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6 months. That’s how long Tom had been using Tinder but still not a single date. At 22 the young man had decided it was time to lose his virginity but he worried he may have waited too long. There had simply been no time for dating while doing AP classes in high school and finishing his masters degree. But now already his features were getting a little soft from lack of actvity, his belly protruded just a bit. His skin was pale as a ghost from all the days in studying. He was a little hairier than girls wanted in the tumblr era. After months of being ghosted, rejected and hurt Tom decided it was time to get serious. He decided to invest in Tinder Gold. After a brief hesitation holding his credit card, he typed in his number, and clicked accept. And that was it.

Knock, knock!

A heavy hand pounded on Tommy’s door the moment he had clicked accept causing him to jump.

Knock, knock!

Tommy crept towards the door and slowly opened it revealing a masculine shirtless man in bright gold shorts with big pecs, big hair and a bigger grin.

“My man! Heard you ordered Tinder Gold! Here I am, Tinder Gold, ready to get you laid!” Tom could only stutter and stare at the gorgeous, flamboyant man as he let himself in. Tom thought Tinder Gold was just a promotion scam not… this. Was this guy here to help him manage his profile or like a date coach? The man ran his hands through his thick gold hair before fervantly shaking Tom’s hand.

“First things first, no girl wants a post-college man she wants a freshly minted fuckboy…” Did he just say fuckboy? No way, Tom was not going to be like one those just to get laid. Before he could object however his thoughts were interrupted by Gold spinning his hands counter-clockwise. Tom felt dizzy and distorted as waves of energy flew from Gold’s hands into him. He felt his skin vibrating. His body began to slide back in time. The pudge around his face and belly receeded a bit, leaving a little around his stomach from laziness but not as much. Some of the hair on the center of his chest receeded shrinking back to a point between his soft pecs. The hair on his arms and legs also became less dense but still pretty well spread for his age. His face lost the chronic stress and fatigue from college, bags vanishing from under his eyes and the gaunt facade lifting like a mask to reveal a youthful 18 year old face underneath.

“What the fuck? What the fuck?! I look like a teenager again this isn’t what I wanted!” Tom freaked out seeing his younger self reflected in his phone screen.

“Chill man this is just the first step towards getting you laid, we gotta get you yeeted up first!” Without waiting for a response Gold started massaging Tom’s arms, infusing them with the same energy as before. Tom could only lay back and relax as the energy overtook him. Gold moved his hands carefully across the entire surface of Tom’s skin, everywhere his hands went the hair dissappeared. After finishing with his arms, he moved to his chest removing the patch in the center and then most of the hair on his stomach followed by his legs. When he was done the only hair left was around his dick, his ankles and under his arms. Gold focused harder now causing his hands to seem to vibrate and made a second pass. This time as his hands swept across Tom’s body they instilled a golden tan with just a touch of Italian olive as he rewrote his genetics to make him a perfect Italian-American fuckboy. His hands swept through the messy blonde hair converting it to brown, across his face, tanning it and making the nose a little smaller, the eyes a little darker and the lips just a bit bigger. He poked Tom’s nipples causing them to darken and grow slightly and some frecklws appeared on his tan chest. As his hands swept down Tom’s pubes darkened a little as did the hair around his legs until finally he was a perfect Italian shade from face to feet.

“One more thing to make you family!” Gold steppes back and framed his hands sideways as if to take an invisible picture. Then he quickly slammed his hands together. To Tommy it felt like a hammer had fallen down on him; all of a sudden he was being compressed – his height dropped down from a respecful 5"11 to a modest 5"7. His arms and legs sucked in, getting shorter while his hands and feet dwindled down. His size 10 feet shrank becoming a cute size 8 and his hands became smaller with stubbier fingers. The drop in height and loss of hair combined to make him look even younger than he was now, almost boyish. How was this supposed to get him anything? Gold smiled, sensing his disbelief.

“Patience fam, the best is on the way!” Gold took one hand and placed it on Tom’s temple and with the other grabbed his rather small dick.

“Wait what are you… ohhh…” Tom moaned as his muscles slacked and resistance faded. He could feel a strange suction, as if his brain was being drawn through Gold and into his dick. The sensation scared him but at the same time was too pleasurable to fight. The sides of Tom’s head shaved themselves down while the hair on top grew longer and featherlike, a classic fuckboy haircut just like Gold’s. Tom’s pecs remained small but the slight fat converted to toned muscle. His arms swelled with strength and his pudgy stomach shrank into a hard 6 pack. At the same time his small dick began to grow gaining inches as his brain shrank. His facial features became more pointed, his eyes darkening further with a great hunger visible in them and his mouth curling into a pouty smile with his lips puffed out in a psuedo-duck face. The old Tom would’ve been embaressed and ashamed but Tommy was swimming in pleasure and horniness. His big career dreams and college education, along with most of his school education vanished into his long schlong of Italian meat and were replaced by fantasies of sleeping with every pretty girl in town. Silver rings formed around two of his fingers and a single stud pierced his left ear. Bracelets appeared around his wrists. One with a cross and one that said God is great. Gotta be a saint in the streets to be a sinner in the sheets. As his dick continued to grow, nearing 10 inches hard his tight underwear changed into a loose pair of golden shorts just like Gold’s.

“Ahhhh fuck boooooooi!” Tommy Gold screamed in his soft yet compelling voice as he came all over his walls. Posters from video games vanished replaced of girls, cars and rappers. J. Cole, Lil Peep, Big Sean. Yeah. His new idols. His computer shrank and changed into a worn out basketball and books evaporated, replaced with sports and playboy magazines. “It’s lit fam!”

“Bet. Thanks for buying Tinder Gold bro, get out there and get some ass. But remember you work for us now.” A new app feature appeared on his Tinder showing a map of all Tinder Gold users. “If anyone in your area buys Tinder Gold its your job to make sure they get laid.” Tommy grinned at his new ‘brother’ eager to get his new Italian sausage wet and make some more losers into hot fuckboys like him, the family was gonna grow…

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It was rough growing up country, interested in country culture, but being in a family that didn’t share those views. Your family was just the average American one, living in a suburb rather than a wide open rural community. Your father a local banker and your mother a teacher. Both were very forward thinking, somewhat liberal, college educated folks and they by no means wanted to be seen as redneck just because of their geographical location. You on the other hand did what you could like wearing camo and dressing like a cowboy but you still felt you missed out on a lot, like fishing, hunting, using a gun, mudding, and using a makeshift pool in the back of a pickup truck. For gods sake your local school district even closed for the first week of hunting season because so many kids wouldn’t have been there if it was open.

You were fed up with trying to convince them and looked up some more unconventional means. You eventually stumbled across a cheaply made website that looked like it belonged in the late 90s internet, it claimed to be run by a cult that worshiped an ancient god who had the power to change reality and that in order to continue to use his powers they had to use it on a certain number of other people per year. The website collected random people’s requests for them to use and you only hesitated a little due to your Christian upbringing but decided that it’s ok since nothing said you had to join the cult so you filled in your request and hit send.

The next day while you were outside fixing your car, it happened. You felt a wave of dizziness come over you as you got a sudden headache. You started forgetting your book learning very rapidly, your brain was on fire, destroying old connections and forming new ones while it physically shrunk in size and your intelligence dropped. You gained knowledge of how to handle different types of guns, how to set traps, how to track deer and bears, various hunting techniques. You also suddenly remember how to fish, and the different equipment involved.

The burning shifted and started to effect your memories. Instead of growing up in the suburbs with educated parents you suddenly remembered growing up on a farm, miles away from your nearest neighbor. It took half an hour to get into town to go to school each day or shop. Your pa ran the animal part of the farm while your ma handled the crops.

The burning sensation moved from your head down to your chest as it pumped up with muscle. Your pecs squaring out while your stomach carved itself into a nice 6 pack. Your arms began to burn as your shoulders broadened and your bicepts began to grow. Your hands got bigger and stronger as clauses formed on the skin. Your upper body gaining the lean muscle that comes from daily labor on the farm, doing the heavy lifting menial tasks that your parents didn’t want to do. You haven’t spent a day of your life in the gym, this all comes from your lifestyle. Your legs started to firm up with muscle and hair as the knees snapped and stretched causing your to grow taller as your spine also elongated until you were about 6’3. Your feet grew put and stretched to size 14 causing a pressure to build up in your shoes until they ripped to shreds. Once your feet were done growing the tattered remains of your shoes reformed around your feet as nice big clunky country boy boots. Your camp pants adjusted to fit your new height. And finally your skin deepened to a nice southern tan from being outside all the time.

Your surroundings had changed too, you were on the farm now and as you looked around, the burning sensation fading away, you saw a large man in boots and a pair of overalls, mixed muscle and fat, walking over to you and you instantly recognized your pa.
“Well boy you ready to go huntin’?” He asked in a thick country accent.
“Hell yeah I am Pa!” You shouted suddenly having a thick accent too. You got in his truck noticing some guns he had in the back as you drove out to the woods to go hunting with your pa. Your memories altered so you don’t even know, but your finally living the life you’ve always wanted

Mitch watched from the window of his old room as his little brother Carter and his friends argued over their game of street football. Unlike his athletic little brother, Mitch was quiet and nerdy. He was almost done with his biology degree and was home for the summer but was constantly annoyed at Carter and his friends making noise, running around half naked and reeking of sports. Tonight it seemed one of Carter’s friends didn’t show up leaving them with an odd number and unable to play football. Mitch stomped down to see what all the yelling was about. Carter sarcastically apologized and promised if Mitch would fill in for their game they would never bother him again. This was tempting but Mitch didn’t even own any athletic wear so Carter talked him into putting on his extra pair of mesh shorts. Grumbling, Mitch agreed, stretching the shorts over his small gut and joining his brothers team.

“You have to take your shirt off Mitch, were skins!” One of them shouted. Mitch groaned, shy about his body but slowly removed his shirt and they started playing. As he caught and passed the ball he didn’t notice a gradual tan spread across his bare body. A slight red tinted his exposed arms and shoulders from long days in the sun. He even started enjoying the game and becoming better.

“Good job bro” Carter shouted as he high fived Mitch. Mitch’s spindly hands shrank down, the long fingers got stubby and calloused. Mitch didn’t even realize he was getting shorter and more muscular. His belly shrank in forming a hard flat stomach and a fresh treasure trail formed leading down to his shorts while his pecs became slightly larger and firmer. His long greasy hair retracted into short, sweaty spikes that framed his round boyish face that was looking more and more like Carter’s. As Mitch got younger he also got dumber sweating out all that useless college knowledge and intellectual stuff becoming a jock boy like his twin brother…

“Fuck bro I feel great let’s wipe them” the new Mitch shouted unaware of how reality changed around him, not that he’d care if he ever found out.

Sam opened the mass Snapchat from Gary. “Shirtless indoors?” Was the caption displayed over Gary’s dumb, grinning face. Despite their friendship Sam and Gary couldn’t be more different, Sam was a nerdy senior about to graduate in biochemistry and Gary was a carefree freshman without a major. Sam was often annoyed at Gary who was big hearted but kind of dumb and still acted like a high school jock boy, always shirtless and working his muscles on his pull up bar or his dick on a new girl.

For some reason the message got into Sam’s head and he found himself asking, “shirtless indoors?” Sam suddenly grabbed a pull up bar from under his bed, the same one Gary had given him once as a gift that he had never used and stuck it in his doorway, lifting himself up. His skinny arms ached from the unusual exercise but with each lift they seemed to swell, veins flaring out as the pasty, oily skin became clear, young and tan.

Shirtless indoors?

Sam thought again, as it echoed in his head, feeling a new temptation to take his shirt off for no reason. The thought got louder until Sam couldn’t help but slide his shirt up and off his slim body, as it passed over his frail chest two firm jock boy pecs burst forward and hard abs formed under them. His previously shaved stomach sprouted a fine treasure trail leading down into his shorts. Sam became absorbed in his reflection, watching his pecs bounce the way Gary’s did and seeing his shoulders broaden. He didn’t seem to notice or care as he got younger and shorter, it only made his muscles stand out more. He carelessly kicked off his old nerdy shoes which no longer fit his slightly bigger feet. He turned and watched his legs expand with strong, stout calves and thighs, and his rear formed a perfect muscular bubble butt. Sam felt a dopey grin take over his face while his intellect dulled and he groomed his new curly locks, the grease dissolving into ample hair gel, forcing his hair up. He pulled on a new hat letting it sit on his hair and sent out a new snap “Shirtless indoors?” Unintentionally spreading the infectious message.

JERK

eventide-oh-god-of-desire:

YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND ME! I AM SO TIRED OF THIS SHIT! WHITE PRIVILEGE IS NOT A THING, I WORKED HARD TO GET WHERE I AM. YOU ACT LIKE, BECAUSE YOU’RE GAY, YOU HAVE IT SO FUCKING HARD!!!

This was most of your conversations with your dorm mate, you still don’t understand how this happened. Trey was blind as a bat when it came to social issues. Always throwing out micro-agressions and not even realizing it, a basic white asshole. You two seemed to be always arguing,  and it was getting old, you had the rest of the year to deal with this fuck. The worst part was, you were so attracted to him, and it pissed you off. 

Trey was your typical straight white frat-boyesque tool, and he should have repulsed you, but something made you so hard. Maybe it was his ignorance, looks, or general dumbass nature, you didn’t know but you knew he was on your mind while jerking. 

You were jerking one day, and your best friend, Emilio stopped by and decided to walk right inside. He was quite amused that your were rubbing one out, until he pried the picture of Trey out of your hands.  Emilio’s ultra liberal personality flipped a switch and he lost it on you.

Cussing, swearing, angry as fuck, Emilio activated something deep down within himself, fully unaware. 

“I hope you’re happy with that fucker, you two must have so much in common,” was all Emilio needed to say and his anger dissipated. 

He simply turned around, crumpled the picture, through it over his shoulder, and left.

What neither of you knew is that Emilio had lineage to ancient gods, and a power that was hidden deep within. As the day went on, you found yourself daydreaming about Trey, more than usual. You were thinking about how good he looked and how you wish you could look like that. 

Shaking your head, you silenced the foreign thoughts and went on about your academic business. Sitting in Advanced Theories of a Macro World, you found yourself bored, where you were normally quite enthralled. It was weird, but the discussion seemed stupid and pointless. YOu couldn’t understand why people kept talking about other races and how they were oppressed. People had to make their own way, it takes hard work. 

“Fuck,” you thought, what am I thinking. 

The day went on and all of your classes went similiar to the first. 

YOu headed home and went into the bathroom, to splash water on your face and take an aspirin for the headache that was ensuing. Yet you became quickly distracted when you saw Trey’s clothing. He must have left his polo, boxer briefs, and shorts in the bathroom. Not even thinking, you put it all on and looked at yourself in the mirror. 

You noticed, your hair had lightened, and your face seemed more defined. YOu looked like Trey and it was really weird. You found your self exploring your body, as your hands ran over your skin, it felt different, your muscles felt like they were getting stronger by the second. 

“What the fu…,” your voice cracked and fell like a stone. YOu grabbed your throat in surprise. All of this was turning you on, this excitement was making you hard. You grabbed your swollen and long cock and began to jerk again, trying to think about Trey, but for some reason, hot naked women came to mind. 

You were both disgusted and turned on and your hands wouldn’t stop moving. It felt so good, but you were imagining that it was a tight pussy. 

Suddenly you stopped, horrified at what was happening. In a state of panic, you went to the mirror, only to see a face that looked like it could be Trey’s brother looking back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said, the more you jerked the more you seemed to change.  You took the clothing off, but you were still hard and looking this blonde looking frat boy reflection wasn’t helping. You tried hard to think gay thoughts,  to reclaim your sexuality, you started to think about how you could help other in need, but it wasn’t going well. Conservative, thoughts, arrogant confidence, and ego-centric beliefs were burning into your head. Whatever was happening was killing your empathy, turning you into a rich, white, tool. 

YOu realized your hands were jerking you off again, your head was pounding and you couldn’t stop any of it. You felt like you were drugged, your brain felt slow and words were difficult to grasp. Memories of being a business major, frat boy, and president of the young conservatives on campus, pushed their way to the front. 

Your cock felt so good, and you were so close to cumming. Moaning you felt the last of you changing, you couldn’t fight it anymore. As you erupted, your new life locked into place, you became Ryan Stillman, younger brother to Trey Stillman.

 Your dad paid to make sure you and Trey got into school and were dorm mates. Trey was the fucking best and he totally got you. You both loved to party and fucck chicks. Neither of you would go very far in life, but that didn’t matter as long as those stupid fucking liberals stayed out of your sexual conquest. 

Tyler was always frustrated with his dormmate, Josh. Josh had everything he wanted, height, looks and a phone that never stopped ringing. Tyler was just a regular college freshman, average looks, average height and a phone that rarely rang. Josh was always out on some hot date probably banging all the girls that avoided Tyler and when he was home all he did was take shirtless selfies. One night Josh left, forgetting his phone. Tyler couldn’t help but feel smug, hearing the phone buzz and buzz and knowing Josh was missing texts, probably from all his girlfriends. The temptation clawed at him for an hour or so and finally he reached over and picked up the phone. To his shock, Josh had been recieving pics of half naked guys! “So he’s gay, no wonder hes always shirtless around me…does he wanna fuck me or something? Thinks being shirtless will win me over or something?” Tyler wondered to himself. As he thought about what he could do with this info he suddenly found his body moving on its own.

His hands were removing his shirt and his legs carried him to the mirror where he posed with the same cocky smile as Josh and took pictures, sending them to all the contacts. As each message sent a wave of electricity shot from the phone across his body. His hands flexed painfully growing bigger and bigger as his fingers grew longer and easily covered the entire phone! Tyler could only gasp and moan in pleasure and pain as he heard and felt all his bones cracking and expanding. His arms started growing longer and longer, looking ridiculous on his disproportionally small body. They filled with smooth toned muscles and a sexy tan. His chest expanded into an attractive set of pecs and perfectly sized nipples while his spine continued to stretch until he filled the door frame with his hot body. Tylers feet burst through his socks and his toes lengthened to balance out his giant stature and his legs became long and powerful with only the slightest dusting of hair over the tight muscles. The changing teen started to moan louder as the phone blew up with texts telling him how hot he was and begging him for more, each text sending more messages to his brain and more hormones through his body making him gayer, cuter and cockier.

Soon he was posing and flexing and snapping more pics. His face softening into Joshs innocent but mischievous one and cute dirty blonde hair. When he couldn’t resist any more he pulled down his way too small shorts to reveal his newly enlarged dick which stood rockhard from the attention and made a few more choice pictures for his fans as he debated which one of his call boys to fuck tonight. His mind shifting and adjusting as Tyler’s mind gave way to a copy of Josh’s dumb, cocky, horny, gay mind and reality itself shifted around him. Yeah, it was hard being Josh, the cutest freshman in his class. So many adoring fans to choose from. He knew that stuck up roommate of his wanted this too, maybe if he showed this sexy chest off for him enough he’d finally loosen up and admit he wanted some too.

Chris was somewhat of a nerdy guy, small, weak, pale, hated being outside or doing anything active. He was currently in a graduate program for chemistry. One day he woke up same as always and got ready for class but when he went into his closet all his shoes were gone. Replaced with one pair of size 13 soccer cleats, far to big for his average sized 7 feet. But he couldn’t go to class with no shoes on so against his better judgement he tried to fit the big shoes on his feet as best he could and was about to leave when suddenly he felt strange.

It started with a numbing, pins and needles feeling in his feet as they suddenly exploded in size growing and stretching to fill the cleats until in just a few minutes they fit perfectly. The feeling spread up his legs as they grew bigger with muscle and started to stretch, getting longer and taller as a tan started to spread. His socks started to grow longer and crawl up his legs while his khakis changed length and material, turning red and shrinking into a pair of shorts. The numb tingly feeling left his feet and legs and moved to his chest where a pair of pecs swelled and his stomach fat shrunk away to give way to a flat stomach. His spine expanding and growing also adding to the new height his legs just gave him. The tan also spread through his chest and arms as they also grew some muscle but most of his strength was in his core and legs from running and kicking and balancing himself in soccer…Wait in soccer? That made no sense didn’t he hate sports? No way why the fuck did he think that, soccer was his life! The changes started spreading to his head as his face rearranged, becoming handsomer and more manly. His hair became shorter as his skull got harder and tougher from hitting the soccer ball with his head more then a few times. His brain physically shrinking as it drained of all his graduate work and he started to get younger, until he was 20 years old.

He forgot a ton of information from college and high school but new memories took their place. He was a soccer star back in high school and earned a full ride sports scholarship for college. His major was sports science since it was easy enough and the only thing that really applied to what he was doing. His dressy button up shirt softened and morphed into a plain white t-shirt.

Finally the tingling feeling died down and his apartment morphed around him into a college dorm. Shit he was gonna be late! He headed down to the field for soccer practice. After several long hours of practice he got changed in the locker room and changed out of his now smelly cleats. Later in the day when he went to a class something came over him and on autopilot he took the cleats out of his backpack and into the backpack of the math nerd sitting in front him, something about the guy seemed familiar, did they used to be friends? Impossible but somehow, almost by instinct he knew by tomorrow he’d have a new best bud at practice…