tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19968218817323703652024-02-18T19:27:26.079-08:00Male Body ChangesStories about different male transformations.bodychangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595515482841098562noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1996821881732370365.post-47261956226897495732019-04-21T09:48:00.000-07:002019-04-21T09:48:29.188-07:00Karma's A Twink<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxOHKyEDw8P8C8Lbu3wY0f8nA51JuR4aoHkLb-RMaxYA0GvaePXBbO6hV5b24kHodSVmCXkET9wRKzm6iJY4_5jzAMF6-FdN781lupKYLqrLH5QB2ToNUD9qUbRnPWaw40tyjDH79jbU/s1600/Y10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxOHKyEDw8P8C8Lbu3wY0f8nA51JuR4aoHkLb-RMaxYA0GvaePXBbO6hV5b24kHodSVmCXkET9wRKzm6iJY4_5jzAMF6-FdN781lupKYLqrLH5QB2ToNUD9qUbRnPWaw40tyjDH79jbU/s320/Y10.jpg" width="239" /></a>Mark was the biggest womanizer around. A total juice head, he only cared about hitting the gym, fucking hot women and then never calling them again. On dating apps, he'd call women fat, ugly and desperate. His instagram account was a vain advertisement for his ripped and muscular body.<br />
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Checking her profile pic, Mark saw a busty blonde whose face was cut off from her display picture. "Sup Mama?" Mark messaged her, naturally receiving an immediate response. "NTM, you?" She asked. "Just chilling in bed." Mark replied before sending a photo of his raised grey sweater, showing off his toned abs and v-lines. "You look like a big boy." KARMA_01 posted, causing Mark to get a little hard from the flattery. "You have no idea." Mark posted before sending his prepared underwear bulge pic, which he'd sent 100 times before.<br />
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"It looks like mine." KARMA_01 replied, posting a pic of her dick. Mark was immediately shocked and pissed, leading him to respond with a flurry of homophobic responses. "But I thought you were gay. After all you're so vain." KARMA_01 responded innocently when Mark noticed his phone was glitching.<br />
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Trying to remove the phone's battery pack, Mark instantly felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Running to the bathroom, Mark keeled over in pain as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. His grey sweater looked baggier and his legs less toned than moments ago.<br />
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Pulling his sweater up, Mark could only watch as his abs shrunk into his stomach as his body flattened out. Getting slimmer and more petite, Mark's facial hair disappeared into baby smooth skin as his crunchy gelled hair became long and floppy. "Fuck!" Mark yelled, noticing his voice was that of a prepubescent high school student.<br />
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Groaning as his new body became permanent, Mark braced himself against the wall as his asshole began to tingle. It was the most intense sensation he'd ever felt before. He wanted to be pounded hard. It was the only thought that his mind could think of. Grinding his ass in the air, his hand still on the door, Mark's dick grew rock hard as he moaned relentlessly.<br />
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Cumming in his underwear, Mark jolted from the orgasim that filled his white briefs. Moments later, he received another message. KARMA_01 liked PWR_BTMS_69's post, it said. Mark then realized that he had live-streamed his hand's free orgasim, only prompting more messages to fill is inbox.<br />
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Mark tried to delete the post with no success but the number of lustful messages in his inbox made him instantly hard again. He may not be a muscle head anymore but it looks like he might get more attention like this anyway.bodychangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595515482841098562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1996821881732370365.post-2011259373064203402019-04-19T05:12:00.002-07:002019-04-19T05:17:01.425-07:00The Dean's Deal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzGd_sMFwK0WkuIyXdaZ_j_rFgBQuLSkrSGclTTqTpiuJgbYUhJDNd6mbGpUL57nbqGAN6gGiC6Aier7P7xxxylCDYdCUF8JErmPJRrsbLVeB0J9Mocov9KdiC8rvxSHv_SW6t-toU7Y/s1600/3-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1323" data-original-width="1007" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzGd_sMFwK0WkuIyXdaZ_j_rFgBQuLSkrSGclTTqTpiuJgbYUhJDNd6mbGpUL57nbqGAN6gGiC6Aier7P7xxxylCDYdCUF8JErmPJRrsbLVeB0J9Mocov9KdiC8rvxSHv_SW6t-toU7Y/s400/3-2.jpg" width="303" /></a>My name is Reece. I got into Indiana U on a sports scholarship and decided to study to become a nutritionist. Unfortunately, books are not my strong suit and I found myself working out for at least four hours a day instead of studying for exams.<br />
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After a lengthy gym session I walked to the admissions office where I was greeted by the dean's assistant. She had me take a seat and wait until the dean was ready to see me. I watched as she privately scanned my body and bit her lip. Wearing my Indiana Hoosiers shirt, my muscles were rippling from my work out. I bet she was fantasizing about ridding my cock all night. The thought was enough to make my dick get hard in my maroon shorts.<br />
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I decided to give her a little show as I caressed and massage my muscles with some icy hot to sooth them. Pulling my shirt from side to side, my nipples and pecs were exposed momentarily. I could see her stealing private glances and it made me even harder.<br />
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bodychangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595515482841098562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1996821881732370365.post-54457767089424890122019-04-18T21:11:00.000-07:002019-04-19T04:21:53.002-07:00Skinny Dipping DisasterEddie was the daredevil of his college group. Obnoxious, outgoing and rowdy, you could hear him from a while away. One day at the beach, Eddie and his friends were joking around when one of his friends tried to pants him.<br />
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Eddie's friends all laughed at him as he played with the waistband of his swim shorts. "If you want to see it so bad all you had to do was ask." Eddie exclaimed stripping out of his swimsuit and running down to the water, his ass jiggling in the breeze for all to see.<br />
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He had to grow up sometime...bodychangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595515482841098562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1996821881732370365.post-13241539046356021862018-12-08T06:45:00.001-08:002019-04-21T09:52:40.332-07:00Hostile Takeover<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He came home one night and said he had a surprise for us. A serum that would make us have the best sex of our lives. I was down to try it and after I drank it I started to notice why. My skin started to tan for the first time in my life as I grew taller and taller. My muscles tore my shirt off and my athletic pants started to get tight around my ass and thighs. My chest and arms exploded with muscle. I grew a black beard and my hair shortened and turned black as well. He came up behind me and in his new deep baritone voice said, "who needs porn now?" I still wasn't sure that this is what I wanted. But Connor loved what the serum did to us. </div>
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<br />bodychangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595515482841098562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1996821881732370365.post-30704305632827515332016-12-10T10:39:00.000-08:002016-12-10T10:39:24.621-08:00Big Dick's Cock Emporium<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had been hired by a company called Big Dick's and I thought it was a guys name. Little did I know that it was a company for augmenting guy's cocks using other guys as the material. This bear paid for me to be his cock and to make it larger.<br />
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They brought both of us into a room and after I signed the contract, they injected me with a strange substance. It made me instantly get hard and my asshole became extremely loose. This guy pulled out his little cock and rubbed it until it got hard. He then proceeded to fuck me. I was shocked at how good it felt. I wasn't gay but I could see why gay guys liked this. But something felt...off. The more he fucked me the less he was pulling out. And then, I felt a pulling sensation on my skin.<br />
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It started to get weird. My legs went numb and I couldn't move them. My skin on them started getting wrinkly and grew curly hairs on them. I could feel something round moving in them. I started to cough up a salty, sweet gooey liquid which collected on my chin and started to run down my chest. My back started to arch to the side and my head started looking straight up. I felt a weird skin growing under my neck. It started to cover my face as it got harder to see. It's like some pink sheets were pulled over my face as my mouth felt like it had moved sideways.<br />
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The man had been rubbing me the whole time but suddenly it felt like he was just grasping me. Then, I realized. He was turning me into his cock. I heard the guy at the company telling him he needed to stop. I wasn't allowed to ejaculate. But he kept stroking me faster. I felt shivers all over my new cock body as I felt myself tense up and a gooey liquid shot out of my new piss slit.<br />
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After that, it got hard to think about anything but piss, cum and pre-cum. I actually like being a cock. The process doesn't erase you completely. I can still feel and think but no one can talk to me or hear me. My host got me a Prince Albert which hurt at first but now feels amazing. For some reason, I love being a cock. Join me!<br />
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<br />bodychangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595515482841098562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1996821881732370365.post-245634530052222722015-01-01T09:04:00.001-08:002015-01-01T09:11:49.359-08:00New Year, New Bod<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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See, three years ago, at a New Year's Carnival, a gypsy woman cursed me to experience a new life every year. She told me I would never die but that I would enjoy many different lives and styles and live in many different places. The first time it happened I was terrified. But shortly after the transformation was over, I knew everything about my new life and went on like nothing had happened. I always change wherever my last body was. But then I'm magically transported to where the new one should be. </div>
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This was me yesterday. Jeff Cartright. I was a father of three who worked at the top of a huge corporation. I was vacationing with them at out river house. The change usually starts around 10 pm. I wasn't very happy with this body. It was really out of shape, the kids tired me out after work, my wife spent way too much money. Everything was so stressful.</div>
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I knew it was 10 when I felt the starting tingles. I went into the house under the guise of taking a shit. I first noticed the tingles on my head. Hoping that I was growing hair back, I stared in the mirror. I watched as dark brown hair grew in. Oh, it felt so good. My belly started to disappear and was replaced with a still hairy but super hot set of abs. I was starting to get excited.</div>
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My arms toned up and my chest did too. The hair became straighter and less kinky. My face started to look younger. More square and less round. I felt it and it felt strong.</div>
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It was 11. I was halfway through my change. My legs toned up and my thighs became gorgeous. I turned and saw my flabby ass become something crafted by the Gods.</div>
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"Oh man, guys are gonna line up to fuck this?" I said out loud in a youthful baritone. I guess this guy is gay. Not a problem.</div>
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As the clock struck midnight, I was too busy jacking off in this body to realize that my cock was no longer buried in fat. Had a nice 9 incher, thick as a coke can. I looked up and realized I was dancing in a bar. Men were watching me jack off and throwing twenties and hundreds at me. I was now, Ben Locke, a dancer at one of the few bars in the US that lets their dancers show off everything and do anything. Damn, I was gonna get so laid tonight!</div>
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<br />bodychangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595515482841098562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1996821881732370365.post-28070294003147497242014-11-28T16:47:00.002-08:002019-04-18T17:56:54.920-07:00Cubby Oso<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">This was me. Before the curse. My name was Tom. I was hot, sexy, gingered...popular. I loved High School. So what if I picked on some people I shouldn't have. That doesn't mean I deserved to become someone completely different, does it? I guess I'll start at the beginning.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was walking from first period to second period and the group I called the "Chubby Mexis" walked by. God, they were all so fucking fat and gross. I made fun of them almost every time I walked by them. I pushed one down and my friend laughed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The leader looked me straight in the eyes and with a weird look in his eye said, "<span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tú que nos toma el pelo todos los días se convertirá en un oso como nosotros por el final de la escuela.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">What I say in the mirror horrified me. My red hair was gone and in its place was short, black hair. My face was round and my skin was all more tan. My shirt was torn on the sides and my gut was huge. I had man boobs sitting on top. My legs were thick and my hands were pudgy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Estoy muy gordo!" I shout out loud in Spanish. Why Spanish?! I start freaking out as it gets easier to think in Spanish.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Just then the Chubby Mexi's ringleader walks in. He smiled at me and grabbed my belly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">From that moment on I was no longer Tom. I was Josue. And the other Cubby Oso's became my boyfriends and my gang at school. I really miss football and being me. But damn, I love a hot verga. I mean no, I love pussy...my oso pussy. Ugh, I hate what they've made me.</span></div>
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My friend, Mark, and I had been planning to go on this huge communal camping trip. It happened once a year and was supposed to always be a really pleasurable experience. You were not allowed to be with any of your friends and there were no real "rules". You could be nude, have orgies, do drugs, whatever the fuck you wanted. Then, you come back on the last day and explain to your friends what exactly you did and share in your different experiences.</div>
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"Damn man, it really is anything goes," the man said. He sounded kind of familiar. I noticed something about the group this guy had come with. It was the group Mark had gone camping with. I noticed they all looked the same but a little different. Some were a little beefier, one looked like he wasn't supposed to have red hair (red hair but a dark skin tone), one had a thick beard but I don't think he did before. I looked back at the guy and noticed he sort of looked a teeny bit like Mark.</div>
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"They took things away from me by fucking me on this rock. One wanted to be a red-head so now I have his black hair. Some wanted me to be fit so they took just a little fat. I even got this cool tattoo. Unfortunately, one of them wanted a bigger cock, but now I have this sexy ass and bod to get fucked in. Well, how was your weekend?"</div>
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As I slipped it on, I felt a massive heat coming from my chest. It started to practically inflate into a shelf of pecs. It spread out to my arms as my biceps turned into two softballs. My arms got a darker coating of hair and inflated some. I could feel my abs tensing as they become some nice abs. My legs got super thick and I had some hot thighs. My hair turned black as I grew a nice and thick beard on my face. </div>
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My face rounded out some as it became that of a cute Russian mans. I walked into the bedroom and flexed for my boyfriend. He gave me a cocky smirk and said, "Can't wait to see what's under those briefs, Comrade."</div>
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The frat party had been crazy. There was this beer. I don't even remember what it was called. Urso-brew or something like that. It tasted awesome. The frat guys wouldn't drink it though. There was a whole keg of it. But me and some of the other nerds were allowed to drink as much as we wanted for free.<br />
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I thought that my friend looked bigger and had a beard at the end of the night but he couldn't grow one to save his life. He kept telling me that I was bald. Even though I never did anything with it, I did have a nice full head of hair. And my shirt kept riding up my torso for some reason. I always have worn a small.<br />
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My two friends had always told me that I would be so hot if I just worked out more. I was always single but I went on a ton of dates. I hated dating. It was so hard. Getting to know someone, starting to get physical after that. The physical part was my problem. I was a skinny twink and not really fit enough to thrust as a top or to keep my legs up as a bottom. My friends had been a couple for a while and always told me to just work out. My nice face would look good on some muscles.</div>
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I watched as they took the oil and started rubbing it all over me. They started on my legs and ass and I gasped as they swelled up to huge, giant, ripped modelesque tree trunks. They grew a light dusting of hair. I flexed them and rubbed them with my hands to make sure they were real. They continued up my body as my upper swelled to match. They giggled and smiled as they kept telling me how right they were.</div>
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My grandpa was the worst guy ever. He was fat and lazy. He was so fat because he always worked a desk job and never played any sports or worked out or anything. When I was little we never played together; he just ate, drank and watched TV. I was so fed up with him one day I told him that he really was just the worst person alive. <br />
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He said something I would never have expected, "I've been waiting forever for you to say something like that you punk!". Suddenly, I felt really weird. My tight stomach started to get really round and sag. I felt a scratching on my face and reached up to feel a thick, nasty full beard growin' in. I ran into the bathroom to see that it was a nasty whitish-blonde color. My arm tattoo tingled as it got a little smaller. My arms flabbed up and I could feel my fattening ass tear a hole in the back of my jeans.<br />
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"Hahahaha now who's the worst person alive bitch," he said jovially as he flexed his new buff arms. Looking at my changed body made my new little cock get hard. I couldn't help but stroke it as best as I could. My huge gut actually rubbed against it. I ended up jacking off just by pushing my gut over my cock. When I felt my new little cock cum all over the underside of my gut, my new Grandson walked in with a cocky smirk.<br />
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"Well, that seals the deal. You're me now fucker." Just like that I realized that I deserved it. But I really had an urge to just sit down with a beer and watch some Wheel of Fortune.<br />
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"You picked my package on Body-package. That means that I get to change you however I want. I thought I wanted a young jock, but I realized that I would rather have a guy my age. I am tired of dating. And you'll be perfect," Joe explains watching Tom, er more Mike's body finish changing.</div>
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Mike looks around confused. His thoughts are a haze as he looks down at his huge belly. It seems, familiar, but he was a 28 year old just a few days ago. But that's not right, he met his husband Joe when he was 28. Husband? Tom wasn't married. But, I'm not Tom...I'm Mike? An accountant. Desk job always meant I had a gut. Joe loves my gut. Especially while he's fucking me on my back...but this guy has never fucked me, has he?</div>
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Chase was the star Quarterback at his high school. He was the most popular frat dude in college. As a bro, he always had a million friends and got along with pretty much everyone he met. </div>
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On his 28th birthday, they went out to the nearby lake to celebrate, drink some beers, pass the old pigskin and just have fun. There was a Mexican family there next to them. All the family. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, children. One of the youngest brothers passed Chase the ball when he wasn't looking. It hit the Grandma (the oldest looking one) right in the head. She nearly fell over. The family members helped her up. She started screaming. They looked worried and started to bring her over towards the guys.</div>
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Chase went home to his small house that evening and started to feel really strange. He wondered what that woman had said to his friend. He remembered pieces of it and decided to investigate. But Spanish wasn't is first language so he only got a few translated before he felt exhausted. Chase decided to go to bed and work on it in the morning.</div>
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"Well that's weird. I never shave it all off," he says rubbing it. He notices that it felt kind of good. He pinched his nipple as it gets hard.</div>
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"So sensitive," he started to stroke his cock as he moaned. He blinked for a second and stopped.</div>
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"Women like to play with their nipples. And I am definitely not one of those," Chase said as he left the restroom not really caring.</div>
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"Fuck bro you wasted already?" one of his brothers asked and he realized he was. Chase felt like his stomach was moving closer to his throat as he runs to the bathroom. After throwing up, he looked in the mirror and noticed the sink was a lot closer to his face then he usually was. Looking closer in the mirror, he noticed his hair was much darker.</div>
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The next morning, Chase had quite the headache. And as usual, morning wood. He started rubbing his cock but noticed it felt...smaller? He put his hand in his pants and felt a smaller cock but something else as well, a FORESKIN! Chase quickly pulled his baggy underwear off and looked to see a small, brown uncut cock.</div>
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"That's not my cock!" he shouted. He noticed his voice was quite a bit higher and had a weird accent. He looked around and noticed he isn't in his frat house anymore. He was in a small room with Hispanic shirtless dudes on his walls.</div>
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That old woman...what did she say to me? Suddenly, Chase knew. It was an old Mexican curse. Looking back in the mirror he knew.</div>
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"She changed me into one of her grandchildren to teach me better. But I didn't throw that ball," Chase said. Suddenly, the door opens and there is another young Mexican boy.</div>
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"Hey sexy," he grabbed Chase and kissed him. Chase started to push away. I'm not gay, I'm not gay...mmmmm. New memories flooded Chase's mind. His name was Carlos. 17 years old and totally gay. Raised by his Abuela who let him be whoever he was meant to be. And someone who had more respect for his elders.</div>
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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...</div>
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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. </div>
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"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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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"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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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"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.</div>
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"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. </div>
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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"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.<br />
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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"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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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"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.</div>
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"No way!". I was freaking out. How long had it been going? I walked back into my room and saw myself in the mirror. </div>
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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Unfortunately, Tim didn't realize that as long as he stayed logged in to Body package.com, others could change his package...</div>
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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. </div>
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"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.</div>
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"You need to match," he whispered to me.</div>
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"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.</div>
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"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.</div>
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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.</div>
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"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.</div>
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"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. </div>
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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"Put it on," he said. "It’ll change your lives."</div>
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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!</div>
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