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MIKE

My Uncle Stephen had always been the most progressive and successful person in our family. He was the black sheep to some degree because he’d never really fit in with our Southern values, but I loved him. Unlike me, he lived in New York and was an attorney. He’d lost the southern accent and any signs that he was from the south and even though I loved my life as a young southern stud, there was a part of me that wondered what it would be like to have escaped, to have done something different with my life like he had.

I wish.

STEPHEN

I loved my life. I lived in the big city. I’d accomplished everything I’d wanted, but with age came regrets. I’d never sewn my wild oats when I was a kid and, honestly, I was a virgin until I was well into my thirties because I denied my sexuality and who I truly was. Even now, I wondered what it would be like to be young and confident again, to really spend my youth having fun and just living without thought or caution. If I had it all to do over again, I would have done things differently. I wouldn’t have been afraid of who I was, but there’s no such thing as second chances, right? But wouldn’t it be amazing if you could start over? Go back to where it all began and get a second chance to really do things differently?

I wish.

MIKE

When I woke this morning, I immediately knew something was different even before I opened my eyes. The sheets were softer against my body. The sounds in the room weren’t from the country. Instead, I heard cars moving along busy streets, and when I moved my hand across my chest I felt hair and … my pecs were soft and full. They were … fat?

My eyes darted open, and I looked down at my body. But my fit young frame was gone. Instead I found rolls of fat covered muscle and pale skin, my pecs now more like man tits with soft pink nipples and a slight covering of hair. My six pack was gone and had been replaced with a large, round belly. What the hell was happening? I then looked down to see that I was wearing a pair of Brooks Brothers boxers instead of my normal jock and, oddly, the entire experience was making me hard. Thank god I still had a dick … and a nice looking one from what I could see poking hard out of the front of my boxers.

Leaping out of bed, I took in my surroundings. A large apartment. Modern and nice, almost too nice for a man. It was perfectly decorated. Walking past the closet, I saw dapper, tailored suits and clothes, all in much larger sizes than I wore and that’s when it hit me as I reached up and felt my face. Could this be happening? Had I become my uncle Stephen? Was this happening?

STEPHEN

I’d never slept that good in my life. I felt so refreshed as I started to wake up, and I wasn’t as hot as I normally was when I woke up. I was actually a bit chilly … on my … ass? What the hell? I lifted my head and opened my eyes, clearing my throat as I felt my dick pressed against the bed. It had been a while since I’d had morning wood so that alone was enough to lead me to the conclusion that something was amiss, but then I took in my surroundings. I wasn’t in my apartment. My beautiful apartment. I was in, I don’t know, what looked like a trailer? What the fuck had happened? Did I drink too many Manhattans and end up in a stranger’s Uber again? God, this was the worst. That’s when I saw my hands, but they weren’t mine. They were younger and larger and  … not as meaty as they were supposed to be. I reached up and felt my face. My thick beard was gone. There was a small patch of hair on my chin, but it wasn’t a full beard and my chin. It was hard and stronger. There wasn’t any fat or double anything. It was just tight.

Glancing down, I saw my body and I could barely breath. My gut was gone. My man tits were gone. I had pecs and abs and, holy shit, I was taller and smooth all over. I flexed one of my arms and my bicep rose like a tiny mountain. I couldn’t help but touch it, the whole sensation of being in a different, younger body almost overwhelming me. I then realized why my ass was cold, noticing that my perfect bubble butt ass was bulging out of a jockstrap and as I flipped over I saw my hard cock pressing on the front of the jock. My muscular legs jutted out in front of me as I shook my head in disbelief.  

“What the hell is going on?” My voice was deep, and I now had a rich southern accent that sounded somewhat familiar, but I couldn’t place it. The first thing I needed to figure out was who and where the hell I was.

MIKE

I grabbed one of the shirts and a tie, almost on autopilot. For some reason I wanted to feel the fabric of one of those shirts against my skin. I wanted to see what it felt like to wear one of those suits in this body. I slid on a nice, crisp shirt and moved my hands over my man tits and down my large stomach. Why did this feel so good and why the hell was it turning me on so much? Slowly, I buttoned up the shirt, pulling out an expensive silk tie and wrapped it around my neck. Holy shit this felt good. I tied the tie, my body knowing exactly what to do even though I’d never tied one in my life.

I looked down at my boxers again, my thick, pink dick poking out from inside. Damn, that was such a beautiful dick. WHAT was happening to me? I pulled one of the vests from the closet and slowly put it on, complete with pocket watch. Every moment turned me on more, the expensive fabrics. The feel of it all against my skin as I pulled on a pair of pant that matched perfectly. It was as if I knew exactly what to pick, as if I suddenly had my uncles exact sense of style.

I moved around the corner and into the bathroom and that’s when I saw my reflection staring back at me. My uncle’s shaved head and blue eyes. His thick beard. This was happening, and I was even more turned on, suddenly realizing that I didn’t just LOOK like my uncle … I’d become him and suddenly had the urge to pound some twink’s ass with my gorgeous Irish dick.

I ran my hands over my beard, gave myself a quick smile. I felt so huge and strong. I had the urge to try on more of his suits and pulled one after another from the closet, settling on a grey pinstripe with bright purple tie. I glanced at myself in the mirror again, my uncle’s older reflection stared back at me. So fucking handsome and rich. Those blue eyes and that confident smirk.

“Damn, I look good.” It was strange hearing his voice when I spoke, his memories starting to drift into my mind as I stood there. I had an office. I was now a rich attorney and my intern. Oh yeah, Thomas. He loved to see me in my expensive suits. He’d do anything I asked. The thought alone suddenly excited me as I unzipped my pants and rubbed my new dick once more before heading into work. This was going to be interesting.

STEPHEN

I stumbled out of bed and made my way across the room. It was strange being in this body. I was taller and a lot stronger. I even moved differently, almost as if this body had muscle memory. I felt incredibly cocky, my shoulders naturally thrown back as my muscular pecs bobbed as I moved. It was hard not to touch myself, running my fingers over my nipples, my entire body shuddering as I twisted them in my fingers. Damn, they were like lightning rods as I felt my cock start to get hard. Trying to focus, I moved toward the bathroom, hoping there was a mirror. As I turned the corner, I couldn’t believe who stared back at me.

“Mikey?” I asked, staring at the reflection of my nephew. He was in his early twenties, pure muscle and all redneck. “Fuck me,” I said, his deep southern voice trailing out as I grinned. I couldn’t help it. Then, I moved my head back and forth, took in my thick, young body as I let the muscle memory take over again as I saw that cocky attitude flare up. I ran my hand over the patch of hair below my chin and released a confident smile. I was going to get so much pussy in this body. What? What did I just say?

“Mother fucker. I’m straight.”

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Gavin Danvers was a cocky new guy at the office. I’d hired him about a month ago to be one of new lead salesmen. He was young, everybody loved him and it didn’t hurt that he was incredibly sexy. Unfortunately for me, he was straight as an arrow and, even if he wasn’t, there’s no way he’d give me a second look. I was pushing fifty and well past my prime. But, I didn’t hire Gavin to play with. I hired Gavin to become.

As soon as he entered my office with his perfect, All-American looks and cute smile, I knew he was the one. I’d had the spell for about half a year and was planning on using it when the time was right. I also wanted to make sure I found a new body and life that I’d enjoy living. This was a one-way trip so it had to be the right body and person. Of course, I’d be lying if I said the very thought of becoming Gavin didn’t drive me crazy.

I went a few months getting to know him, going out for drinks and watching him. The way he spoke to people. The way he used those good looks to take charge and get what he wanted. After a while, I started to have second thoughts. Gavin wasn’t a bad guy, but it wasn’t about punishing somebody. This was about me and what I wanted. Gavin didn’t have a choice in the matter and, as we hung out at the bar, I dropped the powder that would enact the spell. I then watched Gavin drink it down and wondered what it would feel like to be in that body when I woke up the next morning. I was going to be Gavin Danvers, and he was going to become me.

I decided to get wasted on this last night in my body. I wasn’t sure why, but it felt like the right thing to do, to pass out in a blissful haze before waking up to the new me. Like the great guy Gavin was, he helped me home and went on his way. I stripped down naked, reaching for my cock one last time. May as well take it for one last spin, right?

I wasn’t sure when the swap happened, and I’d expected to WAKE UP in my new body, but I must have swapped later than I’d expected because I suddenly found myself standing on the side of the road, near the office. It was like a daydream. One moment I was falling asleep in my bed, clutching my meaty old cock and then I was suddenly snapped awake and was standing there the next morning … and I realized immediately, that it had worked!

Glancing down at my body, I found a young, slim frame wearing a blue blazer with a light blue shirt. I looked at my hands, Gavin’s hands. I’d eyed them for months now and almost knew them better than my own … but now they WERE mine. I turned, catching my reflection in the window of a nearby storefront and that’s when I was truly amazed. I smiled that flawless, gorgeous smile, ran my hands through Gavin’s thick blonde hair. I was wearing a bow tie and one of Gavin’s signature lapel pins. DAMN he had style and DAMN I looked good.

I reached up, adjusted my tie as a beautiful woman walked by, giving me a look I wasn’t at all used to, and I felt my cock wake up. That was interesting. I’d never felt anything for women before. Looks like I wasn’t gay anymore which meant … Gavin WOULD BE in my old body. I wondered if he’d woken up yet and, if so, how he was going to react when he realized he’d swapped bodies with me and was now an older, fatter gay man.

I turned, eyeing the ass of the passing woman and felt my cock get harder. I reached down, rubbed it. Damn, I couldn’t wait to see what it looked like and, even more, what it was going to feel like to use it to fuck a woman.

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My parents had finally reached the end of their rope. I’d been booted out of college by that ASSHOLE Dean Kutcher and my mom and dad refused to let me move back home before I got a job. All they saw was a long-haired stoner with nothing to look forward to, but I blamed the Dean. He’d been gunning for me since I’d shown up in his office Freshman year. He was an old school man who “didn’t get washouts like me.” So, after I’d been caught with weed in my dorm, he booted me from school, and I was now royally fucked … and the first thing that had to go was my hair. Wasn’t going to get a “respectable job” looking like this. Guess Dean Kutcher was right … I was going to be forced to grow up.

Even now, standing in front of some old, junked out barber shop I was having second thoughts. Maybe I should just tell them all to go fuck themselves. Then, the door to the shop opened and an older man stood there. He had a curled mustache, a bow tie and a striped apron. He looked like a classic barber pulled from the 1940’s as he lit a pipe and nodded in my direction.

“Hey there, son,” he said. “Thinking about a change, huh?”

“Yeah, guess so. May as well get it over and see how much more my life can get fucked.” He didn’t look shocked as I stormed into the shop and he followed.

He offered me a chair, and I sat down as he tied a huge barber’s bib on me. He then pulled my hair back and started to comb it.

“Got a lot of hair here,” he said. “What you looking for.”

“Something that Dean Kutcher would love. Yeah, do that. My parents would finally pull out of my ass and leave me alone.”

The old barber raised an eyebrow and started cutting. I watched as my hair fell to the ground around me, and I just took a deep breath before I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see this.

“Just let me know when we’re done, pops,” I said.

“Yes Sir,” he said, continuing to cut my hair.

I felt his hands move over my scalp,  a bit light-headed as I began to drift off a bit. I was relaxed, more than I had been in a long time, and it felt great. It wasn’t long until I drifted off completely. Then the Barber woke me, tapping me on the shoulder. I opened my eyes and squinted. Clearing my throat as the barber stood there giving me the once over. He looked pleased, which horrified me. If he liked the cut then I knew Dean Kutcher and my parents would LOVE it.

“I took quite a bit off and made a few changes, but I think it’s exactly what you asked for,” he said, spinning the chair around as I saw myself for the first time. But, staring back at me in the mirror was DEAN KUTCHER.

The Barber pulled the large bib off, revealing a three-piece suit and … I looked back behind myself to see if this was some kind of trick, but the reflection mimicked my every move. I reached up and felt my upper lip, a perfect copy of Dean Kutcher’s mustache there.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” I gasped as I heard Dean Kutcher’s voice come out of my mouth. It was deep and southern, like Dr. Phil’s more masculine brother. I then ran my hands over my bald head. All my hair was gone, just a small white horse shoe patch left.

“I gave you exactly what you asked for,” the Barber said with a smile. “Something Dean Kutcher would love.” He brushed off my dark blue suit and I suddenly shifted, appreciating the fact that he was brushing off my favorite suit to make sure I was cleaned up before I left. I had to get back to school and … WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING??? I tried to fight the thoughts, but they kept coming as I straightened my tie. I looked good, a proper Dean with a proper gentleman’s haircut. Bob had been cutting my hair and trimming my mustache for ten years now and always did an excellent job.

“Handsome as always,” I said, smoothing out the ends of my mustache. Pulling my pipe from my coat pocket, I leaned back in the chair. “You wouldn’t have time for a little smoke with an old friend, would you Bob?”

Bob smiled, pulled a pack of tobacco from his pocket. “Always have time for a good smoke, Dean.”

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His name was Clark. I’d been watching him for quite some time and it’s easy to see why. He worked hard on his body and had an undeniable charisma that attracted me from the day I saw him at the gym. Of course, he couldn’t see me, but I watched him for a week or so, followed him through his days at the company. He was a player. With the ladies. With the men at work. He did whatever he had to do to climb that corporate ladder and had more drive to be wealthy and successful than anybody else. So, I decided to have a little fun … why not?

That’s what Masters do.

He was getting dressed one morning and I decided to show myself for the first time. He was standing there getting ready for work, pulling one of his suspenders over his shoulder and buttoning it to his perfectly tailored pants. He was always very particular in what he wore to work and was true clothes whore, but you had to give him props. He had style. He glanced up and saw me. At first, he was shocked and started to get aggressive, but I simply waved my hand and he was instantly at ease. It also let him know who I was and why I was there.

“Your greatest desire,” I said. “That’s what I’m offering. A change. To make you a better man and give you everything you want. All you have to do is tell me what that is.”

I was calm, my voice smooth and deep … even trusting. Of course I’d give him what he asked for, but with every wish came consequences. You had to give something up in order to get something. They weren’t my rules. The universe had a way of balancing things out … I just enjoyed giving it a hand, and it was a lot of fun.

“Anything?” Clark looked up at me, ran his hand over his shaved head and smiled as I nodded.

“All you have to do is ask.”

“I want to be the boss. I want to be powerful and respected and …” he hesitated for a moment, thinking about what he was going to say next. “I want to be worshipped, but I don’t want this to be some kind of trick wish. I still want to be a handsome and I’ve got to have a sick wardrobe.”

“I can guarantee all of those things,” I said, stepping closer. “But to be the boss, you’ll have to make sacrifices. To be the boss, you have to truly give everything to your career and you’ll have to be a bit older. But, I can promise you the rest and … you’ll be pleased.” I walked around him, moved my hands over his huge muscles and studied him, imagining what kind of fun I’d have with him, what I’d change and how I could have a little fun myself.

“Then do it,” he said. “Change me.”

I moved my hand over his face and gently whispered in his ear. “Sleep,” and he was out. Now, it was time to get to work.

When he opened his eyes, Clark found himself in one of the larger offices on the top floor. He glanced around the room to discover a sprawling, modern setup. It was sleek and perfect. Stone and wood and glass. A huge, custom desk sat in front of him and a spark of a memory moved through his mind as he remembered having it flown in from Milan. It was custom, but he loved the finer things in life. He always had and, as he smiled, he suddenly realized that he could afford them. He was rich. He was the boss and had built this company from the ground up.

He stood, realizing he was much larger than before. Taller and thicker and … it felt good. He glanced out his window to see the London cityscape sprawling out before him. It was a million dollar view and he once again couldn’t help but smile. That man, in his bedroom this morning … he’d done exactly as he’d promised.

Clark stepped up to the bar with a mirrored back wall and saw his reflection for the first time. It was shocking at first because he barely recognized himself … because he looked completely different. It was still him, but about twenty years older and A LOT bigger. He was a huge man. Broad shoulders and a thick frame. He also wore glasses and had a perfectly trimmed beard. He looked as though he’d never spent a single day in a gym, but when would he have had time? He’d been building a successful company. That was his passion and he thought he was a damn sexy man with great style. He moved his hands over his large belly, over his expensive shirt and down the front of his striped braces. He’d always loved braces. They made him feel sexy and powerful.

The door to his office opened behind him and he saw the reflection of a young man step in. He was smaller, wearing a suit with a bow tie. The young man’s name flashed through his mind. Adam Grey; his assistant. He then smiled, remembered how Adam worshipped him and then suddenly started feeling a little horny at the thought.

“Mr. Clark. I have those documents for you to sign, Sir,” Adam said.

“Close the door behind you, Adam,” Mr. Clark said with his smooth, deep voice. “I might need you to take care of something for me. He moved his hand down to his expensive trousers and all Adam could do was smile back at him as he closed the door and placed the papers on a nearby table.

“Of course, Mr. Clark. I know you’re under a lot of pressure. Anything I can do to help.”

It was only moments before Adam was in Mr. Clarks arms and Clark loved the way the smaller man felt. He loved it when Adam moved his hands over his body, beneath his braces and over his large nipples beneath expensive silk. He loved the way this larger body felt, when Adam moved his hands into his pants and pulled Mr. Clark’s large cock from inside. He WAS worshipped and when he looked down into Adam’s blue eyes, he almost recognized him.

“Let me take care of this for you,” Adam said, licking his lips as he knelt down in front of that massive hard cock. “Boss.” Adam then smirked up at Mr. Clark before giving him the best blow job of his NEW life.