Uh-oh, Grant thought. This doesn’t look like England…
Grant was born with a gift. Some kids could sing, some kids could play football. Grant could teleport. He could open up a portal to anywhere he pleased, though it took years and years of practice to really hoan in his ability. Early on, Grant would find himself transported to places he never intended to go: the snowy planes of Siberia, the surface of Mars.
Fortunately, that didn’t happen anymore. Until now.
He was trying to go to England, he remembered. He had imagined the English countryside vividly in his mind before opening the portal and stepping through. But he could tell instantly that something was very, very wrong.
First, he had felt every speck of his body pulled outward. For a second, Grant thought that he was being torn apart, but when the tugging persisted, he realized that the universe around him wasn’t changing shape. It was changing his shape.
“What the…?” But Grant felt something drop in his throat. He coughed, feeling a deep baritone shake his chest. As it did, Grant could not help but notice his physical chest suddenly become wider. He thought for a moment that it was just a trick of the mind, that his eyes were playing tricks on hims as he hurled through time and space.
But this was no trick, because it wasn’t just his chest. Round balls of muscle solidified on his shoulders, on his ass, on his calves. Grant got dizzy as he lost complete control over not just his surroundings, but his very own body, allowing himself to fall endlessly into a starry abyss.
When he finally awoke, he wasn’t in the English countryside at all. He was on a beach, chest pressed up against a hot, wet rock. And he was naked. Very, very naked.
“Where the hell am I?” were the first words out of his mouth. His voice was obviously deeper, and as he climbed up off of the rock, he realized his body was much heavier.
Grant looked down at himself. “Fuck!” he said in a much dopier tone, “I’m fucking huge!” It was true. Everything from Grant’s abs to his cock were of comically large proportions. He felt the weight of his meat in his hand, admiring its newfound girth.
But the nagging questions remained: Where was he? More importantly… whowas he?
He heard someone calling in the distance. Another voice, deep and masculine. It was calling out someone’s name:
Alan… Alan… “ALAN!”
Grant watched as the figured emerged over the top of the rocks, his large, tall frame swaggering as he sauntered across the sand towards him. He didn’t recognize the man at first (probably because he was too busy paying attention to his large, jiggling pecs). But as he got closer and closer, Grant could make out a blonde beard, and an Australian accent.
“Alan! There you are!” The man said with a smile as he walked towards him. “Where the hell are your clothes?”
But clothes were the least of Grant’s worries. Standing before him, in full shirtless Aussie glory was none other than Chris Hemsworth. The sight of him in real life was enough to send Grant over the edge. He could feel the hormones rushing towards his dick, and he could not control them.
Chris stepped forward.
“Woah there,” he said spotting Grant’s throbbing cock, “someone’s excited to see me.”
“I… I’m not sure where I am.” Alan stammered.
Chris just smiled. “Why, you’re in paradise, of course.” He pulled Grant in for a sloppy wet kiss, and the man couldn’t stand himself. He shot a load all over Hemsworth’s chest and shorts, white hot spunk coating the Aussie’s skin and leaking down his abs.
His face went red. “Oh my god… I am so sorry.”
Chris shrugged it off. “S’okay,” he said. “Not the first time that’s happened, am I right Alan?” He gave Grant a playful shove. He had to keep from cumming again right then and there.
“… Alan?” Grant asked timidly.
“Yeah,” said Chris, “Alan Ritchson. That’s your name, right?”
Everything snapped into place at once. Grant hadn’t just entered someone else’s universe; he had entered someone else’s life. This wasn’t his body, it was the body of superstar Alan Ritchson. And for the foreseeable future, he could do with it as he pleased.
“So,” Chris said, “I don’t think anyone’s around.” Grant (or Alan, rather) looked around the empty beach. Sure enough, not another human in sight.
He turned back to Chris, this time with a confident smile. “Got any ideas?”
“I could think of a few…”
Maybe in your world, Chris Hemsworth and Alan Ritchson aren’t a couple. But in “paradise,” they were. And Grant could rest easy knowing that he had full access to it whenever he wanted. In this world, he could really get the most of his new body, working out and fucking Chris ‘till the sun went down… and then some.
He knew he was lucky. Some people were born with gifts, some aren’t. Grant already had an incredible one, but now, he had two: Portals, and the body of a fucking god.
Honestly, what more could a guy ask for?
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