My Very Own Alex

Developing a crush on somebody unobtainable is neither a new concept nor exclusive to any one individual but it was nonetheless the issue I found myself crippled by. Against all better judgment I had found myself enamoured with somebody I only knew through posts on social media and, as if that wasn’t enough of a barrier, he was also straight and married. There was never a chance in Hell that he would be mine - unless, of course, I used the powers of Hell to my advantage. Luckily for me, I’m one of the very few people in the world actually qualified to do just that.

My crush on the fitness influencer Alex Crockford started several years ago and was perfectly innocent in those early days. I positioned Alex and his lean sculpted physique as the ideal to aim towards, and his regular workout recommendations helped me build a small amount of muscle over the following few months. The more I followed his content though, the more interested in him I found myself becoming. His Instagram posts often appeared at the top of my feed and my regular interactions with his content even earned me a follow back. Seeing him listed as a follower on my profile was a dream come true, but by then I knew that infrequent social media interaction wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me. I wanted - no, needed - more.

Over the next six months I did everything I could to learn about Alex. I watched all of his videos and listened to the podcasts he appeared on, soaking up all of the tidbits he shared about his life and history. Many of those unfortunately involved the woman who he had recently married, but I didn’t let myself get disheartened for too long. I was starting to formulate a plan.

In time I was able to create a fairly expansive profile of the British fitness trainer, from when and where he was born right down to his general likes and dislikes, and I stored all of this data in hidden areas on my computer for later use. I was well aware of the fact I had crossed over into stalker territory as I typed up the profile but truthfully it seemed of minimal importance to me. A little stalkerish behaviour could ultimately be excused because the endgame was absolutely going to be worth it.

Once I was certain that I had everything I needed, I turned my attention to the next phase of my plan. What I needed now was somebody who was willing to sacrifice their identity for the sake of my pleasures. I wasn’t going to kill them per se (I’m an obsessive oddball, not a goddamn murderer), but they’d definitely be losing a part of themselves with what I was planning. That said, they’d be gaining a whole lot more in the process, so in my opinion it was well worth that sacrifice. It didn’t even take that long for me to recruit someone; my occult connections helped me find a group of men who fantasized about being transformed and from there it was just narrowing down which of the possibilities would be the best fit. While I was perfectly capable of transforming any of them into my dream man, I had a little more planned than that, and I needed someone with an emptier head whose identity could be completely rewritten with a little love and care. Much to my delight, I had a whole range of suitable candidates to choose from, all willing to give themselves over to me for the chance to be transformed into a higher standard of masculine beauty.

While of course having the real Alex Crockford to myself would have been the preferred option, it also presented a number of logistical issues that were simply too complicated to untangle. For one, it would look somewhat suspicious if a fairly well-known fitness influencer who had always identified as straight suddenly up and left his wife in favour of one of his male followers, and that was without even taking into account that I needed to be in the actual visual contact with a person to use my powers on them. Alex didn’t host public workouts too often and my stalking hadn’t gone quite so far as to determine his exact address. Besides, while my methods were dubious, I wasn’t in the business of breaking up families. Alex could go on living his life and I could get exactly what I wanted; it was a win-win for the both of us and he didn’t even have to know a thing!

The lucky individual who was picked out of the crowd to undergo my magical surgery was called Jordan and while he had a handsome face, there wasn’t much else to write home about. Twenty-two years old, a store clerk with no real career aspirations, and a body that evidently had very limited exposure to the gym. He didn’t even have any major personal ties to anybody that might come looking for him. All in all, he was the perfect blank state for me. Not only that but he shared my attraction to Alex Crockford, which would make things all the more sweet for him too once he had transformed into Alex’s perfect duplicate. Of course, that particular brand of sweetness would only last for as long as he could still remember who he had previously been, that was.

Once Jordan arrived at the hotel address I’d given him and joined me in the luxury suite, I repeated the deal I had originally sold him on: I would transform him into an exact duplicate of Alex, and he would have to be my lover in order to maintain that form. I was of course leaving one or two things out, but the intention remained the same and he was incredibly eager to get things started. Delighted by his enthusiasm, I invited him into the master bedroom and instructed him to strip down and then lay face-up on the best. He did as he was told and continued to follow my orders when I told him to close his eyes, relax, and keep Alex in mind.

While Jordan was busy settling in for a lifetime of following my orders, I turned inwards and began summoning up the powers that had been tied to my very consciousness as part of a demon deal I made over a decade ago. I was normally rather hesitant to use those powers, as each time I did the darker part of my mind became a little bit stronger and began eroding away my morals. I’d learned the hard way that incredible power didn’t come without consequences; once my inner darkness had completely taken over I would become the demon I was destined to be. Until then, I was allowed to live a normal human life, and I wanted that life to have Alex by my side.

Gently placing my index and middle fingers either side of Jordan’s head, I took one last look at my canvas before harnessing the transformative energies within me and channelling them through the point of contact. They washed over and surrounded Jordan instantly, translucent purple light wrapping around him like a cocoon. With the pair of us keeping Alex’s delightful physical form in mind, the magical energies got to work recreating the image, with myself acting as a director to the most beautiful I had ever or would ever see!

The changes started at the very top, with Jordan’s undeniably unremarkable face. The restructuring of his skull shape was incredibly subtle, but the shifting of his facial features was far more prominent. I watched in delight as his crooked nose straightened out with the nostrils widening by a few centimetres, and the few blemishes and scars that adorned his cheeks and forehead faded away to leave only perfectly smooth skin behind. His cheekbones rose and chin squared out, giving his face the sort of picture perfect masculine configuration that wouldn’t look out of place on an action figure.

Jordan’s wild and wispy blond hair darkened into a rich brunette, while the cut shifted slightly into the neater style of somebody whose image was important to their career path and could afford regular grooming. No stone was left unturned when it came to Jordan taking on Alex’s likeness: even his eyebrows grew thicker to better match the man they both kept at the very forefront of their minds. Behind his thin yet kissable lips his teeth sorted themselves into an orderly line, like soldiers on parade, and brightened to a gleaming white to give him the perfect swoon-worthy smile. A light dusting of stubble then spread out along the lower half of Jordan’s face, not enough to be considered a beard but still present enough to add an extra dose of sex appeal.

Once his face was a perfect match for Alex’s, the transformative magic progressed down towards his shoulders with the slight widening of Jordan’s neck and the far more prominent rising of his trap muscles. The traps formed a sublime slope from his neck down to his slim shoulders, although their slim nature was lost as they began to broaden by several inches on either side. His deltoids were the first muscles to see any huge amount of change, as they inflated like balloons to add some serious definition to what had once been a rather humdrum part of Jordan’s body.

My gaze was naturally drawn to his left delt where small patches of the skin were beginning to darken as the untouched skin was decorated with ink to form Alex’s distinctive tribal tattoo. The ink formed the various sharp edges of the artwork and then settled, fading slightly so it appeared as if it had been on Jordan’s body for much longer than the thirty seconds it actually had been. Alex’s tattoo had long been an object of admiration for me, and to see with my own two eyes only made my heart beat a little faster. This is really happening, I told myself, struggling to contain my glee. My wildest dreams were coming true: I was making my very own Alex Crockford!

As soon as his shoulders had been perfected, I shifted my attention to Jordan’s flat chest and reached out with the tendrils of magic to begin massaging around his hard nipples. The areas underneath my enchanted touch rose like dough in an oven, forming a shelf of thick pectorals.

The small and inconsistent patches of chest hair retreated back into the follicles, leaving Jordan’s chest perfectly smooth: a magnificent pair of hills with a clear valley between them to make each pec stand out all the more. It took quite some restraint to stop myself from reaching down to squeeze those delectable muscles, but doing so would have interrupted the transformation and I couldn’t let that happen, not when there were still so many improvements to make to Jordan’s body!

On either side of his newly defined chest, my subject’s upper arms started to swell. The motion would appear uncontrolled to the untrained eye but I knew precisely what I was doing and the measurements I needed. The thin twigs of Jordan’s arms doubled - almost tripling, even - in density, the thickness made up with strong muscle and not an extra ounce of fat. Those arms with the mountainous biceps and the firm triceps would be more than capable of opening any sealed jar, no matter how tough, or curling a forty kilo barbell with ease or (and this one was the most important) holding me tight in a loving embrace.

Jordan’s forearms were a relatively quick fix: like his upper arms they were made firmer by the strong muscle building under the surface. They were also one of the rare places on his body that some degree of body hair would remain, although the pale blond bristles darkened to better match the brown hair upon his head. 

The transformation then continued down to Jordan’s hands which had once been described as ‘dainty’ and ‘ladylike’, especially given his affinity for painted fingernails. As my magic washed over his hands, the pink paint was stripped away and the nails were trimmed down in a fashion that was more stereotypically expected of the male gender. The fingers themselves were stretched both longer and thicker, while the palms of Jordan’s hands were decorated from calluses that only came with years of lifting heavy barbells and the like. A magnifying glass would even have revealed the most miniscule of changes: the alteration of Jordan’s fingerprints to match Alex’s own. My magic was just as efficient as my research skills were and I wasn’t leaving anything to a half measure!

Turning my attention back to his torso, I fixed my focus on the flat surface beneath the triumphant monument that were Jordan’s new pecs. The sheer lack of definition on the space below them simply looked wrong and I took great pleasure in remedying that situation. Using the magical energy as a crafting tool, I carefully formed a full eight-pack of abdominals, coaxing each ab to lift to such prominence that they simply couldn’t be ignored. Next to carve out were the tantalising v-lines leading towards his crotch, adding another layer of lean definition and sex appeal to Jordan’s rapidly changing physique.

Once the entirety of Jordan’s upper half had been upgraded, I knew it was time to focus on the really fun stuff. While I had plenty of reference pictures of Alex’s appetizing ass cheeks, he was far more coy when it came to showing off his bulge and had dismissed the notion of ever starting an OnlyFans more than once. Not to worry, I’ll have my own private OnlyFans from him soon enough.

As such, I was allowed a little bit of creative liberty when it came time to grow Jordan’s manhood and for understandable reasons I decided to be generous. Watching the man’s inoffensive four inches blossom into a much fuller seven inches and twice as girthy as it had been before was a droolworthy experience, but I still couldn’t afford to lose my focus lest the transformation be aborted too early. From there I transitioned my focus to his balls, developing them from peanuts to golf balls and filling them up with testosterone and potent masculine seed. The small patch of hair around his crotch was neatly groomed as I could only imagine the real Alex’s would be.

With the gentle caress of my magic, Jordan’s ass cheeks began to inflate into much fuller globes of flesh and muscle, lifting him slightly further off of the mattress. I spared a brief moment to imagine how those firm globes would feel under my groping hands before forcing myself to continue with precision. Distractions would only delay what I truly desired and Alex had already made me wait too damn long for it!

Continuing to push the magic further down Jordan’s body, I urged the enchanted tendrils of purple energy to wrap around his thin thighs and then tighten, like a snake squeezing the life out of its prey. My magic was doing quite the opposite though: I was giving Jordan’s legs new life, cultivating the muscles underneath the surface until they exploded with power. The intense growth finally settled once his quadriceps were larger than rugby balls and powerful enough to crush a grapefruit between them. I was already picturing him straddling me with those thighs, keeping me pinned down without any chance of escape. I wasn’t always keen on being dominated, but for Alex (or at least his body), I’d definitely make an exception.

Unlike some fitness junkies, Alex wasn’t one to skip out on training calves so I wasn’t about to miss them out when redesigning Jordan. All it took was a brief thought and the muscles in his lower leg pushed forth to form a diamond-like shape that suggested he was the type of man who never got less than ten-thousand steps a day in and wasn’t afraid to tackle a steep hill! I wasn’t the biggest fan of hillwalking, but I could already imagine climbing up onto my Alex’s back and then having him carry me up the whole ascent. He’d probably view it as a fun fitness challenge.

Finally I had made it down to Jordan’s feet and, like with his hands earlier, they were somewhat lacking especially given the much larger proportions of the rest of his body. That simply wouldn’t do! With just as much care as I’d given to every other part of his body, I used my magic to reshape his feet, stretching them longer and wider until he was several shoe sizes larger. I also added a little hair to the top of his feet and toes, although not so much that it might overwhelm them. The nails here were kept as tidily as his fingernails and although they were currently clean, I couldn’t help but picture them with bits of fluff between the toes and on the soles after him sweating in a pair of socks all day. They’d also give off a strong musky scent, of course, and be so inviting in the process. I hadn’t even realised I was into feet but if anyone was going to awaken new interests within me then of course it would be Alex.

With his feet now in proportion to the rest of his muscular body, Jordan’s physical transformation into Alex was finally complete. Unsurprisingly the use of my magic had caused the both of us to get hard and my eyes were fixated on that mighty eight inch rod as I withdrew my power. “It’s done,” I whispered, my throat dry as I circled the bed to stand before my perfect creation. “Open your eyes.”

Still as dutiful as ever, Jordan finally allowed his eyes to flutter open and pushed himself up into a seated position. He spared the briefest glance in my direction before looking down at the improvements I had made to his body. A hand ran over the rippling washboard abs, then down to the towering hard shaft and the heavy balls underneath.

“Is this real life?” he croaked out, eyes widening as he took in the sound of Alex’s voice. My magic had worked as hard below the surface as it had on his appearance: Jordan not only had the fitness trainer’s voice but also his taste buds, eating habits and muscle memory. It had taken a great deal of preparation and energy from me to ensure that his transformation was perfect, but I still had enough magic left in me to go ahead with the final stage of my plan.

“Does this feel real?” I asked, climbing onto the bed like a panther stalking its pretty and taking the head of his hard cock into my mouth. The moan that was elicited in response was the most beautiful sound I had ever had, and also the only encouragement I needed. My lips progressed down the shaft, savouring the beautiful taste.

As I began to build up a rhythm - up, down, up, down - I pushed his powerful quads further apart to allow for much easier access. Then, with one hand trailing up to push him back down and trace the hard lines of his abs, the other moved between his cheeks to begin teasing at his hole. The slightest bit of pressure caused his hips to buck in wild fashion, filling up my mouth with his meat and almost prompting me to gag at the sudden pressure before I got the both of us back under control.

It didn’t take very long at all before Jordan simply couldn’t hold back anymore and hit the most explosive orgasm of his life. I happily drank down all of the seed he gifted me with, enjoying my very first taste of Alex, while he moaned and groaned above me. Once I was certain that I had swallowed all of his offerings, I reluctantly pulled myself away from his cock and moved back to eye-level with him. He’d closed his eyes due to the intensity of his orgasm but that wouldn’t do for what I had planned.

“Look at me,” I ordered, summoning up the remaining magical energy I had inside of me. A glowing circle of purple surrounded by irises as I did so and when Jordan opened his eyes and met my gaze, the same purple washed over his to become a swirling vortex of colour. “You’re going to listen and obey now.”

I waited and watched as his facial muscles relaxed and his exhausted grin slipped into a neutral expression. He was completely under my hypnotic control, just as I’d always planned - but conveniently left out when I’d explained my intentions to Jordan. Some guys could get so worked up about losing their free will and I’d decided it simply wasn’t worth the hassle to have that discussion with him.

“When I say the phrase ‘go and learn’ you’re going to get up off this bed, go over to that desk and sit at that computer. You’re going to read through every one of the files and watch every one of the videos until you can recite Alex’s life history from memory,” I explained, using the strong tone I knew was necessary when dealing with somebody under such deep hypnosis. “You are going to forget being anyone other than Alex Crockford. The name Jordan means nothing to you.” I didn’t want somebody to roleplay Alex for me, I wanted the real Alex - or as close to him as I could possibly get. “Are you following me so far?”

“Yes sir,” the other man confirmed in a voice devoid of any emotion. “I am Alex Crockford. The name Jordan means nothing to me.” My creation knew nothing in that moment other than what I wanted him to know.

“You are homosexual, Alex, and I am your lover. My name is Henry Cavanaugh but you may call me ‘master’ or ‘sir’ interchangeably,” I continued, making changes from the real Alex for the first time. “You have a humiliation kink. You love to have me talk down to you or spit on you or tie you up.” Yeah, I’ve got some fun plans ahead for us. “You’re also my coach, so you’re going to help me with workouts and prepare all of our meals for us so I can get bigger and humiliate you in even more creative ways. Do you understand what I’m telling you, Alex?”

“Yes Master Henry,” my new lover confirmed, still speaking in the same flat tone, “I love being humiliated by you. I’ll also train you and make our meals so that you eventually will be stronger than me and can humiliate me even more.”

“Very good, Alex.” I slowly climbed off of the bed and double-checked the laptop at the desk to make sure the factfile I had created was properly loaded, as well as the playlist of videos from the real Alex’s YouTube channel. “Stand up.” The muscular stud did as instructed. “Go and learn.”

Once the power words were spoken, my new playtoy strode over to the desk and seated himself in front of the screen. He’d be there for several hours at least before he was finally fully absorbed in his new identity, which meant that I had plenty of time to kill. Still, I couldn’t help but spread myself out on the bed and play with my own hard length while watching him at work. I’d created something so very beautiful and he was going to make the rest of my life a much more pleasant experience.

I knew that at that very moment, the devil was draining away another small piece of my humanity, but I simply couldn’t bring myself to care anymore. In a short while I’d finally have my own perfect duplicate of Alex Crockford and that was absolutely worth every sacrifice I would have to make.

The transformation and hypnosis had left me completely drained, so once I had brought myself to completion I naturally relaxed back into the soft mattress and let myself slip away into a land of beautiful dreams. The fantasies that were contained within those dreams would no longer have to remain there; with my own Alex I could bring every single one of them to life. I’d actually been meaning to write a story about him, and having Alex posed right next to my writing desk, biceps flexed and core tight, would probably give me all the inspiration I needed!

A gentle nudge against my feet woke me up a few hours later and when my eyes finally opened I was greeted to the most seductive sight I had ever seen: Alex completely naked except for a towel hiding his junk and a cocky smirk on his face.

“Ready to go again, master?” he asked in a voice dripping with sex. My hypnosis had worn off while I had slept but his new identity had long since been perfectly absorbed into his consciousness, albeit with the small tweaks I had made in my instructions to him. He wouldn’t know why but he also felt a deep sense of gratitude towards me at that very moment, as if I’d freed him from a less fulfilling life.

Without even waiting for my response, Alex Crockford dropped the towel and climbed onto the bed. He was going to do everything he could to make his master moan and show him just how thankful he was for everything his master had done for him!