POWERLESS

Andres. Your request truly touched me. You're tired of being looked down on because of the way you look, made fun of because of your Hispanic accent. You're tired of being a young man with little to no respect. You're tired of feeling powerless. 

As you sleep right now, I'm hovering over you, looking down at the handsome man you are even though you don't believe it. I feel you're beautiful the way you are, but as I said, your request touched me, and I want to make sure you never feel this way again. 

BECOMING DOUMIT GHANEM

 

When you went to bed, you were a twenty-year-old Engineering student. Already quite athletic, you couldn't seem to put on any true muscle and fantasized about being completely ripped, but not in a jock kind of way . . . in a professional body builder kind of way. 

You went to bed, never imagining such a thing could happen, never realizing that perhaps Master Grey was listening, and when you awoke, you found your world VERY different. Your vanilla apartment was gone and your surroundings were more exotic. Argentina suddenly came to mind and you suddenly realized that you were, in fact, home. That's when you started to put the pieces together. 

A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE FOR JAMES

You wanted to be slightly heavy set. Salt and pepper. Settled into your early fifties body. Mature and masculine. Your wish is my command, but I decided to have a little fun with you . . . I decided that you should receive all these things, but in a very different way. You're not what you may have expected. I've transformed you into an English Gentleman. You're no longer James. You're Victor Chapman, and I think you're going to quite like what you find as you step in front of the mirror. 

BECOMING DEAN GEYER FOR NEW YEARS PART 2

Normally, when I transform others I simply move on and let them enjoy their new lives. But, this time, I became a part of the fantasy. I'd transformed myself into Darren Criss. Dean and I were together for New Years. Two handsome, young men in their prime who were madly in love. As we left the New Year's party I could barely take my eyes off him in his perfectly tailored tux. God, he was so fucking handsome and when he touched me it lit everything inside on fire. 

We drove home and he was all over me as soon as the front door closed. He slid his hands into my coat, moved it down my back. Lower, his fingers teased the edge of my pants. I felt his hand slide into them, move over my ass as he pulled me closer, his eyes never leaving mine. Those flawless eyes. I'd never felt this way before. Maybe I'd gone too far this time. Maybe toying with reality and transforming people was a mistake. He licked his lips, and could barely breathe as his other hand drifted gently behind my neck. He pulled me in and our lips touched, his tongue sliding in to touch mine as they danced momentarily. I could feel his breath against my face as he kissed me harder and I kissed him back.

PERSONAL COACH

You've always dreamed of being a different kind of man. That's why you didn't recognize your surroundings when you awoke this morning. You didn't recognize the muscular body, what it felt like to have huge biceps and and ripped abs. Glancing down, you noticed the perfectly manicured beard and realized you weren't Bradly anymore. You were Parker, your online coach. You'd always wondered what it would feel like to have that life. A wife who adored you. A respected gym owner who looked more like a god than a man. 

Hearing the shower running in the bathroom you started to ease out of bed, your cock growing hard at the though of your wife moving her hands over her wet body. As you moved toward the steamy room, you dropped your underwear to reveal a cock Bradly could only imagine. Like I said, more god than man. As you entered, you saw your wife standing there naked, her perfect curves making you even harder if that was possible. She heard you and turned with a smile. She then glanced down at your massive boner.

BECOMING DEAN GEYER FOR NEW YEARS

When you asked to swap bodies with Dean Geyer, I did as you requested. You suddenly found yourself at a posh LA New Year's party in a fitted crimson tux waiting for the clock to strike twelve. Of course, on New Years, you always want somebody to kiss at the end of the night and, being the kind and giving Master I am . . . I decided to help you out . . .

I swapped myself with Darren Chris. I have to say I look great in my own tux and we look incredibly handsome together. Oh yeah, I also played around with reality a bit. I guess the rumors are true. Dean Geyer . . . or more clearly you . . . are gay, and I'm your New Years date, but I can almost guarantee we're going to have fun a little later. Especially the way you're looking at me, the way you touch me. 

The clock's counting down and we're close. Finally it strikes twelve. You pull me into a passionate kiss and I have to say, Dean, it's one of the best I've ever experienced. Your lips are incredibly soft and the way you hold me. Perfection. I can't wait to ring in the new year with you and see where this leads. What do you say? Want to head to my place?

JAMES 2017 BODY SWAP

When he'd requested a swap with a mature, salt and pepper, heavier guy I thought I'd give James a bit more than he'd requested, especially when he told me that he loved the sensation of that first look in a mirror at his new body.

I can only imagine the look on his face when he found Tony staring back at him in the mirror. His short, thick bear body, bald and hairy and incredibly different than James' younger 6'1" frame. The way the leather felt against his tan skin turned him on as he pulled out his camera and took a pic. He couldn't help himself, his thick cock getting hard as the leather pressed against him. 

He's going to be even more surprised when he looks in that g-string and finds his piercing. Enjoy the new year, Tony.

JO'S 2017 TRANSFORMATION

Just one year. That's all he wanted. A complete change of life and scenery. Somebody entirely different . . . for one year.

That's what he'd asked for and that's exactly what he got. Jo or JOEY, was now a complete joke, a small town high school dropout who weighed a good 350 lbs. He was only twenty-one, delivered pizzas at night, ate pizzas for dinner and enjoyed cock for dessert. He loved it and found out that he was not only a fat loser, but also an incredibly horny bottom slut. Joey couldn't get enough and was on his knees for pretty much anybody who asked. He was as pathetic as he was short and wide, but his large belly and small dick turned him on. He loved it when the older men teased his soft pink nipples and made him obey.

Joey wanted a completely different life for inspiration, but all he could think about was food and cock. God he loved being this pathetic and was somehow disappointed that it would only be for a year. 

JOE'S 2017 TRANSFORMATION

 

The changes weren't always painful, but when they were so severe and the body shifted so drastically, the pain had to be expected.

Joe convulsed on the floor, in the middle of his transformation on New Year's morning. He heard his bones cracking, his skin pulling tight as he grew to a tall 6 ft 6. His feet expanded, stretching to a large 14.5 and he screamed, muscles twisting and swelling. His voice grew deeper as a thick, well-trimmed beard filled in on his square jaw. Looking down at his hands, he saw his fingers expanding, thickening like every part of him . . . EVERY part of him, his now massive cock throbbing against his leg as his body convulsed one last time. It was finally over. The NEW Joe sat up, looking down at his hulking body. He was built like a lumberjack. Solid muscle under a layer of fat and strong, meaty arms that had seen more labor in a year than most do in a lifetime.  

He cleared his throat, his voice now MUCH deeper and raspy as he reached up and stroked his thick beard. He stood, everything around him feeling strange yet familiar. He found one of his jockstraps lying on the floor nearby. He slid it on, remembering it was the only thing that kept his large cock in place. Pulling on a tight white tee, he got a whiff of his masculine scent, remembering how much women loved the way he smelled and how it drove men crazy. The thought of both made him hard and he started to formulate a plan on getting a threeway together for New Years Day. Nothing like pounding a hot chick while getting rimmed by a pup. He couldn't help but smile as he pulled on a pair of well worn jeans, thick socks and a pair of old work boots. 

Adjusting himself one more time, he glanced in the mirror as he popped a cigar in his mouth. He was a huge, gorgeous man. Every woman's fantasy and every twink's wet dream. Yeah, this would work, he thought. Now to hit the town to find the perfect duo to start 2017 out right.