“AH!” Cal shouted in surprise. The look of terror and fear seemingly out of place on his huge, suited body.
“Relax. Cal! That’s Milan,” Phillis communicated through the watch. “Milan! It’s so good to see you!”
“Wish I could say the same Phillis, I’m sure you look exquisite as usual. As is the help you managed to find. I know the templates from the watch are pre-set, but I must say you wear this one well.” Milan says as he eyes Cal’s current appearance, even going so far as to lightly stroke his lapel on the new suit he was wearing.
“Uh…. Wow. Um… Mr. Milan… pleasure to meet you I… sorry Phillis didn’t mention how you looked so I wasn’t sure to look for I… sorry you’re just very handsome and cute and I wasn’t expecting…. Well you!” In Cal’s mind he had an image what an international superspy would look like. So, it was very surprising when this cute shorter man had walked up to the security room in an even more fancy suit than the one Cal was given.
“I bet she undersold my good looks. Well Phillis there’s certainly enough to go around. You don’t have to be jealous. I specialize in being unassuming when I want to be, though it’s hard to keep this much charm under wraps.” Milan said to the watch Cal was wearing followed by a wink at Cal again causing him to blush. “By the way you can call me Hank or Henry or later if you’re free after this.” For Cal it was jarring to see this cute smaller white buy so forward, when he looked like a tough soldier in a suit!
“Keep it in your pants agent. I’ve got an exit strategy for us planned out by the river now that you’re here. Prepare for extraction.” Phillis chided as Milan laughed.
“Not quite yet love. I didn’t jump off cliffside parties and go in deep cover to just leave. I needed you here because our mission wasn’t done yet Phillis.” Milan explained as he began to type into the security system. “I know you can see into what I’m pulling up now so let me catch you up. I had already stayed in an undercover position as a valet for the party for days before our mission. When I ditched the watch in the ocean I was doing so because I knew our cover had been blown. Ramiz knew our style with disguise tech and to get by unnoticed I needed it gone. So, I dove off that cliff, where I had my backup bag waiting for me. By the way Phillis remind me to thank this lovely gentleman who runs this bar on the outskirts of town.”
“Milan! Focus!” Phillis yelled, though she was taking extensive notes on the info Milan had been pulling up.
“Anyway, I immediately saw that drones were scanning for the watch, but they couldn’t find it under the waves when it was deactivated. Needless to say, I followed them back to where they’d been deployed, found this mansion and infiltrated it as a butler to keep tabs on what Ramiz could possibly be up to. It goes way passed a Baron’s info drive. He’s doing strange bio technical experiments Phillis. Are you seeing this?”
Phillis paled as she observed the scenes before her. “Unfortunately, yes. I’m uploading these recordings right now. My gosh.”
Cal could only stare in confusion as footage of the labs he’d passed on the way here flooded the screen. In some videos he could see scientists creating these strange sets of rings. In others he could see a line of healthy powerful looking young men lying asleep on medical examining beds. The last video showed Ramiz! Though not the Ramiz Cal had seen at the bar nor in the mansion. This Ramiz looked older and more withered, until he held one ring up to an unconscious young man only for a bright flash to occur. A very familiar bright flash to occur. When the camera’s perspective got into focus The young man on the table was a lot older looking and look infirmed, while Ramiz looked confident and full of vitality. “Bring in the next one,” Ramiz called out in the recording before it cut off.
“So. Phillis, I don’t understand all the tech behind what’s being done, but I do know it needs to stop before another innocent young man gets taken. He’s been kidnapping these people off the streets! We need to stop him before anyone else gets hurt.” Milan continued.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ok… Milan this is using similar tech to mine, and it goes way beyond cloaking for espionage… yes. We can stop this. But we must get Cal out over here. Cal, I’m going to tell you how to disengage the watch so it can be removed ok? Milan, with the watch’s help… you’ll be able to free the captives, destroy the labs, and clear us a way out.”
“Sounds wonderful darling. Cal, was it? If you would.” Milan reaches out his hand for the watch.
Cal looked down at his big body as Phillis gave him the disengage instructions. He couldn’t fully grasp the severity of the situation, but he knew that it was his time to step down. As much as he’d enjoyed playing with these new bodies, he wasn’t going to let that get in the way of making sure anyone in this building was ok.
Before he even realized it the watch had fallen off into Milan’s hand and in another flash, Cal was standing there in an oversized suit, about a few inches below eye level with Milan. He was back to his normal height of 5’2 and mop of unruly dark hair made him appear average at best. Even his tanned skin mad him miss his previously darker bigger body just a moment ago.
“Thank you very much Cal. I literally only just met you, but I do know that you must’ve done a hell of a lot to get this far to help me and Phillis. I’ll take it from here.” Then with a practiced pose, Milan put on the watch! It snapped around his wrist in a flash and charged to life. “Alright Phillis, you’ve got communications going. I’ll do the groundwork. Cal, you may not have the watch, but we need eyes on security. You give us a heads up on anything we may miss, ok?”
Surprised, Cal nodded eagerly. “O-of course. I’ll be watching. You can count on me.”
“Good, then let’s go Phillis.” Milan presses down the buttons on the watch and starts his first transformation. He instantly took on the form of the soldier body Cal was using before! From this angle Cal could see just how imposing of a presence he had mere moment ago. Before Cal could even fully admire Milan’s body, he’d run off down the hall.
Through the security cameras Cal could see Milan in soldier form go in and disarm a bunch of guards before knocking them all out in mere seconds! In no time at all Milan was in another room smashing through equipment and research using the body Cal called Ignis! He was raising the axe on his back with expert precision, slicing through everything around the area!
Cal sat back and relaxed as Milan made short work of every obstacle this building was throwing at him, all with the subtly and support from Phillis to not raise any of this fortress’ alarms!
While he was certainly happy that the plan was going well, part of Cal was already reminiscent over his experiences with the watch. Swimming at those speeds, saving Leo from that burning building, speeding down the roads on a motorcycle, and even that strange party at the bar. All of it was such a unique interesting experience. Everything Cal didn’t think he was…
All seemed to be going well as Cal could see Milan freeing the last of the captured men, when something occurred to Cal. He was reviewing the various screens in front of him carefully as he asked Phillis, “Hey… you’re still in the system right Phillis? You can see everything I can?”
“Yeah of course. I still have our whole exit plan once Milan is done. The waterways are our best bet, I’ve got a boat set up and everything.”
“Can you see yourself? Your boat I mean? And the upper floors? I’m only seeing Milan down here… everything else is… the same… I remember Ramiz said he’d be going upstairs. To check on the butlers but I don’t see him anywhere. Or any of the butlers for that matter.”
“Wait. Cal you’re right. The feed I’m receiving. Frame by frame comparison. It’s looping. Someone knows we’re in their system. Milan! You hear that? Regroup and make your exit with Cal now!”
“I’m on my way Phillis I-“ Milan began before his voice cut out. Moments later screen after screen in the security room began to turn off. Even the lights were beginning to dim.
“No! Cal! They’ve locked me out. Listen carefully I need you to s-“ Phillis began before her voice was cut off from the room’s speakers.
And then Cal was alone, nothing but silence and dimming lights around him.
“Oh crap. Fuck! Ok. I Uh…. Shit… I need to… get out of here! Find Milan! Phillis too! Then… shit. Then we’ll figure the rest out together!” Cal mumbled pacing back and forth before quietly opening the door to sneak back through the halls.
His soldier like memories remembered the exact path back up the stairs to the ground level, though now the path was littered with unconscious guards and broken glass. Milan was definitely in this direction. As he ascended the stairs, he could hear a conversation happening.
“Well Milan, I can’t say I’m surprised. I knew you’d turn out at one point. Our lest rendezvous ended so abruptly, perhaps now you’ll be able to stick around.” Cal could see Ramiz in his nicely suited body talking to Milan who was still transformed into Ignis the fire template, but disarmed.
“Ramiz! You’re looking… darker than usual. I’d heard you’d appropriated art as you rose the ranks of crime, not it appears you’re doing the same with race and ethnicity. Can’t say I blame the attempt to rid yourself of that ugly mug,” Milan retorted. Peaking out a little further Cal could see Ramiz had two guards restraining him! Not only that Cal could see that Milan managed to catch his eye and wink at him. What was he doing!?
“Now Ramiz! You’ve got me right where you want me. Everything you were after, right here. Why not call off your guards and we can talk about this like gentlemen.” Milan offers.
Ramiz laughs and strangely enough all his guards laugh in the same cadence at the same time. “Agent Milan. I couldn’t build a mansion large enough to contain that ego of yours. I was never after you! It was always that watch! The device is more powerful than you could possibly imagine. Once your change times out and that genius comes here to rescue you, THEN I’ll have everything I want! And I certainly won’t need another butler. The one’s holding you down should suffice.” Ramiz proclaims.
Cal could see fear run across Milan’s suave composed face, but he quickly shook it off. This was also the first time Cal noticed that these new guards looked odd. Their clothes were ill fitting as if they were wearing a suit sized much smaller than their current bulky forms.
Milan growled, “Mousier Ramiz. If you think for one moment that you’ll lay even a finger on Phillis!”
“You are hardly in a position to be making threats agent.” Ramiz mocks.
“Oh. I won’t be the one threatening.” Milan says as he begins to close his eyes and look away from the windows of the room.
Confused and concerned, Cal was wondering why the agent was looking away. The mansion windows in that direction face a nearby river and the sun shining outside made it hard to see passed the waterfront. But for some reason there was a low buzzing sound growing progressively louder. That is until a large speed boat burst through the windows into the foyer!
Piloting the boat was none other than Phillis who had smashed through the mansion walls and held a pistol out shooting the two men holding Milan. The agent seemed to see this coming and rolled out of the way as the boat landed! Phillis tossed Milan a gun and the two began to shoot at the encroaching guards! Cal was awestruck at the action movie like fight he was seeing unfurl before his eyes. Though the occasional bullet towards the stairs reminded him to duck in time for a stray shot to shoot open the vent to his side.
“That’s enough!” Ramiz shouted as he stood from behind cover and began to point his ring at Milan and Phillis! Soon their bodies went rigid, and Cal could see small strands of energy were pouring out of them.
The gunfire immediately stopped as all the guards in the room seemed to be still… no… vibrating with energy. Their faces growing a very similar stubble like pattern to the current firefighter template that Milan was wearing. However, unlike the guys from the video Milan’s form was remaining unchanged and still ruggedly handsome. Ramiz was simply grinning ear to ear.
With no one else moving, Cal realized he had to do something! He nervously got to his feet and felt like he was going to regret this next part. It was hard to imagine Cal was capable of anything, but a blind fury filled tackle. And that is exactly what he delivered to Ramiz who was confused to a new participant in this fight. It was enough to have Ramiz stumble startled, dropping his concentration on Milan and Phillis, but not enough to knock him over.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ramiz composes himself and lifts Cal up by the neck squinting at him.
“Let him go!” Phillis demands, still panting at whatever the ring had done to her.
“Is your agency taking interns Phillis? You could certainly do better than this one. You’re the creator of a piece of technology that can replicate and overwrite a person’s DNA. The miracle mind of her generation wasted. But now that I finally have something you want, you’re going to give me that watch Milan is wearing and walk over here slowly. Or this one experiences what this ring can do up close.”
Through bleary eyes Cal could see Milan and Phillis look at one another before Phillis entered the watch’s release code, reverting Milan back to normal.
“He’s no one Ramiz. I’ll give you whatever you want, but that guy gets out safe. Ok?” Phillis said approaching slowly.
Ramiz let out a slow laugh. “I have no intention of sullying my collection with someone like him. You have my word, he’ll come to no harm… well much harm.”
Phillis glared daggers at him till they were five feet apart. Cal was still dangling in the air by the arm of this impressively powerful man!
“Cal… I’m sorry.” Phillis said looking at him sadly before punching Ramiz and slapping the watch back on to Cal’s wrist! Before Cal could even speak Phillis had slammed down hard on a template that Cal had not seen before. There was a bright flash of light from the watch and Cal could already feel Ramiz’s grip loosen.
After a long night of study and rest Phillis awakens to a the light snoring of Cal on the couch. He’s sprawled out sleepily with his watch hand flung lazily to the ground.
“Guess he managed to finish reading everything available. Otherwise that transformation wouldn’t have timed out with the new parameters I set in place. Honestly surprised, perhaps there is something to this guy after all…”
For the next few minutes Phillis opened up her laptop to find out where exactly Milan would be headed based on the watch’s info and his hidden message. It wasn’t until she’d ordered food that arrived within the hour that Cal awoke to the smell of hash browns and bacon.
“Did you get us breakfast?” Cal mumbled blearily as he rubbed his eyes.
“The fast food shop down the street did that actually, I just paid for it with a fake name. Eat up. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.” Phillis tossed Cal a bag of food as she explained. “I managed to locate the likely area Milan is likely headed. It’s owned by one of Ramiz’s shell corporations and has a dangerously high energy output. Also happens to be equidistant between Milan’s last mission and where you found the watch.”
With a mouth full of eggs Cal asks, “Who is this Ramiz guy anyway?”
“Long story short. The bad guy. Milan and I faced him in a variety of missions all throughout Europe. He’s a French Trillionaire who is always after experimental tech, which happens to be my specialty… and he was at the bar last night… though he looked… younger and more powerful than before.”
“Think that’s why he was after Milan? Revenge? Or because he had something Milan wanted?” Cal gulped.
“Could be either. Our last mission was Milan retrieving a drive from a duke at this party by the coast… we’d assumed it was just sensitive state secrets, but if Ramiz is involved… nevermind that. Let me explain the plan for today. We’ve got a small mansion like compound by the river in its own rich part of the city. Rich landscapes and even wealthier individuals live in that section. As of 8:00 AM today, this new compound happens to be in need of new security guards. Most of their staff left after an anonymous offer for a new place that pays more. You’re going to be their perfect replacement.”
“Awesome. I’m pretty confident I could use a watch template to be like something close to a guard, but why would they hire me so quickly? Not like, they’d hire me off the street.” Cal said, as Phillis let slip a smirk.
- 1 hour later -
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. Why do I have to do it shirtless again?” Cal shivered in the cool morning breeze as he stood outside a row of mansions.
“You read the manual. You already know that the watch uses your existing outfit as a frame for the transformation. Now you remember the plan?” Phillis says to Cal through the watch.
“Yeah yeah. Still sounds crazy though. You better actually miss by the way!” Cal whispers angrily to his wrist.
“Just worry about your part of the plan ok? Speak of. It’s time. Do your thing Cal.” Phillis ordered.
“Here goes nothing.” Cal slid through the various templates with a much clearer display on the watch and pressed down his next template.
In a flash of light Cal adjusts himself admiring his new form.
“Woah, that stats for this one were no joke,” he speaks in a deep commanding voice. “Guess this is what 6′5 and 270lbs feel like… fuck these arms are huge. This tattoo looks so cool too! I wish I had my phone for selfies… and I’ll have to remember this one for Leo later.” Cal continued to explore his body, running his new larger hands over his massive thighs and quads, while pretending to tie his size 15 shoes. As his hands made their way up he could feel his sizeable package packed tightly in a jockstrap, while the tips eventually reached his new 6 pack. Each rigid abdominal muscle as tough as Kevlar and as delicious as chocolate for anyone looking for eye candy.
“Cal stop feeling yourself up. I’m already in position. Start your route!” Phillis chimed in from his watch.
“Fine! Fine! I’m on my way!” Cal got up and began to jog down the street. Plenty of wealthy housewives and househusbands were gawking at the towering Adonis briskly walking passed their windows. Each low impact step causing his impressively tight pecs to bounce from their size alone.
Before long Cal arrived in front of the heavily fortified mansion compound. Cal knew that in a few minutes one of the mansion owners would exit to collect a package that Phillis had expedited to arrive now! Soon a handsome blonde man pushed open the large doors and walked outside in his tie loosened suits. As he stepped to the sidewalk to collect his package, a car suddenly was zooming down the road!
Cal, in position, immediately saw what was happening and sprung into action. With little effort he managed to push the man out of the way as the car sped incredibly down the street.
“Great work Cal,” Phillis whispered.
“You could’ve gone a little slower,” Cal said through gritted teeth. However the man beneath him soon stirred.
“Incredible. You managed to save me just now. Who are you?” the suited man asked.
“Simon Pain sir. Sorry about the push, didn’t think a rich place like this had this kind of thing happen in em.” Cal said adopting a new intonation of speaking to sell this new template.
“They normally don’t Mr… Pain.” the man squinted taking out his phone. He begins to look him up as Phillis puts the finishing touches to Simon Pain’s online profiles.
“Well glad I chose this place to start my morning jog. Just moved here from out of town, trying to find some sense of normal but it’s pretty different than-”
“Odessa Texas.” the man completed. “Where you were born to Judy and Michael Pain. Did football and wrestling all throughout high school till you enlisted and became a soldier. Thank you for your service Mr. Pain.”
“Uh… you’re welcome. How’d you know all this stuff about me?” Cal said feigning suspicion. He knew that this guy had access to all sorts of resources to confirm “Simon Pain’s” identity.
“That’s not important Simon. What’s important is that I know you need a job after returning home. Two twin boys at home with their mother need a strong family provider after all… and I’m in need of some extra muscle. How’d you like a job Mr. Pain?”
“I mean I would, but I don’t know the first thing about you sir. Don’t even know if I’m smart enough for whatever you need me to do!” Cal scratched his head.
“Think of it this way. It’s like your time in military. I pay you for security and you do what I say. You could even start as early as today and it pays VERY well.”
The man slid Cal a check with a lot of 0s at the end of it.
“Fuck that’s a lot of 0s… and I can’t really afford to say no. Sure man I’ll take it.”
“That’s good to hear. My name is Duke Bernard Wendal. But you can just call me Duke.” the Duke smiled. “Now let’s get you inside. We’ve probably got a suit around your size in there.”
Cal was excited to hear this going so well, while Phillis was perplexed by the sudden appearance of the Duke who was at the party now in this same city. Something wasn’t right.
Duke walked Cal into the mansion through its large doors! “You’ll find that we are a large organization that prefers to work in style. As such we value our security. Here is where most of the guards stay.” Through the large foyer Cal could see Duke gesture to an open room with military style cots and a large wardrobe.
“We recently lost a lot of guys so… their uniform is yours!” Duke walks inside and opens up the wardrobe to reveal a set of large suits meant for men of quite intimidating builds. There was a smaller selection of female items there, some of which even looked familiar, but he couldn’t get a good look before Duke retrieved a suit and closed the doors.
“Here you go. This probably fits a guy of your build. Try it on. You must find it hard shopping for clothes that work with a physique like yours.” Duke inquired handing him the clothes.
“Oh uh yeah. Right. It’s like a lot of things are so tight. Hard to get things that don’t just tear off my body when I try it on.” Cal said a bit awkwardly flexing as he begin to put on some of the clothes. He also realized how intently Duke was looking at him as he disrobed.
“I bet Mr. Pain. I for one am glad I can equip a man like you today. Here let me help.” Duke began to slowly slide the pants up Cal’s legs, his warm hands gliding over the vascular appendage with glee. He even helped Cal button each of his tight shirt buttons as Cal blushed. Part of him was nervous, but perhaps a result of the template was enjoying this level of assistance. After reading the instructions for the watch Cal knew this was the soldier template, skilled in hand to hand combat, but with a natural dominant leader personality.
“Thanks Duke, I’m glad you like the look. Think these threads could handle me if I do this?” Cal smirks with a flex. “If I gotta protect you I’ll be moving around a lot.”
The small slow nod from Duke, told Cal all he needed to know. “Yes I think it will do VERY nicely. Now why don’t you-”
“Mr. Wendal. I thought I heard your voice in here.” Came a voice from outside. A well dressed darker skinned older man enters. He looks pleased as he see Duke and Cal getting dressed. “Apologies for the interruptions Wendal. Who is this?”
“No apologies needed sir I was simply greeting our new security guard. Former soldier Simon Pain is a rather talented man. The suit even fits him perfectly. He just needs his jacket” Duke said attempting to save face as he blushed.
“Well this is fortunate. I can complete this young man’s… orientation here if you don’t mind. You’re needed upstairs. Some of the butlers need help cleaning out the… study.” The man said. To Cal’s surprise Duke ran off without another word. Soon the new man was helping Cal put on an even nicer jacket to go with his suit.
“There you go. Simon was it? This is a suit fitted for a guard here. You see we try to occupy a certain image for our line of work. I’m glad Duke Wendal managed to find someone so handsome to continue our hiring initiatives.”
Cal couldn’t help but blush, but deep inside he was loving this adoration. “Thank you sir. I’m sorry I don’t think I caught your name.”
“Mousier Ramiz.” He said with a brief accent. “However, sir shall suffice for now. With you ready for work I can show you around the facility. Perhaps you can learn something before you head home today.”
The next hour was an impressive walk through the varied halls of this mansion for Cal. He didn’t realize just how much space this kind of building could occupy. Even with his longer legs, it seemed to take forever to see all the training facilities, all the doors that had hazardous signs on the, and all the hidden underground labs they just passed! It wasn’t until the reached the lowest basement that Cal perked up.
“And finally the security room. You’ll be monitoring this area quite often. Feel free to familiarize yourself with area. I must be off to check up on Duke Wendal’s progress. He will come to collect you for your next assignment.” With those parting words Ramiz walked off.
Cal finally let out a huge sigh of relief once he was on his own. Phillis had explained that his whole mission here was to get to the security room. Once he was able to let her in, she could have control over most of this facility and find Milan! He hurriedly entered the room revealing it’s large wall like screens showing every inch of this place. Soon Cal started at the computer operating this room and plugged in the thumb drive invisibly stored in his watch.
“Phillis. Can you hear me? I did it! Are you in?” Cal whispered to his wrist.
“I am. Great work Cal. Now let me just access the security footage and… oh wow. Milan has been busy.” Phillis says as she puts on several screens a few rooms filled with tied up guards, broken down labs, and even a bloody nosed Duke.
“That’s amazing. Where is he now?” Cal asked.
“I’m trying to find an active feed with him on it, but it’s like he’s gone. Did he leave?” Phillis asked disappointed.
Cal stared pensively at the labeled screens. “Wait. Are there any areas in this place that don’t have cameras? Maybe that’s where he is. Let’s see… this list shows none in the bathrooms… none in the attic… and-”
In a flash it was clear something had changed. One moment Cal was stumbling to press a strange button on the watch he found and the next, the watch was gone. And so was his shirt. And his shoes. And his pants! Looking down Cal now saw some red compression shorts! Not only that but a solidly built hairless chest with visible abdominal muscles and pecs! Beneath the red compression shorts was a hefty bulge, a pair of long powerful legs, and some very big flipper like feet!
“What the hell is going on?” Cal said aloud, only to be greeted with a smooth charming baritone escaping his lips.
The morning waves splashed along the shore, causing the tide to graze his new bare feet. It was such an odd sensation to experience being fully clothed one moment then being barefoot and shirtless the next. Though despite how odd the scenario was, it didn’t feel… terrible.
“Fuck… I remember the morning air being colder and my feet would be freezing against the water at this time of day… but it actually feels nice with the waves coming this close.” Cal thought to himself. For a brief second Cal took a few tentative steps towards the water, before he stumbled over his big feet tripping into the sand as another wave washed over him. The fall and the splash to the face shook him back to reality.
“Ok! I’m awake, not a dream! This… this is real…. Fuck… I feel… different.” He says as the water’s reflection of his new self greets his new eyes. “I look different. I’m a whole other race!” At that he flexed his new arms eager to see how big his new biceps could get. He was not disappointed. “And I’ve got a whole new body… this is… AWESOME! I’m like a buff Japanese swimmer for some reason! This is so cool! Wait… this all happened when I found that watch… where is it now?”
For a moment Cal looked around seeing nothing on his person except the red compression shorts he had on his lower half. However as he mentioned the watch, he could see a vague translucent outline of the watch on his wrist. He could even make out a small glow if he squinted hard enough.
“Am I wearing this thing? And why is it saying T3-Aquatic on the watch’s face? Well… regardless… this thing is incredible if it can just turn me into this random swimmer… I guess the beach cleanup can wait… I’m gonna test this new body out!”
Without another thought Cal dove for the water and began swimming into the ocean. It was such a refreshing sensation. Before Cal would’ve never described himself as a strong swimmer, or a swimmer at all for that matter. He could barely stay afloat at the few pool parties he’d ever been to. But this was different. His body was moving as if he’d been swimming for years! Muscle memory he never had took over and he was doing the perfect strokes and motions to adequately traverse the morning sea! Not only that he found that could hold his breath for extremely long periods of time! His eyes didn’t even sting when he took a peek beneath the ocean’s surface. In fact, he could see even more clearly than he could above land! Was this what it was like for all swimmers?
Cal was having the time of his life out in the water until he began to hear a shout in the distance.
“Johnny! Oh no! Help! My kid got pulled in by a wave! He can’t swim!”
Rubbing his eyes nervously, Cal resurfaced in time to see a father yelling out on the other side of the beach. A young boy was flailing in the water for dear life as he drifted further and further from land. This time it wasn’t his body’s instincts that kicked in, but his own. Cal zoomed through the water at alarming speed and within a few seconds he’d already scooped the kid in his large powerful arms and was swimming to shore. He had no idea if the kid would be ok, but part of him knew he had to do something.
“Oh thank god! Johnny! You’re ok. Thank you man!” The father said looking so graciously at Cal who was just as surprised by his action as he was when he returned to the sand. The child began to cough violently spitting out water when Leo rushed to the scene. It was clear that Leo was about to jump into action to save the kid, when Cal had managed to bring Johnny to shore. His heart jumped a bit as he imagined he and Leo being hot lifeguards together. However, this was dashed when Leo shot a daggered look at Cal.
“Give him some space please.” Leo said officially, putting Johnny in the proper position to cough out more and more water. As Cal backed off, onlookers who were finally coming to the beach began to murmur.
“Did that guy just save the drowning kid?” “Damn he’s hot.” “Even beat the lifeguard to the punch.” “He’s really dreamy.” “Check out his abs.”
It wasn’t long before a few beautiful women in tight swimsuits approached Cal, putting their hands on his muscular arms affectionately.
“I can’t believe you saved that guy?” “You’re like a real life hero!” “Want to grab a coffee later? My treat handsome.”
For someone who was often overlooked, Cal had no idea what to do with all this newfound attention swarming him. Nor did he understand why a familiar tightness from his crotch was occurring when all these beautiful… sexy… women… were all over him.
Even the thoughts running through his mind were foreign to him, despite feeling so good. Luckily Leo broke up the small crowd that was forming around Cal as he approached angrily.
“You! I’m not sure who you are or what you were trying to do, but you nearly made this problem so much worse when you dragged that kid back to shore. He was taking in more water when you pulled him back at your speed!” Leo said almost with hostility.
“What!? I’m sorry. I had no idea! I was just… look I’m just really new to swimming and-“ Cal tried to explain.
“Yeah right. Those were perfectly executed strokes. I bet you were just showing off.” Leo growled in disbelief.
“No! I mean. I wasn’t. I mean. If I was it’d be only to impress-“
“All those girls fawning over you now? Come on man. Thanks for getting him to shore, but you better not try any of those theatrics on my beach again!” Leo stated with such finality Cal had only just realized he was looking a little down at Leo who once towered over him. Still his words stung and Cal was not used to confrontation. Seeing the hurt and concern in Leo’s eyes was enough to make him run off in embarrassment back to his apartment!
A few minutes of jogging barefoot led Cal back to his dingy apartment. Without his wallet or keys, he couldn’t get in the normal way, but he always left a spare under the mat. It felt so weird walking down the halls at this new height. Not to mention he got some strange stares from his collegiate neighbors as he walked shirtless into his own room. Finally inside, he ran to the refrigerator to grab some water. It’d only been a few minutes but he was the thirstiest he’d ever been. The excitement from the day must be finally catching up to him.
He made his way over to his bathroom just to see himself once more. This was the first good look he got at his new face. The clear skin, the almond shaped eyes, and the dark straight hair. There wasn’t a trace of him on this body… except for the red shorts. While it was true he’d had on his red jackets and dark pants to the beach… it appeared that this swim wear had matched the color scheme of his outfit nearly completely. Still… he was trying to get Leo’s hurtful words out of his head so he started flexing in front of the mirror. He was ecstatic to see his muscles looked even more defined up close in a clear reflection. He could be a model! An actor! A porn star! That last thought made him grope his new growing member, which sprang to life now that he was in the privacy of his own home. It felt too good not to stroke… more… and more… In fact, the more he did the better it felt! The cock in his hand was certainly not his own. Cal was more on the average end of dick size when it came to comparisons, but now had the length and girth of a well-seasoned adult film personality. The thought of seeing this dick in porn made it throb and writhe in his powerful grip! Flashes of fantasy ran through his mind. What if this was permanent? What if this was him from now on? Would he be able to apologize to Leo? Would he be able to get those hot babes’ numbers?
That last thought was for some reason so hot and he kept thinking of his hot female neighbors! The women at the beach! Bay watch babes he’d seen in movies! More and more images of beautiful women flooded his mind till a deep moan came out of him and he came all over his bathroom mirror. He stumbled out of the bathroom on to his bed, not even wiping the excess cum off any surface he’d shot on. He’d nearly knocked himself out with how intense that orgasm was! His eyelids were flickering closed as Cal heard the faint beeping of some sound coming from his wrist. And with another bright flash, he fell asleep.
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Meanwhile
“Agent Phillis reporting in. I’ve tracked prototype device to this college town. It supposedly was activated twice within the last 24 hours. My sensors indicate that there are enemy agents in the area as well. En route to intercept the device first. Whoever has that thing better hope I find them before they do.”
A story where an ordinary guy finds an extraordinary watch.
“Agent Milan what’s your status?” Came the intense voice over the earpiece.
“At the moment Phillis trying to relocate our target, while evading our unwanted guests.” Agent Milan whispered as he ducked behind priceless stone statues and beautiful terracotta urns. At least a dozen angry men were pouring in from all sides, each wearing a well-fitted suit with a subtle firearm at their side. The agent wasn’t paying much mind to them, as he simply adjusted his tie and fixed his hair in a nearby gold framed mirror. His styled curly hair and nicely built body contained nicely with the suit he was quickly putting back together. “I told you starting at the bar and hitting on the first guy you saw was a bad way to start the night. Now you’re stuck in the auction holding room. I hope you enjoy the millions of dollars of fine art, because those guys are covering all exits. You’ll be here for a while.” Phillis retorted, running security cams, communication, and trying to hack into the building’s systems.
“How was I to know that the biggest most handsome man at the end of the bar was the head of security? And for your information I happen to be an admirer of the arts,” Milan whispered as he snuck his way through each billion-dollar art installation.
“The scar on his right cheek didn’t give it away? Or the stories about how he liked to live dangerously? And- I’m in!” Phillis cheered finally cracking into the schematics of the building and its countless capabilities.
“One. I thought he was flirting back. Two. About time. I’ve got a plan. Fancy places like this have some sort of airlock to acts as fire suppressant. Sucks all the air out nearly instantly. Is that correct?” Milan inquired eying a several sizeable rows of dusty gravel filled pottery behind a glass partition.
“If you’re asking me if I can suck you out of there for a quick getaway, I think you have me confused with the guy at the bar.” Phillis said rolling her eyes. “But yes, this room is equipped with that feature. Though that kind of thing would lock this room down and probably make you suffocate.”
“Good. I won’t need long. On my signal turn the system on for 10 seconds. I see my route to the gala.” The agent dictated as he took a position behind a sculpture, seeing one guard by the obvious main hall entrance.
Phillis let out an exhausted sigh. “Hank. What are you planning?” She asked fearing the worst, just as Milan disarmed the nearest guard and shot through the rows of pottery.
Dusty ancient powder exposed itself to present day air and Phillis, knowing Agent Milan’s ‘signals’, turned on the air lock. The air grew thin as a room full of air was being sucked out of the room. Not only that but the sandy nature of the broken pots became a whirlwind of concealment. While the guards were all coughing and covering their eyes, Milan was holding his breath and had slipped passed them unseen. Before anyone could understand what had happened, Milan made his way to a door at the end of the room. After a few seconds had passed Phillis shut the airlock off, allowing the room to unlock and Agent Milan to saunter down a long hallway. All the guards were left in a state of confusion and yelling, and by the time they regained their bearings Agent Hank Milan was long gone. “Pretty good idea considering you had 4 drinks already.” Phillis chided, half compliment and half scolding. “What can I say I do my best work when I’m having fun. Now speaking of which. I think I have a party to get to. I can hear the gala already. I’ve got to say I’ve enjoyed this face for the time being, but I think I’ll need to take another go at your latest great invention.” Agent Milan said loosening his tie and rolling up his left sleeve revealing a very sleek looking watch.
“I love when you compliment my work Agent Milan, but remember you can’t use it too many times. Be careful. It’s still an experimental device. Not sure how many charges it has left!”
“Careful is my middle name darling.” Agent Milan says as he turns the dial on his watch. In small holographic lighting, a display appears on the watch’s face. As he turns it a few times, countless pictures of a diverse array of men appear on the screen. “Too tall, too tough, too… over the top… ah here. Perfect!” With that confident declaration he hit the watch’s surface and felt a pulse of energy course through his body. His darker curly hair lightened slightly to brown as it grew shorter and more styled. His face shifted as his jaw grew more defined and his face took on a more serious tone with bluer eyes. His height increased by a few inches, while a few cracks along his upper back revealed his shoulders broadening. His former suit begins to rip, but re-stitches into one that hugs his body. Any residual dust disappearing or falling to the ground next to his perfectly polished black dress shoes.
“Now that’s better,” Agent Milan says in a British accent. “I think this will do nicely for the party. How do I look?” He spins around facing a nearby security camera knowing Phillis is watching.
Phillis rolled her eyes yet again. “You look great agent. Now get your ass to that party and find the target!”
Agent Milan entered through the large doors emblazoned with elegant designs. The party before him was bustling with socialites and politicians from all around the world. He quickly made his way to the jewel of the party, Duke Bernard Wendal. The youngest artifact of a bygone era of wealth and aristocracy for his country, but also the most handsome bachelor that most of Europe has ever seen.
“Remember agent, Bernard is a duke only in title. His political ties are spotty at best, but it’s his family’s tech company was one of the only successful endeavors they performed. He is carrying a special drive on him, it’s highly classified but we need the data there before it gets into the wrong hands. His recent gambling debts have led him to meet a high-profile buyer here, no idea who. But if you can give him a better alternative, he may go with you willingly.” Phillis explains in his earpiece.
“Way ahead of you. I’m going to offer him something he can’t resist,” Milan said as he approached the live entertainment to request a song. Soon more upbeat music was beginning to play, cutting whatever conversation the duke was having. In all the excitement the agent briefly shoved another guest into the crowd causing Bernard Wendal to trip, right into his arms.
“Oh Duke Wendal, glad I caught you may I have this dance?” Before Bernard could respond, Milan had twirled him to the rhythm of the music and no one could deny the instant chemistry between them.
Phillis muted coms for a bit knowing this would go on for a few minutes until Milan had his fun. She along with every other guest at the event, could see the pair whisper sweet nothings to one another on the dance floor, much to both their delight. Once the dancing died down the agent took Bernard to a nearby balcony.
“The stars are quite beautiful tonight aren’t they Bernard.” Milan crooned with a confident smile.
“Yes they are. Though not as handsome as the dashing prince who swept me off my feet. I didn’t even get your name.”
“Well you can call me Milan. If I may say, you look like a man with much on his mind. Care to share?” Milan said wrapping an arm subtly around his waist as they leaned against the balcony.
“It’s that obvious? Well… a baron sometimes finds themselves in some debt. I’ve got quite a transaction to conclude tonight that will hopefully resolve it.”
“Well I may be able to help with that. What would you say if I represented an organized body who would like to help you? Maybe take you far away from here.”
“Why Mr. Milan, you continue to surprise me at every corner.” The duke says as he removes his jacket and hangs it on the balcony. “I’d say I’m eager to hear more.”
“Then perhaps I can whisk you away to somewhere we can discuss business… and pleasure.” Milan begins to lean in.
The two men are about to kiss when a pair of footsteps come towards them.
“I’d say he’s had enough of both, isn’t that fair, Agent Milan?” A sinisterly handsome man in a suit arches an interested eyebrow at the embracing men.
“Mousier Ramiz, I wasn’t expecting to see you here, nor for you to see through my disguise. What gave it away?”
“Let’s just say I have an eye for detail. Now before I continue. This should stay between just us boys I think.” He pulls out a device and Milan grabs his ear in pain as the earpiece short circuits and falls.
“Neat trick Ramiz. But I’m going to be taking the duke here. I’m sure he wants no part in your shady dealings.”
“On the contrary. I’ve already given the duke everything he’s ever wanted. And he’s about to return the favor.” Ramiz says with a smirk.
Agent Milan was confused when suddenly he felt Bernard’s hand wrap around his body and throw him off the balcony with surprising strength!
“Goodbye Mr. Milan.” Bernard said coldly.
Winds were rushing against agent Milan as he fell. In a split thought he quickly tapped his watch to record a message. The fall obscuring some of his words.
“Phillis. You won’t get this message right away. Sending the watch on eject mode to get somewhere safe. I’ll be ok! Missions not done yet. Just find the watch and then you’ll see. And hey. Still owe you dinner one day. On me.”
With those words Milan pointed his wrist out and the watch shot off a great distance away through the sea. His form shimmered as the watch’s tech restored his normal form and he hit the water.
- - -
It was a strangely bright morning on the coast of Cape City. Like most mornings, Cal was busy picking up litter off the beach. His enthusiasm and care for this place was apparent. Even if he was doing it alone. Cal spotted his reflection in the ocean’s morning tide. His sleight frame of 5’2 and mop of unruly dark hair made him appear average at best. It was his darker skin and sonorous voice which usually got people’s attention, that is, if anyone every bothered to look his way.
“Hey Cal!” the handsome lifeguard called out. “Thanks again for tidying up the beach! Always wild and messy after a party weekend.”
“It’s my pleasure Leo. Thanks for keeping these beaches safe! You and me! We’re like a team protecting the beach!” Cal smiled hopefully at Leo. The handsome lifeguard was an object of his affection for quite sometime, but has never offered more than gorgeous grins. Leo was the near inverse of Cal with his shorter blond hair and chiseled looks. Not only that but when he was on the sand, he towered over Cal by nearly a foot!
“Yeah we are! Just a team of two though. I thought you said you were gonna bring school’s cleaning club?” Leo asked.
“Well… the Cape University Ecology Club is… having a shortage of members… really just me honestly… so yeah…. I want to get more people involved in it down the line, but for now… well for now I’m happy to keep up the work.” Cal said trying to sound proud
“I like your spirit man, you keep your eyes on the sand, and I got the sea! See you around!” Leo waved goodbye as Cal continued down the shore.
With a sigh Cal continued. Throughout his 4 years in university he’d kept hoping to find away to change the world for the better! He joined the ecology club his freshman year just to get a head start and he was studying biology and environmental sciences to keep that up! However, it didn’t look like the world shared his enthusiasm. Not a lot of strong ways to help save the planet even if you’re smart enough to know how… So his next few years were spent in the same boring patter of trying to do his best locally, but it had no long lasting effect. It seemed futile. There was a part of him just wished he’d find something to break down the monotony of the day today.
And that’s when his foot his something in the sand.
“Huh? Oh. Someone dropped their watch. That’s weird… why is it glowing?” Cal could see small images on the screen. “Is this some sort of-“ he began to say as he pressed the watch’s glowing button and suddenly there was a large flash!
“Walking has helped… I guess. After everything that’s happened, I can at least say the weather has been nice. Spring is right around the corner.” Ivan says adjusting his glasses. Though optimistic in wording, the tone Ivan conveyed still felt more somber.
Dr. Eric Chang nods, taking note of this. “Well exercise of any caliber can assist in many aspects of mental health. I’m glad you remembered that from out last session. However, I’m guessing you’re still feeling a bit out of sorts. Might I ask if you have anything specific on your mind?”
Ivan let out a long sigh as he looked down at his body. Large firm pecs centered between two powerful arms that were even bigger when flexed. A set of abs beside a tattoo he never even got. “It’s just the guilt doctor…I know that every time I walk down the street, talk to a person, or even look in the mirror… I’m just using something that doesn’t belong to me. I didn’t workout to get these muscles. I didn’t feel the pain getting this tattoo. I didn’t spend the hours needed to become a male model. I’m just using a collection of stolen parts… and I feel terrible.”
The doctor nodded solemnly placing his pencil and paper down. “I appreciate the self awareness you have to the scenario you are in Ivan. However, I fear you’re mistaken at a few parts. Namely. You did not steal anything. Let me ask you. Were you the one that created that myserious fog that passed through your small town?”
Ivan shook his head no.
“And were you the one that selected Mr. Bromare’s musculature to be added to your form?”
Ivan shook his head again.
“Or Mr. Mendacina’s racial features? Or Angelo Vera’s facial structure?”
“No…” Ivan replied tiredly.
“Correct. The legal definition for theft is the taking of another person’s property with the intent of depriving that person of it. You lack the intention behind such a crime. So I’ll ask that you not refer to yourself as a thief.” Dr. Chang requests.
A brief nod escapes Ivan’s head as he continues to look down and not meet the doctor’s eyes.
“Can you help me understand why you feel these moments of guilt? I understand that you experienced body dysphoria issues and a frustration with weight loss. Are these feelings grounded in fear? Insecurity?”
Ivan shrugs his broad shoulders. “I… I don’t know Doctor Chang. I don’t understand it all that well myself I guess. I feel guilty that I got all these good qualities for one. I know the people who examined me said the traits that were swapped between all the people were random, but I feel bad being one of the only lucky ones here. Not only that, the doctors tell me that these changes are permanent. Not just irreversible but permanent. So no matter how much I eat or don’t workout I’ll still have this same general form. Same goes for the others who can’t build their bodies back to what they once were. And here I am just reaping the benefits and i don’t deserve any of this. None of us do…”
“Thank you for sharing all of this with me Ivan. Changes as drastic as yours certainly carry their fair share of traumatic episodes. And the sensations you describe are very akin to survivor’s guilt… with another exception. All the people who were involved in the Trait Storm are still alive. Yes. Many of their standards of livings have changed. Yes we had to move everyone from your town to different cities to assist with a decontamination of the area. But no one was physically hurt by the exchanging of traits and attributes. I can assure you many I have mentioned today are seeking out therapy, while others are simply adapting to their new lives. The burden of responsibility here does not lie with you or your guilt, but of the individuals responsible. This is all to say the internal struggles many like yourself are going through, do not fall on your shoulders. Your feelings of guilt and inadequacy don’t serve them or any form of penance.”
The young man nods. “I… guess that makes sense… Logically I know it makes sense. I still can’t get the feelings to go away. And I hate myself for that. Like I hate myself and feel guilty and then I also hate myself for feeling guilty.”
Eric smiles. “As mentioned before, I appreciate your self awareness in this regard. That gives us a good starting point on how to approach your issue. Negative self talk can be a harmful and persistent challenge many face even out side of TF Therapy. However, there are a multitude of ways to tackle it. Mindfulness, meditation, and self-compassion. We actually have an entire book that covers self talk and how we communicate with ourselves. Would that be something you were interested in looking into?”
“I… I think it would be thank you.” Ivan says as Dr. Chang hands him a book. He takes a minute to read through its pages and survey all the relateable anecdotes. And after a few minutes of reading stories with accompanied exercises he smiles, and nods more.
“Thank you Dr. Chang… can I keep this? It’ll be nice to read… I found a good place to read outside at the park I’ve been walking to. I can return it and-”
“By all means Ivan. Keep it. I’m glad I can help. Now. We only have a few more minutes left, is there anything else you’d like to discuss?”
Ivan’s disposition shifts again. Looking less sad and more embarrassed. “Well… it’s not as big as the other stuff. But I still feel… weird about it… I was seeing someone before the Trait Storm. His name was Larson Price. Well… they recently allowed intercommunication between people we once knew… and… well he was telling me about some of his changes. He got a little taller, finally got that beard he wanted to grow, and even got a deeper voice… However, he said that when he saw a picture of the new me… he wasn’t… attracted to it. We think maybe his sexuality shifted? Is that a thing for these kinds of changes? The doctor only told us about physical changes nothing like this… can… will we? I mean do we have a chance?”
Eric paused for a second. He knew all too well the struggles of trying to maintain a relationship after one’s sexuality was altered. Before he could respond a small alarm went off.
“I’m sorry Ivan. I don’t know much on the subject of the Trait Storm effecting sexuality. I’ll be sure to research this topic and next week we can discuss more. Does that sound alright?”
“Of course. Thanks again Dr. Chang. I’ll see you next week.”
The two waved goodbye as Eric sighed. He hated lying to his patients.
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Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Notes on patient: Ivan Antonova
Age:(32) 32
Height: (5′9) 6′2
Weight (190lbs) 225lbs
Race: (Caucasian) Mixed South American and South Asian
Patient appears to experience issues regarding self esteem manifesting in guilt and negative mindsets. Severity unknown at this time, but strong likelihood for a non pharmaceutical approach. Prognosis: high chance of recovery and coping.
I’m hoping my expressions didn’t betray me when discussing significant others and sexuality changes. With any luck and further studies I can put my own personal problems to rest on this matter and hopefully help others along the way. If that is the case, then my time working for this agency may be coming to a close. I wonder if this is the right thing to do. I have a responsibility to my patients as well as the future individuals I can help… but I also have a responsibility to me and to my own life/happiness… I’ll consider all angles before I act.
This over-7,000 word story was a request written for @tf-lover, here is his original request / prompt.
Hey man, as you know I’ve recently jumped into a new body and I just wanted to say thanks again for your help finding it. Sure I used to be a skinny white British dude, but man does this new body feel hot as fuck! Being black now is kinda trippy, but I’m slowly getting used to it and the new gym routine to keep up the muscle. Since I’m about to hit 2k followers I thought everyone might like to know the story of how you found it for me?
Hey there, glad to hear that you’re enjoying your new body. It was certainly a rather dramatic transformation, but it definitely seems as though you’ve adapted to it surprisingly well. Before we proceed, let me just officially congratulate you on reaching the 2k followers milestone! While I would have totally been willing to give you a new body for such an achievement, I’ll gladly do your suggestion of telling both of our followers how you’ve gotten that awesome body…
So, for as long as I had known you, you had been fairly open with me about your annoyance in regards to your body and life. When it came to your body, there wasn’t much body positivity due to your nerdier appearance, which had really dampened your self-esteem. Hell, not even your favorite suit jacket with its gorgeous blue and gold pattern could make you feel better about your body anymore!
Yet despite such a desire to look great and feel good about yourself, you always found yourself too nervous to take the first step towards bettering yourself. As New Years rolled around and you began to make your list of resolutions, it wasn’t much of a shock to either of us that working out was at the top of your list. So, as you pushed past your anxieties, you finally stepped foot inside your local gym and purchased a year-long membership.
Although you were already planning on joining the gym closest to you, your thirsty self couldn’t resist telling me that one of the main determining factors towards picking that specific gym was also due to the fact that Akino, an insanely gorgeous and buff Asian man who worked as a part-time model, was also a member of the same gym. The man was an absolute dreamboat to you, especially because of his broad and thick pecs and biceps. Just being able to say you went to the same gym as him was a hot enough concept to you, but it was even more hot as you found out that your schedules often synced up to the point where you worked out around the same time. This erotic factor only increased as you couldn’t help but sneak a few passing glances at the man’s body as he stripped out of his clothes to slip into his workout gear.
While I was quite happy to hear that you were still going every day, my mood quickly soured as you revealed that you hadn’t really done much besides standing around while trying to work up the courage to get on a machine. Then, when you had finally gotten around to doing one of them, you refused to put any sort of weight to challenge yourself due to your fears of embarrassing yourself in front of all the other gym-goers. Of course though, you knew that part of this embarrassment and tendency to stand around on the gym floor was because Akino was there easily pushing through every routine he did. To make matters worse though, the guy was always super nice and had even introduced himself at one point, but your anxieties and intense crush had caused you to grow anxious to the point of stuttering for a bit before fleeing towards another area of the gym. Obviously, I could relate to such issues of insecurity and slight jealousy to the point where I deeply sympathized with you, but it was somewhat annoying that the disconnect between mind and body was hindering you so badly. As a result, I told you that I’d find a way to help you feel less awkward in the gym.
Since everyone had assumed that my stories on Tumblr were just erotic hyperbole, they had no way of knowing that I had actually been gifted with real transformative powers. Although I had powers that I would surely love to use constantly, I found myself constantly desiring a lower profile and thus only using these powers sparingly. But I had deeply sympathized with your dilemma, so I knew that this was the perfect opportunity to finally help out a fellow writer and friend.
Given our close friendship, I had a pretty good idea as to what kind of guy you’d like to become. But despite knowing for sure what you should become, I still found myself scrolling through social media in search of the perfect person to base your new body around. After a bit of a search, I finally realized the perfect body for the new you. Although it would require a racial change, a quick refresher through our previous conversations made it clear that this wouldn’t be much of an issue for you.
So, as you headed to bed to prepare for your teaching in the morning, I was working tirelessly to give you your dream body. At first, the changes were simple as your muscles began to slowly inflate. But with each passing second, this inflation was quickly gifting you with a physique that would make even the cockiest of jocks intimidated. Your arms were growing to immense sizes as your biceps grew to resemble bowling balls, your shoulders looking like boulders, and your forearms thickening with obvious strength. Even as the inflation caused your muscles to strain against your increasingly tight pajamas, my powers had made you sleep peacefully throughout the entire process with absolutely no knowledge of what was occurring to you.
Each inhale and exhale caused you to gain an impressive pectoral shelf that had caused your shirt to become incredibly constricting. This constriction only grew more intense though as your torso widened while your stomach was quickly dotted with a sculpted eight-pack.
The changes then progressed downwards as your bottom half underwent its own transformations. Every inch of your body in this area was eager to grow bigger, as your cock, ass, thighs, calves, and feet all lengthened to impressive and intimidating results. Your baggy pants were now functioning as capris given the increased height you had been gifted, but they were now also skin-tight due to having to participate in an intense battle between your globular ass cheeks, a 10.5 inch cock, and meaty thighs.
With the muscle growth now completed, the racial change was the final aspect to affect your body as the transformation quietly completed. Despite having your head shoved deep into the pillow, the darkening of skin and shifting of features first began there. Your light brown hair began to darken as the style shifted to give you a fresh fade, with the hair retracting into your scalp slightly to shift the straight hair into more tight curls. While the hair on your head was contracting to give you a more fitting style to match your new ethnicity, the transformation compensated by allowing trimmed facial hair to emerge all across the lower half of your face. As your nose widened slightly and lips grew thicker, your snores began to shift as well to go from a lighter tone to something that resembled a deep grumble. Another thing changing while you were completely unaware were the updates I had made in regards to your sight. With a body this gorgeous and hunky, glasses seemed like such a boner killer, so I gave you perfect 20/20 vision to prevent that from ever happening.
As this deep brown tone continued to spread across your entire body, it brought with it more smaller yet important changes. Your nipples darkened to become just a few shades darker while your body hair from your armpits, pubes, and legs grew darker as well. With the darker pigmentation finally finishing up on your longer and wider feet, the transformation finally finished.
Due to the distance and complexity of the change, I soon found myself growing increasingly tired to the point where I was just barely able to make it into bed before finally passing out. As I fell into a deep slumber, all I could hope for was that you’d be happy with the results in the morning…
* * * * *
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Immediately you jolted awake, gasping loudly as the alarm sounded with shocking intensity. Sitting up and trying to catch your breath, you had absentmindedly grasped onto your cell phone from the bedside table to turn off your alarm. As you turned off your alarm though, you suddenly found yourself quite confused by the highly melanated hands that you now possessed. While still trying to wrap your head around the confusing sight, you quickly flew into a tailspin as your phone screen locked and you could stare into the dark screen. Looking at the equally dark-skinned face with completely different features from the ones you were used to, you loudly cursed in shock. Tossing your phone to the side and jumping out of bed in disbelief, the insane tightness of your clothes soon made itself known as you could feel the fabric constricting against practically every inch of your body.
Upon hearing a loud pop and watching something fly across the room, your eyes darted downwards towards your body to find out what had happened. Gasping in shock, you were completely flabbergasted to find that your clothes were practically painted onto your body. Around your chest though, there was a wide gap between the two sides of your fabric pajamas which led you to realize that you had somehow popped a button. However, that wasn’t the strangest part though. The thing most deserving of that title was most definitely the hefty chest, bulging biceps, and thick thighs that you now possessed. The tightness made absolutely perfect sense now that you saw yourself, but that still did nothing to explain what had happened to you.
While continuing to think back to the events of the night prior, you found yourself recollecting the conversation we had along with the promise of me finding a way to help you. Was it possible that Nate actually had powers? Grimacing due to the pain of your outfit, you eventually grabbed onto your phone and fired off several frantic messages my way asking me what had happened. Of course, I knew that this was what you wanted (and deserved), so I took the opportunity to try and calm you.
“James, it’s all good. It doesn’t really matter how I did it, does it? I knew you wanted a body that you’d feel proud of having, so I gave you one that would allow that. Why don’t you put the phone down and instead take the moment to enjoy yourself and the sights of your new body?”
Although you were still naturally curious for answers, you couldn’t deny that what I was saying was true. Being this bulky would certainly make you no longer feel intimidated about going into the gym! So, as a small smile began to creep across your face, you locked your phone and brought it with you back towards the bed. But given the constant pain and discomfort you were feeling in your pajamas, you immediately knew that you had to find a way to get them off of your new and improved body.
Despite your best attempts, you found yourself unable to pull them off due to how tight they were against your body. As you looked at the bulging biceps that were barely staying inside the long-sleeved shirt you were wearing, you quickly realized that there was another solution for this problem. Grabbing onto the collar of the shirt, you began to viciously tug and tear the shirt to shreds. “Holy shit!” you cried out, immediately stopping as you heard the deep and rich bass coming from your mouth.
While dropping the tattered shirt to the ground and taking a moment to look at your new physique, you couldn’t help but continue to talk aloud due to your overall shock. “I can’t believe he did this,” you said, causing your own manhood to begin to harden just from the sound of your own voice, “this is a dream come true!”
While continuing to make small talk with yourself just to continue testing out your new voice, you peeled off your tight pants until you were only stuck in the already-tattered remnants of your underwear. Eager to take a breath and attempt to understand it all, you sat near the edge of the bed and looked down at yourself. All of this beefy muscle, your friend had given it all to you!
Obviously, the whole experience was quite erotic, so it was very rare for you to pull your attention away from your new physique. But on one of those few times, your eyes caught sight of a bedroom mirror you had recently put in place. Taking the opportunity to look at yourself from another perspective, you grasped onto your phone and pulled open the camera while staring at your reflection. You looked fucking HOT!
You knew that you were extremely hunky now based on the quick glimpse of your reflection in the phone screen, but the perspective of the mirror just fully showcased just how hot and impressive you were now. Clearly, no one would ever judge or question you when you were working out in the gym with such a big body!
The doors to Dr. Eric Chang’s office burst open, as his next patient arrived, camera still in hand.
“Good morning Jermaine. I’m gonna have to ask you to be easier on the doors.” The doctor said, folding his latest dusty tomb back into his desk. “You’re also a bit early, is something wrong?”
The tall red haired man, who was beginning to get red in the face, let out a long huff. “Sorry doc. I know we’re not on for another 15 minutes I just really needed to see you! I’m getting so freakn heated these days. Doesn’t take much to set me off and…. I just wanted to come here before I took it out on some poor guy ya know?”
The doctor nodded, offering a seat to the now pacing man. “That’s very wise of you. By all means we can start early today. Why don’t you walk me through what got you to this state.”
“So it was work. Remember how I told you everyone there treated me like garbage? Like I didn’t exist? I was so paranoid that thought I could here them say some racist comments here and there, but it’s not like anyone ever said it to my face?” Jermaine began as Dr. Chang nodded. “Well turns out that’s not I was right! None of them remember the old me, before this whole strange wish crap started, but I heard them talking about another black co worker badly and actually wanted me to join in too! Can you believe it?”
Dr. Chang took out his notebook and began writing. “You always showed a great talent for your intuition. I’m sorry that in this scenario you were correct. So was it this charged comment that agitated you to this extent?”
Jermaine shook his head. “No it’s not that. I mean it’s part of it sure. I’m still fuming at those guys. Like, I take the pictures for the paper, so I don’t really see them super often, but still I’m so mad. No. It was what came next. Part of me… the new me remembers joining them. Making fun of people who were just like me. And… part of me wanted to join in because I found the joke they made funny. I don’t even remember what was said, but I just hate myself for becoming exactly the kind of guy that would pick on me.”
The doctor nodded empathetically. “The mental changes that went along with your wish are understandably concerning. Along with the physical effects on your body like your change of race, your increased musculature, age, and height, it’s still hard for us to guage the extent of your changes. Discovering such a drastic change in not only your mentality, but your reality is a very understandable situation to elicit your anger.”
“The work thing was just the start of it. I left work after that to visit my friends back at university. Like before all this stuff happened, I knew I’d miss them after graduating early so I texted my friend Clyde to meet him at the library… but when I got there. Well a few of these guys, recognized me. Turns out the new me was in a frat! They wouldn’t leave me alone till I joined the party they were having. I mean… it was fun and all, but now Clyde thinks I ditched him when I didn’t even want to go to that stupid thing. Doc, I thought I could live like this, but it’s so hard! It’s like I’m fighting a whole other life I didn’t want. That stupid wish to be liked by my co workers and bullies totally backfired, because now I’m exactly the kind of guy that would’ve picked on me!” Throughout his rant, the doctor could see Jermaine clenching his fist harder and harder. However, now it appeared as if there were tears in his eyes.
“Ok, I think I’m beginning to see a clearer picture here. Your description of yourself before you went to that abandoned part of your school and made that wish, was a more passive person who was the victim in a lot of subtle teasing and exclusion. When yo made your wish to be more liked by the people in your life certain aspects of reality changed to fit that. Unfortunately your coworkers like a certain type of people, similar to a majority of people at your university so you’ve changed to accommodate that in some regards. Additionally I can’t imagine the physical changes have been easy for you either, gaining over a foot in height, with your new voice and physique, is a jarring change for anyone. Luckily for you, I believe the underlying problem you’re experiencing is a psychological one rather than a transformative one,” The doctor explained.
“What do you mean? All of this sucks because I’m a terrible human being now. A self hating guy who just changed into another guy who I also hate.” Jermaine began to cry, but quickly recomposed himself.
The doctor offered him a tissue as he said, “Jermaine, you are certainly in an odd position after your change. However, you’re also a unique position to grow and change as a person. Tell me, does your work have an HR department? Have you spoken with them about these racially charged comments previously?”
“N-no. I was always too nervous that I’d be making more trouble for myself… I always tried to blend into the background and avoid stuff where I could.” Jermaine explained.
“That aligns with what you’ve mentioned previously. You’re a very conflict averse individual and judging by what you’ve described in your new life, you still hold those qualities. I know it may not be easy, but you are going to have to push certain social boundaries if you want to regain any of the aspects of your old life. I apologize if this makes you further upset, but this will be a necessary task to overcome your changes. This means reporting unacceptable behavior to the proper authorities, saying no to overly insistent people, and going out of your way to reclaim your culture.”
The redness in Jermaine’s face grew more and more. “I-I… I don’t know if I can do that? Just thinking of trying to go against anyone makes me so nervous. I’m sweating just thinking about it. And what do you mean, reclaim your culture.”
With that question Dr. Chang produced a small brochure for different advocacy programs. “There are many cultural centers in this city. One of the benefits to living in such a diverse area. One of which is a diversity organization that caters to individuals like you. Originally it was founded by a group of mixed individuals who did not feel like they belonged to one specific group, but since then it’s been the meeting places for people to discuss their race based changes as a result of transformations.”
Jermaine marveled at the pamphlet. “As for everything else, I know it is going to be difficult to cultivate this new set of skills, but one of the abilities that your wish provided you was a level of innate likeability. I don’t mean this in the mystic sense either. You effect people’s dopamine levels when you are around them, essentially controlling the neurotransmitter for pleasure the more you spend time with them. You can confidently go up to someone and disagree with them or call out their wrong doings and they’d still like you. The same goes for denying former friends of your new life when they request you attend their parties. I believe you have the ability to overcome your new life’s urges to be this wallflower of a likeable person. You can be your own man outside of any magical influence.”
With tentative eyes Jermaine stared back at the doctors, some tears still drying on his cheeks. “You really think a person could overcome stuff like that? Overcome a wish and magic?”
Eric Chang’s eyes drifted over to his desk where the ancient tome he got for Christmas laid. “I know from personal experience people can hold on to the version of themselves they want to be. I believe you’re one of those people too Jermaine.”
The two sat in silence for a few moments. “I-I… I want to do it. I will do it… thank you Dr. Chang.”
“Of course Jermaine. Now I also know that confrontation of any kind is new to you, so let’s breakdown some common notions when having these conversations, ok?”
Jermaine nodded as the two began to work on self expression and honesty.
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Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Notes on patient: Jermaine
Age: (20) 28
Height: (5′0) 6′4
Race: (African American) Celtic/Irish American
Patient exhibits understandable stress upon the mental changes accompanying the main transformation. As reality further adjusts to this new life, expecting additional stressful episodes. Potential mitigation of any future stressful episodes should patient choose to attend the race based support groups.
Overall change appears to be the result of becoming an individual that has aspects universally like in the patient’s area. This has lead the patient to become an individual with a rare hair color, a handsome Caucasian male, develop an athletic build, and a deep voice. Further indicators of the extent of this wish are the apparent relationships this version of the patient has socially (i.e. being in a fraternity and being well known at work). Potential sociological issues with the scope and target of the wish.
Patient appears amiable to the idea of becoming more assertive. Wish based parameters and high testosterone levels predict high probabilities of success, but will monitor of actions become excessive. A combination of psycho- transformative based treatments appear to the best avenue to overcome the stress accommodating his changes. My prognosis would suggest no actual anxiety disorder and low levels of transformative based changes, common amongst changing realities. Should his situation change for the better, bodes well for all individuals trying to overcome mental based issues accompanying a transformation.
