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Stealing Brock's Reflection, Part 1

(Inspired by @verus-veritas and his Stolen Reflection story. Loved the swap method of a mirror storing reflections. Turned out longer than I expected so gonna break it up into parts. Loosely a prequel to that story, so Mr. Kessler's body will end up back in that mirror eventually! Got some plans for that 😈)

Ethan Shepherd sat next to his best friend, Tyler Rourke, playing video games. While it was fun, there was an air of melancholy about the pair of 18 year old boys. The two had both lived in this same apartment complex for years, and been as close as brothers, going to high school together. Sadly that was coming to an end as Tyler's family was moving away soon. Packed-up boxes surrounded them as a constant reminder of the soon-approaching move date.

"Man, I'm gonna miss you," Tyler said as they finished the round they were on.

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss you too. It's gonna be so lonely here. Dad's pretty much never home and I don't really have anyone to hang with," commiserated Ethan.

The moment was interrupted by a loud "Hey dork! Where's my old weight bench?" from down the hall.

"Bet you won't miss him," Tyler teased Ethan whole rolling his eyes before shouting back, "Probably still in the storage unit!"

The source of the voice was Brock, Tyler's older brother and total jock. He considered Ethan and Tyler to both be total dweebs, and Tyler found Brock to be an insufferable sweaty, smelly jock. Ethan, contrary to what Tyler had said, harbored a major crush on Brock, one he kept hidden as he knew nothing could come of it.

"Ugh, I hate going down there," Brock complained. He passed by Tyler's room, dressed in a tanktop and gym shorts, sweaty and unchanged after his earlier workout.

"You still stink, Brock!" Tyler called out after him, only to get flipped off by Brock as he exited the apartment to make his way to the basement storage units of the complex.

Ethan was grateful Tyler hadn't noticed the deep breath he had taken as Brock passed by and he got a whiff of that sweaty jock musk. His dick was already half-chubbed from that alone.

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An hour or so later, Ethan entered his own apartment after wrapping up with Tyler. To his disappointment, Brock hadn't returned from the basement for Ethan to ogle at one more time. He wasn't sure how many more times he'd get to enjoy Tyler's company and view that Brock offered before the move, so he tried to savor every second.

On the counter top was a note from his Dad-- with one of the usual excuses for his absence. "Hey E, work needed me out of town, will be gone a few days. Fridge is stocked and pizza money is in my desk drawer. PS I need you to get my old suitcase from storage. Thanks!"

Ethan sighed. His father's work often kept him late, and when it didn't it would take him out of town. At this point Ethan was pretty used to the apartment being empty, but without Tyler to help him fill the time, he could see it getting real lonely.

Deciding to stave off the inevitable depressing silence of the empty apartment, Ethan figured he'd go take care of his dad's request. The walk to the basement storage units wasn't a long one, thankfully. Opening the metal door at the base of the stairs, Ethan entered, nose assaulted with the smell of the dust of the ages. The complex had been around for years and years, and some of this stuff had clearly been here since the first tenants moved in.

As he walked towards their storage unit he caught an unmistakable whiff of jock sweat and he paused. There was the unit Tyler's family owned, unlocked, but Brock's weight bench still sat there, unmoved. "Odd," Ethan thought, curious what would have distracted Brock from bringing the bench back up to the apartment. He glanced around and noticed something strange in the unit across the hall, the one marked "Kessler". For some reason its lock had been cut off by some bolt cutters.

The light had caught an odd mirror and Ethan thought he saw Brock standing there, causing him to nearly jump. But when he glanced away, he was alone still. "What in the world..." he pondered.

He stepped closer to the unit with the mirror, ignoring the other odds and ends. There was Brock, clear as day, yet Ethan couldn't see where he was. He glanced more directly at the mirror and started when Brock's eyes met his. Apparently Brock was startled too as he did the same. Like, exactly the same. "Wait..." Ethan spoke and saw the Brock in the mirror do the same. Testing the insane theory he was developing, Ethan raised an arm above his head. Mirror Brock did the same, showing his hairy pits.

"No way!" Ethan said, excitement growing. He didn't know how this was possible but he was already growing excited at the things he could do with Brock's reflection. He slipped his shirt off, mirror Brock taking off his tanktop and revealing his muscular torso. Ethan took out his phone to snap a picture, imagining Brock at the gym taking a selfie for him.

Ethan continued to stare in awe at the perfection that was Brock, shirtless and all for him. Ethan flexed, normally embarrassed of his skinny arms, but Mirror Brock followed and his muscles bulged enticingly. "Oh fuck me," Ethan whispered softly. He slid his hands down his smooth stomach and mirror Brock slid down his defined abs. Ethan couldn't resist slipping his hands into his pants and nearly came right there as mirror Brock seductively grabbed his crotch as well.

"BROCK!" came a shout from the entrance to the basement and Ethan was shocked out of his reverie. In his haste, he stumbled against a box and reached a hand out to steady himself, touching the mirror. He felt a jolt, something he couldn't describe, unlike any simple static shock he'd ever felt. In the mirror, his scrawny 18 year old body looked back at him. He felt a wave of disappointment. Seems like his fun was already over.

He sniffed, and caught a sudden strong whiff of sweat, like the source was right under his nose. Odd, had he really gotten so sweaty so quickly? Aware that someone else had apparently come down here, he reached to grab his discarded shirt. His hand met damp fabric and he looked in surprise at none other than Brock's sweaty tank. It was then he saw how meaty his arms were, and suddenly a lot clicked. "Holy shit, I'm-"

"There you are, Brock!" came a voice from the hall. Ethan looked up to see Tyler's dad. "I know you wanted to get your weight bench but stop goofing off and bring it up. We still need you to help pack."

"Uh, sure thing... dad," Ethan said, unsure of what to do.

Mr. Rourke turned and grabbed a box from the storage unit and looked expectantly at Ethan. Ethan grabbed the weight bench, surprised at the relative ease that Brock's body had with the task. He followed all the way back to the Rourke's apartment, where he set the bench down.

"OK, your brother is helping your mom with packing up the kitchen. I need you to help me get the furniture ready for the truck, whenever they finally get here," Mr. Rourke said authoritatively.

Ethan simply nodded, and got to work. It took about an hour of hard physical labor but everything got done. Ethan marveled at the pure strength he had as Brock, and tried to contain how excited he had been hearing his own body grunt as he hefted heavy furniture around. He was drenched in fresh sweat, almost intoxicated by it.

"Thanks for your help, champ. Honestly expected more complaining out of you but you really stepped up there. Hope this change sticks around, Broccoli," said Mr. Rourke, using an affectionate name Ethan KNEW Brock despised. "But kid you really gotta shower. Get to it."

"OK, will do Dad," Ethan said, feeling oddly warm at the fatherly praise. He stomped over to Brock's room to grab some fresh clothes.

Once inside, he paused. It was the first time he'd been in Brock's room. He was usually a huge jerk about it to Tyler and Ethan, even though they hadn't ever tried to go in his room. He surveyed the place. The air is thick with Brock’s scent, raw sweat, cheap Axe body spray, and a lingering funk of unwashed gym clothes that clings to everything.

The centerpiece is the unmade bed, a full-size mattress sagging under a tangle of gray sheets, stained with sweat and who-knows-what-else. The sheets smell like Brock’s body, all musky, primal, with a faint whiff of cum from nights he didn’t bother cleaning up. A pair of red boxer briefs, crusty with dried sweat and maybe a quick jerk-off, dangles off the edge of the bed frame.

In the corner sits Brock's weights, a set of dumbbells for his use at home. Brock had apparently situated it so the full length mirror hanging from the bedroom door could be used to check himself out while pumping iron.

Ethan sat down on the bed, feeling it creak under Brock's bulk, and stared at his hands. "Holy shit, I'm Brock. I'm Brock!" he whispered to himself in shock. He peels off the sweaty tank top and shoves it to his face to inhale deeply. He loves the way Brock's facial hair brushes against the fabric as he immediately grows fully hard at the scent of his best friend's brother. He lies back and slips off the gym shorts, leaving him alone in Brock's bed with just his underwear on.

Ethan gaped at the bulge in Brock's tight boxer briefs, the way his huge legs stretched out the fabric. The waistband had caught as he pulled off the shorts and Brock's massive muscle ass was teasingly visible. The abs and pecs formed a beautiful trail down to that big Brock bulge. Ethan twisted and buried his face in his new pits to get that potent musk right from the source and involuntarily moaned. His free hand ran up and down Brock's muscles, and he gasped as he brushed against the jock's perky nipples. He began playing with them as he sat up and looked in the mirror. He ran his other hand up and down Brock's powerful frame, moving his huge body in a more sensual way than he'd ever seen it. "Ugh, you smell so good, Brock," he said, voice low and husky as he turned to take another whiff of his pits. He paused and the flexed his arms, licking the massive peak of his biceps. He slid the underwear all the way off at this point, with Brock's massive cock springing free and standing at attention.

"God you're huge!" Ethan whispered to himself as he wrapped Brock's big hand around the stolen cock. Brock was uncut, unlike Ethan's original cock, and Ethan took his time discovering the pleasures of his new foreskin, rubbing the copious precum Brock produced all over it. He looked back in the mirror, seeing Brock all hot and bothered, then flexed again, giving himself a little show.

It was finally too much for Ethan and he gasped as Brock's sizeable balls pulled up and his orgasm arrived. It was mind-blowing and better than anything Ethan had ever experienced. And Brock came a LOT. When the orgasm finally subsided, Brock's broad and muscular torso dripped with his spunk. Ethan scooped some into his hand and licked it up, relishing the warm stickiness of Brock's cum- though it tasted just as bad as you'd expect for a careless jock bro, it was 100% Brock's which was all Ethan cared about.

He paused then and looked back at the mirror. There he lay in Brock's body, absolutely covered in cum, and he felt some of that post-orgasm clarity kick in. This whole situation was ABSURD! Here he was in his best friend's brother's body and he's acting like a desperate whore. He wiped his chest down with Brock's sheets, then scrambled to grab at least enough covering to go down the hall to the shower as was expected. He slipped on a pair of lounge pants and a blue jacket that he didn't bother to zip up. As he made his way through the Rourke household, thoughts of what in the world he would do lingered over a deeper feeling, one he was scared of. One of satisfaction with this change.

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Mirror Mirror

Inspired by this story from @kylecrusoe-captions

Richard Clarke had spent his whole life living a conventional life. Now in his late 50s, Richard had spent his life the way he was expected. He found a passion, worked hard at it, pursuing a degree and then eventually getting a job as a reporter on TV. Back in the day, it was so glamorous like you would expect, but as time went on all things lose their luster. Budget cuts led to less pampering and eventually newer more attractive talent comes along to steal the spotlight. Corporate came creeping up everyday trying to find a way to sunset Richard from the career he built brick by brick.

It was agonizing doing the work to stay visually appealing as he got older. Richard had to admit he let him go in some areas as complacency set in over the years. He was happy with what he had accomplished and felt like he had so much more gas left in his tank, despite what his corporate overlords were telling him.

Richard told himself today’s the day to start reinvesting in himself. He was going to make sure he put in his best foot forward to preserve the professional life he’s always known. He went out for a coffee in between shows to start planning his return to conventional attractiveness. While he waited for his coffee at a low-key cafe in the busy part of downtown, Richard got lost enviously gazing at the young men walking by. Making a mental list of the attributes he found attractive and aspirational. He wanted to attain what they had, even though it was unrealistic at his advancing age.

He glared too long at a guy grabbing the next coffee prepared at the counter. He may have been wearing a baggy hoodie but his shorts showed how much of a beast he was in the gym.

Syd was in a different cafe than he usually goes to. In true brooding boy fashion he liked the slightly run down edgy look this cafe had and he went inside. Syd may look like a typical gym bro that exits pictures with so much contrast you can barely make out the details, but he was….slightly more than that. He also dreamed of being a fitness influencer that made a life out of simply going to the gym so that way he could play games with his friends. He wanted an easier life but easier is u realistic. Plus he was paralyzingly introverted. A seemingly sad waste for someone so conventionally attractive and genetically gifted when it comes to musculature.

Richard was nearly salivating looking at Syd’s meaty thighs that he ran into him when going to collect his coffee. The TV news anchor quickly went into on air personality and composed himself to present a thoughtful and sincere apology. Syd played it off like no big deal and began making his way towards what he believed to be the cafes restroom to clean off. He went inside a restroom after assuring Richard it was no big deal and closed the door behind him. But Richard didn’t believe him and continued to feel guilty. He stayed but grew significantly concerned when Syd never came out. Richard knocked on the door and when no one answered he opened the door and walked into the dark room as the door closed behind him. He blindly searched for a light switch or string to pull when he finally found a string in front of him and pulled it as a light blared on nearly blinding him.

As Richard's eye adjusted to the bright light he tried to focus his sight on an odd mirror on a nearby wall. He thought he saw Syd standing there, causing him to jump back startled. But when he looked away, he realized he was alone in the room.

He stepped closer to the obscured mirror....there was Syd, clear as day, but Richard couldn't make out where he was. He focused his sight at the mirror and realized what was happening as the buff young man's eyes met his. "Wha?" Richard raised an arm in anticipation of his understanding of the outlandish predicament he now found himself in. The man in the mirror did the same, showing his hairy pits.

Richard worked in a world of fact and rational explanations....he had none in his head for how this was possible. He was uncharacteristically giddy as he looked at the unfamiliar man staring back ahead of him. He was already growing excited and as other things swelled he couldn't control his journalistic curiosity and yanked off the oversized sweater hiding the goods. Turning his cap the other way around like a man of his advanced age would do in their hey-day.

Richard looked at himself and his new reflection eye to eye and confirmed to himself through an inner dialogue, he had to get out of here stat. He gathered his belongings or rather Syd’s and headed out expeditiously. He didn’t know where he was going after he left the cafe doors and sifted through the baggy hoodie to find a trifold wallet. He entered the address on the ID haphazardly into his phones GPS and booked it. His new beefed up physique, moved with an ease he hadn’t been able to in years. He confidently stepped and glanced down at his striated legs as a smirk graced his handsome face.

He haphazardly fumbled looking for keys and clumsily flopped his way into an unassuming yet large abode. A mirror across the entry way inside a nearby bedroom immediately caught Richard’s eye as he dropped his belongings on the ground and confidently stripped himself of his cloth confines. 

“Jesus. I didn’t even know getting this shredded was humanely possible?” he gasped to himself in awe. 2 vein’s indecently aligned with the v-taper of his new body’s muscles down to another thing intriguing Richard. He tugged at the waistband to get a peak at his new manhood and wondered if it looks like that soft what’s it going to look like hard. That thought started the quick spiral into a feral mindset.

Richard nearly ripped his shorts as he pulled them off in his horned up stupor. Then came off the orange undergarments and he rushed to a nearby restroom. Another mirror greeted Richard and there he stood in awe gazing at his new corporeal home. He examined the black and crimson tattoos and stretch marks showing Syd’s skin pushed to the limit by his bulging muscles.

Richard poked and prodded at the muscles he’d alternate from relaxing to flexing. One poke and prod near his nipple accidentally lit the final match as Richard gasped feeling the blood rush down to his growing tool. He promptly used his vascular hand to grab hold of the thickening stick and allowed himself to fall into muscle memory. He may not know who Syd was or what he liked but his body remembered enough for him. He quickly turned on the scalding shower and as the room filled with steam he took a giant sniff of the musk emitting from his hairy pits. Oh yeah that’s the smell of man.

He walked into the hot stream of water and already knew to brace against one wall with his left arm. His right arm started going to work pumping up and down as he began twisting and expertly working his new shaft. As if he was doing an intense workout, primal grunts and moans escaped his new youthfully plumped lips.

Richard stepped backward and decided to lie down on the floor of the tub and used both hands to begin to plow them to feel more pressure sending him over the edge. As he huffed and puffed pulse after pulse of hot water and his seed dropped over her alabaster torso. He couldn’t help but scoop up the mixture and drink it like he had spend days in the desert.

He stepped out of the exploratory shower and took cocky photos. Richard realizing he didn’t know what to do now, as he got dressed. As he pondered how to figure out how to move forward with Syd’s life, he started feeling his pants stir once again. He decided to visit the dating apps Syd had on his phone and began to tink with preferences. Adding men and women instead of just one and adding the revealing post-shower pics.

Sure enough, the matches and messages started flooding in from the new found dating pool. Being fruity in his heyday would have been a no, but with this body in this century, Richard wanted to see what life had to offer. Something stirred him up once again when he saw a headless torso message him asking if he was down to be dominated.

Richard had always been the alpha in a typical cisgender relationship but this might be his chance to give into submission. He grabbed anything he could to look casual and set up the least candid looking photo of all time. The snap capturing all his body had to offer in a modest way.

“Wanna come over daddy?” Richard replied to the headless torso before adding the picture to the message. He had his fun with Syd’s physique but now he wanted to try something Syd had never done himself. Arching his lower back to emphasize his new assets.

Oh yeah he was gonna have fun, slowing once again guiding his new meaty hands down the elastic waistband to explore. As two finger managed to find their way to his tight hole, he pushed their way in slowly and his phone vibrated.

“Send the addy.”

Richard moaned in anticipation and the pressure he felt sliding the fingers inside for the first time.

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Taking It For Granted

(Original story posted October 6th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

Eric was busy getting dressed and ready for work when he glanced over at his boyfriend. Ajax was still laid in bed wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. Even now Ajax couldn’t help subtly running his hands across his abs and down his muscled legs. So captivated by himself.

“Are you gonna actually get out of bed sometime today or are you just gonna keep groping yourself all morning?” Eric asked as he straightened his tie.

Ajax chuckled in response. “Sorry babe. Hard not to admire all this sometimes.” He gave a quick flex before sliding out of bed and sauntering over to Eric. “You should know. You were the one kissing my biceps last night.” He grinned before leaning in and giving his boyfriend a soft kiss. The sweetness of which was soon dulled by the slap Ajax left on Eric’s ass before making his way towards the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Eric watched the sway of Ajax’s muscular body as he walked away. Over the last couple of days he’d noticed a change in his boyfriend. Subtle things from the way he talked to the way he carried himself. He was more joyous and bouncy than ever before. Not to mention how he seemed to check himself out at every given opportunity. Ajax had always been proud of his physique but recently it seemed like he just couldn’t stop flexing and squeezing his muscles. Just seeing his own reflection seemed to make his day now. Not to mention his attitude had completely shifted.

A week prior to this Eric and Ajax’s relationship had been hanging on by a thread. They’d been arguing more and more over the past few months. It’d started with petty disagreements that blew up bigger and bigger until eventually they had a full fight which ended in Ajax storming off. After that Eric thought it was over. With how badly they’d been getting on, he was swiftly losing hope in their relationship.

A few hours later however, Ajax returned. Part of Eric was expecting him to start packing up his stuff but instead he gave the most heartfelt apology Eric had ever heard. He had no idea what had caused such a change in Ajax but he didn’t question it in the moment. Eric apologised too and afterwards Ajax promised he’d be better. So much better. Before long Eric found himself jumping into Ajax’s strong arms as they made their way to the bedroom. What followed was the steamiest makeup sex they’d ever had.

After falling into bed together they’d begun ripping off their clothes like animals. Ajax however seemed particularly horny. He was rock hard and beyond eager to fuck. Yet before that he took immense satisfaction in allowing Eric to explore the size and contours of his muscles. As if it were the first time he was being admired like this. Eric didn’t care though, he’d always loved Ajax’s chiseled physique. Almost as much as he loved taking Ajax’s fat cock up his ass. And that’s exactly what he got. He didn’t know quite what’d gotten into his hunky boyfriend that night. Out of nowhere Eric found himself on the receiving end of the best sex of his life! Getting pounded from all sorts of different positions in such a way that had him cumming over himself not once but twice! Ajax had never been bad at fucking but last night it was like he’d been possessed by a sex demon. He demolished Eric’s hole before shooting a massive load inside.

Since then Ajax had been like a totally different person. Alongside the slight differences in the way he spoke and carried himself, he was also far more affectionate and thoughtful. Whereas before he’d grown quite distant, now he always wanted to kiss and cuddle. Always giving sweet compliments and wanting to be closer. Not to mention they’d been fucking like rabbits ever since making up.

It was a complete 180 to his former attitude and Eric would be lying if he said he didn’t love it. After all, even when they’d been having terrible arguments, he still loved Ajax more than anything. The only difference now was that it actually felt healthy again. That said Eric didn’t want to question it. Everything seemed perfect. But there was one thing he just couldn’t get out of his head. Something that the old man who lived across the street had said the morning after him and Ajax made up…

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It’d been the morning after they made up. Eric found himself waking up with a sore asshole to the sound of shouting coming from the front door. After turning to see Ajax wasn’t in bed next to him, Eric quickly got up to see what all the commotion was about. He walked a little funny down the stairs after the railing he’d gotten last night. When reached the door however, he was surprised to see none other than old Mr Jenkins having some kind of blow up at Ajax. Eric could hardly understand half of what he was saying. Something about needing to fix something and not wanting to be old? He even called Ajax a “sadistic body thief” whatever that meant.

Eric quickly decided to step in and see what the problem was. Immediately Mr Jenkins switched his attention to him and started coming out with some of the most insane things Eric had ever heard!

“I’m not Mr Jenkins!” He shouted frantically. “You have to believe me Eric! I’m Ajax! He stole my fucking body!” He screamed while pointing at Ajax. There was a fury in Mr Jenkins’ eyes that Eric had never seen before. He was completely out of his mind! “I don’t know how you did this but you’re gonna undo it you crazy asshole!” He continued on and on.

Ajax put his hands up. “How many times do I have to say it? I don’t know what the hell you’re going on about.” He then glanced at Eric before whispering. “I think he’s gone nuts. He won’t stop yelling about some invasion of the body snatchers type of shit.”

“I’M NOT CRAZY! GIVE IT BACK YOU OLD BASTARD!” Mr Jenkins looked as though he was ready to launch himself at Ajax in a blind rage with what little strength his elderly body had. But before he could, Eric stepped between them.

Eric couldn’t help feeling bad for the elderly man. Of course he didn’t believe a word he was saying. It was insane, not to mention impossible. His only guess as to what was going on was that Mr Jenkins’ was suffering from his old age. Dementia perhaps? Whatever the case it was clear to Eric that he needed help. He tried to calm the old man down but nothing helped. Only continuing to curse at Ajax while begging Eric to believe him. Apparently the other neighbours had overheard all the commotion because not too long after a police car rode up outside the house.

With Eric and Ajax explaining what’d happened and Mr Jenkins still screaming bloody murder and even getting violent with the officers, it wasn’t long before the old man was taken away to get some help.

As they watched the car drive away, Ajax wrapped his muscular arms around Eric from behind. “You okay babe?” He asked while kissing the back of Eric’s neck.

“Yeah… I just didn’t know Mr Jenkins was suffering like that. I can’t imagine what must’ve been going on inside his head to make him believe all those things.” Eric leaned back into Ajax’s body a little, allowing his back to rest against his boyfriends strong pecs. “It just makes me wanna appreciate what we have right now you know?”

“Absolutely.” Ajax hugged Eric tighter. “I’ll never take this for granted again.” He added, trying to sound sweet while a smug grin crept across his face unbeknownst to Eric.

———

It’d been almost a week since then. Eric had arrived at work and was going through the motions as usual. Only now he felt constantly distracted. He just couldn’t help replaying that scene with Mr Jenkins over and over in his head. All those crazy claims he made about being Ajax and having his body stolen. He seemed so convinced. So sure of himself. Not to mention that until that morning Mr Jenkins had been as healthy as a horse in both mind and body. So for him to just flip like that felt… off.

Normally he would’ve brushed something like that off easily. Body swapping? That was the definition of crazy talk. Under normal circumstances there was no way in hell he’d believe that. But that’s when he started to pick up on things more clearly. Subtle changes in the way Ajax behaved that quickly began to plant a seed of doubt in mind. A seed that grew to the point where he’d been analysing almost everything his boyfriend did and said.

He went over it in his head as we worked. Out of nowhere Ajax had begun watching the historical channels on TV, finally started reading one of the books he’d received as a present last year and even mentioned that he wanted to give fishing a try at some point! The Ajax he knew never had the patience for those things. The rational thing to assume would simply be that Ajax was maturing. Trying to be a better person and gain new interests. But Eric just couldn’t shake the weirdness of how it’d begun the day Mr Jenkins went crazy.

It wasn’t just his interests though. It was Ajax’s whole demeanour. Before he was quite stoic. He’d have his moments of sweetness but overall he was very reserved. Over the last couple months he’d even grown quite mean and snappy, eager to jump to an argument and make a big deal out of nothing which eventually led to their huge fight. But then it all changed starting with that massive apology he gave. Ajax had never been one to say sorry so it came as quite the surprise. Even in that moment Eric couldn’t help thinking he seemed like a different person, only he wasn’t thinking about it quite as literally then. Since then his mood had completely changed. His reserved and quiet nature seemingly vanished overnight, being replaced by a much bubblier and joyful attitude. It was almost like he had this newfound appreciation for his life.

This couldn’t have been clearer in the way he treated himself and others. For a start he just couldn’t stop admiring his own body. Always touching something. Groping his pecs, massaging his thighs, flexing his biceps. He couldn’t get enough. Always making comments about how hot he looked and spending way longer in the shower than usual.

And when it came to Eric, Ajax was far more affectionate and thoughtful. Always giving him compliments and kisses. Always smiling when they were together and telling Eric how lucky he felt to have what they had. Hell he even bought him flowers! Something Ajax had never done before. And the sex was some of the most passionate they’d ever had. So deep and loving. Every. Single. Night. Ajax was more eager than ever to slam his cock inside Eric’s hole at any given opportunity. And to top it off Ajax seemed to have developed this worshiping kink in the last couple of days. Always wanting Eric to kiss and worship every inch of his muscular body.

All of those little things stacked together caused that tiny seed of doubt in Eric’s mind to grow into a tree that’s roots were consuming his every thought. He wanted to believe he was just overthinking it but what Mr Jenkins had said was starting to make too much sense. It was too much to have just been a coincidence. It was only lunch time but Eric decided to take the rest of the day off work for a ‘family emergency’.

Once home, Eric took a deep breath before quietly opening the front door. He was about to shout his boyfriend’s name but before he did, he heard to sound of Ajax’s voice coming from the bedroom. Curiously Eric made his way towards the bedroom as silently as possible to, trying to listen to what Ajax was saying until he was stood right outside. And what he heard sent shivers up his spine.

“Fuuuuck yeahh! I’ll never get tired of this young cock! God I still can’t believe how much bigger it is compared to my old one!” He moaned. “Young, dumb and hung as fuck…”

Eric’s eyes widened. Was it actually true? Without a second thought he peered his head into the bedroom to see none other than his boyfriend stood in front of a mirror bare ass naked and flexing while he stroked his cock!

“Ohhh yeah! I’m Ajax! Young fuckin muscle bull! Fuuuck I-” He cut himself short when in the corner of his eye he noticed Eric stepping into the room. “Oh-I-Ummm… Eric. I didn’t think you’d uhmmmm… be home so soon hahah…” A flustered look quickly crossing his face. “I was just-” before he could finish, Eric stopped him.

“It’s true isn’t it? Everything Mr Jenkins said. About the body swap.” Eric still didn’t quite believe it even as he was saying it but the writing was on the wall. “Or should I say everything Ajax said. Because he wasn’t really Mr Jenkins. You are.”

Ajax was silent for a moment. Unsure of how to respond until he finally let out a long sigh. “Eric. Let me explain.”

———

After their massive fight, Ajax had stormed out of the house with a fury in his eyes. Slamming the door behind him as he left get some air and get away Eric. He didn’t have a plan as to where he was going so he ended up just pacing up and down the street for over half an hour with a sour look on his face.

Mr Jenkins had been sitting in his living room watching TV at the time. He had a perfect view to the window looking out onto the street, allowing him to notice Ajax passing back and forth as he paced. Seeing this, he went out to investigate what was wrong. When Ajax next passed Jenkins’ house, the old man stopped him and asked what was the matter. Ajax was resistant at first but when Mr Jenkins offered him inside to chat, he gave in and took the sweet old man up on his offer.

They sat down at the kitchen table and immediately Ajax began to rant about Eric. Listing off each and every little thing he hated about his spouse. All the little habits that annoyed him, all the irritating things he would do or say. However Mr Jenkins’ found it hard to emphasise. Impossible even. Most of the things Ajax was listing off were such minor things that he seemed to be blowing out of proportion while other things were just plain stupid like complaining about how Eric didn’t fold and put away the clothes exactly how Ajax wanted after doing the washing. It was moronic to say the least. But what Mr Jenkins really hated was how much Ajax blatantly insulted Eric as he listed these things off. Calling him all sorts of horrible things while dragging his name through the mud.

It was then Mr Jenkins made a decision. It was something he’d wanted to do so badly for a very long time now. Ever since Ajax moved in across the road with Eric. Until now he didn’t have the courage to do it, believing he’d feel too guilty if he did. But now that he’d seen Ajax’s true colours, he had no regrets.

Jenkins excused himself from the table to make a cup of tea while asking Ajax if he wanted a drink of any kind. The young hunk said he’d take a cup of tea as well. Little did he know that as Jenkins brewed the tea, he added a little something extra into Ajax’s cup.

He came back moments later with two hot cups in hand, offering one the Ajax who took it kindly. They chatted a little more as the drinks cooled, Ajax’s going on some more about his petty frustrations with Eric. But soon enough the handsome younger man picked up his beverage and began to sip away at it, much to Mr Jenkins delight. Little did Ajax know that his tea had been laced with a mild sedative that was gradually starting to take effect as he came to the last few sips.

“Sorry… I’m just feelin a bit… tired all of a sudden…” Ajax slurred as he put down the cup. “I should… probably…” He could hardly finish his sentence as his eyes started to flutter. Seeing this Mr Jenkins got up from his seat to grab Ajax, making sure he didn’t fall to the floor. “Heyyy… whaaat’re youuu…” His words and mind trailed off as his body went limp, losing consciousness.

Jenkins knew he didn’t have long. The sedative might’ve knocked him out but it wouldn’t be for long. A big guy like Ajax would probably begin to wake in about an hour or so tops meaning he had to work fast. Jenkins used what little strength he had to move Ajax off the kitchen chair as gently as possible before dragging his sleeping body down the hallway and into the bedroom.

Right away Jenkins got to work. He started by unlocking the hidden safe he kept in his closet and pulled out a very old looking piece of paper. Written on it were instructions. Instructions for a forbidden magic spell that’d been passed down through his family for generations. One that’d been used many times by his spiritual ancestors. A body swapping spell.

He set up everything he needed like candles before making a circle out of magic runes around himself and Ajax. Once that was done he took a sedative himself, one that was slightly stronger and was likely to kick in very soon so there was no time to waste. He got in position and took a deep breath before taking the paper once again and reading out the ancient incantation inscribed on it. Speaking the forbidden words with as much chest as he could, trying not to lose his focus as he noticed the runes around them both begin to glow. His old heart beating faster with anticipation until finally he reached the last line.

He shouted those final words to complete the spell and in an instant the runes glowed brighter than ever before, creating some kind of magical bubble around the two men. Yet before Jenkins could even celebrate his success his body began to convulse and moments later his soul was forced out through his mouth as a glowing blue mass, leaving his elderly body limp and lifeless. This was shortly followed by the unconscious Ajax writhing around as well until a similar blue mass of spiritual energy was forced out of his mouth too!

The two energies twirled around one another for a moment until they formed into a ghostly version of the people they belonged to. A ghostly Ajax who seemed lost for words and a ghostly Mr Jenkins who was grinning at him maliciously, knowing what was going to happen next. Magic continued to pulse around the pair as their spiritual forms began to transform. Mr Jenkins’ ghost started to look younger and hunkier by the second while Ajax’s ghost grew older and withered. Only coming to an end when their souls had completely transformed into one another!

Now that Jenkins had become Ajax in soul, the only thing left was to take his physical body. After the transformation was complete their souls returned to their orb like states, spinning around each other again before launching into the open mouths of the opposite bodies they started in.

With that the magic of the spell dissipated without a trace, leaving nothing but silence. For about ten minutes anyway as that’s when ‘Ajax’ began to stir.

He groaned. His body felt heavy and tired due to the sedatives that were in his system. Yet the moment he caught sight of his body, his eyes shot open with wonder. “Haha! Yes it worked! It actually fucking worked!” Jenkins shouted and raved as he reached down to feel the strong pecs underneath his shirt with a malicious grin.

The young stud practically leapt onto his feet with excitement, moving faster and more freely than he had in years! He wasted no time in whipping off his shirt and dumping it on the floor so he could get a better look at his body and he wasn’t disappointed. “Jesus this boy is in good shape.” He mumbled as he ran a hand down the cobbled abs that decorated his stomach. “I was nowhere near as buff as this the last time I was this young.” He added, while flexing his new biceps for the first time and watching with wonder as the muscle peaked. “Fuuuck… I feel so strong!”

Every inch of his body was bulging with powerful muscle. All of it waiting to be flexed and groped. And that’s exactly what he did. Running his hands up and down his entire frame as he kicked off Ajax’s shorts. Squeezing his new pecs and pinching his nipples. Kissing his biceps as they bulged. Flexing his glutes and loving just how tight his new muscle ass felt. Not to mention how taut his skin was now. “God I’m sooo young!” He moaned as he grabbed his crotch. His new and improved cock already standing at attention and waiting to be used. “Gotta… cum!”

Jenkins shimmied down his underwear to set his vigorous new dick free. It looked gorgeous. He never thought he’d see a cock this beautiful in person ever again. And it was his! So thick and imposing just like the rest of his body. Without a single thought he wrapped a hand around it and started jerking while continuing to groping himself with his free hand.

“Oh fuuuuuuckkk! I haven’t been this rock hard in decades!” He bit his lip, pumping his young fat cock more furiously than he had in years while cupping his muscle tits and feeling their weight sit in his hand. Worshipping himself as much as humanly possible whilst moaning in his deep yet youthful voice. The sound of which only turned him on even more.

With the tremendous speed at which he was jerking, he could already tell he was starting to get close. His heavy new balls were welling up with a huge potent load. But he needed to see himself before he came. And so he glanced around the room until his eyes landed on a small mirror sitting on the bedside table. He made his way over and flipped it around to face him and the reflection that stared back almost made him cream on the spot.

“Holy fuck! I’m a hunk! My hair is so dark… and my face is so fuckin sexy!” It was taking his brain a moment to process it all. The unfamiliar reflection of a different man. He inspected the short beard that decorated his face, rubbing a hand across it while getting a feel for his new jaw. Allowing his fingers to gently glide across his lips and over his nose. Relishing how smooth his skin was. Hardly a wrinkle in sight. He inspected each individual feature with a growing lust.

“I’m Ajax…” He muttered to himself. Feeling a shiver of delight run up his spine as he said those words.

“I’m Ajax!” He repeated the claim, louder this time as he took a step back to really focus on his cock. Tightening his grip around it before hastening his pace. The thick manhood began to dribble significant amounts of precum from its tip. Just the feeling of it was overwhelming his senses in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Youthful lust consuming him.

“I’M AJAX!!!” He shouted one final time with certainty and the second he did the floodgates opened. His cock was like a cum hose, firing his potent seed halfway across the room in powerful bursts. All while he moaned like a horny beast. “Ohhhhhhh Yeahhhhhhh…” He made sure to squeeze every last drop out of his dick, watching with satisfaction as it pulsed and leaked.

The new Ajax fell back onto the bed behind him in exhaustion. Laying out his model of a body in all its sweaty glory after the hottest and most intense orgasm of his life. “My fuckin… body now…” he grunted between laboured breaths. After that he was certain he had no regrets.

He sat back up after a couple minutes once he’d caught his breath before looking down at his new body again. Eyes scanning over the strong muscle he’d stolen for himself. His gaze then shifted across the room, peering over at his former body. “Probably got a couple hours before he wakes up after that sedative.” He theorised. “More than enough time to get a bit more familiar with my new self before going to see my new boyfriend.” Ajax snickered.

Just then however his nose caught a whiff of a strong manly scent. A scent that very quickly drew his nose towards his own sweaty armpits. “Woof! That is ripe!” He quickly went in for another sniff before running his tongue along his damp pit. “Uhooo that’s goood.” Not wasting any time he quickly switched to the other pit, sniffing and licking that one too. Instantly having fallen in love with his own musk. And who could blame him!? He smelt like a proper manly muscle stud! “I should probably still get a shower before seeing Eric… but until then I’m gonna enjoy this.” He grinned.

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“And once I was more familiar with this body, I got dressed again and made my way back here. That’s when I apologised to you in his place.” The new Ajax finished, having detailed most of what’d happened to the former Ajax as he and Eric sat side by side on the bed. He seemed sincere about it all but it was hard for Eric to tell while Ajax’s dick was still pulsing at full mast. He even touched it a couple times absentmindedly while describing what’d happened.

It was a lot for Eric to take in. Even though he’d been thinking about it over these past few days, actually hearing Ajax admit that he wasn’t the real Ajax was maddened to hear. Especially as he detailed exactly how it’d gone down. On one hand it sounded completely absurd. Yet on the other hand he couldn’t help believing it. There was no denying that Ajax had a completely different energy around him now. Even though he looked the same on the outside, he’d just felt different. And now Eric knew why.

“So… you’re Mr Jenkins. The old man who’s lived across from us for years.” Eric said as he tried to process it all.

“I was Mr Jenkins.” The musclebound stud corrected. “Now I’m your hunky boyfriend Ajax.” He smiled hesitantly before gently wrapping an arm around Eric and pulling him closer. “The difference being that I actually appreciate you and this life we have unlike the former owner of this body.”

Eric mulled over all the stuff this man had described to him, specifically all the horrible things his original boyfriend had said when he wasn’t around. He had to admit it sounded exactly like the Ajax he knew. At least when it came to complaining about all those little things anyway. But all those horrible names? The way he blamed Eric for everything? It made him wanna cry.

“But wait. How do you know so much about Ajax and me then?? Have you been spying on us all these years?” Eric questioned.

Ajax chuckled at the accusation. “No no no. Nothing like that. If anything I’ve tried to keep my distance from you two. I always thought you were a hot couple and I was a little obsessed with Ajax’s body. That said I didn’t want to seem like the creepy neighbour you know?” He explained before continuing on. “No, the reason I know so much is because the swap also transfers a bunch of memories as well. It was really strange at first. I was remembering things about Ajax that I’d never experienced despite my memories claiming I had. Like the first time I went skiing a few years back and ended up falling dozens of times before getting right. I know that I didn’t do that but because the old Ajax did, it feels like I did it as well. Same goes for most other memories. It’s pretty handy for convincing people that I’m the real deal honestly. Hell it took you about five days to figure it out and that was after that asshole came here screaming and shouting about body swaps!” He laughed again while pulling Eric closer joyously.

“Fuck… I don’t know what to say.” Eric mumbled. “Part of me wants to feel bad that you trapped him in your old body but at the same time he’d been turning into such an asshole recently. If he really said all that stuff about me to you then… I dunno” He sighed, hiding his face in his palms. “I wanna be mad at you for tricking me and pretending to be him but…”

“But I’m better?” Ajax finished. “A better man than he ever was?” He got up and stood tall over Eric with a cocky yet irresistible look on his face. Putting his hands on his hips while proudly displaying his nude body. “Come on. Haven’t these last few days been proof enough of that?”

“Y-yeah.” Eric admitted. “These last few days have been amazing. You’re kinder than he was, more considerate, funnier, happier…” his gaze then shifted to his boyfriend's fat cock, still bucking between his legs excitedly. “Better at sex…”

“Exactly! Don’t you see? This is for the best!” Ajax claimed as he took a step closer. “I get to have a strong, handsome new body and you get a boyfriend who treats you the way you deserve to be treated.” He placed a hand gently on Eric’s cheek. “And fucks you the way you deserve to be fucked.” A thick glob of precum dribbled from his cock, making him feel like such a stud.

Eric did his best not to drool at the sight, trying to keep a level head in the moment. “I… uhmm…” He took a deep breath to compose himself. “But you stole most of his life. Isn’t that wrong?” He shuffled slightly while trying to look at the moral side of all this.

Ajax smiled softly. “Look. You said it yourself, the old Ajax was an asshole. He was horrible to you and was probably going to continue being horrible to other people. Do you really think a person like that deserved a body and life like this? Or you for that matter?” The body snatcher argued. “Besides at the end of the day what’s done is done. The spell I used is a once in a lifetime kinda deal. I couldn’t swap with him again or anyone else even if I wanted. I’m Ajax forever now. Full stop.”

Eric took a moment to let it all sink in. Part of him still wanted to feel bad but the other part of him was strangely grateful. Grateful that his cold hearted boyfriend had been switched out for a much superior version. It was a lot to take in but the more he thought about it, the more he began to imagine himself and staying with this new Ajax. No more constant arguing or toxicity. Instead being a happy and healthy couple that truly loves one another. And for the first time in a while Eric could actually see a possible future where he marries this man…

“Good.” Eric stated, standing up and facing Ajax with a glimmer in his eye that the other man couldn’t quite decipher. “You’re right. He didn’t deserve this body. But you fucking do.” He reached out and gave one of Ajax’s biceps a squeeze whilst planting a kiss on one of his pecs. “You deserve all of his muscles. You deserve his stupidly handsome face. And most of all you deserve his fat cock!” With one swift movement, Eric gripped Ajax’s throbbing dick, causing the hunk to flinch and grunt slightly. Then without a moment to waste he pushed Ajax back down onto the bed. The stud looked equal parts surprised and amused.

“Ohoho! Where did this come from??” He questioned after witnessing the sudden shift in Eric’s attitude. Not that he was complaining as he watched Eric swiftly begin to undress.

“What can I say? The thought of the pervy old man from across the street stealing my boyfriend’s hot young body is starting to turn me on.” Discarding the last of his clothes, Eric hopped onto the bed before crawling on top of Ajax until that thick cock he loved so much as nestled perfectly between his ass cheeks. Did he still feel bad for the original Ajax? A little. But if what his new boyfriend said was true then there was no going back anyway. But even if they could, why would he want to go back to having a terrible boyfriend that was probably going to dump him when he could have this instead?

Ajax grinned. “Well I certainly ain’t old anymore.” He reached down and grabbed his stiff manhood and lined it up with Eric’s hungry hole. “I’m young, dumb and full. of. cum.” With that he plunged his cock deep inside causing the couple to let out a unified groan.

“Oh GOD yes!” Eric wailed just as he always did when he took that dick and even more so these last few days. Resting his hands on Ajax’s hairy pecs as he tossed his head back, feeling the entire length filling him up.

“Pervy on the other hand? Maybe just a little.” The hunk continued with a smirk before grabbing his lover’s head and pulling his face down until Eric’s nose went into one of Ajax’s pits. Forcing Eric to get a good whiff of his hunky scent while Ajax began moving his hips slightly.

“Mmmmmmmm… yeahhh!” Eric moaned as he finally pulled away from the sweaty pit. “I wish you’d done that sooner. I’ve always had a thing for his musk but he never let me smell his pits like that…”

“Heheh. I thought about it but I didn’t wanna give myself away.” Ajax admitted while reaching down and grabbing Eric's ass with both hands, using his strength to bounce the other man rhythmically on his cock. “But now that you know, I can share all my dirty little secrets with you.”

“Oh? Secrets like what?” Eric wondered.

A mischievous grin spread across Ajax’s face. “Well. I said that I couldn't use that spell to swap with anyone again. But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t use it…” He continued thrusting upwards into the bouncing ass above, feeling that tight hole clenching around his cock with desire. “Not that you have to if you’re happy the way you are. But I’m just saying… it’s an option.”

Eric almost couldn’t believe it. Swapping bodies with someone else? Already his mind was swarming with possibilities. He wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to give up his own body or not but he had to admit the idea of becoming someone else sounded thrilling! A celebrity? An athlete? Or maybe even just a hot guy he happens to pass by on the street!? The potential was limitless. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind…”

With that the couple lent in and gave each other a deep kiss before really getting to business. Eric grinding his ass down against Ajax’s dick while the other man use all of his might to thrust up as far as he could. Before long they found themselves manuvouring onto their sides with Ajax now taking up most of the responsibility. Slamming in as deep as possible to make sure he really punished Eric’s prostate with every thrust. But finally they ended up changing positions again with Eric face down on the bed, gripping onto the bed sheets for dear life, as Ajax plunged down into him from above. Utilising every ounce of power his strong jock body had to ruin his lover's welcoming hole. The wet sound of balls smacking filling the room along with seemingly endless moaning until Ajax’s load finally began to well up.

“Ohhh fuck! I’m gonna BLOW!” He warned as his thrusts became infrequent followed by a lengthy groan as he slammed down one last time.

Right away Eric could feel his insides being splattered with seed. The walls of his ass were painted in so much thick cum that it started to leak out around Ajax’s cock and drip onto the bed below before he’d even had a chance to pull out.

After a minute or so Ajax wetly dislodged himself from the hole before collapsing to the side of Eric. “You have no idea how good it feels to have sex like that again.” He mumbled through heavy breaths. “Last time I was this young, being out and gay wasn’t so simple. I found it difficult to get hook ups, never mind relationships…”

Eric smiled, looking over at his boyfriend as he felt the cum drooling from his hole. “All the more reason to make up for it now right?” He guided a cheeky hand towards Ajax’s backside before giving his gorgeous bubble ass a playful squeeze. “You know I always wondered what it would be like to stick my cock inside his ass for a change.” He hinted. “The old Ajax always said he was an exclusive top who never wanted anything near his ass… This newer, and obviously far superior, Ajax wouldn’t happen to have a slightly different opinion on that now would he?”

Ajax was silent for a moment. He mulled over what Eric was so obviously hinting towards before turning his head slightly and letting out a small sigh. “Fine. But get plenty of lube. You’re really gonna have to work me open. It’s gonna be a tight squeeze.”

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Miss These Bro?

(Original story posted September 10th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

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“Miss these bro?” My younger step brother Calvin taunted me. After having caught me staring, he’d pulled up his tight tank top to reveal those massive meaty pecs he’d stolen from me. Fuck… they were so huge.

It all started just over a month ago when an insane worldwide cosmic event took place. When it occurred people from all over the globe inexplicably swapped bodies! Most commonly people found they’d switched with those who were nearby when the event took place. Neighbours, family members, coworkers etc. It’d been all over the news recently with everyone trying to come to terms with their new bodies and identities. People online seem to have dubbed it ‘The Great Shift’. There were a few other names but that was the main one.

I was sitting on the couch watching TV when it happened. One second I was watching football and suddenly my vision got all blurry. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in Calvin's bedroom at his desk with one of his favourite PC games playing in front of me. Immediately I jumped out of my seat to find myself wearing Calvin’s clothes. Even more noticeable however was how small and frail I felt. One glance down at my body swiftly confirmed that all the muscle I’d spent years growing in the gym was completely gone, replaced by a skinny frame that didn’t look as though it’d ever even seen a dumbbell. I had no idea how at the time but I was in my little step brother’s body! I was in shock, not knowing how to even react. That is until he heard some strange sounds coming from downstairs…

I exited Calvin’s bedroom and made my way down the stairs and towards the living room cautiously. My heart was already going a mile a minute and what I saw next practically blew my mind. It was me! Or at least it was my body. He was standing in the middle of the room checking himself out and squeezing his muscles. My muscles!! Grunting with my voice as he admired himself.

“Calvin?…” I asked hesitantly. His attention instantly shot towards me like a deer caught in headlights.

“B-Brett? I uhmm… what happened?! One minute I was in my room and then I was down here!…” He said as his arms dropped swiftly to his sides.

An incredibly guilty look crossed his face… my face? I could hardly wrap my head around it. Seeing my own body from the outside like this was trippy as hell. I never realised just how huge I was. All the muscle straining against those tight clothes. Maybe I just felt small in Calvin’s body but my real body looked like a proper stud! And I could only guess Calvin thought the same judging by how he’d been feeling himself up moments ago.

It wasn’t long before we learned that we weren’t the only ones and that The Great Shift had seemingly affected most adults around the world. It was somewhat relieving to know that we weren’t the only ones but I couldn’t help feeling frustrated nonetheless. Who wouldn’t? Nobody seemed to know why the hell this had happened and nobody knew how to reverse it. I didn’t want to be stuck in my younger step bro’s skinny ass body! I felt so weak and tiny. I’d worked so damn hard for the body I had and now Calvin got to reap all the benefits!? What kind of sick joke is that??

Yet no matter how much I hated the swap, Calvin loved it all the more. He was a bit more subtle about it at first. Checking himself out a little every now and then but played it cool when he was around me. However as the weeks went by and it started to seem as though we might be stuck this way forever, the subtly soon wore off. Calvin began shamelessly flexing the muscles I spent years building around me all the time. Going on about how amazing it felt to be in my body and how strong he was now. Whenever I told him to stop he’d just smirk at me and show off even more. Taking off his shirt usually and bouncing the pecs I used to own. He just loved rubbing it in my face. He even started calling me his little bro instead, saying it didn’t make sense to call me his big bro anymore all things considered.

I hated it at first. Being forced to sit and watch everyday as Calvin enjoyed my body. But one day something changed. He’d stopped by a mirror to check out what should’ve been my reflection, as he did most days, admiring my features and muscles. Then he glanced at me.

“You know, I was always jealous of how handsome you were, Brett. I’ll admit, I used to wish that one day I’d look as good as you…” After one final flex he turned to me with a huge grin on the face he’d stolen from me. “Guess my wish came true huh!?” He stuck out his tongue while grabbing his bulge with one hand and flexing his other arm. “Fuuuck. I think I’m gonna go jack off in my room. See ya little bro.” Calvin said crudely as he made his way towards the stairs before pausing. “Oh and don’t come in my room unless you want me to beat your ass.” He laughed. That’s exactly what I always used to tell him.

I should’ve been angry. Livid even. And yet more than anything… I was horny. I couldn’t explain it but seeing him show off my body like he owned it and grabbing what should’ve been my bulge… it turned me on so much! Luckily this dick was pretty small so he didn’t notice my growing erection or how it jumped when he said he was gonna jerk off with my dick. It shouldn’t have sounded so hot but it did!

From there on I started fantasising about my own body and the way Calvin used it. Pretending to hate how he flexed his biceps in my face after getting home from the gym only for me to rub one out to it later. Always staring at his thick muscled body when he wasn’t looking, especially when he was shirtless. Wishing I could just reach out and squeeze all that muscle I used to own. It’d even gotten so bad that I began to notice how he usually left the bedroom door open a crack. Just enough for me to peek inside and watch as he gripped what was once my fat cock and groan to himself as he pumped it. Mumbling about how much he loved my body and cock until he busted a huge load over himself. All the while I watched and jerked what should’ve been his little dick outside the door.

That brings us back to the present. I’m still trying to act angry about the switch, and I am to a degree, but it’s been difficult with how flustered I get whenever I see Calvin now. He just wears my buff body so damn well. He always knows exactly what to wear to show it off. No surprise considering he spent hours upon hours trying on all my clothes. That’s why now I just couldn’t stop staring at his chest. That tank top was so fucking tight on those gorgeous pecs. I didn’t realise how obvious my gaze was until he turned to me with that same cocky smirk and lifted up his tank top to reveal his huge pecs.

“Miss these bro?” He chuckled before bouncing his huge tits a little for me. I felt as though I was being mesmerised by my own pecs… and it was working! My mouth went dry as I was unable to pull my eyes away for even a second. “Why don’t you get over here give em a feel.” He beckoned, tempting me to come closer.

I tried to resist but in the end it just couldn’t help myself. I jumped up from where I was sat and made my way over to him as he pulled off the tank top and tossed it on the ground. He grabbed his chest a little, hefting and squeezing the huge muscle as if he were advertising it to me. Fuck… those pecs looked so damn heavy. I didn’t appreciate them enough when they belonged to me. Maybe… I could appreciate them more now?

Soon enough I was stood before him, trying not to drool at the sight of my former body. I raised my hands hesitantly, ready to grope those juicy watermelon sized muscle tits. Before I had a chance to grab them however Calvin gripped the back of my head and shoved my head right in between the thick mounds of muscle! I grunted in shock as he made sure to hold me tight. Even my groans were muffled as my face was completely smooshed between his pecs. Though my shock soon faded as I inhaled his scent and quickly realised just how intoxicating it felt to be squished between my former tits. Before long he didn’t even have to hold me anymore. I kept my face firmly between his huge muscle tits of my own will before using my hands to grip them from the side and squash my face even more!

“That’s it. Gooood boy. Worship me little bro.” He cooed down at me with my own voice.

Suddenly it felt as though all the pent up attraction I had towards my former body and the way Calvin commanded it had been unleashed. I started planting kisses all over his pecs and stomach while groping him all over. I licked and kissed his huge biceps before digging my nose into his pits. I got on my knees and worshipped his massive thighs and calves. Even going as far as to nuzzle my face into his bulge, feeling how hard my former cock was getting, as I reached around and squeezed his jock butt. The same butt I’d spent countless gym sessions building. I wanted so badly to pull down those tight shorts and let that familiar cock flop out but he stopped me before I could.

“Don’t get greedy. You’ll have to earn that.” He bounced his pecs a little for me instead. “Why don’t you come back up here and worship these a little more first.”

I didn’t hesitate. I hopped back up onto my feet in seconds and made my way back up his torso. Kissing along his waist and stomach until I finally reached those glorious tits again. The ones I’d spent years building. I didn’t waste a second and immediately got to groping and squeezing them again. Worshipping them exactly as he instructed. I just couldn’t get enough! My eyes locked onto his nipples. I needed to suck on them so badly. I practically dove towards his right nipple but before I could wrap my lips around it, Calvin grabbed me face by the cheeks and forced me to look up at him. To look up at my former face. It felt like torture with all this teasing!

“Not so fast.” He sniggered while locking eyes with me. “First you’ve gotta admit who I am, Calvin.”

I shivered as he called me by his name. With that I knew exactly what he wanted to hear and for a moment it snapped me back to reality. What was I doing? Worshipping and kissing my own body? We were fucking step brothers for crying out loud!? We might not have been blood related but this was still some seriously messed up shit. So why the hell was I so hard right now? Why the hell did I want nothing more than to stay in my little brother’s scrawny body so he could keep showing off all my hard earned muscle?! I should be pissed but…

“You’re my big bro…” I mumbled.

“Mhm. And what’s my name?”

“Brett.” I gave in, calling him by my name just as he’d called me by his. I felt so defeated but I was so driven by lust that I couldn't help myself.

With a content look on his face the new Brett let me go and the second he did I latched onto his nipples. Sucking on it like there was no tomorrow. This was it. He’d beaten me. This is what he wanted from the moment we swapped. That’s why he was always teasing me. That’s why he always left his sweaty gym clothes around for me to find. That’s why he always left his bedroom door open a crack while he was jerking off. I guess all I could do now was accept it. Assuming The Great Shift was permanent, we’re gonna be stuck like this forever. Might as well stop fighting it and just give into my urges… after all, he does wear that body better than I did.

“Now if you agree to tell everyone that we somehow switched back and that I’m the real Brett then I might even let you suck my dick. How’s that sound?” He proposed. Just the idea of getting to suck that dick was driving me mad. Needless to say I agreed without hesitation.

Brett pulled his phone out of his shorts and took a quick photo of me sucking on his nipples. I didn’t care though. All I wanted was to suck and squeeze. Little did I know he was sending the pic to his best friend Alex who’d also landed himself in a hot new body also.

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Image Sent

— See! I told you it’d work. He can’t keep his hands off me! —

— Holy shit. I can’t believe you actually pulled that off dude! —

— Yup. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist these huge muscle tits eventually. Even if they were his a month ago 😜 —

— Well I’m glad to hear it all worked out for you man! A lot of people have been struggling with The Great Swap or whatever they’re calling it —

— Not you though I hear. You’ve got a new acting gig tomorrow right? —

— Oh yeah! This new body has been doing wonders for me. I’ve been offered jobs left and right! I still can’t believe it honestly —

— I guess we’re just lucky to have landed ourselves a couple of hunk huh? —

— You got that right. Well I’ll leave you and your little step brother to have some fun —

— Hahaha thanks dude! Ttyl —

———

[secret69691]

Break Out

"Psst! Hey! Hey, Red!"

I tossed my ginger curls out of my face, looking up at the fellow detainee across from me. ‘Red...’ such a dumb fuckin’ line, everyone drops it thinking they’re the cleverest person in the room. I have red hair, hardy har, so people call me Red, tee hee, give me a break.

He’s short, maybe a hair over 5’6”, but a fireplug of a man. Sure, darker blonde, but a fireplug. Even in his baggy clothes, I could tell that he was pretty beefy, like in a got a little too into juicing after high school kind of way.

“What’ll it be, Yellow…” I mumbled back.

He shoots me a weird look. I mime at my hair. He narrows his eyes and shakes away the confusion.

"Give me 50 pounds!"

I shot him an even weirder look than he gave me, and he just gestured back and forth to me and himself excitedly, with both of his wrists tied together with the thick, industry standard zip ties that the pigs always carry around by the dozen at protests.

“What?”

“Jss—Fuckin’ give me 50! I’ll get us outta here!”

“… Pounds.”

“Yeah, c’mon!”

I scoffed, “You can eat 50 lbs of shit.”

“Dude, just—ARGH, just say it, man! Trust me! You can spare it, you’re a big dude! Look, I promise I’ll get us out of here.”

He wasn’t wrong, I probably weighed the same as him. Sure, on a frame easily half a hoot taller than him, but I’ve paid my dues at the alter of vain size building. Anything to at least minimize the amount of ginger jokes I had to endure in school. Thanks a lot, South Park… Wait, 50 lbs of…?

“50 lbs of what then?”

“You, dude! Muscle, size! C’mon dude, we gotta be quick!”

Great, stuck in holding, again, with another horny tweaker, again. It’s like I’m a magnet for this type of shit.

“You want 50 lbs of muscle from me, huh? What, you’re gonna Superman your way outta here?”

“W—I mean, kinda,” he chuckled and shrugged as I rolled my eyes with a grin. I had to admit, Yellow was charming, in a dorky, too much adrenaline kind of way. “And ‘our’ way outta here, man!… C’mon, I’ll give it right back! Trust me, like, we were at the same protest, we’re already on the same team?”

I chuckled behind my grin, “Even you gotta admit that turned into a little more than a protest.”

He shrugged again behind a smirk, “No justice, no peace.”

I outwardly laughed this time. I scratched my knee with my wrists bound together, feeling my forearm graze against the slight chub I was forming. This guy’s clearly got a few screws loose but his charisma was undeniable. Was it because he was built to exactly my type? Whatever, may as well play along, we were likely going to be spending the next few hours together in holding.

He caught me studying him, and opened his palms upwards and raised his eyebrows in a game show host imitation.

I snorted, “Fine, Yellow. You can have 50 lbs of my muscle. Now, how a—!”

My breath caught in my throat and my jaw shot open as I sucked a whooping gasp, my fists clenching and my shoulders tensing up, my abs knotted up and my hips thrusted forward like I was yanked by lasso.

The moment the words left my mouth, I was instantly, fully, throbbingly rock hard. My dick was pulling like an iron rod towards him, making my sweats tent in a way I didn’t know the fabric was capable of handling. In my dizzy, star-spangled vision, I could see the same was true for Yellow. He was similarly tensed and flexed, but smiling widely and dumbly with droopy orgasmic eyes and seemed to be experiencing it much more relaxed way than I was.

He panted quietly, “Don’t worry, dude, it’s just the connection being made, you’re gonna love th—HOOOOOO!!”

It must have hit him the same moment it hit me—it felt like a massive, pillowy, slobbering set of lips smooched down onto my mushroom head, tightly forced itself down the length of my shaft, and began thirstily sucking me off! I continued with my shuddering gasps as he gritted his teeth and hissed with his eyes pinched shut, shushing me as he did, so as to… what? Not alert the pigs making calls and typing up reports? I felt like I was going zero to ten in seconds, on the very verge of busting!

Then as I was gonna bust, the wildest sensation imaginable hit me. It felt like thick, oozing, orgasmic energy like mound after mound of warm, lubricated meat was being sucked directly out of my shaft. I looked down at the throbbing tent in my sweats to get an eye of what was happening, but I would only see my mushroom head flaring over and over again, catching an eye of Yellow’s doing the same through the fabric of his pants.

As the energy shot out of my shaft towards him, I could feel what could only be described as levitating. It felt like my body was becoming lighter and lighter and lighter, with pulse after orgasmic pulse. I rolled my eyes back with lustful, dumb laughter, feeling like I could float away. With each pulse, I could feel my clothes breathing gusts of air out around my neck, arms, waist, and feet as they settled loosely on my smaller frame. As I felt my height shrink considerably, I looked down with a dumb giggle as I watched my cock throb, then thin, throb, then shorten, throb, throb, throb, then—

I pinched my eyes shut and yelped involuntarily as finally came. And came. Shit, and came some more! I swear to god I’d never had an orgasm last as long as it did. Plus, judging by the warm soupy feeling in my boxer briefs, I shot more than I think I ever had!

Then—and at this point I knew I had to be going insane—because then? Yellow was… changing.

He kept his breaths heavy but his volume low as I watched his entire body pulse, and pulse. With each consecutive pulse, his stature stretched taller, his frame stretch wider, and—

“Hhuurrrrrnnnnngg…” he arched his back with a gurgling, euphoric growl, clearly also involuntary, since he’d been such a nag about our volume, as he continued to pulse like a giant heart, only this time his muscles appeared to be joining in on the action. They swelled thicker and broader under his increasingly tightening clothes, the ones that were seconds ago basically hanging on him like a tent, making them audibly stretch and become deliciously tighter. I heard the leather of his boots creak and I watched as they appeared to inflate from within as his thighs and claves rounded with size. He gurgled again as his torso, chest, and abs widened and grew and his throat thickened, making each button down his henley pop, pop… pop pop pop down to reveal his chiseled cleavage.

He seemed to hurry now, his breath quickening, as he rushed his bound hands down to his buckle. As he did, his job was made more difficult by his expanding, bulging arms, each snaking with angry chords of veiny muscle, as he frantically undid his belt. He threw his too-tight zipper down, quickly dug in, and liberated his throbbing boyfriend cock. Ah, so he clearly knew what was coming—the sexy fucker could’ve at least warned me.

“MMMPFF, MMPF, MMMNuuhh…” he lightly moaned behind tight lips as I watched his dick bloom outwards and upwards, encouraged by his bucking hips, lifting higher and thicker into the air like a flower searching for sun, until he—! He gasped in a quick breath as he leaned over, making his bench groan under his new weight, as he erupted thick squirting volleys of cum onto the floor adjacent to us.

Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat… Splat. I watched each load shoot out of him in disbelief. Both obviously at the quantity and also what had just been shared—or exchanged—between us in… Well shit, now that the haze from my orgasm was clearing, it couldn’t have been more than 10 seconds since those last words left my lips to now! Now we were both left in a panting fog, the room saturated with our stink, as he finally started to tuck away his fresh donkey dick.

He glanced over at the splatters on the floor he’d made, “Sorry about that,” he muttered, struggling to zip up his pants. “Didn’t want to… y’know, soak my shorts.” He nodded at my sweats—not overtly soaked themselves but threatening to start showing signs, if my overflowing briefs were any indication—and laughed a bit, wincing as he slowly forced his zipper up, doubtlessly strangling his now-sizable package.

I huffed out a laugh along with him, “What—..” I swallowed dryly, hearing the cracks in my voice. “What did you d—?”

“No time, we gotta bounce,” he grinned with a rich, cocky baritone.

He stood up. And up, and up, towering over his former stature. Yellow’s face pinched with effort as I watched his arms flex angrily.

“RRRNNnngg,” Yellow grunted with an animalistic huff. I swear I could hear his guns tightening like rope! With a sharp “NTCCHuuuh…” and an accompanying defeated *SNIP!* the industrial strength zip tie broke like it was made of cheap plastic. He looked down at where it’d landed and glanced back up at me with another cocky grin.

“Well shit,” I remarked with a chuckle, panting out the last of my exhaustion from my sudden transformation. He popped his firm pecs with that cocky grin as he kneeled towards me.

He sniffed as he leaned in, “Woof! You really made a mess didn’t you?” He grinned up at me, slipping a finger then two under my zip ties. I must’ve blushed a little at the comment, because he chuckled back up at me, “No sweat Red,” He tilted his head back to the creamy puddle on the floor. We both huffed a laugh.

My “cuffs” had loosened from the transformation quite a bit. Still not enough to slip out of, but enough for him to slip two of his thick fingers through. He grunted again and pulled until mine snapped too. He tossed mine to the floor with his and held out a hand to help me up from the bench. I accepted and he lifted me up, making me bounce on me feet a little once

I felt… Hell, I looked pretty sick actually! Had a little bit of the look I remember when I was going straight into undergrad! Minus the nubbier but wickedly more sensitive hog I was now sporting. Used to get laid constantly back then, at least way more than now. But now with gig jobs, keeping a steady gym schedule, taking care of my siblings for my deadbeat folks… Who’s got the time? But… fuck! Yellow had really worked his magic… on both of us!

“You just gonna stare?” He snapped me out of it, “Or should we get out of here?”

“Y-you lead, I guess,” holding up my sweats and briefs (being sure to clutch the briefs tightly so none of my spunk dribbled out, couldn’t handle more embarrassment) the with one hand.

He approached the door to our holding room, grateful that it was some cheap office door with a shitty lock, and quickly but forcefully pushed outwards with his boulder-like shoulders. He and I both huffed out a satisfied laugh as it gave with little of his effort, uttering only a small *crack* as the lock gave up its measly effort inside and swung open.

We hurried it to the end of the long corridor of other holding rooms until it T-intersected with another hallway, and we looked both ways. On one end of the connecting hallway, we could hear the click-clacking of keyboards, the cacophony of calls coming through too-old landlines, and the hubbub of the chatter coming from the station’s staff. On the other end, a fire exit door, with the trademark red illuminated EXIT sign over it with the machinery connected to the door that would set off the alarm once the door was opened.

He leaned in to whisper to me, “We’re gonna have to split up once that alarm goes off. You know Francisco’s?”

“The diner?” I replied back. Good old Francisco’s Diner, always there late at night when you need a ton of carbs after a night of binging. “Waaay too well, yeah I know it.”

“Let’s meet up there. 7 o’clock? Gives you about an hour to get more, uh, decent?” He chuckled back at me.

“Fuck you,” I laughed back, “Ain’t my fault I need to clean up.”

“HEY! What the hell you think you’re doing?!”

We both looked down the other end of the hall, where some fatass pig was moving towards us. Both of our hearts jumped.

“Remember, 7 o’clock, Francisco’s!” Yellow grabbed onto me and shoved me in the direction of the door. I stumbled forwards, making my way to the fire exit, looking back behind me to see Yellow give the pig a linebacker’s shove, forcing him to the floor and knocking the wind out of him, then turning to sprint the way I was going.

I pushed out of the fire exit door, momentarily blinded by the afternoon light and deafened by the accompanying ring of the alarm and bolting to the right, out of the parking lot. I only looked back once to see Yellow sprinting out of the building too, laughing out loud as he ran away from the three cops uselessly chasing after him, tripping over themselves. Thankfully with all of their attention on him, the last thing I saw before I turned the corner was him effortlessly hopping the stone fence on the other side of the parking lot.

I continued running—gliding honestly, the lighter size feeling totally abnormal but thrilling—block after block after block, until I made it to the courtyard of my building. What spunk hadn’t dried against my crotch had spilled out of my briefs and down the leg of my sweats creating a sticky, cool sensation. I checked the time on the ornate courtyard clock. 5:45. Still plenty of time to get cleaned up!

Cleaned up, plus a little exploration. Damn, I felt the same way looked: svelte and sexy as hell. My nubby cock was already greedily throbbing before I unlocked my apartment door.

———

The bell hanging above the door of Francisco’s Diner jingled as I walked in (a fashionable 20 minutes late—what the hell, I got, uhh, distracted). Of the things that would’ve fit me in my closet, I settled on a skate brand tank top I hadn’t worn since college and a pair of gym shorts, drawstring tied extra tight. All of it still hung off me, I must’ve looked emaciated.

“Ay, Red!” Yellow waved over at me from one of the booths along the window. He sported an undershirt and vest along with his own pair of gym shorts, except all of his looked way too tight, compared to my way too loose apparel. What a pair we made!

I slid into the booth, grinning and sighing, “Sorry I’m late, I—”

“Had to give it all a test run, huh?” He chuckled into his coffee mug. I shrugged with a grin. “Don’t sweat it! Meee too, man, me too. I only got here like 5 minutes ago.”

“That was crazy how you got us out of there, man. Any trouble?”

“None! Actually, once I was over the fence around the parking lot, they’d basically given up. You?”

“Not at all. Thankfully all of their attention was on you!”

“Not surprised! Can you imagine what a prize it would be for them if they caught all this? I’m lookin’ like fuckin Superman now.”

He punctuated his cocky brag with a tight flex of his guns, bursting with both his and my combined strength.

“Gotta say,” I shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee he’d ordered me. “Looks fucking good on you, dude.”

“Hey, yeah?” He raised an eyebrow with a grin, bouncing his pecs at me. “You’re looking pretty good yourself there, Red.”

We sat for a few moments sipping our mugs, the obvious horny mist between us simmering and the unspoken recognition of each of our hard-ons adding to our admiration of one another’s bodies. I had to admit, Yellow had one me over. Whether it was because of his charm, his solidarity, his magic, or his bod, the short time we’d come to know each other had caused some kind of spark to ignite.

At the moment I was going to quietly ask that we go somewhere more private, he piped up, stretching and arms and back behind him against the booth.

“Well, a promise is a promise. You ready to get your size back?”

I smiled, “That would be great... Wait, here??” I remembered the mess we made at the station. Surely a mom and pop diner like Francisco’s wouldn’t appreciate a display like that in their establishment.

“I think the bathroom might be a better option. After you,” he gestured his arm out of the booth.

I sauntered over to the bathroom located behind the counter of Francisco’s open kitchen, looking back to see if Yellow was following. He’d left a $10 on the table for our coffees plus a generous tip for the staff and was already close behind me. I opened the door to the single use bathroom, while he held the door, slapping my ass inside as we both chuckled.

I heard him click the lock of the door as I turned around, “So how are we gonna d—”

Yellow had me pinned against the sink before I could finish my question, his hard body pressed against me as his lips and tongue danced against mine, pausing only to shuck his vest off with his undershirt, as I lost my tank top. We grinded our bodies together, feeling our hard tools poking into each other’s hips as we made quick work of liberating them from our shorts. Once we were both completely of our clothes, we resumed our intense make out, each of our hands ravenously feeling up the others, gripping firm mounds of muscle here, sliding fingers down cascading backs there…

“I should thank you properly for helping us both out,” Yellow panted.

He forced me down onto the toilet seat by my shoulders, then slid his hands down my torso, then gingerly tugged at my raging nubby boner. I could see that his was a throbbing, eager railroad spike as he knelt down in front of me and leaned in to swirl his tongue around my mushroom head.

“Fucking hell, Yellow, where you been all my life?” I panted with an exhilarated gasp, running my hands through his stiff dirty blonde hair, feeling his head bob up and down on me.

He released me with a sucking *pop* and grinned up at me, “I’m Doug, by the way. Douglas, but call me Doug.” He continued his greedy assault on my cock while I gasped a few more orgasmic breaths.

“C-Curtis. I’m Curtis,” we both laughed, having only just exchanged names while his mouth was around my dick. His deep laughter reverberated splendidly inside of his mouth against my leaking glans, stuffing his mouth with my pre, without a doubt.

Releasing me once more, he looked up at me. “Hey?”

“Yeah what’s up?”

“You can have your 50 pounds back, Curtis,” he grinned then quickly buried his face back into my crotch.

It happened just as quickly and just as intensely as it did the first time. I felt the same electrifying jolt of energy shoot through me, making me groan and arch my back as I felt waves of pleasure crash into me. Now fully nude, I could see the transformation affect both of us with delicious clarity. I watched my perspective grow taller and taller, seeing and feeling my legs, arms, and torso stretch back to their normal size. “Fuuuuck yeeeeaaah,” I couldn’t help but moan as I watched my arms, legs, thighs, pecs, feet, hands, abs, fucking everywhere, throb and swell with dull, increasing pressure, flexing everything as my size returned to me. Then, feeling my balls pulse and sag, I dropped my hands to his head, gripping fistfuls of his hair, as I animalistically bucked into his mouth, feeling my meat throb, lengthen, throb, thicken, throb, lengthen, throb, thicken, deeper and deeper and deeper into Doug’s throat. He gripped my rounded, swelling ass as I gripped his head, finally feeling the dam burst as I flooded his guts with another massive serving of my seed, only causing him to gag just a few times, but still swallowing it all like a champ.

Both of us gasping with exhaustion, he stood up, his cock appearing to do some king of hiccuping motion as it shrank back. He was still shrinking in intermittent spurts, his arms deflating back to their respectable size, his pecs receding back to their typically sized mounds, his arms and legs dwindling back to their normality as he shook them out. His stature had diminished back to his short king height, and I could tell my the quickening of his cock’s hiccuping motions that the last part was coming. I reached out with both hands to tug his shrinking tool and massage his balls, hearing him whine/moan as his hips bucked with my motions. Very soon after, he erupted several copious volleys at me, splattering against my arms, my pecs, and my upper chest.

He collapsed onto me with exhaustion, his thick thighs and massive ass resting on top of my thighs, both of us panting in the orgasmic fog we’d created as he leaned his smaller self against my larger. His seed squished between our heaving, panting chests as he and I wrapped arms around each other to make out again.

Doug was unlike anyone I’d ever been with… Shit, by a long shot. And it’s crazy how much, though unspoken, he and I were both into this whole size play thing. Hell, I could spend way more time yo-yo’ing with him, seeing how big we could really make him. Creating a gym schedule with him so we could both add more mass to ourselves and go even crazier with this gift of his. Tricking assholes to loan him some of their size so he could turnaround and dump it all into me.

As we made out more in the bathroom of Francisco’s Diner, the whole room reeking of our sex and humid with our effort, I knew that our unlikely but fortuitous relationship was only just beginning.

[secret69691]

BetterShirts

(Original story posted August 21st 2023) This story has been Updated!

“Holy crap! Your tits are even bigger than before!” Matty exclaimed as he reached out and grabbed one of Sarah’s huge new pecs. He couldn’t help giving it a firm squeeze. He adored how soft the muscle felt while knowing damn well those pecs could become hard as rock with a single flex.

“They must’ve given me one of the men’s shirts by mistake.” Sarah huffed, looking down at her new muscle bound body. Her gay best friend was obviously enthralled by her strong masculine form. “I’m surprised my leggings haven’t ripped yet with how big my thighs are…” She added, glancing down at the tight fabric that now strained across her muscular legs. Not to mention how they struggled to contain her hefty new bulge.

Sarah had been going to BetterGym for just over a month now. It was an expensive place but well worth the money because when you arrive they give you what they like to call a ‘BetterShirt’ that shifts your body into whatever shape you’re striving for. They have multiple fits for both men and women. Men’s bodybuilder, Men’s toned, Women’s lean, Women’s powerlifter and so many more! For example men that wore the men’s bodybuilder shirt would immediately hulk out into giant muscle beasts. It’s said that working out while using these body morphing shirts can help train your body to remember that physique and grow into it naturally at a much quicker pace when you’re not wearing the shirt. Until finally you don’t even need the shirts to look like that anymore! So many men and women had used these gym shirts to reach their dream bodies many times faster than they would’ve normally. Seeing results that would usually take years becoming attainable in only a few months of consistency.

Today Sarah decided to bring one of her best friends Matty with her as a guest. Unfortunately he couldn’t get a shirt without being a full member but he still got to see what it was all about as Sarah asked for her usual Women’s Aesthetic shirt. The staff who provided BetterShirt’s quickly grabbed one and presented it to the young women who gave a swift thank you before heading into a changing stall. Little did Sarah realise, she probably should’ve checked the tag on the shirt before slipping it on…

Usually what would happen is her body would become slimmer in some places and curvier in others to give her that perfectly balanced female form. But this time something was different. Instead of her body simply reshaping itself, it began growing from every angle! Arms and legs bulging with thick muscle as her height shot up rapidly. “What the fuuuck… is happeninnggggghhh…” She groaned in a voice that got noticeably deeper with every grunt. Her back and shoulders widened. Her breasts flattened only to make way for a pair of giant pecs that grew in their place moments later. Even her ass lost its feminine shape in favour of a tighter looking but still rather thick man butt. Her voice really dropped a couple octaves however when a hug pair of testicles formed between her legs followed by a fat juicy cock that replaced her former genitalia. Her entire body continued to pulse and grow as her face changed, losing its soft gentle features in return for rugged manly ones accompanied by some stubble and a shorter haircut.

Moments later a total hunk burst out of the stall, giving Matty quite the scare at first until Sarah explained what happened. She poked and prodded at her masculine body awkwardly for a moment, trying to wrap her head around what the hell just happened. Squeezing her biceps, exploring her new shape, grabbing her own muscle ass a little. So much so that it encouraged Matty to reach out and do the same. How could he resist grabbing pecs as massive and juicy as those given the chance.

“Yep. The tag says Men’s Aesthetic. Not Women’s” Matty confirmed once Sarah asked him to check the collar for the shirt tag.

“Shit. Well I better go and swap this for the right one.” Sarah groaned in annoyance.

Just as the newly formed hunk was about to make his way back to the BetterShirt staff, Matty stopped her for a moment. “Hold on! What’s the rush? You look hot as fuck right now. You can’t tell me you’ve never wondered what it’d be like to be a guy. All big and strong with a deep voice and powerful muscles.” He wiggled his eyebrows a little. “Come on. Just one gym session won’t hurt right? Think of all the heavy ass weights you’ll be able to lift now.”

Sarah glanced over at a wall mirror nearby and saw the man she’d become. An aesthetic male version of herself with broad shoulders, big pecs and a skinny waist. She had to admit Matty was right. She did look good. A little meathead-ish perhaps but still sexy nonetheless. And though she’d wouldn’t admit it out loud, the man she’d become was absolutely the type of man she would’ve envisioned when fingering herself. Just the thought of that made her new male anatomy start to chub up a little. The sensation of which was pretty bizarre.

“Fine. One session. But after that it’s back to the Women’s Aesthetic.” She claimed. Little did she know how deeply in love she’d fall for her manly new body over the next couple hours. Relishing in the explosive power her enormous muscles contained. Finding herself subtly groping her bulge when she thought nobody was looking until she had to excuse herself to the men’s bathroom so she could get a proper look at her new cock. It wasn’t long then until she realised how addicting the feeling of having a dick truly was. Especially after nutting for the first time before walking back out into the gym like nothing had happened. Though Matty had his suspicions judging by how long Sarah had spent back there.

Unfortunately shirts had to be returned at the end of every session. After she’d taken off the shirt and reverted back to normal she found herself feeling an intense wave of disappointment that she hadn’t expected to feel. A wave so intense that she couldn’t stop thinking about being a man and having a cock between her legs for the rest of the day. Needless to say Sarah was back at BetterGym the very next day and this time she actually requested a Men’s Aesthetic shirt! It was too intoxicating to resist. Before long it became one of the only BetterShirts she wore.

It’d been over a month now since that initial mix up and she was still wearing the men’s shirts. Still turning into a hunky man almost every day. Still sneaking off to the bathroom to jerk off her thick temporary cock between workouts. And now she’d started hoping that one day, if she continued to wear the men’s shirts for long enough, that one day she wouldn’t revert back. That eventually she’d be able to walk out of that gym a man… forever.

[secret69691]

Go Bananas!

(For @transformee)

(Original story posted November 20th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated!

Adam closed the door behind himself as he came home from a long day at work. He let out a sigh of relief as he grabbed a refreshing beverage from the kitchen before making his way to the living room. Adam was your average dude. A 6’1” engineer who was a little out of shape and just doing what he could to get by. Now in his 30s, he was fairly content with the way life was going for him. Though he had to admit, sometimes he couldn’t help but wish his life had a little more… flare to it? Sure things were normal for him now and for most people that’s exactly what they wanted. Normal was all they ever wished for. And yet Adam couldn’t help fantasying over the idea of adding a bit of extra chaos into his life to make things a little more exciting. Unfortunately he didn’t believe he was built for that kind of stuff. He was just too normal. Too linear. Too polite.

That’s why when he sat down to put some TV on, Adam immediately flicked over to a recorded episode of The Challenge. A show that’d been going on for decades now and was highly successful. It was all about teams of contestants all competing against one another on various challenges in an effort to advance and win the big cash prize at the end. And through all the contestants there was one that always stood out to Adam. Johnny Bananas. He’d appeared on a lot of different seasons of The Challenge and always managed to captivate Adam with not only his humour, charisma and dashing good looks but also his chaotic energy! Though of course ‘Bananas’ wasn’t his actual last name, it was a nickname he’d been given back in college due to how crazy his friends thought he was. One that stuck through to his career as a TV personality and eventually became a trademark of his.

It was that craziness he had mixed with the cocky confidence he gave off that really enticed Adam. Not only was he super hot but Johnny just always seemed like he was having a blast with all these different reality shows he’d go on. Doing all these insane challenges and getting into drama with other contestants. It was exactly what Adam wished he had sometimes. All that excitement around him. All that chaos. Getting to blend with all these other colourful TV personalities. It sounded like an absolute dream to him! But as much as he wished he could be Johnny, that’s all it was. A dream.

Still that didn’t stop Adam from watching almost any TV show Johnny was in. Always excited to see that comedic lunatic on screen who he couldn’t help lusting over. Wishing and wishing that he could be just like him. Having that body and natural aura of confidence. Even now Adam couldn’t help pawing at his crotch as he watched Johnny on screen. Only being snapped out of it at last by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

He paused the show as he got up and made his way to the front door curiously. When he opened the door however, Adam was slightly taken aback by the figure standing before him. On his doorstep was a handsome middle aged man. Silver hair, salt and pepper beard, strong build hidden underneath a very fancy looking suit. He tried not to drool as his eyes quickly scanned this man up and down. Drinking in every detail of his appearance. Yet his attention was also caught by the large package this man was carrying. A box with the words ‘Bananas Secret’ printed on the front in a large bold font.

“Uhhhhh… hi?” Adam squinted, knowing he hadn’t ordered anything recently.

“Good evening sir. My name is Wavell and I’m offering you a very special package today. May I come in?” The strange man asked very politely with a dashing twinkle in his eye.

Adam didn’t know what the hell was going on. Was this guy a door salesman? Was that even still a thing? His first thought was to turn the man away. Whatever was in the box, he didn’t imagine he’d be interested in buying it. But damn if the man standing before him wasn’t one of the most attractive men he’d ever seen. So much so that instead of refusing, Adam found himself nodding with a shrug before stepping to one side and allowing the gentleman into his home.

Wavell’s smile widened as he stepped through the door. Adam guided him into the kitchen where Wavell sat the moderately sized box down on the table. He then clasped his hands together as he spun on his heels to look at Adam.

“So. I’m sure you’re probably wondering what kind of wonderful gift I’ve brought for you today.” Wavell said, his voice smooth and almost sultry.

“I guess?” Adam still wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. All he knew was that staring at this man was causing a blush to form under his cheeks and a heat to stir between his legs.

The older gentleman patted the box and ushered Adam closer. “Well then come take a look. I’m certain you’re gonna love it. Trust me.”

Still Adam wasn’t sure what to think but regardless he stepped up to the box Wavell had placed on the table. He couldn’t even begin to guess what exactly was inside. Bananas secret? That didn’t really give away a whole lot. Besides that there weren't really any other indications on the box as to what it contained. In that case there was only one way to find out. He ripped the top of the box open without hesitation, tearing away at the tape that’d kept or sealed, and what he saw inside was… not what he was expecting.

“Seriously? A literal Banana?” Adam said with a raised eyebrow. Looking into the box, he saw none other than a single banana sat at the bottom. It was almost so obvious that the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. But why just one? Why not a box full? He was confused beyond belief right now.

Wavell smirked knowingly. “Yes. A Banana. But it’s no ordinary Banana.” The gentleman claimed as if this wasn’t the weirdest thing in the world. “Go on. Take it.” He continued to coax Adam on with succession.

Adam reached into the box and pulled out the Banana. Immediately he could tell something about it was strange. It felt slightly heavier than he’d expected. Now that it was in proper lighting, he could see just how yellow it was too. Almost cartoonishly so. There were zero bruises or blemishes. It wasn’t too big or small. Shaped just right. It looked perfect! Too perfect even. So much so that Adam was convinced it had to be a fake somehow.

“I can assure you it’s most certainly real.” Wavell said suddenly as if he could hear Adam’s thoughts. “The Banana you’re holding has very special properties, you see. One might even say life changing.” He explained while taking the Banana from Adam for a moment so he could peel it, revealing the just as perfect and delicious looking interior. “Here. See for yourself.” He offered the perfect looking fruit back to the clueless man before him.

Hesitantly Adam reached out and took back the Banana. Now that it’d been peeled a mild aroma wafted towards his nose, gently permeating his sense of smell with its calming scent. So much so that merely looking at it was beginning to make his mouth water. It was almost like it was whispering to him. Enticing him to eat it. He couldn’t stop himself.

He took a bite.

“Mmmmmm…MmmMmm.” Adam hummed as he chewed, savouring the gorgeous taste in his mouth for as long as possible. Allowing his tastebuds to bathe in it before finally gathering the strength to swallow.

“Tastes good right?” Wavell chuckled.

Adam could only shake his head in response as he was too focused on taking another bite to answer properly. Practically tearing off another chunk of the Banana and chewing away at it in delight. He didn’t think he’d tasted anything this good before in his life. The flavours were just exploding in his mouth. Allowing this heavenly feeling to wash over his body with every bite, every chew and every swallow. Almost like it was flooding his body with a newfound sense of power and euphoria that he couldn’t quite explain.

Little did Adam know just how right he actually was. But Wavell knew. The magic infused into that Banana was already flowing through every vein of Adam’s body. Pumping him full of excitement and energy that became more and more evident as Adam sprung an uncontrollable erection once he was nearly finished eating. Yet he didn’t even notice!

“Really enjoying that, aren't we?” Wavell commented as he watched Adam get down to the last bite while glancing at the tent he’d pitched in his pants.

Adam nodded again enthusiastically as he chewed on his last piece, savouring it as much as he could before finally swallowing one last time. “Oh god yeah! I don’t know what the hell you put in that but it tasted incredible!? Where can I get more of those?!” He asked immediately without even thinking.

Wavell gently placed his hands on Adam’s shoulders while glancing into his eyes. “Don’t worry Adam. You’re not going to need anymore of them. Just one is all you’re gonna need to Go Bananas.” He said with a smirk, those final words ringing through Adam’s mind.

“Go Bananas?… Hey wait, how did you know my name?” Adam questioned as Wavell’s grip tightened ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry about it Adam. All you need to worry about is Going Bananas!” Wavell repeated, his expression unmoving.

There it was again. That same weird phase. Only this time it rang through Adam’s entire body like a tremor. Something about those two words caused something stir inside of him. A feeling that only made his body more excited. A feeling that only made his cock even harder.

Wavell let go of his shoulders before waving a hand down Adam’s body. In an instant Adam’s clothes vanished. Showing off his naked body and allowing his dick to spring forwards, having been released from its fabric constraints.

“You’re not gonna be needing those. Not when you really Go Bananas.”

Again. Those words. Why did they make Adam feel so relaxed? So soothed? Yet so energised at the same time! He was so engulfed in the bizarre feeling of it all that he didn’t even care that he was naked. He also didn’t even seem to notice how his height began to drop by a couple of inches. Going down from his usual standing height of 6’1” down to a still respectable 5’10”. He might’ve clocked onto the change had he not been so focused on staring into Wavell’s deep shimmering eyes.

“Go onnnn… just let it all out. Just Go Bananas!” The warlock repeated again.

Adam started to change even further. His skin began to shine with sweat as his body grew hotter and hotter by the second. Almost like he had a fever. Yet the heat itself was strangely calming and blissful. It was like he was wrapped up in a warm cozy blanket that hugged him tight despite the buckets of sweat pouring from his glands. Unbeknownst to him, his body was shredding masses of fat from his frame. Getting rid of the small belly that’d formed over the years. Banishing any unwanted flab from most corners of his body. Sweating it all out until he was lean enough to be a slender men’s supermodel. But it didn’t stop there…

“Go… Bananas…” Adam mumbled to himself, repeating the phase that had brought his mind and body so much pleasure. Immediately his body began to grow once again, only this time instead of packing on fat it was packing on muscle instead!

Wavell grinned. “Now you’re getting it… because deep down you know that all you wanna do is Go Bananas!”

Adam let out a long groan that time. As if those two words had imprinted themselves onto the pleasure centre of his brain. Flooding his senses with a rush of endorphins that left him blind to the progressing transformation. This time however, instead of slimming down, his body started to bulk up instead. Replacing the fat he’d lost with a newfound layer of sturdy muscle.

His flat chest jutted out into a modest set of pecs first and foremost swiftly followed by his shoulders and back widening. Some subtle muscle definition made itself known across his back as his arms started to grow. His biceps and triceps pumped up thick and strong while veins ran down his forearms, forcing them to balloon in tandem. He couldn’t help grunting slightly as, for the first time in his life, an impressive set of abs cobbled themselves onto his stomach.

“Goooo… Bananaasss…” Adam moaned, cock bucking in an uncontrollable manner as he grew.

Wavell reached out and gripped Adam’s cock gingerly, giving it a gentle squeeze as he did. “There you go. Just keep Going Bananas.” He coaxed even further. “Because Going Bananas just feels sooo good doesn’t it.” He added causing the other man’s cock to drool precum into his hand.

Adam smiled dumbly as he nodded along with everything Wavell told. Letting the transformation sink deeper as his dick began to follow the same example his other muscles were setting. Without warning it started to engorge in Wavell’s hand. Growing longer and girthier as another large glob of precum dripped from its fat head. But of course a huge cock wouldn’t be complete without a pair of massive bull bulls to go with it. Thankfully his nuts weren’t far behind as they doubled in size while filling to the brim with virile cum.

The warlock continued to repeat that magical trigger phase over and over and over. Go Bananas. Go Bananas. Go Bananas. Drilling it deeper and deeper into Adam’s subconscious and forcing his body to continue changing. His legs were of course next on the list as they began to expand. His quads and hams bulged slightly as even his calves began to look a bit fuller. In honesty they weren’t all that much bigger than they were originally though with the main difference being that the size of his legs now came more so from muscle rather than fat. In turn making them not only look sexier but making Adam’s body feel much stronger and sturdier than ever before!

“Come on Johnny! You’re almost free!” Wavell chanted. “Go Bananas!” He watched with satisfaction as ink swirled onto Adam’s skin. First of all creating a tattoo on his left shoulder that spread down across his bicep. Then moments later creating a second tattoo on his right lat, just below his armpit.

Adam of course didn’t even clock the name Wavell had just called him by. How could he when he was far too focused on the growing feeling in his backside. He grunted loudly as his ass began to swell. It packed on some considerable muscle alongside while even retaining some fat which helped it look round and bubbly. The growth refused to stop until Adam had a thick squeezable peach of an ass that anyone would be tempted to grope. The kind of ass that would have people begging him to sit on their faces.

Wavell grabbed the sides of Adam’s head as he chanted the phrase again and again, prompting the physical transformation to hasten itself. Adam’s voice shifted slightly as the magic travelled up his neck and towards his face. His hair quickly began to change, shaping itself into a much more stylish look that sat neatly atop his head. Far more noteworthy than what Adam usually wore. As it did his entire head started reshaping itself, forcing his facial features to shift and realign themselves. The feeling of such a process was almost indescribable as the size and placement of each distinct feature changed to create a visage completely unlike the face Adam had known all his life. Thankfully it didn’t hurt one bit. It just felt rather uncomfortable for a moment until finally everything settled in place.

“Perfect.” Wavell commented as he summoned a small handheld mirror before flipping it around to face Adam. “Just look at that gorgeous face of yours. No wonder they're always asking you to come back on those Challenge TV shows. They can’t get enough of your handsome mug.”

Adam’s dick throbbed in excitement yet again as he witnessed his own reflection. Looking back at him was none other than the very man he’d jerked off to countless times before late at night. The man he always looked forward to seeing on TV. The man he’d been somewhat obsessed with ever since he first saw him.

“I’m… Johnny Bananas…”

Wavell snickered a little at the funny sounding stage name. “That’s right Johnny. Physically anyway. But we still have work to do on that mind of yours.” Wavell placed a warm hand against Johnny’s cheek.

Johnny couldn’t help leaning into it slightly, feeling as though the warmth was somehow massaging his brain. Moulding it gently. Bit by bit he could feel parts of his old personality being picked away. His former self tried its utmost to resist. To fight back against these changes instinctively. Trying to remember who he used to be against all odds. But it was impossible. This magical force being imposed on him was far too strong. Johnny had no choice but to give in.

That kind humble nature he once had slowly being squashed down and reshaped into a much cockier and smug attitude. Any form of shyness he might’ve had before was being drained away. Wrung out of his brain like water from a cloth to make room for a new and powerful sense of assertiveness and confident charm that would allow him to woo almost anybody. Even the majority of his former goals and ambitions in life were wiped away and replaced with a burning desire to be a star. To be seen on national television by millions around the globe. Just something about that seemed so exhilarating! So exciting! So right! Like it was where he was supposed to be!

“Go Bananas…” He continued to mumble the phrase to himself as even the majority of his original memories were suppressed to make space for new ones. He began remembering his life growing up as Johnny and being the class clown back in school. All his college friends thought he was a little crazy, earning him the nickname of Bananas. A nickname that would follow him through his career as a TV personality and would quickly become a trademark of his. All sorts of new friends and family came to mind as well. He even started to think of some of the people he’d seen on TV shows like The Challenge as people he actually knew personally. People he competed against on the show!

Seeing that Johnny’s transformation was more or less complete, Wavell got down on one knee before wrapping his lips gingerly around the tip of Johnny’s thicker cock, sucking on it gently. Making sure to dance his tongue around the engorged head as he slowly slipped further down the shaft. Moving closer and closer towards the base until he was deep-throating the entire thing without an issue. Wavell smiled internally a little. It was moments like this that made him remember why he loved cock so much.

Johnny couldn’t help himself. As he started to regain some sense of self, he placed a hand on the back of Wavell’s head and gripped the older man's neatly combed hair. Before long Johnny found himself face fucking Wavell with a lust fuelled smirk. Making sure to stuff his dick as far down the warlock's eager throat as humanly possible before pulling back and doing it over again. Wavell didn’t mind of course. Cock was his specialty after all. His mouth and throat were practically made for it and it showed by how Johnny was able to use Wavell’s mouth like a personal fuck hole.

Soon after, the man that was once Adam had been completely repressed, crushed under the heavy weight of his new persona. He was still there underneath it all. He was vaguely aware of who he used to be but if anything that only made him happier because it allowed him to acknowledge how much better he was now. How much of an upgrade his new body and mind were compared to what he had before. It was a blessing if anything. One that only made him more grateful for the new identity he’d been gifted. Grateful to be Johnny.

With one last powerful yell, Johnny tensed his thick ass before blowing an enormous load down Wavell’s throat. The warlock hungrily swallowed every last rope of cum the second it spurted into his mouth. Johnny’s yell turned to a low groan as he felt Wavell sucking even harder on his sensitive tip to make sure he got every drop of that potent seed. Greedy as always.

“Mmmm… now that was some quality stuff.” Wavell wiped the excess cum from his beard and lips before standing back up to face a rather drained looking Johnny. “I always love drinking a hefty load of premium cum from a handsome hunk.” He added before leaning forwards and giving the dazed Johnny a quick kiss. “Well. Time to get you ready I think!”

Johnny wasn’t quite sure what the gentleman meant as he watched Wavell grab the Bananas Secret box off the table before shoving it into Johnny’s hands. Johnny hardly a moment to question it before the world around them spun in a magical twister of purple smoke. Smoke that soon dissipated just as quickly as it had appeared. Only when it did they most certainly weren’t in Adam’s cozy kitchen anymore. Or even his house for that matter! Rather they were standing in a very lavish looking bathroom that Johnny couldn’t help finding familiar.

“Home sweet home ey?” Wavell said while glancing around the room. He didn’t give Johnny a chance to reply though before reaching out and tapping the lid of the empty box. Johnny was understandably confused until he felt the weight of the box starting to increase. It certainly wasn’t empty anymore.

“Take a look.” Wavell urged.

Curiously, Johnny opened up the box once again. This time however, instead of a single banana, he saw a brand new suit that was neatly folded with a pair of exquisite brown loafers sitting atop it. Johnny’s mind was going a mile a minute. So many insane things happened all at once that it was difficult to process. But instead of freaking out, a sudden wave of calm and acceptance washed over him instead. All thanks to the relaxing touch of Wavell’s magic reassuring him that this was exactly where he was meant to be. So instead of panicking or asking questions, Johnny simply turned and placed the box gently on the bathroom counter facing away from Wavell. Not that the warlock minded getting a full view of that bubbly ass.

Johnny carefully pulled out the suit piece by piece, examining it with care. “Now this looks fuckin perfect!” He commented as he admired the expensive feel to the fabric. “You really outdid yourself man, I’m gonna look hot as fuck tonight.” He looked back at Wavell with a cocky smirk. “Well. I always look hot but you know what I mean.”

“You certainly do. Like a diamond amongst jade.”

“See. You get it.” Johnny took the suit pants and began pulling them on. “You and I. We’re fucking diamonds. We’re the best at what we do and everyone fucking loves us for it.” He tugged the pants up and over his ass before tucking his cock in and zipping them up.

Wavell chuckled. “Going commando are we?”

“Of course. How else are people gonna see my dickprint?” Johnny responded wittily as if the answer was obvious.

After that he grabbed the expensive loafers and admired them for a moment. “You see these shoes? Thousands of people are gonna want to get on their knees and kiss them tonight when they see me on TV.” He leaned down and slipped the loafers onto his feet, satisfied with the perfect fit.

“Oh they absolutely will. You’re a TV icon now after all. A far cry from that out of shape run of the mill engineer you were before right?” Wavell commented, watching as Johnny began to slip on his crisp white shirt.

“R-right.” Johnny’s train of thought stopped for a moment. It was strange. He still remembered who he used to be deep down but it was so buried under these new memories and feelings that it almost didn’t seem real. Like he’d always been Johnny and his former life was nothing but an old dream. Well he supposed it didn’t matter that much. It’s not like he’d ever be going back.

Johnny finally pulled on the suit jacket, perfectly matching his pants, before tucking in a pink pocket square to complete the look. “How about it Wavell?” He asked with a grin as he did a little spin to show off his body once more, now perfectly accented by the fitted suit.

“Dashing. You’re gonna have all the men slobbering for your cock.”

Men? For some reason that didn’t sound right at first. Johnny’s memories told him that he’d always fancied women and had slept with tons of them. Yet he couldn’t deny that he was still completely and utterly gay. Oh well it was all the same. At least now he could make some new memories dominating men and stretching their assholes nice and wide. Making the moan his name and fucking them so good that they’d be on the groud begging at a chance to receive his cock again. Pleading with him for another load. He couldn’t fucking wait.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat for a while longer but I’ve got an interview to catch.” Johnny wrapped an arm around Wavell and started guiding him towards the door. “But hey maybe you could stop by sometime. You know, gimme a chance to thank you for all this.” They stopped for a moment as Johnny turned to look Wavell dead in the eyes. Both men glared into one another lustfully before finally leaning into a long passionate kiss. Their beards scratched against one another as Johnny wrapped a hand around Wavell’s head, pulling the older man in closer. Both of them committing the moment to memory.

Wavell smiled as they parted. “Perhaps. But I’ll have to bring my boyfriend if I do.”

Soon enough the pair were walking and talking as they made their way down Johnny’s driveway until they finally reached his car. Wavell had never been much of a car person all things considered but he could tell from a glance that it was quite the exquisite ride. It had a certain glimmer to it that would be sure to catch anyone’s eye. It would certainly stand out from the other cars on the road, just like Johnny did.

“It was a pleasure. Really. I can’t thank you enough.” Johnny held out his hand. “Everything about this just feels like it was meant to be. Whenever I saw Johnny on TV, I always felt so drawn to him. Now I know why. It was my destiny to become him.

Wavell grasped the other man’s hand, shaking it firmly. “It most certainly was. And might I say you’re quite the upgrade from the original.” He replied, pleased that he’d been able to keep the new Johnny’s homosexuality intact despite the original Johnny being straight.

With that the pair exchanged their goodbyes as Johnny hopped in his car with the most gleeful look on his face. Wavell watched on proudly as the car rumbled to life and drove off out of the driveway and towards the studio where Johnny’s interview was set.

———

“And now I think it’s time to welcome tonight’s special guest! Johnny Devenanzio! Or, as he’s better known, Johnny Bananas!!” The host announced with joy.

On cue, Johnny made his way on stage from around back. An uproar of applause burst from the crowd as he waved to them all. Taking in all the love and adoration as he sauntered towards the guest chair with unparalleled confidence.

“Thanks for having me tonight.” He said with a devilish smirk. This was his life now and he couldn’t wait to see where his newfound fame and gorgeous body would take him in the future.

Reading this again made me realise how much I want to use Johnny again for another story in the future. He’s such a hot hunk. Thanks to @transformee for bringing him to my attention back when this story was requested ❤️ - Wavell

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Brother Betrayed

What did you do? The uncharacteristic fear in his roommate’s voice rocked Matt to his core as he fumbled to catch the football that had just been thrown to him. Paul was always so stoic - nothing phased him. And why would it? As a state-champion linebacker, he was a force to be reckoned with. His tall, broad physique was packed with layer after layer of lean muscle. Protein on legs as Matt used to call him. And here he was, the epitome of collegiate athletics quaking in his boots at the sight of his nerdy little brother standing a few meters away from him, a golden coin on a slender chain dangling from his outstretched hand. The locket was so important to Paul that it was eternally fastened around his neck or locked up in his dorm. The locket that Matt had given to Robert so he could clean it for his big brother’s 21st birthday. 

“Robert, give me the coin,” Paul ordered, trying unsuccessfully to mask the panic in his voice. A dark scowl fell across Robert’s face, the twisted emotion contorting the teen’s cute boyish looks. “Why would I give up my ticket to greatness?” Robert spat. “Robert please, we can talk about this!” Paul pleaded as he became increasingly desperate. “Talk? TALK?” Robert exploded, his face growing red with rage, “You wasted the greatest gift in the fucking world with your queer shit!”. Queer shit? Matt didn’t know Paul was gay. 

Paul remained quiet, his oversized shoulders sunken. “I’m going to take everything you care about” Robert laughed maniacally at his crestfallen brother, “and use it to get all the pussy I want”. Robert grabbed his crotch for extra emphasis. Matt was so taken aback by the uncharacteristically vulgar nature that he stood frozen. Robert was usually so meek and quietly spoken. Even his sexual mannerisms showed a childish amount of immaturity. It was like his mind was being twisted.

“See you on the other side loser,” Robert said as he brought the chain over his head and gingerly placed the necklace around his neck. The moment the golden coin made contact with his sunken chest, it began to glow a hot white. Both Robert and Paul cried out as they doubled over in pain. “Paul!” Matt cried as he ran over to his roommate’s side. Seeing him in pain was heartache for him. “Paul, tell me what’s wrong,” Matt asked as he knelt down to try and help his pained crush. Matt’s attention was drawn away from Paul’s pained expression by a strange movement in Paul’s swollen pecs. The huge mounds of muscle appeared to be spasming violently, the muscle fibres rolling bubbling unnaturally under the skin. “Please, it hurts” Paul cried, clutching his flatmate's arm, his colossal strength almost crushing the smaller jock’s hand. The spasming continued to increase in intensity, until, shockingly, the muscle began to fold in on itself. 

Matt watched on in horror as Paul’s toned chest began to cave in on itself, the plump pecs shrinking by the second. Paul’s eyes filled with tears as the spasming spread from his chest to the rest of his body, the titan’s powerful mass vanishing before Matt’s eyes. Matt sprang into action. “Come on, let’s get help,” Matt said as slid his shoulder under Paul’s armpit and tried to bring him to his feet. He easily lifted his roommate to his feet before pausing. He would have never been able to lift the linebacker’s colossal weight before. That’s when Matt realised that Paul was losing more than just muscle as his tall frame was shrinking in both length and width. He only came up to Matt’s chin now and seemed to be shrinking even more. 

Paul cried out in pain and fell to the ground once again. His frame was truly anemic now. His movie star good looks had faded as his strong jaw and high cheekbones had thinned. His golden tan faded to a sickly white, and his thick beard and hairline began to recede. “The coin” Paul cried out in pain, grasping at the grass in front of him. A deep rumbling laugh echoed throughout the field. "I guess the coin liked me more". Matt’s attention snapped over to where Robert had been kneeling moments before. Matt gasped. 

Gone was the weak feeble nerd that Matt had been expecting. In his place was an absolute titan of a man. Colossal arms gripped at the turf between huge, calloused hands. Oversized traps and shoulders flanked an impossibly wide frame. Robert looked up from the ground slowly. While his features were still recognisably Robert’s, they had filled out and shifted to be much more masculine and handsome. 

Robert pushed himself up from his kneeling position to stand at his new height where he towered over Matt and his emaciated brother. The hulking giant tore away the last tatters of what used to be a t-shirt, revealing the extent of his transformation. His physique was truly a sight to beyond. Where Paul’s physique had been stacked with lean, athletic muscle, Robert's frame bulged with sheer power. Every muscle was thick, and swollen while still being defined and cut. Matt moaned slightly as his cock became painfully hard in his pants.

Robert curled his hands into fists, marveling at the web of thick veins that sprawled across his meaty forearms. “Fuck, you queers have no idea how good this feels,” he said absentmindedly as his eyes followed the pencil-thick veins that trailed up his hulking biceps, “Going from a pathetic dweeb to a muscle god”. Robert’s hands wandered to his overstuffed package. He palmed it roughly through his shorts, moaning as pleasure coursed through his body. “Fuck, the amount of hormones coursing through my veins is incredible, I feel like I could fuck for days”. “Just pounding some tight ass pussy for hours on end, fucking her senseless as I impale her with my third leg”. A large damp spot began to form on Roberts's trousers. 

Robert laughed to himself as he realised what happened. “I’d love to say and chat faggots, but I’ve got to go take care of business”. He palmed the thick member that was snaking down one of the legs of his shorts. “If don’t fuck somebodies brains out soon, I might break something” Robert chuckled before his face dropped and turned serious once more, “Or someone”. With that, Robert turned and left the two roommates, his heavy footfalls drowning out Paul’s faint sobs. Matt moaned softly as a huge damp spot formed on his shorts.

Epilogue

Matt was alone in his dorm when he received a message from his coach telling him that he’d managed to find a new linebacker ahead of the season opener. Matt's gazed longingly at an old picture of him and Paul as the two friends posed with last year's state championship trophy. The last two months had been hard on Matt and Paul. Paul had finally been discharged from the hospital, the doctors having tested him for every muscle-wasting disease known to man. Ultimately they gave up and his sudden shrinkage was ruled a freak act of nature. Matt and Paul knew better than to try and convince the authorities of the real cause of Paul's dramatic changes. Paul was then kicked off the football team and had his scholarship revoked as his diminished stature was no longer suitable for the game he loved. The fallen athlete moved into his missing brother's room in the family home as he tried to navigate his new life as a lesser man.

Matt's daydreaming was interrupted by a knock on the door of his dorm. Matt opened the door and immediately took a step back. “Hey little dude, I’m your new roommate Rob,” a deep and powerful voice rumbled throughout the small dorm. Rob’s frame was so massive it took up the whole door frame as he took in his new roommate’s startled reaction. The tight-fitting black shirt and shorts he was wearing did little to cover his impressive musculature. Rob noticed Matt’s eyes wandering. “You like the kit? It’s the same stuff that little Paul used to wear” Rob bragged, as he bent his elbow forcing the seams of the shirt to stretch to almost breaking point, “Although I think I wear it better, don't you?”. Rob chuckled as he saw the tent forming in Matt’s shorts. That was exactly the reaction he expected out of the little queer. Rob pushed his way into the room and slammed the door behind him as he prepared to take one last thing from his former big brother.

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Shame to the Family - A 4th of July Story

Experimenting with longer stories again. Fair warning, this story has homophobic language and character behaviour that may make some people uncomfortable, especially given current political climate. Give this one a skip if that's not your thing.

Liam slouched on the old porch swing of his family's lake house, the humid July air clinging to his body. He sat in the fading afternoon light as he thumbed through the latest posts in his favourite Reddit subs. Scrolling through r/TheRedPill and r/AlphaState had filled most of the first day of his lake vacation with his family. But that was no different to how he spent his days at college, consuming posts about "beta cucks" and "reclaiming masculinity" that set his blood boiling. "Real men take what's theirs," one thread preached. "A man's place is at the head of the family," ranted another. Liam's thin lips drew into a scowl as he thought of everything that was wrong with this world. He scrolled past a meme of a hipster some queer bullshit. "Fucking soy boys," he mumbled under his breath.

Suddenly, his Aunt Karen's voice sliced through the calm. "Liam!" she yelled in her thick southern drawl, "Nathan's here!" Liam's head snapped up from his phone at the sudden intrusion. His cousin, the golden boy, had finally shown up.

Nathan was the family's pride and joy, the small-town high school linebacker who'd gone out west on a full-ride scholarship. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before Nathan was snapped up by an NFL team and went pro. He was certainly built for it. His broad shoulders and chiselled pecs filled out every shirt, his mass unable to be contained by mere fabric. It was this sheer mass that gave Nathan a presence that naturally filled any room he entered. Growing up, Liam had trailed him like a puppy, hoping some of that seemingly effortless confidence would rub off on him. But as they had grown older, something had started to fester within Liam.

By the end of high school, Liam's weedy frame and lack of self-confidence had twisted his admiration into something sour. Nathan had it all, and what did Liam have? Nothing. None of those girls ever paid him any mind, and if they did, it was in reference to the creep that was always following Nathan around. Liam had begun delving into the manosphere, its tales of inherent superiority filling a yearning deep inside. It wasn't long until he was spending most of his waking hours trolling across the internet, his thoughts becoming increasingly more twisted.

Liam signed as he pried himself away from his phone screen, trying to muster the strength to size up against his cousin again. It was big family events like this one that brought the whole family together again. And Liam's family went big for the July 4th weekend. His aunt's voice rang out once more, a curious lilt in her tone. "Who's that with him?" Liam's pulse quickened as he shoved his phone into his pocket, picturing some busty blonde cheerleader draped over Nathan's arm. The kind of chick who would never give Liam a second glance. He raced around the front of the house to join the family crowding the front porch, all eyes on Nathan's Jeep pulling up the gravel drive. Liam leaned forward, eager for a glimpse of Nathan's latest conquest. The driver's door swung open, and Nathan stepped out, larger than life as always, his tight tank top clinging to his hulking torso. But then the passenger door opened, and Liam's jaw dropped. No hot cheerleader. No blonde bombshell. Instead, a smaller Latino guy jumped out of the passenger seat.

Nathan climbed the porch steps, his guest trailing close behind. His thick thighs strained his shorts, each step a showcase of raw athleticism. But a flicker of unease crossed Nathan's face, his usual cocky smirk faltering as he faced his extended clan. The family went silent, beers frozen mid-sip, eyes darting between Nathan and his guest. Liam's uncle went so far as to raise a sceptical brow. Nathan cleared his throat, his deep voice steady but tight. "Everyone, this is Mateo. My boyfriend." The words hung in the air, no one daring to speak. The silence stretched endlessly, with only the lake's distant lapping punctuating the air. After what seemed like hours, Aunt Karen stepped forward, her loud laugh breaking the tension. "Well, hell, Mateo, welcome to the family, darlin'!" she boomed, yanking the small man into a rib-cracking embrace. Matteo flinched from the sudden display of affection. "Sorry, I'm a hugger!" Karen beamed.

Liam stood frozen on the porch, his mind racing as the family swarmed Nathan and Mateo, their voices becoming a distant blur of admiration and laughter. His uncle slapped Nathan's broad back, chuckling, "Jesus, boy, what are they feeding you out west!" Nathan grinned, flexing one of his biceps, while his cousins crowded in, hugging him, joking about his "gorilla arms." This is fucking bullshit, Liam seethed, his hands curling into a fist, his knuckles growing white. Nathan was supposed to be the alpha, a corn-fed all-American hero, not some queer parading his twink around like it's normal.

The aunties fawned over Mateo, stumbling over his name. "Is it Mah-tay-oh or Mah-tee-oh?" they asked earnestly, over-enunciating every syllable. Mateo's fingers brushed Nathan's, a subtle squeeze passing between them, their eyes locking briefly with a quiet reassurance that made Liam want to puke. Fucking abomination, his mind screamed. Real men don't do this shit. His family's acceptance. Their smiles. It was all wrong. A betrayal of everything he'd known. Liam's fists clenched tighter, his vision narrowing as Nathan's massive arm draped around Mateo as if to mock his rage.

Nathan's eyes caught Liam's as he broke away from the family's chatter, his large frame parting its way through the crowded porch. "Hey, cousin!" he boomed, his deep voice warm, slapping Liam's shoulder with a meaty hand that nearly knocked him off balance. Liam grunted, "Hey," his reply was short and sharp, his jaw tight as he forced a thin smile. Nathan didn't notice his discomfort as he rambled on about college ball and the California sun, his pecs bouncing under his tank top as he recalled his attempt at surfing.

"You good, man? Been hitting the gym?" Nathan asked, squeezing Liam's arm, oblivious to Liam's glare. "Yeah, fine," Liam muttered, his voice clipped, recent events choking his thoughts. The small talk grated, Nathan's easy charm was a reminder of everything Liam wasn't. And that fucking boyfriend hovering nearby made his skin crawl. "I'm gonna take a walk," Liam snapped suddenly, turning toward the lake. Nathan raised a brow, glancing at Mateo. "Cool, Mateo can come with, you so you two can get to know each other, yeah?" Liam whirled, his voice a low growl. "I meant alone." Liam stormed off full of fire and fury. Nathan made to follow, but Aunt Karen's laugh pulled him back. "Get over here my big man!" she called, as if nothing had happened.

Liam thudded along the lakefront, the cool night air doing nothing to quench the fire in his chest. Memories of Nathan flooded his mind. Teaching him how to throw a football with that cocky grin. Roughing up that bully who stole his lunch money. Being crowned undisputed prom king. A fucking all American hero. But now? Nathan was a traitor, prancing around with some queer boyfriend, spitting on the family name. Liam's mind stormed with phrases from his internet community - real men don't bend, they dominate. Nathan had bent, probably corrupted by California's liberal bullshit. Some soy-laced water turned him soft.

Liam kicked a rock into the lake, its splash echoing across the gentle silence. How could the family just eat it up like that? Laughing with that Mateo guy like everything was normal? Nathan had everything. He was the guy that everyone dreamed of being. And it was being wasted on a life that mocked everything Liam believed in. Real men fucked pussy. They led the pack. They didn't hold hands like some beta cuck. His thoughts swirled, admiration for what Nathan represented, clashing with unfettered disgust. He clenched his fists so hard, that his nails stabbed into his skin. Nathan wasn't just a letdown, he was a fucking embarrassment, dragging their family's name through the mud. And Liam, like always, was powerless. Powerless to stop it. Powerless to do anything.

It was well past midnight when Liam trudged back to the lake house, its windows dark. The porch creaked under his slides as he slipped inside, the porch littered with empty beer bottles and leftover food. His room was dark, the bed untouched since he made it earlier that morning, but a glint on the pillow caught his eye. A star-spangled eagle amulet lay on his pillow, its silver wings etched with red, white, and blue, gleaming under the moonlight.

Liam picked it up, its weight surprisingly heavy in his hand. Its patriotic design screamed America first, the kind of shit he'd upvote on Reddit in a heartbeat. He turned it over, tracing the sharp edges with his finger. He half-expected it to be some tacky gift from his uncle that he'd picked up at a gun show. But something about it felt right — like it belonged to him. With a grunt, he slipped the chain over his neck, the amulet settling cool against his chest. He made a mental note to thank whoever had left this gift for him before kicking off his slides and collapsing onto the bed. His mind was still racing, trying to reconcile the events from earlier. Eventually, the lake's quiet lapping outside slowly sent him off to sleep, one hand clutched tightly around the amulet.

Liam woke to summer sunlight streaming through his window. The tranquil morning sun painted his room in golden hues, the lake sparkling outside like a goddamn postcard for the greatest country on earth. The 4th of July had arrived. His mood soured fast though, yesterday's shitshow crashing him back to reality. Nathan's smug grin, that queer boyfriend, the family's traitorous smiles. Fucking disgrace, he thought, his jaw tight. No. There was no way was he letting Nathan's bullshit ruin the 4th. It was a day for real Americans. He rolled out of bed, yanking on a white singlet with American flag sunglasses blazoned across the front, the loose fabric draping over his shoulders. He'd make today count, he told himself. He adjusted the amulet around his neck, its patriotic gleam fueling his resolve, and headed downstairs to own this fucking holiday.

The lake house was buzzing with the chaos of a big family breakfast. The dining room was draped in stars-and-stripes banners and the tables groaned under piles of fatty bacon, butter-soaked pancakes, greasy sausages, and Aunt Karen's famous cornbread. It was the kind of spread that screamed freedom, even if it would kill you by 50. Aunt Judy was hovering over Mateo, piling his plate with food as she explained, "This here's my mama's biscuit recipe, and that's Uncle Ray's French toast. You gotta try it!" Mateo nodded politely, his lean frame dwarfed by the family's rampant enthusiasm.

Liam scanned the room. Every seat was taken except the one next to Nathan, who was shovelling down food like he hadn't eaten in days. Liam slid into the chair, as Mateo leaned over to Nathan, his small hand grabbing his boyfriend's forearm. "Babe, you're supposed to be watching the fat, Coach's orders, remember?" The family erupted in scoffs and chuckles, Uncle Ray snorting, "Let the boy eat, it's the 4th!" Mateo's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Nathan shot Uncle Ray a look, setting down a forkful of bacon. "He's right, Coach has me on low-fat, high-protein to keep lean," he said, swapping sausages for a pile of scrambled eggs. Liam's jaw clenched - fucking whipped, he thought to himself.

Nathan glanced at Liam, his grin wide as he went to help himself to a second helping of eggs. "Yo, cousin, pass the salt," he said, his muscular forearm brushing Liam's hand as he reached across. A sharp tingle shot through Liam's arm. It was like static but deeper, resonating from where Nathan's warm skin grazed him. Liam froze, his fingers twitching as the current surged through him before he shook it off. His nerves were probably fried from yesterday's bullshit.

The breakfast chaos rolled on, Aunt Judy still yammering about recipes, but Liam's eyes stayed on Nathan, his massive frame dominating the table, pecs straining his shirt with every bite and hearty chuckle as he took part in the family ruckus. After eating enough food to feed a small army, Nathan leaned back in contentment, stretching his arms wide before bringing them to rest behind his head. In the process, he brushed Liam's shoulder, and the tingle returned. This time it was stronger, like a pulse humming through his bones. The amulet under his singlet suddenly felt warm. Liam's heart raced as the energy moved through his body. "Gotta hit the bathroom," he grunted, shoving his chair back and bolting from the table.

Liam stumbled into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, muffling the noise of his family. His heart pounded as he leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on his face, trying to shake the weird-ass tingle that was still buzzing in his arm. Wiping his face, he froze as he caught his reflection. A patch of thin hair dusted his forearm where before it'd been completely smooth. He twisted his arm under the light, the light blonde hairs clearly visible. His eyes flicked to the reflection of his shoulders. They looked… broader, just a touch, but the singlet's straps definitely sat differently than they had that morning. Was it the light? The angle? No, something was off. His gaze dropped to the amulet, its star-spangled eagle gleaming against his chest. Alphas take. The phrase echoed through his head. And then it clicked: the tingle, the hair, the shoulders - it had to be the amulet. He had to test this. He had to know what this was.

Liam made his way back to the dining room, the family's chatter and clinking plates filling the air once more. He zeroed in on Uncle Ray first, brushing his hand against the old man's arm as he grabbed a biscuit. Nothing, no tingle, just the same flabby skin. Next, he casually bumped into Cousin Eddie, his hands casually grazing Eddie's shoulder. Still nothing. Fucking useless, Liam thought as he clutched the amulet.

A hearty chuckle from Nathan caught his attention. Nathan was holding court on the other side of the table as a bunch of the younger cousins listened to him tell the story of how he absolutely flattened someone in his last game. As his cousin finished his story, Nathan slid into the empty seat next to him. "Great story, man," Liam muttered, forcing a grin as he clapped a hand on Nathan's shoulder, his fingers lingering on the wide, bulging muscle. It was more than a tingle this time. It was like a fucking lightning bolt surging through his arm. But unlike a lightning bolt, it didn't hurt. It felt good. Like he was being pumped full of energy.

Nathan flinched moving away from Liam, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face. "Thanks, man" he smiled, absentmindedly rubbing his shoulder as he turned to Mateo. Liam's eyes dropped to his own forearm. The blonde hairs were thicker and more pronounced. And was it just him or was his whole forearm harder now? There was clearly a faint hint of definition where it'd only been a scrawny lump before. His lips twitched, a hungry smirk forming. This is it, he thought, it must be some sort of cosmic justice. He had the power to take what Nathan had. What he had proven he didn't deserve.

For the rest of the day, Liam hunted for chances to touch Nathan. As breakfast wound down, he leaned close, brushing his arm against Nathan's as he reached for the juice, the tingle sparking through his veins, the amulet growing hot under his singlet. Under the table, he nudged his foot against Nathan's, letting it linger, the electric surge making his blonde hair stand on end. When Nathan cracked a joke about their uncle's BBQ skills, Liam laughed too loud, smacking Nathan's meaty quad, his hand lingering a beat too long, the buzz flooding his body. More than once he disappeared to the bathroom to inspect his stolen gains. A little bigger here. A little more defined there. All those subtle touches adding up, propelling him to greatness.

As the day rolled on, the lake house came alive with activity as the whole family prepared for the big party. Fireworks were prepped, meat was in the smoker, and flags were waving. Liam kept it up: a casual arm brush by the cooler, a quick pat on Nathan's back during a card game, a high-five after a cornhole toss. Each touch filled him with more energy.

By the annual afternoon football game, Liam was getting bolder. He grabbed Nathan's bicep in mock reverence after a stunning pass, joking that with an arm like that, he was wasted as a linebacker. Constant high-fives and pats on the back followed. Each time, Nathan shifted or pulled away, oblivious, but Liam felt the energy growing inside him. When their team won, Liam leapt onto Nathan's back in mock celebration, clinging tight, the electric rush making his heart pound as he grabbed at his cousin's exposed flesh. The surge was so intense that his legs quivered. Liam had never felt so alive. His steps were heavier, his shoulders wider, his voice deeper. His confidence swelled as he grew. Take it all, the voice in his head roared.

As the sun dipped low, painting the lake in warm yellows and oranges, Nathan waved Liam over to the dock. "Yo, Liam, come chill for a sec." Liam made his way over, the amulet still warm under his singlet. Up close, Nathan looked… off. His biceps, while still huge, weren't as pumped as they'd been at breakfast. And his golden year-round tan had taken on a faintly pinkish hue as if the California glow had leached away. His eyes had dark rings under them like he was in desperate need of a good night's sleep.

Nathan plopped onto the dock, its sun-bleached boards creaking under his still-massive frame. "Man, I gotta sit down," he muttered, rubbing his aching feet. Liam smirked, leaning against a post. "What, a college football star tired from a little flag football? Getting soft, cousin?" Nathan chuckled, swatting the air playfully. "Fuck off, it's just a long day." They sat in silence, the lake lapping, sunset blazing over the water.

After a few months, Nathan's voice cut through the gentle sounds of the water, low and earnest. "Look, man, thanks for today. I was worried, you know? With my… situation and your views, thought shit might get weird." Nathan hauled himself to his feet and turned to face his cousin. "But you've been cool. And family's family, right? We stick together." He leaned in, pulling Liam into a hug, his thick arms wrapping tightly around the smaller man.

The amulet flared once, the surge hitting Liam like a freight train, stronger than ever, the power coursing through his veins, his muscles twitching with stolen strength. Nathan's warmth pressed against him, but guilt stabbed Liam's gut. His cousin's words, his trust, hit hard. He's still family, a small voice whispered, clashing with the manosphere's take-it-all taunt. Liam jerked back, breaking the hug, heart racing. "Uh, gotta help Aunt Karen with the BBQ setup," he stammered, bolting from the dock, leaving Nathan alone on the dock.

Liam slammed his bedroom door, shutting out the distant hum of the BBQ prep below. His chest heaved, heart pounding like a drum. Nathan's words on the dock—family's family, we stick together—clashed with the manosphere mantra screaming in his skull: a real man takes what he wants. He pulled off his singlet, the fabric catching on the amulet's chain, and faced the mirror, his breath hitching. His scrawny frame was gone, replaced by something new. He wasn't huge, but the improvement was drastic. His physique had transformed into a swimmer's build, lean but carved, shoulders broader, biceps taut with new definition, and a faint ripple of abs tightening his once-soft gut. Thin, blonde hairs dusted his forearms, his skin developing a sun-kissed glow. Holy shit, he thought, flexing, his reflection beyond what he ever thought possible with his runty frame.

But all of it was stolen straight from Nathan's jacked physique. Nathan's sagging eyes, his dulled tan, and the way his biceps had deflated from their morning glory hit him like a sledgehammer. Liam was leeching his cousin, draining the jock he'd once idolized, the linebacker god who'd tossed footballs and pinned opponents while Liam watched in awe. Nathan's trust, his vulnerability on the dock, and thanking Liam for being "cool" despite his beliefs. That was family, not this power grab.

The amulet pulsed, its eagle glinting in the dim light, whispering promises of dominance, of becoming the alpha Liam had always chased on those toxic subs. His fingers hovered over it, the heat tempting, the surge of stolen strength making his blood sing. But his thoughts went back to Nathan, tired and slumped on the dock. Liam was betraying the one guy who'd always had his back. He doesn't deserve this, a small voice begged, drowned by the mantra take it all, be the man.

Liam paced the creaky floorboards, fists clenching, the amulet's weight like a noose. Every step felt stronger, his posture taller, his voice itching to boom like Nathan's did, but guilt clawed his gut. Family or power, loyalty or dominance. With a snarl, Liam grabbed the amulet, yanking it off, the chain snapping taut before breaking free. His chest heaved, cool in the absence of the amulet's heat. He hurled the amulet away from him. Fuck this, he growled, his resolve hardening. Nathan was family, and family came first. He bolted out the door, desperate to find his cousin and make this right.

Liam burst out of the lake house, and the BBQ was in full swing, the lakefront pulsing with familial chaos. Stars-and-stripes flags swayed in the breeze, burgers sizzled on the grill, and younger cousins chased each other around the bonfire. Liam scanned the crowd, his heart racing, guilt driving him to find his cousin and fix the damage he'd done. "Where's Nathan?" he asked Aunt Judy, who was piling ribs on a plate. She shrugged, her voice yelling over the loud country music. "Think he and Mateo went for a walk by the lake before dinner. Young love, ya know?"

Liam's jaw tightened, real men don't do that shit, flickering in his mind, but he shoved them down, and focused on making things right as he headed toward the lake trail. Halfway down the path, a faint glow caught his eye. A light flickered in the boathouse at the end of the dock, its weathered boards silhouetted against the dusk. Who's in there? He thought, the need to find Nathan pulling him toward the light.

As Nathan approached, he noticed light spilling through a jagged crack between two weathered siding boards. His gut twisted, guilt from draining Nathan still raw, but curiosity pulled him closer. He pressed his eye to the crack, heart pounding. Inside he saw Nathan and Mateo, their bodies tangled on a pile of old tarps, lit by the dim light of a lantern. Nathan, the jacked linebacker Liam had idolised, was on all fours, his massive frame glistening with sweat. Mateo, lean and wiry, gripped Nathan's hips, his dark eyes intense, thrusting with a steady, forceful rhythm, his own sweat-slicked skin catching the light. Nathan's thick thighs trembled, his head bowed, hair damp with sweat as he groaned, a mix of pleasure and submission. His biceps flexed to brace himself against Mateo's relentless pace.

Mateo's hands roamed, one sliding up Nathan's chiselled back, the other gripping his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust, their bodies slapping together, the air thick with raw, animalistic heat. Liam's breath caught, horror flooding his chest. Here was his cousin, the fucking football god, taking it up the ass from some twink, moaning in submission as Mateo fucked his hole. Neither noticed Liam, lost in their rhythm, Mateo's lean frame driving into Nathan with a confidence that flipped everything Liam believed. In Liam's head, the voices screamed once more Alphas don't submit, they dominate.

Mateo barked, "Over the bench, now!" Nathan obeyed instantly, bending over for his lover. Mateo gripped Nathan's hips, thrusting harder, the slap of skin echoing, Nathan's deep voice cracking as he moaned. Liam's fists clenched, rage boiling. Mateo pounded faster, sweat dripping, his wiry frame dominating Nathan's massive one, Nathan's hefty cock swinging uselessly as he begged for release. Liam's head screamed—this ain't right, real men don't beg. But he couldn't look away, his horror spiking with every submissive whimper.

Mateo groaned, body tensing as he came inside Nathan, who arched back, still panting, and reached up, pulling Mateo into a deep, desperate kiss, their lips locked in a way that twisted Liam's gut. Fucking traitor, Liam seethed, his cousin's surrender shattering every Reddit-fueled ideal he'd clung to. The guilt he'd felt on the dock evaporated, replaced by raw, burning fury. Nathan wasn't family anymore. He was a disgrace. Liam tore away from the boat shed and stormed toward the house, the lake's calm lapping swallowed by his rage.

As Nathan exited the boathouse with Mateo, he noticed a lone figure sitting on the dock. Even at a distance, he could make out Liam's blonde hair at the dock's end, hunched alone, staring at the water. He kissed Mateo on the cheek, telling him to go ahead to the party. He needed to check on his cousin.

"Man, check out that sunset - fucking gorgeous, right?" Nathan said as he sat down next to his cousin. Liam nodded, his eyes hazing off across the lake. "Yeah, real nice," he muttered, voice low, and absent. Nathan, still riding the high from his time with Mateo, leaned back, oblivious to Liam's turmoil. The two of them sat in silence, as the sun's glow faded across the horizon.

BAM. The first firework exploded overhead, red and white streaking the sky. Both cousins tilted their heads, watching the bursts light up the lake in patriotic glory. BAM. A second firework, this one white and blue burst through the sky. Nathan watched on as the sky was illuminated by the celebrations. After a few moments, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned, meeting Liam's hard stare, his cousin's voice cutting through the crackle of fireworks: "I saw you."

Fireworks cracked overhead, their red and blue bursts flashing across the lake, casting jagged shadows on the dock where the two cousins sat. "Saw what, man?" he asked, his voice casual as he turned back to the fireworks. "You and Mateo, fucking in the boathouse," Liam spat, voice venomous. Nathan blinked, caught off guard, then chuckled lightly, shrugging. "Shit, my bad, man. The house's walls are thin as heck so we had to grab a quiet spot. Didn't mean for you to see."

He turned back to the sky, another firework exploding, bathing him in blue hues. Silence followed. Nathan glanced over, the next burst revealing a dark, twisted look on Liam's face, his fingers twitching around a star-spangled amulet at his neck. "It makes me fucking sick," Liam growled, his disgust boiling over, the image of Nathan submitting to Mateo burning in his skull. Nathan opened his mouth to respond, but a sharp cramp seized his shoulder, right where Liam's hand had dug in, a jolt of pain making him wince.

"Dude, what the fuck?" he snapped, jerking his shoulder to break free, his face flashing red due to the burst above. Liam's eyes blazed, wild and unhinged, and his grip tightened. "You're wasting it, Nathan," Liam hissed, his blonde hair wild in the lake breeze, voice thick with malice. "All that power, that alpha shit, and you're throwing it away being a fucking queer." Nathan's jaw dropped, stunned, and he yanked harder this time, breaking Liam's hold. "What the fuck do you mean, man?" he demanded, standing up to his full height, rubbing his sore shoulder. Liam's face contorted, his swimmer's build coiled with stolen energy, rage exploding. "You're a fucking embarrassment to the family," he roared, "a submissive bitch bending over for Mateo, disgracing everything you could've been!" The insult cut through the air, and the lake's calm shattered once more as another massive firework erupted. The dock was flooded in blinding white light, Nathan's shocked expression and Liam's furious scowl etched in the glare.

Around Liam's neck, the amulet's power hummed, hungry for more.

As another firework exploded overhead, Liam seized the moment. With a roar, he launched himself at Nathan, his fury fueling a flurry of blows. His fists pounded Nathan's bare torso, the amulet on Liam's neck blazing hot, siphoning strength with every hit. Nathan, knowing his size advantage, braced his thick legs, refusing to topple under Liam's assault.

At first, Liam's punches glanced off Nathan's rock-hard pecs and abs. But as the amulet's drain surged, each blow began to sting, Nathan's muscles reddening under the onslaught, pain creeping through his muscles. Liam's eyes burned, raw anger driving his fists. Nathan fed up, roared through gritted teeth, his meaty hands snapping out, snatching Liam's fists mid-strike, one in each iron grip. With a surge of strength, he forced Liam down, the dock creaking as Liam's knee hit the boards. Nathan loomed over Liam, their hands locked in a brutal struggle, face twisted in fury, "I ain't the fucking embarrassment to this family Liam!"

Nathan towered over Liam, his massive frame rippling with power, muscles flaring as he forced Liam's lower, his meaty hands crushing Liam's fists as fireworks exploded in red and blue bursts overhead. "You're the fucking shame of this family, Liam!" he bellowed, a firework's crack punctuating his rage. "Always yammering about that manosphere garbage, like it makes you a man!" Liam's breath caught in his chest. Nathan's sheer size loomed like a goddamn mountain, a threatening edge in his cousin's glare he'd never seen before. Fierce, unyielding, terrifying.

Another firework popped, and blue light flashed across Nathan's rage-filled face. "Spending college glued to your phone, no friends, just Reddit bullshit!" Nathan spat, his biceps bulging as he tightened his grip. Liam's heart pounded, intimidation sinking deep, his cousin's massive frame a wall of muscle he couldn't match. A white burst lit the sky, and Nathan leaned closer, voice low and vicious. "And that fucking virgin incel shit. Pathetic!" The last jab hit Liam like a gut punch, his breath hitching. Nathan's eyes burned, his towering bulk casting a shadow as another firework screamed, and Liam's head dropped, his shoulders slumping, filled with shame.

The sky darkened as the fireworks onslaught paused, silence returning to the lake. Liam's head snapped up, eyes locking with Nathan's blazing with venom. "At least I'm not a fucking faggot," he snarled, the star-spangled amulet at his neck igniting with heat. The muscle drain surged, stolen strength flooding Liam's college-age body, his swimmer's build pulsing as he pushed against Nathan's crushing grip. Nathan's eyes widened, shock etching his face. Where the fuck was Liam's strength coming from?

The fireworks began to fill the sky again as Liam's muscles strained, veins popping as he rose, inch by inch as if growing taller with each heartbeat, the amulet's power fueling his defiance. Nathan grunted, his meaty hands faltering against Liam's sudden force. With a roar, Liam shoved Nathan away from him, the linebacker just managing to catch his balance to avoid falling into the water.

The fireworks cracked, creating a dramatic silhouette as the two cousins faced off against each other. Nathan's gaze locked on Liam, his breath heavy. His cousin, once scrawny, now stood at eye level to him, their physiques almost mirror images of each other.

"How the fuck are you doing this?" Nathan barked, his voice thick with shock, as the fireworks raged overhead. Liam's eyes burned, the star-spangled amulet at his neck blazing like a furnace. "You shouldn't worry about how" he spat, rage fueling his words, "worry that I'm going to take everything!"

With a snarl, Liam slammed into Nathan, their bodies colliding with a meaty thud, the dock shuddering as they grappled. Nathan, calling upon the years of football physicality, locked arms with Liam, twisting to try to throw him off, his thick legs planting firm as he shoved back, muscles bulging with effort. Liam's fists swung wildly, clipping Nathan's jaw, then slamming his ribs, each hit sparking a jolt of pain.

The two combatants grappled in a tangle of sweat and rage, fireworks painting their brawl in strobing colours. Nathan's experience gave him the edge, pinning Liam's arm, knee driving into his side, but Liam's frame swelled, muscles thickening, height creeping up, veins popping like cables. The size gap widened, Liam's punches growing heavier, cracking Nathan's abs, his kicks landing harder, forcing Nathan to stagger. Nathan grunted, sweat stinging his eyes, grappling desperately, but Liam's growing bulk overpowered him, slamming him against the dock's edge, the amulet's relentless drain unrelenting.

In a flash, Liam had Nathan pinned, his massive hands clamped on Nathan's forearms, feeling them shrink under his grip. His quads, now thick and powerful, pinned Nathan's fading torso to the creaking boards of the dock, fireworks bursting red and blue above. The star-spangled amulet blazed at Liam's neck, its drain relentless, pumping power into his swelling frame as his blonde hair gleamed in the strobing light.

Liam's eyes burned with triumph, sneering down at his cousin's dwindling frame. "Fuck yeah," he roared, voice booming, "now that's a real fucking man!" Nathan, his strength dwindling, gasped, "Liam, please, let me go, you don't gotta do this!" Liam's lips curled, his growing pecs heaving. "Oh, yes I fucking do," he growled, "I'm taking what's mine, what I deserve as a goddamn alpha!" He leaned back, pumping his swollen biceps, veins bulging like ropes, crowing, "These massive fucking arms!" His fist slammed his chest, the impact echoing, "This meaty fucking pecs!" Then, smirking, he palmed his cock through his shorts, the fabric stretched to bursting over his significantly larger bulge, moaning, "And this huge fucking cock!" His hips rocked, relishing the heft, voice dripping with lust. Nathan squirmed, his frame fading with each pulse of Liam's quads, still crushing him, the lake's lapping drowned by Liam's gloating as the amulet glowed, sealing Nathan's fate.

Nathan's voice came weak, barely a rasp, pinned beneath Liam's massive form, his shrinking chest struggling for breath. "Liam… you're hurting me," he choked out. Liam ignored him, eyes closed as he fondled his new cock, thinking about all the pussy was waiting for him. His pecs bulged, abs carved deeper, each ripple a testament to his ascension.

Nathan's breaths grew shallow, black spots dotting his vision, Liam's crushing weight bearing down, his lungs screaming for air. "Please Liam," Nathan begged again, voice fading, eyes desperate. Liam's gaze snapped down, cold and triumphant. "Begging again? You really are a sub aren't you," he snarled, squeezing his quads harder, the massive muscles, now bigger than Nathan's ever were, constricting Nathan's lungs like a vice.

Nathan gasped, his frame shrinking to a frail shadow, the lake's lapping drowned by the fireworks' roar. His eyes fluttered, black spots swallowing his sight, and he slumped, unconscious, as a final firework exploded, its white glare casting Liam's towering, ever-growing physique in stark relief to the night sky.

Epilogue

Nathan woke with a start in his bed, the morning light harsh through the window, his body aching like he'd been hit by a truck. Mateo was gone, the sheets empty beside him. He sat up, heart pounding, and looked down. His chest was sunken, arms rail-thin, his jacked linebacker frame reduced to a frail shadow, his face now gaunt. He swung his legs out of bed, his feet hitting the floor much sooner than he expected. He was shorter, by over a foot, his height stolen along with his strength. Last night was real, he thought, panic rising, the memory of Liam's gloating face and the amulet's glow burning in his mind.

On the floor lay one of his workout shirts, red and white and embossed with the name of his college team, next to a pair of shorts. Both were massive now in his much smaller hands. He pulled on both garments, the shirt draping like a tent over his bony shoulders, the shorts sagging despite cinching the drawstring. He stumbled to the mirror, barely recognising the diminished figure staring back, a far cry from the alpha he'd been. Liam did this, he seethed. He needed to find his cousin and make this right.

Nathan stumbled into the lake house kitchen. The family gathered around the breakfast table and stopped their chatter, turning to stare at the diminished athlete who had barrelled into the room. The 4th of July decorations, stars-and-stripes banners, still clung to the walls, but the air felt wrong. "Nathan, why are you wearin' your cousin's shirt?" Uncle Ray chuckled, eyeing the loose fit. Nathan's heart sank, his voice cracking. "This is my shirt!" The family burst into laughter, plates clinking as Aunt Karen leaned forward, her eyes glinting. "Boy, you'll need to eat a heap more and pray to the Lord Jesus if you wanna fill out Liam's clothes!" she cackled, sparking more hoots and jeers. Nathan's face burned, disbelief choking him. How could they not remember him, the linebacker star, the pride of the family? Their laughter stung like a slap, his shrunken frame trembling as he backed away, their hollers—"Look at little Nathan playin' dress-up!"—chasing him. He fled toward the door, not grasping how his family could forget the real him.

The morning sun glared off the lake, the chaos of last night having all but faded. Nathan's eyes locked onto a hulking figure at the dock's end, draped in a stars-and-stripes flag. Nathan's shrunken legs carried him closer, heart pounding with each step. As he neared, the figure turned, and Nathan's breath caught. Liam, stood before him, now a fucking colossus, bigger than last night, bigger than Nathan had ever been. Liam's blonde hair gleamed in the sun, framing a chiselled jaw sharper than ever. A white singlet with American flag sunglasses blazoned across it, once loose on his scrawny frame, now clung skin-tight, straining to contain his massive chest, the fabric stretched to near-tearing over pecs that jutted like slabs of granite. His shoulders were cannonballs, biceps bulging with strength, veins snaking down forearms thicker than Nathan's thighs.

Liam's quads, massive pillars straining his shorts, flexed with every shift of his weight. Nathan's eyes dropped lower, unable to miss the obscene bulge in Liam's shorts, a thick outline screaming dominance, the kind Nathan had once owned. Liam stood taller, at least 6'3", maybe even 6'4", his frame a monument to stolen power.

Nathan's shrunken frame trembled as he faced Liam on the dock, the oversized shirt swallowing his rail-thin body, making him appear even more diminutive. "What the fuck are you doing, Liam?" Nathan rasped, voice cracking with desperation. Liam grinned, flexing his freakish biceps. "Getting Tinder pics, bro," he drawled, pulling off his singlet to show off his cobblestone abs as he snapped a shot with his phone. "This body's gonna get me so much pussy."

Nathan's fists clenched, his diminished height barely reaching Liam's chest. "Where's Mateo?" he demanded, heart pounding. Liam's eyes glinted, cruel. "Who gives a shit about some queer? Bet you can't stop thinking about him railing you, though, huh?" he taunted, pulling down his sunglasses and revealing his dazzling blue eyes.

Nathan's rage boiled over, and he charged. But as his frail body slammed into Liam's granite pecs he bounced off his larger cousin without leaving a scratch. Liam laughed, a deep, mocking boom, and shoved Nathan to the dock with one hand, leaving Nathan sprawled on the dock, helpless. Liam struck a commanding double bicep pose, his muscles bulging, veins popping. "Everything's finally right," he decreed, voice thundering. "I'm the alpha, Nathan. This is my God-given right!" Nathan could only stare up at everything he'd lost. Liam flaunting his colossal form in all its patriotic glory.

Aunt Karen stood alone in the lake house kitchen, her eyes glued to the window, watching the dock as Liam towered over Nathan's frail figure, the morning sun glinting off the stars-and-stripes flag draped over Liam's shoulders. The distant clatter of plates from the dining room where the family ate breakfast was oblivious to the scene outside. She couldn't hear a word from the dock, the lake's calm swallowing any sound, but she saw Liam's commanding double bicep pose, Nathan sprawled at his feet, a silhouette of defeat.

Her lips twitched, a knowing glint in her eyes as she slipped her hand into her apron pocket, fingers grazing the star-spangled eagle amulet, it's metal warm against her touch. She turned to the dining room, where the family were laughing over breakfast. The older members of the family turned to face her, with wordless expressions of knowing approval. Clearing her throat, Karen raised her coffee mug, voice firm and proud. "God bless this family, and God bless America!" The family erupted from the dining room, hooting and hollering, mugs clinking, their patriotic fervour shaking the walls.

Part 2 maybe?

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Lucky Charm

Disclaimer: This story was proofread by AI. I suck as spelling.

Pete tore through his locker, shoving aside damp towels and sweaty socks that reeked of too many hours on the field as he frantically searched for his treasured lucky charm. His grandmother had given the delicate clover pendant to him when he was six, promising it would bring him luck. He’d worn it through every tackle, every workout, every winning pass. It wasn’t just a charm at this point. It was part of him, just like the light brown hair plastered to his sweaty forehead or the steely blue eyes that made girls swoon. His chest heaved, and his heart slammed against his ribs in panic at the thought of playing the big game tonight without it.

“Rhys!” Pete’s deep voice echoed off the tiled walls, thick with desperation. His teammate lounged on a bench, lacing up his cleats. “Have you seen my charm? I swear it was here before I hit the showers.”

Rhys snorted, barely glancing up. “You’re the golden boy who can do no wrong. You don’t need some pussy charm.” His dark eyes flicked over, taunting. “Man up.”

Pete’s jaw clenched, his pretty-boy face, golden tan, chiselled lines, twisting into something harder. “Just tell me if you’ve seen it, asshole.”

“Nah.” Rhys stood with the swagger of a cocky college jock and sauntered toward the field. “Check your panties, bro. Maybe it’s tangled up in there.”

The door slammed, leaving Pete alone with the buzz of the shitty locker room lights and the stench of stale sweat. He ripped into his duffel again, biceps bulging as he tore through its contents. Nothing. His pulse spiked, a cold sweat prickling his neck. Something was wrong. The air felt too thick. A wave of dizziness hit him, and the room tilted. He gripped the locker door, knuckles white, growling, “Pull it together. You don’t need a stupid charm.” But his voice trembled with doubt.

Then it started.

A pull, deep in his gut, like his insides were collapsing. Pete sucked in a shocked breath, his broad chest shuddering as he staggered back, big feet kicking over the bench behind him. His legs, those tree-trunk quads honed from years on the field, quivered. He stared down, heart pounding, as the hard muscle softened, shrinking like it was melting away. His skin tingled, a cold emptiness spreading across his body, as if his very vitality were draining away. His calves, once meaty and veined, flattened into frail sticks. “What the fuck…” His voice cracked, horror seeping in.

His arms went next. The biceps that powered his game-winning throws withered, veins sinking beneath increasingly pale skin, his saucer-sized hands shrinking away. His shoulders slumped, narrow and weak. He felt light, hollow, as his 6’4” frame collapsed inward. His jersey sagged off a bony shoulder, sweatpants pooling around his slimming hips. Cold air bit his skin, before a new panic clawed at him.

His cock, his pride, thick and heavy, was shrinking too. He grabbed at it, small hands fumbling, desperate to hold onto what defined him. But it dwindled to nothing, his balls shrinking to pathetic pebbles. “No, no, fuck no!” he screamed, but it came out as a reedy squeak that churned his stomach. His body wasn’t his anymore. It was betraying him. 

Pete stumbled to the mirror, weak legs barely holding him up. The reflection was a stranger. No chiselled jaw, no piercing blue eyes. Just a soft, round face, eyes wide with panic, a weak chin, and thin hair. His ribs poked out under pale, hairless skin, his abs gone, his frame frail. He wasn’t a jock anymore. He was nothing. His mind screamed. Without the necklace, who was he? Not the star quarterback. Not the guy who owns every room he walks into. Just… nothing. His hands shook, clawing at his chest, desperate for the familiar weight of the clover pendant.

The door banged open, and Rhys stormed in, meaty fingers fumbling with his helmet. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the scrawny kid drowning in Pete’s clothes. “Who the fuck are you?” he barked, crossing the room in two strides. “Some twink sneaking in to jack Pete’s shit? Get out!”

“Rhys, it’s me!” Pete pleaded, voice breaking. He reached out, but Rhys grabbed his skinny wrist, twisting it effortlessly. Pain shot through him, his frail body folding to his friend’s superior strength.

“Bullshit.” Rhys shoved him hard, sending him stumbling into the hall. “Get your bony ass outta here before I kick it in.” The door slammed, locking Pete out of the locker room, and with it, the life he’d known.

He sank against a nearby wall, breath shallow, hands shaking as they clutched his slim neck where the necklace should have been. His luck had run out.

Across town…

Lars stood alone in his boyfriend’s bathroom, toying with the latch of a silver chain, a clover pendant dangling against his scrawny chest. He’d swiped it from Pete during a tutoring gig, thinking it’d spice up his roleplay with Sammy. Sammy loved it when Lars pretended to be the jock, despite his lanky frame, pale skin, and shy, wide eyes. He worked the clasp, admiring how it hung low on his thin chest. Finally, it clicked into place, and he stood back to admire his stolen trinket. It was the perfect prop from the golden boy himself.

It started slow. A simmering heat bloomed in his chest before spreading like molten lava through his veins. The pendant pulsed, glowing a pale green, syncing with his racing heartbeat. “Oh god, what’s happening?” he whimpered, voice trembling, head pounding with fear. Then came an electric buzz that made his breath catch. It was starting to feel good.

CRACK. A raw, electric jolt hit him, igniting his bones. Lars grunted, stumbling back as his body erupted. The heat surged, a wildfire consuming him, his meagre muscles spasming as they clawed outward. His forearms thickened, veins bulging like twisted ropes. His biceps ballooned into meaty peaks, splitting his t-shirt sleeves, the fabric tearing as he flexed, power surging like a drug.

The fire hit his chest next. His pecs swelled into thick slabs, stretching his shirt until it groaned and tore down the centre. He ran his hands over them, fingers digging into the firm, hot flesh, feeling the weight and mass. “Fuck… yes,” he growled, voice dropping an octave. His shoulders broadened, deltoids bulging unnaturally, making him wider, more imposing. His spine cracked, stretching him taller—6’0” to 6’2”, then 6’4”—the ceiling closing in as his skeleton shifted to accommodate his growing mass. The room shrank around him as he began to take up more and more space.

It was as if the necklace was giving Lars every advantage Pete had ever had. The dividends of all those years of gruelling workouts, of meticulous healthy eating, of sun-soaked afternoons on the football field, were now paying off for Lars and Lars alone.

His legs trembled as the transformation roared downward. His thighs thickened, quads piling on striated muscle, splitting his shorts at the seams. His calves bulged, veins snaking to his feet, which burst through his sneakers, his size 8s morphing into monstrous 14s, toes curling as his body was wracked with pleasure and pain. His ass hardened into granite orbs, straining his trunks as his hips widened. He moaned, the deep, guttural sound reverberating through the room.

But the real rush hit his groin. His cock swelled, growing hotter, heavier, and lengthening inch by torturous inch. The elastic of his trunks snapped, unable to contain the girth as his shaft surged free, thick veins pulsing. It was monstrous. Three times its original size, impossibly thick, the head swollen and glistening with pre-cum. He gripped it, his enlarged hand barely wrapping around, stroking slowly, savouring the ecstatic jolts. “Ohhh, fuck yeah,” he moaned, hips bucking, a primal need overtaking him. His balls churned, swelling heavy and full, testosterone flooding his system.

The pleasure was unbearable, a mix of agony and euphoria. He yanked off his shredded clothes, standing naked and massive, every muscle flexing as he admired himself. His red hair was wilder, sweat-soaked, his eyes sharper with newfound confidence. His pale skin stretched over a body that screamed dominance, broad shoulders, chiselled abs, and a cock that could split a man in two. He loved what he saw in the mirror, and what he felt beneath his fingertips as he explored every curve and line of his growing form.

But the change wasn’t only physical. His mind twisted with each pulse of growth. Confidence drowned out his nerdy insecurities. Power coursed through him, rewriting him into a man who took what he wanted. He squeezed his massive nuts, snarling at the pleasure-pain, imagining the world bending to his will.

Sammy burst in, drawn by the guttural moans shaking the apartment. He froze. Lars stood before the dirty bathroom mirror, a towering epitome of raw masculinity. His dirty red hair curled wild and sweaty over his forehead, framing light blue eyes that burned with a feral glint. His flushed pink skin, stretched tight over a mountain of muscle, glistening with sweat, thick veins pulsing beneath. His biceps bulged obscenely, larger than most men’s thighs, and deep striations carved across his meaty pecs as they heaved with each breath. His quads twitched, massive and unyielding, forcing his stance wide, while his ass was hard, plump, and begged to be grabbed. At his groin, a monstrous cock hung heavy, veins snaking along its length, the head swollen and dripping.  

“Lars, what the…” Sammy choked, voice trembling. Lars turned, towering over him, grin predatory. “Get on your knees, Sammy. Now.”

Sammy hesitated, his heart hammering. This wasn’t his Lars. But his cock betrayed him, aching for the monster before him. “Lars, I…” he stammered, but Lars’ piercing gaze silenced him. He dropped, hands trembling as they reached for the impossible girth.

Lars grabbed Sammy’s head, fingers knotting in his hair, shoving him closer. “Suck it,” he ordered, hips thrusting forward. Sammy’s lips stretched wide, struggling to take the swollen head, gagging as it battered his throat. Lars groaned, the wet heat sending shocks up his spine. He thrust harder, loving Sammy’s choking, the way his slender hands gripped his thighs. “Fuck yeah, take it,” he growled, hips pumping with brutal rhythm. Sammy slurped, spit dripping down his chin, driven by desperate lust.

Lars’ body fed off the dominance, biceps swelling as he flexed, chest heaving. His cock thickened in Sammy’s mouth, stretching his lips further. He could feel Sammy’s submission, his trembling frame, and it fueled him. “You’re mine,” he snarled, shoving deeper, fucking Sammy’s throat with abandon. His balls tightened, the pressure building.

Sammy’s hands roamed Lars’ abs and quads, worshipping the god he’d become. Lars flexed, showing off his mass, the raw masculinity owning the room. The necklace pulsed one last time. Lar’s height ticked to 6’5” and his shoulders widened, accentuating his v-taper even more. His vascularity and muscle feathering surged as his cock pulsed bigger still. Sammy gagged harder, tears streaming. But he didn’t stop. He was too consumed by lust for the god standing before him.

The climax hit like a tidal wave. Lars roared, slamming into Sammy’s throat with a one deep, savage thrust. His cock pulsed, erupting in thick, hot volleys that flooded Sammy’s mouth, spilling out as he choked. Lars threw his head back in ecstasy as the climax rolled over him, his muscles twitching and his body trembling. As the pleasure subsided, he pulled out, his shaft still hard and glistening with spit and cum. With a flick of his hand, he unceremoniously smeared his dripping mushroom head across Sammy’s face. “Good boy,” he rumbled, voice thick with satisfaction.

Sammy slumped, panting, his face a mess of cum and sweat. “You’re… unreal,” he rasped. Lars loomed over him, radiating heat and musk. “Fuck, I could get used to this,” he growled, voice dripping with arrogance. 

Sammy’s eyes raked over Lars’ new colossal form, his gaze lingering on the obscene cock that was still pointing right at him. Sammy rose, hands sliding up Lars’ sweat-slick thighs, until he was level with Lars’ plump pecs. He briefly looked up at the handsome face above him before turning away. The tower of muscle above him was a walking wet dream. But what happened to the kind and caring Lars that he used to know? 

After a few moments of silence, Lars grabbed his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. In those light blues, Sammy saw a familiar kindness that made his heart melt. With that, Lars yanked him close, crashing their lips together in a tender embrace. When they broke apart, Lars smirked, “How’s that for roleplay?” tossing Sammy a cheeky wink.

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Brotherly changes

"Ok, so just add this to me and then I put them on," said Austin as he applied the potion to his crotch and thighs before putting on his brother's shorts. Austin was the older brother of him and Dylan. Dylan however, was superior despite being younger. Dylan had been blessed with good looks and golden curly hair, whereas Austin’s face had gone rugged from the lack of sleep, and his once blonde hair had gone dirty brown and grown out a fair bit. Dylan got praised for every little thing he did and got gifts from their parents, while Austin worked himself to death. Dylan was incredibly well built and had become something of a star on the pitch and on social media where he had a large following. It was large enough he was given contracts and paid to post selfies for all the thirsty people out there. Austin had twiggy arms and a slightly fat belly, he couldn’t afford to workout and had no desire to. Dylan was also very popular because of this, he had parties lined up nearly every weekend, and from whispers, Austin had heard, he had been with at least a cohort of girls. Austin had a few dates over the years, but they all disappeared. Since then he barely tried as every date ghosted him.

Dylan was infinitely superior to Austin, and they both knew it. Whenever they met, Dylan would always open by mocking his brother for being a loser. Austin though, knew how to hit back at his fragile ego. Dylan would always then finish off with something homophobic, before shutting up and then repeating the process thirty minutes later.

Dylan’s homophobia was definitely one of his less attractive traits, but it was only one of them, and somehow, despite being open with it, people just ignored it and loved him regardless.

Austin had had enough though now, he wanted a piece of his younger brother, so he could finally stand up to him. Austin, through various conspicuous connections, had found his way to a secret site. The site sold various items, some illegal and some weren’t even known to authorities. One of the items, which he had taken a special interest in though, was a formula that when applied with someone else's DNA, would let them add part of that person to themselves.

It was a perfect time too, as both were back at home. Austin had the house to himself now, as the parents were out together and Dylan had probably gone to the gym, he didn’t care. He stole one of his brother's sweaty pairs of grey workout shorts and put them on before applying the formula. Surely his brother's sweat would be enough so he could get his strength?

Everything was set and ready to go, and yet he had no idea what came next. Austin sat in his bed waiting for something to happen. He felt tingles and a breeze brushing his skin, but it went nowhere.

“Fuck I knew it was to be good to be true! I’ve been scammed!” he yelled to himself in frustration. He sighed a deep breath and stared at himself in silence. Unbeknownst to him, someone was still in the house and enjoying the disappointment of Austin.

“What's going on, dipshit?” Came Dylan’s youthful and cocky voice. Austin was taken from his haze and stared at him in shock. He thought he was out?

“What are you doing here? I thought you were out?” stuttered Austin, who was trembling at the thought of what Dylan could do.

“Wandering around my parent's house, fuckhead. What are you doing in my workout shorts?”

“Ughh…” Austin stopped as he realised how awkward the situation was. Dylan smirked and started laughing though when he saw the bottle of formula.

“Haha, you fucking bought it, bro, you fucking dumbass. You really are that sad aren’t you,” Dylan jabbed. Austin was nearly tearing up at how awkward this was but also at how real Dylan's words were.

“Fuck you, Dylan,” Austin said quietly

“What was that?” replied Dylan

“Fuck you,” he said louder

“Haha, you are such a loser. I know you hate me, but fuck, look at what I get for a brother. You’re useless and I’m perfect. Honestly, changing you if or the better,”

“Well, as you see…” Austin was about to rebuttal his brother, but Dylan cut him off.

“Don’t speak,” Dylan ordered, he glared at him for a second. Austin sat in amazement, as he stared back, his brother's golden curls then began to glow brightly for a second. As this happened Austin felt as his mouth shut and a weighted feeling locked them together.

“Finally got to use that on you. I don’t why I have this lit power bro, but it's amazing. I’ve had it all my life and no one knows. It's how I’ve achieved so much bro. You see, whenever I talk and force a command on someone or tell them to change, my hair glows and it just happens, how lit is that?” Dylan explained. Austin sat in confusion as he tried to understand, he wanted to ask more, but his jaw was sealed shut still.

“I don’t why but it’s never worked on you, and I dunno if you ever had it. But it works on everyone else. When mom and dad bought me my first car, when I got that sponsor-ship when I got those high grades while barely studying, and pretty much getting everything I ever wanted!” He continued. Austin lay there in amazement, it was so stupid and fantastical and yet it seemed so real. Dylan wasn’t dumb, but he didn’t exactly have the brains to pull off straight As. And it was true that he got everything he ever wanted for no reason at all.

Dylan gleed in triumph at finally getting his secret out, as if it did anything. Austin would have no power in stopping Dylan as he could just convince people that Austin was mad. He started flexing and looking over himself, admiring his body before smirking widely at Austin.

“You might want to brace yourself for the next bit, but this body wasn't all hard work,” he said as if setting up a huge twist.

“You remember your first boyfriend, Riley, right. Well, I fucking hated that flamer, more so than your other faggy boyfriends. So one day while you were out and he was waiting here, I wanted to get rid of him, I ordered him into my room and I don’t know how I did it, but I joked that he was a part of me,” Dylan began laughing maniacally as he readied for the punchline.

“AND HE FUCKING BECAME PART OF ME, BRO!” Dylan roared. Austin sat bewildered by what was going on and yet there was some truth to it all.

“He just fell onto my chest and in a few seconds sank in. Afterwards, my body was twice the size and far more muscular. I did it to all of them, well except Jacob. When my mate, Jake fucked off, a couple of years ago, I took the liberty to turn Jacob into an exact copy of him so he would still be here with me. The best thing is that all those fags were forgotten about completelyl, well except for you and me,” Dylan went, on laughing as he explained how he had secretly and yet obviously been tormenting Austin.

Austin sat there, unable to speak and absorbed all the information. All these years it had been his brother fucking him over. And now that he thought about it, he remembered Dylan talking about Jake leaving, and yet he still hung out with him last week. This fantasy of Dylans was real and Austin went from bewildered, straight to angry. He jumped up to go over and hit Dylan, maybe even kill him. But Dylan saw this and smiled at him.

“Go lie down bro,” He said swiftly before his golden hair glowed brightly. Austin's legs stopped walking forwards, and uncontrollably started walking him backwards. Despite his rage and anger, and his desire to hurt his brother, his body seemed to obey his brother's will like a slave. His body went and laid back down on the bed, while Austin tried to push against it. But his body was kept in place by an invisible force.

“Haha, you can’t do shit now big bro, I don’t know why I can do this to you now but it's great,” Dylan mocked again, he seemed to be enjoying it. He went over to Austin's phone and whispered to himself that he knew his code to enter, his hair glowed gold and just like that he accessed it straight. He began scrolling through his dating apps licking his lips.

“Oh, bro I have access to a whole load of tasty meals, which should I go for, do you think, Tim… or Colin?” He joked, Austin was unable to do anything and so looked at him, despairing at his brother for such cruel games.

“Haha, don’t worry I’m gonna share em,” Dylan finished, putting the phone to the side and focusing on his frozen brother.

“You're not the only one that hates their brother, Austin. I thought having a brother would be cool or some shit, but your boring as fuck. All you do is sit at a shitty job and complain, and now you want to be like your little brother. Well don’t worry bro, cos I feel the same and now I’m going to make you just like me!” Dylan yelled at his inanimate brother. Even though it was Austin's plan to steal parts of his brother, he felt terrified of his brother changing him. Austin only wanted his strength so he could stand up to him, but with his brother in charge, there was no way of knowing how much he could change. Would he still be like he was now or an exact copy of his brother?

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna make you so much more like me and we’re going to do everything together, like actual bros. We’re going to work out, party and have damn lit time, and we’ll forget all about this shitty version of you. I’m even going to give you the same power and hair I have, just to add to our fun. College is going to be a fucking blast together,” Dylan went on. There was an excitement to his voice, in that he truly wanted to turn Austin into a better brother, one that closely resembled himself. Austin however didn’t feel the same way, the idea of being 20 again made him sick. He thought he had an ok 20s, studying and doing other various nerdy stuff that he loved. He didn’t party or anything, but the idea that that would be what he would do for the next few years unsettled him. But then again, Dylan would make sure that the new Austin would love it.

“And don’t forget with our hair and power we can be like this forever, partying forever, changing people into whatever we want forever, getting whatever we want forever, being young forever, we can do everything and more, bro,” Dylan teased, he knew Austin hated the idea of becoming like him. Austin was absolutely terrified of becoming just like Dylan, but forever, that instilled a chilling fear in him. Dylan stood up and smirked down one last time at his brother.

“You ready bro, time to get you freshly minted as a young hot jock bro like me,” Austin had no way of replying or pleading as Dylan had left him permanently silent and inanimate.

“Oh fine, I’ll let you beg for me to stop, but only so I can enjoy ridding the world of you. Speak”

“Oh fuck, PLEASE, I don’t want this, I’ll give you money, anything,” Austin screamed.

“Haha, bro haven’t you been listening, I can get everything I want, it's time to let go of being a loser. Time to change,” Dylan finished, this time for good.

“I wish my brother was more like me,” He said before his head glowed bright gold once again. Austin instantly felt as his body began to heat up.

“Please, no,” Austin begged.

“That reminds me, I’ve got a party after this, perfect to introduce you to people and this girl I think you’ll want to fuck…,” Dylan went.

Despite being able to talk again, Austin was overwhelmed by the heat that was coming from his skin. He didn’t sweat, nor feel dry anywhere, but it was like he was in the middle of the desert.His skin was the first to change, as the heat sent a bright rose colour across his chest before spreading to the tips of his fingers and toes. As the heat intensified, his body began to inflate in size, ballooning out his fickle frame. The bulging fat then changed into muscle, his arms and legs were ripped, his stomach settled and a six-pack rippled unto them, while two ballonish pecs softened into big pillowy cushions. His body was exactly like his big bros now. As the heat began to move, quickly erasing all of Austin, he found that his skin was now softer and far more youthful. His brother's shorts fit him tightly now as his body was the same size and build.

“Go on bro, give your body a feel,” said Dylan. Austin’s arms then moved uncontrollably, feeling over the new body. Austin gasped in horror as he felt muscles and young hairless skin. It was just like his brother’s.

The heat now moved down to his hands, which both expanded from tiny, wrinkled things into large, protruding claws. The heat also moved to his feet which exploded from size 9s out into monstrous size 13s. The heat then moved back to his flat butt, blowing it into a large round bubble butt that would have any top drooling over. However, as it grew, his loose hole from old dates and hook-ups tightened and closed up, ensuring nothing could penetrate it. The heat then went for his crotch next, heating up his bush and turning from brown into golden blonde, while his shrivelled up slug of a dick began to feel a pulse going down it. Each one expanded it further and further until it reached his brother's size of a solid and firm, 10”s.

“You’re almost looking just like me bro, gotta change your face now, but keep a little different to mine,” said Dylan, his hair yet again glowing.

All the heat now shot up to Autin's face, erasing years from it and infusing him with my energetic look. His blotchy stubble vanished, while the rough skin softened up. Soon his chin and cheeks were delicately smooth and soft with a smidgen of fat. This wasn’t all though, the proximity of his eyes, shape of his nose were altered, becoming similar to his brothers. His hazelnut eyes squinted without notice, gaining the same light blue colour as Dylan. His long and sharp mouth shrunk in width before turning pouty, so he could give off that cute fuckboi look. Austin saw a stray hair fall just in front of his face. One hair came out at a time at first, but as he uncontrollably pushed his hand through his hair, it all came out in clumps. In its place, new fairer and cleaner brown hairs began to sprout. Instead of growing up straight or flopping to the side, they gained the same curly texture and style as his brothers, though they remained a light brown colour. Austin began feeling up his face and hair. As his meaty fingers got caught on a curl, knew that the changes truly had consumed every vestige of his old self. Dylan sat back in an armchair and continued to smirk at him, smugly looking over his new brother in triumph.

“What have you done to me?!” He yelled, before realising his voice had gained the same silky masculine tones of his brother.

“I turned you into me, bro, don’t worry I don’t intend to leave you like this, bro,” Dylan replied calmly.

“So you can turn me back?”

“Oh no, I mean to wipe out your personality bro, it's in dire need of updating, with some of my personal touches,” Dylan joked. Austin gulped, head changed so much already, it was clearly possible now that he was going to change further.

“Make my brother Austin, be more like me,” Dylan spoke again. His hair continued to radiate some magic as it glowed. Austin then fell back to the bed grasping at it as a headache shot through him.

Austin struggled on the bed, grasping at his head, trying to save his damned intelligence and personality from being twisted into what his brother wanted. There was no build-up or preparation for what came next. Austin instantly realised as his memories and thoughts were washed away, draining away until he forgot every part of his old life. New memories then began to fruit in his head, each one he thought of or remembered, he knew it was wrong. The memories were not what had happened, but what Dylan wanted. Some were twisted re-imaginations of him and some were completely fabricated out of nothing. His old rivalry with Dylan was no-more, now the pair were almost inseparable. They would do everything together, studying, working out, parties and gaming. Where they had brotherly fights, they had brotherly shenanigans, where they would do all kinds of pranks. The job which Austin slaved away at, was gone, now he spent his life working out for the brother’s shared Instagram account where they had millions of followers who adored them and their bodies. He also had the same vain aspirations as Dylan, no interest in anything that didn’t involve their bodies, which meant sports, working out and their social media influence. All these memories and aspirations built a new foundation for a life similar to Dylans. Of course, he couldn’t truly remain at his old age, and with each memory added, his age was reduced by a year until he was 21 again.

Austin no longer felt horror or fear as his changes became his reality. He took in the sight of his body once again, but now it filled him with arrogance and cockiness. He was a sexy stud, who gained influence and importance from his body. He no longer had any aspirations, all he wanted was to party, fuck, workout and make easy money.

“Haha, now you're thinking right bro. I gotta get rid of that gay bit and add a few more touches of myself to you and then you need to get rid of your old self,” Dylan proudly added, as Austin began flexing and smirking to himself.

Dylan’s hair then lit up once more, and Austin felt eager to let his brother change him further, despite not realising how much of him was going to be changed. This time, the heat was centred around the top of Austin’s head, primarily in his hair, which tingled. But this wasn’t the only place heating up and tingling, the same sensation was felt down by his crotch. Austin couldn’t help but shove his hand in his shorts, before pulling out his jackhammer. He began to rub at it, soothing the pleasure that now infested it.

At first, his head went to his usual fantasies of college guys and bears. He continued for a while until he realised they weren’t doing it for him anymore. Bears repulsed him as he hated the idea of associating with anyone that wasn’t fit, beautiful, and young. To him, fat people were a waste of a potentially beautiful person, if they put in the hours to become like him.

Then college guys felt weird to him. He no longer felt an attraction to them, rather found them cool to hang with and would enjoy partying with them. In a split second, the idea of college bimbos was forced into his mind before taking over. A new feeling overcame him, he couldn’t help but feel uncontrollable lust towards dumb bimbos with big tits. Austin had the desire to fuck as many as he could, it wasn’t as if they would say no to him, and if they did his bro could make them do anything. Any attraction towards men now dissipated, and the same dumb horny straight boy thoughts as his brother were what he strived for. He strived to be just like him, he wanted to bang as many chicks, no, he wanted to bang more chicks, as they had a contest between them. Austin rubbed harder, his balls filling with old memories and thoughts, as he persisted towards becoming just like his bro. He expelled any desire towards men to his balls, and now he openly allowed his brother's deep-rooted homophobia to take him, feeling the same repulsion his brother had towards it. Of course, his brother and he could change them however they wanted or maybe devour them for bigger muscles, the options were endless.

“TITS, FUCK TITS, NEED TO FUCK…” Austin moaned as his dick was ready to go. As the last traces of old Austin flowed into his balls. His brown hair then began to glow as he became infused with the same power his brother had. Austin couldn’t imagine being anything other than being a hot sexy jock bro like his brother. He pumped harder now that he desired release.

“FUCKIN TITS, BROOOOOO” His dick exploded, expelling his old life from his and allowing the new douchey Austin to take full control. As he lay there out of breath, the glow from his hair faded. Instead of reverting back to his natural brown, it was now the same perfect golden blonde curls as his brother.

“You had a good time bro,” Dylan smirked

“Fuck yeah, bro, I need more though” Austin replied as he got up.

“Don’t there's gonna be plenty of pussy tonight big bro,” said Dylan as he put his arm around his big bro.

“Thanks, little bro, not sure what I would do without you,” Austin finished, smiling at his bro now that they were best bros. The two would get anything and everything, fuck any girl and be great players on the pitch, Life was gonna be lit.

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Valentine’s Candy

“Valentine’s day candy..?” Jeff wondered as he set down his work stuff. He’d just gotten home and was surprised to see it on the dining room table. He hadn’t bought it and his roommate didn’t have much use for it either. It’d been years since they’d moved in together but Nate hadn’t had a girlfriend since they’d met. Though, Jeff had found himself striking out a bit more than usual as well.

Maybe it was something with age. Or maybe he was just tired of playing stupid games to win short term prizes. Either way, neither him nor Nate had any reason for it. And unsurprisingly, the bag was already open. “One or two won’t be missed,” Jeff smiled to himself as he stuck his hand in the open bag. Each of the bars of chocolate were individually wrapped, making it easy to pull a couple of them out.

Jeff opened up the package and bit into the small chocolate bar. “Oh wow!” he exclaimed. A rush of sweetness touched his tongue and he quickly finished off the rest of the bar. “Sheesh! What kind of chocolate is this? Had to be like 20 bucks a bag!” he unwrapped the second one and took it in one bite. Somehow it tasted even better than the first. His sweet tooth was working over time as he ate it. But more surprising was the tingle running through the rest of his body.

All of a sudden, he felt a chill run through his spine and branch out along his arms and legs. His body shivered at the reaction. “Woah,” a smile planted itself on his face. “That’s some sweet chocolate,” he said as he reached in and grabbed another. He opened it as he headed back to his room. That chill ran through his body again, making him shake as he walked.

As Jeff went back to his room, he was already starting to undo the buttons of his light blue dress up shirt. Despite its usual comfort, it suddenly felt really constricting. Even if Nate wasn’t home yet, courtesy still dictated that he should only change in his room. Yet, he had already stripped off his shirt, and undid his belt and pants before he got there. The moment he stepped in his room he dropped them along with his boxes and kicked them off.

“Much better…” he breathed. Nudity suddenly felt so freeing. Feeling the cool air directly on his skin was relaxing. And there wasn’t anything constricting his movements. He let out a heavy breath. “Nate’s gonna be pissed if I walk around like this though…” he muttered. Looking in his dresser he pulled out a pair of old shorts and slid them on. The loose fabric wasn’t that bad, though Jeff couldn’t help but pull at the band. He still felt a bit of discomfort around it.

Yet, his attention was instantly changed when he looked in the mirror. “Damn stud,” he complimented himself. His blood started to pump a bit faster as he looked over himself. It’d been years since he’d felt this good about his body. Flab had taken over his somewhat muscular build. Not to mention the extra weight that rounded out his face in unnatural ways. But, when he looked in the mirror right now, he couldn’t help but compliment his body even more. Maybe it was the facial hair that grew in, something he hadn’t been allowed to grow because of his work’s strict policy.

Jeff didn’t pay any mind to the fact that there was no way for him to grow something like that in the course of a few hours. Something that would have normally taken him at least a week to grow had suddenly sprung onto his face in a few minutes. Not to mention how his muscles were starting to stand out a bit more either. Instead, a sense of pride filled him as he flexed them, showing off in the mirror. “What girl could say no to this?” he bragged some more.

His stomach grumbled. “Hmm…?” he wondered how he could already be hungry. That didn’t mean he didn’t crave something. “The chocolate!” he gleefully rushed out of his bedroom and back to the dining room, grabbing the chocolate. “Still sweet as ever,” he smiled after popping one into his mouth. Grabbing the bag, he headed towards the couch and plopped down onto it. He turned on the TV and started watching it, absentmindedly still eating the chocolate. Each one sending another wave of pleasure running through his body.

What Jeff didn’t notice were the consistent changes to his body. Fat was rapidly disappearing from each and ever corner of him. His muscles bulged out with more power and strength. His mind slowed ever so slightly. But that just made the shows on the TV all the more interesting. However, most importantly, whenever he touched his body, he felt a surge of pleasure run through him. His dick sprang to life, excited to receive some sort of attention.

Jeff’s hands drifted down from his inflating pecs, over his defined abs and down into his shorts. He slowly massaged the boner as he watched the TV, not noticing that his attention toward any of the female leads was rapidly drifting towards the main male ones. Even going so far to change the channel when it wasn’t focusing enough on one. “So boring!” he declared when he couldn’t find anything of value to watch. He fell onto the couch and looked back into the bag. “Shit,” he cursed as he saw it was completely empty. “Little bro’s gonna be pissed.”

Almost on cue, the front door opened and Nate entered. “Hey! I’m home,” Nate called out. He set down his briefcase and hung up his coat, then sniffed the air. “What’s that…” his mind trailed off as his body swayed slightly, “smell..?” His attention caught back up to him as he looked at the dining room table. Nothing was on it. He looked around and saw someone splayed out on the couch. Someone he only somewhat recognized. “J-Jeff?!”

“Sup little bro,” Jeff smiled. “How was work?”

“Work was—” Nate cut himself off, slapping his face. It was turning red. But he was still swaying a bit. His eyes looked like they were starting to glaze over. “Did you… Did you..?” he swallowed hard, “did you eat the chocolate?”

“Yeah man… Kind of ate all of it,” Jeff said. “Hopefully it doesn’t go to my abs.” He ran his big hand down over his six pack and smiled stupidly. “Shit was so fucking good though! Couldn’t help myself.”

“Je-Jeff!” Nate slapped his face again. His mouth had started to hang open as his mind drifted off. “That was a magical aphrodisiac! You weren’t supposed to eat the whole bag!”

“Aphrodisiwhat?” Jeff brought a finger to his chin as he tried to think. “Bro, you know when you use big words like that I don’t know what you’re talkin about. Right?” He stood up, towering over his former height. “How about I just make it up to you?”

“But—”

“Shh…” Jeff said as he surrounded the other man with his arms. He hugged Nate from behind and quietly shushed him in the ear. His face buried into the nape of his neck, nuzzling him. The hair of his beard tickled the sensitive skin. “It’s alright. How bout you tell me more about this aphro thing. Eh?”

Nate squirmed under the touch of the other man. “It’s something that make you smell sexy,” he moaned. Feeling the touch almost sedated him. Any resistance he might have felt drifted away into nothing.

“Oh? I smell sexy?”

“Uh-huh,” Nate nodded. He hadn’t realized that he was being directed over to the couch. His body simply followed as Jeff led him. “And it turns you into my fantasy…”

“Oh?” Jeff was more concerned undoing the belt Nate was wearing and dropping his pants and underwear to the floor. Once they were close enough to the couch, he took them both down onto it. “So…” his grin widened, “It didn’t have to change much…”

Nate bit down into a pillow on the couch. “Nu-uh,” he shook his head no. But he was having trouble thinking. The more Jeff touched him, the harder it was to remember the past. Those strong hands gently ran up and down Nate’s thin sides. The soft controlled touches up and down Nate’s sensitive sides tickled, cause him to buck slightly. “It… changes… a— lot,” he forced out as his body squirmed.

“Oh?” Jeff whispered in his ear, taunting him. “You might’ve gotten some duds then bro,” he nuzzled his hairy face against the nape of Nate’s neck. His hands tightened as he kissed it. Meanwhile his hands were actively lowering down to Nate’s belt, undoing the clasp and then unbuttoning his pants. “Or,” Jeff paused for dramatic effect, “have you been eating them?”

The accusation caught Nate off-guard. “I—” he tried to defend himself but couldn’t think of anything.

“That must be it,” Jeff continued. “I mean what else can explain how sexy you are? Huh?” His hands continued to feel up and down Nate’s body. “Just look at that cute little body. And how well you fit in my arms. And how well my cock fits up that ass,” his voice lowered as he pushed in.

Nate let out a heavy gasp. The sudden intrusion was unexpected, but not unwarranted. He’d felt the slow massage of fingers invade his body, but the warm smell of the aphrodisiacs made it hard to complain. He had been slowly massaging his own cock on the couch, basking in the warmth of the other man. It felt good.

Jeff’s cock buried itself deeper and deeper inside of Nate. He thrust repeatedly inside. His hands gripped Nate tightly while Nate gripped the couch. Nate bit into the pillow harder, yet his cock throbbed with excitement. Neither could last long. Nature had taken over and they weren’t thinking about it anymore. With the pleasure running through their minds and bodies they both released.

Their bodies relaxed a bit in the couch. Both tired from the changes and the sudden workout. But Jeff slowly pulled Nate closer to his muscular body as they relaxed, watching the TV for a bit longer.

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demonmusvle said: He gets transformed into a hot dick and balls that the guy that shot him attaches to himself and grows into a bodybuilder with a massive dick 💪🏻

One heavy eyelid at a time, Tom opened his eyes to the late-morning light pouring from the window. He absentmindedly scratched his left asscheek, which was a little itchy, then let his hand drop beside his crotch. To his surprise, and despite not being a morning wood kind of guy, he felt the tip of his hard cock poking at his wrist. He was going to simply ignore it when a rush of heat spread from his asscheek to the rest of his body, bringing a tingling warmth from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head - and arousing him with the libido of an adolescent.

He instinctively sat up and brought his hand to his needy member. Only after he had started pumping it did he notice his housemate Lucius sitting in the corner, a weird gun laying beside him on the floor. However, this didn’t stop Tom from his ministrations - in fact, he felt he had to jerk off for Lucius. There was a primitive desire to display his sexual prowess to his housemate, to prove that he was a sexual force to be reckoned with.

Climax was approaching a lot sooner than usual. He felt the need to pour his entire self into the act, pumping harder and thrusting faster than he’d ever had. Finally, release came. His entire body spasmed… yet no cum materialise. Tom frowned at his cock confused before another spasm overtook his body, more powerful and pleasurable than the previous one. And another. Each consecutive twitch seemed to hit harder, yet not a drop of semen poured from his solid member.

Lucius alone, sitting on his chair, could observe what was going on. With each spasm, Tom’s body shrank a couple of inches, the mass transferring to his hard cock and balls, enlarging them. Little by little, Tom’s twinkish body receded into his member until all that was left was a throbbing cock. At that moment, Lucius removed all his garments, took the fleshy genitals, and placed them on his empty crotch.

As he was grabbed and moved about, Tom’s world started spinning. He couldn’t see, hear, nor ask for help - but he could feel Lucius’ mighty hand holding his cylindrical form, the heat emanating from his palm, and the pinch at the base of his balls as they merged with Lucius’ empty crotch. He could feel his body mass, stored within his phallic body, transferring to Lucius, making his nice physique expand and grow into that of a bodybuilder’s. And all the while, he was still twitching with the energy of an unfinished climax.

Finally, as Lucius’ new godlike body stood tall in the empty room, his hand grabbed Tom and started jerking him. It was so weird to feel the pleasure of masturbation in one’s entire body, but it took little time for Tom to get used to it. By the time pre started leaking from his former mouth, foreshadowing an imminent orgasm, he was craving Lucius’ touch and the moment of release.

With a last jerk, Tom spouted his mighty load on his former bed. With each rope of cum, his mind grew quieter and simpler, his memories and thoughts mixed with his seed. Eventually, all that remained was a huge cock, happy to be what it was, and its owner, excited to explore his new hulking body.

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Stepping up as stepdad

My stepdad was supposed to pick me up from soccer practice when I found him passed out in the driver's seat. He was a good for nothing day drinker and he already reeked of stale beer and sweat by noon.

I tried shaking him awake but he groaned, stretching his tatted arms.

I resisted the urge of looking at his bulge. He was so dominating with his size and attitude. I wanted to hate him, but I lusted after him. Even when he drank too much and he got loud and angry. The other day he teased me, taunting me that I was just a scrawny fag, all the while he strutted around without his shirt. I especially hated how turned on I was when I heard the moaning at night, listening to the bed creaking and the animalistic grunts.

Now he was right in front of me, unconscious to the world. I wanted to reach out to him to feel his beard, trace the curves of his veiny arms and hairy abs. I wanted to feel every part of his body, to explore each crevice and hole. Better yet, I wanted to be him. I could live a better life than him.

As I reached out, I felt a strange pull as something in him sucked me in. I couldn't resist and felt my hand plunge into his warm, sticky flesh. And soon I found my face buried within his sweaty pecs. For a moment, I struggled to breathe. The meaty muscles of his chest filling my nostrils and my mouth. The next moment, I felt my shoulders sink deeper into him and deeper until I felt my feet kicking in the air. With a slurping pop, I absorbed into my stepdad.

A moment later, I felt myself take a deep breath and sigh. I reached my large, manly hands to my face, stroking my new beard. I couldn't believe it. I was him. I grabbed handfuls of my biceps and squeezed the muscles. I checked myself out, rubbing my abs. Moreover, I felt how it was being him. I felt light headed and dizzy. I guess he was drunk and I was feeling it too. It made me reckless as I unslung his monster cock that plowed pussy. I gave it several quick strokes when everything crashed together and I shot a load all over the steering wheel. I let out a moan. I came too fast, but who fucking cared. I had his body now and I jerk off as much as I wanted. Who fucking cared if I forgot to pick up that faggy brat? I'm practically a god with my looks and muscles. Women would trip over themselves to suck me off. I was a goddamn alpha.

I wiped off the cum on the steering wheel, and some old part of me must've broken through, since I brought my hand up to my lips and licked clean the spilled seed. Mmm, I moaned. The salty sweet pearls melted in my mouth. I never knew cum tasted so good. Forget women, I thought, before my stepdad's homophobic thoughts resurfaced.

Whatever happened to me, the result was clear: it was a struggle of control between me and my stepdad. Who would prevail? And would my stepdad's body become a pussy-fucking stud or a cum-swallowing slut?

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The Clone Machine

A light elbow to the chest woke Tyson from his sleep. He quickly opened his eyes, looking around at his surroundings in alarm until he realized that he was in lecture hall. He must have fallen asleep in class again. He glanced over at his friend Matthew, who gave him a little smirk.

“How long was I asleep for?” Tyson muttered under his breath.

“Only a couple of minutes. I would’ve woken you sooner, but you look so cute when you sleep,” Matthew replied with a wink.

Lecture had just ended, and both Tyson and Matthew rose from their seats and packed their bags.

“Tyson? Can I have a word with you?” Professor Duncan called from the front of the lecture hall.

“I’ll wait for you outside. Good luck,” Matthew whispered, heading towards the exit with the other students.

Tyson let out a sigh as he approached Professor Duncan. The man was in his early fifties, with short gray hair and a well weathered face that indicated he had been through much in his life. He looked on at Tyson disapprovingly with his steely gaze, packing his own supplies into his satchel as he did so.

“Did you have a good rest?” Duncan asked snidely with no trace of amusement.

“Professor, I -” Tyson started.

“I’m sure you have a good excuse, just as you did the last half a dozen times I caught you sleeping in my class. I am not interested in your personal issues. What I am interested in is why you choose to take up a spot in my class when there is a waitlist of students that actually want to learn what I am teaching,” Duncan lectured, sliding off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

“It’s just-” Tyson tried again.

“Every single person in this class has personal issues going on, Tyson. The difference between them and you is that they find a way to manage their problems so they can contribute meaningfully to this class, not sleep through it. At this point, you are going to need to ace the midterm next week just to scrape by with a passing grade, and based on your academic history, I find that highly doubtful,” Duncan slung his satchel up his arm and started heading for the lecture exit, walking past Tyson as he did so.

“Are you saying you’re kicking me out of the class?” Tyson asked in shock.

Duncan glanced over his shoulder at Tyson, a trace of pity in his dark blue eyes. “I’m saying that you need to get your priorities in check. Must I remind you that failing my class means you will get cut from all extracurricular activities?” Before Tyson could respond, Professor Duncan swiftly exited out into the hallway, leaving him along with his thoughts.

“So how bad did that go?” Matthew asked once Tyson emerged from the classroom. Matthew was the same age as Tyson, and the two had been good friends since meeting as freshmen in college. While Tyson was the athletic type, Matthew was more academic oriented. Despite being heavily dedicated to his studies, Matthew was in good physique, with his daily morning runs allowing him to maintain a slim frame. He had curly blonde hair and bright green eyes with a charming smile that gave him the perfect boy-next-door appearance.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Tyson replied sullenly, falling in step with Matthew as they made their way through the campus towards the parking lot.

“Not great then,” Matthew surmised.

“He’s saying I’m going to fail the course. And if I fail the course, that means I’m off the team,” Tyson explained through gritted teeth, clenching his fists.

“It sounds like you could really use study group then. I’m meeting some friends in the library to prep for next week’s midterm; you should come,” Matthew offered.

“Nothing would make me happier, but I’ve got to get to work,” Tyson declined reluctantly. He could really use the extra help studying, but there was no way he could afford not to go into work. He was barely keeping up with his tuition payments and Kyle kept bothering him about getting caught up in his rent.

“Sorry, I forgot. Well, if you get off early, we’ll likely be studying late tonight. Text me!” Matthew shouted as he hurried away, heading towards the campus library.

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Tyson wiped a thick layer of grease off the deep fryers with a damp cloth, hard rock music pounding through his headphones. Luckily, it had been a slower night at work so far, and Leon had agreed to maintain the counter so that Tyson could focus on cleaning up the kitchen.

“Tyson!” Leon shouted so that Leon could hear him over the music blaring through his ears. Tyson looked up from the fryer and took out his headphones, turning to face Leon.

Leon was in his early thirties, with a dark black baseball cap covering his bright cotton candy pink hair. He also had on a long-sleeved black shirt to cover the sleeves of tattoos he had on both his arms. The only hint of his rebellious nature noticeable in his work attire was the metal spike running through his right eyebrow. Tyson and Leon had been flirting with each other since they had started working together months ago, but with Tyson’s busy schedule he didn’t have time to even think about pursuing relationships.

“I’m heading out for a smoke break. Can you watch the counter?” Leon asked. Tyson nodded in agreement, rising from his knees and taking off the grease-stained apron he was wearing before heading out front to the counter area.

The bell rung, and Tyson looked to see his teammate and rival Travis entering. Travis was wearing his varsity letterman’s jacket with a skin-tight V-neck shirt on underneath, showing off his pecs and abs. Tyson and Travis had briefly been friends when they joined the football team at the same time, but Travis quickly grew to resent Tyson after Tyson had been made starting quarterback by their coach.

“Oh hey, Tyson,” Travis laughed, giving Tyson a quick once over in his unflattering work uniform, “I forgot you worked at this shithole.” Travis ran his hand through his spiky jet-black hair, his dark brown eyes sparkling with joy at torturing Tyson.

“What do you want, Travis?” Tyson asked, rolling his eyes.

“Missed you at football practice tonight. Not really, because it gave me another chance to show coach how wrong he was to make you part of our starting line,” Travis continued.

“I had to work. Coach was okay with me missing practice,” Tyson explained, feeling the rage seething inside of him.

“Still,” Travis smirked, “You’ve been missing a lot of practices lately. How long do you think Coach realizes you’re dead weight and just drops you from the team completely?”

Tyson wanted to leap over the counter and punch Travis, but he knew that would do him no good. Instead he calmly steadied his breathing and maintained a stony expression while facing Travis. “Are you going to order something?”

“Nah, I think I’ve lost my appetite. The smell wafting off you is rancid,” Travis chuckled, turning to exit.

After their shift, Leon offered to take Tyson out for a drink, but Tyson had to politely decline. As much as he loved the idea of having some downtime, he needed to get some sleep to be ready for football practice tomorrow. After his run in with Travis, Tyson needed to be sure to bring his A game.

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Tyson slowly crept into the small apartment he was renting out, trying not to awaken his roommate Kyle. It was well after midnight, and he didn’t want another noise complaint. As he was making a quick dinner before bed, he noticed a note left on the fridge.

'Tyson, I wanted to talk to you about this in person but you’re never home these days. You are still two months behind in rent. You know I like you and I don’t mind covering for you now and again, but this is getting out of hand. I can’t keep paying both your rent and mine. If you can’t get caught up by the end of the month, I’m going to have to start looking for another roommate. -Kyle’

Tyson shook his head in frustration, feeling completely overwhelmed and unsure of how to proceed. He just didn’t have enough time to do everything he needed to do; it was impossible to juggle a full-time job, college courses and varsity football. Some days he wished he could split himself in two; it felt like the only way he could ever get ahead in life.

Tyson’s cellphone chimed, and he pulled it out of his pocket to see that he’d just received an email. He opened his inbox to see that it was just another spam mail; he was about to delete it when the email heading caught his interest.

“Clone machine?” He read aloud, arching his eyebrows.

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Tyson woke up early the next morning to the sound of the doorbell. Jumping out of bed, he quickly slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a muscle shirt and hurried towards the front door. Kyle was still asleep, as was to be expected; Kyle worked from home in the software industry and usually didn’t start his day until around 10.

Tyson unlocked the apartment door and pulled it open to find there was no one in the hallway. He leaned out and did a quick look both ways, but there was no sign of movement. Glancing downwards, Tyson noticed a small nondescript cardboard box sitting in front of the apartment doorway; he picked it up before closing and relocking the door.

After returning to his bedroom, Tyson tore open the box to find what looked like a smartwatch inside. It took him a moment to remember that he had clicked on the ad for the Clone Machine late last night; this must have been related to that.

“That was fast delivery,” He muttered to himself, slipping the device around his wrist and hitting the power button on the side. When he had read the advertisement for a Clone Machine, this had certainly not been what he’d been expecting. The screen lit up with text: ‘Scanning, please wait…’

A 3D model of Tyson’s body was projected from the device, showing him naked and erect. Tyson was surprised at the high quality; when he had ordered the device, he had been more or less confident that it was some kind of scam. Looking at the device’s detailed model of his body, Tyson started to feel like it might actually be legitimate.

‘Please confirm subject: Tyson Rogers. Yes/No’ Tyson selected yes on the screen, and the 3D model of himself vanished. ‘Please select target.’

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After football practice, Coach called Tyson and Travis to his office. Tyson still had the device wrapped around his wrist; it had seemed like a great idea when he’d make the order last night, but now that he actually had the machine in his hands he was having second thoughts. Could he really overwrite somebody else’s life with his own? Making someone into his unwilling clone didn’t seem right, no matter how much easier his own life would be with the ability to split his burdens. He’d been lost in his thoughts all morning, struggling with the dilemma, and knew he hadn’t performed well during practice.

“So here’s the situation, boys,” Coach explained, gesturing for Tyson and Travis to take a seat across his desk from him, “You’re both good. Really good. And I know that it’s common for rivalries to form, but I don’t want that for you two; we’re all on the same team, with the same goal.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Coach,” Travis nodded, a sly smirk on his lips, “Which is why I think it’s so important for the team to show up to every practice. How are we supposed to work effectively if our starting quarterback only shows up half of the time?”

Tyson opened his mouth to object, but Coach but his hands up to silence both of them. “Tyson has already discussed his circumstances with me, Travis, and I don’t want to hear anymore on the matter. That’s not why I called you in here.”

“Why did you call us in here?” Tyson asked, a sense of dread rising in him.

“I have given it a lot of thought, and I have decided that you both should share the roll of leading the team. That means that both of you will be our starting quarterback, alternating games.”

Tyson felt the ground drop out from under him; it was just as Travis had predicted. Coach was punishing him with a demotion because he wasn’t able to commit 100% to practice.

“I think that’s a great idea, Coach,” Travis said, looking at Tyson with a smug sneer of triumph.

“Coach, I…” Tyson started.

“I realize this may seem unfair, Tyson, but it’s my job to do what’s best for the team. This is not up for discussion; Travis will be starting quarterback for the game on Friday, and then you will for the game next week,” Coach stood up from his desk, indicating that the conversation was over. “Now hit the showers.”

Still feeling shell-shocked, Tyson followed Travis into the locker room. Most of the team had already showered and headed out while they’d been in the meeting with Coach, leaving the changeroom practically empty.

“I tried to warn you,” Travis laughed, starting to slip off his football uniform, “It was only a matter of time before Coach realized I’m the better player.”

“Fuck off, Travis,” Tyson responded angrily, pulling his jersey and shoulder pads up over his head.

“Good comeback,” Travis chuckled. He slammed his fist into the locker, leaning in menacingly. “Enjoy the games you have left, because I’m coming for you.”

Travis pulled down his underwear and headed for the shower room, a towel slung over his shoulder. Without stopping to think about it, Tyson raised his wrist and pointed the device towards Travis, pressing the screen to select him as a target. ‘Scanning, please wait…’

A 3D model of Travis was projected from the device. ‘Please confirm target: Travis Smith. Yes/No.’ Tyson didn’t give himself the chance to hesitate, selecting yes as soon as the option was displayed.

‘Cloning in progress…0%’ __ After stripping down fully, Tyson grabbed a towel and headed into the showers. Travis was already at one of the showers, lathering himself up; Tyson went to the shower a few away from the other man.

Travis looked over at Tyson as he entered the shower and grinned. “Like what you see, faggot?”

Tyson blushed bright red as he looked down; he’d been so excited in using the Clone Machine he hadn’t noticed he’d grown a boner. Tyson looked back over at Travis and grinned.

“You’re one to talk,” Tyson mocked, gesturing down at Travis’ member. Travis had been soft when Tyson had entered the showers, but his dick was starting to fill with blood and harden. Travis quickly covered his erection with his hands and turned away from Tyson, clearly flustered.

As Tyson watched on, Travis was slowly starting to grow a bit shorter. Travis has been a few inches taller than Tyson, but he was rapidly losing his height advantage as his limbs shortened until the two men were eye level. Next, Travis’ frame started to broaden, his shoulders widening as he took on a stockier build. Tyson looked down at the device on his wrist. ‘Cloning in progress…30%’.

“Could you pass the soap?” Tyson called out to Travis, trying to get the other man to turn around so he could better watch the changes as they happened. He expected to get a snarky reply, but Travis wordlessly turned back towards Tyson and handed him the bar of soap.

Travis’ pecs seemed to be swelling larger with each breath he took. As they bulked up, the pecs lost a little definition, growing round and beefy. Travis’ six pack abs started to flatten, vanishing as his stomach bulged outwards into a hard muscle gut. Hairs started to grow in a line up Travis’ stomach towards his navel; the patch of hair around his crotch was also growing thicker, starting off as dark brown before lightening to a blonde. The hairs along Travis’ shins and forearms also lightened, growing longer. Curly blonde hairs sprouted from Travis’ chest surrounding his newly hardened nipples.

“I never noticed how hot your body was,” Travis commented, breaking the silence between the two men. Tyson noticed that Travis’ voice was a little less rough and gutteral than usual, sounding softer and more friendly. Travis had taken his own cock in hand, slowly stroking it as he gawked at Tyson’s wet body.

“I didn’t think you were into guys,” Tyson replied, still finding the changes he was seeing right before his eyes unbelievable. As Travis continued to jerk himself, his dick grew slightly shorter but thickened considerably, his balls expanding and hanging lower.

“I wasn’t…I’m not…I’m not sure,” Travis frowned, pausing midstroke to stare off into space and frown. His personality was obviously starting to change, and Travis seemed to be caught in between the new memories from Tyson of being gay and his original memories of being straight.

“You certainly seem to be into guys,” Tyson smirked confidently, taking a step toward Travis and running his hands down his now hairy chest. Travis moaned out as Tyson slid his hand around Travis’ dick, beginning to jerk him.

“Fuck, dude,” Travis panted, wrapping his arms around Tyson and pulling him in closer. Their mouths met for an extended kiss, massaging each other’s tongues. Tyson could feel the muscles in Travis’ arms expand around him as his upper body continued to bulk up.

The two men eventually broke their kiss, and Travis slowly lowered himself down to his knees, taking Tyson’s cock in his hand. Travis’ lean legs had bulked up into two thick, sculpted thighs, the blonde hairs from his shins spreading upwards to cover his entire lower body. Travis’ tight, flat ass was also bulking up, inflating into a round bubble butt as a thin dusting of hairs grew along it.

Tyson glanced down at the device on his wrist. ‘Cloning in progress…80%’. It now appeared that Tyson and Travis were pretty much identical from the neck down, except for a few small minor changes that were still taking place on Travis’ body. Travis licked his tongue along Tyson’s shaft, causing Tyson to moan out and lean against the shower wall. Travis slid the tip of Tyson’s cock into his mouth, flicking his tongue along the head of the cock. Travis slowly took a few more inches of Tyson’s cock into his mouth, sliding back and forth along the shaft. Tyson was running his hands through Travis’ wet black hair, which was growing lighter and slightly longer.

Tyson could feel his balls starting to tighten and knew he was close. Travis’ facial features were quickly readjusting into a facsimile of his own; his dark brown eyes lightened to a soft blue, his eyebrows and nose thickened. Travis had delicate, ‘pretty-boy’ like features, but those were quickly shifting into Tyson’s more masculine face. Travis’ jaw grew more square, as his thick, well groomed beared receded back into his face to leave a light stubble.

“Fuck dude, I’m going to cum.” Travis pulled Tyson’s dick out of his mouth to get a thick rope of cum right in his face.

He heard the device on his wrist beep, and he looked down at it. ‘Cloning process complete.’ He looked down at where Travis had been to find an exact replica of himself kneeling down, face covered in cum. He noticed that his new clone had also blown his load, having been jerking off during the blowjob.

“Travis?” Tyson asked apprehensively, reaching his arm down to help his clone back up to his feet.

“I still have some of Travis’ memories, but they’re quickly fading,” the new Tyson replied, dunking his head under the shower to rinse off his face. “It worked; I’m now you. Well, I’m me, who is also you.”

“Shit. So Travis is gone for good?” Tyson asked, feeling a small pang of guilt. Travis had been a jerk, but did he really deserve what Tyson had done to him?

“We did what we had to do,” The other Tyson replied reassuringly, “Travis was going to ruin everything for us.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I can’t believe that actually worked.” Tyson and his clone stood face to face; it was like looking in a mirror.

“One of us needs to get dressed and head to class soon. It’d be really bad if there’s two of us and we still miss our lecture,” The other Tyson suggested, grabbing a towel and starting to dry himself off.

“We still have some time. First…” Tyson said, grabbing his clone and pushing him up against the wall.

“First?” His clone grinned back at him, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“I’ve always wondered what I taste like,” Tyson smirked, sliding down to his knees.

To be continued?

[secret69691]

My stupid college is making me take classes outside my major to make me more well rounded. I’m a biology major but to satisfy the requirements I have to take “The History of Sports” elective since it’s the only one open. My professor is asking me to write a paper on hockey. I couldn’t care less and this is such a waste of time, especially since my partner is visiting and I’d rather be watching a movie with him than writing this stupid paper.

You slam your laptop shut in disgust, tossing your glasses onto your cluttered dorm desk. "Fucking gen eds," you mutter, rubbing your temples.

You didn’t come to university to write bullshit sports papers. You’re a biology major, goddammit. You’ve got real work to do — labs, research, maybe even an internship at the marine biology institute this summer — but no, your useless liberal arts college thinks you need to be more “well rounded.”

So here you are. 21, a sharp, gay junior with a solid GPA, stuck in a class full of dumb freshmen because “The History of Sports” was the only elective left.

And now, Professor Douchebag wants you to write a ten-page paper on the history of fucking hockey. You don't even know what hockey is besides ice, sticks, and, like, fights or something? This whole thing is a waste of time. Your boyfriend Milo is visiting tonight — you two were supposed to watch “Portrait of a Lady on Fire” again. Instead, you’re stuck googling “What the fuck is hockey?” like a moron.

You sigh, stretch, and crack your neck. Okay. Fine. Just find some dumb link, skim enough to bullshit this paper, and move on. You click the first shady-looking site that pops up: “Become a Hockey Expert FAST — Free Interactive Training!” Sketchy, but whatever. Maybe there’s a video you can half-watch while eating dinner.

You click.

Your screen flashes — not just a flash, but like something throbs in your eyes, your brain. You wince, feeling a weird jolt ripple through your spine.

A deep, bass-heavy “WHOMP” sounds through your headphones, like some douchebag’s hype video intro. The screen flickers again. Then a loud, obnoxious voice fills your headphones.

“WELCOME BRO. READY TO HIT THE ICE, DOMINATE THE GAME, AND GET LAID?”

“What the fuck…” you mutter, trying to click out of the window — but your mouse won’t move. You jiggle it, press keys, but the screen just pulses. The video plays on.

“Lesson 1: KNOW THE GAME. HOCKEY’S FAST, BRUTAL, AND FOR REAL MEN. NONE OF THAT WEAK SHIT. YOU EITHER DOMINATE OR GET DOMINATED.”

The voice is loud, jarring, like a football coach on coke. And suddenly, your ears feel...hot? Your temples throb. You blink rapidly, sweat beading down your forehead. You smell… sweat? Your own sweat. And something else.

A low, nasty rumble escapes from your gut.

“Ugh… Jesus,” you mutter, clutching your stomach as it bubbles. You shift in your chair—and freeze.

Your hoodie sleeves have ridden up, revealing your forearms… but they look weirdly… thicker. You stare at your arm — is that a vein? And your wrist — your fingers look...meaty? Clumsy? Like they’ve been bench pressing, not typing lab reports.

“RULE ONE: LIFT HEAVY, SMELL STRONG, DOMINATE THE ROOM. NO EXCUSES.”

“Shut up,” you hiss, trying to kill the browser — but your fingers fumble the keyboard. You used to type 90 words per minute, but now your fingers feel like sausages. You grunt, knocking over a can of LaCroix — but it’s not LaCroix.

You stare at the half-empty can. Natty Light? How the hell did that get there?

The screen glitches again — now it’s flashing images. Hockey fights. Muscled dudes slamming into each other, sweat spraying off padded bodies. Massive arms raised in victory. Chicks in tight tops cheering.

You blink — your shirt’s tight. When did that happen? You tug it — it’s not your usual loose black tee, it’s... Gymshark. Bright blue, sleeveless, stretched over what now looks like… traps?

You jump up, dizzy — your gut gurgles again, and you belch, low and wet. The air fills with the smell of cheap beer, sweat, and something nasty.

“God—fuck,” you cough, but it slips out wrong — deeper. Rougher. Not your voice. You stagger to the mirror above your dresser — and stop dead.

Your face is wrong.

Your once-soft jawline is now angular, brutish. Your stubble is gone, but your chin is huge, your brow heavy, eyes narrow like you’re constantly squinting at some chick’s ass. Your hair is shorter — buzzed on the sides, styled up, some douchebag TikTok fuckboy cut.

You grab your phone. Try to call Milo. Your thumb accidentally opens Instagram. You scroll, but instead of cute couple pics, it’s all gym memes, tits, and sports podcasts. You stare, dumbstruck, until a message pops up from a girl named Mandy69.

“Heyyy u coming to the tailgate? Got beers n bitches 💋”

“What the fuck is a tailgate?” you whisper.

Your stomach gurgles again. You fart, loud and wet, filling the room with the sour stink of protein and beer.

You grunt. Laugh. “Fuck, that’s ripe,” you chuckle, voice deeper, dumber. You flex without thinking, staring at the veiny biceps swelling under your skin. Your cock twitches.

Your old self is screaming. This isn’t right. You’re not a fucking frat bro. You love your boyfriend. You don’t even like sports—

But your eyes slide back to the screen.

“LESSON 2: PUSSY OR BUST. NO FEELINGS. JUST GAINS, BEERS, AND BREEDING.”

You grab your crotch, huffing. “Fuck, man… this… this is fucked,” you mutter — but it comes out slurred. Dumber. Your IQ is melting. You feel it. Your brain’s clogged with sports stats, alt-right soundbites, and tits.

You try to remember Milo’s face, but all you see is cheerleaders. Porn thumbnails. Ass and tits.

“FUCK YEAH BRO. HOCKEY IS LIFE. WOMEN ARE TOOLS. GAY? THAT’S FOR FUCKIN FAGS. YOU’RE A MAN NOW.”

“No… no I’m not—" You belch again, eyes glazing. You flex involuntarily, grinning. “Bro… I need a fuckin brewski or somethin…”

You look down. Your books, your homework, your biology notes — all gone. Replaced with protein tubs, used condoms, and a copy of Ben Shapiro’s new book.

You drool. Fart again. “Bro… where’s the fuckin party?”

The room stinks.

You’ve opened every window, but the air’s still thick — stale beer, rank sweat, and those fucking farts. It’s you. You reek. Like protein powder, gym socks, and stale Doritos ground into your bedsheets.

But what really makes you gag is the mirror. You’re slumped in your desk chair, hulking, sweaty, thick-necked, staring at your own dumb reflection. A tight “Tampa Bay Lightning” tank clings to your now ridiculous torso. Thick arms veiny and tanned, shoulders bloated. Pecs twitching. Your thighs — tree trunks. Your ass? Huge. Sweaty. Always clenching from gas.

You scratch your balls absently. The musk is nasty, and you… like it. Your old self — somewhere deep in your gut — is screaming. Milo. Marine biology. Your fucking dreams.

But you can’t even spell marine biology now. You tried. Stared at your textbooks for hours, but the words just… wouldn’t come. You got pissed off. Threw them out. Literally threw them out the window. Now your desk is stacked with muscle mags, sports supplements, and a pile of hats — Bass Pro, Pabst Blue Ribbon, Make America Lift Again.

You belch and swipe your phone again, thumb clumsy and fat. No more texts from Milo. Just chicks. Random girls. So many girls. You don’t remember messaging them, but they send pics. Tits, tongues, “u up bro?”

You are up. Constantly. Your cock is always hard. Huge now, dumb thick, veiny — but it’s not for love, not for connection. It’s for breeding. For fucking. For busting in any pussy you can find.

You try to resist — God, you try. You even cried last night. Or tried to. But all that came out was a dumb grunt and a beer piss into an empty Gatorade bottle because you were too lazy to walk to the bathroom.

Your brain? Rotting. You feel it. Every hour, more facts fade. You used to be smart. Honors student. Now you struggle to spell “hockey.” You tried writing that paper again — it turned into a list of your favorite podcasts. Joe Rogan, Barstool Sports, and some dude named ChadCast who rants about women being “made for bustin.”

You laughed. You laughed so hard you farted.

“Fuuuuck bro,” you groan, flexing in the mirror again. “Gettin fuckin yoked…”

You admire your arms. Kiss your biceps. Your tongue accidentally brushes your pit — it’s rank, but it turns you on. Your old self vomits inside your mind, but your new self? You flex harder. You grab your cock. Grin.

Then a ding — your professor.

“Reminder: Paper on Hockey due tomorrow.”

You snort. “Fuck that,” you mutter, chugging pre-workout dry and flexing in the mirror. “Ain’t writin’ shit, bro.”

And that’s when the knock comes.

“Yo, Aiden, you comin’ to the rush party bro?” It’s Zack, your frat bro neighbor. You blink. Aiden?

Your stomach drops — but your cock swells. You remember now. You’re Aiden. 18. Freshman. Majoring in… sports marketing? You don’t even know. You never go to class. You lift. You crush cans on your head. You fuck.

You open the door — shirtless, sweaty. Zack whistles. “Damn bro, you been slayin in there?”

“Nah bro, just grindin,” you smirk. You fist-bump him — a loud, meaty slap. It feels good. Right.

“Let’s fuckin GO then,” Zack yells. “Beers, bitches, and that new chick Jess? Total slut, bro.”

You shouldn’t go. You need to finish your paper. Call Milo. Remember who you are. But your hat’s already on — backwards. Your joggers sag low, no underwear. You grab a beer from the mini fridge — already cracked.

“Fuck yeah,” you grunt. “Let’s fuckin SEND it.”

The party’s chaos. Shirtless dudes grinding beer cans into the carpet. Girls in crop tops giggling, squealing as you flex your chest on command. You can bounce your pecs now. Everyone watches.

Jess slides up. Blonde, dumb, giggling. “OMG, Aiden, you’re so… like… huge.”

You grin. “Yeah? Wanna feel it?” You grab her hand, place it on your abs. She squeals. You don’t care about her name. Don’t even care about her. You just need to fuck. Breed. Your balls ache.

Milo is gone. Dead. Buried. You don’t remember his last name. Only that he was some fag you used to know.

Now? You’re Aiden. Frat bro. Sports podcast addict. Gym freak. Pussyhound. Alt-right as fuck. You tried listening to NPR yesterday — your ears bled. You chucked your headphones and blasted Nick Fuentes on full volume. Then jacked off.

You lead Jess to your room — it stinks, it’s gross, but she giggles anyway. You don’t ask her to stay. You don’t cuddle.

You breed her.

Hard. Fast. Grunting. Sweaty. You call her “bitch,” “hole,” and “cumdump.” She squeals, and you don’t care. Your old self screams, somewhere deep, weak, fading.

But your balls unload. And with that final thrust, your mind snaps. Gone.

All that’s left is Aiden. 18. Freshman. Hockey-loving, muscle-chugging, beer-farting, alt-right sports bro.

And as Jess lies there dazed, you grab your phone. Selfie time. Flexing. Pecs out. Hat backwards. Caption:

“Just BREEDIN n FEEDIN 💪🍺🏒 #NoHomo #AlphaAF #FuckLoveGetPussy”

Post. Your followers? 35,000. Milo? Blocked.

You scratch your nuts. Belch. “Fuckin love college, bro.”