#voice change

The bright flash left Cal feeling weird, but refreshed. 

“Woah this feels new.” Cal said in a smooth baritone, patting the skin tight leather jacket and pants now tightly clinging to his body. Elbow and shin guard making him feel the most protected he’d ever felt during a change. Part of him liked how confined this new look felt but there wasn’t much time to admire.

“You can grope yourself later, get on!” Phillis yelled. On instinct Cal mounted the motorcycle like a pro and quickly sped off as his helmet slid on to his head. The whole feeling was exhilarating. Cal had never driven more than a basic car before, and not very well for that matter. Now, everything felt so intuitive. Every turn, every slight lean, every focused gaze forward felt natural. Before either realized it Cal had a few miles between them and their pursuers. 

That relief was short lived when Cal made their way into the city and he saw some more unmarked vehicles turn ahead of him blocking off more roads.

“Cal! This form is expert at motorized maneuvering! Find away around! Phillis called out. She had removed her sidearm and began shooting at a more unmarked vans that had suddenly appeared behind them down the city streets.

With an intense glare Cal surveyed the scene in front of him and it felt like time slowed down.

“Ok I’ve got two large vehicles blocking my way, no civilians on the sidewalk or streets, several surrounding cars going at 49 miles per hour, and a construction vehicle parked near that manhole…. that’s it!” Without hesitation Cal turned off the street on to the sidewalk and said, “Shoot the rope holding up those beams!” 

Phillis turned in time to see the construction site and with expert marksmanship shot them down. With a loud clang they fell on top of the construction truck and made a narrow ramp for Cal to zoom on to! There was a glorious moment where Cal felt his heart stop as they went airborne. Was this his craziest idea yet? However, the next second he’d cleared the cars blocking the road and had zoomed off down a subtle street. Finally finding an area clear of violent vehicles, Cal parked the the cycle in a presumably safe spot. 

Phillis looked around cautiously before nodding. “Ok, We’re clear, but we can’t have you looking too out of place in full motor armor.” She said taking his wrist where the invisible watch was set. “With the repaired version of the watch we can add accessories and create minor alteration to your appearances to better blend in.

There was another flash and Cal didn’t feel much different. He was finally able to remove his helmet and  realized he was also wearing sunglasses. Soon he leaned down to get a better look at himself in the bike’s mirrors.

“Woah. I’m liking the stubble with the smooth voice on this one. And wait… do I feel abs to? Fuck this guy is pretty handsome?” Cal said proudly admiring himself in the small reflection. He even lifted his arm to feel a lean bicep bulge the leather jacket still tight against his torso.

“Motorist template. Able to master any land vehicle, process fastest routes, and process information at incredible speeds. In peak physical condition so an optimal choice for speed with land travel on and off vehicles. One of my favorites though Milan did make sure to include a few… habits to make him seem more realistic.” Phillis explained. “As for now we should be ok. Now that I have the equipment I picked up from the bar we should be harder to track. Especially in the city.”

Cal let out a sigh of relief. Even though he felt energized, he liked the idea of not having to run off somewhere to stay safe. He didn’t realize he began to take something out of his jacket pocket seemingly out of this body’s habit. 

“Wait, what am I doing?” Cal said dropping the cigarette mid light. “I… I didn’t even know that I had this in my pocket. Shit. Everything I’m doing when I’m just relaxed or focused just feels like I’m on autopilot. I’ve never even smoked anything before!” Cal said, though her picked up the cigarette, still having some innate urge to at least try it.

“It’s part of the template. The transition to each new identity is supposed to feel seamless. Milan insisted this guy smoke as well as… well a few other things… that aren’t relevant right now. You can smoke if you like, I’m going to find us a safe place to rest up and you… well you can just relax now however you like. Just stay safe.” Phillis said walking off towards a nearby motel. 

 Her last statement really resonated with Cal and he felt so inclined to obey her for some reason. Not to mention relaxing felt pretty enticing when he had a cigarette in his hand. He looked left and right, as if afraid of some unseen judgement and lit the cigarette. He wasn’t sure what to do next, but his lips seemed to know exactly what was coming. Before long he could feel the smoke slip between his lips and then he exhaled in a relaxing release. Cal couldn’t lie, it felt good. It seemed somehow easier to concentrate now that he had this small fix. He was even able to further admire his new form. Staring back at the small mirror head looked pretty sexy simply leaning against his cool looking bike and smoking. He let out a subtle flex that strained his leather jacket, followed by a brief lunge revealing his pretty obvious bulge forming in his pants.

The only thing that snapped him from this self satisfying stupor was a brief whistle. Cal turned his head and realized he’d parked the motorcycle very close to the beach. Taking a few steps out of the shade of the sidestreet Cal could easily see the gorgeous morning sun rising from the waves. He’d been driving all night it seems and now it was a new day… and that meant Leo would be working today!

It was already getting warm so Cal decided to remove his leather jacket before heading to the beach. He was surprised to see his hairier forearms and arm tattoo, but those all paled in comparison to the person waiting for him at the beach.

Cal began to look around desperately for Leo when he took his first steps on the beach. It was clear that leather boots and tight pants weren’t exactly beach friendly, but he was determined to see how Leo was doing since the incident at the frat house.

To his surprise Cal eventually saw Leo walking from his car though still in his American football practice attire. He wasn’t on the team at all, but he certainly loved the game enough to wear all the appropriate safety equipment during his intramural practices. The pads simply highlighted his clearly impressive strength and Cal thought the tightening in his pants would never stop!

Even when not in his lifeguarduniform Leo still managed to look amazing. Cal was nearly speechless and had to take another drag from his cigar to settle down. 

Cal couldn’t help but stare as Leo dropped his sweatpants revealing his tight lifeguard shorts, which made Leo look at him weird when he noticed.

“Can I help you with something?” Leo asked as he made his way on to the beach towards his lifeguard tower.

“Huh oh uh… no I… was just enjoying the view.” Cal said gesturing to the beach. Behind his sunglasses he was glad that Leo couldn’t see how nervous he might have looked. 

“Dude if you’re looking for that hot guy who saved the kid yesterday he’s not here. So many people were asking about him yesterday and it got annoying fast.” Leo sighed glaring at the sea.

“No that’s not it at all… I was uh… there yesterday and I know you’re the one that really made sure he was ok.” Cal explained.

This was Leo’s first moment of genuine surprise. “Oh. Um… thanks. I don’t really do this for the glory, but it’s nice that someone noticed. Thank you… Sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s…uh… Speed… I mean Steve! Yeah. Nice to meet you… Leo right?” Cal said feigning ignorance. He lightly leaned against a nearby railing to look cool, even flexing a little hard to show of his toned arms.

“That’s right. You must be a regular if you already know me. I’m sorry I don’t recognize you.” Leo laughed letting a smile through.

“Well… maybe we can change that. I don’t normally ask people out when they’re working… but maybe we can grab a drink later?” Cal asked hopefully.

Leo’s smile remained though it took on a more pitiful tone. “That’s really nice of you Steve, but if I’m being honest… there’s actually someone I… well the point is I’m not in a place for that right now. I prefer the nerdier burlier types… nothing against you, it’s just not a good time.”

Cal nodded understandingly, a little sad that no matter what body he was in, Leo didn’t appear to be interested. “Yeah that’s cool… I uh… hope things work better time wise then.” He took another drag from his cigarette but that relaxing feeling just wasn’t hitting as hard.

He began walking off, letting Leo get back to his job and returned just in time for  Phillis to reappear.

“Got us a nice motel over here. It has a deep garage basement which can hide our vehicle in case anyone is trying to track us. Come on!” 

They quickly entered the garage to stow their disguised motorcycle and went upstairs to their new room. To Cal’s surprise, he heard a light beeping sound form his wrist. As the doors closed there was another flash. Once again Cal was in his original motorcyclist form.

“I forgot to mention the minor appearance alteration only lasts so long. I saw you were talking to someone before you rejoined me. I nearly had to get you before you turned back. Who was he anyway?” Phillis asked.

Cal slumped into a nearby chair and sighed, kicking off his boots. “Just… some guy… I kinda like him… but he doesn’t seem to like me regardless of who the watch turns me into.”

“Wait. Are you saying you’ve been using this groundbreaking piece of technology to impress a guy?” Phillis glared at him in disbelief.

“Um… for the first time… it was an accident. The second… yes… but the third! That was to try and save you. But even this fourth one doesn’t seem to do anything for him. It’s… I don’t know. It’s stupid I know.” Cal said blushing and looking down, nearly going into a fetal position in the small chair. 

“Cal… you’re a civilian… I don’t expect perfect discipline. And hopefully by the time this is all over, we simply go our separate ways and you can handle whatever drama you have in your personal life.” Phillis said with a sigh. “Now… your wrist. I can recover any latent messages recorded on the watch before Milan discarded it.”

He lifted his leather clad arm and Phillis began typing away at the invisible buttons. A moment later a familiar voice could be heard.

“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….”

“Incoming message!”

“Phillis. You found it! Knew you would. I’m at a local area laying low undercover. Sending you coordinates to the watch. Knew you’d find it. We gotta move quick they’ve got something big planned Ramiz is gonna-”

Milan’s voice cuts out leaving Phillis and Cal equally shocked. Phillis begins violently tapping the watch, shaking Cal in the process.

“Phillis! Stop! I don’t think it’s working!” Cal cried out in pain. 

“I…Damn it! He managed to leave another message. That clever son of a-…. damn you MIlan. You better be ok.”

Cal could see tears welling up in Phillis’ eyes now.

“He’s like some sorta super spy right? I’m sure he’s fine. Especially if he can do undercover stuff without this watch. He’s probably the best.” Cal said hoping he was right.

Phillis luckily nodded. “Yeah… master of disguised even without gadgetry… but he can only hold on so long. I… I need to get some rest but the watch… it’s at full capacity so you may not need to…. I’m going to give you my notes on how to operate the watch… with your current template you’ll be able to analyze the info and learn to operate it.”

“That’s great, but won’t I… time out?” Cal asked nervously palming his ever tightening bulge.

“Hm…. you’re right… let’s fix that.” Phillis began to tap on the watch again and Cal could feel the similar flash overtake him, except no minor outfit change.

“Woah… did you unlock like a time restriction or something?” Cal asked with excitement.

“No. Still unable to do so… I just made it so you wouldn’t be able to turn back. Now let me get some rest, here’s my tablet with all the info on the watch. Learn it and you’ll be able to help me get Milan back.” Phillis walks off to her room closing the door.

Cal still wasn’t sure what she meant, but he sat down and got to work. He began to absentmindedly palm his still tight bulge, but he heard a surprising metal clink. He squinted his eyes and quickly unzipped his tight pants. With widened eyes he growled angrily as his cock cage would certainly ensure that he’d stay focused and transformed until he got through his studies. 

Cal slowly blinked awake. Every part of him felt sore and tired, but there was no denying the parts of him that felt good. His hand slowly slid down his shirt over his pants and-

“Wait. I’m wearing my clothes still?” He said aloud, as his eyes shot open to confirm what he was feeling. To his surprise, he was fully clothed. Wearing the same shirt and pants he’d worn to the beach this morning. He ran his hands over his unimpressive body and his legs weren’t even hanging off the bed. Looking around, he found no trace of the former self he remembered being! No red swimming trunks or… well that really was all he’d brought back to his apartment… Any trace of his wet steps would’ve long since dried… if they were even there to begin with.

“Was that? Fuck… of course it was a dream! Nothing that crazy could’ve really happened… How could I think I was that hot Japanese swimmer from before? I must’ve just had a tiring day at the beach and crashed when I got back. I better apologize to Leo in case I forgot to say goodbye.”

Cal didn’t know what to make of this. Could this be a coincidence? No… Yes? Maybe! He had to know. He began to look over geo tagged posts of the beach nearby! A few moments later his search had shown him so many new angles of the body he’d actually occupied mere hours ago. Many of the comments were thirsting over this hot swimmer! Some even asking if anyone had an ID page for this mysterious male model! Many were left disappointed that this guy hadn’t gone public or at least had a bunch of thirst trap pics laying around on social media. Some of the pictures didn’t even have his new face!

“I can’t believe it. This actually happened. That was me! I… I was hot! And… the watch!!” Throughout this whole time Cal hadn’t realized the strange watch from before was now on his wrist! He didn’t even remember putting it on.

“Ok…. So if this is real then… the watch… it really did this! I think…. How’d I get it to work last time?”

Cal began to examine the watch pressing its various dials and buttons. So far, the only one he had labeled was the black silhouette of the “Aquatic Template”. However, the more he moved things around the more he could see many others. Some larger, some smaller, but all of them with distorted text as if the watch was experiencing some technical failure. Cal was about to press one of the unknown dark images when his phone buzzed with a new text from Leo!

“It’s… whatever… Rather not think about it. Anyway. You going to that costume party tonight? The one the LGBT+ frat is hosting? Might be a good way to get the word out about your cleaning club.”

Was Leo asking… if Cal was going to a party!? Like… as friends or?

“I… don’t normally go to those things… are you going?” Cal replied.

There was a few moments of pause before Leo replies. “Yeah. Hope I see you there too.”

Cal nearly threw his phone across the room. Despite an incredible shape changing watch affixing itself to his arm, Leo’s passive invite to this party was the most surprising thing Cal could’ve ever imagined.

“I’ll see you there.” Cal finally replied after a few seconds of deep breathing.

Soon Cal was pacing around his room nervously fiddling with the watch. It kept flashing red every time he tried to select one of the options, as a series of numbers flashed on the screen. “Maybe it’s for the best…. After all. Leo wanted me to come! It should be fine… I don’t need to be a sexy swimmer to get his attention… yeah. It’ll be fine!”

Not having much of a costume, Cal simply wore some nice clothes as he crossed the street to the frat area of campus. It was clear that there was a party going on at the LGBT+ frat. Men and women were in every state of dress and in some costumes that were less theatric and more revealing. There wasn’t a guy around who didn’t have his abs or biceps showing. Most of the party was on the frat house lawn with BBQs going next to beach volleyball courts! Inside people were playing beer pong and by the entrance were two hot guys chatting up Leo! One was taller with killer stubble and abs, the other was shorter and more brawny. Both were just wearing suspenders, pants, and a fireman hat as they leaned close to Leo. They all laughed occasionally as Cal ran the opposite direction!

“Ok. This is bad. Fuck. What was I thinking coming over here… ok…. Watch… I don’t need a swimmer here… I need something to grab Leo’s attention. Can you do that?” The watch sputtered and sparked for a second before the red glowing receded. A new silhouette had taken the former’s place.

Template 4 – Fire Adept

Without a second thought and too overwhelmed to decide, Cal pressed the button!

There was another bright flash and soon Cal wasn’t wearing his normal clothing! He was in full fire fighter attire.

“Woah this stuff is heavy.” Cal grumbled in surprise, a low commanding voice escaping his lips. “Damn and the voice. Fuck. It’s even lower than before… pretty sexy too. Hey. Hot stuff. Looking good.” Cal said smiling at the goofy line. Even with those words the voice just oozed sex appeal. Not to mention it was the perfect attention grabbing tone that was gone win him Leo’s attention.

Cal continued to explore his new body as he walked back to the frat house. He occasionally flexed his arms admiring the cool tattoos on his massive biceps as well as the big boots he wore that stomped the ground beneath him. This was also a body that stood head and shoulders above most guys here. There were a few taller athletes here and there, but he was definitely over 6 feet tall once again. Once again, he could feel the invisible imprint of the watch on his wrist. He could also feel a fireman’s axe on his back… was that real?

Not wanting to get distracted, Cal powered on. Before long he was at the doorway where Leo was talking to those two guys. By comparison Cal’s outfit looked much more authentic than theirs.

“Hey gentleman. Hey Leo. Someone looks smoking.” Cal said awkwardly grinning as he said another cheesy line out of sheer nerves.

All three guys stared wide eyed at this huge guy who sauntered over to them. Not only did his natural demeanor look so imposing to anyone nearby, but Cal didn’t realize how intimidating he seemed staring down at them.

The two wannabe firefighters were sputtering over their words. It was Leo that responded first.  “Wow! That’s quite a costume… but you look kinda…. Old for university… no offense. Do you actually go here?”

Cal crossed his arms and gave a big grin as he caught his reflection on the window nearby. Stubbled jaw, deep voice, perfect teeth, and deceptively smooth skin… he certainly passed for someone in their 20s or 30s rather than the early 20s demographic of the party. Not just that but his sleeve of tatoos and naturally dominant presence gave him the appearance of an authority figure not a peer. This was a body that people looked to for command and direction… and much to Cal’s disappointment, not love.

“I uh… well… I saw the smoke… from the BBQ and… I found you… hot stuff.” Cal spoke through gritted teeth, internally moaning finding it impossible to stop the bad fire puns. To his surprise, Leo laughed as the other two guys took this moment to make an awkward escape.

“So, what are you some local firefighter making sure we’re up to code or something? That’s kinda… hot.” Leo laughed.

“Really? I mean yeah. Long day at the…. Station? And it seemed like a fun place to hang out. Someone as cool as you are here after all.” Cal replied, grinning ear to ear. His perfect smile a sign at his surprise and glee that this was going well! However, as they talked Cal quickly realized something was off. He felt relaxed. Not strain or stress like he normally had talking to Leo! Was this what having confidence was like? No… because something else was wrong… deep inside him… he didn’t feel nervous at all… because he didn’t find Leo attractive anymore! He kept staring at Leo’s perfect hair, flawless skin, impressive muscles beneath his lifeguard uniform, and most of all his incredible legs and feet! But nothing!

Instead as Leo began to explain a story that Cal wasn’t listening to, Cal’s attention drifted to a few women playing beach volleyball. His eyes fixated on their bouncing breasts as they jumped for the net. Each elegant motion more mesmerizing than the next. He thought he might drool till he heard.

“So, what’s your name?” from Leo

“Huh? What? Oh I’m…. Ignis. Yeah, that’s my name!” Cal said thinking on his feet of the final fantasy character and the Latin word.

“Nice to meet you Ignis…. Now did you come here to talk to me or just ogle at those girls over there?” Leo accused.

“No! I uh… I really wanted to talk to you and-“ Cal tried to explain, though once again his eyes drifted over to the women as one team won the game and they all began to celebrate getting closer and closer to each other.

Leo was unimpressed. “Come on man. It’s clear you’re here crashing a college LGBT+ event, creeping on coeds and stuff. This is an important time for people to explore their interests. They don’t need a weird older guy creeping on them for a distance. You should get out of here before I call campus security.”

With that Leo headed inside shaking his head, mumbling something about “First the swimmer and now this guy? Just my luck. Has anyone seen a guy named Cal around? No? Fine. Well, I’m gonna make sure we have enough propane for the grill.”

Cal looked down dejectedly. Another body. Another screwed up attempt!

“Stupid body! Stupid muscles! Stupid… fuck stupid only liking women right now. What the hell is wrong with me?” Cal moped, walking off, down the street. He was still very horny as he sulked his way back to his apartment. However, before he could make his way down the street, he saw a woman approaching in a trench coat. She was more solidly built but her appearance was striking none the less. Her Light brown hair had some blond highlights and she was looking directly at Cal which caused his dick to stir in his fireman outfit.

“Uh… hey there.” Cal said not knowing what to do, and legitimately blushing at her presence.

“You…” she began getting closer to Cal, her soft hand brushing against his rough forearm. “Have the watch!” Her hands directly went for his wrist where she could feel the invisible device between her fingers.

“What!? How’d you know about the watch?” Cal said jumping back, releasing himself from her grip with surprising strength.

She smirked and pulled out a gun. “Me and a few other interested parties know all about that thing. Only difference is I don’t care if you hand it over dead or alive!”

Cal had no idea what was going on! His heart was beating a mile a minute and he wasn’t able to form a single rational thought as death was staring him in the face. This woman was holding the gun so subtly from her coat, no one nearby could even see her threaten him! Not only that people were still partying inside and out of the house, so it’s not like they could hear him cry for help before he was shot!

However, right at that moment someone cried. “OH SHIT!” from inside the frat and there was an explosion that blew part of the house up in an instant! Debris was flying everywhere and managed to strike Cal’s would be captor in the face. With this temporary distraction Cal began to run! As he took a few steps he heard someone cry. “Fuck! Leo! He’s still inside!”

Cal looked to his disoriented assailant and back at the house which had now caught fire.

“Damn…. I’m coming Leo!” Cal roared charging in. Dozens of people in costumes were darting out of the house! None of them large enough to get in Cal’s way though. He rushed past civilians, and through broken tables with ease, once again surprised by his own power. Not only that he realized despite all the smoke he could breathe and see just fine. Did movies really make it look worse on purpose… or was it something about him? Soon he managed to sift through the wreckage to find an unconscious Leo laying down next to a fire extinguisher coughing.

“I got you Leo. Let’s go!” Cal fireman carried Leo out of the burning building and placed him on the lawn a safe distance away from the building to get some fresh air. He wasn’t breathing properly at first. Part of him was worried, but another part knew that he needed CPR! Without any training in the procedure, Cal attempted to resuscitate Leo! With an expert motion and form, he managed to do enough chest compressions and finally blowing into his mouth. For a moment his manly stubbled lips graced Leo’s and a second later Leo was gasping for breath and coughing. He’d be ok.

Cal let out a relieved smile. Soon sirens were blaring by the area. He took that as his queue to run off and managed to take a few side streets to avoid prying eyes. He began to catch his breath feeling tired and paused for a few minutes to catch his breath.

“End of the line big guy.” Came the voice of the woman with a nasty scar on her face. “Thought you’d cover more ground after that incident. Guess you’re dumber than I thought.” Cal looked at her terrified, backing into the small street nearby.

The woman cocked the gun back and then Cal shut his eyes terrified and accepting his fate! With all the sirens and screaming from nearby, neither heard the near silent acceleration of a dark car with tinted windows racing down the street, hitting the woman directly into the trees nearby. This day continued to get weirder by the second.

“What the hell!?!” Cal jumped back, even more scared. His deep manly voice at odds with his obvious panicked and confused words. Soon the windows were lowered and he could see an average looking woman with glasses, dark hair, and a badge. “Get in Cal! You’re not safe here!”

“W-why should I trust you?” Cal said shaking from shock.

“1. Because I’m trying to save your life. 2. Because I can get you out of here. And 3. You’re wearing my watch.” Phillis explained.

After playing around with the apps on his phone, Alex Crockford laughed at the photo-altering app which made his picture look like he had a really tiny head. However, after he closed the app and looked in the mirror, the stud was shocked to see that his reflection had the same tiny head as the morphed image. In his panic, Alex accidentally dropped his phone, breaking the screen in a way that he couldn’t unlock it and fix himself…

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Luka Dončić was blissfully unaware of the curse one of the players on the opposing team had placed on him: For every point he scores, his head will get slightly smaller. It wasn’t until he heard the laughing from the fans in the audience and saw his picture displayed on the large screens that he noticed what had happened to him.

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[Small continuation of https://ultram0th2.tumblr.com/post/680563795540803584/you-already-knew-this-was-cuming-but-alex]

Poor Alex Lederman was holed up in his house, trying to get used to living with a shrunken head. His depth perception was all off, making everything seem further away than it was, and it was all the more difficult maneuvering his bulky body. But worse was how his sexy baritone voice had morphed into a cartoonish squeak that made him sound like chipmunk.

“This is bullshit,” he squeaked in his helium-esque voice as he stared in the mirror at his warped proportions.

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“Look, Man, you proved your point,” the personal trainer squeaked in his small voice. “I shouldn’t have tried to scam you. Now please change me back!” He gestured at his baseball-sized head with a buff arm, the juxtaposing sizes making him look all the more ridiculous.

The magical client scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” he smirked. “Why don’t we go show off your new form to everyone else out on the floor? Then maybe after a few months I’ll consider changing you back.”

The personal trainer sighed, defeated; and he followed behind the client, his tiny head already turning red from the impending humiliation.

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“What the fuck?!” my roommate cried out, his voice having shot up several octaves as he stared in horror at his tiny head that looked completely out of place atop his buff physique. “You said that the steroids wouldn’t shrink anything!”

“No,” I corrected him, “I said it wouldn’t shrink your junk. I didn’t say anything about your head.”

“Whatever,” he chirped, “just give me the damn antidote so I can fix this. I can’t go walking around with a shrunken head!”

I paused, confused. “…antidote?”

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The hunky officer handed the driver the speeding ticket. “Now just be sure to drive the speed limit from now on,” he said in his bass-filled voice that oozed authority.

The driver, scowling, snatched the ticket away from him and turned to stare daggers at him. “Cranium emarcesco!” he spat before speeding away.

The officer felt light-headed for a moment as a tingling sensation washed over him. It quickly passed and he shook his head, confused about what had just happened.

“Fuckin’ freak…” he muttered to himself, wincing when he heard his voice sounding like he’d been huffing on helium. He cleared his throat. “That was weird… What’s wrong with my voice?!” No matter how much he coughed or tried to clear his throat, the officer was panicking as he couldn’t stop sounding like a chipmunk.

He hurried to his patrol car and once he caught sight of himself in the rearview mirror, he couldn’t stop himself from screaming high-pitched. 

His head was at least four times smaller than it should’ve been, looking like it was about the size of a ripe orange. Its tininess made his shoulder look ridiculously broad, and apparently it was the cause behind his cartoonish voice.

“What the fuck happened to me?” the officer cried as he stared in horror at his shrunken head.

Here is a story that I wrote for @transformee​ as part of the TF Secret Santa story exchange as organized by @thegreatstoryteller​. It was really fun writing this and I hope you like it! Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Shrunk/abducted by then forcibly transformed into CrossFit DILF

Adam was approaching his forties, and with his job as an engineer, he wasn’t particularly in the best shape of his life. By no means was he unhealthy, he just longed to have the body that he did back in his college days. He still had a slender torso, but frowned at the sight of his forming love-handles and missed the sight of his chiseled six pack that he used to have. He went from being a cut jock to having a dad bod. Therefore, one day when he was leaving his office and passed the gym a couple doors down, he felt like it couldn’t hurt asking about their membership deals. It eventually led to him signing up.

The owner, a hunk named Nick Urankar, was an incredibly sexy man who was the epitome of eye candy. His hair was always trimmed and styled, his beard looking stylized and contouring to his jawline. He tended to wear the tightest shorts that showcased his delicious bubblebutt and had the straps of his jockstrap pressed obviously against them. His shorts also did nothing to hide his large bulge that was showcased in the front of him. Adam’s favorite part about Nick was that the fitness instructor tended to workout shirtless, opting to keep his perfectly sculpted abs that were cut so deeply and his pecs that were expertly formed with the upmost care on full display for the gymgoers to admire. Nick was a hunk and he knew it, and he absolutely used it to secure clients at his gym. Although he was straight, the gym owner wasn’t above showing off here and there.

Adam had taken the bait immediately when he’d first met Nick, drooling over his massive and proportional muscles that were perpetually on display. As he’d signed the membership contract, he was so caught up in how the A/C blasting through the vents had made Nick’s nipples hard and perky that he hadn’t read any of the stipulations outlined in the contract.

That later proved to be an issue when Adam, despite spending a few months at the gym and carefully regulating his diet, wasn’t seeing any real changes to his physique. Therefore, he figured that it would be a smart financial move to cancel his membership.

“Hey, Adam,” Nick smiled warmly when the older man entered his office at the gym, “what can I do for you?” The stud took a seat behind his desk that was barely more than just a flat table top, allowing the other man to see his uninterrupted muscles. He was in the middle of mixing together what seemed to be some kind of protein shake. It must’ve been quite the concoction given the array of glass containers that were filled with colorful powders that lined the edge of the desk.

“Well,” Adam muttered, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “I actually need to talk to you about canceling my membership.” He could feel himself blush a little at the awkward topic, not wanting to land on the hot man’s bad side.

Nick pursed his stubble-framed lips for a moment and crossed his arms in front of his bare chest, making his meaty pecs flex with the motion. “I see,” he mused.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Adam mumbled, trying not to get lost in the sight of the other man’s mouth-watering muscles, “it’s just that I haven’t really made any real progress and—”

“If that’s the only problem, then I can personally help you with that,” Nick interrupted. “I mean, as you may or may not know, I am a CrossFit professional.” To illustrate his point, the hunk stood up and held his muscled arms out to show off his impressive body.

Adam had to wipe away the lustful look from his face. “S-sorry,” he stuttered, “but my mind’s made up.”

The CrossFit enthusiast nodded silently for a moment before sighing, his broad shoulders rising and falling with power at the movement. “Well, I suppose you have to do what’s best for you,” he relented, keeping his lips pursed in a fine line for a moment. He perked up the slightest bit, a gleam in his eyes. “Tell you what, why don’t you at least give my protein shake a try and leave a review? You do that, and there won’t be a cancellation fee.” The hunk gestured at the mixer that was on the desk.

Adam shrugged his thinner shoulders, figuring that he’d be foolish to pass up such a great deal.  He walked over to the desk and grabbed the mixer, giving it a little swish before taking a sip of the sweet mixture inside. It had a smooth sweetness that wasn’t overbearing and that left a pleasant aftertaste.

The older man was about to comment on how good he thought the shake was when he felt a tingling sensation rapidly spread across his body, starting from his lips and dispersing outwards. The paresthesia grew in fervor until it consumed the man’s entire body. At first he was fearful that he was having an allergic reaction to the protein shake, but he quickly learned that something else was afoot.

Had his shocked voice allowed him to, Adam would’ve cried out as he saw what looked like Nick’s office growing in size. However, the increasing looseness of his clothes let the panicked man know that he was actually shrinking. Whereas he was supposed to be eye-level with the hunk, he watched as Nick grew taller and taller, until he couldn’t see a thing as his clothes completely swallowed him.

Nick Urankar chuckled as he circled around the desk and easily picked up the small moving mass that was in the bundle of clothes on the office floor. With his thumb and forefinger, Nick easily picked up the shrunken Adam, holding him up high in his grasp.

The tiny and naked Adam couldn’t have been taller than five inches, and he flailed as he was stuck in Nick’s hold, shocked at what had happened to him. One moment he was his normal height at a respectable 6’1’’, and the next he’s smaller than a G.I. Joe action figure. His nude dad bod was entirely on display as he was helpless in the hunky man’s hold.

“What did you do to me?!” he demanded, bristling at how squeaky his voice was, sounding like a cartoon chipmunk’s. He struggled to free himself from the giant man’s grasp, but was helpless as he was carried back over towards the desk.

Nick placed the tiny man inside of a mason jar that was on the desk, bending down to smile as Adam beat against the glass sides of his container.

“Change me back!” Adam squeaked, trying to sound demanding and boisterous, but his helium-esque voice ruined it.

Nick mock-frowned. “Didn’t you read the fine print?” he teased. “Or were you too busy staring at these?” He flexed his massive arms, making his large biceps bulge like crazy in front of the shrunken man, the muscle mounds looking like large buildings from his perspective. “It says that I have the opportunity to help you achieve your dream body before you quit. And since you seemed to be so into mine…” Nick started to fiddle around with the other jars that were on his desk, the ones that contained colorful powders, mixing them together.

Adam struggled to comprehend what he’d just heard. Apparently he’d been too distracted by the gym owner’s sexy muscles to notice that he’d basically agreed to this. He looked around the giant-looking desk in horror as his hands were flat against the glass of the mason jar. If Nick was able to shrink him down and trap him, what else could he do with that powder?

Panic and adrenaline coursed through the shrunken man’s veins and he beat wildly against the glass of the jar. He shoved all of his weight against it, managing to tip it over onto its side, allowing him to tumble onto the desk.

“Fuck!” Nick hissed, the clattering glass being knocked over startling him, causing him to instinctually jerk back. His muscled arm jostled up against a jar containing navy blue powder, accidentally knocking it down onto the floor. The glass shattered and a puff of blue surrounded the CrossFit stud.

As the cloud of blue began to dissipate, Adam’s eyes widened at the new stud who stood where Nick Urankar had been mere seconds ago.

This incredibly sexy version of Nick was solid with muscle that wasn’t nearly as cut as they had been. Instead, there was a thick layer of fat on top of it, looking like the stud wasn’t as dedicated to the dieting aspect of fitness, as was evident by the sizable gut he possessed. The shorts he wore were stretched to the limit, tears running up and down his large thighs as they split the seams of the fabric. His hairy bubblebutt peaked out the top, giving him a plumber’s crack, and his massive cock created a prominent bulge in the front. His pecs had more meat on them and they rested on his new gut, his nipples looking large and nubby as they poked out of a dense forest of chest hair. Nick was supposed to be smooth, but this new version of him had body hair that was thick and ever-present, coating every single bulging muscle he possessed. His beard was tinged with grays as was the hair atop his head, accentuating his maturity— the same with the sparse wrinkles along his face that didn’t make him look old, just more mature. This new Nick was an utter DILF.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the altered Nick groaned in his deep, baritone voice. He examined his bulky, hairy muscle daddy body, running shaking hands over his hairy pecs. The action alerted him to their increased sensitivity, especially when his fingers brushed up against his nubby nipples, making his cock rip through his tattered shorts, lengthening out to an obscene ten inches.

At the sight of this, the gym owner blushed like crazy. He was used to showing off his physique in order to secure more members at his gym. However, looking like some musclebear, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to continue that trend. Even worse was how turned on he was. Despite playfully flirting for work, Nick hadn’t had a gay thought in his life. That was all out the window as he stared at his reflection in the mirror he kept on his office wall, unable to stop pursing his lips as he admired his new DILF form, thinking that he had the hottest muscletits he’d ever seen. He was so hyper-fixated on his pecs that it took the stud a moment to realize that his hands were still running over his warped form and he was swaying his hips, making his hard cock bob wildly. Worse was that even when he was made aware of his actions, he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

Adam was stunned even more. Sure shrinking down to the size of a McDonald’s toy was shocking in of itself, but staring at the slutty DILF Nick had turned into was so hot. “What happened?” he squeaked in his tiny voice, shielding his own hard cock from view.

“Isn’t it obvious?” the altered Nick groaned, wincing when one of his hands reached up to flick a protruding nipple. He was completely humiliated by his new body, but that was nothing in comparison to his uncontrollable actions. Sure he’d used his body to show off before, but he’d never done so in such a sexual and seductive manner. His heart was racing with a mixture of horror and excitement as he played with his nipples in front of the shrunken man, screaming at himself to stop. “I made a deal with one of the past owners of the gym who used to mess around with celestial arts, and he showed me how to change a person’s body and mind. I was gonna try to make you into a CrossFit stud, but I’d accidentally turned myself into a…”

“A slutty daddy,” Adam finished for the blushing man.

Nick shuddered and his cock unleashed strands of cum that shot up to his hairy chest. “Uugghhhh!” the humiliated man moaned loudly. He was left panting, his hairy pecs heaving as he caught his breath, unaware that he’d already started to flex his ass cheeks, showing off the inflated globes like the insatiable slut he now was.

Adam was incredibly turned on watching the spectacle before him. The new Nick was hotter than the former one, and he couldn’t help but imagine what the gym would be like now. Whereas Nick used to flex here and there for guys, what would his new slutty DILF version be like?

The daddy grunted and waddled over to the desk, snatching up the shrunken Adam in a hairy paw. “Well, I guess it can’t be helped,” he grunted. “But back to where we were.”

“Wait, Nick!” Adam cried in his silly voice as a spray of orange powder blew over him.

“Lookin’ good, Adam!” one of the regulars at Nick’s gym commented as the stud entered the building.

“Thanks, Bruh!” Adam cheerfully said as he popped his chiseled pecs, which were easily visible since he never wore a shirt anymore. His perfectly sculpted pecs and chiseled six pack were permanently on display and illustrated how dedicated to CrossFit the hunk now was. He lived and breathed CrossFit, being all that he was capable of thinking about.

The hunk sauntered through the gym, his head held high and his chest muscles puffed out as he headed towards one of the back rooms to lead a CrossFit course. As he walked, he checked himself out in the mirrored wall, loving how his bubblebutt always stretched his spandex shorts to the limit. He opted not to wear a jockstrap today, his already hardening cock pressed tightly against the front of his spandex.

A small voice in the back of his head told him that this was wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be a CrossFit instructor and he wasn’t supposed to be walking around the gym hard and wearing next to nothing. The stud chuckled and shook his head at the thought. Of course he was where he was supposed to be. He playfully flexed in the mirror to emphasize his point, loving how hot and muscular he was. All he knew was CrossFit and muscles, barely capable of focusing on anything else.

He glanced across the gym at the owner, Nick, who was naked as always, showing off his hairy, bulky muscles as he performed bicep curls. The older man was a specimen of masculine muscle, always showing off. Even now, although he was focusing on his biceps, his hips were swaying slightly, making his rock hard cock bob to and fro; and he would bounce his hairy pecs every so often. He was such a slut that Adam already knew that they two of them would fuck by the end of their gym session, something that happened after every workout. Nick’s slogan which helped to attract new members was that he would blow every new member, or he’d let them fuck his hairy bubblebutt after every session. It wasn’t uncommon for the DILF’s slutty moans to ring out over the gym floor as one guy fucked his bubblebutt and another sucked on his nubby nipples.

Nick caught him staring and winked at him over his broad shoulder, flexing his large ass too, blushing the smallest bit.

Adam winked back and entered the room where he led CrossFit, excited to see it full of sexy men who would get to gaze at his hard, rippling muscles, his cock leaking at the thought.