Tired of Looking So Young Pt. 2

Tim had a great first week in his new life.  Started dating this super hot guy, great job and the gym was so much fun.  It was amazing being 32.  He wouldn't change a thing...

Late one night, a regular of Body package.com, Joe, found a new public profile.  Tom.  He had chosen Jock.  The system made him four years older and changed some of his body type. 

Now, Joe was an interesting fella.  He was into tf but totally in the closet about it.  Never told any of his boyfriends.  He was a 52 year old military higher up.  No one would ever guess.  But he loved Body-package.com.  He got to find public profiles and watch as their boy changed.  The picture was a still profile pic but it always changed in live time.

He figured he would have some fun with "Tom".  He completed his changes and decided the changes should take place with a trigger.  The trigger for every change would be something he couldn't control.  A sneeze, a burp, an erection, a fart anything that just happened would progress his change.

Tom was drinking his once a day soda.  He had to pull back now that he had a hot ass bod to keep up with.  After a particularly large gulp, he let out a decent sized burp.  He felt a shift in his body and a weird tingle.  He decided just to ignore it.

He went about his day quite literally with no hiccups.  Before leaving work, Tom decided to use the restroom.  He stopped at the mirror to check out his gorgeous face.  He noticed that it was a little rounder than it was before.  

"Maybe it's just the mirror," he said as he went to the urinal.  He whipped out his substantial cock and started to piss.  He felt the pressure and let out a few small farts (as men tend to do).  He felt the same strange tingle that he had felt earlier.  Tom shook off his cock and went to wash his hands.

Looking in the mirror again he noticed that he had some five o'clock shadow but it was just above his lip.  He noticed that his shirt was a tad tighter than it was earlier.  He chocked it up to having a big lunch and headed to the bus stop from work.

Joe logged back onto Body-package.com and looked up his playthings profile.  Tom was well on his way.  Light mustache, slight belly, rounding face.  Joe couldn't wait.  He was horny and pulled his short, fat daddy cock out and started stroking it to the changed man.  Joe wanted more.  He increased Tom's sex drive and made him gassy.

"Now let's see what happens next," Joe smirked as he waited to see.

The bus was pretty bumpy today.  Tom felt some stomach pain and was starting to feel really bloated.  He decided since the bus was noisy and there were so many people maybe he could fart without being noticed and it would help.  He let out a loud fart.  People looked right at him.

"Sorry, stomach problems," he apologized realizing that wasn't the best course of action.  His shirt got even tighter, to the point that it started riding up his belly.  Tom noticed and tried to pull it down.  The shirt seemed like it was made for a different person.  The sleeves were tight, his belly was sticking out, his chest was pulling it taught.  He was starting to freak out.  Luckily, he got off the bus at the next stop.

As the bus pulled up to his stop, he looked outside and saw the hot football player from down the street.  Instantly, Tom got a boner and started stroking through his pants.  His shirt finally had enough, it tore across the back.  Snapping back to reality, he got his briefcase and practically ran off the bus.  He ran up to his apartment and looked in the mirror.

Tom's hair was the first thing he noticed.  His beautiful dark brown hair was receding.  Quite a bit, too.  The five o'clock shadow was a decent 'stache.  The shirt had ripped in half because his back was huge.  He pulled the tattered fabric remains off of himself and noticed that his chest was saggier, his gut was huge and his nipples were more than twice the size they were.

Joe was watching and constantly refreshing the profile.  This kid was changing so fast.  Joe loved this website more than anything.  It was the only thing that made him happy.  He knew what would happen soon though.  This kid was going to make him happy, too.

Tom felt a huge gut pain and bent over letting out a huge, loud, long fart.  He instantly felt better and looked back in the mirror.  Nothing.

"Thanks God," he said in a gravely, mature voice.  Unfortunately, he felt the tingle again.  Staring in the mirror, he watched his body hair grow thicker.  His head got real itchy.  As he scratched it, his hair started to fall out.

"No, no, no!  My FUCKING hair!!!!"  He screamed.  He slowly and nervously stared back in the mirror again.  His hair all gone.  His face look weathered and old.  He had gained a double chin.  His gut had grown even more.  His cock was buried in a layer of fat.  

"I'm...old.  Why?  This isn't what I signed up for on that site."  Tom was confused.  He was still named Tom for now...

                                      

Glorious

My name was Hughyn and I was so tired of being the only Asian at the gym.  I was 29 but I look like I was 17.  The guys I worked out with were all nice but I was always the butt of their jokes.  One day, I was walking home from the gym and I ran into a little, old woman who had just come out of the woods.  She looked confused so I walked over to her.

"Ma'am, can I help you?"

"Oh, you seem so kind.  Yet so troubled.  What seems to be the matter?"

For a woman who had just come out of the forest, she seemed rather lucid.  I figured I would tell her about my workout woes and how I felt like life had dealt me a poor card.  I loved my Asian heritage and a lot of Asians get fit and buff pretty easily.  But for me I only stayed thin and small.

"Go into the woods and you will find your answer.  Take this backpack and follow this map."  I looked at the map and when I went to look back at her she was gone.  I decided why not and followed the map up to this cliff.  The climb had been hard and I was so sore from working out earlier.

My tank top was starting to get tight and my shorts were too.  I looked at the beautiful view and was amazed that I could make it to the top of the mountain.  I picked up the backpack still looking at the amazing view and started my tread down the mountain.

When I got to the bottom, I realized I had made it to the bus stop I sometimes took home.  It was on a small wooden bench that was actually a historical landmark. I sat down with the backpack on and the bus pulled up.  Then, the strangest thing happened.  The reflection of the person on the side of the bus was not me.  Some ridiculously buff guy with hairy shoulders.  

I stood up.  And the guy stood up.  I flexed and he flexed his ridiculously huge arms.  I opened the backpack after I got on the bus and found a note.

"Welcome to your new life.  May it be as glorious as your soul."

It must be from that woman, I thought.  I noticed a new driver's license, a mirror and a cell phone were all in the bag.  My new name was Mark Thomason.  I looked at my new Caucasian bearded face in the mirror and gave a cocky smirk.

"Holy shit," I said in a gravely voice.  A second later, my cell phone rang.  It was one of my gym buddies.  He asked if I made it through my hike after my crazy dead lifts that I was doing.  I told him yeah it was glorious.

Tired of Looking So Young Pt.1

I was so tired of looking like I was 18.  All of my boyfriends love me at first and then they get tired of my look.  They think that I am immature just because I get carded every where we get a drink even though I was 28.  My last boyfriend said he wanted a man not a man who looked like a boy.  I was sick of it.

There was this website.  Body package.com.  It said that I could pick a body category and it would give it to me.  So I chose Jock.  Why not.  It had a timer on it.  30 minutes.

"This is so dumb."  I said as I got up from my computer desk and walked to the kitchen.  Something seemed weird.  My chest was a little itchy.  I looked down and saw some chest hairs growing.

"No way!".  I was freaking out.  How long had it been going?  I walked back into my room and saw myself in the mirror.  

My hair had shortened and gotten more styled.  I had a happy trail and light dusting of body hair everywhere.  My face was super squared off and I looked amazing.  

No one will ever think I'm too young now.  I can't believe this actually worked.  My name had even changed and I was now 32.  My name was Tim.  I went to take a shower and couldn't stop looking in the mirror at myself.

Unfortunately, Tim didn't realize that as long as he stayed logged in to Body package.com, others could change his package...

A Look to Match

I had always been the nerdy redhead.  The only thing that wasn’t nerdy about me was my cock.  It was huge.  All the black guys in PE would always laugh at me getting hard while watching them shower. 

"Looks like one of ours," they would always say.  And I wouldn’t disagree with them.  One day, a strange kid dressed in black came up to me in the locker room.

"You need to match," he whispered to me.

"What?" I asked inquisitively as he blew a weird dust on me.  When I finished coughing he was gone.  The rest of the day progressed as it normally would.  I was packing my backpack when I noticed something was different.  I had no freckles on my arm.

"Well, that’s weird," I said out loud.  My voice even cracked a little.  I just ignored it and went home.  That night I had the strangest dreams.  I was playing football, basketball, having sex with my teammates.  It was bizarre.

When I woke up, I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.  I starting taking my morning piss when I noticed my pubes were short and black.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed in a much lower and gravely voice.  I saw something strange in the mirror out of the corner of my eye.  My head had been shaved, I had a deep tan and my face looked a little more square.

"No no no no no," I repeated over and over to myself.  Then, the cramps started.  I fell on the floor as my limbs started to burn.  Like someone had set them on fire.  I watched in agony as my chest started to swell and get larger. My biceps felt like someone had implanted baseballs into them.  

My new larger hand noticed my cock and started stroking it.  It was almost pitch black.  I noticed my hand was much darker, too.  I started stroking faster as my legs practically inflated.  I came all over my darker stomach.  

I looked in the mirror and noticed my face was completely different.  Broad nose and thick, luscious lips.  Perfect for sucking off my teammates.  Wait, I’m not on any teams.  It was then I remembered my dreams.  I was Michael now.  

It wasn’t until later that day at my new football locker I remembered the Goth kid from yesterday.  I figured it out.  He made the rest of me match my cock.  They always said it should have been black…and now it definitely was.

Pride Underwear

Matt was so tired of being the smallest guy he knew.  Yeah he was gay, that didn’t mean that he had to be a little weakling.  He was a little skinny blonde haired twink.  Reluctantly, he went with his friend Chris, a thin latino boy, to Pride. Chris had been planning what they would do first for weeks.  He always liked Matt but he just wasn’t his type.  He had gotten a tip from a friend at the gym that there would be a special event this year.  

They walked up to the TD tent and asked for Jim.  This older, hairy, fat bear came up and gave them the skimpiest underwear they had ever seen.

"Put it on," he said.  "It’ll change your lives."

The boys agreed and instantly felt light headed.  Within minutes, they were getting tips in their new Transformation Direct sexy trunks.  Not to mention their new bodies.  All they had to do was keep them on for 24 hours and these hot studly bods would be there’s forever (with a personality to match).  Now Matt was Chris’ type and Matt would never be the smallest twink he knew again!