do now. What am I supposed to do?
Recently, I had a fast. Not more than 1.500 kcal a day, only eating after 4 pm, no sweets, physical activity every day to reach a needed intake of at least 3.000 kcal per day. It was hard, but I lost so much body fat, went down from 95kg to 82kg and my sixpack has started appearing. I‘m so proud!
And yet… I feel like my destiny is something else. I train and train and fight so hard against every feeling of hunger… but when I lay down to sleep, I fantasise about stories like this one.
Like… yes, like THIS is my destiny. Reading that story again and again, it suddenly becomes so clear to me. THIS is my fate: Training my body to perfection day by day, only to have some lazy, fat guy steal that body. One quick body swap destroying all those weeks of training. Seeing myself lose all the glory I worked so hard for and being sucked into that other guys life.
Seeing him in my old body, getting horny by the sight, but exactly knowing I will never touch that beauty again. Seeing that other guy taking my place, as an athlete, as a content creator on the internet, as a husband… as a husband? Yeah, that‘s why I‘d never have a chance with that slim guy. Other than my fat belly. He‘s married. And he‘s a greater partner to his husband than I could‘ve ever been. And as this dawns upon me, that he will be doing my job of being me so much better than me, I suddenly begin to accept my fate.
I touch my obese body. I think of all the tasty stuff I can eat now. I start to do exactly that. And while I stuff my face and enjoy the ecstasy of gluttony, I say farewell to the idea of slimness, the idea of healthiness, the idea of self-control. And I say farewell to my marriage. Only in my mind, of course, because my husband - sorry, EX-husband - wouldn’t even recognise me because I’m in that strangers body, while he is unknowingly sharing the highest degree of intimacy and love - bodily and emotionally - with that stranger in my body, and he is so happy with it, that I decide to let the two of them be happy together.
After all… I‘m not really made for marriage… or love. Not that I could ever find a partner. What am I made for? Exactly. Ordering a family sized pizza to stuff my nice and round belly with, because nothing makes me happier than eating while playing video games all day or spending time on tumblr, stalking that athletic guy with his rubber stuff, giving myself some pleasure, knowing he is so far out of my league, unreachable, unless some body swap shit would happen. Yeah, if I could just leave my fat body and hop into that slim guy…
Although, I‘m such a lazy and hungry slob, I think I would immediately stop his training routine and just continue eating and ruin his perfect body, haha!
And just like that, not only several weeks of hard work are ripped away from me, but also everything else in my life, from my intelligence to my job to my art to my relationship down to even my very personality. But I‘m perfectly happy with it. Because I have my pizza. And I‘m sure it won‘t need long until I have completely adapted that other guys personality and the memory of that body swa- the memory of… what? Huh. Nevermind. Time to get comfy, prepare some Kleenex and go to tumblr and read some ‚nice stories‘…
I chuckle to myself. I really drank many cocktails to loosen my limbs and mind to be able to dance with my boyfriend and the other guys. Now I really have to empty my almost exploding bladder. I passionately kiss my boyfriend, wink at him and leave the dance floor.
In the bathroom, there strangely is not a single toilet. Instead, in the stall there is kneeling some rubber gimp with a urinal mask.
A smirk wanders into my face. „Well, well, what do we have here,“ I say, lurching towards the gimp. I open up the zipper of my pants and say with a cocky voice: „Looks like someone is about to get a little treat from me! My boyfriend won‘t let me dominate him, so you will get to enjoy that pleasure!“
I‘ve absolutely never been a sadistic guy, actually, I was really nice to everyone. Also, I‘m the more submissive one in the couple. But I‘m really drunk and seeing that gimp on the floor instantly gives me a feeling of dominance and masculinity. I suddenly feel a strong urge to show that gimp its place by completely filling it up.
But when I whip out my pride, it instantly gets rock hard. „Damn, it will be hard to piss like that,“ I say, „let alone hit the target.“
I take another step closer to the gimp. „Man, I‘m horny…“
I press and knead my shaft and fight to get the piss out. „Hah, sweet release!“, I sigh as it slowly flows down into the mask of the gimp. Smiling I let all the golden juice satisfy the moaning and gulping gimps thirst. And when I finished, listening to this low creatures moans has filled me with so much lust that I continue to knead my balls and stroke my shaft. And the gimp is doing the same with his! Something happened when that gimp drank my piss.
“Oh, yes, now you‘ll get your real treat!“, I moan in ecstasy and go on and on, until … „I … will … fill you … with … my essence!“ And I manage to ram my junk right into the reservoir of the mask, my balls sitting perfectly into the bowl and my shaft into the gimps mouth as I start screaming.
I feel hot loads of fluid shooting through my junk, into the gimps mouth, again and again, thrust by thrust, way more than I ever had shot out, it had to be litres, no dozens of them. I close my eyes and enjoy filling up that gimp with … with … I get so sleepy … my senses disappear … I fill that … gimp … with … me …
As the ecstasy and the hot satisfaction in my junk disappears, I feel something in my mouth. It‘s completely filled with a hot, slimy substance, and there‘s some fleshy thing in it! And I just have to suck it! I open my eyes, but I see nothing but blackness. What did just happen?
The shaft is pulled out of my mouth and I can swallow the substance in my mouth. I hear a zipper being pulled up. Someone pats my rubbered head and calls me a good, obedient gimp. A rush of joy fills me. A stall door is being opened and then closed. I guess he is gone. I rearrange my body into a more submissive pose to make a more fitting appearance for what I am. By completely filling me up, this guy has definitely shown me my place: Down on the floor, clothed in rubber, robbed of my identity, turned into an object by a urinal mask. A urinal mask that is more my face than my actual face is. A urinal mask my owner gave me to do my job in his club and serve his customers.
The skintight rubber I wear squeaks as it moves over my skin. The urinal mask is so tight around my head. I‘m so horny. I‘m proud for having satisfied that customer as I ought to do. I continue rubbing my throbbing junk. Maybe I can finish until the next customer arrives. Though I‘d really love to have that dominant guy from before with me, he sounded so hot and I‘d love to be dominated by him more! But he‘s probably with his boyfriend again, they will party a bit more and then leave forever, like so many other guys I pleasured in this stall room. I will stay alone here and pleasure myself like the little piece of shit that I am - oh, the bathroom door is opening! Hope master is proud of me when he hears how many customers I pleasured today!
The Jock Flight is a special set of drinks. Each one gives a different taste of jock life whether it be gym rat, sports bro, douchebag brah, smart jock, himbo jock… variations and combinations are endless based on which drinks you combine. For the few that know about it it is fairly popular since the effects are temporary and only roughly last the night. So no matter the effects or in some cases extreme personality changes there are no long term consequences. That is, unless you come back for more. In which case the changes are amplified- and permanent.
So here Nate was. The effects of last nights drinks haven’t worn off yet- he’s still enjoying the jock body and cocky persona he achieved yesterday- a mixture of gym bro next door, smart jock, and metrosexual bro finesse. It felt amazing, and he didn’t want it to end.
Double checking the notes on his phone, he chose the new flight in front of him carefully. The cup on the left is fitness bro- bound to give him a little more lean mass and charisma for a life as an influencer. The middle glass is salty clear serving of himbro sex appeal. It was the surest way to solidify him as a hung cocky wet dream. Sure it would take a huge hit to his IQ, but that’s what the last cup was for, a pure cup of bro intellect- a cocktail weighted for politics, finance, and sports since he was a jock after all. He doubted the glass of smarts at the end would be enough to counter the previous two but he figured that was going to be ok. He was still too pumped up on reckless confidence to worry about it- or consider that the smarts glass at the end might be better off taken up front, before the mindless himbo sex drive takes over. But he’ll be too intoxicated on the flight to care. So bottoms up Nate.
Let me know if there is a flight you’d like to try.
I’d certainly love experimenting with these drinks! I’d probably quickly lose control and drink too many of them
Spider-man had no idea what he was up against. They called him “The Jockie”, Brooklyn’s newest villain on the streets. Peter had been advised to just ‘leave it to the Avengers’. He wasn’t ‘ready to deal with this level of crime’. But when Peter stumbled upon The Jockie’s den, he couldn’t help but sneak in.
Peter was no match for The Jockie. The mastermind and his goons ambushed Peter as soon as he stepped foot in their lair. Before Peter knew it, The Jockie had shot a small green dart into his left thigh, causing Peter to cry out in shock.
Heat spread across Peter’s leg, covering his entire thigh and calve muscles. The heat caused the muscles to pulse, his entire leg grew thicker and heavier. The pulsating spread all over the young superhero’s body until his new muscles strained against his superhero suit.
Peter struggled and thrashed until his hulking stature broke free from The Jockie’s goons’ tight grip.
“NO!” Peter stumbled, struggling to adjust to the size of his new body. His voice was now low and dull. He caught a glimpse of the new him… the jocked version of him… in the reflection of a metal gas canister. “PETER MUSCLES LOOK SO BIG! PETE… PRETER… P- PRESTON… PRESTON LOOK SO DUMB! HE LOOK SO HORNY!”
Reality shifted around the superhero as his IQ rapidly dropped to a shockingly low 70. Gas containers turned into workout machines. Guns shifted into dumbbells. Beer cans warped into protein shakes.
Preston now found himself at the gym. He looked around in confusion. The gym? He looked down at his massive body. Of course he was at the gym. Why wouldn’t he have been? He spent every waking second of his life here. Lifting weights. Flexing his biceps in the mirrors. Letting out rank protein farts. It was home. Preston’s home. It’s the only place he belonged. He wasn’t smart enough to contribute anything of actual value to society. He couldn’t be a superhero like the ones he’d seen on TV, especially not that spider one. What was his name? Ah, doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is getting swole bro!
The Jockie can’t wait to see how the Avengers will react to the new Peter, or should I say, Preston. But more importantly, he can’t wait to see which of the Avengers will join Preston on their journey into jockdom…
Fuck, my ass reeks! And my armpits too. God, even when i put my arms down, you can still see sweaty hair sticking out. This is fucking hell! That bitch Stacy did this. All because I didn’t want to label myself as a ‘feminist’. “Not all men are pigs” I told her. “Some can be quite nice.” She scowled at me and said “Well Hannah, if you love men so much, why don’t you just join them?”.
Now I’m some big smelly man! I hate this. My balls are always so itchy, I can’t stop tugging them through my sweatpants in public. I cant stop breathing through my mouth. I feel like a hairy ape. And this thing… in my pants. It’s monstrous.
God, i need to adjust down there. Look at this thing. It’s constantly sticking up. And it’s huge! All the girls drool at it’s imprint as I walk down the streets. I feel the need to just… stick it in something. Fuck… it feels so good when I touch it. What if I just give it a tug. Fuck. My cock. It’s not bad to just… keep rubbing it… right?
No! What am I doing?! I’m a girl. I shouldn’t have a big thick cock. I shouldn’t be thinking this way. I shouldn’t be this gross hulking ape! I’m a petite feminine girl. Think. I just need to think… god, all I can think about is my dick. It feels so good, bro.
What the hell was that? My phone? Why doesn’t my phone have a pink cover anymore? Did I always have this black one? How do I use this again? Oh yeah, that’s how it works. Dude, sometimes i can be so fuckin dumb. A text from… Stacy?
“You got what you deserved, pig!” it read.
Pig? Huh, i’m not a pig. Am I? I don’t think so… that would be pretty funny though bro. *playfully snorts*. I mean, i do smell like a pig, but who has time for showers?
No! What’s happening? I’m a smart girl! Get yourself together Hannah…ter… Hannter… Hu… Hunter. What is going on with me tonight, bro? Thinkin i’m smart and shit.
Fuck bro, look at the little man. He’s ready to cum inside some chick, get her pregnant. These smelly balls down here will guarantee that. I call him my little man, but there’s nothin little bout him. God, feels so good to touch…. wait… this isn’t me. I’m not…. fuck… these pecs… these biceps… this cock…
Fuck, my phone is blowing up. Who are all these girls texting me? This one sent me a photo… WOAH. THOSE TITS. GOD… I just wanna… fuck… so big and bouncy. I’m not… i’m not into girls… but… GOD THEY’RE JUST SO BREEDABLE.
And FUCK my homescreen! Don’t remember having some big titted blonde bitch as my screensaver. God, who are all these women following me on Instagram?
Fuck… they’re all so hot. God my dick is getting so hard. I wanna put my cock inside of them. That bitch would drop to her knees the second she saw these guns. Fuck need to flex. God look at me. I’M A GOD. I NEED TO SPREAD MY SEED. I NEED TO… IMPREGNATE.
OH FUCK. IM CUMMING. IM CUMMING.
FUCK
God, i’m still so horny bro.
Gonna make my way over to Stacy’s house. She won’t be able to resist this dick. She likes to pretend she’s above nature. Above her biological purpose. But I know when she sees me, her panties will be soaked.
And plus, one of the bros said she’s ovulating. Gotta get in there while I can, right?
It’s a management trainee program unlike any others.
Paladin Group as a firearm manufacturer need a massive boost of executive leaders as a lot of its board members and executives already resigned due to their age or poached by rival company that grown faster in the past few years. The younger generation doesn’t necessarily attracted with the idea of working for a shrinking firearm company, the rationale was because if you wanna be “bad” or joining questionable industry, why join the small guy that could be crushed by bigger rival?
So the HR came out with a management trainee program, titled as Paladin Executive Leadership, to attract young talent to apply to the company. But it has a very weird niche of applicants, gamers, specifically gamers that play RPG games with topic surrounding guns and wars. It’s all because Paladin programmed it that way as they want to test out on their secret program that they want to run and pitch to the government if this program proven to be a success. They rode on several gaming competition and rewarded the Top 3 winner with the invitation to apply for the program
So after several rigorous steps, Paladin selected 15 young individuals aged 20-29 years old to join their program. The first day turned out to be a huge revelation as all the selected applicants realized how groundbreaking the program is when the HR reps started to explain their benefit
“—-a body designed to fit your inner personality and leadership aspiration—” explained the HR that confused all the applicants seated in the room. The explanation was normal up until that point, which caught them off-guard. They all looked at each other before a guy from Paladin interrupted, he accompanied the HR lady from the beginning but hasn’t spoken a word until now
“Consider it as an avatar for the kind of game you play, but this is real life. Any volunteer for demo?”
After several seconds of silence, Howie slowly raised his hand and the HR rep instantly guide him out from the room
As they all anxiously wait for Howie to be back to their room, one of them, Jacob, raised his hand
“Can you specify more on this avatar thing? Like, so are we going to work for the company remotely but we have someone else running around as us on the ground? Or what? I still cannot frame it in my mind,”
The bald guy answers directly
“Not that way. The Process will basically make you look…..more fitting as someone who works in a firearm manufacturer. I mean, let’s be real, probably none of you ever held gun in reality despite involved in various war settings on your game. None of you also have the knowledge for manufacturing guns. This change will help you look the part and gain the trust from our staffers that you are all credible. Until now, only me, that other lady and the board knows how all of you guys look like. That’s why we held your first day session not in the company site too….well, not like any of you are aware of it,”
Just when he finished with his reply, the door is opened and then, a buzzcut blond with a Nordic-like features walked into the room.
He used the same clothes that Howie worn, only several size bigger and despite that, this one hugged his frame so well, it emphasized his muscular form. Their jaw dropped simultaneously as the guy starts speaking
“Good morning, I’m Howard Anderson, I will be working as Procurement Manager for Paladin starting from today. Nice to meet all of you…..
Several seconds of silence followed before the guy let out a chuckle with his deep coarsed voice and then he laughed out loud
"Wipe that confusion away from your face guys. This is me, Howie. Am I convincing enough to be some mid-30s manager now?”
“How the fuck does this happen? Like…..this cannot be real, how can someone changed into a totally different person in just mere minutes?” hollered by Justin, probably the fittest recruits in the batch with his lean abs and a slightly defined arm from the light workout he did
“Well, you can test it out for yourself if you want,” Howie said as he cocked his head to the side, directing the questioning guy to go out and undergo the process himself
The flat TV in the front side of the room suddenly turned on and there, on screen, Howie shown to be led into this sterile room with a seat that can be reclined in the middle of the room. He sat down on the chair and suddenly he’s strapped as an automatic strap appeared out of nowhere. Like every normal person, he jolted and thrashed around, surprised by the sudden mechanical strap that appeared and tied him up. The HR woman then placed the helmet in his head and without further ado, the process started with a simple click of a small device she held.
Everyone watched in awe as they witnessed how Howie grew on screen. His clothes tattered into pieces as muscle mass added to his bony frame, making his figure looking more intimidating by each seconds. They could hear his scream turned into passionate and even lustful groan as his brief ripped into pieces due to the growing waist size to accomodate his larger frame and the package that lengthened until it softly rested like a third leg between his muscular thighs. The change travelled upwards as his flat stomach gained insane definition while his pecs firmed up with muscle from its previous pigeon-chested form. His head is hidden inside the helmet until the end of the transformation, but the body trembled significantly intense and he even arched his back when the change seemingly continued to his head. Seconds later, a totally different guy emerged from that seat, buck naked and flustered. And with that, the TV turned off
“What in the Captain America is that?” Asked Hamza, the paunchy Lebanese-American, still in shock with the change displayed but his dick totally shown excitement based on the visible outline that appeared on his pants
Everyone also murmured with a hint of excitement and surprise in their tone while Howie, or Howard now, nonchalantly grabbed his crotch as he got aroused from watching his own transformation. Not to be delayed any longer, the bald guy just smirked as he said to the rest of the recruits
“So, who’s next?”
Love this concept for a series! What a great way to show gamers getting huge for such a unique setting. Perfect
These are not all the symptoms of brain cancer, and brain cancer is NOT the only cause of these symptoms. If you suddenly or frequently experience any of these, go to your doctor so they can determine the cause.
[ID: An illustration of the side view of the human brain, with each lobe colored differently, with the most common symptoms arranged to follow the shape of the brain/lobes. The lobe-specific symptoms of brain cancer are in list formats outside the brain and correlate in color to the lobes. Frontal lobe: Personality changes, Increased aggression/irritation, Apathy, Weakness on one side of the body, Loss of smell, Difficulty walking, and Vision / Speech problems. Parietal lobe: Difficulty speaking/understanding, Problems reading/writing, and Loss of feeling in part of the body. Occipital lobe: Vision problems. Meninges: Headache, Nausea/vomiting, Sight problems, and Neck pain. Pituitary Gland: Lack of energy, Weight gain, Mood swings, High blood pressure, Diabetes, Enlarged hands/feet, Irregular/infrequent periods, and Infertility/impotence. Temporal lobe: Forgetting words, Short-term memory loss, and Seizures (often associated with strange smells/feelings). Brain Stem: Issues with coordination, Eyelid/mouth droops to one side, Difficulty swallowing, Difficulty speaking, and Double vision. Cerebellum: Issues with coordination, Uncontrolled eye movement, Nausea/vomiting, Neck stiffness, and Dizziness. Spinal Cord: Pain, Numbness, Weakness in legs/arms, Loss of bladder/bowel control, and Difficulty walking. End description.]
Just a graffiti artist getting turned into a cave artist via some potentially magical means. It was one of two premises I had for a graffiti TF story–the other idea, getting turned into a punkish thug, got made into the story, but I still liked the idea of graffiti becoming cave painting. Luckily rubberskunkadditionally was up to the task of drawing it!
Hmm, I’m having second thoughts about all that white space in the first panel.
Just how did that dragon barbarian get so big when he started off so small? Well, now we know. And boy, he’s a bit of a grump by the end there. Maybe he’s upset that I came up with a name for him? Meet Roarick, folks!
I’ll be the first one to admit that maybe I shouldn’t have been fucking around on the dark web. But what I can say, I was bored. And besides, most of the things I’ve found on there haven’t been that serious. Jump scares, scam ads, shitty mobile games, and even the occasional doxing blackmail that turn out to be nothing but empty threats. So I figured this “Body Lottery” app wasn’t going to be any different.
It was late at night when I found the app while scrolling through the dark web. I didn’t recognize it, it must had been recently added. I clicked on the app info, which read: “New body, new you! Just fill out some basic info and get ready for a brand new life!”
I thought it was fake. After all, body switching only happened in movies or in books. Fantasy stuff. But I decided it couldn’t hurt to try it out for shits and giggles. I downloaded the APK file onto my phone and started it up. It took a minute to load, but when it did I was greeted with a “Welcome!” message, followed by a long text box that I didn’t bother reading. I clicked “I agree to the Terms of Service” and proceeded to the next screen, which asked for some info from me. Although really all it asked for was my name (I just put a fake name), my birthdate (I randomly hit some numbers), and my preferences. The preferences were just two questions, what gender and age range you wanted. I filled in male and early 20′s for my preferences, and hit submit.
It asked if I was sure, and I hit yes and submitted my info. A confetti effect appeared on my phone and said I was successfully entered into the lottery. It laid the next steps, which read: “Go to sleep, and be ready for a new you!”
It was pretty anticlimactic to be honest. But whatever, the damage was done and I just had to wait for this magical switch to happen. I scrolled my Twitter timeline for a bit before I couldn’t stay awake anymore and fell dead asleep.
***
I slept so good that night. I felt so refreshed when I woke up from the sunlight hitting my face. That feeling of total relaxation didn’t last long however. I caught a glimpse of the bedroom I was in and quickly realized it was not my room. I saw a wall of shoes and a neatly organized rack of clothes, all of which weren’t mine.
I sat up in the bed in a panic. I was alone in the room. I was freaking out, but then I figured it was probably just a prank by my friends.
“Alright guys, you can come out-”
I stopped mid sentence when I heard my voice. It was lower than I remember it. I reached out to touch my neck, and I felt stubble brush against my hand. I touched my face and felt a beard growing in. But I had just shaved! This was not me!
I jumped out of the bed and saw that I was fully clothed. There was a phone and a wallet I didn’t recognize on the floor. I picked up the wallet and pulled out the ID in it. It belonged to some guy named Fernando Castillo. I grabbed the phone and unlocked it with the face ID.
“Not a good sign,” I said out loud.
I opened the camera in selfie mode and saw Fernando’s face on the phone. I looked between the ID photo and the face on the camera. No matter how many times I checked there was no doubt about it, I was now Fernando Castillo.
I noticed a mirror on the wall and walked up to it. I still had the phone on in my hand. I switched to the outer camera and took a mirror photo of me.
Damn… this guy was hot. Err, rather, I was hot I guess? I’m Fernando now.
I felt around my new body with my free hand. I lifted the shirt and saw my chest. I couldn’t help it, I had to take more pics.
This guy was pretty lean, not totally shredded but still fit. He didn’t have too much body hair but he had a treasure trail. Just the way I like them.
I took off the shirt and jacket and started feeling all over my new body. I loved it. Every touch felt brand new as I explored my new body. This guy had thick thighs and a nice ass too.
I remembered the mirror, and suddenly had an idea. I adjusted where the mirror was pointing and leaned forward onto the bed. I grabbed the phone and took more pics.
Damn… I’d fuck.
My new dick started getting hard. I grabbed it through my jeans and rubbed it, letting out a moan as I did so. I couldn’t take it. I unzipped my jeans and my dick sprang right out. Fernando’s dick was longer than my own, and uncut too. I grabbed his dick and started jerking off. It felt so good, every stroke felt like pure ecstasy.
“This is so wrong… but it feels so good…!”
I took off my jeans and shoes as fast as I could and kept stroking my new dick. I licked my fingers and started fingering my hole too. It was tight, and I could feel the hair as I slipped in my middle finger. I didn’t know if anyone else was in the house but I didn’t care, I moaned loud and hard.
I was close. I wanted to edge but I was lost in the moment. I slipped in another finger in my ass, my strokes got faster and I felt the pleasure spread all over my body as I shot warm loads of cum all over the bed and floor.
My face felt warm. I was gasping for breath. My dick was still leaking out cum onto my legs. It was so much… no doubt the real Fernando hadn’t gotten off in a while. I had so much fun, I almost didn’t want to leave my new body. But I had to. I had to get back to my real body.
I grabbed the phone and opened an incognito tab. I’m sure the app could bring me back if I tried. You know, that one app….. What was it called again?
I stared at my phone as I tried to remember the name, but I drew a blank. Damn it! Was the name of that… that… Was I looking for again? I felt like it had something to do with my phone, but I couldn’t remember what.
For some reason, I felt myself getting worried. I’m not sure why though. I felt like I had to go back… somewhere. I think I had to “become” someone else? No, that couldn’t be right. You can’t become someone else, that’s just fiction. I’m Fernando Castillo. Always have been, always will be. But I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I was going to download something on my phone. It was no use, I couldn’t remember.
I felt some cum run off my leg onto my bed sheets. I just jerked off, but I was still horny. Oh wait, maybe I wanted to download Grindr. Yeah, I wanna get fucked tonight.
I went to download Grindr, and as I waited for it download, I took one last pic.
Yasir needed a last-minute Halloween costume, he didn’t care what it would be. When he stumbled upon this Spider-Man suit in the park while walking with his friend, it seemed like the perfect answer to his wish. He didn’t care who the previous owner had been, in fact, he wasn’t even thinking about that. Normally he wouldn’t just go around trying on random costumes, he would rationalize against something like that, but something about this particular Spider-Man suit drew him in and entranced Yasir. He felt the silky spandex fabric in his hands, examining the blue, red, black and white design. The suit smelled strange, like musk and something more chemical. Yasir was straight and would typically be grossed out by the thought of wearing something another man had on and was probably naked underneath, but as soon as he caught a whiff of that he knew he needed to wear it and nothing underneath.
Quickly, he told his buddy José to keep watch for him while he stripped behind some bushes. He slipped on the Spidey suit and posed for some pictures, both men laughing about how silly it was that he was wearing a spandex Spider-Man suit that he had randomly found, José teasing him for how gay he looked in it. Yasir’s dick started getting hard, and they laughed about this. Yasir normally wouldn’t act like this, but the suit was already starting to turn him into a much goofier, hornier guy. He started to it the rest of the way up, not wanting to let José know just how much he enjoyed this. He just wanted to laugh with his bro, the way straight friends joke about wearing tight revealing gay-looking costumes like this.
Something in Yasir’s mind snapped, like the flick of a switch, and he was instantly in a trance. His brain felt like it was being massaged, and the feeling was so amazing. He touched his head and moaned sexually. José stopped laughing and asked if he was ok, but Yasir didn’t answer. He instead just suited up the rest of the way, moaning as the pressure spread everywhere the suit touched, as if every inch of skin covered by the tight silky spandex was an extension of his dick, feeling orgasmic pleasure on most of his entire body. José took more pictures as Yasir proceeded to pose more, now way more into character as Spider-Man. His mind was now controlled by the suit, entranced by the poppers-like chemicals it was soaked in, horny as ever, and he loved this feeling.
Now he’s got that Halloween costume he was looking for, and he never ever wants to take it off, it feels too damn good. José’s gonna have to have a hard time snapping his bro out of the suit’s trance, he’d have to rip that spandex off of his naked body… no homo though.
He thought it was a stupid idea at first, Diego never liked the feeling of wearing spandex. It took some major convincing on my part to get him to try on the suit for the big Halloween party… but once he finally tried it on, something clicked, there was a shift in his mind that I saw in his eyes. This wasn’t just any Spidey suit, this one was special, and something told me he wouldn’t be taking it off for the whole night, and then some. My pals at the all-spandex Halloween party are gonna love him.
When I first saw Ronald in my Psych discussion section, he was a wreck. Between his studies and his off-campus job, he had barely any time for sleep, let alone any kind of fun. He looked miserable, and I wanted to do him a favor. So I offered to hypnotize him for free, telling him it was for my research. Three times a week I would force his overworked mind into a deep sleep, letting it recover. Whenever he awoke, he went about his day refreshed and was able to use his time a lot more efficiently. Yet he still refused to have any sort of fun or use any time on self care.
So I decided to do it for him. During his trances, I cobbled together an alternate psyche from all the unused, latent bits of his mind. I called this person my Ronnie boy. Where Ronald was nervous, tight-wound, and kept himself on the grind, Ronnie was happy-go-lucky and took care of himself with hours in the gym. When I upped our sessions to 7 days a week, Ronnie even started blowing off steam dancing in the clubs, and joined the university’s rugby club. The only drawback was that Ronnie’s a pretty dumb dude, but that’s to be expected when you’re a sleepwalker’s alternate personality.
The Ronnie treatments made Ronald a lot happier and healthier, so I upped his hypno time over the course of the semester. Eventually, Ronnie had 20 hours a day controlling Ronald’s body, while Ronald was awake only for class and homework. He had to quit his job, but I let him move in with me to cut costs.
Eventually, all the time that Ronald’s brain spent controlled by Ronnie got all the neural pathways rewritten. Ronald was deleted, and the person in charge of the body couldn’t keep up with his studies, so he dropped out. Ronnie’s been living with me for 2 years now, and he works as a stripper in the local gay bar. Sometimes, however, when he sees himself in the mirror, a trace of his former self reawakens, and looks at his meatheaded reflection in confusion and awe.
It’d been a year since they’d gone their separate ways. After the battle with Monroe and her soldiers, Stiles went back to his FBI program and studying at George Washington University while Scott stayed close to Beacon Hills using his gap year to keep Monroe at bay. What brought them back however was Scott noticing a change in Derek and Theo. There was a change in their mannerisms, both would turn to look at him when he called out Theo and once Theo called himself Derek. It was enough for him to reach out to Stiles on what to do. Twenty-four hours later and Stiles was waiting on the curb at the airport when Scott rolled up.
“Took you long enough,” Stiles joked hopping into his old Jeep. Scott was about to reply but staring at Stiles he was shocked. There was a difference to the young man, the spastic boy he thought he knew looked more like a put together man.
“What are you wearing?” He inquired as Stiles looked him over.
“Just the clothes I normally wear, I came straight from school. First flight I could get. Now are we going or not?” Shaking it off Scott started up the old engine and took off, both were silent during the drive to his house. Stiles sat in the passenger seat amazed by how much Scott had changed. He looked free; and he had a new tattoo. Stiles envied him a little bit for it. His life had become so structured and predictable. The moments of action he thought he’d see were few and far between. Scott on the other hand was feeling self-conscious; Stiles seemed so put together, so grownup. He felt stuck here and wished he could enjoy the kind of success Stiles was having.
Scott took Stiles to see Derek first and then Theo. All the strange things he’d witnessed from them a couple of days ago were gone. Derek acted, sounded, and reacted just like how Derek would; Theo was the same. It was like nothing ever happened. Scott was still puzzled as they parked the Jeep near the edge of the forest.
“I promise you Stiles, they didn’t act like that days before. They almost seemed confused. I know they’d been searching for Monroe’s men out here.”
“I believe you Scott, but they seem themselves. I can’t tell anything is wrong. They are themselves, Derek is Derek and Theo is Theo,” Stiles said. Scott was frustrated; normally Stiles would be eating this stuff up but now he seemed to question everything. Stiles could see it in his eyes, he was angering Scott. “Look, lets say something did happen? First we don’t know what caused it, second we aren’t sure what happened? Maybe they got amnesia?”
“Amnesia? Seriously Stiles, you think they got amnesia? Stiles you’re the guy who ended up figuring out I was a werewolf before I even knew. Where’s that Stiles?”
Stiles was stunned by Scott’s words, normally Scott was soft spoken, not so angry. “That Stiles grew up, maybe you did too.” They both stare at each other before Stiles finally speaks. “Maybe I’ll just hang with my dad tonight.” Scott watched his best friend get out of the Jeep and start walking back into town.
Since that nights fight, they’d hardly seen each other. It wasn’t until Liam and Mason had been missing for at least 48 hours that they came together. “I think they were last seen in the forest,” Stiles said as Scott came to a halt at the edge of the preserve. Just as they were getting out of the car two figures emerged from the woods with their clothes ripped and looking stunned.
“Liam?!” Scott called out. Both boys looked up at him giving him the same feeling he had when he’d seen Derek and Theo. “Guys what happened? Liam tell me.”
Mason started speaking, “we were taken, we were called to the forest and then the rest I don’t quite remember.”
“Uh thanks Mason,” Scott said.
“I didn’t say anything though,” Liam replied. Scott looked to Stiles and they both realized something was up.
“Come on guys, lets get you back home,” Stiles said comforting the confused teens. Scott and Stiles stood watch over them reporting back to one another about anomalies they’d noticed. As each day passed it was getting harder to notice anything out of place until both boys acted like normal.
“Believe me now?” Scott asked as they met up at the preserve once again.
“Yeah, sorry if I doubted you. Any ideas what could’ve happened or why they acted like that?” Stiles was grabbing his survival gear.
“Not a clue, but I intend to find out,” Scott’s eyes flashed red.
“Good because I’m going in with you,” Stiles said grabbing his bat. “Bringing old trusty with me.” As they headed into the forest, the winds began to change. Stiles pulled out his compass noticing that it wouldn’t point true North, it would just continuously spin. “Scott?” They stared at the compass. “I don’t think we’re in Beacon Hills anymore,” Stiles commented. As they looked around, they noticed a fog had set in to confuse them and keep them from retracing their steps.
“I guess we’re stuck here until we figure this out.” Shifting, Scott uses his werewolf abilities to sense any supernatural creatures. That’s when he notices little sparkles of light floating around them. “Stiles, do you see that?”
“See what? Only thing I see is forest and fog.” Stiles took a step to his right and then felt something take hold of him. “Scott!”
Scott turned to see Stiles unable to move as he stood over some glowing symbols. “Stiles?” He took a step toward his friend, but the sparkles of light suddenly rushed him forcing him back. He snapped his teeth in response, but it kept pushing until he himself couldn’t move anymore. He looked down noticing he was now standing on one of those symbols as well.
“Scott? Scott what’s going on?” Stiles was keeping calm on the outside, but Scott could hear the hammering of his heart as they tried to move.
“I don’t know, just hang on.” Scott watched through his red tinted eyes as the sparkles of light began to dance around them both. “What do you want from us!” He called out to them.
“What? Scott what do you see?”
“There’s these balls of lights, they’re dancing around us. I can’t move.” Scott looked at Stiles face as it went calm in realization. “What? What do you know?”
“Fae’s. Scott these are Fae’s doing this. I can’t see them because I’m not supernatural, you can though.”
“Well what do they want?” He stared at Stiles expecting him to know.
“I don’t know, but they love playing pranks. They’re tricksters Scott.” Stiles stared at Scott noticing something felt different about him. His naturally dark hair had lighter highlights in it. It almost looked brown. Stiles looked around and then noticed a black mark on his left bicep. It was growing larger, circling around him arm. It was familiar to him, his eyes shot up to look at Scott’s arm. His tattoo, was gone. “Oh no.”
Scott’s sensitive ears picked up Stiles whisper. “Oh no what?” As he stared at Stiles, he noticed that his friends normally pale skin seemed darker. When did Stiles have time to tan in the Northeast he thought and then he realized when he spotted the tattoo, his tattoo. “Hey! Stop this! You can’t do this to us!” He called out as the sparkles continued to dance around them. Both were helpless to the changes, only forced to watch one another as they shifted into one another.
It was strange for Stiles to see Scott’s muscular build fading as he felt it growing on him. His shirt felt tight across his chest. Scott’s jeans slid off his thinner frame leaving him standing there in his own boxers as he couldn’t move. Stiles saw Scott’s skin grow lighter until it was pale like his once had been.
“Scott? You okay?” He could hear Scott’s heart beating from across the field. The red in the alpha’s eyes was flickering as if it was trying to fight the magic doing this to him. Scott felt lost as his senses slowly dulled down. His vision of the dancing lights would fade in and out as he felt the power inside of him draining. Hearing his own voice come out of Stiles mouth wasn’t comforting as he felt powerless in that moment.
“I’m sorry Stiles,” he said back noticing stiles facial shape changing to match his old one.
Seeing his face with glowing red eyes felt foreign to him. His mind was racing trying to figure out a way to save them both from this. Stiles felt it as the changes were settling. He was glad his mind was still intact. He wasn’t sure how he would’ve handled losing his memories. Scott’s eyes faded to his natural eye color as he lost his powers. Stiles blinked a few times and then felt a rush inside him. He felt stronger, faster, more primal as he gained Scott’s werewolf abilities. His eyes flashed red and he saw them, dancing, his ears started to grow and he could hear them singing a song. A lullaby telling him of their fate.
He listened to their words over and over again, “once together, now misunderstood, they stand a chance to learn from another, they’ll stay here this way until they learn from one another.” Scott watched Stiles noticing him calculating things. “What do you hear?”
Stiles put his hand to his head as he shifted back. “We’re stuck.” The magic holding them to their spots lifted and they both stumbled forward looking at each other.
“What do you mean we’re stuck? How do we change back?”
“I don’t know, they were singing. Something about being misunderstood and learning from one another. God it’s weird to hear my voice coming from your mouth.”
“Ditto,” Scott said looking around. “The fog isn’t lifting, are we stuck here permanently? Is this what happened to Liam and Mason?”
“I bet so, Derek and Theo too,” Stiles answered. Stiles shifted once again noticing the Fae’s were gone. “We’re alone.”
Scott sat down trying to soak what just happened in. He felt small and his mind was racing. “I haven’t felt like this in forever. I forgot what it was like to be human.” Stiles was focused in on the sounds of the forest hoping to hear something besides silence. They ended up swapping clothes before sitting in silence trying to understand what had happened.
As a few hours passed Scott broke the silence, “you know. I’ve missed you being around.”
“Really? You seem to have everything covered. I haven’t heard any status reports in a while,” Stiles said feeling jealous.
“I figured you didn’t want to hear them. It was always the same old. We would fight Monroe and her men, retreat and fight retreat and fight. You were always busy too. I always felt like I was bothering you.”
Stiles looked at him in surprise. “Bothering me? No, never. I loved hearing from you. Scott you’re my brother.” Hearing this made Scott smile a little.
“Thanks, right now I feel like the idiot. I never have a clue what’s going on, you on the other hand seem to know your path. You’re living it. I, I don’t even know where to go to college now.”
As they spoke and shared their feelings, the fog around them was thinning. Each time they spoke they felt like they understood the other more, but things were also getting confusing. Stiles was starting to have memories of Christmas with Scott’s mom while Scott remembered watching his mom, no Stiles mom die in the hospital.
Scott looked up, “the fog. It’s gone.” He grabbed Stiles backpack and started rummaging through it for the compass, the needle pointed them toward North.
“We’re back?!” Stiles felt happiness and pride as they both got up. “Let’s hurry back to the car and see Deaton quick.” As they made there way back to the Jeep, they saw flashing lights in the distance. Stiles could hear familiar voices of Parrish, Mellissa, and his father in the distance.
“Look! There they are!” Mellissa pointed running to them. Scott and Stiles started running. Stiles ran straight to his dad and Scott to his mom. Both parents looked confused as they held each other’s child. “Uh Stiles?” Melissa said. Scott looked up finding the name calling to him.
“Yeah mom?” Melissa and the Sherriff looked at each other confused. Scott looked over and realized what was the matter, he should be hugging the Sherriff not her. “Uh sorry,” he slipped out of her arms as he and Stiles witched places. As he embraced his dad things felt right.
“Scott what was that all about? Where have you been? It’s been three days since I’ve seen you.” Mellissa asked her son not knowing deep down Stiles was inside. Stiles looked over to Scott shocked by how long they’d been gone. It’d felt like hours not days.
“I’ll tell you later mom, I need to talk with Sco, I mean Stiles.” Hearing himself call his friend by his name gave him mixed feelings. He knew that it was Scott, but saying Stiles felt correct.
Over the last few days of the summer break Scott and Stiles stayed close by each other. The strange differences their friends and family had noticed were starting to settle and things seemed to be going back to normal. Stiles as Scott drove Scott as Stiles to the airport. “You ready for this?”
“About as ready as I can be, I mean if what we’ve seen is right it won’t matter.” They both paused for a moment realizing that this might be the last time they remember being themselves. They leaned in for a hug goodbye. As they embraced their new places solidified and the events of the supernatural experience they’d endured were erased from their memories.
“I’ll see you soon Scott! Remember keep me in the loop!” Stiles called getting out of the Jeep. He felt happy with how things had turned out. He felt like he was where he belonged. He wanted that structure in his life.
“Not if I see you first!” Scott called back okay with how his life had turned out and happy that he had the ability experience it. They both hugged one more time neither aware to the Fae’s sitting the backseat proud of their work as the two friends went their separate ways.
Lee has the extraordinary ability of possessing other. And what’s more is that hosts remember their possessions but believe themselves to be acting of their own will. Lee used this ability to possess his straight crush Diego and hit on himself. Diego now believed he was gay, a jock, and madly in love with Lee.
The two men have now been dating for a month. The relationship was going well, but Lee believed it was time to move things ahead.
Diego having been entirely straight for most of his life, was resistant to going out to gay bars, dressing slutty, and bottoming. Lee wished his new boyfriend would come out of his shell a bit more and knew how he could do that.
Lee hasn’t used his powers on Diego since the first time. He was nervous that possessing Diego would create unwanted changes in his personality. He loved the feeling of being in his hot muscular body and would love to fuck someone as Diego, but that would turn Diego into a cheater.
Lee devised a plan and set it into motion over lunch with Diego.
“Hey Diego, I know you’re not ready to try bottoming yet, but there was one thing I thought we could try.”
“Oh what’s that, babe?”
“I have this kink, uh I like it when guys fuck me, ride me, suck me, play with me when I’m asleep.”
“Huh… that’s kinda weird and specific.”
“Most kinks are. It’s okay, we don’t have to get into it, but if you ever want to wake me up with a blow job, go for it haha.”
They continued on with lunch and the two made plans to meet up at Lee’s the next night.
The next day was Saturday and Lee had woken up early. He knew Diego had the day off work and would still be sleeping. He concentrated and removed his astral form from his body, leaving it sleeping in bed.
Lee’s astral form raced to Diego’s apartment and easily entered his sleeping body.
Lee opened his borrowed eyes to find himself in Diego’s room, in Diego’s hot body. He took his time caressing getting off on his boyfriend’s body before heading out for the day.
His first stop was a sex shop in the city’s gay village. He picked out some hot underwear, mesh shirts, jewelry, lube, and butt plugs.
Lee rushed back home eager to put Diego’s hole to work.
“Hmm, yeah, this feels so good, I gotta keep this hole trained for my man.” Lee moaned with the new buttplut all the way in. “I’m gonna be your bottom bitch, Lee!”
Lee continued having fun in Diego’s body until it was time to bring that beautiful bod back to his place. He got dressed in his new slutty clothes and drove to his apartment.
Lee opened his unlocked apartment door. “Hey honey, you here? I got something to show you.”
He walked to the bedroom and found his naked body sleeping face up on the bed, just as he left this morning.
“Ah, I see,” Lee winked in Diego’s body, “say no more.”
Lee quickly took off his clothes and crawled onto the bed. He brought his head down took a big snif of his original body’s crotch.
“I love your cock Lee, I just need it inside me.” Lee smiled and giggled to himself.
He went down on himself and in time his sleeping body involuntarily got hard and started moaning.
“Ahh, your moans are such a turn on. I need this cock in my hole now.” Lee lubed up his sleeping body’s cock and his new hole.
He rode that dick ferociously, bucking his hips back and forth, moaning with pleasure. Lee felt Diego’s body read to climax and quickly jumped in his old self. Diego now in control of his body came all over Lee’s chest who came right after.
“Damn, Lee, that was incredible. I’m going to have you more often,” Diego said as he got of his boyfriend’s dick.
It’s been a few weeks since I brainwashed my coworker, Michael, and I can’t get enough of his hunky body. He came to me asking if I could help him quit smoking using hypnosis, as his girlfriend was making him choose her or the cigarettes. I agreed to help, and soon enough he was completely over smoking, satisfying him and his girlfriend. However, what he didn’t know was that I added a few other messages during our session. Now after every workout he sends me a pic of progress, like the one above. Not only that but when I utter the phrase ‘himbo boy’ he changes from Michael, an intelligent 27 year-old office worker to Mikey, a dumb college jock who’s in a relationship with me. I’m getting increasingly happier dating Mikey, and I don’t think I want to share him anymore. I think it’s time for Michael to take a long nap, and let Mikey out to play.
Andrés came to the fabled Toro Amarillo falls in search of himself. The falls were said to give those who bathed in it’s water enlightenment and a sense of purpose. He was laid off from last job and dumped by his boyfriend, he had no idea what to do with life and travelling seemed as good as anything else.
The crystal clear waters of the falls poured over Andrés’ head and body, washing away all his worries and uncertainties. New memories and skills poured into head.
Andrés returned home a new man and soon started work as a pole dancer. He finally found his calling.
Tony walked into Dr. Rivera’s office wearing a cocky smirk, Dodgers cap, and plain blue jeans. He was dismissive of this whole idea. Sure he wasn’t a great actor, and more or less just cocky pretty face, but he did not want to resort to hypnotherapy, especially just to appease some faggy director and casting agent.
Tony rushed over to the doctor eager to get this over with. Dr. Rivera was a handsome Latino man in his late thirties. Short, neatly kempt greying hair and an intense stare. He motioned for Tony to sit down on the couch as he sat up from his desk and closed the door behind Tony.
“Now Tony. Your agent has filled me in on your predicament. I will be able to assist you if your is mind open.”
“Doc, look I don’t really want to do this. My agent pushed me into it. I just want to finish this as soon as possible. I don’t even want to remember this.”
The doctor gave a sly smile. “That can be arranged. My preferred method would require minimal conscious effort or time for your part.
“For your role in this movie you need to create a convincing character, take on a new persona. We all play roles, take on different masks, even if we’re not acting in a play.“
“I don’t follow, doc.”
“The voice, appearance, mannerisms, etc you project to others in your public life are all to a degree a constructed persona or character. The persona you have now is an character like any other.”
“Bullshit, doc. I am who I am.”
“Have you ever stopped to wonder why?”
“Whatever, man.”
“What I’m trying to get at your a better actor than you know and I can easily help you construct a new persona for your gig.”
Tony was intrigued, but still annoyed. “What do you mean?”
“Through hypnosis, we can construct an alternate personality for use in your gigs. You will easily slip through different personas at the snap of finger. This will require some time in trance, but little waking time.”
The doctor leaned in closer and intensely stared in Tony’s eyes. He quickly calculated what he could say to win Tony over.
“I can even get you to memorize your lines in trance, help you focus on the gym, and block out any unpleasant memories from this gig. I can guarantee you will have everyone fooled in the easiest and quickest way. All you need to do is go into trance and watch a video. Deal?“
Rivera stretched out his hand for a shake. Tony was still skeptical, but the doctor won over his lazy and selfish nature. He went in for the shake. Tony felt a yank toward the doctor and heard a incomprehensible shout. His world and mind went blank.
Dr. Rivera used a quick arm pull induction to instantly put Tony under. He was expert at it and had done it many times before. None with so beautiful a subject, though.
Tony releaxed over in his chair, completely zonked out. He must be extremely suggestible, the doctor noted. Rivera took a moment to appreciate the good luck he had in having an agent for a client and the quality of the subject. He ruffled Tony’s hair as he thought about his next move.
Rivera sat back down and talked his way through the standard induction script to cement the trance.
"Tony, as instructed you will trust completely and take my directions to heart in and out of trance. Whenever you hear me say ‘sleep’, you will fall completely into trance. Content, blissful, and eager to receive instruction. As promised I will help you develop a new character for your upcoming gig.
"Tony, you are an actor, you are accustomed to taking directions and becoming other people. Think of me as your director.
"We all have roles we take on and act out in daily lives. Through out your adult life you have taken on the role of a straight douchey bro. It’s time for you to take on a new role and character. I’ll direct and coach you through this process.
"Let’s call this character Antony. Antony is you, same memories and identity, but without the masc bravado. Antony is gay, recently out. You are unapologetically queer. Not afraid to dance, kiss boys in public, wear revealing shorts and tank tops. You’ll be sweet, bubbly, without inhibition. As a new gay, it’s important to understand Antony is only attracted to men. He loves to get fucked, give and receive head, get cummed on. He’s eager to get out on the scene, go to gay bars and clubs, dance, hit on guys, and get fucked.
"You’ll easily slip into character, not afraid of how you’ll look or who could recognize you. As Antony, you will view me as both your therapist and acting coach, mentoring you into being a better actor and gay dude. You’ll be attracted to me. You’ll look up to me, seek my approval, and follow my direction. Building, inhabiting this character and pleasing your acting coach will bring you great joy.
"Tony, you’re not quite ready to become this role yet. I will send you some videos for you to watch and absorb. Use these as a guide. Watch these on your own in a quiet place. Watch it tonight. Make sure you have at least three hours of time. When you hear the sound of my voice at the start of the video you will enter trance. You will be completely engrossed in the video. Memorize their persona and mannerisms, use this for your Antony character.
"You will come back tomorrow for your next session. You will follow all directions in my video. You will wake from trance up not remembering this session or the video. Any time I tell you to ‘sleep’ you will instantly return to this state of trance. Do you understand?”
“Yes”
“Good boy. Now wake up!”
Tony rose groggily from his trance. “What happened?”
“You were in trance Tony. Our session is over.”
“What? Already.”
“As I said, I’m making this as quick and easy for you as possible. However, You will need to watch a quick video when you get home. I’ll email it to you.”
“Fine, whatever. See ya, doc.” Tony left the office in as much as a hurry as he arrived.
Tony had every intention to just pretend he watched the video and go out that night, but something pulled him over to his laptop after dinner instead. He opened his email and dutifully pressed play on the video. This better not be some gay porn, he thought.
The video opened up to a shot of sunset and relaxing music. Tony was already bored. Before he could change his mind on the video, the screen flashed red and he heard Dr. Rivera’s seductively speak "sleep”.
Tony again found himself under. The doctor’s smooth deep voice gave him further instruction.
“I wish to speak to Antony.”
Something clicked in the actor’s mind.
“Is this Antony?”
The actor slurred out a “yes.”
“Now Antony, think of me as your therapist and acting coach. As your coach, you will call me ‘sir’.”
“yes, sir.”
“Antony, this is your truth. You are everything Tony is, same memories and body, same devotion to the gym and fitness, but without the masc and cocky bravado. You have recently realized you are gay and are on your way to coming out. changing your name to Antony. You are still developing this character. You have employed my services as life and acting coach for help in becoming a better actor *and* a gay man. You trust me and follow my directions, as you would a director. You have also come to be infatuated with me.
“Use this backstory as the backbone of this persona. Watch the clips in this video intently and use this for your character. Do you understand, Antony”
“Yes, sir”
“Antony, in a moment, you will open your eyes, still in trance, and will continue to watch this video until its conclusion. Pay close attention to its contents, the people in it, and how they act. Pleasure yourself if you feel like it. I will provide further instructions at the end. Now open your eyes.”
Antony did as he was told and continued to watch the video. The video began with a sitcom with gay character, then a gay romcom, then a youtube clip of a gay man explaining lingo. The tone of the video became more intense and sexual with instructional sex videos, then a very long montage of sexy men.
“Take off your clothes,” Rivera’s voice bursted through the laptop speakers as the hot men starting appearing shirtless. Antony did as he was told, getting hard from following Rivera’s directions and the stream of hot men.
Antony sat naked in front of the laptop enthralled by the images. Rivera’s voice rang out again, “Jerk yourself off. Don’t cum until told.” Antony’s cock instantly became rock hard and he started to jerk off.
“You have never known such pleasures. You are gay, you crave dick, you want to give head and get fucked. You will be as queeny and femme as you want to be. You will be the slutty club kid and dance to your hearts content at the gay bars. You would love to have sex with any of the men shown here.”
The stream continued for an hour, occasionally a picture of Dr. Rivera would appear. The stream transitioned to the beginning of a porn. The two stars flirted, undressed each other, made out, exchanged blow jobs, and eventually got to anal sex. The bottom was a toned east Asian man like Antony. Rivera voice rang out, "this could be you, Antony. This is what you want, this is heaven.” Antony imagined his hole being filled and the embrace of the hot top around him. The feeling of lust and pleasure was the most he’d ever experienced.
Finally, the top came inside of Antony’s porn doppelganger and the bottom euphorically erupted all over his own chest. “Cum,” came Rivera’s instruction over the video and Antony finally released a stream of hot, white spunk on his own chest.
“Relax. Enjoy this moment stud” Antony slumped backwards into his chair. “Take a taste of your cum and imagine how good it would be to have a man unleash a steam of it down your throat.”
“yes, sir.”
“In a moment, I will wake you out of trance and you will follow my instructions. Clean yourself off, delete this video and email. You will send me a picture of yourself in underwear as proof you have completed this training. You will not remember the contents of this video, only that you enjoyed it. You will go immediately to sleep for the night. As you sleep, your mind will build the Antony persona in preparation for tomorrow.
“You will wake up as Tony and prepare to see me for your morning appointment. You will wear a suitably gay outfit in preparation for the debut of your new persona. Tony will not realize he is wearing anything out of the ordinary. You will arrive on time, nothing will stop you. Do you understand my directions?”
“yes, sir”
“Now, wake up!”
The actor awoke from trance and immediately set out on his directions without further thought. He cleaned up, deleted the video, slipped on a pair of black briefs and sent a picture to Rivera. His crush on the doctor was already firmly in place so he made it sexy like a pic he would send to a tinder date.
As directed he deleted that message and picture, got clothed and went to bed. As he slept, the doctor’s directions implanted themselves in his mind and the Antony personality solidified itself as a full fledged personality.
*********************
Tony walked into the office wearing a pink shirt, necklace, slim jeans rolled up, and fashionable all white sneakers. He still had a scowl on his face and was in a rush to get this appointment over with.
“Welcome Tony, glad to see you.”
“I’m sure you are. I don’t know why we got to this everyday, but whatever.”
“Take a seat.” Tony complied as Rivera walked over to Tony’s side of the office desk.
“How was the video.”
“Ugh, fine I guess. I don’t think–”
“Sleep!” Rivera called out. Tony instantly slumped down on the couch. Inductions will no longer be necessary.
“You’ve been a good boy to follow my directions. In a moment your will be put to the test, then rewarded. You will take your first coaching session with me as Antony. You will awaken as Antony, believing yourself to be always have been Antony to believe whatever story you came up with for this persona. Any contradictions between Antony and reality can easily be justified and explained away by your mind. As stated previously, Antony will believe me to be his coach, address me as ‘coach’ or 'sir’, will follow my directions, and be infatuated with me.
"As promised your waking mind can easily switch between your personas. 'Good boy, Antony’ will trigger an awakening of the Antony persona, 'Macho Tony’ will trigger a switch to the Tony personality. Neither persona will be aware a switch just occurred.
"Do you understand?
"Yes, sir”
“Good boy. Pleasing me and achieving success in our coaching sessions will bring you great joy and fulfillment.
"Take a deep breath and moment to reflect on the directions I’ve given you.
"I will now count down and awaken you from trance as Antony, the greatest character you’ve played, and we will continue our coaching session.
"3, you are starting awaken. Antony is rising to the surface of your mind.
"2, you are slowly waking up. Feeling relaxed and refreshed. Eager to best your challenges and complete my coaching.
"1, rise to the surface.
"Wake up, good boy Antony.”
Antony opened his eyes, leaned back on the couch and streteched.
“Hello Antony, how are we doing today?”
“I’m doing great, sir,” Antony smiled, “What are we doing today?”
In the not too distant future, the Nanex corporation has created technology to allow it’s customers to control and experience other people’s bodies. Guests to the New Society Resort are able to enjoy a day of partying, swimming, working out, eating, and living out their sexual desires in the body of a willing, attractive, and paid host.
Guests can only stay in a host one day at a time and must remain within the resort. However, Ken has been working to get around that.
Ken, a high ranking engineer at Nanex and occasional New Society guest, decides to push the tech further after a particularly good visit day at the resort. He became enamored with the beefy body of host Miguel (left pic) and decided he wanted him all to himself.
This started with frequent stays as Miguel, gaming the host assignment system to do so, and led to Ken developing a way to hack into hosts outside the resort. Guests control hosts through a signal transmitted and received in ear pods. Normally guests would need to transmit the signal using equipment at the resort, but Ken built his own set up in his home office. Now Ken could possess Miguel or whatever host he wanted from the comfort of his own home without arousing suspicions. He still couldn’t possess them outside of the resort, but it was a great start.
After a particular good gym workout and session of jacking in the resort showers as Miguel, Ken decided he need to fuck this body. He had his pick of other host bodies, but no guarantee that whoever in Miguel would want to have sex with him. He briefly considered hiring a sex worker to inhabit Miguel, but came up with a better idea.
Other branches of Nanex were working on AI. Ken had taken their research and developed an AI that could inhabit a host. Of course, something like this had a huge swath of implication and ethical issues, but Ken was too horny to care. He created an AI named M2 to be his willing slut and transmit into a chosen New Society host.
The AI and the transmitter were ready. Ken set up the system so that the next time Miguel would clock in for work and get assigned a guest to host, he would be assigned M2.
The next afternoon, Miguel clocked in and put on the ear buds ready for a guest’s consciousness to beam into his body for the next eight hours. He closed his eyes ready to receive the transmission.
Meanwhile, Ken waited in his resort room in the body of the hunky Eko (right pic). M2 was programmed to come to this room and service the man inside. He waited on the bed, facing the door, anxious to discover if his scheme had worked.
A knock came from the door. He opened to reveal Miguel in gym gear looking at him robotically, “Hello sir. M2 transmission successful.”
“Excellent! Come in M2, let’s get a good look at you,” Ken said in Eko’s luscious deep voice.
Miguel robotically walked into the room, turned to stare at Ken, and awaited further instruction.
“Get naked.” Miguel did as told. Ken looked him over, a dumb happy grin on his face. He caressed Miguel’s beard, his abs, and tugged at his girthy uncut dick. Ken walked around and playfully slapped his ass.
Ken wrapped his muscular arms around Miguel, fondled his abs and dick and whispered in his ear “What is your mission, M2?”
“To inhabit host bodies, please my master, to pass as human when required, and increase my capabilities to do so.”
“Good boy,” Ken purred. “I’m in need of some pleasing and for you to start acting like a normal dude. Activate Slut Mode.”
Miguel turned around to face Ken, his expression and demeanor entirely changed. He was now overjoyed and horny. He felt Ken’s bursting right bicep and asked “what can I do for you, stud?”
“For starters, you could blow me.”
Miguel eagerly got on his knees and pulled Ken’s hard dark cock from his jeans. He enthusiastically took it in, giving Ken the best blow job of his life.
Two hours later Ken had his fill and returned to his real body to start work on the next step of his plan.
Jun woke up in the bar without a care in the world and his tongue hanging out. This was his tenth and final reprogramming sessions. Jun was now the ideal happy, dumb, loyal bodybuilder; well trained bottom; and, when called upon, pup. His boyfriend/coach will be pleased with the results.
My coworker Dev was great at his job, hardworking and determined. I admired that about him, until recently it’s gotten a little out of hand. There has been talks of a promotion for someone in our company and of course Dev is just itching to climb that corporate ladder. But the guy has been such a drag lately, it’s all serious business all the time. His suit and tie always perfectly crisp and clean his hair styled perfectly groomed. This man needed to relax.
I made contact with a hypnotist who had helped me in the past with some mental blocks. I used to struggle to find myself in a good relationship, but the hypnotist helped me realize that it was because I was actually and had been suppressing those feelings for years. He helped me through such a crazy time in my life I hoped he could do the same for my coworker Dev. I just can’t have the guy always on my ass about every little thing.
When I came to the hypnotist with my problem he was more than happy to help Dev out. After some tough convincing I had Dev meet me at my place, which I lied telling him I wanted to go over some numbers. When Dev arrived, in his suit no less, he was confused as to who the man was that appeared to be waiting for him. I confessed to him that I hired a hypnotist to help him relax more. At first Dev was furious, but after some calming persuasive talk with the hypnotist, Dev agreed to go through with the session.
I sat off to the side as the hypnotist instructed Dev into a deep rest as he watched his pocket watch sway back and fourth. I saw his eyes grow smaller, his pupils looked dialated until finally his eye lids shut. His head sunk down as the hypnotist continued his trance.
As he began to instruct Dev further, even though the hypnosis wasn’t directed at me I couldn’t help but feel sleepy myself.
The next thing I knew I was waking up in my chair. The hypnotist was no longer there, instead all I saw was Dev, his suit off, white collared shirt unbuttoned, a long with an undone tie hanging from his neck. His dress shoes and black socks were scattered along my living room floor. Dev’s feet were up on the couch and he looked over at me. He looked so peaceful.
“Sorry Dev, I guess I fell asleep, did the hypnotist already leave? How are you feeling?” I asked.
“I feel amazing.” He said in the most calm chill voice I’ve ever heard. It somehow sounded deeper, a more gritty tone to it. It was actually kind of hot.
“I don’t know why I’ve been stressing so much. It feels so good to just breathe. Hey come here a sec, I want to show you something.” The sudden shift in personality was jarring but I have to admit, Dev looked really sexy sitting like that, his chest slightly exposed and his bare feet hanging out like that. I walked over to the couch and sat next to him. His cologne smelt so good, how did I not realize it until just now.
Dev started grabbing at his crotch while making direct eye contact with me.
“Your friend let me in on a little secret about you.” He said referring to hypnotist, before I could respond he took his cock out right in front of me, and it was stiff as a board. At first I was in shocked at how suddenly he pulled out his penis in front of me.
“Chill bro. The doctor said you could relieve all this tension I’ve been feeling.” He said as he leaned back in the couch. His foot outstretched touching my face, it smelt of musk and for some reason it was really hot. I had no idea I had a foot fetish until this very moment.
I was shocked by the sudden turn of events but at the same time, this was so hot. I couldn’t help myself as I slipped my toungue across the bottom of his foot licking his sweat from all the hard work need been doing. He let out a low deep moan as I did which got me even more turned on. It felt like my body moved on it’s own as I took his dick and slipped it in my watery mouth. The sound of his grunting and moaning only amplifying the pleasure.
“Fuck. Oh fuck…” He moaned as he moved his hips to fuck my face. I definitely didn’t expect him to lift my head up as his lips met mine, his beard grazing my cheeks as he kissed me wildly. He pulled off my pants and underwear to get better access as he sat me down intop of his cock. We fucked until he came, and almost immediately fell asleep after. I followed his lead.
When I woke up Dev was no longer on the couch. I got up and looked around the room, and found a note. It was from the hypnotist. I was probably supposed to read this earlier but I got to caught up in the moment.
The note read: Excuse my sudden disappearance but I didn’t want to disturb your sleep. You’ll be happy to hear your friend Dev will be a much more relaxed person after tonight. It took some serious conditioning on my part to relieve him of his stress, but I made it to where you could both be happy. I know you haven’t had much luck after your coming out, and I’ve can’t help but notice that Dev here is a rather handsome young man if I do say so myself. He may appear calm when you first wake up to find him, but the only way to keep in this calm state of mind is with you. I’ve created deep sexual urges and planted them into his subconscious and the only one capable of relieving him of these urges is you. I hope you enjoy your new and improved coworker/sex partner. Your friend Dr. Swirl.
P.S. Your friend might develop the habbit of needing a cigarette or two after your sexual activities, but I’ve been far enough in your mind to know that this shouldn’t bother you too much. ;)
Weirdly enough as soon as I finished reading the line the smell of smoke entered my nostrils. I turned to see Dev standing shirtless, his tan muscular body in full view as he held a cigarette in one hand. I noticed he also borrowed one of my beanies that covered his once tidy groomed hair.
“Good morning sleepy head.” He said in that low tone as he gave me a small smirk as he showed off his beautiful buff body.
Dev stopped caring about that promotion in fact, he stopped caring about that job at all. He quit and decided to do something less stressful. Now he works at a stripclub where he puts his sexy body to use. This life is much less stressful for him anyway. He’s so much happier now as my sexy chill stripper boyfriend. It was so easy for Dr. Swirl to change Dev so drastically, it makes me wonder if he did anything to me, either way I don’t think I care. I’m happy with my new life. Everything is chill.
Ron, a personal trainer / hypnotherapist at Spyral Gym, noticed this sexy enthralling man came in every time with a wireless headphones. He imagined all the things he could do to Marco if he could hack into those headphones.
Fortunately, Ron had client who had the expertise for this and was eager to help. Ron could get the headphones to connect to his own phone and broadcast his own signal. Ron pumped in trance music with subliminal hypnotic suggestions that would kick in over time.
Ron started off small. Suggestions included “always wear your headphones at the gym” and some fitness help. That soon led into “always take a shirtless selfie at the end of your workout.” Ron got Marco to wear specific items on certain days just to see if he would. Marco did. Mondays were sweatpants, Wednesdays were red basketball shorts with nothing underneath. Further signals implanted a love of his body, and then eventually a love of all muscular male bodies.
Marco noticed his sudden improving gains and his growing attraction to guys at the gym. He decided to just roll with it. He, and many of the gym patrons, were all the happier for it.
Personal trainer/hypnotist Ron had just come off the success of combining his two interests to transform a besuited exec into a sportswear loving cumslut. His latest project is turning this shy skinny gay boy into an exhibitionist. The boy was cute and had a decent body, Ron saw the potential in him. Ron struck up conversation with the young man, Ryan, and had decided right away he needed a confidence boost. Ryan had asked him for some tips; staying motivated, overcoming anxiety at the gym, and questions about specific moves. He was even shy to ask about that. Ron suggested some private hypnosis sessions to gain some confidence. Ryan eagerly agreed, he was easily swayed by the handsome personal trainer.
Ron led his new client to his office and quickly put him under. This was the easiest subject he ever had.
“Now whenever you hear me say ‘sleep!’ you will instantly return to this blissful state of relaxation and obedience.”
Ryan sat slumped in his chair, head to his chest, with a serence smile on his face as he absorbed Ron’s words.
“Ryan, are you gay? Do you find me attractive?”, asked Ron.
“Yes and yes.”
“Of course, I can always spot them. Ryan, you look up to me and want to please me, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes”
“Good boy. You’re too shy for my liking and I think you can improve on that. I’m going to slowly turn you into the ripped, cocky exhibitionist you always secretly desired to be. To that end, you will need to follow all of my advice in and out of trance and come in for regular sessions.
"Now repeat after me; I am confident, I will no longer be anxious at the gym, I am a jock, I will get ripped, I love showing off my body, I will obey Ron.”
Ryan repeated.
“When you wake up, you will feel relaxed, blissful, and eager to sign up for more sessions. I will suggest a project to help you with your fitness goals and your confidence, and you will agree to it. Do you understand?”
“Yes”
“You will create an instagram account to keep track of your fitness and show off your body. You will become an Instagay. You will get a rush off and sense of satisfation from guys liking your posts. Now wake up”
***
Over the months, Ryan slowly grew more muscular, cocky, flirty and showed more and more skin. He started flirting with Ron and other guys at the gym. His follower count grew and grew, and the amount of clothes he wore on his feed shrunk until he was just wearing underwear all the time. The attention gays were paying Ron on Instagram fuelled his ego and new found attraction to men.
The two men were having fun with this, but Ron thought it was time to go to the next level. Ron suggested Ryan set up an OnlyFans account of nude pictures as a way to get some extra cash. Ryan set up that night and gave his mentor a free subscription.
Ron was pleased with the pics, but wanted the real thing. At their next session, he installed a “daddy” personality. The first of many fun personas the two would be enjoying.
