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Swapped into the Himbo Next Door

I can't believe that meathead next door is being loud again. Keith moved in a year ago and its been nothing but loud music, yelling, parties, and loud moans from some guy he fucks (I assume with his Alpha demeanor).

I mean don't get me wrong he is gorgeous and if I had the chance I would sleep with him but his personality is complete trash. I am not sure how he affords the condo but his job must pay decent. Keith works at a warehouse doing stocking and odd jobs, which is great for someone who has his body. He often comes home and plays video games screaming about it, that it wakes me up. You know, typical 25 year old alpha jock who is horny all the time. There is sometimes he comes home only wearing his shorts, freeballing, from the gym and his musk is so amazing plus the show I get. He sometimes poses in the hall knowing I probably see him or others do. He has caught me checking him out a few times but I instantly turn away and try to hide my boner. I follow him on instagram and see the thirst traps he posts, his body looks amazing.

Now it may sound like I am boring but I am a job in marketing for a firm and I work a normal 9-5 job so I do stay up late and even play some of the same games but I am not that loud. I have asked him many times to please be considerate of the time when being loud, I don't mind it until its after usually midnight then I start to get annoyed.

The best time is when he is at work working long hours or at the gym every day. I often wish I could have a body like his and have a carefree life but sadly being 36 and the stress of life has made it so I have that beer belly which hides well. I have been told by people I look good and I do have my fair share of hookups and dates. I have been trying to go to the gym more but sadly everything seems to get in the way or I am too tired from being kept up.

I was woken up by a loud yelling and slamming a door in the hall, figured maybe Keith is drunk and has had his fuckboi over. Then I heard him playing call of duty yelling. I got up and headed over to his door just in my sleep pants and shirt with shoes on.

I am annoyed and tired so I knock at his door, he opens the door completely naked and I am just in awe seeing him in all his glory. His cock is way bigger than I thought. I quickly grab my composure and ask him if he could keep it down since its a Thursday and I have to work in the morning.

He looks at me and just smirks, I can smell the scent of Rum on him probably captain morgan. I peek down once more and see him getting hard, its getting so huge now must be around 9-10in uncut.

He apologized to me for the noise and says he had an argument with his normal cum dump and was frustrated along with the stress from everything else. He seemed like he was sincere but I kept noticing he was still hard the whole time talking to me while he was enjoying seeing me get embarrassed that he was naked in front of me and he lifted his arm taking a whiff of his own armpit.

He asked me to come in and have a drink so he can at least show how sorry he is. I figured it was a nice gesture but it was one in the morning and I shouldn't. I told him it was a little late and I need rest for the morning for a big presentation I have for work. He told me it would be just one or two drinks and he could use a "bro" right now.

I headed inside even though everything in my mind is saying dont. His place was very typical for a single guy in his twenties, he had a few things and the scent of his must along with maybe cum was in the air. He had a nice tv and his xbox was on with call of duty on the screen. He asked what kind of drinks I like, I told him anything is fine. He smiled and headed to his kitchen and poured two huge shots of rum. I told him thats a lot but he encouraged me to take it and gave me a coke to help which was already poured.

We cheered and I took the shot and it was a lot, I went to the drink to chase it and it was coke and rum but HEAVY on the rum. Basically filled with rum and a splash of coke. He saw that I was struggling and laughed saying "Can't Handle it Bro?"

I stood up and yelled, that was very funny but I am heading home. He jumped up and put his arm around me with his hard cock touching my leg. "Why don't you stay and lets get to know each other so we know our neighbor?" He then walked me to the couch and sat me down. He then sat right next to me and started drinking another cup he had, probably same as he gave me.

I looked down and was just staring at his cock with my dick fully hard and I couldn't hide it. He asked if I see something I like and started smiling while drinking. I started to drink too so I can get less awkward and get this over with. I knew he was getting off doing this to me.

We talked about what we both do for work and he asked a lot about me which was very nice. He said he was jealous I had a great career and not be struggling. He told me that he was having a hard time paying bills and his life isnt all easy. He talked about the gym and how it helps get his mind off things. I started to think maybe I misunderstood him.

Keith told me that he wished he could have it as nice as I do and a good job. I told him I wished I had a body like his and as much sex as he does.

His eyes lit up, and asked if I was serious. I told him Yes and hearing everything I was jealous of the sex life.

He smiled and said maybe I can help you and you can help me one day. We both took another shot he had prepared and thats when I started to feel a little tipsy. He then said maybe if I wanted to know his body maybe I should taste his cock.

Being tipsy and his hand on the back of my head pushing lightly down I simply leaned over and started sucking. It tasted so good and he was leaking precum already. He pushed my head all the way down on his cock and I started to choke, I was in heaven and I kept going as best as I can. After a while of doing this I felt him tense up and he pushed my head back down and he shot deep in my throat but keeping me down there and said swallow it like a good bitch. I did just that and he let go, he thanked me for giving him one of the best blowjobs ever and for what tomorrow will bring. I thought it was weird and headed back across the hall to my place.

The next day I woke up feeling really heavy and groggy like I drank way too much and having a slight hangover. I rolled over and saw the sun coming through the blinds and I shot up wondering what time it was, thats when I noticed I wasnt in my room. I was in a room that was less decorated and had a cum scent, I must have been more drunk than I thought and went back to Keith's place. I then saw his mirrors next to the bed and saw Keith staring back in shock, I was somehow Keith and its weird.

I pulled the blanket off and saw his body and that huge beautiful cock, my mind started to drift and the body was horny as hell. I started jerking off Keith's cock or my cock and staring at myself in the mirror. I stood up still stroking and enjoying every moment, I grabbed his phone and started taking a video of it so I can watch it later. I shot a huge load all over the mirror, I never knew that much was humanly possible and it was dripping from the mirror and I took a finger and tasted it. It was perfect, just like my body.

My mind then thought if I am in his body then he must be in mine and we had the huge presentation today. I was panicked and saw the time, it was almost 3pm. I texted my number and asked him to text me about this. I got a response saying "We will talk when I get home tonight, hope you enjoy that body and the libido. You Head to the gym and workout then we can talk after that bro."

I got up and thought I should clean up and shower but I would just get sweaty at the gym so just threw on some clothes and headed out. Working out in his body was insane, so easy and I had tons of guys checking me out. I noticed my new cock wont stay soft when I saw others looking at me.

After a two hour gym session I got back to the condo and saw my old body waiting. We went into the condo and talked. He said he swapped us because he wanted to see how my life was and how people dont judge him for being just a "hot guy"

He told me that we would be swapped until Monday morning so I would have to enjoy it. We should live the life like the other and just enjoy things, I could call his cumdump and have him come over or go out to the bars and find someone. He told me that everyone was impressed with the presentation and he had some of my memories which I would slowly get his the longer we are swapped. He was a great in my body and life and he loved being Jacob.

He walked out while I was asking him to swap us back and said nothing can happen till monday so have fun KEITH.

I went home and took some pictures with some good poses.

I was shocked but I had to make the best of it. I hit the bar dressed in just in just tight jeans and a tight shirt clearly showing my package in the jeans. It was hard to hide it but I am Keith so I shouldn't care.

As soon as I walked up to the bar to get a drink a guy started hitting on me, this cute little twink who kept rubbing my muscles. We both got some drinks and we danced a ton, I have never seen so many guys checking me out and trying to hit on me in my old body. Keith's body gets tons of attention but my new cock keeps getting hard and that makes it hard to hide.

After a ton of drinks and a nice uber ride home with this twink we hit the room, this twink couldnt get enough of me. He was feeling me up and constantly kissing me. As soon as we walked in I stripped off my clothes to show off to him, he was in awe and dropped to his knees. I thrusted into his mouth and kept going in and out, this guy was amazing. After a while of getting some good head we went to the room and I picked him up and started fucking him while holding him up. The strength was perfect and he was moaning so loud. I started feeling amazing and started telling him to take it and how do you like it, he kept moaning louder in pleasure. I shot deep inside him and we both laid down on the bed and passed out.

Woke up saturday afternoon still in Keith's body with that twink next to me, we both smoked some weed and drank then fucked all day and I couldnt believe how horny this body is and how much I can keep going. The stamina is insane.

Sunday was similar I went to the bar again and found another one, brought him home and same as before just another cumdump.

I woke up Monday feeling amazing, I havent had this much stamina and sex ever in my life. I texted my old number to find out when we were going to swap back and waited. I got up and cleaned Keith's whole apartment, it was very dirty but figured might as well get it clean for him to go more rounds in when he returns.

I got a knock at the door and went to it in just my briefs, it was an eviction notice on the door, Keith was being evicted because of the many noise complaints. I called my old phone and he answered, I told him about the eviction notice and he said "yeah heh guess thats your problem now Keith, maybe you can use that body to find a place to crash or make some good money." and he hung up.

I went over to my old condo and knocked, he didn't answer and I kept knocking and calling my old number. I was worried that he just stole my life and is making me take his life.

Sure this body is amazing but it doesn't have a career, I cant stop being horny, and checking his account he has some money saved up but nothing close to my money. I went back in the condo and was panicking. Then my phone beeped from my old number, he sent a picture of my body on vacation in Hawaii. It seemed he asked for some time off to relax after getting the new clients from my presentation. He then said we are never going to swap back so you better get packing bitch. And then I was blocked.

I was worried, I started packing things and tried to figure out what to do. Then after midnight his memories started to flood into my mind, like he had it programmed to come in after today. I still had all my memories and knowledge but I had his as well now. He had this planned for a while now, he wanted to have a life where he wasn't bothered by finding a career and everything plus he was tired of being horny 24/7 and couldn't satisfy it.

I found out he did onlyfans to make his "actual" money and had a good amount saved so he can move. He had cameras all in the bedroom and living room and was filming all the time to use for "Content" so he can just upload his random hookups.

I saw the video of the night he had me over and I decided to upload that one titled "Seducing and Fucking my Boring Neighbor."

When I woke up my phone was filled with notifications of people loving the new video and cant get enough of it. I had so much of a following and the new video got tons of new subscribers and tips from it.

I posted a quick couple shots of myself for the simps on there and said I have to pack since I am going to be homeless. Then a bunch of people donated a ton of money to help, I had more money than I could believe to get a new place. I sent each person a person picture and then posted a jerking vid to get more.

Its been six months now as Keith, I have used my marketing knowledge from my old life and he is now making tons in OnlyFans and thirst traps in youtube, twitch, and instagram. I am making a good amount and working out a ton in the gym which I have a series of workout videos (both normal and sexual) and they are getting more views than I could have dreamed.

I found out the old Keith follows me on all platforms and subscribes on OnlyFans. He sent a text asking if I was happy and if we could swap back trying to sound Alpha in his message. I guess the alpha transferred with him and I have some of it but I am a better Keith than he was. I am more nice to people and I pay attention to the noise and everything in my new place. I was able to get a new bigger condo across town and tons of nice things.

I blocked him on messaging me in all platforms only after sending him this picture.

I was still being very masculine and alpha but just more nice to people, that being said I still like it rough in the bedroom and love the amount of sex I get. Every hookup is content and the Subs love it.

Now one last flew and I have to find a new hookup for content tonight.

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The temporary swap employee program was created to help us gym workers and gym goers enjoy our bodies and stay disciplined. You see, being in such a fit body 24/7 can be tiresome. So this program was created. It allows us to have the body of our dreams, but also splurge occasionally, have fun and enjoy life.

We're always on the go, pushing ourselves to the limit, to get bigger and stronger. Always lifting, running, eating, but never enjoying the fruits of our labor. But now that we have this program, we can enjoy life in another body. It's a win win situation, we get to hop into the body of someone more… average, or even overweight. We can enjoy the food we eat, enjoy the days off we rarely get, and even enjoy the drinks we consume. It's like a mini-vacation for us, but in someone else's body. And it's not like we are harming anyone, the person we switch with gets to experience the feeling of a fit and healthy body, and we get to indulge in the things we have been missing out on.

This is my second time swapping with Dave. He's an overweight guy, in his early 50s, with a chubby face, nice gray stubble and a thicker mustache. He looks like a total Dad, which is quite the change up from my normal lean self. He has a large belly, which is a sight to behold. I can't even begin to describe how heavy it feels.

I was at his house staring at myself in the mirror, amazed at how different my body felt. The heaviness of the belly, the tightness of his pants. I smiled as I used his pudgy hands to rub around my stomach.

I lifted the belly up, it jiggled as I let go, making me laugh. I continued to explore the body I was in, moving my hips around, watching the stomach shake and jiggle. I couldn't get over how different it felt from my normal body.

I moved back to the couch, and sat down, spreading my arms across the backrest. I let out a sigh as I sunk into the cushions. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of sitting down, without having to worry about burning calories, or how long I was sitting for. I continued playing with my large stomach.

I sat there for a while, just relaxing and enjoying the feeling of my body. After a while, I decided to head out to the store and get some groceries, maybe a couple of beers too. I headed to the closet and pulled out a blue polo shirt, a size 4XL. I put it on, and it stretched around my body, hugging me tight. The shirt was tight around the gut, really constricting my stomach and holding me up. I smiled seeing how it help my gut up.

I looked in the closet to see what pants I could find. I decided to go with his jeans. I laughed at the sheer size of them before I pulled them out and put them on. They fit around my waist, but the buttons were a struggle to get done up, especially with this large stomach getting in the way. Once I got them buttoned up, I looked at myself in the closet mirror.

The jeans sat just below my stomach, and they were a little tight. But I didn't mind. I actually enjoyed the feeling of tight clothes, knowing that it would be a challenge to get them off. I looked at myself and couldn't help but smile. I felt like a total dad, just like Dave.

I grabbed his keys and wallet, and headed out to the car. I even propped up my phone to see what I looked like.

I got in and closed the door. It was a little tight behind the steering wheel, but I didn't mind. The seat was comfortable, and I was able to stretch my legs out a bit. I started the car and began driving to the grocery store.

As I drove, I couldn't help but think about how different this body felt. I was used to being lean, strong, and agile, but this body was the complete opposite. It was soft, weak, and slow. It felt like a completely different person.

But I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the feeling of being overweight, of being able to relax and not worry about what I was eating. I enjoyed the idea of being able to eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

I arrived at the grocery store, and parked in a spot near the entrance. I got out of the car and walked to the entrance, my stomach jiggling with each step. I went inside and grabbed a cart. I walked down the aisles, looking for things I wanted to eat.

I started with the snacks. I grabbed a box of donuts, a bag of chips, and a jar of cookies.

Then, I got curious. I wanted to see how I looked. I propped up my phone against the jar of cookies, and hit the video button. I turned around to face the camera, and started to walk down the aisle, watching the screen. My belly jiggled with each step, and I couldn’t help but smile. It looked so big and round. I could feel it jiggling against my tight pants. It was like I was watching a completely different person. But I was enjoying it.

I walked back and forth down the aisle a few times, enjoying the feeling of the soft, chubby belly moving underneath my clothes. I stopped the video, and watched it back. I couldn’t believe how big my stomach looked. It was round and soft, and it jiggled with every step I took. I felt a surge of excitement as I watched it. It looked amazing.

I picked up my phone, put the groceries in the cart and headed to the checkout. I couldn’t wait to get back to the house and try out more of Dave’s body.

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Coach's Curse

Jason could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he propelled himself on his skates. He expertly navigated between his opponents, doing his best to tune out the cheering crowd and the shouting of his teammates. And as Jason reared his hockey stick back and fired the puck forward, he felt as if the world went still. He watched as it sailed through the air- as the goalie attempted to block his shot. But as he watched the puck find the back of the net and the buzzer sound, he could barely believe it.

Jason immediately was tackled by his teammates, all of them cheering and yelling in celebration. He did it. He scored the game winning goal. The championship hockey game- and he scored the game winning point. The next part was a blur. He was in the locker room with his teammates, all of them still basking in their victory. Jason beamed as the victory cowboy hat was placed on his head. There were plans for a big party later that night with a few of the frats and sororities on campus. And Jason couldn’t be more excited. As the winner of the game, he was sure he’d get a few girls in bed that night. But as he thought about the night ahead of him, his coach told everyone to quiet down. As per game tradition, Coach Henderson was giving them a victory speech. But something about the speech was off. It was almost somewhat... dull. Maybe even a hint of sadness. Jason ignored it, thinking it was probably just coach getting all sentimental. Besides, it had been 15 years since coach’s last victory.

“Jason,” His coach’s deep voice boomed through the locker room, “I have your game winning puck in my office. Come with me.”

Jason smirked and followed Henderson out of the locker room and down the corridor lined with old jerseys as his team cheered him on. He remembered his first walk down these halls when he was a freshman, excited to start his time on the team. He never imagined that his college hockey career would end like this.

“Oh Jason.” Coach Henderson mumbled as they entered his office, “I never thought I’d see this day. It’s been so long.”

“Doesn’t matter how long it’s been.” Jason smirked, “We fucking did it.”

Henderson frowned, “You know all those years ago, I didn’t know what to make of it. When I stood in this very room.”

“Yeah but it’s all worth it. Doesn’t matter if it took you fifteen years or whatever to get another one.” Jason frowned as something cool passed through him.  

Coach smiled slightly, “At first it didn’t feel like I had a choice. But I think I’m going to miss it.” He took a deep breath, “You see, many years ago the real Coach Henderson put a curse on the team.” The room was silent, with Jason standing and processing the odd statement.

“What are you talking about?” Jason chuckled, “This some kind of joke?”  

“It was to teach a douchebag on the team a lesson. But the curse continued even after that.” Jason shuddered as he felt more cool air pass through him, “The winner of the championship game, to prevent them from becoming too full of themselves, would have to become the team’s coach. And lead them to victory.”

Jason could barely process the words as his whole body started to shake violently. He tried to tell Henderson that he wasn’t feeling well, but the words couldn’t leave his mouth. The whole world was starting to spin now and he fell to his knees, shivering as the coldness around him became unbearable. But that’s when he noticed it. He raised his hand and looked, inspecting it closely. The skin of his hand looked more weathered, lighter even. He raised an eyebrow as he watched the hair on it become lighter in color as well.

“I wasn’t always coach.” Henderson said as he raised his hand. Jason’s eyes widened as he watched coach’s hand become more tan, the weathered appearance disappearing, “My name was AJ. But fifteen years ago I scored the game winning goal.”

Jason was unable to respond as the feeling in his skin intensified. He fell to his back and writhed as his body started shifting. He could feel the changes moving up his arm and he forced himself to watch as his biceps expanded at first with muscle. This was soon followed with a thick layer of fat- while the skin became more weathered and tired with age. He looked at his changed arm in horror, feeling the new skin and fat with his other hand.

‘This doesn’t make sense!’ He thought, a feeling of dread passing through him as he saw his other hand begin to change, ‘Curses aren’t real! This isn’t real!’ He looked up at Henderson, who’s arms had lost their fat, replaced instead by strong muscles- muscles that put Jason’s old ones to shame.

And that wasn’t all Jason noticed. Coach’s belly shrunk. And Jason quickly learned what that meant for him. His stomach start to grumble, the sound becoming more and more intense. He looked at Henderson with desperation, silently pleading for help, but found his coach frowning at him. Jason let out a belch and a thin layer of fat covered his lean abdomen and chest. Another belch and now a slight pudge graced his features. And with each belch Jason’s abdomen expanded and expanded. And with one final loud belch, Jason could feel his stomach reach its final size. At the same time, his lean chest pushed out with fat and muscle, jiggling slightly as he moved. Jason cringed at this foreign feeling. At this new heaviness that he never appreciated in his life. Ever since he was young, he was lean and in shape. Years of practice and playing hockey gifted him with his physique. And he shuddered at the realization it only took a few minutes to reverse that entirely. He pushed himself into a sitting position and watched as his gut fell into his lap. Jason placed a hand on his belly and frowned. It really was his. It was real. He looked up at Henderson, who was running a hand over his perfect abdominal muscles. The two met each other’s gaze.

“I’m sorry.” Henderson whispered, running a hand over his head as blond locks started to sprout.

Jason copied the motion, running a hand through his black hair and knocking his victory hat off. As his hand moved through his hair though, clumps of it began to fall out and disappear into nothingness. At this point, a few tears fall from his eyes and onto his plump abdomen. He cherished his hair- always making sure to style it and keep it well maintained. He loved when chicks ran their hands through it. But now it was gone, replaced by the same buzz cut that Coach Henderson sported. And as he looked up at Henderson, who’s neck fat receded and face became more angular, Jason knew that his face was changing. Fat filling his angular face. His neck disappearing under a layer of chub.

“I know I shouldn’t brag.” Henderson- or AJ said, feeling his face with a grin, “But it really feels nice to be back.” He rubbed at the goatee that still adorned his face, which quickly began to fall away with each touch.

Jason’s hand shot to his new face and frowned as he felt hair sprout from his upper lip and chin. He liked to be clean shaven. But just like that, his face was now adorned with his new facial hair. And that’s when he noticed an itchiness move across his chubby body. The small amount of body hair he did have already started to fill in more, blanketing his chest and flabby belly in a nice coat of hair. He watched as his treasure trail grew with hairs sprouting along the sides of it. It crawled up his abdomen until it reached his chest, which then erupted in a dense layer of hair before expanding out and coating the remainder of his chest. Jason rubbed a hand through it, wincing at the feeling. And as he looked down at himself, still trying to process that this was real- that this was him- AJ extended his hand.

“Here coach.” AJ said calmly. Jason frowned and grabbed AJ’s hand, allowing the younger man to help him up. As he stood up, he shuddered as his ass jiggled with its new padding, “I know this is a lot to process.” AJ’s voice was less gruff now, a youthful tone now escaping his lips, “But I’ve told you what you need to know. You’re Coach Henderson now, at least until some other poor guy wins the championship game. But until then you’ve gotta coach them, got it?”

Jason’s eyes were wide, unable to fully process any of this. He was going to stay stuck like this? Until the team won a championship? It took fifteen years... would he be like this for the next fifteen years?

“No fucking way.” Jason winced at how deep and gruff his voice had become, “No, turn me the fuck back. I just won the game. There’s no way...”

“No, I just won the game.” AJ replied, placing the victory hat on his head, “From this point on, Jason never existed... at least until the next time this team takes home the championship. People will think I won the game tonight.”

“But my friends? My family? What...?”

“Everything will return to normal when you lead the team to victory, okay Jason? Until then, you have all the tools you need. All the basic memories to get by day to day.” AJ smiled, “Use those memories of who you were to motivate you. That’s what I needed to do. But from this moment on, you’re Coach Henderson. It’s easier if you accept that.”

Before Jason could reply, his former teammates called out for AJ. The hockey star gave Jason a smile and a nod, before heading out to celebrate his victory with the team. Jason could only stand there, in the quiet of his new office, the thrill of his victory turning into despair.

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Coach Henderson yawned as he pushed himself out of bed, careful not to wake the naked bear of a man sleeping next to him. He trudged through his apartment, scratching at his hairy chest and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. As he walked, he kicked a few beer bottles out of his way, barely acknowledging the messy state of his apartment. He plopped down at his computer, looking over briefly at a team photo. One where AJ proudly stood with their championship trophy. A photo taken about 16 years ago. Henderson turned his attention back to his computer, looking at the roster of new players that would be joining the team for the season. They looked promising- maybe just maybe this was the year.

He quickly shut his laptop and yawned- he always thought that. That hope that this year would be the year. Why should he think this year would be different? He stepped into his bathroom and looked at himself over in the mirror. Sixteen years looking like this- didn’t matter if he shaved, exercised, drank- his appearance remained unchanged. He let out a belch and frowned. He barely remembered his life as Jason or what he used to look like. It got to a point where he was starting to wonder if he was ever anyone else. And he stopped even thinking of himself as Jason. And maybe that was for the best. He could feel the magic that changed him feeding off his doubt, cementing itself. He wondered what would happen if he just let it completely win.

“You could...” A voice whispered in the back of his head, “Live the rest of your out as me.” It echoed, “Become me fully.”  

Henderson shook his head, and those thoughts became quieter. But soon another voice filled the room. One asking how he was doing and if he was excited for the year. One belonging to another man, who wrapped his arms around Henderson and gave him a kiss. A man that Jason would’ve never considered, but as Henderson couldn’t help it. And so maybe if this year didn’t end in victory, Henderson would have to take the voice in his head up on its offer. Maybe that was all he would need in the end to win anyway.

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Threesome

The fashion magazines were becoming a thing of the past after covid. Many company realised that they still can have many employees without paying the rent for offices. But CosmoGuy remained.

That’s where two friends, Lucas and Elias eventually met. They probably wouldn’t have ever spoken to each other, if it wasn’t for the working environment. But they found out that they understood each other pretty well. They were both into fantasy and videogames, but Lucas was a straight  muscular, gym addict with a fiancée, while Elias was a homosexual slim, nerd and single.

They shared an office next to their boss, being writers and assistants at the same time, which meant that they spent a lot of time with each other, talking about all kinds of stuff. At first they both shared just superficial information, but eventually they became good friends and got to know each other.

Monday 21st October, 10:34 AM

Lucas and Elias had a pretty boring morning ahead of them. The boss went for vacation, but they still had to come to the office. Obviously, they finished their job quite swiftly and proceeded to talk.

Lucas:”I brought beer.”

Elias:”Drunk at work, that’s something I am not really keen on doing.”

Lucas:”Come on, man. You know she’s not gonna come today. Let’s enjoy it then. You never wanna go out with me, so we gotta bring the party here.”

Elias thought about it for a while, but Lucas’s cute face and the hinted motive of potential closer interaction was worth it. Elias grabbed the bear. “Cheers, man.”

They proceeded to talk about their free time. Lucas talked about gym, which Elias didn’t really listen to, but he kept staring at his gorgeous face and occasionally his body. He checked out his Instagram page from time to time, whenever he needed a jerk-off material. But he had to admit, he had a big crush on Lucas. Unfortunately he was straight and there was no chance he would ever want him.

Lucas:”… and after I finish I usually go back home to fuck my fiancé.”

Elias nervously replied:”That sounds great man.”

Lucas:”Yeah… well. To be honest there has been something missing lately and the sex wasn’t as good as before. We talked about it with Chloe.”

Elias:”Yeah? And what did you come up with?” he said and took a big sip of the bear he was holding. He felt the tension in the room building up, but he wasn’t sure If it wasn’t only him that felt it.

Lucas:”Well, Chloe admitted that she wants to do some role playing. We tried, but when it’s only the two of us, we tend to laugh it off. You know. So, would you like to try threesome with us?”

The bear Elias had in his mouth and neck suddenly flew out threw his nose. He started choking as the bear poured on the ground.

Lucas:”Easy, man. You ok?”

Elias’s face was red and wet. He tried to catch his breath. “Yeah… eh. I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

Lucas:”Look, man. I noticed how you looked at me and you even liked some random old photos on my insta where I flex, so I figured you might want to join. I showed Chloe your photo and she agreed. So it’s up to you.”

Elias couldn’t believe what was happening. Lucas knew about his crush and he wanted to have sex with him? This was a nightmare and a dream come true at once. He looked deep in the eyes of the man he desired.

Elias:”I’m in.”

Monday 21st October, 10:57 PM

Elias was pacing on the sidewalk. What if its some sort of a prank? What if they just take photos of him while he undresses? He wasn’t as hot as Lucas, so why would Chloe pick HIM? The door buzzed and Elias was let in.

He pushed to button for the elevator and waited. The door opened and Lucas was already there in a tank top and sweatpants.

Lucas:”Hey, maaaan. I’m so happy you came. Come on in!”

Lucas pressed the button with number 9 and the elevator started moving.

Lucas:”Are you nervous?”

Elias:”A bit. I have never done this.”

Lucas:”No worries. We won’t judge you at all. Try to enjoy it as much as you can. And be gentle.” Lucas winked. Elias wasn’t really sure what the comment was supposed to mean, but hopefully no one would force him to fuck Chloe. Sex with a girl didn’t excite him. But if Lucas was kissing him while he was doing that, then maybe.

They entered the appartement. It was really clean and spacious. Chloe entered the hall in her pink night robe.

Chloe:”Oh, hello. You must be Eric.”

Lucas:”Elias.”

Chloe:”Oh right, sorry. I’m so bad with names.”

Elias:”It’s fine. It’s nice to meet you, Chloe. You have a lovely home.”

Chloe:”And even more lovely bedroom. Wanna check it out?” she came closer and tried to take his hand, but Elias moved away from her nervously.

Elias:”Could you maybe point me to a bathroom? I don’t wanna be lost later on.”

Chloe had an irritated grin on her face. “Sure, just to the right behind the corner. First door. You can’t miss it.”

Elias entered the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. “What the fuck am I doing here?” he splashed cold water on his face and stared at himself. He could hear Chloe and Lucas talking in the hallway.

Chloe:”You said he would be into it.”

Lucas:”Just give him some time. You’d be nervous too if you were in his place.”

Chloe:”Fine.”

Elias came back to meet them, but the light in the hallway was off and the only light on was in the bedroom. He entered and saw Lucas and Chloe sitting on the bed.

Chloe:”Come Elias. We have a glass of champagne for you.”

Elias:”I’m not really su…”

Lucas:”Drink up, man. It will calm you. You’ll see.”

They drank their glasses. Elias felt really weird. His world was spinning. He had to sit down. Did they drug him? He was sitting next to Chloe. She put his head in her lap. He could feel a different head touching the top of his, but he didn’t really care about that. He wanted the vertigo to stop.

Suddenly all was good again. He felt Chloe’s hand in his hair. It felt really nice.

Chloe:”So are you ready, boys?”

“Hell yeah, baby.” A very familiar voice responded, but it wasn’t Lucas. Elias opened his eyes and turned to see the face. His face. He jumped up.

Elias:”What the fuck?! What’s happening? Did you drug me?”

Chloe:”Calm down. Everything is fine. Nothing will happen to you. This is fully reversible.” She got up and tried to get close to him, grabbing his arm

Elias:”Reversible?! What are you…” as he pulled away his arm from Chloe, he noticed that something was very wrong. That wasn’t his arm. The arm now was significantly hairier, wider and tanned. Both of his arms were. He looked down. He was wearing a tank top and under the tank top were large protruding pecs.

Elias:”What did you do to me?”

Lucas:”Come with me, it’s gonna be easier.”

His own body grabbed his hand and took him in front of the mirror.

Elias felt sick. His own body didn’t respond to his actions, instead next to him was a reflection of Lucas, which mimicked every single moved. Lucas touched his scruffy face and his now longer hair.

Lucas:”Pretty cool, right?”

Elias:”How…”

Lucas:”That’s not really important. The important thing is, that we have a very horny woman in the bed waiting for us. So shell we give her some attention? LUCAS?”

Elias looked back at his face, now smiling, but there was something different. He now looked more confident. More manly. He turned around and was faced with naked Chloe. Lucas pushed him closer and forced him to put a hand on Chloe’s tits.

Lucas:”They’re great, right Lucas?”

Elias couldn’t believe what was happening. He was standing in the body of his crush, holding a breast of his fiancé, while Elias was in his body smiling at him and holding his shoulder.

Lucas:”Come on, tiger. Her pussy is hungry. You can’t keep her waiting.”

There was a strange overwhelming thrill in Elias’s mind. He found Chloe attractive. Not only that. His dick was hard. No, Lucas’s dick was hard. And it was fucking HUGE. And Lucas’s body wanted to fuck Chloe. Elias was gay, why would he even do that. He had to stop.

Before he could come up with a plan how to stop it, his body already undressed Chloe and with Lucas’s help even his own. He was now on top of Chloe. Chloe screamed Lucas’s name and begged to be fucked hard.

Elias moved his body and slid his new dick in her pussy. He knew what to do, or at least his body did. But he could feel the thrill, the horniness. The head of his cock was making slow moves there and back, giving him insane amounts of pleasure. Elias looked to the left where his body sat on a chair next to them, observing them and jerking off his small dick. Normally he would scream at him to stop, especially since he didnt even ask. He was really sensitive about his body, but he was indisposed with a much better activity. He was pounding Chloe senselessly. Chloe screaming in pleasure. Lucas jerking off. Elias was squeezing Chloe’s breasts, making out with her. And then it happened. He came into her.

Elias collapsed next to Chloe. They both hyperventilated, while Elias was sucking on Chloe’s breast, fondling them.

Lucas got up and sped up with the jerking off and then he shot streams of cum on Elias. Even though it was technically his cum, he was disgusted. Another man came on his torso. His borrowed torso. Wait, he never disliked a gay sex, hell he is gay. What was happening?

Lucas:”You better go clear me up, man. Don’t want to have your cum on me for too long. Haha.”

Elias got up and left for the bathroom. He still couldn’t believe the whole situation. He was Lucas. He was looking at his body, that hot body he used to jerk off to on Instagram. He flexed and posed. “Fuck, I look hot!”. He observed his now flaccid, but still pretty big dick. Waaaay bigger than his own. “What a body”

Before he returned to the bedroom he waited if he could eavesdrop some more.

Chloe:”… so even if I do this?”

Lucas:”I mean it feels nice, but not as much as in my body. I’m telling you, I’m still straight, but damn this body is SO gay for my body. I would honestly want to suck off my dick if he told me to.”

Chloe:”Look at our little fag with a teen tiny dick. Haha. I’m so proud of for fulfilling my fantasy.”

Lucas:"How small do you think it is? It's not even 2 Inches, right? Look at it."

Elias entered the room. Chloe was lying next to his body. They eyed him as he entered. Smiling mischievously.

Lucas:”Hello, handsome. Hungry for more, right?”

Chloe:”It seems you enjoyed it. Did you?”

Elias:”Yeah… I did.” He was back to his nervous self, but still in his new muscular body.

Lucas:”Before we switch, could you give us a show?”

Chloe:”Oh come on, Lucas. Don’t be so self-centred. I am hungry, so let’s get on with this.”

They drank the champagne again and swapped as before. Elias felt so strange as he was back in his body, as if someone has taken his favourite toy from him.

Tuesday 22nd October, 9:02 AM

Elias was nervously biting his nails, sitting behind a computer. Lucas was late. Suddenly the door swung open and Lucas entered. He was wearing his suit and holding two cups of coffee.

Lucas:”Good morning!”

Elias:”Where the hell have you been? I was worried that I would have to cover for you.”

Lucas:”Relax, she’s still on vacation. No one’s gonna know.” He winked and sat to his desk. “Man, I feel so exhausted after the swap, don’t you? Ah right. YOU were just jerking off, while MY body was working my ass off. Hahaha”

Elias:”Shhhh. What if anybody hears.”

Lucas:”No one will know or believe us, don’t worry.”

Elias:”Lucas, I feel different after yesterday. I mean a bit more confident.”

Lucas:”Who wouldn’t be after being in my body.”

Elias:”I’m serious.”

Lucas:”Yeah, that’s the after effect of the swap. The strong qualities are partially transferred for a while. Sometimes they take over, but it depends on a person. For example, I can’t stop thinking about sucking my own dick.”

Elias:”Are you saying you’d be into swapping again?”

Lucas smiled and handed him a coffee. “I’m saying you should drink you latté and meet me in the bathroom.” He sipped his coffee and left

Elias was back I Lucas’s body. He grabbed his growing bulge over the pants. "Much better."

He waited in the bathroom, while his body entered the stall.

Lucas:”Hello, BIG boy. Long time no see.”

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped the pants and pulled out Elias throbbing dick, sucking him dry.

Thursday  24rd October, 9:29 PM

Elias was invited to their apartment again. The night progressed just like the last time, except after Elias licked Chloe’s vagina and Lucas sucked his old cock, while jerking off his tiny one and all three came, Chloe came up with an idea. Alle three o them, naked, hugging each other. Sweat drops on their bodies, mixing on the surface.

Chloe:”No more champagne tonight, boys:”

Elias:”What do you mean?”

Chloe:”I want you to continue the roleplay. You’re still Lucas and he’ll stay as Elias. You both will go to work and show off your new bodies, pretending to be the other one.”

Lucas:”Cool with me, if it turns you on, babe.” He said and kissed his old shoulder, his hand travelling to his old butt cheeks.

Elias:”So we’ll swap back tomorrow night and just live each other’s life?”

Chloe:”Yeah. You both know each other’s routines quite well, so it shouldn’t be hard for you.”

Lucas:”I’ll show you how to work out and tomorrow at work, we’ll do what we normally do.”

The two of them headed out to the nearby gym, that was opened 24/7. Elias couldn’t help but admire his body in the mirror again, while Lucas worked out, but observed Elias. Elias struggled to understand some machines, but Lucas gave him a detailed explanation and even showed him how to do it. They parted their ways and headed to their homes.

Friday 25th October, 7:50 AM

Lucas was early at the office, waiting for his body to arrive. He could feel that Elias’s body was nervous. He watched joyfully as he saw his body enter the office with a very confident look, his T-shirt unbuttoned and his dick outline showing. He could see that the night in his body made Elias feel more comfortable than before. Elias sat down a spredded his legs to make room for his hard dick.

Elias:”Sup”

Lucas:”Don’t over act, man. I don’t talk like that.”

Elias:”You do now, BRO. You shouldn't talk to me like that, with that tiny dick of yours."

Lucas:”Ew, ok sidenote for myself to never say that. And it's your dick, just to remind you."

Elias:"Seriously, how do you walk with this thing? It's so huge and I got hard even by the friction of the fabric. How do you even sit comfortably with it? It's so tight.

Lucas:"You get used to it.m and I usually don't wear these tight pants that show the outline of my dick to everyone."

Elias couldn't help but grin while lucas said that.

Elias:"Must be a relief to be a 2incher now. Haha"

Lucas:"You're teasing yourself, man. I don't care about that." But Lucas couldn't help, bit feel embarrassed by the size of his penis, even if it wasn't his.

They worked for a while, but Elias left after someone gave him a call and didn’t come back for 3 hours. Lucas sent him bunch of texts, but no answer.

Elias came back and was smiling from ear to ear.

Lucas:”Where the hell have you been?”

Elias:”Ehh, I… heh. I was asked to be a model for a photoshoot here in the building.”

Lucas:”What?”

Elias:”Yeah. Turns out that I might have a talent for that.”

Lucas:”No, you have my body, that’s why.”

Elias:”But they never asked you, did they?” that hit Lucas in the feelings. Elias was right. He knew that Lucas tried to model before, but he wasn’t interesting enough for them, it seems that something in Elias might have sparked the interest now.

Lucas observed as his body made a deal with his colleagues to transfer to model and couldn’t believe he didn’t say anything. He was so impressed, scared and aroused at the same time. He wanted to suck that dick right now at the spot. But he wanted his body as well. To enjoy the hard earned muscles.

Sunday 27th October 8:36 AM

Chloe:”Good morning, boys. I prepared a breakfast for you.”

Elias:”Yumm, looks delicious. But I’m hungry for a tight wet pussy.” He grabbed Chloe and pulled her to the bed.

Lucas:”Come on, can’t you let me sleep?”

Chloe:”Wake up, tiny dick. We wanted to talk to you about something.”

Lucas opened his eyes, frustrated by all the name calling. He looked up at the sight of his body and Chloe on top of him. He wasn’t that thrilled about Elias being him anymore. Maybe it was jealousy, but at the same time Elias’s body was really into his body and he like that. He could enjoy his body in a way he never could before.

Lucas:”Ok, what’s up.”

Elias:”You should move in. We could use that one rent for more fun stuff.”

Lucas:”Wait, what do you mean that I SHOULD move in?”

Chloe:”You’re doing a great job as Elias, Lulu. And Elias is freaking great as you. He found you a better paying job and the sex… you know. He doesn’t have issues to get hard. And since you now don't even need to be hard with your tiny dick..."

Lucas:”Chloe you said you wouldn’t talk about that.”

Chloe:”Sorry, just stating facts. But I love you both. I think we would make a great throuple as they say. What do you say?”

Lucas really wanted to think this through, but he couldn’t focus, because his old body flexed his arm in his face and showed off his hard cock as well. All Lucas could think about was how to push Chloe away to suck that dick.

Elias:”Come on ELIAS. You know you want this.” He pulled down the foreskin of his dick for Lucas to see.

Lucas:”Fine, whatever. Give that HUGE cock to me!”

Elias couldn't believe how lucky he was. He got a fine body, beautiful girlfriend, basically became bisexual in the process and now he has his own personal cocksucker with his TINY dick, who he can humiliate with his lovely girlfriend. Life is not so bad afterall.

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Wrong bag, bro

Music blared from my headphones while I was running on the treadmill when I first saw the guy. It was obviously his first time in the gym, and after having gotten a short introduction, he looked around uncomfortably before approaching the weights. I sighed and stopped the treadmill. It was a good gym, at least judging from the equipment and the cost. The staff, however, was... improvable. It was clear that the new guy had no idea how to start and he would probably hurt himself like that.

"Sup? You're new here?" I said as I approached. He almost jumped when he heard my voice. I took a good look at him when he turned around. He wasn't very fit, at least compared to me. I mean, I'm no bodybuilder, too, but I do go to the gym a few times a week and try to stay in shape. The other guy was visibly unfit, with a small belly and no definition at all, but hey, we all have to start somewhere.

"Uhm. Yes. Actually, I wanted to lose a bit of weight. I'm Jonas. Do you work here?"

I chuckled. "Na, man. I'm Travis, and I just work *out* here. Why are you trying to get fit?"

Jonas seemed to be a bit embarrassed when he answered. "I... hope that will make dating easier. It's hard to find a boyfriend like... this."

He gestured down his body.

"Hey, you should do this for yourself, not for someone else. But yeah, I get what you mean. Chicks dig muscles, too."

The last part was probably unnecessary and somewhat spoiling the message, but I couldn't help it. It was a reflex to make clear I was straight. Really stupid, I know, but hey, that's just the straight genes talking.

Thankfully, Jonas took the hint and didn't hit on me as I showed him the ropes. He was mightily insecure, but a nice dude. After a while, he called it a day and we went to the locker room together. Having started early, I felt it was time to head home, too.

I took out my gym bag from my locker, as did Jonas, and got my soap out.

"Are you not going to shower?" I asked as Jonas just changed to his street shoes.

"Oh, eh, no, I'll shower at home." he said, and I understood. That guy was so self-conscious it would probably be hell for him to shower in a communal shower, so I just shrugged and said:

"Alright. See you around."

After the shower, I went to my gym bag to change into my street clothes but when I opened it, the contents seemed unfamiliar. Of course. Jonas had the same black gym bag as I did and must have grabbed the wrong one. That could happen. I just hoped I'd meet him again so we could swap back the bags. For now, it wasn't that much of a problem. I didn't have any valuables in there, and it seemed that Jonas had brought a towel as well, so I could just use his to dry myself.

What had been in there, however, were my street clothes. I mean, it wasn't a big deal, I could just wear my gym clothes until I got home, but somehow, I got curious and rummaged through the contents of the bag. There was something that immediately jumped into view and that was...

A pair of pink boxer briefs.

I mean seriously? How much gayer could it get?

I was just about to stuff it back into the back, when I hesitated. My gym compression shorts were soaked with sweat, and apparently, the boxer briefs seemed to be clean, I rationalized, but somehow, I *wanted* to put them on, for some weird reason. Well. I shrugged and just acted on the impulse, I mean, it was just a pair of underwear, right?

As it turned out, poor Jonas must have been not that well-endowed. The pair of boxer briefs was awfully tight and hugged my ass and my junk so firmly it was almost a second skin. I looked in the mirror and was a little surprised. My cock wasn't exactly small, but the underwear still didn't leave much to imagination either. But they were clean, and the fabric was quite pleasant to the touch, so I decided I would wear them until I got home.

Man, Jonas was probably in for a surprise when he discovered my XXL jockstrap from my bag. And unlike his - sorry - faggy underwear, I had worn that thing for a day now, so it wasn't exactly clean. I mean, there wasn't any reason for him to put it on, but what if he was curious? Or what if he was a little pervert who liked to experience the smell of a real man?

I shook my head. Where had that thought come from? I quickly got dressed in the rest of *my* clothes and drove home. However, during the drive I couldn't quite shake the thought of how Jonas might just be sniffing my jock, jerking his pathetic little cock furiously while doing so. Man, I really had no idea what was wrong with me today. When I arrived at home, my cock was hard and leaking pre into Jonas tight little pink underwear. Looks like I needed to blow off some steam.

I put on some lesbian porn and fished out my cock and balls from its tight confines. I have to admit that jerking off while wearing Jonas' briefs was oddly exciting.

At first, my eyes were glued to the two chicks on the screen, but as I got close to shooting my load, I leaned back and closed my eyes. Images of Jonas, wearing my much too large jockstrap came immediately and unbidden, but it was too late. With a groan, I came all over my toned and defined upper body.

I needed a moment to recover after that before I could start cleaning up. I stuffed my junk back into the pink underwear without really thinking about it, but realized it wasn't quite as tight as before. Perhaps the fabric was adjusting to my bigger mass. I was just about done with wiping the cum off my chest when my phone dinged with a message from an unknown number:

Unknown number:

"Hey there, it's Jonas, from the gym today. It seems like I grabbed the wrong bag when I left, and I want to return it to you. Can you give me your address?"

I thought about it for a moment while I saved his name to my phone. He probably found my number on the lost and found card, and I was just to agree, when I stopped. There was no rational reason not to swap back the bags as soon as possible and I had no plans for today. But...

Travis:

"Sorry, man, I can't today. How about tomorrow? We can meet at the gym."

I seriously had no idea why I lied, but not-so-little Travis twitched in the underwear as I wrote the message.

Jonas:

"Sounds good. Sorry I took your bag, I only noticed when I got home."

Travis:

"Don't worry, there's nothing important in there. Just my sweaty jockstrap, haha."

What was I doing? Why would I chat with a near stranger about my underwear? I was interrupted by the answer from Jonas.

Jonas:

"Yeah, I have found that thing already."

I hesitated. My cock was straining against pink fabric again, even though I just jerked off a few minutes ago. I really shouldn't be that excited, and I really shouldn't lead the poor gay guy on, but I couldn't help it. My fingers typed all on their own.

Travis:

"I see. And what did you do with it?"

It took a while before the next answer came in, and I feared that I had alienated the guy.

Jonas:

"Well, I'm wearing it right now."

Ha! I knew it! That guy was a pervert after all. I looked down at the tight pink boxer briefs struggling to contain my erection, while a small patch of precum had formed at the tip of the tent. Takes one to know one, right?

Travis:

"That old thing? I'm sure it smells sweaty as hell right now. Can you show me?"

Almost instantly, Jonas sent a picture of himself, wearing only the jock. It was way too big and baggy on him, and I could see his whole body in all of its unfit glory.

But somehow, it didn't look so bad. Absentmindedly, I squeezed my cock while looking at the picture. Then, with a mental "What the hell", I snapped a selfie for Jonas as well, of me wearing his pink boxer briefs. I didn't care to hide my boner, although it was less obvious than I thought. Might as well give him something to drool over, right?

After I had sent the picture, I looked at myself in the mirror some more. There was disappointingly little pump on my frame considering that I just came back from the gym. In fact, I looked even smaller than before I went to the gym. That couldn't be true, right?

But the bathroom scale confirmed. This was crazy! You didn't just lose five kilograms of body mass just like that. Especially, since my body mass was mostly muscles!

I took another look at the mirror, but it was true: my arms, my legs, even my chest. Everything looked less defined than before. And my chest was pretty smooth, too. I usually shave it, but since I have a high testosterone level or something, there's always a stubble remaining. Not so today. As I felt my chest with my hand, there was only smooth skin. What the hell was going on?

I looked back at my phone, and Jonas had answered again.

Jonas:

"Looks good on you, you should wear it more often! ;)"

Did he really think so? My heartbeat quickened on the praise from Jonas, and I could feel my cock reacting again. It must have gotten soft over the whole panicking, but reading this single line from Jonas was enough for it to strain against the tight underwear again.

Except... It wasn't *that* tight anymore. Sure, it was still a pair of boxer briefs and was supposed to cling to the skin, and it did, but before, my muscular ass, pelvis and of course, my large cock had filled it to the breaking point. Not so anymore. In fact, it fit pretty snugly, and although my cock was hard as a rock, the bulge it produced was much smaller than before.

My phone dinged with another message.

Jonas:

"Are you still there, Tray? You're still in for the gym later?"

Later? I thought we had said tomorrow! And why did he call me Tray? I quickly composed an answer.

Travis:

"Do we have to? I thought we'd said tomorrow."

The answer came immediately.

Jonas:

"Stop whining, Tray! I know you wane be big like I, so you must work hart!"

I cringed from the amount of spelling mistakes, but before I could answer, Jonas sent another Pic.

Was that still the same guy as before?! Sure enough, he was wearing my jockstrap, and the face was similar, but boy was he *ripped*. His arms and legs looked like he basically lived in the gym, and his hairy chest was sitting heavily on his perfectly sculpted eight pack abs. He even had a tattoo!

I looked back to the mirror in distress. I was positively scrawny, and not just in comparison. *My* arms and legs looked like twigs from a tree that were about to break from a strong wind. And were Jonas had all that chest hair and stubble on his chin, I was totally hairless, except for my perfectly styled bleached blonde hair.

I started to hyperventilate and had to lean on the sink to not fall.

What the hell was happening here?!

The phone dinged again, and I picked it up.

Jonas:

"Excpext yu wantto let ur tongue work out insted Todays bitch canceled and I Ned so to worship my "

It was getting really difficult to read, but I got the gist of it. But that wasn't right, right? Jonas was gay, just as me, and... Hold on, I... No, Jonas. Jonas wasn't gay, he was bi. Of course, with that fuck stick inside his smelly jockstrap, he'd fuck everything that moves.

All by itself, my hand had entered my pink boxer briefs and was jerking like crazy. Luckily, there was enough room in the underwear, as it was a bit loose usually. Even with my delicate hands, I couldn't close my hand around my shaft, it was just too small for that. So, I jerked with two fingers until I could finally stop myself. My cock wasn't as important for the upcoming meeting as my beautiful ass and my eager tongue that would submissively lap up every drop of sweat from Jonas manly body, so he would reward me with that magnificent cock of his. But still, no need to spoil the fun.

Tray:

"I'm coming over right now, Sir!"

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Good Boy Cole

"Unghh!"

Cole grunted while pushing up the bar one last time, finishing a set of heavy bench presses, and sat up. Just as he was about to grab his protein shake, he stopped in his track, distracted, and nudged his buddy.

"Hey, Diego. Twelve o'clock. Would you look at that?"

The other man, a Latino called Diego, couldn't help but look in the indicated direction and immediately regretted it. A curvy woman with brunette hair was doing squats, stretching her yoga pants in a way that would make every man look twice. Well, at least every straight man, like Cole, who used every chance to demonstrate just how straight he was. Not so Diego. He was gay, but he knew better than to tell Cole, as this would serve nothing but trouble.

"Damn, look at that ass," Cole announced loudly, making sure both the woman in question, as well as half the gym, could hear him.

"I bet she's much rather bounce on my fat cock than on that mat. I bet she's a moaner."

The anger inside Diego grew. This was hardly the first time, and Cole became less and less bearable lately. His hand clutched the small plastic bag in his pocket, but he restrained himself.

"Cole, what the fuck? At least keep it down. Show some respect!" he hissed.

"Respect? For bitches? Diego, what's wrong with you, bro? Hey!"

The last shout wasn't directed at his friend but at the agitated woman, who walked away with a red head.

"Wrong way, bitch! It's this way to get dicked down in dicktown!"

She quickly scurried away, and Cole laughed.

"Look at that! I love it when they run!"

That was the final straw. Diego used to like Cole, but lately, he had been nothing but an asshole, a misogynist and a homophobe. He took the little plastic bag out of his pocket, and, when his friend was looking away, emptied the powder into his shaker. Perhaps this would teach him a lesson.

Shaking his head, Cole took a deep gulp from his protein shake, not noticing how the sparkly pink powder dissolved in the milky liquid and burped loudly afterwards.

"Anyway. Next set. Spot me, bro, will you?"

He began working the bench again, and Diego smiled.

"Sure thing, bro. You're such a good boy after all."

The trigger phrase took just a few seconds to take effect. All of a sudden, in mid-lift, Cole's face turned red, and his expression changed to a pained, labored one.

"What the fuck, man? Did you increase the weight?"

His voice was strained, and it was clear he was having trouble keeping the bar steady. Diego checked the weights and smirked.

"Hmm. No, they are the same as you always lift."

Cole growled, and the veins on his neck were standing out.

"The fuck, man. I can't hold it! Help me!"

Slowly, the bar sank down towards Cole's bare chest - he had stopped wearing shirts in the gym a few weeks ago to show off his muscular hairy torso to the ladies - and Diego could see panic setting in. He waited until the last moment, when the cold metal had already grazed the other man's chest before he leaned over to help lift it up again, lingering longer than necessary leaned over his friend.

Cole didn't understand what was happening. This couldn't be the same weight as always, it had to be at least double that amount. It didn't help that he had to be rescued by Diego like that, and the natural sweaty musk of the Latino filled his nose. Entirely involuntarily, he felt his cock twitch in his shorts and hoped that Diego didn't see it - which was unlikely, since Cole was, of course, very well endowed.

As a matter of fact, though, Diego was focused on other things. The powder did its job remarkably well, if you knew what to look for. Already, Cole's bulky frame seemed just a bit thinner, and his chest hair, pride of his gym life, was a bit thinner. Diego grinned when Cole couldn't see it. This was going to get good.

"Do you want me to reduce the weights for you?" he asked innocently.

"What? No way! I got this, just have to change my grip."

"Suit yourself! You got this, good boy!"

Cole gritted his teeth and pushed against the metal bar again, trying with all his strength to lift it up, to restore his manly honor. But it was no use, and the bar wouldn't even move, as more changes set in.

"Fuck! There's no way this IS..."

He stopped immediately as his voice cracked.

"I mean there's..."

What came out of his mouth now was not his voice. It was at least one octave higher than it was supposed to be. How embarrassing was that?

"What the fuck?!" He tried to lower his voice to a rumble, but what was coming out now sounded more like Mickey Mouse with a cold than his usual manly voice.

Meanwhile, the changes in his body were proceeding as well. His proudest feature - his thick mat of chest hair - was receding rapidly. Within seconds, it vanished completely, leaving him smooth as a baby seal.

Diego tried very hard not to laugh out loud now and gave Cole a few moments to take it in as the changes came to a halt. Then, he couldn't help himself anymore.

"Hey, did you shave? Looks good, boy!"

"Shut... Shut the fuck up!"

Cole's head was burning, and he needed to get out, get a grip on what was happening.

"I need to pee."

He got up and felt a rush of vertigo. His body felt wrong somehow, but he pretended nothing was wrong and steered towards the men's room door. But apparently, Diego wouldn't let him get away that easily.

"Good call. I got to take a leak, too."

Cole couldn't say much against that and so he ended up at one of the urinals, with Diego right next to him, although there were only a few other guys in the room, and a lot of free spots.

With no hesitation, Diego whipped out his ample dick and aimed it at the bowl, starting with a trickle, as if deliberately taking it slow.

Cole gulped and nestled with his gym shorts, not sure why he was stealing glances at Diego's dick next to him. When he finally managed to get his own tool out, though, his blood froze.

His dick was... Small. Even though his groin was mysteriously as hairless as his chest now, it didn't help to measure up the dick attached, which was not tiny, but considerably smaller than what Cole was used to. Probably even below the male average now. But as bad as this was, it wasn't even the worst thing.

He was hard. He had not noticed because his cock was so small now, but he was sporting a boner. Right here, in the men's room, at the urinals. And the sight of Diego's large meat didn't help to get rid of it, either. Cole understood nothing anymore, and this was quickly turning out to be the worst day of his life. He just stood there, staring at the boner in his hand, neither able to piss nor comprehend.

"What's the matter, Cole? Why are you not pissing?"

Diego looked over shamelessly, bursting into laughter at the sight.

"Wow, is that all you're packing, good boy? I guess 'little Coco' is not half as big as you always say, right, Coco? And is that a fucking boner? Jesus, you sick pup, getting wood in the toilet?"

Cole's head was swimming. Diego hadn't talked loudly, so the other men in the bathroom had not heard, but that made it only marginally better. This was fucking humiliating! Panicking, he backed away into a stall, his whole body shaking as he locked the door and let himself fall against the wall.

What was wrong with him? Was this some kind of sickness? Was he hallucinating? He closed his eyes and tried to breathe, willing his erection down while more changes washed over him. While his body was shrinking and getting weaker, bulging biceps shrinking away into thin twig-like and his hair was getting lighter, a bit longer and considerably better styled. But his body wasn't the only thing changing. As much as he tried, he just couldn't get Diego out of his mind, and his small cock twitched with need. Unable to resist, his hand went into his shorts, taking his needy cock out and starting to rub it between two fingers. A low moan escaped his throat and almost without his doing, his other hand went to unlock the stall door, opening it just a small gap. He had to see Diego, and his cock, as much as he was ashamed about it, so he peeked out of the crack. The Latino was still standing at the urinal, unapologetically holding his slab of meat, directing his manly stream into the dirty gym bathroom equipment.

Everything about the picture was just so... Hot. He shouldn't feel this way about Diego, or any guy, but fuck. His chest hair. His pit hair. His musk. The sound of his piss hitting the bowl. His dick! Oh, his magnificent big dick! As Diego's stream ended and he shook off the last drops, Cole was beyond control. He closed his eyes and jerked furiously, unable to stop himself from moaning so loudly the entire room could hear it.

Just as he crossed the edge, his stall door was ripped open, suddenly exposing him to a grinning Diego and all the other guys in the room.

Cole wanted to die from shame, but Coco couldn't help himself. With an almost girly moan, a few sorry spurts of watery cum erupted from his tiny dick, coating his hand and sending a few drops flying over onto Diego's manly tights.

Cruel laughter erupted, and Coco felt helpless tears well up in his eyes as Diego's voice captured his attention.

"Well, well, well. Look who's jerking off in the bathroom stall, ogling real men. What a show, right, gentlemen?"

He waited a moment for more laughter at Coco's expense, then continued,

"But look at that. You hit me with your pathetic jizz. Is that how a good boy is supposed to behave?"

Coco shook his head meekly and hated himself for it, as the next changes set in. His ass was swelling in his gym shorts that changed color to a hot pink tone, hugging his lean frame tightly now.

"Thought so. Come with me."

His first impulse was to comply, but he resisted, not giving in just yet. But the next thing he felt was Diego's large hand effortlessly grabbing his neck and dragging him out of the stall.

He tried to resist, but his body was weak and pathetic, not having nearly enough strength to escape the grip, and his will was weak, too. A part of him didn't want to resist. He wanted this, to be humiliated, to be dragged out like that, to be shown his place. And this part was getting stronger and stronger just as his face was changing. It was becoming more effeminate, his jawline shrinking away, his nose becoming smaller, his lips fuller. His tongue was flicking out over those lips unconsciously, like a dog's.

Diego didn't stop until they were in the middle of the crowded locker room, in full view of all the half-naked men changing. Then he grabbed Coco's blond hair and pushed him to his knees in front of him.

"Clean up your mess. With your tongue."

It wasn't a question or a suggestion. It was a command, plain and simple, and the last parts of Cole tried to resist. But once Diego unceremoniously pushed Coco's face into his thighs, he couldn't stop himself from sticking out his tongue, lapping at the sweaty surface sprinkled with his own pathetic cum, only able to think about how good Diego's sweat tasted.

"Look at that bitch. Such a good boy. I bet he wants a reward, right? It's okay. Go for it."

Coco wanted to protest, to shout, to scream, to do anything, really, but he didn't. He was still lapping at Diego's thigh, cleaning him and getting high from his musk and sweat, and he could only nod weakly.

There, mere centimeters from his face, was what Diego was referring to, what Coco needed, like a drug. Diego's crotch, the enormous bulge that was his cock, and his full balls. There was no resisting. He dived in, lapping at the fabric-covered balls, then moving higher to the cock itself, not daring to remove it from the shorts. Without a word, Diego grabbed Coco's blond hair again, pulled out his cock and shoved him onto it.

Coco would have given much to not be so needy, but here he was, moaning loudly in front of all the guys he used to rival with. He was well aware that multiple phone cameras were recording the scene, but when the tip of Diego's cock entered his mouth, traces of piss still clinging to it, all he could think about was the taste, the sensation of a big fat cock down his throat.

Diego smirked, seeing his former friend reduced to a cock sucking twink — his bitch, entirely — and grabbed his hair to move him around like a toy, as the last changes settled, completing the transformation. Coco's face was cute, his lips puffy and full now, his body lithe and elegant, without any trace of body hair. His greedy throat was ready for deep throating any length, and his ass was full and round, promising yet another needy hole to get stuffed. Coco's cock had been reduced to a tiny nub, making him entirely dependent on real men for his pleasure.

"That's right, bitch. Keep sucking that dick. Who knows, if you're a good boy, maybe once I'm through with you, these other fine gentlemen will have their way with your filthy holes as well."

The trigger phrase had lost its power, but the prospect of becoming the locker room whore was more than enough for Coco to double his efforts.

All around him, every single man was already pulling out their cocks in anticipation, not wanting to miss the opportunity to put the twink who used to be obnoxious Cole in his place. And even though Cole was still in there and hated every second, Coco couldn't wait to be of service.

A tf going the opposite direction for once. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Sometimes Mick felt a little bad about what he’d do. He would transform and mess with men every now and then, experimenting with a variety of victims. Guys who were jerks and needed to be taken down a peg, guys who were good Samaritans and deserved a reward, and some who were just minding their own business. It was the latter that was the most difficult to deal with. Still, whenever that urge to have fun rolled around, it was next to impossible to ignore it.

That just so happened to be the case as Mick relaxed in the sauna at the gym that he frequented. He had no idea who the two muscular men were who walked in after him, one in his mid-fifties while the other was in his early thirties. The way they chatted with one another made it sound like they were friends or at least work out buddies — the older one seemed to be more knowledgeable about workout plans and diets than the younger.

Mick smirked and stood up to leave the sauna, snapping his fingers as he exited the door.

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Adam sat on the sauna bench, enjoying how the hot steam relaxed his tense muscles after his strenuous workout. “Damn,” he huffed, rolling his neck to the side to pop it, “that kicked the crap out of me.”

The older man, Vlad, smirked and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I told you I can whip you into shape,” he chuckled. “We’ll have you contest-ready in no time.”

Adam was interested in getting into natural bodybuilding, and after searching online, had managed to find Vlad who was a certified personal trainer. The older guy had years of experience when it came to helping others bulk up to incredible sizes, so Adam was eager to hire him. Lo and behold, it was only his first session with the guy, and he was already feeling as if his muscles were on fire.

The two men talked about workout plans, not really noticing when the other gym patron left the sauna, snapping his fingers behind him. There was an odd electric feel to the thick, steamy air that passed as soon as it had come.

Adam massaged his already sore pectoral, winded from the workout his trainer had put him through. Still, the results were promising and he found himself incredibly excited for tomorrow’s workout. He glanced over at the older man.

“So, like, what’s the workout plan for tomorrow, Daddy?” he asked in a voice that sounded like it’d shot up several octaves, sounding comical coming from his bulky body. He jerked back in confusion and cleared his throat a couple times, wondering if the steam was just messing with it and making it sound weird; but that didn’t explain the odd inflections or why he’d referred to the older man as ‘Daddy’.

Even Vlad scrunched up his face in confusion, eying the younger man up and down. “I’m gonna work those tight glutes of yours, Babe,” he grunted, his voice sounding deeper and rougher than it had earlier. The older man’s eyes widened in shock at what had left his mouth and he scratched at his chest in wonder, wincing when he felt much more hair on it than usual. 

Sure enough, when he looked down at himself, his chiseled chest was covered in dense salt-and-pepper colored hair. What shocked him the most was that his nipples had seemingly inflated, sticking out of the hairy forest by at least half and inch.

“Damn, Boy, Daddy’s nips have gotten so big for ya to suck on,” he heard himself playfully growl, blood draining from his face at his words.

Adam shot to his feet in a panic, his heart racing in his chest. “Daddy, like, what is even happening to us?” he twittered, waving his hands effeminately as he began to fret. He had no idea why he or Vlad were speaking so differently and he began to wonder if it was the steam that was affecting their brains. “Like, maybe this steam is fucking with our heads?”

The two men rushed out of the steam room and stood out in the vacant locker room, both of them panting from a mixture of the heat from the sauna and from the trepidation that filled their worried bodies.

It took them both a second to realize that in their hurry to get out of the sauna and catch their breath, they didn’t notice that they were standing uncomfortably close to one another: Vlad had his buff arm wrapped around Adam’s waist, the latter resting one of his hands on the the former’s hairier chest.

Both men took a quick step away from one another, blushing furiously. Neither of them wanted to admit that they wanted to step closer though, opting to look anywhere but at the other.

Adam took a nervous breath and readied himself to see if all the weirdness really was just due to the steam. “So, like, that was suuuuper weird,” he said, his heart falling at the words that left his mouth.

At the worried look that crossed over Adam’s features, Vlad felt an unknown protective surge inside of him, and he stepped forward and enveloped the smaller man in his arms. He was shocked by his actions, having never held another man so intimately before, but he couldn’t deny that he liked it. “Relax, Baby,” he said. “Let’s go home and figure this out.”

Adam was so focused on how much he loved to have his face shoved in the older man’s hairy chest that he didn’t register that, somehow, the two men knew that they lived together. He nodded and reluctantly pulled himself away from the older man. “Like, that sounds like a great idea, Daddy,” he muttered, pausing when he looked at the other man, staring straight ahead to only see Vlad’s clavicles. “Oh em gee! I, like, totally shrunk!”

When they’d started their workout this morning, Adam had actually been taller than Vlad by at least two inches, but now that he looked at the older man, he realized that he was now the shorter of the two. In his panic, he let his towel fall to the ground.

Vlad winced and fought the lust that ran throughout his hairy body as he stared at the naked man before him. He felt himself lick his lips hungrily as he looked at his younger companion’s bulging pecs and chiseled abs, running his gaze downward to the the two-inch nub that poked out above a set of balls that resembled cherry tomatoes.

“Oh shit,” he grunted. “Babe, please don’t panic, but I think I’m gonna have a lot more fun with your ass than your cock.”

“Like, what are you talking about?” Adam asked, cocking his eyebrow. He looked down at himself in confusion. When he saw his shrunken equipment, he let out a loud shriek of terror. “Like, what happened to my nub?!” He stomped his foot in frustration. “My nub! No, my nub! Fuck me! I don’t have a nub, I have a c-c- NUB!”

“Relax, Babe, you’re gettin’ all worked up,” Vlad said in a calm voice. “Daddy will take care of everything.”

“That’s, like, totally easy for you to say!” Adam spat, putting both of his hands on his hips as he talked. “I, like, get stuck with this puny nub, while you get a big, juicy cock!” He gestured forward at the older man.

Vlad glanced down and nearly fainted when he saw the large tent in his towel. He quickly tossed the cloth to the floor and stared wide-eyed at the foot long cock that was as large as a beer can and balls that were as big as oranges. It waved wildly in front of him and leaked precum the more he looked at the smaller (in both senses of the word) man.

“Daddy, like what happened to us?” Adam panicked, his pathetic nub throbbing with want the more he stared at the older man. “Like, why am I sooooo horny right now?”

Vlad wanted nothing more than to figure out what was wrong too so that they could fix it and return to their normal relationship as trainer and client. However, deep down, the new feelings inside of him made it so that a part of him really didn’t want to go back. “Daddy will take care of that for ya, Babe,” he cooed, walking forward and wrapping his arms around the younger stud affectionately. He bent down and began to kiss up the panicked man’s jawline.

Adam was overcome with such a surge of lust and love for the older man who he called ‘Daddy’, and before he could register what was happening, the two of them were making out in the locker room. The two men felt one another up and it wasn’t long before Vlad was on his back and Adam was bouncing on his cock, grasping both of the older man’s inflated nipples. The two of them heatedly made love in the locker room, being known as the gym’s cutest couple from then on.

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Testing a New Supplement

Here's a fun story I wrote for a contest on Gayspiralstories. I didn't place, but it was still fun to write! I'll have to write some more!

“So, what is this exactly?” Viktor asked as he examined the pink capsule pill that was handed to him. It looked like an ordinary pill from any generic vitamin store, but it was allegedly some sort of miracle drug on the cusp of a science breakthrough.

Ethan adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses as he animatedly gestured at the pill. “It’s the latest and greatest in pharmacology,” the nerd explained. “I’ve been working day and night all year to develop this drug. It’s a world class steroid that will help guys build mass, almost instantaneous.”

“‘Instantaneous’? Bullshit,” Viktor scoffed as he studied the pill some more.

When Viktor’s college roommate, Ethan, had eagerly rushed back to their dorm to announce that some members of his biology department were assisting with the development of the new miracle steroid supplement and needed volunteers (paid volunteers), he’d immediately brought a prototype over to Viktor.

Viktor practically lived in the gym, perfecting his body so that he could maintain his position as the star player on the college baseball team. His body was blessed with toned and impressive muscles, and Viktor loved to show them off. He frequently wore tight shirts that displayed his chiseled pecs, and form-fitting jeans that cupped his toned butt and allowed a sneak peek at his sizable bulge. The jock was a total hunk, and Viktor knew it. And he absolutely used his good looks to his advantage, earning himself a reputation as a total ladies’ man on campus, sleeping his way through sororities left and right.

Viktor was known as a total alpha.

It was ironic that he’d gotten stuck with Ethan as a roommate.

Ethan was a total nerd, through and through. The short, skinny dweeb was so utterly tiny, and he wore thick glasses that made him look all buggy. It was obvious that the little guy had a thing for his hunky roommate; and despite having zero interest in guys, Viktor would sometimes tease the little guy by walking around their shared dorm in nothing but his boxer briefs, letting his chiseled pecs be on full display for the nerd to drool over.

Even now as Viktor held the little experimental pill in his grip, he was clad in just his mesh shorts, having just returned from the gym. His pectoral muscles were pumped from chest day.

Ethan shrugged his narrow shoulders. “That’s why the biology department’s paying you thirty dollars, to find out.”

“True,” Viktor hummed. “Thirty bucks is thirty bucks.”

Viktor popped the pill into his mouth, swallowing it down dry.

“Great!” Ethan virtually cheered. “Now all we have to do is monitor and record the results. How’re you feeling now?”

“I feel fine,” Viktor snorted, rolling his eyes at the nerd’s eagerness. He couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly at the thought of some sort of brand new steroid promising results in a few minutes. If anything, he figured he’d just get a minor stomach ache later in the night. “Maybe I got a placebo— UUGHhhh!”

Viktor felt all of his powerful muscles tense up at once, making it look like he was flexing. His body felt really warm, as if he’d just finished a marathon, sweat starting to drip down from his pores in a snap. However, the jock’s attention quickly became alerted to the fact that his impressive seven-and-a-half inch cock rocketed straight to attention, tenting out his gym shorts noticeably.

At first, the stud blushed at being rock hard in front of the small gay guy, but his mind was quickly overcome by a heavy haze of lust. His cock throbbed and ached for release, and Viktor could barely control himself, instinctually reaching down to tear his shorts away so he could take care of it.

Ethan chuckled as the large, alpha stud jerked himself off. Viktor wanted to bark at him and tell him to go away, but he was far too concerned with what he was starting to feel— or what he wasn’t feeling. No matter how hard or long he tugged on his hard cock, he couldn’t feel the regular jolts of pleasure emanating from it.

Viktor grit his teeth as he jerked himself off, but he was getting nowhere near climax. In fact, he could only feel his sexual tension starting to build, his knees weakening and his heart racing as he grew desperate to get off. He even knitted his eyebrows as his throbbing cock elicited zero sexual responses.

“Uhhhh, what’s happening?” Viktor whined, his voice cracking as his cock continued to spasm.

“Just relax,” Ethan said, his voice low and calculating. “You’re a part of a medical science breakthrough.”

Viktor’s face was cherry red as his large bicep flexed with power as he jerked his hard cock, all to no avail. He then winced when he felt his other muscled arm moving on its own accord, without any thought of his own, reaching around himself to his backside. His eyes widened when he felt one of his thick fingers pausing above his tight hole.

“OOOhhhh!” Viktor squealed with pleasure as he inserted a finger inside. His toes curled and his eyes rolled back as he fingered himself in front of his roommate. Viktor had never been penetrated before, and while he maintained the slightest coherence to be begging himself to stop, he’d never felt such pleasure. Viktor’s embarrassment was quickly clouded over as the stud heatedly fingered himself, adding another and then a third one, his mouth wide open as he loudly moaned like a needy slut.

Waves of pleasure crashed over the moaning jock until he could feel a sort of pressure starting to grow inside of him, getting larger and larger until it felt as if a bubble burst.

“GGNnnuuaaa!” Viktor cried as he came, his thick cock spasming as he blew his load all over his muscled chest. His fingers still securely lodged in his ass, Viktor’s massive pecs heaved as he tried to catch his breath after possibly blowing the largest load of his life. “What the fuck was that— uuughhh!” He tensed up, his cock shooting straight up and blowing another large load, his muscles twitching with masculine power as he came.

“It’s working!” Ethan exclaimed excitedly.

Before he could ask what the nerd had meant by that, Viktor felt his impressive muscles tense up as he seemingly was stuck in a perpetual orgasm. His cock kept throbbing and cumming, shooting load after load as the stunned college jock moaned loudly with each burst. Viktor looked down, his face beet red from humiliation before going ghostly white when he noticed something horrible.

Every time his cock blew a load, it grew smaller and smaller. It was still rock hard, but as it throbbed and came, it got yanked further into his body, getting tinier by the second.

“Wh-what!?” Viktor sputtered as he came and reached down at to grab at his shrinking cock, but then he felt something else behind him.

As he shuffled his feet, Viktor felt an unknown jiggling sensation emanating from his backside. The panicked stud looked over his broad shoulder and gasped loudly as he witnessed his proportional butt shudder and pull away from him, growing larger and rounder with each passing second.

“What’s happening to meeeee?” Viktor moaned as he kept cumming, panicking as his cock shrank and his butt grew, all the while the other man kept eying him hungrily as he changed.

Viktor’s ass ballooned out from his back, defying gravity as it blew up. It jutted out at a near ninety degree angle from his back, forming a perfect shelf. The cheeks bounced and jiggled from every slight move that the frantic stud made, sending bolts of electric pleasure straight to his cumming cock. Even his thighs packed on a little meat to accommodate the increased weight at his backside, growing closer together as they constantly rubbed against one another, forcing his tiny cock out front and center.

His butt grew so large that his fingers were forced out of his hole, not able to reach, and the growing sexual tension-fueled pressure inside of him grew to obscene levels, making Viktor desperate to feel stuffed again.

“Uuughhh!” Viktor shrieked as he blew his final load, left spent and gasping for breath as he rested a hand against the wall. His mind tried to piece everything together, but all he could seem to really focus on was the unsettling feeling of emptiness that his giant bubblebutt felt.

“It worked!” Ethan victoriously cried, eying the microdicked, bottomheavy stud with a devious glance.

With a loud gasp, Viktor was finally able to recompose himself, his mind filling with panic over his mysterious transformation. He mobbed past the smaller man, rushing down the hallway. His gait resembled more of a waddle with his thickened thighs, and as he moved, the stud winced as he felt his massive, new cheeks bounce and roll over each other. What was even more alarming was how each movement of his massive ass sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to his small cock, which was still rock hard.

“Fuck!” Viktor shouted when he confronted his new form in the bathroom mirror.

His ass wasn’t just big, it was enormous! Viktor’s face was stark white as he examined his new physique. His butt had inflated to such large proportions that he could see the sides of his rounded cheeks from the front. His muscled torso kept its same size and shape, his massive pecs looming over a trimmed waist that then widened out to a giant pair of cheeks that were about the size of beach balls. No matter how impressive his pecs were, no matter how cute his smile was, and no matter how round his biceps were, Viktor knew that his giant bubblebutt would now forever be the focus of his body. As he turned to and fro to examine his new body, his huge ass bounce and jiggled, seemingly in constant movement.

The former alpha frowned when he saw the tiny one inch nub that his cock had become. It was still rock hard, but it was barely noticeable at its new size. Out of instinct, Viktor reached down and grabbed it, only able to hold it with his thumb and index due to how small it had become. It was embarrassingly tiny.

“What’s wrong, Stud?” Ethan asked as he walked up to him, enjoying how the larger man shuddered when he ran an admiring hand over his cresting ass.

“What— how— why?” Viktor sputtered as he tried to piece together what had happened to him. He knew for a fact that no one would ever look at him the same, that he’d immediately lost his alpha status thanks to the small cock he now possessed.

“You just helped with a scientific breakthrough,” Ethan told the bottomheavy hunk. “We were developing a supplement to see if we could turn the biggest, manliest jock into a musclebutt slut.”

Viktor’s eyes widened at what he heard. “Wh-what?”

“Just think about it: you are Exhibit A now. You’re proof that the straightest alpha male can be turned into a needy bottom who is built to bring pleasure to other men. That massive booty of yours is the perfect cushion for an alpha male to dominate, and that tiny cock of yours will make sure that all of your pleasure receptors are in that big butt now. See? You’re now the perfect bottom!”

Viktor’s pecs heaved as he tried to process what he’d just learned. Not only had his cock shrank and his butt inflated, but apparently the drug had also turned him into a needy bottom slut.

The jock looked over at the nerd beside him, the air in his throat drying up. Despite his panic, Viktor couldn’t help but notice how cute Ethan looked with his soft brown hair and little dimples. He felt a slight pressure in his crotch and looked downward, expecting to be hard. His little one inch cocklet looked unchanged, yet when he reached down and felt it, Viktor paled when he realized that he was in fact rock hard. He was just too small to notice.

But the throbbing in his tiny cock paled in comparison to the deep hunger that he felt in his inflated butt. The jock shuffled his feet with want, every shift and ripple from his booty making his nub throb even more. An intense itch formed deep within his inflated ass, and it grew with such fervor that he could barely think about anything else.

“What is it?” Ethan smirked, noting Viktor’s pained expression.

Viktor’s face burned bright red, and before he registered it, he heard himself blurt out, “I need you to fuck my slutty butt!”

“Well, go ahead and get to the bedroom then,” Ethan hummed.

On cue, Viktor hurried out of the bathroom towards Ethan’s room. His face was bright red due to the nonstop jiggling from his big butt and the absent sensations from his crotch, but his desire to get stuffed overtook it all.

The jock threw himself onto the bed on all fours, arcing his back and shoving his bubblebutt towards the nerd.

Viktor let out a low bellow as the other man entered him, moaning as he began to pick up speed. His inflated butt rippled as he thrusted himself back, sending massive shockwaves of pleasure throughout him, making his bulky muscles twitch. The entire time, his tiny cock uselessly sputtered out an embarrassingly small amount of cum.

His massive bubblebutt elicited nothing but pleasure, and before long, Viktor basked in the glow that getting fucked by the other man gave him. He couldn’t stop the slutty moans from escaping his lips, and the jock shoved his face down into the pillow as he flexed his cheeks, eagerly milking the nerd’s cock.

Ethan tensed up and came; and as he was filled, Viktor’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. He struggled to catch his breath as his entire body tingled, feeling electrified.

Steadily, as the sex-driven fog cleared from his frazzled mind, the shock of his transformation settled in.

“Ohhh, you can’t leave me like this!” Viktor begged, pawing at his pathetic nub and wiggling his hips, his massive butt jiggling wildly.

“Don’t worry, Vik,” Ethan cooed, “the supplement should’ve made it so that you’ll love living your new life as musclebutt.” To prove his point, he roughly swatted the jock’s enormous cheeks.

“Ooh!” Viktor squeaked as his microdick spat out a meager amount of cum.

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“Ready?” Ethan asked, dressed up in a suit that made the normally geeky young man look handsome. He peeked behind the curtain, marveling at the large crowd of people from the scientific community who attended the symposium.

Viktor swallowed loudly as he shuffled his feet nervously, his tiny nub throbbing as he examined his roommate in his black suit. “Um, I guess so,” he muttered unconvincingly.

The smaller man mock frowned. “What’s wrong, Big Guy?” he asked, placing a sympathetic hand on Viktor’s broad shoulder.

The former college jock blushed as he stared at the mirror that was placed backstage. Instead of wearing a suit like the nerd, Viktor had been instructed to wear his jockstrap… and nothing else. The usual cocky stud used to have absolutely zero problem with showing off his muscled body, and he could vividly recall peacocking in the gym with his massive chest muscles on full display for all to gawk at. However, now he felt incredibly exposed and humiliated.

His enormous bubblebutt protruded out the back of the jockstrap, being lifted slightly by the constricting straps. Instead of looking confident, the jock looked hesitant to parade around with his beach ball sized rear shifting and bouncing behind him. Still, no other pair of pants would fit him, leaving him wearing next to nothing and just letting his big booty be on full display wherever he waddled. Worse was that the front pouch was loose and baggy, illustrating how much the hunk was lacking.

“Um, n-nothing,” Viktor relented. It’d been three weeks since his transformation, and although he was still horrified over being turned into a slutty, microdicked power bottom— he was still incredibly turned on. Night after night, Ethan or one of his old teammates from the baseball team would take turns fucking him. Although he’d hated having such a big booty at first, Viktor’s massive cheeks brought the jock nothing but pleasure, and he even began to look forward to getting fucked, eagerly awaiting the next time a thick cock would be deep inside of him.

Even now, his little nub was rock hard and barely even tenting out the front of his jockstrap, just from noting how cute Ethan looked in his suit. That familiar needy sensation formed in his ass, and Viktor wondered if they had time to squeeze in a quicky before Ethan needed to go onstage.

Ethan checked his watch. “Whelp, it’s time for me to go out,” he said. “I’ll call you out in a sec.” He playfully swatted Viktor’s bubblebutt.

“Ooohhh!” Viktor moaned, shooting a meager load into his jockstrap. It was nothing like what it used to be, but the stud still panted as he tried to catch his breath, feeling tingles on his inflated butt from where the other man had touched it.

The crowd erupted into applause as Ethan walked up to the podium. After tapping the microphone, he began to speak:

“Good evening esteemed members of the science community. For years, us nerds and small tops have been typecasted as bottoms. But no more. Gentlemen, I am here today to declare that we have successfully created a new supplement one-hundred percent guaranteed to turn the biggest, most cocky alpha male into the neediest buttslut around. May I present, Exhibit A!”

That was Viktor’s cue.

After taking a deep breath, Viktor waddled out onto the stage.

The crowd erupted into loud cheers and awed gasps as the bottomheavy stud waddled out towards the podium. The whole time, Viktor’s face burned with humiliation and he felt as if he’d burst into flames at any second; however, his little cocklet throbbed with intense want as he moved. His massive bubblebutt shifted and jiggled behind him, many of the men in the crowd whistling at him in a catcalling manner.

Ethan smiled warmly at the altered jock and then continued. “Our new supplement will increase the libido of the male, as well as the size and sensitivity of his glutes. It also programs him to respond sexually to any male stimuli. And in order to solidify his status as a bottom, it will cause the phallus to reduce in size by upwards to ninety percent.” He turned to Viktor. “Exhibit A, if you may.”

Viktor’s face looking like a tomato, the jock hooked his thumbs into the straps of the jockstrap and tugged it downward.

The crowd marveled at the jock’s one inch microdick, and despite how humiliated he was, a bead of precum was already starting to ooze out Viktor’s nub.

Viktor glanced out over the crowd, realizing that everyone in attendance was male. Immediately, his nub throbbed even more and he couldn’t help but flex his massive butt with want. He was embarrassed and wanted nothing more than to hide somewhere off stage, but another part of him instantly began to fantasize about getting his big butt stuffed full of cock after cock— from every guy in the audience. He was so caught up in his horny daze that it took the jock a moment to realize that he’d been massaging his inflated cheeks with both hands, unable to stop even when he became aware.

“And for those of you who are more chest guys, we have been trying to develop a supplement to suit your needs. Exhibit A was given a dose this morning with his morning coffee,” Ethan explained.

Viktor jerked back in shock at what he’d heard. “Wait, what— uughhh!”

Vitkor spasmed and felt as if his chest were on fire, like he’d just finished an intense chest day at the gym. His nipples tingled, and then the bottomheavy jock’s jaw dropped as he watched his pecs begin to inflate and round out. The muscled mounds grew outwards from his chest, obstructing his view of anything below them. His nipples even increased in size, inflating into large nubs that stuck off his muscletits tantalizingly, looking more like thumbs.

“Oooohhh!” Viktor squealed as he came, his cocklet shooting out a tiny amount of cum for the entire audience to witness. The now curvy stud paled as he poked and prodded at his muscletits, embarrassed to find that his enlarged chest also elicited the same pleasurable sensations as his massive ass.

The crowd once again cheered as they admired the curvy jock with large pecs that protruded off his chest like a shelf, nearly swallowing his neck; and an even bigger butt.

Viktor knew that the college jock with the proportional body that women lusted over, was gone. And in his place was a curvy, microdicked powerbottom who begged for cock on the daily. He paled at mental images of himself strutting around the gym with a massive butt and humongous pecs… but then he thought about all of the handsome jocks on his baseball team. A lot of them had large muscles as well, and even larger cocks.

Viktor’s nub throbbed again as it hardened, and the stud couldn’t help but reach up and toy with an inflated nipple.

“Do you have anything to say, Viktor?” Ethan asked him, a smirk on his face.

Viktor’s brain was taken over with his horny daze, and despite himself, the former jock dropped onto all fours and wagged his bubblebutt towards the nerd. He even noted how his muscletits squished together as he rested on his hands, having to reposition his arms around their exaggerated size.

“Just please fuck me!” Viktor begged, his deep voice cracking by the surge of lust that took over his body. The stud let out a low, bellowing moan as Ethan slid himself inside of his tight hole, almost loving how many other guys were watching the whole ordeal.

His massive booty jiggling and his enlarged pecs bouncing with every thrust, the moaning Viktor basked in the immense pleasure that washed over him in tidal waves. Sure a small part of him was horrified over what he’d become, but a louder part loved every second of it— getting fucked every day and having his body built for nothing but the upmost sexual pleasure.

Viktor loved his massive booty and enormous pecs (and even his little cock), and he knew deep down that he’d need to convince other guys on the baseball team to take part in the drug trials.

But he’d need to have them fuck him before their cocks shrink, of course.

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The Fat Suit

(A short story)

Eric was driving home from a long day of work. On his way home he passes a sign that says garage sale. Normally Eric wasn’t really interested in stuff like that but for some reason this one caught his eye. Pulling in he sees it’s huge there’s tons of stuff and even weirder no one else is there except for the person running it. Eric gets out of his car and takes a look around nothing really catching his eye. Eric finding himself at the back of the garage sale funds something odd. Picking it up it’s heavy and huge. Wait it’s a fat suit Eric thinks to himself. This thing is huge! Eric thinking this is all one big joke brings it over to the owner. Eric ask the owner how much it is and to his surprise it’s only 10 dollars. Eric as a joke buys the fat suit and leaves. Getting home Eric hauls it in laying down on his kitchen table. Eric’s all ways wondered what it was like to be fat. Eric has always been really fit as his job is working at the gym and he keeps a pretty strict diet. So Eric just wanted to test what it is like kinda like as a joke. Eric unloads his car and turns on the TV for some background noise. Ah the perfect Friday night he thinks to himself. Eric couldn’t wait any longer he wanted to try on the fat suit see what it was like to be that size. Eric takes off his shirt revealing his six pac and he picks up the fat suit surprisingly being heavier then he thought. It took him a minute to get all the straps on and adjusted but there is was. He looked huge obese even. His gut hanged low being a real big bear belly. Speaking a beer he pulls a six pack of beer out of the fridge and waddles to his recliner chair. Eric bring his shirt with him and try’s to put it back on but its wasn’t even close barley making it past his head. Eric gives up and cracks open his beer and reclines back into his seat. This is the life he thinks to himself. Eric slowly drifts to sleep not being able to stay awake and finish the football game. Eric awakes in a cold sweat the time on his phone reads 3:47 am. Damn it’s still early he thinks to himself as he reclines up on his chair. He finds it harder to stand up remembering he feel asleep with the fat suit on. Eric waddles to his bedroom and plops into bed with the fat suit on. Eric’s to tired to take it off it was a hassle to put on in the first place it’s will also be a hassle to take off too he thinks. Waking up in the morning Eric feels heavy and sluggish but it’s probably just from the fat suit he’s wearing. Eric rolls out of bed and stands up but almost immediately falls back down. Damn this suit really weights a lot giving it a smack. We’ll time to take it off Eric thinks. Reaching for the strap in the back Eric can’t seem to find it, like it got lost of disappeared. Eric stressed he smacks his belly. It wobbles up and down sloshing but the worst part of it all Eric could fell it. Eric realizes there is no longer a fat suit this is Eric’s new belly. He’s a part of the dad bod group now…

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Stealing Brock's Reflection, Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

"Fuuuuuck yes," moaned Ethan as he lifted Brock's arm to flex, bushy pits on full display. He was alone in Brock's room, surrounded by that aphrodisiac jock smell. He and Tyler had gotten home from their outing a short while ago and each headed to their rooms to wrap up the day.

Ethan, of course, wasn't tired quite yet. He'd been pent up since the workout at the gym, smelling Brock's musk the whole time since. Finally alone, he'd wasted no time throwing off his shirt and revealing that glorious new body of his.

"You love these fucking pits," he said as he stared at the mirror, long-time fantasy of his playing out before his eyes. He took a big whiff, then licked the precious sweat from Brock's wiry hairs. It tasted salty and oh so wonderful.

He stood up and made a double-bicep pose, the obscene bulge in his gym shorts becoming prominently displayed. "You like my huge jock cock?" he smirked to the mirror, twitching his dick for good measure.

"How about these massive tits?" he continued, bouncing both pecs. He slipped off his shorts, tossing them aside. Brock's erection looked vacuum sealed in the sweaty boxer briefs he was wearing. The view didn't last long, as Ethan slipped those off and immediately brought the crotch of the underwear to his face.

He took another big sniff before sighing contentedly. "That's what a man smells like," he cockily told the mirror. "And it's 100% me."

His hand ran down his sculpted chest and abs, before pausing at Brock's blonde bush. He smeared some of that groin sweat on his hand and brought it up for another sniff. It was as potent as ever, and Ethan kept his hand there as his other hand wrapped Brock's underwear around his cock. He grunted as he started to jerk off to his reflection, giving into primal urges. He rutted into his own hand, intoxicated on his scent and drunk on the image of himself flexing.

At long last, he fully flexed his huge arms, abs, and pecs and couldn't hold any longer, cum spraying from Brock's dick. As before, there was a lot of it, much coating the mirror even though Ethan tried to catch it in the underwear. In his haze he took the cum-filled underwear and stuffed it in his mouth, afterglow mingling with the salty damp taste of ball sweat and jock cum. He rubbed his cum-covered hand over Brock's abs, enjoying the feel of it smearing over the well- muscled torso.

"I can't go back," he said, realizing the truth in his mind. Sure, he could probably return to the mirror and get his reflection back. But he knew that wasn't an option for him mentally any more. He was committed to being the new Brock. His old life could get declared missing for all he cared. Not like his dad would notice for weeks anyways.

Ethan studiously made sure to clean up his post-sex mess, though he noted the effort it took to clean up how much cum Brock produced likely influenced why there were so many cumstains on Brock's things. He tossed the used gym clothes in the hamper, then glanced at the packed suitcase in the room.

In all likelihood, the move was happening tomorrow. If Ethan went with the Rourke family, then there pretty much was no going back. He felt strangely at peace with that.

His solemn reverie was interrupted by a loud knock at the door, followed by a shout of, "Where is he, Tyler?!"

It took Ethan a second to recognize it, but that was clearly his former voice! For the sake of not getting arrested, he slipped on a pair of yellow lounge shorts, not bothering with underwear. With haste he hurried out of the room. Tyler had also just left his room and glanced in Ethan's direction. "That's totally your voice- er, your old voice," Tyler commented. "What's going on?"

"Let's find out," Ethan said, feeling a surge of confidence strengthened by his resolve from earlier.

He opened the door to see his skinny 18 year old body in the apartment hall, face contorted with rage. "Keep it down, Mr. Gawne doesn't take kindly to noise complaints," Ethan said with a smirk before grabbing his former body and pulling it inside.

"You! Why do you have my body?!" seethed Ethan's body, confirming Ethan's suspicions.

"Quite frankly, it doesn't matter," responded Ethan, towering over his former body. "Here's how things are gonna work: this is MY body from here on out. I'm moving with MY parents and MY brother tomorrow. You can chill out and leave and figure out what you want to do, or I can MAKE you leave us alone."

Brock in Ethan's body stuttered, not used to NOT being the physically dominant presence in a room. He turned to Tyler. "Dude, why are you just standing there? Don't you believe me?"

"Oh, I believe you," Tyler confirmed from where he stood across the room.

"And you're just gonna let this douchebag steal your brother's body?!" Brock practically shouted.

Tyler gave Brock a level gaze, the face of his best friend contorted in a rage foreign to it, but all too familiar as Brock. "Yeah, Brock, I am. Ethan was already my best bro, but now that bond is blood. I like him being Brock way better than you ever were. Even mom and dad see it; Ethan charmed them both all day today before they left. So they aren't gonna ask questions."

Ethan's former face looked stunned by this revelation. Brock couldn't process it. His own brother willing to sell out his body? To trap him in this scrawny dweeb with no future? For the first time in his over two decades of life, Brock began to feel the tiniest prickle of regret for his treatment of Tyler.

"Anyways, I don't care what you do with him, 'big bro'," Tyler said before turning and heading back into his room to close the door with finality.

"But- but-" Brock stuttered in impotent anger.

"But nothing," Ethan said authoritatively. "I'll give you a little bonus if you leave quietly. One last chance to be close to your body. I really have been craving someone to properly worship these muscles since I became you."

"I'm not a fag!" Brock cried.

"That tent says otherwise," Ethan said, bemused.

Brock turned beet red, covering Ethan's small bulge. "C'mon, you'll have plenty of time to think on the way back to your apartment," Ethan said.

He effortlessly picked up his own previous body and threw it over his shoulder, Brock gasping from within it. He marched down the hall to his own apartment and stepped inside, throwing Brock down onto the ground of Ethan's room before lying out on the bed in a way that showed his impressive member straining against his shorts.

Brock, overwhelmed by Ethan's body's hormones and his own deeply repressed attraction, cracked. He reached a trembling hand out and gingerly touched his former chest. Ethan responded by flexing his pecs. Brock then ran his hand down Ethan's abs, marveling at how they felt and looked from this angle. Fuck, he'd been so hot.

Ethan sat up and flexed his arms. "Worship my biceps," he commanded.

Brock complied, running his hands over the huge bicep peaks before leaning in and licking them. Ethan lifted his arm straight up, exposing his hairy pits further, a new wave of his jock musk pushing out.

"Show these pits how much you fuckin love them," he commanded Brock.

Irresistible, Brock leaned in, getting Ethan's former face buried in the pit hairs that were once his. He inhaled deeply before sticking out his tongue and desperately lapping up that godly jock sweat.

"You're such a little slut for my pits," Ethan said derisively, before pushing Brock away. Brock looked hurt to be pulled away from worshiping his former body, but that swiftly changed when Ethan slipped off his shorts, thick jock cock springing free, surrounded by his trimmed bush.

"Now worship MY fucking dick," Ethan commanded, pointing at his erection standing straight out.

Brock fell to his knees and Ethan grabbed the back of his head, shoving him into his crotch to the side of his dick. Brock took a huge whiff of ball sweat and caught the scent of lingering cum from Ethan's earlier masturbation sessions. He flicked his tongue out, lathering up Ethan's hairy thick balls.

Ethan grunted in satisfaction, before pulling Brock back again. "Open wide," he said, and then brought his head down onto his cock.

Brock was barely ready as his own former cock invaded his mouth. Ethan was slowly pushing it further and further down his throat to find his limit, and to push just past it. Brock sputtered as he nearly choked on his precious pride and joy, tears welling in his eyes, part from the choking and part from the loss of this huge fuckstick.

Ethan pulled back but left the tip in Brock's mouth before releasing his head. "Show me how much you love this big fuckin dick, you little cock sucker."

Brock still couldn't resist, nose so close to such a potent source of that jock musk, and began to eagerly, messily, bob his head up and down on Ethan's stolen cock. Ethan let out a low, slow moan as he leaned back and enjoyed the sensation. "This is all mine now," he said as he made eye contact with Brock. Brock looked like he was about to pull off Ethan's dick to respond, but Ethan firmly planted his hand on the back of his head and pushed him back down on it.

This continued for a while, before Ethan finally let Brock pull off his dick. He grabbed some lube from the night stand and grinned at the mixed look of lust and fear in Brock's eyes. He slicked up his fingers, and then pushed Brock face down into the bed. He started with one finger, slowly and surely sliding it into his own former tight asshole. Brock involuntarily moaned, Ethan's smaller dick stiffly jutting out and twitching.

Ethan simply grinned, and then slid in another finger as he moved back and forth, seeking the prostate to make Brock melt like the little bitch he was. Soon, Brock was moaning as Ethan fit three fingers into his ass.

Satisfied, Ethan pulled his hand away, and wasted no time lathering up his dick and applying a generous amount to Brock's eager hole. He ran the tip around the entrance, teasing. "God just put it in!" Brock whined, ashamed how badly he wanted it.

"What's my name?" Ethan taunted, and Brock made a pitiful sound. Ethan smacked his ass and asked again "I said, what's my name?"

"Brock," Brock said, need for dick overcoming his resistance.

"That's right," Ethan said, finally sliding his dick into the eager hole before him.

Brock gasped, thinking he'd be ready from the finger fucking but his former dick was so fucking thick. Ethan was slow but relentless as he pushed deeper and deeper, until he buried his cock to the hilt, pausing there. Brock took heavy breaths, he felt absolutely impaled, and with shame he fucking LOVED it. His own cock filling an emptiness he never realized was there until this very moment.

Ethan then began rocking his hips back and forth, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he got more and more rough. Brock felt it against his prostate and moaned more, face down in the bed. Ethan gazed at the mirror of the room, and saw a fantasy fulfilled. Brock's broad frame absolutely railing Ethan's thin body, but this time he was looking from Brock's point of view.

He roughly grabbed Brock's hair and lifted his head to make him gaze in the mirror. "Watch while I fill you up, 'Ethan'," he grunted.

He felt his orgasm finally arrive, and his stolen balls tightened up as loads of Brock's cum flooded. His dick twitched multiple times inside his own ass, warm hot cum blasting out. The sheer volume Brock's cock produced forcing it to leak out back down his cock. The feeling of it filling him up was too much for Brock and he involuntarily started to orgasm without touching his smaller dick while being forced to gaze at the reflection of his humiliation.

Ethan pulled out, his sperm leaking out of Brock's hole. He grabbed a pair of his own underwear and wiped his dick off with it before shoving it in Brock's face. "Little souvenir. Don't come around again, 'Ethan'."

Brock just lay there, fully broken, unable to even muster a response. Ethan left him that way before heading back to the Rourke apartment. He entered and Tyler came out into the living room upon hearing his return.

"He's dealt with," Ethan said confidently.

"Good," Tyler replied, rubbing the sleep in his eyes. "The move is tomorrow and then we won't have to deal with him any more."

"I'm excited," Ethan said, breaking out into a grin.

"Me too! Hey, I was thinking. Since you're gonna be slipping into his life, it's maybe best if we start referring to you as Brock from now on."

Ethan nodded in agreement. "I'd like nothing more."

Tyler moved up and wrapped his brother in a hug. "Welcome home, Brock."

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Brock looked in the hotel mirror of his room. His younger brother and best friend Tyler had already gone down to grab breakfast. Their parents had put them up in a hotel while the move to the new house finished up. He grinned, fully accepting his new role. He flashed a pic of his hot fucking body to add to his new Grindr profile.

"Get ready, gay boys. Brock is officially on the menu," he chuckled to himself.

Epilogue

Brock (the original) hurried down the stairs to the storage units. He'd wallowed for a few days now, but finally rage had taken over. He wasn't going to let that twerp Ethan get away with stealing his fucking life. He'd take that stupid magic mirror all the way out of town if he had to.

He stopped in horror, however, at the sight of the mirror smashed to pieces. Something had happened over the last few days and now... now he couldn't ever be Brock again. His anguished scream echoed in the dank basement.

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