m2minyourshoes

[m2minyourshoes]

Your phone dinged- it was an email from your college. You'd been waiting for it all summer- you'd been dying to know what dorm you'd be in and who your roommate would be.

You were super excited for college, to be around other smart people, especially since you were going to an Ivy League. You'd kind of been an nerd in high school, but thought that in college, brains might be appreciated over brawn. You'd imagined it a lot- being around other smart people who could actually have a discussion, instead of the homophobic idiots you went to school with, the dumb jocks you had to take classes with, all the dumbasses who cared more about football than books and things like that. You hated being around these idiots more and more every year. Even though you always wished you looked more built, you never let yourself work out or go to the gym. You didn't want to be anything like them.

Grinning, googled your roommates name excitedly and found an Instagram….

Your jaw dropped. This had to be a joke.

He looked just like every stupid muscle head jock you been trying to get away from! You, scrolled and scrolled, hoping your opinion would change, but every picture was just him at the gym, or faxing, or at some party scene like a beach. He was really hot, but you didn’t really want a hot roommate, you just wanted a cool roommate.

You sighed, closing your laptop. There was no sense stressing about it now. You couldn’t really tell how a person was from a picture, anyway. Maybe he was a cool guy who just happened to work out.

But then school started, and your roommate was worse than you imagined- an annoying, pompous jock who thought he knew everything. All he talked about was lifting, dumb motivational sayings, and partying. He wasn't actually dumb- but that just somehow made it worse. It just added to his smug, superior attitude knowing he wasn't a typical dumb jock- and he loved to hear himself talk, always went on and on about everything to show you how much he knew. He wasn't even that douchey- he was just annoying as hell, always thinking he knew more and better, always acting like this great person so people would think that about him. He was even hotter in person, until he opened his mouth at least and the dumbest shit you ever heard seemed to come out of it without fail every time. Now, every time he spoke, he rolled your eyes and automatically tuned him out. It was the only way you could bear having to room with him.

It was awful at first, but the year is going by pretty fast. Before you knew it, winter break was here you were busy packing the last few things to head home. Ironically, you were as excited about going home as you have been to arrive at college. You couldn’t wait to be by yourself, away from this idiot, and not have to hear him or hear about working out or anything like that for a couple of days. Suddenly, your phone dinged. You went to grab it, but your roommate was right next to it, so he passed it over to you. His eyebrows raised as he stared at the screen. “Shit, man.”

“What?” You said as you took the phone. It was a gmail notification.

FLIGHT CANCELLED.

Your stomach dropped. You were already leaving late because your last final had been on the last day the school was open, at the dorms and closed for break that night at midnight. You lived across the country.

“Fuck! What am I supposed to do now,” you said more to yourself and more out of frustration than to him. You didn’t even consider that his dumbass would have any ideas for you.

“Well, why don’t you come stay with me for a little while?”

You looked up at him, eyebrow raised and pretty surprised that he’d offer, till you remembered he was too dumb and clueless to realize how much you didn't like him. You wanted to tell him it was fine, no thanks… but you had no other options now, aside from maybe sleeping in the airport till the blizzard passed. That could be hours or even days, though

“You mean it?”

“Of course man! Look, I know we’re not like, best buds, or gym bros or anything like that, I’m not just gonna leave you stranded here. I’m heading out in like an hour. You can come stay at my place a night or two until you can figure out another flight.”

It wasn’t ideal, but like you’d already realized, you had no other choice right now. You packed the last of your things and put them in his car. The snow was already starting when you left, and came down harder and harder as you drove the 20 or 30 minutes over to his house. You were kind of scared sometimes, but he was actually a really good driver. Anytime this car slid or skidded even a little, it was like he knew exactly what to do to get it back on track. His big muscular arm bulged now and then as he gripped the steering wheel tight when the Jeep had fishtailed briefly a few times, and you caught yourself staring at it a little too long more than once. It was honestly really impressive to watch, you would’ve been freaking out if the car skidded at all like that, but he stayed totally calm. Maybe he did know a thing or two after all.

He already texted his parents and explanation of why you were coming, so they had a plate the food ready for you when you arrived. You weren’t that surprised to see the rest of his family was kind of like him. He had a brother who was like a little jock in training, and a Dad who was like a veteran jock. The conversation was pretty similar to what you’d expected – nothing really substantial, with each of them nodding dumbly every time one of them said something equally dumb.

Once dinner was done you headed upstairs with him.

"So, there's a guest room, but there's also a bed in my room that used to be my brothers. I think you should sleep in that one. It'll be a lot more comfortable."

"I dunno-"

"C'mon man! It'll be just like at school! Plus, there's a bathroom in there. Otherwise you have to share with the rest of my family," he said with a big dumb grin. You sighed. He was just so oblivious, but he had saved your ass letting you stay here, and you didn't want to be rude.

"Alright, fine," you said, heading into his room with him. You saw a picture of him and his brother on his dresser. They were identical. A gold chain necklace was draped over the frame.

"You guys were twins?"

"Yeah..."

"Where did he go?" you asked.

He shrugged. "Fell in love with some girl from another country. Out of the blue, he told us he was moving there with her. Had a big fight with me and my parents over it, and hasn't talked to anyone since. It really sucks. He was my main gym bro."

"Ah, that sucks," you said, not sure of what to say.

"Anyway, lets get to bed," he said, sliding his shirt and pants off. It was a shame he was so dumb, because you would have thought he was so sexy otherwise. He'd been right though- this bed was really comfy. You drifted off to sleep after a few moments, exhausted from packing.

He slid out of bed, opened the closet, and pulled a pair of his brother's old gym shoes out. They were so rank he could smell them from a couple feet away. He slid them under your bed quietly and stepped back, watching the smell seep into you. Your nose wrinkled at first, but he smiled when you started to draw slow, deep inhales of the scent. Then, he pulled his sweaty gym clothes out from earlier, wringing them out into a cologne bottle he left on the bathroom counter.

"Night night, future gym bro," he said, getting back under his covers.

You woke up the next morning feeling groggy and lethargic. When you opened your eyes, you saw him in the bathroom with the door open, doing the same morning routine he did at school. The thing was, you never really saw him do it that much, because you always avoided using the bathroom when he was in there, otherwise he'd start talking your ear off. He was washing his face. His thick muscles shifted with every slight movement. You knew he was showing off, but fuck was he sexy. It was early and you were still pretty groggy and horny and half-asleep, so much so that you found yourself staring at him, unable to look away. You felt like an asshole, suddenly. He'd invited you here in an emergency, and you'd been rude and judgmental the whole time. His chiseled abs contracted as he bent over the sink and scrubbed his face.

He must've felt your gaze on him, because he turned over to you. "Hey man," he said, "Yo. c'mere. You gotta smell this cologne I just got."

You rolled your eyes, but instead of being annoyed, you smiled. He was so cute, in a dumb way. You got up and walked into the bathroom, pulling your boner into your pants elastic so he wouldn't see it. It was good you did, because you felt your cock surge as he raised his arms and sprayed the cologne into his muscular pits.

His biceps peaked as he did. He looked like a model. And the cologne smelled amazing. He noticed you watching him flex and smirked. "You like those, huh? Haha," he said with a laugh.

"Uh- yeah man, really cut... ha ha" you said, trying to play it cool.

"We could get your like that I think," he said, gripping your tiny arms with his big hands.

"Haha, no thanks," you said, stepping back. Still, the scent of the cologne drifted over to you. You had to admit, it smelled pretty good. Kind of familiar, too.

"C'mon man, why not?"

"The gym really isn't my thing."

"Have you ever even been?" he asked, giving his pits another blast of cologne.

"No. Just really not my thing," you said. You got another huge whiff of the cologne just as you turned away from the door. You stopped suddenly. Damn, it smelled good- like it was getting better and better by the second. You took a deep whiff. You didn't want to walk away from it.

"Yo, what brand is that?"

"It's an off brand," he said, "i dunno really."

"Can I try some?" you said, taking another deep inhale. The smell was invigorating. It made you feel like you were bursting with energy- energy you needed to release.

He smirked. "If you come to the gym with me, maybe."

You were about to say no, but you really, really wanted to try that cologne. Plus, you had so much energy now, you needed some way to burn it off. And what else would you do all day? Sit around with his weird family?

"Ok, fine," you said, "But I'm just doing the treadmill though. Maybe an eliptical."

He shrugged. "Everyone's gotta start somewhere. What matters is, we're finally gym bros dude!"

"I don't know about all that," you said with a laugh, going to put your shoes on. He was so dumb and easily pleased. Like, who gave a shit if you went to the gym with him or not? Why did it matter so much?

You frowned down as you tried to put your shoes on. For some reason, they seemed smaller. You could barley fit them on, like your foot had grown overnight or something.

"Hey man, i got you," he said, reaching under his brothers bed. He pulled a pair of gym shoes out for you. "These should fit."

You picked them up. They smelled familiar and nice, kind of like the cologne. You were really excited to wear them for some reason, and after you put them on, you felt even better about your decision to go to the gym. You rocked your legs back and forth, bursting with energy. "You ready dude?" you said.

"Lets get it," he said nodding you out the door. "Oh wait. Almost forgot." He reached into his bag and tossed the bottle of cologne over to you. "All yours, man," he said with a grin.

"Thanks bruh," you said, spraying a thick coating under your arms. You wondered why you were talking like that, but as the cologne filled your nose, the thought faded away.

You'd stayed on the treadmill for a while at first, but even there, you were shocked at how fast you could run without getting tired. His brother's old gym shoes were so broken in and cushioned that it felt like you were running on air. But you'd been watching him while he lifted, watching him while the cologne you drenched yourself in seeped into your nose. Running wasn't enough. You needed something to release more energy. You headed over to him, asking if you could join.

"Letssss gooooo, man!" he yelled excitedly, pulling you in for a bro hug. He was drenched in sweat that got all over your clothes. "Here, hit some curls with me," he'd said, handing you a dumbbell. It felt weird but... right in your hand, like you'd finally undergone some masculine right of passage you'd been putting off. You lifted it, but with terrible form.

"Nah man, like this," he said, springing up, and before you knew it he was behind you, his big frame dwarfing yours, and gripped your hands with his own, pushing them up into a proper curl.

"See man? Just like this. Up.... and down," he said slowly into your ear.

He did it a couple times. It felt nice, having him show you. He was a real nice guy, you thought, feeling his hands gripping you own. Your eyes started to glaze over- but when he left go, you immediately started overcompensating with your back. In a flash, he was behind you again.

"Nah bro. You're thinking too much," he said slowly. "Stop. Thinking." he said, gripping your hands again. You were about to tell him to fuck off, but the thought faded away suddenly as his skin touched yours. All your thoughts did, Your head became an empty vacuum.

"Up," he said slowly into your ear, lifting your arms.

Up. Yes. Up. The single directive rushed in to fill the entirety of your empty mind. Up. Up. Up.

He lowered them slowly, maintaining the tension. "And Down."

And Down. Yes. The other two words entered your brain, filling any gaps missed by Up. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down.

"Up. And Down.," he said in your ear. "That's all that matters. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down."

Your lips began to say the words slowly, matching your movements. Your eyes became totally glazed, and this time, when he let go, you didn't stop. You kept moving with the perfect form he'd just programed into you while he picked up his own dumbbells and lifted next to you moving in sync... it felt so.. nice... moving up...and down....up... and down...

You hadn't remembered much more after that till you were both in the locker room, drenched in sweat after a full workout.

"Great job, man," he said, pulling you in for a high-five hug again. Your sweaty bodies and pumped muscles rubbed against each other in the exchange.

"Thanks bro," you said, still invigorated from the workout. It felt fuckin great. And he'd been so great, showing you proper form for every move, correcting you, adjusting the weight for you. As you both left, you once again felt like an ass for being so rude to him all these months...

When you got home and showered, you felt something itchy under your arms. Checking it out, you noticed your pit hair had gotten a lot darker and thicker. You shrugged. You were almost a year younger than most of your classmates with the way your birthday fell. It must've been the final strokes of puberty, or something.

You headed into your roommate's room for bed. He was propped up in bed in just his underwear, massaging himself with a theragun, nearly moaning. You laughed as you looked at him. He smirked, realizing how funny it looked.

"Laugh all you want, dude, but if you tried it, you'd feel the same way."

"Lemme try then. I'm pretty sore from today already. I still can't believe you convinced me to do weights."

"Haha. I knew you had it in you bro," he said, walking over to you with the theragun. "Aren't you glad you did?"

"Yeah," you said honestly. It had actually felt surprisingly good.

"Letssss gooooo, man!" he yelled excitedly, pulling you in for a bro hug. "Good shit bro. The treadmill is for pussies. You gotta pump these guns, otherwise you're wasting time."

You were about to argue when the theragun hit your sore tricep. The thought slowly faded away as bursts of pleasure rippled out from your muscles. You fell onto the bed, overwhelmed by the feeling, but he kept the gun on you steadily the whole time, watching you squirm and moan. It didn't just feel like a massage, it felt like a whole other workout. You felt the blood pumping into your arms, felt them getting warmer as they bulged and swelled. It felt incredible. He moved around to your bicep, then shoulders, then upper back. He lifted your arms to get underneath them, and you thought you saw his eyes linger on your hairy pits, smiling at them, but you were too preoccupied to think about it. You weren't sure how long he kept at it, but by time he was done, you felt amazing.

"Woah, thanks brah."

"Anytime. Why don't you wash up? We gotta be up early to hit the gym."

"For sure bro," you said, standing up and heading to the bathroom. Yeah, you'd hit the gym again tomorrow. It wasn't even a question, really.

Your eyes widened as you stared in the mirror. You arms looked huge! They hadn't looked this big when you'd gotten out of the shower.

He noticed you admiring them. "It's the theragun, and the uh.... the hot shower. Gets the blood pumped into them. It'll probably be gone in the morning," he said.

"Oh...makes sense," you said, brushing your teeth and sliding into bed.

Once he heard you snoring, he slipped out of bed and grabbed his shaving cream, heading into the bathroom. He whipped his thick cock out and stared at a couple of bimbos getting fucked on his phone, shooting a hot, huge load right into the cream. He swirled it around with his finger, mixing it, then dabbed a bit onto his hand as he headed over to you. He gently spread it over your face, smearing the extra under your pits. Smiling, he went to bed.

You woke up the next day feeling sore and... itchy. You thought it was the pillow, but no matter how you moved, the feeling never went away. Blinking, you scratched at your face, where the feeling was coming from. Your hand met a rough surface. You felt around your face until you realized it was... stubble? But you'd only really had that above your lips. You felt more and more, but it was definitely there.

He looked over to the bathroom. He was up already, shaving in the mirror. He caught your eye again “Hey man. Sleep good?“

“Yeah man, but it looks like some of my facial hair came in overnight or something. It's all itchy.”

You scratched it again, but then thought another itchy, feeling coming out from under your arm. Lifting your arm, you noticed that your pit hair looked even thicker and darker than the night before. And despite what he said about the Theragun and shower, your arms still looked huge. You stare at your body, confused. That late puberty really was hitting you like a train.

"Hey bro, that’s just what happens when you get that testosterone pumping. Come here, I’ll take care of that for you. Just let me finish up.“

You approached as he lifted his chin, showing off his thick neck and sliding his shaver across it. It was strange to watch. You were the same age, and he looked so natural doing it, but it was something you'd never done before. You never had enough facial hair to.

He turned to you, lifting your chin up with one finger, inspecting your stubble. He looked pleased for some reason. He grabbed a jar of shaving cream and opened it- but he hadn't used any? With his razor, he could shave dry, so why-

He smeared the shaving cream on your face, and the cool, minty feeling wiped the question from your mind. Your eyes drooped to his beefy pecs and six pack in front of you as he moved the razor softly over your skin. "You just go nice and slow, just like this," he said, shaving you delicately. Your heart beat faster. It felt weirdly... intimate. You guessed this was something Dad's or older brothers showed youhow to do, but you hadn't had one. You watched intently, trying not to shudder where his fingers grazed your skin. What was weird was, even as the razor removed the hair, it seemed to leave more stubble behind.. but... you liked it. You almost looked... hot. He kept going, till you had a thick 5 o clock shadow just like his.

"I'll let you finish up," he said, sliding you the shaved and shaving cream. "You should shave your pits too, brah. Makes lifting easier. Less irritation."

"Sounds good man," you said, smearing a thick coating of shaving cream onto your hairy pits. It tingled like before. Just like with your face, even though it removed the hair, it seemed to leave more hair follicles behind. You squinted at it. Probably just a trick of the light.

"Ready to hit the gym again?"

"Hell yeah," you said. "But I just have to check flights first-"

"Ah, you know, I was gonna check for you earlier, but our Wifi was acting up."

"That's cool. I can just check on my phone."

"Alright. But just get dressed first," he said, handing you his brothers shoes again.

You were going to tell him to just wait, but the sight of the shoes got you excited. You'd felt really good wearing them.

"Alright," you said, taking them and eagerly sliding them on. The second you tied them, you stood up, pumping your legs one after another. You felt ready to go!

"Oh. and don't forget the cologne. You don't wanna smell like sweat, ya know," he said with a laugh as he tossed you the bottle. It excited you, just like the shoes. You sprayed about ten or eleven sprays on you, letting the scent fill your nose. It smelled even better than the day before. You felt filled with energy, invigorated again, like you needed to get out and release it. But first you just had to... had.... to... look... at...... you................had................to..........look..........at......f....???

"Yo, was I gonna do something man?" you asked, brow hunching in the same confused, dumb way his usually did.

"Yeah. You were gonna wear my gym clothes since you don't have your own. You just asked like a minute ago, man, haha. Remember?"

"Ah, my bad," you said laughing. You'd really zoned out there, haha. You threw on the muscle tee and thigh shorts he tossed you. They must've been from a three pack or something, because he put on the same exact ones.

"Lets get it, brah," he said, slapping you on the back.

"Lets gooo!" you said back, and you guys headed out.

It was the same as the day before. You were doing shoulder presses awfully at first, feeling awkward and self concious, but then his hands were under your arms and his voice was in your ear.

"Up and down, bro. Up and down. That's all that matters. Let all those other thoughts, other things you know about go. They're just weighing you down. You only need to know three things, bro."

You nodded, eyes glazing over again. "Up. And Down," you said, pressing the weight overhead cleanly. "Up. And Down," you repated, sinking into a smooth rhythm of presses. He stood next to you again, lifting at the same time as you. You felt yourself sweating all your thoughts out, getting dumber by the second. You knew you should stop but- buuu- u- up....

Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down.

He took you through a bunch of other exercises, reminding you whenever he saw you lose focus. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down.

You both got home an hour or two later, still panting and dripping with sweat from your lifts.

"That was sick, bro," he said, peeling his wet shirt off and bouncing his pecs in the mirror.

"Yeah, I feel great," you said, starting to peel the muscle tee off. It was tight, even before your pump, like it had been clinging to you throughout your workout, warming your chest. Now, it was tight because your chest seemed a lot bigger.

"Chest day best day!" He inhaled deeply. "Ah, you smell that bro? I missed that smell. When me and my twin would get back from the gym, this room would stink up in like 30 seconds and reek for days. Its been a while."

"Damn, it does reek in here," you said with a dumb laugh.

"Breathe it in. That's the smell of hard work, bruh."

You both took a deep inhale, laughing. It was so good having a friend to be a stupid guy with.

"Yeah, man," you said, finally managing to peel the shirt off. Your chest looked huge, wide, and puffy. Almost exactly like his... that was... weird....but they looked so... so... good... just like your shoulders you'd hit that day... and your back.... your lats looked like... like wings... wings..... flight.... wasn't there something you were supposed to do with a fligh-

You let out a gasp that turned into an "ahhhhhh" as he hit your sore muscles with the theragun. Part of you was realizing what was happening. You were still smart- somewhere in there. You were... you were somehow turning into him, literally. You tried to think about how, but it hurt. All the blood your brain was used to was flowing into your shoulders and chest as he massaged them. Thinking felt... bad... but... what was in the mirror looked... good.... yeah. You looked fucking good, like this. Yo.... you looked so good haha. Thinking.... bad.... lifting.... good... blood in... muscles.... not in.... brain.... lift.... more... get... sexier.

You felt energy surge through you again. Instinctually, you flexed in the mirror the way he did in the morning, grunting and scrunching your face. Toned muscle bulged under your skin as more and more blood and oxygen left your brain and poured into your muscles. You looked big, but you still felt small. You needed to get bigger... it felt.... urgent... like any time you spent not working out was time wasted. Your thoughts faded as he moved the theragun over you and your chest. It almost was like an exact replica of his.

Your eyes moved to him.

Gym.... bro.... love my.... gym.... bro.... love my..... bro.... wanna.... workout.... with my... bro

"Yo, it's still pretty early bro. You think we could lift again tonight, after dinner?"

"That's what I'm talkin about man," he said, slapping you on the back. "Love seeing you finally motivated to get in the gym and work on yourself."

"Feels great, dude," you said, hitting another pose in the mirror, staring at your muscles. Bigger.... need to.... get.... bigger...

"I told ya so."

"I know. I should've listened earlier. You're so smart, man."

"Haha, thanks man. Lets go get our protein in so we can get out there again. I'll go make our shakes. You shower first man- you stink," he said with a laugh.

"Haha," you said, lifting your pit and taking a big whiff of it. You did reek, but it smelled good, in a way. Like a sign of your hard work.

"Damn bro. I'm gonna need a gas mask in here," he joked, laughing as he walked out.

You laughed back. Joking with your bro was the best. You got into the shower, feeling all the new muscle in your body move under your skin. Feeling its power. The hot water just exacerbated it. You felt big- strong- but needed to get bigger- stronger- the thought was constant.

But- this wasn't... you?

You didn't... care about this stuff.

No.

This was all wrong. What were you doing lifting, focusing on superficial shit like this? What were you doing hanging around with this idiot? No- you had to get out of here. You'd be polite to him, but as soon as you got out of the shower, you'd book a flight for the next day. Enough of this! You'd been getting swayed by a pretty boy being nice to you, and it needed to stop.

He came in with the protein shakes just as you got out of the shower.

"Here you go man," he said, handing it to you. "Gave you a little extra," he said with a wink. Your glass had a little more in it than his did.

"Thanks dude," you said, putting it down. Fuck him and his protein shakes! "I'll have it in a minute. I just remembered I need to look up flights."

"You should really drink it first," he said, handing it back to you. "It's best to drink it as soon as possible. You don't wanna stay small, do you?"

Small? Small? No- never small- big- need to be big- big- huge- need- protein-

"Fuck no," you said suddenly, and before you could stop yourself you were grabbing it and gulping it down. It tasted good. Creamy. Really creamy.

"Damn that's good," you said, cheersing with him when he finished his. It was like you could feel the protein seeping through your body, repairing you. It felt so good. You felt confused, though.

"Yo, was I about to do something?" you asked.

"Yeah man. We were gonna do our meal preps for the rest of break. I'm so glad you decided to spend break here to focus on working out instead of going home with your family," he said.

"Huh? No, no, something with my phone..."

"Yeah man, remember? You were gonna tell your family you weren't gonna make it home this year. You really wanted to see them, but you didn't wanna waste a whole month away from your gym bro when you could be learning from me & making gains. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah yeah," you said. That made sense. Why else would you be here "Hell yeah man! Three solid weeks of nothing but lifting with my bro. No stupid classes or reading to distract us from what matters."

"Exactly man," he said, "C'mon, lets go make our meals for the week. Chicken broccoli and rice city!" You did, then headed to the gym.

You did legs this time.

"Just remember," he said as you got under the squat rack.

You nodded vacantly, feeling your mind slowly emptying again of everything except those three words. Up. And Down. Up. And Down.... Up ... And.... Down....

The next thing you knew you were grunting and dripping sweat as you boosted the 6 plates on your last rep up. Your legs were throbbing, bulging, and felt amazing. They looked bigger already, and you'd only done 4 sets of one exercise. He nodded approvingly.

You both got back from the 2nd round at the gym a couple hours later, scarfing your meals down out of your microwavable meal prep trays.

"Yo, did you see all those pussies on the treadmill staring at us?" you laughed.

"Of course man," he said, laughing back. "That's all they can do," he said as he flexed his huge, pumped muscles. "Stare and wish they were us."

"Feels good," you said, scarfing down your food. Both of you ate like pigs, spilling rice and shredded chicken all over your laps and the sides of your mouths. He went to get your protein shakes, and came back a few minutes later, once again with yours a little bit more full and creamy than his. Extra supps, he told you. When you were done, you cracked open the six pack his Dad had bought for you guys and started slamming them down while watching Family Guy, both laughing dumbly every couple minutes at it. You used to hate this show... but it was so funny! You'd just never given it a chance.

About 2 hours later, with empty beer cans strewn all around the room, you guys decided to get to bed. He went into the bathroom first, brushing his teeth and whipping his dick out to take a long, hot piss in the toilet. His eyes flickered over to your toothbrush, and he smiled. Grabbing it, he dropped it in front of his stream of piss, making sure to soak it thoroughly before putting it back in the holder.

You came in once he was done and started brushing your teeth. Your toothbrush felt warm and tasted kind of funny, thank you, fuck it. You instinctually swallowed it as the taste hit your tongue, sucking it deep in to your stomach. It felt like your stomach was rumbling, then tightening, then pushing out, then tightening again. When you were done brushing your teeth, you lifted your shirt up to reveal a nice set of toned abs just like his. You smiled. Damn, he was a really good coach.

You stared into the mirror, reflecting on how much you'd changed over the last few days. You smiled dumbly, hitting pose after pose in the mirror. In pretty much everything but your face, you looked just like him now. Your arms were thick and corded, your pecs sat nice and high, your legs were ripped, stomach shredded. Even your feet had gotten bigger, going from a size 8 to a size 13, just like his, and you'd grown a few inches, too. Wait... taller? You didn't get taller from the gym...

...

...and why were you his exact height?

You threw open the bathroom door.

"Yo, what's going on here?"

"What do you mean, bro? Chill."

"Nah man. Are you like, turning me into you or some shit? This isn't cool, bro," you said, struggling to talk like how you used to, before "bro" and "man" and "bruh" were every other word?

He smiled. "Into me? Of course not. You could never be me. But I am making you into my twin brother, bro. Haha."

"Well it stops now, weirdo. I'm outta her-"

He grabbed your arms, pulling them towards your head, forcing you to flex. You let out a moan as blood pumped out of your brain, into your sore muscles. It felt so good. So warm... so.... relaxing. But, no, you had to leave – he turned you towards the mirror, showing you your reflection as you flexed. You gave a dumb smile at the hunk staring back at you, at all your hard work- no, he wasn’t gonna get you like this again---

"Just look at yourself, bro," he said slowly massaging your thick traps. Waves of heat flowed over you- no– you had to- leave. He bent down, lifting your leg onto the ball of your foot. Your thick calf muscles contracted, stealing more blood from your brain, pumping more down into your body. It felt so good after a long workout. So good. So waaaaarm, you thought while he bent you into pose after pose like his mannequin and you stared in awe at what you'd become. You were.... hot.

"You’re telling me you don’t like this, bro? That you'd rather be a little nerdy bitch like before?"

It– it felt so… Good... you looked so… Good... you look like… Someone you would’ve thirsted after for months before .. you... loved it. It felt good. Before you knew it, he'd taken his brother's chain off the dresser and fastened it around your neck.

Your mind instantly blanked as he did it. What the fuck were you thinking? Leaving? When he was fucking turning you into a god for free? What kinda ungrateful piece of shit loser was the old you? Nah, he wanted nothing to do with that shit. You were lucky to be here.

"I was gonna wait until we were done to do this to you, but since that nerd in you has so much fight apparently, we can just get it over with now. It doesn’t really matter," he said.

"You want to act like a fag? I’ll treat you like a fag, boy," he said grabbing your head and rubbing it against his bulge. His big. Warm.. bulge... Your eyes glazed even more. "That's right, broski. Tell me how you really feel."

He was fucking sexy. You tried to lie to yourself all year and tell yourself that you didn’t like him, that he was annoying, that he was an idiot. But still, you stared at him whenever you could, every time he'd come into the room with his towel... take a peek every time he was in his boxers. Pretended you didn’t like him and denied it. But you did. You hated the girls that he brought back to the room because you wished it was you in there, getting pounded out by him, or maybe you wished you were him, getting to be such a stupid fucking asshole and still getting all the ass you wanted. He must’ve felt like a king.

You suddenly realize'd that you said all this out loud. Your mouth dropped open in surprise- but- how...

"Good, good. Now tell me, wouldn’t it feel nice if someone felt that way about you, boy?" Your eyes lit up.

"Me?"

"Yeah you. You’re going to be a God just like me boy. And I get the gym bro! Everyone wins."

You nodded slowly as he pulled his cock out, rubbing it against your face. Yeaaaaaah. Jock cock. You'd always loved jock cock when you'd been.... gay? No, you weren't gay... you'd never been gay. This was just bonding with your bro, haha.

Your tongue lapped up the precum off the tip of his dick. He shuddered, his cut, muscular hips thrusting instinctually. Your mouth opened just as automatically, sucking his cock. It felt so easy to hold yourself up with your new, big muscles as he pounded your mouth. His balls slipped out of his boxers, slapping you in the face as he thrust into you. They smelled great.

"Ahhhhhh yeah," he said, grabbing your hand and placing it on his tight ass. You gripped it, feeling the power from years of squats in it. "We got one more step left, broski. Tomorrow we're gonna put my facecream and gel on you and fix that busted face and wack haircut of yours. You’ll look just like me, bro. And you'll love it. I want that nerd inside of you watching while I snuff the last of him out- well, while you do it, really. He'd hate you so much, now," he said, pulling you off his dick and turning you towards the mirror again. "Look at you now, just a dumb jock big boy."

You smiled goofily in the mirror, flexing again at the sight of yourself. "Dumb jock big boy". The words resonated in your brain. Yeah, dumb jock big boy you thought, flexing harder. Hahaha. No- you weren't a jo- dumb jock big boy. Hahahaha. Yeah, you were just a dumb jock big boy- no- no- you were smar... just a dumb jock big boy. No matter what else you tried to think, it was the only thing your mind would land on. You flexed even more. You couldn't help it. Your body looked... so.... fucking... good. You felt like a ... man. Brutish. Powerful. You had muscles... big... muscles.... you couldn't stop staring... you fely so... powerful... needed... more powee. Needed... to get bigger. Needed... to be a msn not a cyck beta loser.

"That's it. Who's my dumb jock bro?"

"Me," you said proudly.

"I thought you were too good for that shit tho? Too smart?"

"Nah," you said.

"Damn boy, I trained you good."

"Yes. Showed me what matters. Need to get bigger," you said in a trance. Any resistance felt far away now. You couldn't really talk in complete sentences anymore. "Bigger. Stronger. More powerful."

"We will get you there, bro," he said, sliding your mouth back onto his cock. We're going to get you there, together. Plus, then we can be reeeeaaal bros! Like, bros for real. We can tell my parents my bro came back. You can just enroll in school and come back with me. It'll be like he never left. And you actually get to be something, instead of being a dumb nerd. Everyone wins!"

You nodded. Real bros. He was like your brother already, kinda. Yeah.

"I love you bro," you said.

"I love you to bro- ahhh- AHhhhhhh"

You felt his legs tense and back arch a little, and a blast of his cum shot down your throat, then another, then another. The necklace got hot around your neck as you swallowed them. You gulped each down, feeling your body absorbing them, feeling him seep into you, take you over, and crush any chance you had of turning back. Yeah. Good. You didn't want to turn back. You didn't want the nerd loser in you to take control. This was you now. You were in control.

He thrust into you a couple more times as you licked the last of his cum off his cock. He tapped the back of your head twice approvingly as you finished him off and slid his cock out of your mouth.

"See you in the morning, bro. You won't remember this part tomorrow. You'll just wake up, see my putting my moisturizer on and gel in, and come to do the same. Like I said, I want that nerd inside you watching while we complete your transformation, wanting to stop it, but unable to. Because this," he said, placing your hand on his bicep, and placing your other hand on your own bicep, "just feels too good."

You nodded dumbly. "I love you, bro" was all you could say.

"Love you too, bro. Goodnight!"

You woke up the next morning, just as he said, to see him putting the moisturizer all over his face and styling his hair. You walked over, asking him if you could use some. He looked so good. You just really wanted to use whatever he used.

"Sure thing, bro. What's mine is yours."

He passed it to you. You took a thick glob out, smearing it on your face. It tingles a little bit as you put it on, like the shaving cream head. Part of you was yelling, no, that you didn't like this, that you wanted to keep your old life, that you didn't want to be his twin and give up everything you had, but that voice was quiet now. It was drowned out by the demands of your big, hulking body, your shrinking brain, the testosterone pumping through you, and the burning desire you know how to get bigger and look good, constantly. The old you needed to go. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't stop you from rubbing the cream in deeper and deeper. Had... to... look.... good... you thought as you ran a big glob of his white gel through your hair.

You both watched, smiling, as your face bubbled and changed and your hair lightened and shortened, perfectly matching his, erasing the final part of you. His brothers Your chain got hot around your neck as a bunch of his brother's your old memories floated into your head. All the details of his your life, everything you needed to know to convince his your parents that he'd you'd come back home.

"It's so great to have you back, bro," your roommate brother said. "I been so lonely at the gym," he said flexing in the mirror.

"Good to be back, bro," you said, hitting the same pose.

His real brother never did end up coming back. You lived happily ever after as a dumb jock big boy, hitting the gym with your bro everyday.

[m2minyourshoes]

Little Brother

With @next-pharaoh

“Eh, dirty Arab,” Markus muttered to himself, squeezing into the aisle seat next to the younger brown man beside him. He could only hope his suit would not get filthy while next to the fellow. Markus was on his way to a meeting across the country, hoping to be promoted to an associate at his law practice.

“I’m sorry, what did you say, zalameh?” Markus’s new acquaintance asked innocently. Markus grimaced at the hair that seemingly covered every exposed part of the young man’s body, and the musk that naturally wafted off of it.

“Nothing, nevermind.” Markus did not want to get into an argument. He was not worried about the other passenger’s size–Markus's hobby of weightlifting would definitely make it an even match–but he was on a plane. They were going to sit together for at least three hours.

“Picking a fight with me is rather bold,” the man beside him warned. “Just because we are in public does not mean your big brother Khalil won’t put you into place. I’ve had no problem doing that in the mosque, remember?.”

The second half of the comment caught Markus off guard. “I’m sorry…what?”

“Do not play dumb, zalameh,” Khalil smirked. “Although I guess skipping that post-secondary education may have slowed you down.”

“N-no, I’m smart…and I’m not Muslim.” Markus struggled to regain his footing, which was surprising for the lawyer of almost ten years. But then, something else began to alarm him. “Wait, what’s happening to my suit?!”

Right before the pair’s eyes, Markus’s suit had begun to dwindle away, pulling back towards his core. The jacket disappeared completely, while the starched button-up softened into a basic graphic tee. Markus’s pleading eyes searched for help but no one seemed to notice his pant legs curling up, becoming sweat shorts that reached halfway across the thigh. Finally, as his premium loafers morphed into beaten sneakers, Markus switched to the offensive.

“You’re doing this aren’t you, you camel-”

“Shh, brother,” Khalil placed a brown finger to Markus’s lips, shushing him. “You don’t want to make a scene, do you?”

Recovering fast, Markus ripped Khalil’s hand away, but then he noticed a new problem. “My-my arms! Why are they…”

“They’ve always been brown,” Khalil stated as they both followed the wave of melanin that flushed over Markus’s arms. “They’re as hairy as mine, but if you joined me in the gym more often than they’d be as buff and strong as mine too.”

Markus’s arms shrunk under Khalil’s comments, now more toned than muscular. “Wha-” 

“And that runner’s build too,” Khalil commented. “Sure you have abs and that thick treasure trail, but it makes you more boyish than man.”

“No, stop it!” Markus exclaimed. And yet no attention was given to him from the other passengers as his frame thinned out into a figure appropriate for a runner.

“At least you have that fat, bushy, Arab cock our family name takes pride in!” Khalil suddenly grabbed Markus’s crotch, both of them noticing the heftier weight. Markus did not understand how, but he could feel his white sperm rapidly evaporating within Khalil's grip.

“B-but I’m not Arab…and I’m a lawyer…and I’m-”

“You're my little brother,” Khalil finished, grabbing Markus’s face. “Praise Allah I have patience for your misunderstandings.”

Markus was going to comment, but instead was distracted by a foreign feeling on his chin, “Since when do I have a goatee…?”

“Since you could grow one, zalameh. You’ve wanted to be like me ever since you were little.”

Markus groaned. “I don’t...ow, my head...”

“By Allah you practically are like me at this point,” Khalil chuckled. “One could even confuse us for twins.”

“No…that can’t be…true.” Struggling, Markus got up. To his surprise, Khalil did not stop him–nor did anyone else for that matter–as he stumbled towards the bathroom. He had to see if it was true. Markus had to know if…

“Subhanallah!”

With the mirror in front of him, Markus was able to witness what Khalil had meant. Reflected back was a young Arab man, no older than 25. Attractive in a boyish way, but still held that Arab hair and funk that many brown men were proud of. Markus’s eyes began to water, but before he could cry his phone received a notification.

“Marwan, what’s taking you so long! We are about to take off!!"

Marwan shook his head, what was he just thinking about? It probably did not matter anyway. Luckily his older brother Khalil was looking out for him once again. Admiring his own brown, masculine beauty and quickly thanking Allah for it, Marwan left the bathroom to return to his brother. Khalil was beaming from ahead, eagerly awaiting him.

[m2minyourshoes]

M O O N L I G H T ™

Pulling into the lonely gas station, my eyes quickly find what I'm looking for, a pair of blue lights emanating in the darkness. The glow is coming from the gas attendant's skull: clear indication that he's a Moonlight™ employee.

"Good evening, sir," he says with the overly-endearing tone of a gracious host, "How may I be of service tonight?

I don't hide my distaste for the pathetic menial worker, leaning on his mop and waiting for my reply like he's got the best job in the world. He doesn't actually believe that. He doesn't even know what he's saying, let alone doing!

"Just fill her up," I grunt.

"You got it, sir!" he beams, tending to my car with a pep that's out of place for the late hour.

Moonlight™ was the app that revolutionized working culture forever. It allows the user to sign up for a job while they sleep. All they have to do is doze off and some insufferable AI from Moonlight™ will resume control of the body via remote connection. People like it because they get paid work without experiencing all the boring hours and insincere customer interactions. Subsequently, they always get the same unbearably eager personalities stuffed in their bodies. Even without the glowing eyes, their idiotic grins would make them stand out a mile away!

"How has your day been, sir?" he contines mopping as the gas slowly pumps.

"Don't try to chat," I snap.

"Of course, sir," he doesn't miss a beat, smiling as he returns his neon gaze to the sidewalk he's swabbing.

I just roll my eyes and wander inside. The app doesn't record memories while it's in control, so this guy has no idea how humiliated he should feel. No one should have a shit-eating grin on their face working the night shift as a gas station janitor! I'd die before I gave up my dignity to Moonlight™ like this fucking loser!

On the TV behind the register, an ad plays...

The costumed man on the left steps forward and announces, "Join the revolution. There are over forty-two-million Moonlighter's taking advantage of their sleep! That could be you!"

The statistic makes me cringe. It's nearly doubled since the last time I checked...

The man on the far right of the screen happily taps in, adding, "We're constantly expanding our scope, so check with your employer! If your job doesn't already have a Moonlight™ option, then ask your boss to give you one!"

God, they're pressuring people now? Some jobs should not be done by an AI puppeteered Moonlighter...

Finally, the man in the center steps forward to deliver his lines, "Remember, Moonlighting is a safe and healthy way to not only make money but also get a good night's rest! Why work all day, when you can do it in your sleep!" his head turns, making it seem like he's smiling at either of his coworkers, "After all, we are!"

The three men laugh in unison, like true colleagues chumming up at work, but I know the truth. These three are worse than actors, they're empty marionettes for the Moonlight™ corporation. I doubt they'd ever even met each other in real life...

"Shut up!" I groan, smashing the power button to turn it off.

This world is going to shit. Moonlight™ has grown too large over the past year for there not to be some conspiracy or ulterior motive. I don't know what it is: the elite keeping the working class in their place, our government influencing our decisions, a foreign country converting us into their slaves! It all sounds crazy, but I don't think a single theory is impossible with an app like Moonlight™.

I'm the only one probing into this mess. I may have only worked as a detective for a few years, but I never did any of it fucking asleep!

A few days later, I track down my first lead...

"Good morning, sir," the garbage man says in that unnaturally smooth cadence they all have, "Is there any trash you need collected?"

"I just have some questions," I snort.

One hand pulls the hem of my shirt over my nose while the other swats at the flies. These garbage trucks are absolutely filthy. I doubt the garbage companies even bother washing them out anymore, but why should they if their workers are soulless husks without the ability to care? The man in front of me seems completely oblivious to the mixture of rotting smells and accompanying bugs. His glowing eyes don't even blink as a fly lands on his face, crawling through the hairs of his beard. He's probably lucky that he goes home with no memory of this downright awful job.

"Are you looking for employment with Moonlight™ incorporated?" his smiling lips stir the bug on his face, but it quickly buzzes into the moist retreat of the man's dark armpit, "I'd love to help you install the app and-"

"No," I cut, "Just open the truck. I accidentally threw out something I shouldn't have."

I study the man's frozen grin for anything. It's a test. The Moonlight™ AI is designed to accept demands from free-willed customers, but I have a suspicion that the building nearby is an undocumented base for the company. If I'm right, the company would hate for anyone to root through the garbage of their secret lab...

"...I apologize, sir, but the garbage has already been compacted, and it is unsafe for non-employees to look inside. Please let me know what it is you are looking for and I will search for you."

His artificial glee didn't wane, but the blue light in his eyes did flicker just barely. This guy might be asleep, walked around by remote AI tech, but I could still tell he was lying. I'd like to see one of the Moonlight™ detectives figure that out. As I said, some things are better done the old-fashioned way...

"Well, thanks anyway," I snark, planting a slap on his sweat-soaked back. He says something about it being his pleasure as he resumes handling the garbage, flies eternally buzzing around his smiling head and glowing eyes.

Continuing my investigation, I pop down in the sewer, looking for an underground entrance to Moonlight™'s secret lab...

"Are you lost, sir? Let me help you."

I've had to breathe through a mask to put up with the heavy cloud of steaming sewage, but the Moonlight™ septic worker seems fine, smiling with an open mouth, specks of God-knows-what dried on his teeth.

"No, I'm where I should be," I dismiss him and march past.

Suddenly a muddy glove sticks out and holds my chest. "I'm afraid you cannot pass, sir," his smile is as strong as ever, but the trademark glow of his eyes intensifies.

I've never felt more sure about my suspicions. This mind controlled worker seems ready to fight rather than let me pass. I wonder if this poor soul knows he's being used as a guard as well as being a Moonlight™ sewage worker.

"Why don't you show me the way out then," I relent.

"Of course, sir," his hand removes itself from my chest, leaving a dirty print, "The sewer is a dangerous place for civilians."

I follow as he marches me out of the sewer. It's better to leave and come back later with a plan. Today, I confirmed my suspicions, but tomorrow, I'll finally see what secrets they're cooking up in that lab. I return home and end the day with the satisfaction of being close to a major discovery. Sleep finds me quickly...

Waking up in my bed, I check my phone and find an unsettling message waiting for me...

"Congratulations on finishing your first shift with Moonlight™!" the text reads, "Here is a photo of you hard at work last night!"

"What the FUCK!"

I jump out of bed, but instantly everything feels off. My back aches and my legs are more tired than they were last night! My pajamas are uncomfortable, pinching in areas like someone else dressed me in them! My mind is racing with confusion, and an overwhelming sense of self-consciousness rushes over me. My face burns from the violation, but most of my fear is focused on the strange feeling lingering in the back of my private area.

"What did they do to me?" I try to be pissed, but all I can do is whimper.

Suddenly my phone rings...

"Hello," I growl.

"Good morning, sir," a familiarly gracious man's voice rolls through the call.

"Tell me who the fuck this is!"

"Someone who noticed you snooping the other day, sir," his voice sounds like it's smiling.

Suddenly it clicks. Whoever's calling me from Moonlight™ would never use their own phone and voice. They must be using some poor schmuck that thinks he's working an honest job right now. How am I ever supposed to find who's behind all these layers of lies?

"You can hind behind your brainless puppets," I sneer, "But I will not stop looking into this fucked up company!"

"But now you're one of our puppets, sir. I'm not sure how much credibility a detective has if he spends his nights working the room at the dirtiest club in town..."

"That's sick..." I whisper, thinking about the picture on my phone. The idea of me gleefully stripping for a room of disgusting old men makes me shiver.

"Good luck with your investigation, sir," the voice continues, "But just understand that every time you sleep, your body will get up and report to that club. I have to admit that you're hiding a rather tight body under that trench coat of yours."

"You were there?" I mutter.

"Oh I had to meet the man poking his nose where it didn't belong, sir. I got very familiar with you. You were very friendly last night, so I poked something of mine where it didn't belong."

The voice on the other line laughs, and all I feel is utter humiliation. I hang up the call and stare at the photo he'd sent. It was me alright, smiling like a maniac in the gayest outfit I've ever seen. I didn't like my body being dressed like that. I hate that I was happily busting my ass for the enemy. He had to have been getting off at my humiliation last night. I'm sure he relished every second of what he did to me. I don't even want to think about the sensation left in my ass.

I need to push this investigation faster.

Because tonight, when I go to sleep, I'll be helpless to prevent this from happening again.

[m2minyourshoes]

Sharing His Bed

I was so excited that I finally got to live on campus for the fall semester! Money was a bit tight, and while we could always scrounge up enough for tuition, room and board was usually out of the picture, until this year. Unfortunately, we came to that realization a bit later than we were supposed to, so I had absolutely no input on my roommate. We did exchange numbers and Instagram profiles before the semester started, and I could already tell Isaac was going to be an annoying jock roommate.

I was most certainly right. He left his dirty clothes, especially his uniforms, all over the room, fucked a different girl practically every night, and coasted by on his good locks and athletic prowess. As for me, I worked hard for what I wanted, and I was relatively clean, certainly not as messy or musky as Isaac was. I was also gay, but thankfully Isaac wasn’t homophobic, at least not outwardly. Since I was in no position to request a new roommate, I was forced to suck it up for the whole semester until it was finally time to go back home.

There was a big winter storm the morning my flight was set to leave, and I was by my phone the entire morning, waiting for updates. When I saw the message with “canceled,” I was crestfallen. Since I had to use a cheaper airline because of money problems, I couldn’t get my money back or even pay for another ticket back home. I would be stuck in the dorms for the winter break. Surprisingly, Isaac noticed my sullen expression and actually talked to me about it. “Yo, what’s the matter, brah?”

“My flight home just got canceled, and there’s no way for me to book another one.”

“I got ya, dawg. You can come stay at my place during winter break. I only live a town over from here, man.”

“Thanks, Isaac, but I think I’d rather just stay in the dorms for winter break.”

“Okay, brah, but the offer still stands.” Unfortunately, that afternoon, I received another message, this one from the school. Apparently, there were only a few of us staying during winter break across the entire campus, and it just wouldn’t be feasible to remain open for that small group of people. We were effectively being kicked out, and since I had no other options, I decided to begrudgingly take Isaac up on his offer. “Trust me, Charlie, you won’t fuckin’ regret it, brah!” he noted as we both packed.

Even though the road conditions were still terrible from the storm, we made it to his place in good time and without any accidents. It was a nice mid-sized home, and I learned that Isaac was an only child. His parents traveled for business quite a bit, both of them assistants VPs for some company, so Isaac had the house pretty much to himself for all of winter break. I was expecting parties lasting through the night until we had to go back, but that actually wasn’t the case. I knew I should have picked up on something being off when Isaac insisted I sleep in his bedroom.

“But you have a guest bedroom, Isaac. I’m perfectly content with sleeping there.”

“No, dawg, I fuckin’ insist that you sleep on my bed,” he countered. “It’s so much more comfier than the guest bed, and you have your own private bathroom in there too, brah!” No matter what I said, he retorted with some claim about why the guest bedroom was worse, so I did actually end up sleeping in Isaac’s room. It reeked of cum and musk, which admittedly did turn me on a little bit, but he didn’t need to know that. Now, it took me until the end of the break to figure out why Isaac wanted me in his bedroom, so I’ll relay what I learned from him after what happened to me was complete.

Isaac’s bed was actually equipped with a complicated system of metal arms and other mechanisms that would ultimately turn me into Isaac’s twin. However, the process was gradual, and Isaac was apparently smart enough to fine-tune the process so that it would end just before winter break. The first night, as I was sleeping, one of the metal arms came out and injected some kind of substance in my pecs. I really had underestimated Isaac’s intelligence, as this injection would make my pecs grow and get softer as well, but not overnight.

The growth did begin overnight, but it was such a small change that I didn’t even notice it. The first full day at Isaac’s place, I kept to myself, getting caught up on some books I had saved on my phone and doing a couple assignments for my spring classes. Isaac ordered us some take-out, which I was thankful for, since I didn’t cook. I went to sleep in his bed again, and that night, there was apparently an injection in my abs. That injection process went on for a few more days, as my ass, legs, and arms all were slowly getting bigger and bigger. By the time I got my leg injections, I had started to notice that my clothes were getting a bit tight.

However, I unfortunately rationalized it away as starting to gain some weight, since Isaac never ordered out to a vegan or vegetarian place. As for my cock getting bigger, that was apparently not an injection. As I slept the night after my arm injections, the bed pushed me until I was laying on my back, and then one of the metal arms came out with a fleshlight attached to the end of it. Other arms with metal fingers were able to peel back my pants enough and free my cock. They even got it somewhat hard before retreating and letting the fleshlight take over.

The inside was coated with some kind of chemical that would slowly increase the length and the girth of my cock. Much like my muscles, that growth didn’t happen overnight either, so I didn’t think anything was amiss the next morning. I did remember having an erotically-charged dream that night, but of course I never connected the dots. The rest of that day went by normally, and that night, the fleshlight returned, jerking me off once again. However, Isaac informed me that the fleshlight was actually mostly filled with his loads.

After I had added my second load to the mixture, the metal arm with the fleshlight moved a bit so that it was above my balls. A syringe came out of the end of the fleshlight and pierced my balls. I didn’t wake up during this whole ordeal as the cum churning in my balls was replaced with Isaac’s overnight. I did have some morning wood when I woke up that morning, which I took care of, but it never even occurred to me that it wasn’t actually my cum that was spurting out of my cock.

That night, the fleshlight was back and jerked me off again, although I didn’t finish inside of it this time. Instead, the metal arms with the fingers came back and jerked me off to completion. The cum landed on my groin and on my chest, but a condom was put on my cock, a used one. When I woke up that morning, I did wonder why I had a condom on, since I wasn’t fucking anyone, especially not Isaac. I did ask him about it, wondering if it was some kind of perverted prank. He swore it wasn’t, but as he later told me, the arms had put one of his used condoms on my cock that night.

By now, there was no denying that my muscles were growing, and not because of all of the fatty food I was eating. My abs were clearly fuckin’ delineated now. I knew something was up with the fact that Isaac had insisted I sleep in his room, but against my better judgment, I didn’t confront him about it, as I had always wanted muscles, and didn’t want to question why and how I was getting them. That night was one of the most bizarre yet, especially when I woke up in the morning.

Apparently, the machine had stripped me overnight and replaced my clothes with Isaac’s clothes. The jock usually slept in just his jockstrap or in the nude, as I unfortunately learned early in living with him, but when I woke up, I was wearing sweats, a y-brief that accentuated my growing bulge, and one of those tight compression shirts he wore to the gym and under his uniform during games. “What the fuck!?” I remember saying out loud, in a much deeper voice than I had on the first day of sharing a house with Isaac.

I distinctly remembered changing into my pajamas last night, since I had got a toothpaste stain on my shirt, but I didn’t have anything else to wear. I was freaked out, but I knew that Isaac wouldn’t sneak into my room and change my clothes while I was sleeping. If I had only known the real reason then! I did stay away from him a bit more than usual during the day, and that night, I was planning to ask him if we could swap beds, just for the night. Unfortunately, he had brought a girl home that night, pretty early too, so his bed was occupied until god knows when, definitely after I fell asleep.

When I woke up that morning, I barely recognized myself in the bathroom mirror. Of course, I had gained an incredible amount of muscle in a short period of time without actually working out, but that morning, I was more concerned with why my hair was the exact same shade of blonde that Isaac’s was! I could somewhat rationalize the clothes wearing, since I was sleeping in his bedroom after all, but dyeing my hair was something that needed to consciously be done, whether I did it or he did it, and I know I certainly didn’t do it! I confronted him that morning, thankfully without his paramour present.

“What the fuck is going on, Isaac!? Why the fuck did you dye my hair last night!?”

“Yo, dawg, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking ‘bout, brah! Your hair’s always been blonde!”

“Shit, Isaac, don’t try to fuckin’ gaslight me! I was not a fuckin’ blonde before last night! Do you think it’s funny to just dye someone’s hair in the middle of the night? And how the fuck did you even do it!? I’m a pretty light sleeper, if I do say so myself.” That turned out to be a lie, but I didn’t know it.

“I’m telling ya, it wasn’t fuckin’ me, brah!” I stormed out of the guest room in a huff, as he clearly wasn’t going to tell me the truth. I changed and grabbed my wallet and then walked into town, wanting to spend the day as far away from Isaac as possible. What he would later tell me was that it afforded him the perfect opportunity to adjust the parameters on the bed so that the process would be completed that night. It was a couple nights before we were supposed to go back to campus anyways.

I bought my own dinner that night and barely interacted with Isaac in the house that evening as I went to bed. I actually went to bed in the nude that night, since most of my clothes no longer fit me, including all of the ones I might want to sleep in. It wasn’t long after I had fallen asleep that I was woken up to the sounds of whirring and buzzing. As I opened my eyes, I saw all of the metal arms in front of me, doing what they needed to do to complete my transformation into Isaac’s twin.

“FUCK! HELP!” I screamed before one of the arms shoved a cock gag down my throat. I was then restrained tightly by some of the metal arms, forced down on my back and practically immobile. My screams were loud enough to wake Isaac up, though, who walked into his bedroom. When he saw the scene in front of him, he smirked, and I knew he had been behind all of the changes and weird occurrences the entire time. However, I was in no position to fight back as some arms placed headphones over my ears and a VR headset over my eyes.

The headset was soon turned on, and spirals filled my vision. Everywhere I looked, there was a hypnotic spiral spinning. I did close my eyes at the beginning, but the vocal hypnosis was pretty strong, and I soon found myself mindlessly staring ahead at the spiral. “You are straight now. You no longer like cocks and asses. You like tits and pussy. You want to feel your big alpha cock inside a chick’s tight pussy, not some gross asshole. You want to suck on some chick’s tits, not some roided-out dude’s pecs. You want to breed some chick and make her have your baby, not watch your cum leak out of some dude’s hole.”

The vocal hypnosis was pretty much like that the entire time, listing ways being straight was so much better than being gay. I knew what they were saying was false, and I did try to fight it, but the aural and visual assault was just too much for me, and I eventually gave in to what they were saying. The headphones and VR headset were then removed, and I was then forced to watch as needles were pushed into my face. Despite being straight now, I still knew that this was totally fucked-up! One of the metal arms graciously held up a mirror so that I could see what was happening to me.

As I had feared, my face was being turned into an exact duplicate of Isaac’s! I had no acne now, as well as piercing green eyes and a chiseled jawline. The cock gag unfortunately adjusted as my face was changing, so I couldn’t scream for help still. However, it was soon taken out, but then I was forced to swallow some strange liquid. Isaac was smart enough to implement the nose-pinching trick, so I was soon forced to swallow the foul-smelling liquid. I couldn’t even yell for help in the meantime!

As it was being poured down my throat, Isaac thankfully explained what this was for, since it was a bit unclear. “This special concoction was provided by the company that made my TwinBed. While we, of course, look like identical twins now, I didn’t want to make you into a true copy or clone of me, with all of the same memories that I have. So, this concoction is giving you all new memories and mannerisms, and even a new name as well. It won’t be long before there are no more traces of Charlie left in your system. You will have always thought that you were my twin, an alpha jock bro just like me!”

I glared at him for a few seconds as more and more of the concoction was being poured down my throat. However, I soon had to close my eyes as a pounding headache came on. I knew that it was all the mental changes Isaac had been talking about, and I was powerless to stop them. It wasn’t long before I became myself again, brah! Like, it was a little weird at first thinking about my new name, Xavier, dawg, but then I remembered all of the good, and the bad, times I had with my twin, brah! We’re both, like, so fuckin’ hot and all the chicks fuckin’ love us, yo! I’ll admit, the last couple weeks have been a bit hazy, dawg, but I can’t wait to go back to school and fuck all of the new transfer co-eds! But first, Isaac says that I need to fill out some additional paperwork and shit, which I should have already done. But hey, just as long as I get to go to campus with my twin, I’ll do whatever the fuck he says, brah!

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Signing Up For An Experiment

Adam:

I have always tired to find creative ways to make money. So it shouldn’t come as any surprise that I signed up for some experiment when I saw a flyer saying, “looking for guys in their 20s.”

I know, I know... It sounds sketchy. But I'm in college and extra money always helps. 

I check in at the front desk and head to the waiting area. That's when I saw Ty walk in.

Ty is my best friend Jax's brother. We get along well but I’m always shy around him. Mainly because I’ve had a crush on the guy for years.

He notices me, waves, and says , “ Hey Adam! It’s been a minute buddy. How are you?”

“Hey Ty! I’m good you know— just trying to get some extra cash haha.” God, I hope I don’t sound weird.

Ty tells me about how he’s trying to save up for big trip in the spring and figured a couple extra hundreds would definitely help.

I try my hardest to hold focus on the convo. But it’s so hard… his face is just too pretty. Especially his eyes. They’re this blue-green color.

All of the sudden, my names called.

“Well man, it was nice catching up with you.”

“Yeah you too!”

I get inside and have to fill out a ton of paperwork. And once everything is done— A doctor walks in.

“Adam, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Thomas. And I want to thank you for your participation.”

“Yeah… it’s nice to meet you too.”

He runs through a bunch of questions before he gets me to take off my clothes and put on all of these wires.

“Now Adam… I want you to close your eyes and count down to three. Ready?”

“Yeah I’m ready… 1…2…3…” then everything went black.

When I finally wake up… I felt odd…

I try to get up but I was strapped down to the table. I look around but could barely lift my head.

“What the hell?”

That’s when Dr. Thomas walks in.

“Oh good, you’re awake!”

“Doc, why am I—” Wait, my voice. It sounds familiar but not like mine…

Doctor Thomas unstraps me and I finally look down at my body…. It’s nothing like mine.

My skin was darker and I have muscles… I was taller.

“Doc, what’s going on?”

“Adam, relax.”

He directs me to stand and we walk over to another room.

That’s when he direct me to a mirror and I see my reflection.

My mouth drops. The person in the mirror is…. Ty. I’m… Ty.

“Now Adam let’s test some of your responses,” says Dr. Thomas

I'm so distracted by Ty’s body that I couldn’t tell how creepy Dr. Thomas was being.

“Can you feel that Adam?” He says twisting on my nipples.

I fling his hands off of me and turn to him.

“What the hell? You sick freak, what did you do to Ty and where is my body?”

“Oh you know this gentleman, I guess that will make things easier for you.”

“What do you? No! Answer my questions!!”

“Well, your body has already left. You're more than welcome to leave if you would like.”

Without any hesitation, I grab Ty’s clothes and rushed out of there.

I look around the parking lot and see that my cars gone.

Unsure what to do, I reach into my pocket and hit the clicker. I see Ty’s car.

I head to my apartment but when I arrive my car was no where to be found.

I send myself a text to give me a call. 30 minutes past and nothing.

Why isn’t he texting me back?

I figured I could wait around all day, so I headed to Ty’s place.

Ty’s place isn’t bad. It’s what you expect for a 20 something straight guy.

I check my again. Still no response.

I look around his apartment to see if he’s been here. Maybe he left a note.

Still nothing.

I walk over to his bedroom and the first thing I see is his dirty laundry.

His socks were filthy. I thought about all of the long workouts he’s done in them.

Covered in sweat. I pick one up and smell it. I the smell of feet rushed into my noise.

I could feel myself getting hard. I thought to myself about the morality of jerking off.

It’s so tempting. I take off Ty’s sneakers. I pull of his shirt and run my new fingers all over his abs. I starting flexing his arms.

I wonder down to his crotch. I stick Ty’s hand into his pants and feel his dick.

I shiver and tilt my head back.

“Oh my god…” I pull down his pants and his dick pops out. I analyze it while grasping it.

It was bigger than I imagined. I rubbing the head of it with his thumb.

That’s when my phone rang. Bizz Bizz

It scared me so much I jumped and landed on the ground.

I pull up his pants and grab my phone. It’s a call coming from my number.

Oh god, I start to feel guilt rush over me. I’m about to talk to Ty and I just got done fondling his junk!

I answer it.

“Hey Ty!”

Hey Ty?!!!! Is this some kind of stunt?

“Hey... So...”

“What's up?” I hear my voice say on the other line. It’s so odd hearing myself.

I wasn't sure how to do this...

“Yeah can we talk about the Uhh situation?”

“What situation?”

“You know… what happened today?”

He silent. I wait for him to say something. 

“Well I'm sorry if I was awkward earlier.”

“What?”

“Oh you weren't talking about that?”

“No! You weren't-- I'm talking about how I'm you!”

“Huh?”

“The experiment Ty!”

“What do you mean?”

“I'm in you’re body and you’re in mine. What's confusing about that?”

“Ty... Are you okay?”

Now I was silent. Could it be possible that I'm somehow myself and Ty?

I guess so... I mean I am Ty after all.

“Ty, you got me worried over here. Should I call Jax?”

“No, you don't need to call Jax. Can you come over?”

I knew myself. Even if I thought Ty was crazy. I knew I would come over. If that's actually me on the other end-- I know I would say yes.

“Sure, I uh- Yeah I can come over!”

“Great thanks, Adam.” God that's so weird to say!

After we hang up, I go to call Dr. Thomas but I get the receptionist.

“I’m sorry hun, he’s left for the day. You want me to transfer you to his voice mail?”

“Sure.”

I leave Dr. Thomas a very lengthy voice message. Maybe I shouldn’t have ran out so fast before asking any questions…

I change my clothes and by that time I hear the doorbell ring. It’s me.

I open the door and felt like I saw a ghost standing in front of me. I don’t think anybody is prepared to see their self in-front of them.

I ask him if he wants something to drink.

“Im good haha.”

I open up the fridge and see my favorite soda inside.

“You sure Ty or I have Cherrywine.”

“Oh nice, I’ll take one. It’s my favorite.”

“I know haha.”

He gives me a weird look and I ask him if we can sit outside.

“So what do you remember after the experiment?”

“Well not much. Just waking up and heading out. They want me to come back in a couple weeks for a check up.”

“Did they tell you anything?”

“No other then it was some brain scanning test.”

He could sense my energy.

“Ty, did they do something to you?”

“Yes, me. I mean Adam. God, this is hard to keep up with— I am telling you somehow they copied my or our being. And placed it inside of Ty.”

He still doesn’t believe me.

“Here I'll prove it. Ask me anything.”

“Okay... What's my favorite place to get food?”

“Easy. If it's Pizza then it's the Hawaiian from Frankies. Your favorite thing to get for lunch is the spicy dragon roll at Two Sticks.”

“Wow... Okay. Uh…”

“You’re secretly into the marvel movies and would never let anyone know that. Not even Jaxs. One time in 3rd grade you peed your pants on a field trip to the museum. And you’ve had a crush on your best friend’s brother. Who I currently am since middle school.”

“Oh my god.”

“Do you believe me now?”

“I think I am. But… how is this even?”

“Possible? I don’t know. I tried calling Dr. Thomas but he’s already left for the day.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

I look down at Ty’s hands. It’s still an adjustment. I look over at myself who was also looking at me.

I look confused and antsy.

“You know don’t have to be all nervous right now. I’m literally you.”

“I know… I’m just not—”

“It’s because it’s Ty, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Just keep in mind everything you’ve thought. I have also thought.”

We both stare at each other. Neither of us knew what to say.

“I’m still trying to get used to this myself.” I say gesturing to Ty’s body.

“Have you uhhh...”

“Checked out his body? Yes.”

“Well I wasn't going to be that blunt.”

“Well it's good to be honest with yourself,” I say grinning.

“Haha, that's true.”

“Adam, can you stay the night? I really don't want to stay at Ty’s by myself.”

“Sure uhh other Adam.”

“Great, I think Ty has wine. We can do take out too.”

“From two sticks?”

“That sounds good to me!”

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Signing Up For An Experiment Pt. 2

Adam (#1):

This is so awkward, I realize I’m laying next to ‘myself’ but it’s still Ty’s body.

It’s after dinner and we decided to watch a movie. One we’ve both seen…

I just can’t but wonder what’s going through his head right now.

If it was me (and it is) I’d probably be too distracted by Ty’s body to even pay attention to a movie. Hell, I’m not even in it and I’m distracted.

After a little bit I finally got the nerve to say something.

“So… I know you said earlier that you’ve explored…” I say pointing at Ty’s crotch.

“Have you Uh…”

“Are you asking me if I’ve jerked off in his body?”

“Well… yeah.”

“Well not completely.”

“If you do want to, I can always step away.”

“Or you can always help,” he says grinning at me.

That’s when the other Adam reaches inside of Ty’s brief and whips out his dick.

“Wow!”

“Lol don’t act like you don’t want to see it!”

“Can I touch it?”

“Sure, it's just you and yourself here right now. Like I said, we share the same thoughts.”

I reach down and wrap my fingers around Ty’s member.

“Fuuuuu--” I say fondling Ty’s junk.

“I have to say it's so hot right now watching myself or you...” he gestures to my hand.

“Are we narcissistic lol?”

“I don't know but your or us or our body is looking really good right now.”

I grin at him.

“You don't have to boost your own self-confidence.”

“No Adam, you have no idea how much better looking we are from a different point of view. It's...so erotic.”

He reaches into my pants and I feel Ty’s strong hand grasp my hard dick.

“Sides, who knows better about what you like than yourself.”

I pull off all of my clothes and he does the same.

We both start making out and it's messy.

Our hands grabbing every inch of each other.

I couldn't wait, I start going down on him.

Taking every inch down my throat. I want to give the other Adam everything I would want.

“Hollllllyyyy Shiiiiii--”

I run my fingers up to his chest and twist his nipple.

He let's out a loud moan.

“Dont stop!”

His head falls back and he can't stop moaning.

That's when I get an idea.

I lift my head up and say, “Take me now, I want you inside of me.”

His mouth drops almost shocked. He nods.

That's when he takes control.

He positions me to where my legs are over his shoulders. He works Ty’s dick into me...

“Oh God that feels soooo good Adam.”

“I know Adam, our hole is sooo tight.”

He thrusts while grunting. I'm taking all of it! Every inch of Ty, someone I've crushed on for age.

Nights where I've fantasized this exact moment.

Both of us are moaning so loud.

He turns to my foot and starts licking it. 

I put my toes into his mouth and he sucjs on them.

He oaces faster and my eyes roll back. I feel like I could explode any second.

“Oh God I'm about to--” his body tightens and then pumps all of Ty’s juices inside of me.

I came a few seconds behind him.

We crash into the bed, out of breath. I look down at Ty’s dick still dripping.

“ I can't believe it, I just had sex with myself!” he says to me.

“I know that was the best I've ever had.”

“Would you... Maybe wanna go for a round 2 here soon?”

“Great thinking Adam.”

“Aw thanks Adam.”

We both bust out laughing with our bodies in tangled between each others. 

The Next Morning...

I wake up to my phone ringing.

I figured I’d leave it to voicemail.

I turn to Adam who just woke up and cuddle up on Ty’s body.

“Good Morning.”

He says with a big smile.

“Hi, I had fun last night.”

“Yeah me too.”

“You wanna?”

I crawl under the covers down to Ty’s big feet.

I put them in my face, all the sweat from last night still on them.

“God, Ty has some sexy feet!”

“I know, ours are cute too,” he says tickling them.

The other Adam takes my feet and positions them to where ties morning wood can thrust between them.

Meanwhile in on the other end licking every inch of Ty’s toes.

I could get used to this...

The other Adam lets out a moan as I feel my feet getting covered. He licks them clean.

He then does the same for me, this time I'm on the bed while he watches me get off to Ty’s feet.

I get out of bed and look over at Ty’s body in all his naked glory.

Ugh, I wish their was a way the real Ty and I would do this together.

I glance over at my phone and see I have a voice message. It's Dr. Thomas’s office.

“What did he say,” says the other Adam.

“He wants us to meet with him soon.”

We both get dressed and head back to his office.

I could tell we are both very nervous to what potentially might happen.

But we need answers.

“Adams, thank you both for waiting patiently. Feel free to come back with me.”

We stand up both of us awkwardly shuffling to the back. I’m on high alert and I know the other Adam is too.

“So I’m sure you have a lot of questions about the experiment and I’ll be happy to share with you. Follow me!”

We walk into another back room one that's in between each testing room with glass that you can watch from the inside.

I look in and see multiple of patients are in each room. All of them are men. Most are around Ty and I’s age.

“So as you can each lab has a patient. We are constantly running the experiment to gain better results and create more profiles such as yourselves. Well actually it's just your profile that’s on right now Adam.”

Adam and I both turn to each other.

“Wait, what do you mean by profiles?”

“You're still currently yourself while Ty’s body is inhabited with your mind. Which may come off as impossible given you can only be in one body at a time. But yet... Here you two are...”

We stop at a glass with a guy inside connected to a machine.

“The subject here is currently unconscious. We have just got done downloading his profile. Each profile is basically a person’s mind. Every thought, memory, feeling, or emotion has been downloaded into the server. Once the profile is made, it can be used on any subject.”

My eyes widened as the dots started to connect. I hear the other Adam make a gulping sound.

“Basically, I can place any profile into any subject at any time. Here let me show you.”

He walks in and we see a green light pop up on the guy’s head.

“Now here’s the fun part, I like to cause this pilot mode.”

The guy lifts up without any responses.

Dr. Thomas tells him to stand up and follows him.

The guys completely naked and Dr. Thomas tells him to “flex.”

“Now time to pick the profile… hmm… here we go! Male 87 years old. You’ll like this guy, he’s a big fan of the project.”

All of the sudden, the guys eyes close and his facial expression changes.

“Dr. Thomas! Who am I today? Let’s take a look. Well boy he’s a handsome fella isn’t he!”

“ I have to agree Mr. Harrison, I have his stuff over here.”

“Thank you, I’ll take good care of him.”

“Great, I’ll leave you alone so you can get acquainted.”

“Adam, we have to get out of here,” I hear the other Adam whisper.

“I know but what about Ty?”

“Oh crap! He’s coming!!”

Dr. Thomas walks out and I feel myself panic. Oh god, I’m going to have to figure out how to help Ty later.

I need to save myself first.

Dr. Thomas approaches me, “You see a lot of our funding comes from people like Mr. Harrison. But for profiles that don’t act up, I typically let them come and go as they please. Like yourself Adam, unless you want to cause trouble.”

His eyes are directly on me. I didn’t know what to do…

I look over at the other Adam. We should have ran.

In a quick instant—Other Adam pushes Dr. Thomas over.

“RUNNN ADAM RUN!”

“Oh you’ve made a huge mistake!”

I make a run for it but too many doors and I’m not sure at this point which one is the quickest exit.

I dash into a room and quickly shut the door.

I turn around and see that I’m not alone.

A guy is sitting on the ground with a dog collar one.

“Um…hi.”

“Woof!”

Oh god! He’s turned this guy into a dog!!!

“Be a good boy and be quiet please,” I say to him in a hush voice.

I creep up to the door and peak out.

Dr. Thomas is no where in sight.

That’s when I see the other Adam run out.

“Adam!”

“Go back in! He’s coming!”

We both head back in to the room.

“Wow that was a close one! Wait, why are you shirtless?”

The other Adam glares at me.

“Adam, I have something to tell you. I’m no longer you.”

An evil grin comes across his face.

Dr. Thomas walks into the room, I turn every direction but have no where to run.

“Oh Adam! There you are! I decided to replace Ty’s profile. Meet my profile, Dr. Thomas.”

Sh^*%!!

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Signing Up For An Experiment Part 3

Bryce:

“Bryce, I’m there you are. Meet the Dr. Thomas 5. He will be helping us out at the office.”

Oh god, not another one!

Just once I’d like to have a co-worker who isn’t also my boss!

I’ve been ‘working’ for Dr. Thomas 4 months now. Correction, I’ve been held hostage by him.

You see I was just like one of these poor guys coming into this place.

I was a young, attractive college student and needed cash bad.

That’s when I woke up in a complete strangers body. I panicked and ran out.

When I came back begging to be put back in my body…Dr. Thomas gave me an option I could either be a stored profile or be his assistant.

Reluctantly I had to keep this body, live a life that wasn’t mine, and help this loon out.

“Bryce, don’t be rude say hello!”

“We’ve met,” I say rolling my eyes.

“Now now… I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by that, right Bryce?” says the other Dr. Thomas.

“Yes, I’m sure Bryce wouldn’t want to upset us.”

“No gentlemen, I’m glad to have another member on the team,” I say biting my tongue.

“Thank you Bryce, now I need you to do something for me.”

“Yes sir.”

Dr. Thomas walks over to a guy around my age who’s unconscious.

“This is Adam. Adam here was going to be a new assistant on the team but decided to cause trouble. I need him uploaded with Mr. Flynn’s profile. After that please put Adam’s profile in storage. I don’t want to take any chances especially since we have our big event tonight.”

I transport Adam to the upload room. I honestly don’t know why we even bother with this.

I can literally upload anyone’s profile anywhere…

I guess Dr. Thomas likes to keep as many things a secret.

I look down at Adam. He’s a nice looking guy.

It sucks…Adam was only other person who could have helped me get out of here.

I upload Mr. Flynn, he’s a big deal to Dr. Thomas… one of the main donors.

Some rich guy who’s just as evil. He wanted a new upload prior to tonight’s event.

Every rich elitist pr*ck will be at this event and I hate the thought that I played a part in it.

I greet Mr. Flynn and lead him out.

Ugh… I just wish their was something I could do.

I pull up Adam’s profile.

I start to send him to storage but something was stopping me…

I want to get out of here and get my body back.

But I could get caught…

My profile stays on alert so Dr. Thomas will know if I uploaded myself multiple times.

But Adam on the other hand…

“Well Adam, you’re my only hope.”

I click and upload his profile.

Adam:

“What the— where the hell am I?”

I look around the room…

My minds racing… flashbacks run through my head…

I can remember being inside of Ty and myself.

The lab… oh god…that doctor put a copy of himself inside of Ty!

I see a phone on the desk next to me and opened up the camera. I see a face that I have never seen in my life.

“Who am I?!?”

That’s when the phone started to ring. It’s a unknown number.

My eyes widened… it could be that creepy doctor. What if he’s playing a game with me?

I click the end button.

That’s when a text comes through…

“Adam, answer it. I’m here to help.”

The phone rings again…

Should I trust it?

It keeps ringing…

I answer it.

“Hello?”

“Adam, you don’t know me but I’m someone you can trust.”

“Like, hell! You’re probably that doctor inside someone else.”

“No Adam listen, I’m like you. Dr. Thomas did the same thing to me. He asked for me to get rid of your profile but I need your help!”

I was quiet.

“Adam, are you there?”

“Yes.”

“Listen, I know you’re confused but we have to trust each other. It’s the only way we can fix everything. I have a plan.”

“Fine, what’s the plan?”

“Tonight there will be a party. It’s a donor’s event for Dr. Thomas’s biggest patrons. I’ve placed multiples of your profile into several people. Each one is an important guest of the party tonight. Dr. Thomas will think you’re each of them.”

“Wait, there’s multiples of me?”

“Yes, I’m calling each one here shortly to meet at the house your in.”

“Okay…”

“I don’t have too much time, just find a nice outfit. My suit should be somewhere in the back of the closest.”

“Wait, your suit?”

“Yes Adam…I put you inside of my body. One of his biggest donor’s has been in it for months. I couldn’t stand another moment of him parading around as me. But that’s besides the point. Just get dressed. I’ll be there in several hours.”

“Wait, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What’s yours name?”

“Oh…uh it’s Bryce.”

“Nice, thank you Bryce.”

“Don’t thank me yet Adam. Wait til we take this guy down. I’ll head your way as soon as I get out of here.”

I hang up the phone. My mind raced. Multiples of me are out somewhere and I’m inside this Bryce guy.

I look at Bryce’s face again. He’s cute. Very cute.

I walk over to Bryce’s closest and found the suit sitting in the back.

Well I guess I should get dressed.

I take off the clothes I have on and walk into Bryce’s bathroom.

“Well hello Bryce.”

Tonight I’m going to get my body and Ty’s back.

I just hope this Bryce guy has a good plan.

Hopefully his brains match his looks!

[m2minyourshoes]

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[m2minyourshoes]

Persuasive

The other officers told me about Harry. Apparently he was very persuasive with all of the guards and officers he encountered. I laughed. I couldn’t be bought. I lived to see guys like him brought to justice. 

The first time I entered his cell, I saw how little respect he had for others. He didn’t even bother to stand up when I entered his cell. He just sat on the floor. I reached for my baton to give him a good beating, but he looked pretty defenceless. He looked me straight in the eye and I just couldn’t tell if he was looking smug, or innocently shy. Anyway, I took the decision to save his beating for another day.

With me as his guard, things were running a lot smoother. Trouble was down and everything was just going a lot better. I had managed to befriend Harry and he was co-operating well with my instructions. We started to get to know each other well. He told me about his life and I shared some stories from my life too. He told me he was gay, and although I am not into any of that shit, I managed to convince him to fuck me through the bars. Haha. Man it was so good to feel him inside me. That fucking session really cemented our roles. I had his cum inside me, I owned his cum. I had such control over him. But I wanted more.

To take things to the next level, I wanted to show him even further the control I had over him. I managed to convince him to swap bodies with me. The idea of being in the hot, tatted body with a massive dick turned me on really bad. I wanted to show him how I could dominate him even if I was the one who was the prisoner and he was the guard. He took some time to convince, but of course he eventually gave in to my demands. I unlocked the cells and entered. We swapped clothes and injected some shots and we began to transform. Now I looked like the low-life criminal, Harry. Fuck it was so arousing. I commanded him to lock me in his cell and he did it. He was totally entranced by my commands. I told him to pretend to be me. He nodded and left. I owned his cell and his body now, it was all mine! Hope he enjoys having to work. I am just gonna lay back here and jerk off to the thought of my old body. Such a hot, young, powerful body. Tomorrow, I will tell him I want to have a full role reversal - I am sure I will be able to convince him to play the dominant role and let me play the submissive. He might be a bit shy at first to even attempt to assert dominance over me, but I am sure I will be able to convince to fully take my officer’s role and treat me like some low-life scum haha. Hope he doesn’t miss his cell too much.

[m2minyourshoes]

The Sex Shop (Smelly Size 14 Sneakers)

A small electric chime sounded as Jake walked through the door to the store. It was a new shop, almost the only

open store in the abandoned mall, 'The Sex Shop' it was called. Jake looked around him, a typical kind of store,

large floor, brick walls, long, black tall isles with different pieces of clothing and objects in special

displays around the place. There were people in all the isles looking around at all the different items.

"Well hello!" a voice yelled. A young, handsome man in a suit decorated with a pink tie approached Jake.

"Nice to meet you, uh..."

"Jake."

"Okay Jake, is this your first time here?"

"Yeah" Jake nodded.

"That's great! We have a special offer this week, anyone new to the store gets their first item free! So take a

look around, pick out something you like, feel free to try any of the clothes or toys in the Change Rooms!"

"Uhhh... isn't that really..."

"Oh don't worry, everything is absolutely 100% clean! So get me if you need help, otherwise, enjoy, and change

rooms are down the back!"

"Uh, okay, thanks!" Jake replied, smiling at the salesman's friendliness.

Jake wandered around, noting that the isles had sections like a supermarket and were much longer than he first

thought.

Jake decided to be adventurous and browse the fetish items isle. All kinds of different things lined the walls,

leather straps, handcuffs, masks, even shoes.

"Damn these things are huge! I've never really been one for shoes or feet, but I'll see if I can get into this!" Jake

thought to himself as picked up the absolutely gargantuan size 14 sneakers from the shelves. He walked into a change

room, surprised at their small-bedroom size and spaciousness. He sat down on the seat, wondering why he'd picked the

shoes. "So, how do I go about this." he thought. "The label said they were 'smelly' so I guess I can try that first."

He picked up one of the huge, blue sneakers and held it up to his nose, inhaling deeply. The strong smell of musk,

sweat and feet entered his nose. Jake held the shoe away from his nose, scrunching his face in disgust, but over a few

seconds he felt himself becoming more curious towards it. He inhaled deeply again, the pungent odors hitting his

senses. "This isn't so bad..." he thought. He inhaled again, and again. "Fuck, this is good." he said to himself. He felt his average 5" cock beginning to harden. "Oh man." he moaned to himself. He continued to smell the shoe, then he lost it, he plunged his face into the massive boat. Inhaling and moaning, a wet patch forming in his shorts. He quickly stripped off his clothes and stroked his cock with one hand, the other holding the enormous blue sneaker into his face. "Fuck, I wonder what sexy jock had his big feet in these." he said to himself.

Suddenly he began to feel strange, thinking perhaps he inhaled something toxic, but he couldn't resist, it smelt too

good. He felt a tingling numbness run throughout his body each time he inhaled the cocktail of sweat and odors. His

whole body now felt strange as he continued to furiously rub his cock and sniff the huge dirty shoe. He felt a strange

radiance move from his lungs into his chest. He sniffed once more and felt a shockwave run through his chest. He

stopped, only momentarily, to see his pecs... growing!?

He continued his sniffing and stroking as he saw his pecs swell and expand outwards, accepting whatever was occurring.

He could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten with every sniff, a light four pack pushing it's way to the surface,

tightening, thickening, becoming a six pack, growing further with his pecs. His felt his calves and thighs begin to

swell and tighten with strength and muscle, a real jock's legs, his biceps and triceps began to bulge and pulse with

every breath, swelling and strengthening, his forearms followed suit, expanding outwards and filling with raw muscle

and power. "Fuck, fuck, yes!" he moaned, continuing to smell the boats of shoes.

He felt his legs and torso begin to stretch, extending taller than his previous 5'11" height. Inch by inch, he felt

his body slide up the wall as he hit 6'6". Jake felt his jaw begin to move and shift, becoming sharper and more

masculine, his ears and nose changing shape.

Suddenly, his 5" cock began to pulsate and expand. The head of his cock flared outwards as his shaft began to slowly

extend outwards. "Oh, fuck!" Jake moaned, stroking his expanding cock, he felt veins snake down his thickening shaft,

his cock head oozing precum as it swelled wider and wider, 6, 7, 8 inches, his enormous cock continued to swell, 9, 10

and 11 inches. Jake's enormous meat stuck directly out from him, thick as a can, almost a foot long and coated in precum. His balls began to grow to match, becoming larger and larger, swelling, filling with testosterone and semen.

Veins traced their way down his forearms as they continued to swell, his hands began to expand and lengthen. His

fingers thickened and lengthened, wrapping further around the shoe and his cock, becoming utterly enormous fists of

power.

The energy moved its way to his feet, he felt his toes begin to swell, wider, longer, manlier. His feet cracked and

expanded larger, growing from his average size 9 1/2's and becoming larger and larger. He could feel his toes grow

longer, his heel extending, his foot widening. His feet pushed further through the carpet, growing outwards to a

gargantuan size 14, ready to fill his enormous shoes with their long wide toes and soles. Jake took one last breath

out of the massive sneaker and his cock exploded with cum, splattering the room in white slime. He panted, looking

down and wiggling his enormous toes and smiling. Now a jock with enormous feet and a foot fetish to match, he stood

up, put on his huge sneakers along with some shorts off the floor. A part of his now changed mind seemed to tell him

that the smell of his massive feet would not only turn people into drooling zombies but that it was also contagious.

Jake looked at the tiny wet shorts lying on the floor of the dressing room, and his t-shirt was stretched and

torn from his growth spurt. He dug out his cell phone to call a friend to bring him some clothes and to show

off his new jock stud bud. He started to key in his best friend Matthew, but remembered he was working now.

So he scrolled to Bryce's name and keyed dial.

"Hey, Bryce, do me a favor, and stop by my apartment and bring me some fresh clothes," Jake started.

"Who is this?" Bryce asked. The voice was deeper than anyone he knew, but the guy apparently knew him.

"Oh, my voice changed too?" Jake asked, "How's it different? This is Jake."

"Changed? Jake? Your voice is like three octaves lower than before. What do you mean changed? Why dya need

some fresh clothes?" Bryce was suspicious this was a prank.

"Dude, it's me Jake. I just had a growth spurt, and my shorts are wet," Jake said, "I'm in a dressing room at

that new shop downtown. Now go by my apartment, the spare key is in the fire hose box next to my door. There's

a wicker chest of drawers next to my bed. In the bottom drawer are some white shorts and a XXXL UP Pilots

jersey. Go get them, quick okay."

"XXXL will look like a tent on you, what gives?"

"Just do it, Bryce. You'll find out."

Bryce didn't have anything better to do, and was curious, so he said,"Okay, Jake."

He hung up, and headed over to Jake's place.

Jake grinned as he set the phone down. He bent over and lifted his foot toward his nose. He took a deep

breath. Damn, he smelled good.

"Mmmm, my feet reek so good," Jake said. He felt his dripping huge cock pushing into his pec. He extended his

tongue to taste foul smelling sneaker. He felt like an electrical spark leap from the shoe to his tongue, then

he tasted bitterness, and blew his load. The underside of his hin and his chest were covered with like 6

ounces of gooey cum. He wiped off his chin and chest with his all ready wet shorts. He licked the white goo

off his hand. Instantly, he felt his body grow a tad bigger. Then he shifted to get a better look at his balls

under his massive cock. He hefted his cock out of the way, and cradled his now tennis ball size size

testicles. He grinned, he felt even hornier than before. It was a good thing Bryce was on the way. He

scraped the rest of the cum off his chest and chin, but instead of eating it, he massaged the cum into his

stinky shoes.

Bryce found the key, and the clothes. He laughed imagining Jake wearing this huge gear. He shoved them into

Jake's gym bag which was hanging on the back of his front door. Then he started on his five minute walk from

Jake's place to the shop.

The shop was interesting. Bryce paused to glance in some of the cases. A couple of things looked interesting.

He smiled, and reached for an orange box with an intriguing label. He paused, frowned, looked down at the bag

in his hand. He could come back and check this out later. Right now he needed to see Jake. He looked at the

doorway with the sign that read "Changing Rooms." He headed through the doorway. The first dressing room

door was open and the room was entry. The second door was closed. He knocked on it, and the door swung open

to reveal another empty room. The third door was locked, so Bryce called out, "Jake?"

Jake was on the threshold of blowing another load, when he heard Bryce at the door.

He stood, and reached the door knob without taking a step. He opened the door.

"Hey, Bryce, good to see you," Jake said.

Bryce's jaw dropped. Jake was naked. Jake was huge. Bryce took a deep breath, and Jake's pungent scent hit.

"Close the door behind you," Jake ordered.

Bryce opened the door to the changing room. It was dark and he couldn't see anything. The first thing he noticed was a pungent scent that hit his nose and made him grimace. It smelled like dirty feet, sweat, and BO. "Hello?", he tentatively asked the dark room. He sensed a movement and all of a sudden something slammed the door behind him. Bryce instinctively jumped back from the door and the loud noise. In the dark he felt strong arms grab him and he felt something leathery shoved into his face and cup it. Bryce breathed heavily out of shock and almost gagged. The smell was so much more intense than before; it smelled like dirty, unwashed feet. It was disgusting! Bryce tried to struggle against the strong figure hold him in place and whatever was being shoved against his face. He finally squirmed free and stepped back, gasping for air and trying to get the rancid foot scent out of his nose. That was when the light flickered on and he saw his friend, Jake. Well, it looked like Jake, if he was older, taller, bigger, hairier and had much more muscle. Jake looked like a total jock now! Bryce gulped when he saw this man was totally naked, and a thick 10 inch erection was sticking out, hard as steel and leaking precum on the floor. Jake was holding a very dirty and well used size 14 sneaker in his hand too. Was that what was on his face? GROSS! No wonder it stunk so bad. What the fuck?

"j... Jake?", Bryce stammered out in confusion and fear. The new jock Jake grinned; "Yeah man, this is the new me. I look so fucking hot. What do you think?".

Bryce was shocked and very confused. "What the hell happened to you, man, your like... huge! You look like an adult now, your all big and hairy, not to mention.... that", Bryce said as he gestured to Jake's massive erection. "Also, Jake, no offense but you fucking stink, man. And that shoe, why did you put that on my face, that's so fucking gross!".

Jake smiled and stared at the massive shoe; "Oh this thing?". He made eye contact with Bryce and took a huge sniff of the dirty sneaker and moaned. Jake's cock leaked a few more blobs of precum on the carpet. Bryce was shocked by what he was seeing. "These shoes are why I have this awesome body now, they are magic! I put them on and I grew into this sexy jock! I wanted to share it with my best friend, so I called you. We can be huge jock bros together". Bryce didn't know what to say; he thought about the possibilities with a body like that. He thought of how easy it would be to get laid by all the girls at school. He had no chance with the ladies as he was right now. "Well... I mean, it would really help us score with the ladies...", Bryce said, contemplating the possibilities.

Jake grinned even wider; "Well, these shoes, they are magic; they made me forget all about my sexual fantasies about girls. POOF Totally gone. These shoes replaced my desires about girls replaced them with musky guys, dirty feet, and sweaty BO. I crave it now, and I don't even care. Seriously, these magic shoes gave me a real strong smelly foot fetish. Soon your going to have one as well". As Jake said this he took another sniff of the nasty, giant sneakers; "Oh fuck, that's so good. Your going to love that stink soon enough".

"What the fuck?! NO! I don't want to be a gay, drooling, foot obsessed jock, even if I could be bigger and have muscles. That's DISGUSTING! How can you be enjoying yourself, that's sick Jake. I'm leaving, you nasty pervert!". With that, Bryce tried to leave the room. Jake sidestepped and stepped in front of Bryce. Jake was inches away from Bryce, and he was much taller now. Bryce only came up to Jake's hairy, muscular pecs. This close, the thick BO wafting off of Jake's body was intense and it made Bryce gag. Jake pushed Bryce back a little bit, further back into the room.

"Don't try to fight it man. Can you feel the influence worming it's way into your brain yet. Look at these huge hairy feet. These are the feet of a man, and they stink. I bet you wanna sniff them, don't you? They stink something awful now, but I bet that you are curious about how they smell. Go ahead, take a whiff! Give in to your new foot fetish, your new desires".

Bryce looked down; Jake's feet really were massive now. The tops were covered in a thick layer of brown hair, and each toe had a small thatch of thick hair, too. The soles looked really thick and big. They were so much bigger than his friends feet before. He realized he was staring.

"I can see you staring. That initial sniff from the sneaker you got earlier is working. I bet you couldn't even get hard from girls anymore, even if you tried. Your fate is sealed; give in and we can be drooling, horny, feet sniffing jocks together!

Bryce couldn't take his eyes off of Jake's manly jock feet. "I bet they stink so bad! That's so fucking gross! Being addicted to smelly feet, no thank you!", he thought to himself. However, as the seconds ticked on he found he was still staring, and that was when he noticed his 4 inch member was rock hard in his pants. Uh oh, he was getting turned on? Was the magic working? He had to get out of there before he turned into a nasty stinky foot obsessed jock like Jake!

While formulating a plan to escape, Bryce had fallen to his knees in front of Bryce, almost as if automatically, against his will. He willed himself to get up and run, but also, being down low, he was much closer to those wonderful feel. "Oh fuck, did I just think of those feet as "wonderful?! This is bad". Being closer on the ground, the foot odor was a lot stronger. Bryce felt his member thicken up and get even harder in his pants. Bryce looked up at Jake. Being on his knees, he was at eye level with Jake's massive, dripping member. It was covered in hair and gave off a strong, sweaty ball smell. Being this close to his friends cock should have grossed him out, let alone the stink of ball sweat, but he didn't feel bothered. He looked up at Jake. Jake grinned a dope, jock smile as he instructed Bryce; "Just give in..."

Bryce was on his knees, staring at the huge, sweaty, hairy feet his friend now possessed. His friend's foul foot odor was making him nauseated it was so bad, but at the same time, Bryce was rock hard and so horny. He looked at the  dirty size 14 sneakers that had done this to his friend. Made him a hulking smelly, hairy, foot obsessed jock. Was this his fate? He was getting tired of fighting it and wanted to give in, to sniff and lick his friends smelly feet.

That was it. Bryce made up his mind to get away! Using every ounce of energy he had, he willed himself to slowly back away from the feet. "I have to get away! I won't give in! I am not going to end up a gay, foot addicted pervert!", he said to himself in his mind. As he slowly backed away, he kept motivating himself; "Yes, do it! Don't give in! Don't - ". His inner monologue was cut short with a *SCHLORP* sound.

Jake had planted one massive, size 14, sweaty foot right on Bryce's face, his long splayed toes resting right on the bridge of his nose. The musky scent invaded his nostrils and he instantly struggled and tried to scoot away. The foot sweat smeared on his face as he protested; "Fuck, gaaah, pffft, Jake!! Stop, please!".  However, the strong jock didn't budge; he still held his massive foot played all over his friends face. Bryce's eyes watered and his nostrils burned.

"Come on take a big whiff! One more and I'll let you go!", Jake said with a big scruffy grin. Meanwhile, Bryce kept struggling to get away, but Jake was so much bigger and stronger now. Jake's long toes rolled over Bryce's nose as he took a breath. Bryce stopped struggling. "That... that actually wasn't too bad that time", Bryce said, Jake's foot still planted on his face. Bryce closed his eyes and took a deep sniff; he moaned as the stink went into his brain. His cock, painfully tented in his shorts, shot out a glob of precum. "Oh fuck, thats... that is actually really nice, Jake". And with that, Jake smiled; he knew Bryce was gone. There would be no more resistance. Soon enough, he would be a foot sniffing hairy jock like he was.

Taking deep sniffs, Bryce took the massive foot in both hands and began rubbing it all over his face. "Oh, fuck. Oh Jake thats so good", he said. The dirty foot was rewiring his brain. He was forgetting girls and other sexual fantasies he may have at one time had. It was being rewired for only one thing. Dirty feet and man BO. Bryce's cock was so hard it was getting painful. Without stopping desperately sniffing his friend's foot, he took one hand and undid his belt and tried to wiggle out of his pants. Next came his shirt, taking only the briefest time to stop sniffing. Soon Bryce was just as naked as Jake was. "Fuck Jake, your feet are so good". Jake grinned at his friend, and popped a bicep pose. "It's not just my feet that stink Bryce. Maybe some other part of my body could use the attention"...

Bryce looked up and saw Jake with a bicep pose. The sweaty brown bushes in his armpits on full display. The sight of Jake's armpits caused his cock to spurt another bit of precum. "I bet those REEK!", Bryce muttered to himself, sounding almost too excited. Bryce's gaze lingered on Jake's sweaty hairy chest until it dropped down to Jake's bushy groin, his erection massive and jutting straight out. Jake's mouth practically watered and he could see ball sweat practically dripping off of Jake's large hairy sac. This disgusted and horrified Bryce, that he was so turned on by all this, but he didn't care. He was too far gone. He wanted to sniff and worship every inch of Jake's new beautiful body, and hopefully, become as smelly, hairy, and big as his friend was now...

Bryce was staring at his old friend Jake, taking it all in. Bryce's tiny dick was hard as a rock as he stared, mouth agape. Fuck, Jake was so hot. He was staring at his friends now hairy chest. Bryce spied the thick brown bushes sticking out from under Jake's pits. They were so bushy and hairy. Bryce longed to stick his face in them and sniff his friend's stink.

Jake was growing impatient; he knew what he needed to do for the next step in turning his friend into a hairy foot obsessed jock like him. Jake took the nasty dirty trainer in his hand. He took another sniff and nearly gagged at the musk; Jake's 10 inch steel rod spurting a bit of precum in response. Fuck, Jake loved how it smelled now. Jake took the dirty shoe and quickly shoved it back on Bryce's face. Bryce gasped and sucked in the musk; he sputtered, trying to get a clean breath but all he got was foot odor. Not that he cared, Bryce closed his eyes and moaned, and almost shot a load. Jake just laughed mischieviously and held the foul shoe in place. "Give in Bryce, let the shoe do it's job".

A few seconds later, there was a loud cracking sound that came from Bryce's feet. They were beginning to grow! Bryce's toes slowly began to grow bigger and stretch longer. His foot grew wider as it began to elongate as well. Bryce moaned, both from the uncomfortable cramping feeling in his feet, and from the heavenly stink from the shoe on his face.

Jake grinned; he could see from his glassy eyes and pounding erection that his friend had lost all willpower to fight. It was all over for Bryce.

Bryce was enthralled in the shoe's scent and the intense pressure within his feet which were expanding within his shoes. After taking a deep sniff of the sweaty musk he attempted to recoil with a grimace and a moan. "Jake... my feet... my shoes are so tight."

Jake smiled and pushed the shoe into Bryce's face harder, ensuring the transformation continued. "They're getting bigger dude." With his will to resist decimated and a new fetish taking its place, Bryce simply moaned at the revelation and inhaled deeply. He groaned again, harsher this time, his toes lengthened and thickened further, pressing harder and harder against the ends of his size 9 sneakers. The stretching and growing sensation spread up Bryce’s legs and across his body, causing him to moan louder and louder into the huge, worn shoe. His bulging shoes were pushed further away by legs growing longer and bulkier. Both of the men could hear the groans of his spine pushing taller and his arms extending.

At the same time, the muscle growth spreading through his legs moved upward. His legs swelled into large, powerful limbs and destroyed his skinny jeans. Large pecs began to bulge from his front followed by pairs of abs pummelling their way out. Jake grinned and Bryce moaned loudly as long, large toes on what were now size 11 feet burst out of his too small size 9 shoes.

As the feet slid out past size 12, Bryce’s arms twitched with muscular growth. Biceps bulged outward and obliterated the remainder of his shirt as the growth rippled down his forearms. His hands clenched around the back of Jake’s huge paw that was holding the shoe to his face as they exploded in size. Hair poured out of the backs of them and across his arms, abs, legs, and feet.

Bryce’s moans were becoming gruff and desperate as his voice deepened and his head creaked larger with more typically manly features. He was quickly looking more and more like a dumb, sexy frat boy than the average man he once was.

As the huge, hairy size feet passed size 13, Bryce’s cock started to extend and thicken. He groaned loud and deep into the smelly shoe as his dick pressed outward past 5, 6 then 7 inches. He could feel his balls inflating and dropping lower, filling with fresh cum and overloading his body with hormones as it stretched to 8 inches. His cock responded to the jolt of testosterone and expanded again to 9 then 10 inches.

Bryce felt himself about to cum, sealing his transformation forever. His eyes fluttered open, looking down in awe and lust at the big, beautiful size 13s he now had. Jake’s size 15s standing just in front of his own made his cock quiver. He wanted feet as big and manly as those, and so he resisted the end of his changes and pressed the shoe into his face unassisted.

“Hell yeah man, grow them huge” Jake moaned, knowing exactly what Bryce was attempting. Bryce sniffed the shoe hard, gasping as he resisted the urge to cum and feeling his feet stretch just a little larger. He repeated this, again and again, holding back the urge to yell in pleasure as he prolonged the inevitable and pushed his feet to size 14. The sensation and knowledge that his feet were becoming huge was overwhelming. The toes pushed out even longer, finally bringing his feet to the same size 15s as Jake’s.

Bryce gripped Jake’s shoulder and pushed him to his knees and pressed his huge, musty size 15 into Jake’s face. He continued to inhale, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. Jake moaned as the foot grew even larger against his face. Size 16 was going to be the limit as Bryce dropped the shoe and yelled, shooting cum across the room and locking in his fate.

Jake meanwhile inhaled Bryce’s new scent and felt a familiar pressure in his own feet. “Oh yeah,” he moaned as his huge feet pulsed with new growth fuelled by Bryce’s musk. His feet stretched an additional size to match Bryce’s, causing the jock to cum again just like Bryce had.

The pair of big-footed jocks clasped their right hands together and pulled into a brief, sexually charged hug.

“Who’s next?” Bryce asked with a dumb smile.

[m2minyourshoes]

Wanting Everything

Peter was enjoying his cigarette break from his job as a financial adviser. It was for one of the more prestigious firms in the city and he enjoyed the allure it gave him. No woman could resist Peter Sanders when he came into a bar. He was a chick magnet and he knew it.

Yet some people who were close to him knew that he never stopped complaining. He was always going on about how the fucking waiters at his favorite restaurants couldn’t do their jobs and the fucking gardeners, pool boys, and landscapers who worked for him could never really please him. He was always seeing fault in things. He played by his own rules and he was master of his world. People should try to please him, he often said, because he was smart enough to have a real job that paid real money. “People should treat me differently,” he would say to his friends. “I am different. I’m better”.

Peter’s intelligence was very fierce but his compassion for others was notably low. He would often complain of the Mexican problem in this country.

“Hey man. How’s it going?” asked Steve, a co-worker. They started walking back into work.

“Fine. Except my fucking pool boy didn’t do everything that I asked him to. These fucking beaners come to this country and they don’t even speak enough English to goddamn listen to what I’m telling them to do. I’m paying them. I shouldn’t have to speak their godawful gibberish language just so they can do one simple task. He left the net out and a bunch of other equipment. Said he had to go home early for some family emergency. Don’t they all have a hundred relatives? I fired his beaner ass. I need to find a white guy to clean my pool. One who can understand simple directions and won’t be full of excuses.”

“My sister has a great pool guy. She raves about him. He’s Mexican but pretty fluent.”

Peter sighed, so hellbent on appearing a martyr. “Fine. Send him my way. But if he fucks up even a little I’ll can him. They just aren’t as good as white workers, you know? They don’t work as hard, they just come here and take over and just soak up all of the benefits. I’d like to see a beaner do THIS job. Something that requires actual thought.”

Steve smiled and walked away. The next day Peter got a call from a man who introduced himself as Alejandro Zamora. The guy had a bit of a typical Hispanic accent, but Peter didn’t mind that. The guy seemed like he spoke enough English for Peter to deal with him. And it turned out the guy was willing to do yard work as well.

The next weekend Alejandro came over. Peter had work to do in his living room, but when he took a cigarette break outside he noticed the man to be pretty decent at his job.

“This is a real nice place, man,” Alejandro told him.

“Yeah, worth every penny. It’s my dream pad.”

“Bet the ladies appreciate it.” Alejandro smiled wolfishly.

Peter laughed. “Oh, they don’t mind it.”

“Hey, Peter, so what is it you do, man? It seems pretty important.”

That’s more of an interest than any of my other help ever paid to me, he noted.

“Financial expert. I recommend investments.”

Alejandro whistled. “Sounds pretty impressive. Money is a fascinating thing. Maybe when I have enough saved up I’ll come to you, huh?”

Dream on, Peter thought. You could never afford my services.

“Well, I better get back inside. I have to finish up some portfolios tonight.”

“Cool, man. Hey, do you mind if I use your bathroom?”

“Oh no, that’s cool. There’s no poolhouse yet, but I’m thinking of building one.”

Suddenly he woke up and it was deep evening. It had been 3 in the afternoon just a few moments ago! A couple of empty beers and an open whiskey bottle lay on the $3,000 coffee table he had recently purchased for the living room. Well, that explains it, he thought. Must have been more tired than I thought. Peter had completely forgotten about Alejandro and didn’t even give him a second thought that night.

“Eh, what time is it? 9 PM? Fuck. Good thing it’s Saturday.”

Peter flipped around some TV channels getting bored, until a channel caught his eye. It was the Spanish speaking channel and they were having some sort of pool party with hot chicks everywhere. Only thing this station is good for, he thought, and drifted off watching the Spanish conversations of some soap opera. Before drifting off to sleep he could almost swear that he understood what all the characters were saying…

In another week, Alejandro visited right on time.

“Peter! How’s it hangin, my man?”

“Great, man. I got a lot of work for you today. The yard needs to be cleaned up. I’m having a party here in a couple weeks. It has to be spotless. I want all the hedges trimmed…”

He found himself inside dozing on his $8,000 couch. He saw what was left of his scotch on the rocks and laughed. Man, I am really living Saturdays up lately, he thought.

Alejandro came inside the house. “Well Mr. Sanders I’m all finished for the day. That entire list has been taken care of.”

“Spectacular.” He said, still feeling a little inebriated.

“You sure you don’t need any help with anything else?”

“No, not unless you can do my job for me as well,” Peter said, almost wishing Alejandro could.

“You could always make a wish,” Alejandro said. “There’s that meteor shower tonight.”

“Ha! Wish upon a falling star?” He walked outside. Sure enough, a few meteors were burning through the atmosphere. “I WISH THIS GUY HERE COULD DO MY JOB INSTEAD OF ME! HAHAHAHA! Oh man, I gotta lay off the booze on weekends.”

“Hey man, what do you think weekends were invented for?”

“I like you, Alejandro. Same time next week?”

“Sure thing, boss. See you soon.” Alejandro said, tucking an unidentified object into his pants pocket. Something wooden. Peter shrugged it off and went back inside, to watch telenovelas. Something about a woman whose boyfriend was cheating on her. How the hell do I know what they’re even saying? he thought as he drifted off.

The next week was fairly hectic for Peter. He made errors he didn’t normally make. Simple fax mistakes that only a rookie would even think of making. He mixed up a few clients names and got pretty embarrassed but managed to laugh it off. And for some reason he kept watching the Spanish speaking channel every night. It was weird, he never felt addicted to any television like this, but he couldn’t stop himself. It was like every other channel was just becoming a haze of gibberish.

The next Saturday Alejandro called Peter to tell him he would be late.

“Oh what? Man I have a million guys off the truck that would be happy to do your job!” Peter said, while watching some game show from Mexico.

“Peter, I got caught up with something. I’ll be there in no time.”

“I should fire you, you know. I rarely tolerate people being late.”

“Peter? I really don’t like the way you’re talking to me.”

Suddenly Peter felt truly bad. Maybe he was being harsh.

“Now Peter, I think you should apologize to me,” Alejandro said slowly.

Peter shook his head. It was so hard for him to ever admit when he was wrong.

“Just get over here as quick as you can. I’m sorry I yelled at you, man.”

“That’s more like it.” Alejandro said, a little angrily, and hung up.

When Alejandro came over Peter was hard at work on some mathematical ratios, and establishing scenarios for potential investment boons. But after Alejandro showed up he found himself unable to concentrate. God, he just wanted to kick back for once. He pictured himself in the midst of a pool party, showing off to everyone, with lots of beautiful women admiring him. Maybe a few of the studs from the office showing off while shirtless. Man, this party was going to be great.

“Boss, you okay?”

Peter was startled. “Huh. What was I doing? Que es lo?”

Alejandro smiled warmly. “That’s cute. Learning a little bit of Spanish on me?”

“Spanish? Me? Un pequeno. Tu sabes,” he said. Man, what the hell? I must be picking up words without even knowing it from that TV channel.

“I’m working on the topiary hedges today. You said you wanted them retrimmed in a certain shape?”

“Oh yeah, here let me show you…”

He led Alejandro outside but for the life of him couldn’t remember the project he had for him.

“It was going to be like…all of them had some shapes. Different shapes.” He looked puzzled.

“Well, what we could do is give these here half domes and then these over here, we could do a graduated pyramid shape.”

“Oh yeah! That sounds magnifico!”

Alejandro smiled again. “Why don’t you help me out?”

“ME? Alejandro, I’m paying you to do a job,” Peter said, suddenly annoyed by Alejandro’s nerve.

“No disrespect intended boss. I just thought it might loosen you up. Detached work makes the mind work easier. You know?”

“Maybe it would help,” Peter agreed. Alejandro showed him the techniques he used to trim the bushes. Peter decided that he was going to sweat a lot doing this so he took off his dress shirt, which he wore on weekends because all of his clothing had to be expensive, just in case someone showed up unannounced.

Hours passed and Peter got a good workout in while Alejandro looked on with arms folded proudly.

“And THAT, my man, is how you do it!”

“Nice work, Peter! You did it!”

He high fived Alejandro without even thinking about the fact that he had done nearly all the work that day.

“Why don’t we go inside and chill out a little bit?” Alejandro asked.

He’s the help for fuck’s sake? Where the hell does he get off? Then again, he has been doing a great job lately.

“Yeah, sure. But just for a little while. I have work to do.”

“Like what?”

“You’re really interested in what I do, aren’t you?”

“To be honest, I really want to do what you do some day,” Alejandro admitted. “I’ve been going to college for the past year with an emphasis on economics.”

“Really? You never told me. Hey man, I’m gonna take a shower. Make yourself at home in the meantime.”

Make yourself at home? What the hell am I even saying? I don’t want to give this fucking roughneck the impression I think we’re equals. He began lathering up. Man, he had gotten quite a tan today working out in the yard. Bet it would make him all the more appealing at that pool party. Wait til the guys at the office saw him, he thought.

He came out in a bathrobe to find Alejandro going through his papers!

“What the hell are you doing? Those are confidential.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. I was just noticing you were recommending a company that doesn’t exist anymore?”

“What? Where?”

“Right here, see?”

“How the hell could I have made a mistake like that?? I need to lay off the cervezas.”

“You know, I could really make a few suggestions. First…” Peter listened as Alejandro filled him in on all his ideas, and even showed Peter that he could analyze data as well as any pro.

“Where did you learn all this? You’re a pool boy for crying out loud.”

Alejandro winced. “Let’s just say I pick things up fast. And you could take advantage of that?”

“How is that?” Peter turned on the TV, searching for something cool. He settled on a movie about a couple on a romantic getaway to Puerto Vallarta, although it was hard for him to follow the plot.

“You could make me your assistant.”

“Assistant? That requires years of experience. For a firm like mine? Sorry, amigo. No, si no podemos.” How the hell do I know these words? he thought as he impatiently turned the TV to a telenovela he could follow.

“Well, you could help me out with that. Say I have years of experience in your field.”

Peter thought about it. It wasn’t a half bad idea. Alejandro wasn’t like all those other wetbacks. He actually had a brain.

“Let me think about it.”

“Are you sure? Come on, you know me well enough. I can do this job as well as…well, a lot of guys.”

“Okay. Let’s do this thing.”

“Really??” Alejandro was beaming.

“Yes,” Peter said, happy to make Alejandro so happy. “But under one condition. You have to help me get the pool party ready. We need to do some fucking celebrating.”

“I couldn’t have put it better myself.” Alejandro smiled.

Peter spent all of Sunday putting together a fake resume for Alejandro. He gave him an Ivy League background. Called a few people and called in a few favors so people could act as false references if need be. Alejandro came over Sunday night to go over the job details for the following week. As a personal assistant, Alejandro would assist both at home and at work. He would be at Peter’s beckoned call. This was the stipulation that came with the job. It was important and prestigious and would pay a far more handsome salary than pool boy. Alejandro had to earn it.

“What about clothes? I don’t have many nice ones.”

“That’s not MY problem.” Peter said, annoyed. Jeez, am I not doing enough for this guy already?

“I mean, I just want to make you look good. Can I borrow some outfits? Until I get that first paycheck? Come on, we’re colleagues here,” he said convincingly.

“Alright, alright. Right this way.” Peter helped Alejandro into some of his outfits and they checked him out in the mirror.

“Do you want to try my clothes on while we’re at it?” Alejandro smiled.

Peter scoffed. “Yeah, right. Those jeans are ripped up and covered with paint. Not to mention the sweat stained old polo shirt that quite frankly smells.”

“Come on. Just do it. For me. I want to see what you look like.”

“Ah, what the hell. I am curious myself.” Peter undressed in front of Alejandro without a second thought.

“Nice package. Didn’t know you wore boxer briefs.”

“Yeah, you like that? Check this out.” Peter got into Alejandro’s clothes. They walked over to the full length mirror in the bathroom, which was quite spacious.

“Fuck, if no one knew us they’d say you were the big shot of the house and I was the servant.” The two of them certainly looked that part. Their mirror images suggested Peter was some uncouth laborer and Alejandro was the refined owner of a palatial mansion.

“I think that’ll be good. Let me try on some other outfits. Bring me the blue suit. Over there.”

Peter obliged. After Alejandro had taken 20 of Peter’s best suits, he had Peter bring them to his car while he talked to someone on his cel phone. Alejandro must be a popular guy, Peter thought.

“I gotta go. I’ll be there bright and early tomorrow morning so you can introduce me to the staff. And uh, you can keep those,” Alejandro said happily, getting in Peter’s expensive sports car. Peter didn’t even give this a second thought. He walked back inside and looked at himself in the mirror with his torn jeans and faded, sweat stained polo shirt. Yeah, I look like a real stud in these, real workin man. Man, I should work out in these. I bet I’d look super hot. Peter had a club membership but he also had some weights he’d put in the garage. He walked there with a cocky walk and took off his sweaty shirt and lifted weights for about an hour. He checked himself out in the mirrors back in the house. He couldn’t help himself. He started thinking about the gym and all the guys that worked out there and what a testosterone fest it was. Fuck yeah! Peter whacked off numerous times, disgustingly wiping his cum off on the ripped up jeans. He passed out with a Don Equis in his hands.

He woke up the next morning with a huge headache. He had to take the pickup truck to work since Alejandro had borrowed his car. Whatever, he thought. Long as it gets me there.

He got to work. Alejandro was there waiting for him. He looked much better in a suit, that was for sure.

Peter introduced him as his new assistant to everyone, and there was more than one shocked reaction. Maybe there’s just surprised to see a Hispanic guy in the office for a change, he reasoned.

Going through the day’s procedures was difficult. He had to show Alejandro the ropes as well as do his own job, which was very difficult with his headache.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the mirror at home, admiring his tan. The week seemed to float by. Alejandro soon became known as the new go getter around the office and people took to him quite well. Peter could be proud of his choice of adding Alejandro to the staff.

On day five, Peter found himself near the park around the corner, taking a cigarette break when Alejandro approached him.

“Boss, you’re needed inside. What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m taking a break!”

“You already had lunch. And after that presentation, I think everyone wants you to say something.”

“What are you talking about?”

"The presentation you gave. You just muttered half of it, and stood there like you’d never done it before. And quite frankly, it was really uncomfortable to watch. Look, I only say this because we’re friends, but people really need to be reassured here.

“I don’t…was it really that bad? My life ees so difficult, choo know?”

Alejandro smiled warmly. “I do know. I know you work so hard for what you have. I hate to see you toss it away.”

“Geez, I didn’t know it was that muy mal.”

“Look, why don’t you go home early? It looks like you really need it. I’ll handle the rest of the accounts for the day.”

“The way you’re speaking. It’s so…did you change your hair recently? There’s something about you that’s different.” Peter didn’t realize that their vocalizations had slowly been switching all week long. Peter had now developed a slight Hispanic accent and Alejandro’s accent was a completely American one.

“There’s nothing wrong with my voice and no, I haven’t made any changes. But thank you for noticing how good I look,” Alejandro cupped Peter’s chin in his hand gently, affectionately. “Now you run on home and get dinner started. I’ll take care of those accounts. No matter how delicate they are, I think I can handle it.”

It took me years to learn how to do this job, Peter thought sourly. But he’s right. He remembered the presentation now and the confused look on people’s faces.

“Oh, and can I have me the keys to the car, por favor?”

“What are you talking about baby? You gave it to me? And I gave you my pickup?”

“Si, but…I like mi car. Ees so pretty.”

“Look, Peter, go home. I have a lot of work to do,” Alejandro said, sternly.

Peter felt ashamed of all the work he was making Alejandro do for him. He obliged and took the pickup back home. But once he got there he just didn’t feel right. He did some vacuuming and that made him feel better. He did some sweeping outside but he felt that there was so much to do he didn’t have time for all of it. He did some dusting and even scooped the leaves out of the pool. He admired his reflection and all of his newly tanned muscles.

That night Alejandro came home agitated but got in a better mood when Peter proudly showed him all the work he had been doing. Starting with dinner, he fussed over Alejandro’s napkin and presented him with the roast that he had made himself, followed with some spicy Mexican side dishes which Alejandro praised.

“Your mole sauce is excellent.”

“And that’s not all.” Peter showed him all the work he’d done around the house and yard. He beamed as Alejandro took it all in.

“That’s very good. I’m proud of you, Peter. Thank you.” He reached over and embraced Peter and began kissing Peter’s neck. “I’m very thankful for everything you’ve given me.”

Before Peter knew what he was doing, he was on his knees. He was dressed in the ripped up jeans and soiled shirt that Alejandro had brought over for him to wear.

“YEAH, SUCK MY COCK YOU LITTLE WETBACK!” Alejandro roared as he shoved his beautiful smooth cock into Peter’s eager mouth. Peter loved it when Alejandro got this turned on by him. It had always been so hot between them.

Alejandro came buckets inside Peter’s mouth. The taste of cum was unfamiliar to him for some reason, even though he remembered liking it a whole lot. He swallowed every drop like a good boy, which Alejandro kept calling him. Good Boy.

After a long passionate lovemaking session where Alejandro licked his muscles and ass and then introduced his waiting ass to his plump eager cock, which just couldn’t get enough, Peter was in heaven. He grunted for an hour as Alejandro thrust inside him, repeatedly.

“Baby, that was great. Run me a shower, would you? I had such a hellish day at the office, that was just what I needed.”

Alejandro then commanded that Peter follow him in the shower so they could fondle each other a little bit more. Then they came into the living room. Peter turned on a telenovela while Alejandro did statistical analysis.

“Baby, you know I hate this shit. Turn it to something else.” Alejandro took the remote control and turned it to a legal thriller. Peter couldn’t understand the plot but the guys were all hot. He tried to snuggle up to Alejandro, but he was too wrapped up in his work to notice.

Alejandro gave him a written list then.

“This is a list of all the things you need to do tomorrow. Do every single one of them. You understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter said playfully. They kissed for a little while longer.

“Alright. I’m going to bed. You coming?”

They spent the night together in what Peter thought was his bed. But no, that wasn’t right. It was Alejandro’s bed. He had a dream that night that he was in his office doing important work when some people came in and told him to get the hell out. He was to move some boxes downstairs. Then he found himself in a room where Alejandro was at his desk. Doing his work. He didn’t work there anymore.

In his dream, he went back home with Alejandro driving him in HIS sports car. But no, it was never really his. Alejandro let him drive it sometimes. As a reward for doing such a good job.

The next morning he was groggy and Alejandro was already dressed.

“Gotta go, baby. I have things to do. I’ll meet you in the park later after your list is done.”

“But wait, I have to do the work. For the accounts. The project for la energia.”

“I think maybe you were dreaming,” Alejandro said condescendingly. “I do the accounts around here. Now you get to work and make me happy.”

As Alejandro left Peter thought it was funny that he had brown hair. But no, his lover had always had brown hair. Hadn’t he?

That day Peter busily called the caterers, picked up the food, cleaned the rest of the pool, set the tables, swept some more, and set up the music and drinks. Everything looked perfect. Guests would not arrive until that evening so he drove his pickup over to meet Alejandro at the park. His lover was waiting on the bench they met. Wait, was that right? Didn’t he meet Alejandro…when he HIRED HIM???

He was the one in charge, not him! And he didn’t even look the same!

“Hi, lover. Come and sit down.” Alejandro took a drag off his cigarette.

“Alejandro? What da hell ees going on here? Why do you look white? Why am I doing what choo want me to?”

The man laughed. “Alejandro? Do I look like an Alejandro to you? My name is Alex Moore you fucking dipshit and don’t you fucking forget it. Do you have any idea who I am? Well, no, you’re confused.” He smiled cruelly and took a drag, exhaled sexily. “You see, you gave me your life. I’m now cultured, white, and affluent. I have all of your skills and you have all of mine. And I deserve it. Because I’m better.”

“No…zees cannot be happening!”

"Oh you’ll get used to it. You’re remembering only what I want you to. I wanted to see the look on your face. Sorry. I just couldn’t resist. “What’s your name?”

“Mi llamo es…Peter Sanders.”

“WRONG! Your name is Pablo Suarez. Look at your license if you don’t believe me.”

Pablo looked through his wallet. Mexican ID, California driver’s license…no. “I have someone else’s wallet.”

“Look at your hands, dummy.”

Pablo looked at horror at his brown hands. “No es possible! I mean, it isn’t possible!”

“Anything’s possible, if you know how. Now look, you are my boy toy and I intend on taking good care of you. But you have to play your part. After you named me your successor a lot of people were taken by surprise so we have to put on a good show tonight. But don’t tell them you’re my boyfriend. I don’t want them to think less of me. Mmmm. Even though you are quite the treat now. I like you with a tan.” Alex started grazing his neck and fondling him…in a public park. They kissed a few times.

“Now let’s go home. You can follow me.”

The party that night was both fun filled and elegant. Alex introduced his “friend” and manservant, Pablo. People loved Pablo. He was so fun loving. And Alex was gracious and not at all like the arrogant Peter. When Peter had introduced him hastily to all his bosses, they were blown away. They didn’t expect him to be just as good as Peter so soon! But he picked up everything so nicely. Of course, what other people saw was what Alex wanted them to see; a glamor to make them both look white until the actual physical transformations were complete. Now they had switched and it was real.

Alex did have a cocky side to him and he flirted with several of the men in the office whose heads he had turned all week long. He swaggered over to Pablo, who was trying to understand all of the conversations taking place. He wasn’t quite as fluent as Alejandro had been in English so it was a little bit harder for him to follow.

“I think you should serve drinks now. Ask anyone if they need a refresher.”

For a brief instant, the old Peter surfaced and hesitated, and said “This is mine,���

“It was yours. You gave this house to me. Now go get me a beer.” He smacked Pablo on the butt playfully and swaggered over to a bunch of rich financial and office minded people who he related to.

That night after everyone went home, Pablo knew what his role would be from now on. He situated himself in a position on the couch and waited for Alex to come in.

“Well well. Hello, Pablo.”

“Hello, Meester Alex.”

“And have you been a good boy this week?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Pablo, get over here,” Alex took out his cock. Pablo lovingly licked his boss’ cock.

“Mmmm, that’s right, boy. Take it all in.”

Pablo worked so hard to please Alex sexually that night. He was every part of the boy toy that Alex wanted him to be.

“Do you ever wish things could be different and you could do my job instead of yours?” Alex asked him.

“Que? No, baby. I’m happy with everything jus’ the way it is.” They kissed. Alex smiled proudly at his boy.

He finally had everything he wanted.

[m2minyourshoes]

Alexa

“What do you mean you forgot your passport?!” asked Simon through his phone. “I don’t know dude; I was sure I had it but I can’t find it anywhere. Can you go and check in my room if I didn’t put it on my desk or somewhere else, please?” “Alright, I’m on my way, but dude, really, you have to be more careful!”

Simon and Michael had been roommates for almost four years now. They’ve been paired together in their first year of Uni and since they were getting along pretty well and their shared bedroom was pretty small, they decided to look for an apartment together. Things turned out great and they’ve shared the same apartment since then.

When they met, Simon was pretty shy and not confident in himself, but thanks to Michael, he really outed himself in the world and finally found the courage to live fully, resulting in him getting into gym, taking care of himself and make some friend along the ways. And he even managed to find someone he found attractive. They just started dating a few weeks ago and hopefully, he would manage to bring his love interest home while Michael was away.

Michael has always been the more outgoing of them both. Always chatting and laughing with everyone, his big dumb smile plastered on his face, letting his perfect white teeth shine and illuminate his face. Sure, Michael wasn’t the brightest student and even though he preferred working out then spending his evening studying, he still did everything he could to succeed in his studies and at his part job as a barman and still manage to have some free time to play video game, practice sports and most of all, play with the parameters of his Alexa.

When Michael saw that ad for Alexa a couple of years ago, he fell in love with the concept. The first thing he did when they both get the apartment, put Alexa everywhere in the house.

Simon was a bit skeptical about this Artificial Intelligence listening to them all the time but Michael was so happy. Michael couldn’t stop having fun with his new toy. Alexa put the volume up, Alexa light up the kitchen. Alexa add ketchup on the groceries list. As time passed, Simon got used to it and didn’t even realize it was there anymore.

“Ok dude, I’m in your bedroom. Dammn you could have clean up a bit, for fuck’s sake, there are dirty underwear and socks everywhere! Gross!”

“Sorry bro, was in a bit of a hurry, I thought my flight was tomorrow, not today! Listen, my passport should be somewhere around my desk, I remember taking it out and putting it on my desk to finish my bag. Look around if it’s not there please.” “Okay, hold on, putting the speakers on” Simon said as he clicked on the button to activate it and push the volume all the way up before putting his phone on the desk. “You sure you’ve put it there. I can’t find it anywhere dude!” “Yes I am! It must be somewhere around, take a look on my night stole.” Michael said half listening to what his friend was saying as he was stressed and still searching for it in his backpack. VOICE DETECTED

“Bro, I can’t find it anywhere. I don’t know where you’ve pu… What the Fuck? What was that?” said Simon not understanding where the voice was coming from. “Dude, did you just say something?” Simon asked again to Michael waiting for an answer. INCORRECT VOICEPRINT DETECTED… STARTING INTRUDER PROTOCOL As Simon heard this voice again, he heard a Bipping sound coming from Michael’s computer. Suddenly the screens lighted up with a weird looking graphic on it. Simon tried to understand what was happening still asking if all of this was a prank from Michael. “Dude, can you hear me? I don’t know what you are up to but it’s not funny. You know what? Fuck you, I’m out of here!” said Simon as he started walking out of the messy bedroom. “Bro, I know maybe it’s in the closet!” answered Michael not listening to what his bro was saying and still looking for it in his suitcase.

All of a sudden, Simon felt something grabbing his right ankle. He tilted his head only to realize his foot was stuck in some kind of a cable knot. He smiled a bit thinking all of this situation was getting on his nerves but as a shy laugh escaped his mouth, the knot got tighter on its own and another cable threw itself to Simon left ankle. Then they started pulling him. Simon fell on his butt right on a pile of dirty jockstrap and used socks. Then the cables resumed their pulling. Simon tried to resist but it wasn’t working. “Michael, Help!!” he screamed loud and clear but Michael had put his phone away as he was asking about his passport to his family. “HELP ME!!” screamed once again Simon as he was dragged on the dirty floor. Then it all stopped. He was not moving anymore. His ankles were still tied to the cables and as he tried to get back up he heard a whipping sound as he only had time to turn his head. There, two new cables grabbed his wrists and tied them up too before spreading them apart, resulting in Simon being hold down against his will in the middle of Michael dirty bedroom floor.

“Michael, help me!” screamed once again Simon and this time Michael answered just as the voice started talking again. INTRUDER NEUTRALIZED… WAITING APPROVAL TO START INTRUDER PROTECTION PROGRAM...

“YES!” Screamed Michael from afar. “I knew I had packed it!” Michael’s voice got louder as he got his phone back to his ear “Sorry bro, I’ve found it! My mom was keeping it and didn’t tell me. Sorry! I’ll catch you in a month after my family trip. I’ll grab you something from Disney World bro’. See you!” and with that, Michael hung up on Simon. MASTER4S VOICE DETECTED… STARTING PROTOCOLS IN 3…2…1… Simon was terrified. He couldn’t move and now his only hope, Michael, just hung up on him. As he realizes he’ll have to find a way to free himself on his own, the cable started to tense again and he felt his limbs starting to get pulled a bit more until his legs and arms were outstretched. Now he couldn’t move at all anymore. STARTING SCANNING AND BACK UP PROTOCOL… Simon was laying there, immobile and jerking as much as he could with the hope that it’ll untie one of the knots when he saw a new cable starting to move on its own. It started to undulate on the floor in Simon’s direction and as it got near his head, it floated in the air above him. There it stood just long enough for Simon to have the time to look at it. It was different then the ones holding him down. This one had a device plugged in it. It looked like something to scan. And as Simon was thinking about that, the device turned itself on and lightened Simon’s body in a blue hue. Going from the tip of his feet to his head. As it goes along, Simon saw a weird blue holographic square pattern being projected on him. “What the fuck is all of this, thought Simon” when the device just finished its work. INTRUDER SCAN FINISHED… SAVING OF THE DATAS… DATAS SAVED… RESUMING PROTOCOL…

Simon heard again. Suddenly, the scanning device lighted up again, but this time it was not a blue light. This time it was red. It started going all over his body again but Simon felt like something was heating all around him. As he felt this weird but not painful sensation, he realized he was feeling something on his right ankle. He got his head up only to realize everywhere the red light was touching, his clothes were getting disintegrated. His socks and brand-new Air force were already gone and now he watched as his favorite pair of jeans was getting destroyed right in front of his eyes. Simon screamed and moved as much as he could in every direction he could, hopping to stop all of this but it was not working. Worst, the voice started again. INTRUDER NOT STANDING STILL, SPEEDING UP PROCESS BY 50% Simon watched in fear as he felt his whole body getting naked way faster. With the blink of an eye, Simon was standing there, tied up and naked on the floor. “Please, make it stop, I’m Michael’s roommates. I’m not an intruder, I live here” Simon tried to talk with Alexa but the only thing he heard as an answer was something that froze him up in terror. VOICEPRINT INCORRECT… RESUMING PROTOCOL IN 3…2…1…

As he heard those words, he saw new cables flying all around from every corner of the room. They were like snakes ready to bite him to death and the only ting he could do as he saw them freezing in place waiting for the orders, was close his eyes as tears were building up on his cheeks.

Suddenly, all the cables jumped on his body. He felt them plugging themselves in his biceps, his forearms, his pecs, abs and his legs. He even felt some getting plugged in his fingers and in his soles. Simon was in excruciating pain. It was like he was getting stabbed all around his body all at once. Just as we about to faint, he heard the voice again. MODIFICATION PROCESS STARTING IN 3…2…1…

Simon felt all the cables attached in him starting to vibrate stronger and stronger. It was like his whole body was getting shaked all around. His nerves were on fire and he felt like he was about to be torn apart. Tears of pain were running on his cheeks as all of a sudden, he felt an electricity shock inside of his body. He was in such pain that he couldn’t even find the strength to turn his head around to take a look at what was happening to him now.

Just before Michael left for his family vacation, he got a notification on his amazon account saying that a new version of Alexa was available. Michael being Michael, he jumped on the occasion and upgraded it right away without taking much of attention to what was modified. The only new feature he was interested in was the “Intruder Protection program” and its assimilation feature. Cool, he thought, just before leaving for a month this new version is released. What a perfect timing! Once the download was done, Alexa needed information to register who was welcome and who was consider an intruder. Michael did so and just as he finished to enter his information and was about to enter Simon’s one, Alexa reminded him that his flight was leaving in 4 hours. Surprised, Michael jumped out of his desk and put as much stuff as he could in his backpack and his suitcase then leaving in a hurry to meet his family at the airport, not realizing he never entered Simon’s information in Alexa’s data base.

Simon was frozen in pain on the dirty floor as he felt his bones cracking and getting compressed on themselves. He heard cracking everywhere and at some point, he thought that maybe all of this was a nightmare and he was about to wake up. But what woke him up from this thought was the excruciating pain he felt in his foots. Simon felt as his 39-size foot started to grow longer and longer until he was now a 45 and a half. The pain was awful. He fell as his toes were getting longer and more articulate. It felt like he ha more movement in them then before. Then the same happened with his hands and it was too much for Simon’s pain tolerance. As he fainted form the pain. The changes didn’t stop. Once the bones were done being modified, Simon’s muscles were next. All his muscles entered in a vibration state. All of them were getting bigger and bigger until his previous slim athletic frame was no more. Now in its place was the body of a gym god. All his muscles were bulging in every direction. Once the muscles were done, the vibration started on his head. His nose was the first one to broke in pieces before being remolded in a bigger version not as slim as before. Then the same happened with his chin and his brows. Once the bones were done, the muscles on his faces started to vibrate too, resulting in his face getting a more angular and jockish kind of face.

Then the scanning device came back to life and started scanning Simon’s fainted body with a green light. Every inch of skin touched by the light started to tan a healthy golden shade. Once done the device turned a yellow light and went to particular zones. The legs, the armpits, the head and most important the pubis. There, it started to light up and stood immobile on the skin until a certain dedicated number of hairs had sprouted. Resulting in Simon’s body getting slightly hairy legs, hairless chest, hairless face except for the hair and brows, hairy armpits and most important, hairy curly brown pubes. When all the hair had been scanned, the device got back on Simon’s head and stood on its eyes. This time, the device lighted up a purple hue. Unbeknown to Simon, his blue grayish eyes started to getting modified and changed until they were a warm brown color.

The scanning device turned off and fell next to Simon’s head only to be replaced by another cable with a weird apparel in its end. It looked like some tube. The cable started to undulate to Simon’s crotch and then out of nowhere jumped on his 5 inches cock and grape size balls. Alexa spoke again. LOADING BACKED UP DATAS…

The device started to suck harder and harder and suddenly, Simon’s cut cock started to grow and got hard. It was getting bigger and bigger inside the tube until it was now an 8.5 inches uncut cock with huge testicles. GENITALS MODIFIED… The device detached itself and fell just between his legs.

Simon’s body stood there immobile for a couple of seconds before he slowly opened his eyes back. The first thing he saw was two huge pecs in front of his sight. He screamed and turned his head to the right and the left watching as his arms too were huge now. “WHAT THE FUCK!” he screamed out of his lungs but the only reaction he got was another notification from Alexa. BODY MODIFICATION PROTOCOL COMPLETE… STARTING THE ASSIMILATION PROTOCOL IN 3… 2… 1… Simon watched in fear as a new cable appeared in his sight. This one being not different from the other that plugged themselves in his body. But as he was looking at it, he realized it was standing right between his eyes and that’s when he understood what Alexa had just said. “No, Alexa stop! STOOOO…” The cable jumped right in the middle of Simon’s eyes and plugged itself directly in his brain. For Simon, it was like a switch just turned off. He was still feeling everything but he couldn’t move anymore. It was like he was not there anymore and for a second, he thought he might have died there. Then he heard it again. Alexa’s voice. But this time it was different then before. It was like it was way clearer and way louder. It was like it was directly in his brain. SAVING AND DUPLICATING INTRUDER’S INFORMATION Simon felt like something was off. He felt like he was getting scanned just like before but this time it was deep. Then all of a sudden, he felt himself falling in darkness. It was like he was falling in an endless pit of obscurity and he couldn’t get a grip on anything to stop his fall. Then he heard it again. INTRUDER’S INFORMATION SCANNED AND SAVED… STARTING ASSIMILATION… Simon stood there in darkness hearing what Alexa was saying but couldn’t move or react. He was there, frozen in time and floating in a dark place. Suddenly, right in front of him, he saw a bright light. It was intense and warming. But at the same time weird and intriguing. From all around, he saw movie clips floating in its direction, getting merged together in it, making it growing bigger and stronger. Simon stood there, floating and forced to watch the movie clips until one caught his attention. It was one of himself and Michael playing some Mario Kart game. Simon remembered perfectly this night because it was at this moment he realized Michael was a true friend and he was happy and thankful to have him in his life. But it was weird because in his memories, it wasn’t like that. He was on the right side of the sofa and not the left. It was like the memory was mirrored. And that’s when he realized. “Wait why do I watch myself playing Mario kart in this clip. I should be looking at Michael, not myself!” Simon panicked and tried to find another one, and saw as once again, he was looking at himself in front of his eyes, not Michael. Now he understood. Simon was not looking at his memories, but Michael’s ones. “ALEXA STOP, PLEASE!” Simon screamed but nothing happened. Instead, more and more movie clips merged in front of his eyes until the last one was one of Michael downloading the new version of Alexa called “Intruder Protection program” in his room. Simon screamed as loud as he could only to be cut short by Alexa once again. ASSIMILATION DONE… In the outside world, all the cables unplugged themselves and unknotted from his ankles and wrists. Simon’s body stood there, sweaty and naked on the dirty floor for a couple of seconds before Alexa talked one more time.

INTRUDER PROTECTION PROGRAM TERMINATED… CAN I DO SOMETHING FOR YOU MICHAEL? Michael opened his eyes and Simon watched, trapped inside his own brain as his body was betraying him. He felt everything but couldn’t move anymore. He felt as his body started to blink before opening his mouth and saying in a deeper voice mimicking in all point Michael’s one. “Nah bro! I’m good. Thanks Alexa!” With that, Michael’s body started to get up and realized he was naked, and worst, he was getting excited watching himself in his mirror. “Well, guess I have to take care of you, he said gripping his huge veinous cock before spitting on it and getting to it. Simon was in hell. He was feeling everything and couldn’t do anything to stop his body and this new Michael personality to stop it. Then he felt his body tense up and ready to explode. He grabbed one of the dirty underwear on the floor and smelled it. He laughed a bit saying “Noice” and finished himself in it before sitting on the bed, the dirty jockstrap still stuck between his calloused hand and his still hard cock. The new Michael closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep. TIME TO WAKE UP MASTER, IT’S 8AM, YOU GONNA BE LATE… Michael woke up with his dick still tucked inside the crusty jockstrap. He got up and looked what time it was before thanking Alexa. He looked around his bedroom to see what he was about to wear only after 2 minutes running naked that he still has the jockstrap stuck to his cock. He laughed and grabbed it before putting it on. He then jumped in a cargo short and a pair of Nike well used socks before putting on a red and white tank top and his favorite necklace.

As Michael got out of his bedroom, he screamed in the house. “Simon Bro, gonna be late, I’ll see you tonight!” before leaving, never realizing that Simon was in fact stuck in his own head screaming for this nightmare to stop and for him to be freed. As Michael closed the door and jumped in his car, Alexa started again. MICHAEL OUT OF HOUSE… STARTING INTRUDER PROTECTION PROGRAM…

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Hey guys :) Here is a story I wrote for @just-a-jock as part of our story exchange. If you don't know him, go check his stories out because they are really hot and qualitative :D As always, let me know what you thought about this piece and feel free to send me messages to talk about it if you want :) Untill then, Have a nice (and spooky) day!

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Suck For The Semester Part 2

Elton:

“Mhmmmm… it’s so good waking up in this body!”

I almost thought it was all a dream until I realized I was still at Peter’s place.

Last night, was a bit of a sexual adventure…

Meaning I explored every part of this body and just about all of Peter’s clothes.

Call it what you want but this is my body for awhile and I’m going to enjoy it.

It started out with his hairy armpits…

The smell of musk and faint deodorant got me rock hard. And all of the hair!

His pits are hairy, Peter’s legs are hairy, even his cute butt has beautiful brown hair on it.

I found it all to be so arousing…

I spent hours building up his stamina. Edging so close and stopping myself from finishing…

By the end I was throbbing so hard… I took his big smelly foot and it right up to his face.

Smelling it as I took only a few strokes… as soon as I busted I placed his foot right underneath just so I could lick off.

It was sooo much… I was covered in Peter’s seed.

But now this morning, I have a couple of hours before class…

Might as well wank one out before I have to get ready.

I pull Peter’s covers up to see his morning wood sprung at full attention.

Peter’s junk is so beautiful to me. His brown hair from his stomach trails into his pubic hair which is also brown.

His d^ck is long and tan with a pink head along with two tan hairy balls….

I look down at it gazing at the borrowed junk I now possessed.

I just know Peter would lose it if he knew what I’m doing with his body.

I wouldn’t care if he foiled around in mine, hell that would be kinda hot.

Watching him navigate my junk….

I’m feeling all hot now and I know I have to keep this quick.

I start pumping away and it sounds so sexy making Peter’s voice make these little moans.

I imagine how he would actually sound in bed. Just grunts and “babe this babe that.”

Well this new Peter lets out moans and wants to feel a d%ck inside of him.

That’s right, I’m gonna break Peter’s guy cherry!

I pumped faster and faster at the thought of getting railed in this body.

I could have some hot closeted jock or any good looking gay guy on campus.

Maybe I should upload some photos on a an app…

“Oh god!”

I look down at Peters toes and I tighten them.

It’s coming….

Peter’s load gets all over his chest. I take his finger and take the little amount from his tip.

I rub it on his lips before licking it off.

“He even tastes good,” I say laying back.

Peter:

I really don’t want to start this day… especially knowing I’m going to have to pretend to be Elton.

I don’t even know what he does for fun or who he’s friend with…

All I can gather from his room is the absurd amount of legos and video games.

He doesn’t keep any booze in the place…

But I did find one thing that made the night easier. Elton’s pot stash.

I really didn’t take him as a smoker but it did the job.

I was zooted playing video games until I eventually crashed into his bed.

It felt strange sleeping in a strangers bed. It’s not a bad bed but something felt so uncomfortable to me.

Probably because it’s Elton.

I remember stripping off his clothes…

His body was responding in such a way that I felt extremely turned on?

Not by him or his body… I don’t know… I was all of the sudden hard.

I tried to ignore it…. I ended up falling asleep but now it’s back.

I’m going to have to come to terms with it.

I just don’t know how I feel about jerking off with some other guy’s junk.

I stare at it… it’s standing a full attention. His dick isn’t bad. Not as long as mine and it’s pale.

The crazy thing is just how sensitive it is to the touch. I rolled over in bed and the feeling of friction sent shocks through me.

I’m trying my best not to touch it…

My eyes focus down to Elton’s feet.

Somehow my eyes couldn’t stop looking at them. It’s like I’m turned on by them.

Wait no! I am turned on by them!! Does Elton have some weird foot fetish thing?

OH NO! DOES THAT MEAN I NOW HAVE IT?!?

I tired moving out of bed but his boner was becoming impossible…

I have to get rid of it. And theirs only one way.

I closed my eyes trying to pretend I was back in my body.

I reached down and grab on to it… and holy sh^t!

It felt like electricity going through me!

I keep going…

And it feels amazing… I can’t believe just how good it feels…

I pump faster and faster…

My mind starts to travel when my own body comes to mind. My legs… my feet… my hands… even my armpits… I’ve always been so embarrassed by them. But why?

I’m an attractive guy and have nothing to be ashamed about… if anything my hairy armpits are… kinda hot.

I picture myself in my bed fondling my junk.

That set me over the edge.

I feel Elton’s body convulse from pleasure.

Then I exploded making a mess everywhere.

I laid in his bed soaked and feeling embarrassed. No one can ever know about this.

That’s when it hit me… I just jerked off to the thought of my own body?!?

Wtf?!?

I’m not gay… I’m uhhh well… right now I’m not so sure…

I get out of bed and grabbed Elton’s phone to see what time it is…

But instead I saw something I wasn’t expecting— a text from the administration.

“Due to a mass covid outbreak, the campus will be shutting down. Classes will continue next week online.”

Wait, what does that mean? Like the entire semester?!

I go to check Elton’s email and sure enough our professor sent us something…

I skipped through it until I got to one part that turned my stomach.

“Due to the nature of the covid outbreak, the swap experiment will be extended until the end of the semester or when classes return to campus….”

WHAT?!? YOU MEAN IM STUCK LIKE THIS FOR MONTHS?!!?

Oh god… this is going to be awful!

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Just brought these off of ebay...

I wonder who I could be about to become??

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Does anyone have VV5's Signing Up For An Experiment series on reblog??

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Story Request: The Spy Who Lost His Body

Dan:

My name is Daniel Smith but most in the agency know me as Special Agent S.

You see I’m an international spy trained to collect information. But what I do is very different from most field agents. You see my mission require me to live somebody else life in order to obtain what I need.

How does it work? Well with our sophisticated technology, all I have to is lay down in this locked room while my mind is transferred with target.

While I’m off on my mission, my body is monitored by security just to make sure who’s ever in it doesn’t try anything. It also helps that I take a sedative right before—

Today’s mission: James O’Reilly, a wealthy man hosting a dinner party in downtown Dallas.

Although he’s not the main person we are planning to collect information about his business partner.

So here we go! I laid down in the bed, took my sedative, and closed my eyes.

The next moment I wake up I’ll be James O’Reilly—

I opened up my eyes and looked down.

First, thing I saw was feet.

But somethings seemed off— they’re definitely a guys feet but James is in 40s…

I look down at my hands and they youthful.

I looked around the room, it wasn’t something I’d expect for an adult man but more for a college aged boy.

Posters were hung up of bands, a pile of clothes were in the corner of the room.

I searched everywhere for a mirror. And finally came across one.

Staring back at me was a boy probably in his 20s. I started to panic! This isn’t supposed to happen.

It’s never happened before and we don’t have a protocol for mixed up swaps.

I guess the first thing I need to figure out is who’s body I’m currently in.

That’s when I hear a knock at the door.

“Fray, can I come in?”

“Uh sure!”

Well there’s a start! The kids name is Fray.

That’s when a handsome gentlemen in suit a-tire walks in. And all I could do was stare in horror.

The man in front of me was James O’Reilly!

“Son, are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost!”

“Uh, yeah I’m okay dad.” The words rolled off my tongue as it registered— I’m in James’ son’s body.

“Well I’m about to leave for the party do you need anything before I go?”

“Uh nope! All good! Just going to have a really calm night. Nothings unusual here.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? Your face is pale.”

“Yeah I’m good probably just need to eat something.”

“Okay, well I left some cash downstairs if you want to pick something up. I’ll be home late tonight so don’t wait up for me.”

With that James gave me a hug and walked out the door.

Unsure of what to do I realized that I didn’t have a number to call nor could I go back to HQ. It’s on the other side of the country.

I’m stuck here until headquarters swaps us back.

I opened up fray’s wallet and looked at his license. He’s 20 years old and his full name is Francis.

I guess Fray must be a nickname.

I checked the clock, I have about 10 hours until the scheduled swap back happens.

I probably should just relax, sides I haven’t taken a break from a mission in awhile. And it wouldn’t make sense for me to show up as James’ son to the party.

I laid back in Fray’s bed and my eyes kept going back to his feet.

They were surprisingly huge for his frame. And I wasn’t sure what it was about them but I liked them.

His toes were long and well kept. His soles were smooth. Oh god, I think I’m getting turned on by this.

I brought his left foot up to my noise and smelled it. I can tell he hasn’t bathed today.

I pull down the pajamas I had on and was by the size of his dick. It’s huge!

It looks almost odd compared to his frame.

I started stroking it and it felt so sensitive. I’m a good way.

I let out a soft moan. Mhmmm it feels so good…

It’s so dirty and wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this in his sons body but his feet.. his slim chest… and his giant monster… oh— I’m getting close!

I bite my lip and my eyes roll to the back of my head. And I exploded all over Fray’s chest.

I was covered in it and had a dirtier thought come to mind. I take some of his juices and put it on his left sole.

I licked every last drop.

I laid back again thinking about what I just did in Fray’s body. I felt some guilt but at the same time I couldn’t wait to do it again.

That’s when I see his phone light up, someone named Thomas was calling.

I hesitated to answer it but went for it anyways.

“Hello?”

“Hey! I’m the way, should be there in 10. Have you figured out what movie we should watch?”

“Uh, not yet.”

“That’s okay I’ll be there soon, we can pick one out together. Don’t forget we still need to get some of school work done. ”

“Oh okay, I’ll see you soon then.”

“Bet! See you soon!”

Crap! His friend is coming over, I need to get dressed quick!

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The Spy Who Lost His Body Pt. 2

Dan:

The shower here is lovely! I took one as quick as I could just before Fray’s friend got here.

God, it took all of my energy not to play with myself again.

It’s almost hard to stay on track especially with these big feet—

But I need to get dressed. I have to keep up this bodies life just to keep suspicion away.

I put on a shirt and a pair of jeans. Thought it looked like something Fray would wear.

At least I assume since I’ve never met the kid.

That’s when I get a text from Thomas.

“Here!”

I head to the front door and was greeted by a handsome guy around Fray’s age. He had bushy brown hair and beautiful eyes once you could see past his locks.

“Hey! Are you going to invite me in haha?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry come on in!”

Geez, I’m like a teenager all over again. This is crazy, why am I getting so turned on?

I guess Fray had a crush on him?

“Wow! Your place is amazing! Just you and your dad?”

“Huh? Oh yeah just us!”

“Well I had a thought to run by you if that’s okay.”

“Sure!”

God, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was so hard to keep focus on what he was saying…

“Well I know we originally said a movie but I was thinking maybe we could chill by the beach.”

“Oh what beach?”

“The one in your back yard silly, your on lake front property haha.”

“Oh right!” I guess I haven’t really explored past Fray’s bedroom that much.

“So bathroom?”

“Yeah you can use mine”

I take Thomas to Fray’s bathroom and I hurried to find a bathing suit from Fray’s clothes.

Thomas came out of the bathroom and this time completely shirtless.

And boy did I like what I saw—

“Ready?”

“Yeah let’s go.”

You know I’ve been in hundreds of mens bodies hell even women but nothing has been as exciting or as challenging as being in a college aged boy’s body.

Especially one who’s hanging out with his potential crush.

Thomas asked me for a bottle of water before we headed down.

And his lips were so… kissable…

I wanted to kiss him so bad!

“Thanks for the water man!”

“Of course…”

We get down to the lake and it was beautiful. As expected with the money this family has.

They even had a set up with an umbrella for us to sit at.

I sat down on a towel and kept staring at Fray’s feet. They really are huge.

I wonder if Fray like them as much as I do.

That’s when Thomas started telling me stuff about his and Fray’s college class.

He couldn’t seem to sit down for a minute.

“Sunsets pretty right?”

“That’s not the only thing that pretty.”

“What?”

“Oh uh, nothing.”

“Fray, are you okay? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You can always tell me.”

I looked at his beautiful eyes and wanted to tell him everything. But I knew it would be too weird. And I’d obviously lose my job.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m never this off when it comes to work.

“It’s just that—”

And before I could finish the sentence he kissed me.

I was shocked at first.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to—”

That’s when I went back in and started kissing him. And we kept kissing.

His mouth tasted like peppermint. And I closed my eyes as he worked his way down my neck.

It was like nothing mattered in the world. The mission, my job, my real life. Not in this moment.

Right now I am Francis O’Reilly. The awkward son with big feet and a rich dad.

And this boy Thomas who I just met not only 2 hours ago was someone I wanted to be with.

I felt his soft lips work their way until he was at my chest.

That’s when I came back to reality. And I pulled back from him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No it’s not that, I like you a lot Thomas. Like a lot…”

“Oh uh so what is it?”

“It’s just that— it’s all too much for me.”

“ I get that…it’s like that for me too. We can always take it slow. How about a swim?”

I smirked at him. And he punched me in the arm.

“Look at you O’Reilly! Getting all emotional.”

“Ugh, I know so about this swim?

“Wanna race?”

“Oh you’re so on!”

We both rushed into the water. He beat me by a second! He started doing a victory dance in the water.

And I have to admit, it was adorable.

“Haha slow poke!”

I splashed him and then he splashed me back.

We played around for an hour in the lake.

After awhile we got out of the water and dried off.

Back inside we both changed into something a little more comfortable.

“So you wanna watch that movie?” I said to him.

“What about our homework?”

“It’s Friday we can do it tomorrow together.”

“Oh is that an invite back?”

“Maybe?”

We both grinned. And he rolled his eyes at me.

I popped some popcorn. And sat close to him on the couch.

I tried my best to pay attention to the movie but my focus kept coming back to him.

Especially his feet.

I wasn’t sure what it was with this body and feet. But they’re such a turn on. I guess Fray has a fetish? Who knows…

I must have made it too obvious because Thomas noticed me staring at them.

“Haha are you into feet?”

“What? No way!” I say punching him on the arm.

“It’s okay if you are I’m kinda into them to— you wanna give me a massage? Mine are killing me.”

I didn’t say a word, I just nodded my head.

Thomas plopped them on my lap. And they nearly hit the hard on growing in my pants.

I started massaging his souls and ran my fingers through his toes.

“Mhmmm you give a really good foot massage.”

“Haha thanks!”

I tickles his sole just a little bit which caused Thomas to have a spasm. 

“Hey!”

“Sorry couldn’t resist!”

That’s when he accidentally touched my boner with his foot. And I felt a rush go through me.

“Whoops, did I just—”

“You did. That’s okay I didn’t mind it.”

“Maybe, you could let me touch it on purpose sometime?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

After a few I sat his feet down and he laid on my chest. This time I started playing with his thick brown hair.

I loved the smell of it, it had to be some kind of conditioner. Either way, I couldn’t get enough of it.

He looks up at me and kisses me gently.

I really wish this wasn’t just a few hours. If only I could stay in this body longer…

After the movie, Thomas and I said good bye to each other.

I hugged him so hard knowing this will probably be the last time I’ll ever see him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

We kissed and I watched him walk to his car.

“Bye Thomas.” I say staring out the window.

God, what’s gotten over me?

Not an hour later did Mr. O’Reilly show back up.

I said good night to him and headed to Fray’s bed.

As I laid there, lightly fondling myself— I pondered about my life and Frays.

Thinking about just how much easier his life could be. Sigh, it’s back to work tomorrow.

The Next Morning…

I woke up thinking I’d be back at HQ but I’m not…I’m still at the O’Reilly’s. Which is odd?

“What the hell?”

I looked down at Fray’s hands confirming that I’m still him.

That’s when I hear a scream come from another room. A scream that sounded like Mr. O’Reilly…

I rush out of bed and headed his way…

Fray:

WHY AM I MY DAD?!??! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON??!??!

Stay tuned for Part 3…