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Aftermath of The Homo-Bomb - Trevor

(Original story posted September 3rd 2023) Minor edits and corrections

Collaboration with @tfscales

Read The Prologue first! Read Jack’s Interview here! Read Theo’s Interview here! Read Lewis’ Interview here! Read Andrew & Mateo’s Interview here! Conclusion to come…

After so many interviews already, Wavell had found himself standing in front of the door outside of yet another flat. Inside he could already feel the energy of someone who’d experienced the effects of the homo-bomb. He could just tell that this one was different though. It was strange. Even when it came to other anomalies, the residual magic energy that their bodies gave off usually felt the same. Hence the interview to see what went on with them. With this person though, something was off. Wavell could tell it was his magic therefore they had to be a homo-bomb victim but… the energy they exuded was much more potent for some reason. Naturally, this only intrigued the warlock further.

“This one’s bound to be interesting…” he mumbled to himself while stepping up to the door before giving it a rhythmic knock.

He waited for a good few minutes outside, whistling to himself casually. He knew someone was home so he had no idea what was taking them so long. Were they pretending not to be home? Wouldn’t be the first time.

Could be understandable if they’ve undergone a big transformation and are afraid to show it. Wavell had already dealt with a few similar cases where he had to simply teleport inside because people wouldn’t just answer their doors for him. Either too scared or too embarrassed to show what had happened to them.

He was beginning to think this was going to be another situation like that until at last he heard the twisting of a lock from the other side followed by the door swinging open.

The guy that answered the door was a huge jock of a man. Incredibly tall to the point where his head almost hit the top of the door frame. His form was wide and thick with powerful-looking muscle that was consistent across his entire body. He was quite the Adonis. A body that could only be amplified by how young and handsome he looked. Early to Mid twenties Wavell would guess. Youthful yet jockish-looking features matched with a head of short brown hair and a trimmed beard that gave him an air of maturity and masculinity. In short, he looked as though he’d just stepped out of the kind of modelling magazine someone would keep under their pillow at night.

“Y-yo man. What’s up?” He asked in a somewhat nervous tone.

“Sorry to bother you but I’m interviewing everyone that’s recently been affected by the strange events that have transpired here recently.” Wavell began, thinking back on all the people he’d interviewed so far over the last couple of days.

“My name is Mr Wavell and I was hoping I could come inside to talk to you as well. There’s been a common pattern through most people that were affected however there’s been a few strange outliers along the way as well. I’m curious to know if you fit into either of those categories.” The devilishly handsome warlock smiled kindly. There was a sensation that enveloped the jock emanating from the warlock.

“Oh… sure.” The jock immediately felt a warm and welcoming presence emanating from Wavell. It worked its way into his mind almost instant, leaving him all too eager to trust this stranger. He stepped aside and allowed the well-dressed man to walk past him and into the flat.

He shivered a little as Wavell brushed his hand against the bigger man’s thigh on the way past. “I don’t see much of a problem if you’re helping.” The hunk justified outloud to himself, his tone having shifted to a calmer and more trusting one.

As Wavell walked through the hallway and into the living room, he couldn’t help noticing some of the other rooms. Unsurprisingly there was a bathroom and what seemed to be a closet as well as a kitchen. Yet what caught his eye was that there seemed to be two completely different bedrooms.

Curiously he took a quick peek inside each and they were both definitely occupied by two not so similar people. One room was filled with all sorts of sports memorabilia, weights, and exercise gear scattered around, clothes strewn across the room in a rather untidy fashion, and a shameless box of tissues on the nightstand next to the bed. The other room however was different. Scientific posters lined the walls, collections of comics and collectible figurines all tucked away neatly on shelves, the bed looked almost freshly made with everything seemingly in its place.

He could see that there was an attempt at cleaning up the former room, the weights stacked in the corner as well as some of the clothes folded on the bed. But clearly this was interrupted, most likely by his arrival.

“Does anyone else live here with you?” Wavell questioned.

“Not really. I guess it’s just me now.” The hulking man responded, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “Tons of things on my mind now that the house just belongs to me…”

Wavell narrowed his eyes a little at this. “Hmm. Okay, well why don’t the two of us get sat down and we can talk. Is that alright with you big man?”

He made his way towards one of the large living room couches, sitting down before patting the seat beside him. The jock approached the couch and sat down before making himself comfortable, manspreading a little in the process.

Once they were both ready, Wavell whipped out his trusty notepad once again and let the questions roll. “First of all, I don’t believe I asked your name did I?”

“It’s Josh.” He said confidently but before Wavell had a chance to write it down he doubled back on himself. “Wait. No. One of my names was Josh. And David.” A strange thoughtful look crossed the man’s face. “One second, my name got mixed up.”

His eyes darted to the left as he whispered under his breath. “Shit, I forgot already. What was the name?”

His eyes then darted to the right, continuing to talk to himself. “We didn’t affirm the name overnight, it’s Trevor, right? Yeah.” He then looked up at the interviewer and confidently repeated the name as if he hadn’t just said it aloud. “My name is Trevor bro.”

Wavell stared at this man in awe. He’d just been talking to himself as if… there was more than one person in his head. How bizarre. Could this have been the homo-bomb’s doing? Regardless he scribbled down the final name as well as the other two the jock had given.

“And your last name?” Wavell asked.

Trevor thought for a moment again, conversing with himself under his breath a little until finally coming to a decision. “Griffin.”

“Okay Trevor Griffin. We’re coming back to that later but can I ask how old you are and what you do?” Wavell was already starting to suspect what might be going on here but decided to go ahead with the usual line of questions for now.

Trevor sat in thought for a minute. “Well… I guess I’m still 21? I was born in February.”

There was then a twitch in Trevor’s eyes for a moment. “But I was born in April.” There was a subtle shift in the tone of his voice again.

Wavell squinted. “So… You have two birthdays?”

“Yeah? I guess so.” The adonis replied genuinely. “Also at college, I major in physiology.”

Another twitch.

“But I also major in sports studies!” He added swiftly.

Wavell stroked his beard a little. “Physiology and Sports Studies huh? Those are two rather different things to major in at once.”

He was starting to piece it all together now. The shifting of tones. Talking to himself. Multiple birthdays. Twice as much residual magic inside his body compared to most. There was only one explanation Wavell could think of at the moment. Only one thing that made sense. If what he suspected was true then… he never imagined the homo-bomb could deviate so much as to do something like this.

“Trevor. What exactly happened to you on the night of the event that caused so much chaos in this town?” Wavell questioned.

Trevor shuffled in his seat a little. “You’re gonna think I’m completely insane when I tell you.” He glanced over at the handsome older man again. Once again feeling so safe and comfortable in his presence. “But here goes I guess… I’m two people. At the same time. It’s hard to explain but I-”

“You’re a fusion. A merged being made up of two people.” Wavell interjected. “Am I correct?”

A look of shock and confusion crossed Trevor’s face. “Y-yes. I think so but… how the hell did you know that?!”

Wavell patted the jock’s shoulder. “I’m an expert in this kind of stuff, big guy.” The power of his magical aura intensified, causing his and Trevor’s eyes to shimmer for a moment. “Now I want you to tell me everything about yourself and how you came to be.”

Trevor nodded almost hypnotically before beginning his tale.

———

Before Trevor, the flat was owned by two college sophomores, Josh and David, just a few days before the Homo-Bomb. They both lived their own distinct lifestyles with some overlap here and there, just enough to co-exist without being entirely homogeneous.

David was the smaller one of the two. He’d been a rather skinny dude all his life with little to no meat on his bones. This combined with him being a late bloomer led to some inevitable bullying throughout his high school years. It also didn’t help that he was the complete definition of a nerd. The thick-rimmed glasses he used to own earned him the classic and highly unoriginal nickname of ‘four eyes’. And to top it all off he was crazy about things like comic books and collectibles. A craze that’d follow him from his teen years and into adulthood.

However if there was one thing he always had going for him, it was his brains. In typical nerd fashion, he was usually the smartest person in the room and always excelled in education. Especially when it came to science. Hence when he left high school to go to college, he immediately jumped into a physiology major.

By this point, he’d hit a huge growth spurt and finally had some decent facial scruff growing in, not to mention he got contact lenses to replace those old glasses. He even tried to put on some good muscle but eventually settled for a lean and toned look instead. After all, he wanted to focus more on his studies rather than trying to push his body past its ectomorphic limits.

And then there was Josh.

Josh was pretty much David’s polar opposite in almost every way imaginable. Unlike his nerdy roommate, Josh was an early bloomer back in high school and had always remained one of the bigger kids as his dad taught him everything he needed to know about building muscle through his teen years.

It didn’t take long for him to get scouted by the gym coaches and before he knew it he was one of the star jocks! Always being one of the most popular guys who quickly made a bunch of other jock friends while playing football. Not to mention having been blessed with such handsome looks, he was always a hot topic around the school. Naturally after leaving high school, he found himself going after a sports studies degree in college. It just made sense at that point.

As he entered his twenties Josh had grown even bigger. His muscles burgeoning even thicker and stronger with every workout until he was finally closing in on his dream physique at only 21 years of age. Of course, he knew that if he tried he could get so much bigger, especially if he started a steroid cycle, but that wasn’t what he was looking for. He couldn’t help noticing how all of the biggest dudes he’d seen playing football had amazing strength but sorely lacked speed. That said he wanted to retain a body that was large and powerful but still agile on the field.

———

“Quite literally two opposites living together under one roof. It was a miracle.” Trevor chuckled a little as he stared upwards, having his mental reverie.

“How did that come to be, if I may ask?” Wavell asked smoothly.

———

When David left for college he was quick to find a flat near the college grounds but he knew he wouldn’t be able to afford it for long all on his own. Luckily it was a two bedroom so he spread the word and posted online about needing a flatmate.

What he didn’t expect was to get a response from none other than one of the most popular jocks from his old school, Josh! He had slightly mixed feelings about it. On one hand Josh and his jock friends would frequently tease him back then for being a nerd. But on the other hand it was always Josh that stopped things before it went too far, showing he was at least a little more decent than the people he surrounded himself with.

Still, though, David’s little gay heart just couldn’t resist the idea of living with such a hunk that he’d shamelessly jerked off to multiple times in the past. It probably wasn’t the best idea but… he just couldn’t help himself.

And so eventually the day arrived when Josh showed up, suitcases in hand and ready to move in. For David, it was like a dream come true! Getting to live with such a hunk. To be so close to him all the time. He even offered Josh the bigger bedroom of the two to further entice him to stay. And somehow it worked! Josh quickly decided to move into the flat and before long he’d made himself at home.

Initially, it’d been awkward between the two. They both remembered what went on back in their high school days but neither of them wanted to bring it up. Slowly however, they began to grow closer as friends. They found that they had a few common interests here and there as they made small talk with one another until they eventually got to a point where they could consider themselves friends. Surprisingly it was Josh who made most of the effort. Always started conversations and invited David to watch football with him and whatnot. It was strangely sweet.

It was then that it became clear to David that half the reason Josh had bullied him at all back in high school was because of his jock bros encouraging him all the time. But now it was the two of them without any outside influence or peer pressure, Josh was a pretty cool dude to chill out with.

When people found out that a gay nerd like David was living with a jock the likes of Josh, they always assumed the worst. For Josh to tease or berate David everyday about his sexuality or push him around and call him names. Maybe pulling those stupid frat boy pranks like farting in David’s face or something else just as gross. But it wasn’t like that at all and a lot of people almost didn’t believe him when David said that he and Josh were cool now. Especially when he told them about how they even sat and watched TV together in the evenings.

———

“You know it’s crazy. After the torment Josh and his friends had put David through in high school, neither of them imagined they’d eventually become friends one day.” Trevor leaned back in his seat a little and turned his head towards Wavell. “And soon enough they were chilling and laughing like best buds. High school always makes it seem like two people can’t get along just because they don’t both fit into the same category. Seems silly now.” Trevor smirked a little as he placed a hand over his chest. “But in the real world, it’s nothing like that. Even two people like Josh and David who seemed wildly different can still find common ground and get along.”

Wavell smiled softly. “It would seem that way.” He noted down a couple more things as he replied. “You also mentioned that David had somewhat of a crush on Josh and would have frequent sexual fantasies about him. How did this budding friendship affect that?”

Trevor’s face started to go a little red. “Well, you see…”

———

Naturally, this growing bond between the two would only serve to further David’s crush on the jock to the point where if Josh went out to hang with his bros, David would sneak into Josh’s room. Not for anything malicious of course. He just loved getting to bask in the natural scent that filled the room. A mix of sweat and cheap deodorant that was strangely arousing to the nerd. He would even go as far as to try on some of Josh’s clothes from time to time and even though they never fit. Just pulling on the oversized clothes gave David such a rush.

Could you blame him? Josh was everything David was missing. Sure he might’ve been highly intelligent with a lot of good qualities but it's always been a deep-rooted desire of his to be huge and strong with bulging muscles. A fantasy that most men have in all honesty. To represent the peak of masculinity. To have all that confidence and charm that Josh exuded so naturally instead of being so meek and small. That envy he had for his roommate was one of the reasons he’d begun to fall for him so much. What was once just lust had transformed into something much deeper. This connection however was something David never believed he’d have a chance to explore.

On the other hand, he wasn’t at college or home, Josh was hanging out with his bros which mostly consisted of other jocks he played with back in high school. He loved them all to death but unfortunately, they weren’t always the best influences even now they were in their twenties. Half the time they came up with something mildly homophobic to joke about which Josh tried not to encourage as much now. A lot of their nights out would consist of going to bars where they’d try to pick up chicks. Josh already had a girlfriend which he’d been seeing for over a year now so he usually didn’t participate. However once his bros found out that Josh was staying with that gay little nerd they used to bully, they began accusing him of being homo as well.

They teased him about it so much that they eventually told him to prove that he wasn’t gay by fucking a chick from the bar. And that’s what he did. He flirted with a few babes until he convinced one to go with him to one of the private bathrooms where he practically ripped her clothes off and started slamming into her pussy.

All the while his bros were listening just outside listening to their moans as they fucked. He only stopped fucking her when he pulled out at the last second to cum as not get her pregnant. Moments later he emerged from the bathroom only to be greeted by his bros jumping and cheering around him.

Of course, it wouldn’t take long for news of that to get back to his girlfriend unfortunately. She was furious when she confronted Josh about it. He felt so guilty that he couldn’t even deny it and just like that she broke up with him on the spot. Who could blame her?

Later that night he’d come home to the flat wasted. David was quick to pick up on this and helped Josh to his room. He managed to get Josh onto his bed but just as David was about to leave the jock to sleep it off, he said something that made David’s dick jump.

“You’ve got a really cute ass bro…” Josh mumbled, pawing at his crotch a little while chuckling before drunkenly passing out.

———

“Interesting.” There was a pleased glint in Wavell’s eyes. “So you’re saying that Josh was gay the whole time as well? Concealing his homosexuality so that his jock friends wouldn’t find out?”

Trevor shrugged. “I mean… not exactly? He did legitimately like girls but he also liked dudes just as much. Maybe even a little more. But he just suppressed that side of himself for the reason you mentioned.” He slumped in his seat a little with a somber look crossing his face. “Even after leaving High School, he was so scared to show that side of himself due to years of keeping it hidden…”

“Until a bad breakup and some liquid courage got him to slip up,” Wavell added.

Trevor nodded. “Pretty much… God, I wish those years were different. That I could’ve… I mean Josh could’ve felt safe enough to come out.” He let out a long sigh. “Oh well. The past is the past.”

———

The revelation of Josh’s bisexuality (or at the very least bi-curious) came as a massive surprise to the nerd. Unfortunately, it seemed by the next morning Josh had completely forgotten about the remark.

But David certainly hadn’t. And with it in mind, he waited a few weeks for the break up to blow over before finally deciding to nut up and put his cards on the table. It happened one night when Josh had encouraged David to watch some soccer with him. Throughout they cracked open a bunch of beers until they were both pretty drunk and that’s when David finally came out and said it.

“Josh. I used to think you were an asshole but… you’re actually really awesome… and super freakin’ hot.” He slurred his words a little while his eyes scanned across the jocks bulging muscles that strained against his clothes. “You’re just so big… and strong…” He shuffled a little closer on the couch. “W-will you… be my boyfriend?”

There was a moment of deafening silence as Josh simply gazed down at David with an expression the drunk nerd could hardly decipher. That is until Josh leaned in and smashed his lips against David’s without warning, kissing him roughly.

David was quick to reciprocate until before long he felt his jock flatmate picking him up off the couch and carrying him to the bedroom. It didn’t even seem real to David as they started pulling off their clothes and revealing Josh’s body in its full glory but he couldn’t deny how real it felt when the muscle-bound jock started sucking him off.

But of course, Josh was still bigger in every sense, cock included, as before long the bisexual hunk was pounding his thick rod into David’s ass. Both of them moaned at each other about how great it felt until Josh blew his load deep inside David’s hole.

From that night onwards the pair just kinda fell into a relationship.

The friendly bond they’d formed before grew into something far deeper. A genuine and loving connection as well as being Josh’s first ever relationship with another dude. And strangely it felt more fulfilling to him than any he’d had with a woman. Almost like he and David completed each other in an odd way.

Similar to how David envied Josh’s dedication to his awesome physique and confidence with others, Josh secretly envied David as well. Sure he might’ve had the looks and the body but he was nowhere near as smart or well put together as David was. With brains like that Josh could’ve taken himself to the next level with becoming an athlete and personal trainer. And yet he felt as though he was cursed to simply be a big dumb jock no matter how hard he tried

Neither of them realized that the other was carrying similar feelings of envy until one day in particular after a couple of months of dating. David happened to mention after having sex that being with Josh made him feel ‘whole’ in a strange way. Like Josh was everything he was missing. Only for Josh to completely agree, saying that he felt the same. It was a strange sentiment they shared but finally having it out in the open only made them closer.

So much so that it even evolved into some kinky roleplay sex between the couple where they pretended to swap bodies before fucking as weird as it sounded. Since Josh pretty much always topped, when they did these body swap role plays David had even managed to convince Josh to bottom once or twice for them. It only made sense.

By this point, they thought they’d accepted their envy and overcome it. Instead opting to be a happy couple that complimented each other’s strengths and weaknesses. So much so that Josh had even been considering telling his bros about them. Something that David appreciated greatly.

But little did they know this was only scratching the surface. Their true desires to be ‘completed’ went so much deeper than even they realized. To a depth that would’ve been thought impossible to reach.

———

“Up until yesterday, they were probably the happiest they’d ever been. Both are finally in a loving relationship with someone they found themselves deeply connected to. David even believed it was fate. But then… they weren’t David and Josh anymore. They were me. And I was them.” Trevor put his face in his palms, trying to rack his brain around it like he had been for the past day and a half.

“Can you tell at all how it happened Trevor? Do you have any memories of David and Josh combining to become you?” Wavell scratched his chin with the bottom of his pencil.

Trevor rubbed his temples, trying his best to think back to when it happened. “I’m not sure… I can remember pieces but it’s blurry.” He closed his eyes, trying to put himself back in that moment when he came to be.

“I remember everything around me having somewhat of a purple hue… and I was horny. We were horny… fuck, I was hard and leaking. I was stroking my cock on the bed and also walking to my room? It's hard to remember in the haze. I just remember feeling like I was fucking and being fucked at the same time. And then I woke up. Just one guy on Josh's bed. Me." Trevor groaned as he tried to claw at the hazy memories while the python in his pants began to cause a tent.

"If I were to guess I’d say Josh and David’s memories of the experience are overlapping in your mind. It’s a common thing to happen with newly merged people who’ve shared experiences. Those experiences tend to blur and it can sometimes be hard to make sense of." Wavell explained calmly. “As you may or may not be aware, many people have been affected by this recent magical event but you’re the only ones to have been affected like this. Can you think of anything that may have caused this to occur?” The warlock asked him with a slight smile.

"Well, David was always admiring how big Josh was. Not only huge and muscular but capable of reaching it at this age was impressive.” Trevor explained before glancing down at his bulky arms and legs. “All while David was stuck small and thin thanks to genetics. But I think envy might’ve played a part to be honest . I envied the smarts in David, and I also envied the physical prowess of Josh. But in that way, we always complimented each other." Trevor lifted his heavy arms and gave them a flex, gleefully watching his biceps bulge. "Sort of like two halves. We joked that we were like one well-oiled machine. Always laughed it off. Though now that I'm one person, I’ve started to realize just how much that envy made us wish it was true, despite us logically thinking it was impossible." He put his fists together, one an open palm and the other a rock-hard fist to visualize it.

Wavell nodded thoughtfully. “So you believe that your envy and desire for one another may have been the root cause? An agreement between the two of you that the sum of your best parts would create something or someone much better than both of you separately.”

Trevor was amazed by how well this Wavell guy was keeping up. Even he didn’t fully understand what he was saying in truth. He already felt an odd sense of deep trust around the distinguished-looking man but he still imagined Wavell would think he was crazy. And yet it was the opposite.

It was as if this suited figure interviewing him somehow knew everything Trevor was saying was truthful. "Yeah… I mean that’s gotta be it right? Josh wanted more smarts so that he could cruise through this course and be the private trainer he dreamt of being, while David wanted the body so he could bro out and be more confident."

"And now do you feel as though you embody all of those things, Trevor?" Wavell grinned, showing off his pearly whites knowingly.

"Well yeah, bro. I’m still fucking huge… but I feel so smart as well. My brain is bursting with as much knowledge as my muscles are with size!" The jock cockily gloated, flexing his biceps even harder beside his head.

Hearing that got a smile out of the interviewer. “That’s good Trevor. That means your merge was a balanced one. Not one half more potent than the other.”

He took a few extra notes. “Still… It’s a shame you can’t remember the actual process of it all.” The warlock was already getting ready to place a hand on Trevor’s forehead to induce a vision of that night. He’d done it with plenty of his other interviewees and he was sure Trevor wouldn’t mind seeing how he came to be in a little more detail.

"Yeah, I kind of wish I did as well…” The brainy jock hummed until suddenly his eyes widened with realization. “Wait a fucking second, I can check that night out! I installed a hidden cam in Josh's room so that I can rewatch our sex scenes.”

His eyes then darted to the side a little again. “Wait, you put a camera in my room?!"

He mumbled to himself. “Hey, I didn’t post it anywhere…” Trevor paused for a second as he remembered something. “Well… not anywhere public anyway.” Standing up, the hunky jock took a deep breath and asked Wavell to wait on the couch for a second.

He made his way to Josh's bedroom which was obvious by the weights and football posters inside it. He dragged Josh’s desk chair and placed it in front of the corner shelves before stepping onto it. Trevor had underestimated his height as the moment he stood up straight he bumped his head on the ceiling, his thick skull absorbing the impact with a loud thunk. He rubbed his head as he stayed hunched.

“Ouch, whew, I’m tall now huh? Probably didn’t even need this chair. I’ve got to be at least 6’5” or something now. I’ve gotta measure myself soon.” He chuckled a bit as he reached over the top of the shelves, and produced a rather large boxy camera that was most likely powered by a single chunky battery.

“No wonder I never noticed this before. I rarely ever reach up here.” He looked at the small camera in his hand as he stepped off the chair before shoving it back in its place.

With the camera retrieved, Trevor picked up the laptop and the data cable from Josh’s table and returned to Wavell’s side. With his thick hands being both foreign and ordinary, it took him a minute to set up the camera with the laptop.

“One sec. I think this could answer what happened that night.” Trevor said as he scooched closer to Wavell until their thighs were pressed together. He placed the laptop on the suited man’s lap, trusting him completely.

“All I remember was the euphoric pleasure I described to you but that’s all really.” He shifted his sitting position slightly, the stiff rod between his legs throbbing.

Wavell glanced to the crotch of the jock and could see Trevor manhood pressing eagerly against the man’s shorts. He couldn’t tell if this was from Trevor getting so intimately close to Wavell or if this was David’s side remembering all those nights of rewatching the videos on that camera. Probably both.

The drive loaded and a bunch of videos with different dates popped up. Wavell pulled up the video that matched the night of The Homo-Bomb before executing it to run. The video player started and initially showed Josh’s empty, yet still messy, bedroom.

“Ah yeah, I set it to record things at set times for when we usually fuck.” Trevor chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. “Thankfully I think it was recording when the thing that did this happened.”

They fast-forwarded the video, watching as Josh soon went to bed. Wavell opted to slow the tape back down so they could watch the part where Josh was getting undressed, revealing his bulky body to the hidden camera. Trevor blushed a little, getting even hornier.

Noticing this, Wavell smirked. “Rub yourself a little if you need to. I am.” The warlock lifted the laptop momentarily to reveal his bulge along with his free hand groping at it.

Something like that would ordinarily have set off alarm bells for Trevor. Like that perhaps this wasn’t a normal interview but once again he found himself oblivious due to the subtle haze Wavell’s magical aura had put him under.

They watched on as eventually Josh went to bed, prompting them to fast-forward the video once more until the purple fog was located in the preview slider. The footage began playing normally as the fog seeped into the room descended upon the sleeping jock…

———

David made his way into his clean and well-organized room as seen through the open doorway while Josh entered his messy room, oblivious to the small camera up on the shelf. Said camera watched him keenly as he began to get undressed. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it across the room before hopping onto his bed, keeping his shorts and athletic socks on. He grumbled a little, tossing and turning in bed for a while until he finally dozed off to sleep. Josh wouldn’t be asleep for long however because soon enough a certain purple fog found its way into his room.

It wrapped around his body before pushing itself inside through any entrance it could find. Most of it went in through his mouth but some entered through his nose, ears, cock, ass and even just seeping through his skin until all of the fog's magic had been absorbed. Instantly Josh was hard. It was clear as day through the huge tent he was sporting in his shorts. This was a very common result across those who’d been touched by the homo-bomb’s magic.

In most it simply meant that their sexuality was being altered and that before long they’d be gay… except Josh, for the most part, was already gay. Most could assume it was the homo-bomb erasing what little bit of hetero he had but it would soon become clear that wasn’t the case.

“Mmmm fuuck David… David…” Josh started to groan in his sleep while groping at his boner and thrusting his hips. He wouldn’t stop grumbling about needing David. It sounded like he was having an intense wet dream but he would only continue to mumble about how they had to be together. They were two of the same.

That they had become one.

The kind of stuff you’d normally expect to hear from someone who’s utterly obsessed with another person. His cock jumped constantly at full length, begging to burst out of those shorts. Even as Josh’s eyes slowly fluttered open, waking him from his slumber, he continued to grumble about his boyfriend. “I… neeeed… David…”

———

*Trevor found himself pursing his lips as he watched the video with the interviewer. It felt weird watching what was essentially a porno of himself with this stranger while they both got off to it. Yet he didn’t say a word.

———

Before long Josh started getting restless and looked as though he was about to get out of bed. Before he could though, his bedroom door creaked open, and in walked none other than David. But as the nerd walked into view of the hidden camera, it became clear that he was under the same spell as Josh.

He stood in only his underwear with a vacant expression and a huge bulge displaying his erection. A tent just like Josh’s that pointed straight ahead. It might not have been as big as Josh’s but it was certainly respectable.

“Josh. I need you…” David began muttering the same phases the jock had been moments prior. “We need… to be together…”

He began following his dick and walked straight towards the bed. Towards Josh, who was eagerly waiting for him. It was like they were in some kind of horny trance that was drawing them towards one another. And it was working as within seconds David was practically falling into bed with Josh and the moment he did they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Kissing and groaning while they tugged off whatever clothes they had left on.

———

Trevor began to moan as memories bombarded his head. More of the memories from that intimate moment began replaying directly in his head as they lined up with what the video was showing. Almost as if seeing it was unlocking the mixed experience.

———

Pretty soon they were both completely naked as they pressed their bodies tightly together. David was on top while Josh hugged him tight from below, wrapping both his bulky arms and legs around the nerd.

Embracing this, David began thrusting their crotches together and frotting their cocks. Grinding his skinny 5-inch dick against Josh’s girth of 7 inches.

“Fuuuuck… fuuuuuckk… fuuuuck meeee!” David started to beg. “I need you inside me Josh! I need you inside me!” He thrusted himself harder against his boyfriend while his asshole began to pulse. Hungry for dick.

It was the only way they could get even closer than they currently were. And they needed to be closer. So much closer.

As much as he didn’t want to stop hugging David, Josh agreed. In the end his cock was just as eager to plunge deep inside. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, seeing the magical purple glow coming from them but not thinking anything of it. It didn’t matter to them. Instead, Josh tugged David on for one last big kiss, smashing their lips together and kissing deeply before finally releasing his smaller boyfriend and maneuvering their bodies to get in position. He moved out from under David before pushing the nerd down onto his stomach.

Ordinarily, Josh would eat David’s ass out a little and prepare him for what was to come but they were both far too impatient for that. And so, like a horny animal, Josh slammed his cock inside David’s hole as fast as he could causing the nerd to yelp in pain and satisfaction as Josh plunged himself as deep as he could go.

He buried himself to the hilt with a dumb grin as the recording camera blinked in the corner of the room. “So deep… wanna be… deeper.” Josh groaned out as he slowly pumped his cock inside the man below.

He soon started to rest his body weight on top of his boyfriend, lying on top of David while wrapping his hands around him from behind. Soon after he continued to bury his cock nice and deep. And David welcomed it lovingly. Feeling Josh’s large muscled body pressing down on him from above while his hole was filled with dick felt euphoric to say the least. Neither of them could imagine being anywhere else. They only wished to be closer… and that’s exactly what the homo-bomb was about to grant.

It began with Josh’s cock.

Something inside him told him to just go for it and plunge as deep as he possibly could. So he pulled back a little, steadied himself, and without warning rammed his cock as deep inside David as he possibly could. Balls slapping against the nerd's ass as the jock’s cock disappeared inside the hole. In doing so both men let out a deep moan as Josh’s cock began fusing with David’s hole making it impossible for Josh to pull back out.

They should’ve been mortified at the realization but it only turned them on more with how amazing it felt to be attached. Connected at last. So much so that Josh continued to hump David as best he could despite it all.

Josh kissed along the back of David’s neck lovingly as they gave in to the magic. Completely oblivious to what it was doing to them. They were so focused on staying as close as possible that they didn’t even realize their bodies were slowly becoming more and more stuck together.

Josh’s chest began merging into David’s back. David’s ass merged further into Josh’s pelvis as even the jock’s balls became stuck to David’s taint. Josh’s hands which were still wrapped around David’s body gradually sank in.

But the camera caught it all.

It was hard for it to pick up on the small details at first but it soon became clear even on video that the couple was slowly sinking more and more into one another’s bodies. But even so, their moans only grew. As their bodies became intertwined, so did their sensations.

Josh began to feel the writhing pleasure of David’s cock as it bucked below them as well as the sensation of being filled by his dick. David started to feel as though he were fucking his own ass. They shared every little sensation. Perceiving everything the other felt and more! It was far beyond anything they’d experienced before. Almost otherworldly!

From the camera’s point of view, it looked like something straight out of a sci-fi movie.

It soon became clear that their bodies weren’t just becoming stuck together as their legs finally sunk into one another completely, leaving behind just one pair of thick muscular legs between them.

They were merging!

Josh’s cock was absorbed and added on to David’s length, making their new shared cock thicker and longer to the point where it exceeded both of their former manhoods with a girthy shaft that sat at an impressive 9 inches. At the same time, David’s ass was absorbed as well, adding to Josh’s already thick butt and giving them a bigger rounder jock butt to share.

By this point, everything below their waist had become one and they knew it. Both men moaned about how great it felt to share one pair of longer buffer legs and a giant cock. Now instead of Josh humping David, they were humping the bed sheets below them together.

Josh’s arms that’d been wrapped around David’s torso soon disappeared inside and their mass was redistributed towards David’s skinny arms. They could both feel it as their now shared arms grew thicker with muscle. All of Josh’s hard-earned size combined with whatever small amount of muscle David had to create two huge powerful arms for them to show off and flex together.

At the same time, their torsos were pulled closer and closer together until they finally became one. They shared a pair of large juicy pecs and cobbled abs between them along with a wide back and massive shoulders! Their entire bodies having combined into one hunky form with the only thing left being their heads.

The pair continued to fill the apartment with their moans but as they did, their voices started getting mixed up! It sounded as though Josh’s deep voice was coming from David’s mouth and vice versa. But they didn’t care. As far as they were concerned they shared everything now.

Josh let out one last guttural groan before pressing his face against the back of David’s head and allowing it to sink inside. In doing so David’s face then began to twist and contort as his features started to mix with Josh’s, slowly becoming a perfect balance between the two as even their voices merged into one.

All until there was nothing left of the two individual men. Only one man who represented them both.

Feeling that they were finally complete, they let out a joyous roar of pleasure. Finally having become the embodiment of their desires! A feeling so incredible that they couldn’t help blowing the fastest load of their lives together all over the sheets below and onto their stomach. Their massive new dick shooting jets of their new potent seed. So much so that they ended up passing out face down on the bed in a pool of their cum…

———

Trevor wanted to be embarrassed. Who wouldn’t be!? This interviewer had pretty much just watched a porn video of his two former selves fucking before merging to become Trevor! He should’ve been mortified and yet, thanks to Wavell’s calming and erotic aura, Trevor had found himself plunging a hand into his shorts and jerking his massive meat.

“I promise I don’t remember any of that Mr Wavell…” Trevor pleaded as he jerked. “All I remember is that we both went to sleep in our beds and when we woke up… I was me.”

His mind rewound to yesterday morning when he’d first awoken as Trevor. Face down on Josh’s bed with a puddle of half-dried cum beneath him. Now he knew why.

Wavell put a hand on Trevor’s shoulder and smiled. “I believe you. Sometimes a transformation like that can be so intense that you don’t even remember it happening.” He then nodded towards the video. “Case and point.” The warlock then closed up the laptop and moved it off to the side, once again revealing the bulge in his suit pants after watching such a hot transformation unfold. “It’s a shame though. Looks like you enjoyed yourselves.” He smirked, groping his crotch a little.

Trevor was so enthralled by Wavell’s mere presence alone that it overpowered his desire to question the man. He didn’t care that this interviewer was getting just as horny as he was after watching that video or that he seemed to be strangely familiar with what happened to Trevor.

None of it mattered right now.

“So Trevor. I can’t help but notice you’re struggling to unify yourself.” Wavell began, rubbing a hand along the nerd-jock hybrid’s thick pecs. “You can’t speak as one yet. You need to take turns controlling your form.”

“Y-yes! It’s like… playing a single-player game where we have to keep passing the controller back and forth.” Trevor confirmed, bouncing his pecs absentmindedly as Wavell rubbed them. “Kinda like our bodies are one but… our brains are separate?”

“That’s an apt description. Usually, when a merge like this occurs it can take some time before the two separate minds can work as a single unit.” Wavell started with a hopeful tone and gave him a reassuring smile.

“However in time the two of you will be able to share thoughts non-verbally and eventually will be able to control your new body in unison as if you were always one person. Your interests and personalities will slowly meld together until eventually, you’ll just be Trevor. Inside and out.”

“And how long will that take? Days?” Trevor asked with trepidation and excited expectation.

Wavell hummed slightly as his hand drifted beneath Trevor’s shirt and began feeling his abs. “Hmmm more like… months to years.” He shrugged. “But if you want I can speed up the process for you.”

Trevor mulled it over, his two minds discussing their situation.

Of course, they enjoyed having a sense of individuality but it certainly wasn’t efficient. It took them twice as long to make decisions on anything and they were bound to have disagreements over who was in control of their body. In the long run, it was only gonna cause problems for them. That said, they decided it’d probably be better if they became one sooner rather than later.

“Let’s do it then. Speed me up. Make us whole.” Trevor exclaimed.

“Alright then. But first, I think I should introduce you to someone…” Wavell smirked deviously before standing up from the couch and closing his eyes. There was a moment of silence as Trevor watched on curiously. But the silence was swiftly broken by Wavell letting out a roar before bursting out of his tailored suit with a sudden growth of gigantic muscle. His biceps and thighs, pecs, and back ripped through the suit in an almost hulk-like fashion before the shredded material began reshaping itself into a more comfortable set of gym wear.

Following that, Wavell’s silver hair was replaced by a dark brown color while his face began to rejuvenate towards a younger and more jock-ish look. Not stopping until he’d transformed into a different person entirely! Not resembling the gentleman he’d once been at all.

“Ahhhh that’s better… nice and huge. I haven’t been out to play since I threw that damn Homo-bomb.” Alex Wavell commented while flexing.

Trevor was too stunned to speak. So far he’d just been going along with everything but this was something else! That hot middle-aged interviewer just transformed into a young stud before his very eyes! Yet as insane as it was, his cock couldn’t help drooling pre-cum at the sight and making a wet patch in his shorts.

Seeing this Wavell grinned cockily. “Don’t worry big boy. A lot of people who see this side of me have that reaction.”

He stood over Trevor, looking down at him past his huge pecs. “I thought I’d show you that you’re not the only one to have more than one personality rattling inside their head.”

Trevor’s eyes widened. “You mean… you’re a merge? Like me??”

“Well… not exactly. I work more as a hive-mind I guess. It’s not as strange as it sounds though.” He tapped the side of his head. “There’s only one mind in charge that makes the decisions and controls this body. That’d be yours truly, Wavell. However, I’ve absorbed two other dudes into myself and it’s their bodies that I use for my physical appearance.” He said as he raised two fingers. “For example right now I’m tapping into Alex. Using his young meathead body while also drawing on his personality. All while the real Alex is still buried deep inside me. The same goes for Chris, the version of me you’d been talking to up until now. They’re both just parts of me now that I can use whenever I please.” He explained with a smirk, closing one finger for each persona he described.

“Do they… like it?” Trevor questioned, somewhat nervously.

Wavell laughed. “They might not have been willing at first but as soon as they were a part of me they realized how much of a privilege it is bro. Being able to bathe in the vast ocean of magic for the rest of their lives. For them being a part of me is like having a constant never-ending orgasm. Sometimes I’ll even check in on them to find them making out and fucking in my mind palace.” Wavell shuffled back onto the couch, sitting his huge frame on Trevor’s lap and rubbing his big muscle ass against Trevor’s bulge. “So yeah. They like it.”

Trevor gulped.

By this point, he hardly knew what he was hearing. All he knew was that this guy was anything but an ordinary interviewer. Before he could do or say anything else however, he felt this new hunk’s lips being pressed against his own. Kissing him long and deep. In an instant all of his doubts and worries about what or who the hell Wavell was melted away into nothing.

“So. How about we get you fully melded together bro?” Wavell stated after breaking the kiss. “This is gonna be hot as fuck.”

He rolled his ass over Trevor’s crotch, teasing him a little more, before finally standing back up and whipping out his cock. It was fat, heavy, and intimidating just like Trevor’s. “Now the way this is gonna work is you’re gonna suck me off until I bust down that gorgeous throat of yours. From there my magic cum will take care of the rest.”

It sounded like some kind of perverted prank yet as Wavell slowly edged his thick cock closer to Trevor’s mouth, the merged hunk couldn’t help but believe the mysterious man. Before long he was wrapping his lips around the tip.

Wavell let out a satisfied grunt as the merged adonis began slowly taking more and more of the cock in his mouth, allowing it to slide in, inch by inch. All the while sucking and lapping up any precum he could get from the warlock. That delicious saltiness slowly drove him mad with lust.

Since the moment Wavell showed up at his doorstep, the thought of sucking the silver daddy’s cock had been lurking in the back of his mind. Now that Wavell had become this hulking jock, that desire had bubbled over completely.

Truth be told Josh was never very good at sucking dick. He tried of course but they always knew David was the master when it came to dick-sucking. Hence David took control over Trevor for this part. Putting to use all the cock sucking skills he’d learned over the years. He took as much of Wavell’s fat rod as he could before running his tongue along the shaft and suctioning the tip only to deep throat it again moments later. Going through all the motions to service Wavell’s cock as best he could. Even stopping from time to time so he could suck on the warlock’s balls a little before returning to the leaking dick above.

“Mmmm yeah. Good boy.” Wavell grunted while rubbing Trevor’s head.

This went on for a good while as Trevor soon wrapped his hands around Wavell’s waist to keep him from moving, not that the warlock planned on going anywhere. The pair were completely oblivious to the time. Trevor was simply sucking away happily in an attempt to drain the fat balls before him and before long 20 minutes had flown by without them even realizing it!? He must’ve been more entranced by Wavell’s cock than he thought.

Wavell pounded the back of Trevor’s throat, feeling himself getting close at last. His balls began to churn as Trevor had already blown multiple loads over himself by this point. Yet as Wavell continued to throat fuck his most recent interviewee, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he’d been having a little too much fun with these interviews. Hell Chris Wavell had been doing them all up until now, the side of him that was supposed to be more mature and level-headed. Yet despite that, half of the interviews he’d conducted ended with him getting sucked off anyway. Oh well. He was getting the results he wanted so what was the harm?

Before long Trevor let out a long muffled groan as Wavell shot a thick load of cum into his mouth and right away he felt its power going to work. As he drank the rich ball batter, Trevor could feel his two minds merging. The line between Josh and David was quickly becoming blurred as if Wavell’s cum was the glue sticking them together.

Forging them into one mind. One consciousness.

Wavell certainly wasn’t lying when he said his magic cum would take care of the rest. After a few intense moments, Wavell could tell his work was done and slowly pulled his saliva-coated cock out before tucking it away.

Meanwhile, Trevor was silent for a moment, trying to comprehend the change. He still had all the memories and experiences of both Josh and David but now he felt like his own person. Like all of his thoughts were finally straightforward and linear, not needing to be a decision between two minds. It was incredible! He felt truly complete at last! He felt… perfect.

“I’ll be honest bro. I could’ve just completed your merge without the face fucking but seeing that video got me so damn riled up!” The hulking warlock admitted. “To make it up to ya I’ll toss in a freebie and alter your reality to make life easier for you my man.” With that Wavell placed a heavy hand on Trevor’s forehead and focused.

Merging as many aspects of his two former lives as possible. Making it so the world believed Trevor always existed and his sums did not. Giving him a mix of friend groups, giving him one of each parent (Josh’s father and David’s mother) while the other two parents were family friends. Keeping Josh’s Sports Studies course as a major while minoring in Physiology on David’s side. All that and more to perfectly blend the two lives into one. Blending them into Trevor.

“Woah.” Was all Trevor could say as Wavell removed his hand. “I… don’t know what to say…” He looked down at his hands, finally feeling as though they were his and something he shared with someone else.

“You don’t have to say anything dude. My execution of the Homo-Bomb might’ve been a tinnny bit sloppy but if your desire to merge was strong enough to cause my magic to deviate that dramatically then it was probably meant to be.” Wavell gave the merged hunk a wink. “Besides, this was pretty amusing for me. Anomalies like this make it fun. Not to mention I got some pretty good notes!” He glanced over towards the notepad he’d set down before transforming earlier. “Speaking of, I don’t feel like finishing those off. That’s all Chris.”

In an instant, the warlock’s massive muscles began to deflate once again to a much more modest size. His face grew more mature and his hair turned silver once more. Within moments the dashing Chris Wavell had returned with the gym clothes Alex had created morphing back into a fitted suit. He straightened his tie a little and smiled. “Well. I suppose my work here is done.”

He grabbed the notepad and checked over the notes he’d made earlier before adding some extra ones. “Interviewing you has been quite the treat Trevor. You’re one of a kind in this little experiment of mine.” He explained while writing. “I wish I could stay and chat longer with you but there’s still more subjects I must att-“ Wavell was cut off as he was suddenly wrapped up in a big hug.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Trevor exclaimed, holding the warlock tight and even lifting him up off his feet for a moment.

“Oh. Uhmm… you're welcome Trevor.” Wavell responded awkwardly. It was rare he ever received something like a hug from anyone besides his boyfriend. It was strange but… nice. Though he wasn’t much of a hugging person he just sort of patted Trevor’s back. Trevor didn’t mind though. Not one bit. He just wanted to show Wavell how grateful he was!

“I feel as though you’ve made me everything I was always meant to be. Everything Josh and David wished they could be!” He continued as he slowly released his grip on the suited man. “I don’t know exactly what that Homo-Bomb thing is that you were talking about but I’m so glad you made it! You’re a hero…” He leaned in and gave Wavell a big kiss on the cheek causing the all-powerful warlock to blush slightly.

“Hero huh?…” Wavell pondered on the word. He’d never really seen himself as a force for good or evil.

Just a force.

“Well. It was my pleasure, my dear friend. I hope now you can lead an even more fulfilling life than your former selves did.” He gave Trevor a sincere pat on the shoulder. “Oh, and I probably shouldn’t have told you about the Homo-Bomb. As far as everyone is concerned, I’m just investigating the event.” Wavell twirled the pen in his fingers and spun it onto his ear.

“Usually I’d erase your memories… but if you can promise to keep it between us then I’ll let you remember.” He smirked with a purpose.

“Of course. I won’t tell a soul.” Trevor confirmed with a big smile.

“Good. Well in that case I’ll be on my way. I might come back to visit sometime though to see how you’re getting on.” Wavell made his way towards the door, Trevor following close behind him. “Oh, and you should probably change those shorts.” He said, turning around and glancing down at the huge wet patch Trevor had from cumming over himself earlier.

With that, the Warlock said his farewell to the new completely merged man and was finally on his way towards his last handful of subjects.

Dane had been doing a good job at interviewing a lot of them so it was going to be fun to compare notes once they were finished. Speaking of, he should probably read over what he got written down…

Trevor Griffin. 21 years of age. College student studying both Physiology and Sports Studies. Two different birthdays converses with himself and has twice the amount of residual magic in his body.

Before the Homo-Bomb he was two people, David and Josh. They were acquaintances in high school and found themselves forming a romantic connection after moving in together for college. Quite the surprise since they seemed to be social opposites. They started a relationship shortly after Josh went through a breakup and claim to have been very happy but always found themselves desiring more.

Being envious of the things the other has achieved but in a way that made them feel as though they were parts of the same whole. Josh wishes he was smarter and David wishes he were buffer and more confident. These desires seem to have been so strong that they created an anomaly when they were affected by the Homo-Bomb.

Camera footage from Josh’s bedroom shows that, unlike most others who underwent individual changes, they were instead drawn to one another in an extremely intimate way. David is seen being lured into Josh’s bedroom by the magic where the two of them made love until they started fusing into one being. That being would be Trevor. A seemingly perfect mix between the two.

Trevor didn’t have any memory of this merge until he was shown the recording. His physical body is perfect however his two minds are not.

On the inside, David and Josh are still separate beings who are struggling to control their shared form. This is something that likely would resolve itself in time however I decided to help them along and merge their minds myself.

With my help, they’re now a complete fusion with a new reality to go along with it. That said I’m baffled that the Homo-Bomb would deviate to this degree. I know that I should’ve been more careful and performing such a new and experimental spell as Alex probably wasn’t the best idea but this case truly goes to show just how unpredictable magic can be when not perfected.

I’ll need to keep this in mind when I next try to perform the Homo-Bomb.

Once again, however, despite them not being my intention, I’m pleased with these results nonetheless. Seeing such an intelligent hunk such as Trevor be born out of this spell is quite a delight and he seemed to think the same judging by how grateful he was after figuring out I was the one that caused all this. I’ve allowed him to keep his memories for now as long as he keeps all this secret.

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John stood at the edge of the bustling city park, his eyes scanning the crowd. The late afternoon sun painted a warm glow on the concrete, and the distant sound of laughter and chatter filled the air. He felt a strange hunger, not for food, but for something… more. Something he hadn't felt in a while.

A young man in a blue tracksuit jogged by, and John's gaze lingered. He wasn't just watching the man's athletic form; he was considering his potential. The man's confidence was palpable, and John's thoughts grew darker. He knew what he had to do. He had to feed again.

As he strolled through the park, John couldn't help but feel like a predator. His eyes fell upon a group of men playing basketball, their muscles flexing and sweat glistening in the light. Each one of them had something to offer, something to absorb. But none of them had what he craved.

He continued his hunt, it had been a month since his last… acquisition. The thrill of the chase was as intoxicating as the power that came after. The park was a buffet of personalities, but John was looking for a very specific flavor today.

The scent of BBQ wafted through the air, and John's stomach growled. He wasn't hungry for food, though. He was hungry for power. For size. He needed a man with a cock that could make heads turn, one that would leave him feeling complete.

A group of university students lounged by the pond, their laughter carrying across the water. One of them, a tall, broad-shouldered guy named Mark, was telling a story with animated gestures. John felt a twinge in his loins as he watched Mark's biceps flex. That was it. That was what he wanted.

He approached with the ease of a seasoned hunter, his intentions masked behind a friendly smile. "Hey, guys, mind if I join you?" John asked, his eyes fixed on Mark. The others barely noticed him, but Mark's gaze lingered.

John listened to the tail end of Mark's story, chuckling along with the others. He took in every detail of Mark's physique, his mind racing with images of what lay beneath those baggy shorts. The group invited him to play a round of basketball, and John accepted, eager to get closer to his prey.

As they played, John studied Mark's movements, the way he dominated the court. His heart pounded in his chest, and not from exertion. Mark's confidence was a siren's song, drawing him in. The game went on, and John's plan began to take shape. He'd invite Mark back to his place under the guise of friendship, get him to let his guard down, and then… absorb him.

John's cock grew harder at the thought. He hadn't felt this alive in weeks. He watched Mark's body, imagining the thrill of consuming him, feeling that extra girth and length become a part of him. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the park in a soft, orange light, John saw his opportunity. "You guys are amazing," he said, faking a cramp. "But I've got to head home. Mark, you wanna come over and watch the game?"

Mark looked surprised but flattered. "Sure, man," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Lead the way."

They walked through the quieting park, the air thick with the promise of what was to come. John's mind raced with excitement. His apartment wasn't far, and he could already feel Mark's essence merging with his own. This was going to be the best hunt yet.

In his apartment, John offered Mark a drink. As they chatted about the game, John felt the tension in the air thicken. Mark was oblivious, sipping his beer and laughing at John's jokes. But John knew what was about to happen. His hunger grew stronger by the second.

"You know," John began, his voice low and seductive, "I've got a pretty sweet set-up in the bedroom for watching sports." Mark's eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly. "Come check it out."

The room was dimly lit, the perfect setting for what was to come. John's bed was strategically positioned, the sheets already pulled back. His heart raced as he led Mark closer. "It's… right here," he whispered, his hand lingering on the doorknob.

As Mark stepped into the room, John's true intentions revealed themselves. His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, and his body began to change. He grew taller, his muscles bulging, his cock swelling. Mark's laughter turned to a gasp of horror.

John lunged, wrapping his powerful arms around Mark's waist, pulling him closer. Mark's eyes went wide with fear as John opened his mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth. "Don't worry," John murmured, "This will only hurt a little."

And with that, John began to consume Mark, his body stretching and reshaping as he swallowed the screaming young man whole. The sensation was exquisite, every inch of Mark's cock being absorbed into John's own, making him feel more powerful than ever before.

As Mark's body was fully engulfed, John felt the power surge through him. His cock grew, pulsating with each panicked beat of Mark's heart. The absorption was complete, and John felt whole. The fear and the screams had only made it sweeter.

He stood back, admiring his new reflection in the mirror. The sight of his now massive cock made him grin. He knew he had made the right choice with Mark. The feeling of power and satisfaction was overwhelming, but he knew he couldn't stay in this euphoric state forever. Reality was waiting for him outside the bedroom door, and he had to deal with it.

John took a deep breath and went to the kitchen to grab a beer, his new size bouncing with each step. He chuckled to himself, feeling a new sense of confidence. He had never been this big before, and it was going to be quite the adjustment. He could feel the young man's athleticism, his confidence, and his… sexual prowess. The thought made John's cock twitch with excitement. He had never absorbed someone so… well-endowed.

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Aftermath of the Homo-Bomb - Andrew and Mateo

(Original story posted July 29th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

Read The Prologue first! Read Jack’s Interview here! Read Theo’s Interview here! Read Lewis’ interview here! More soon to come…

Wavell sat across from the happy gay couple who’d gleefully let him into their home. They were practically wrapped around each other on the couch, smiling and giggling as they subtly groped one another. It was as if they were trying to be civil in his presence but just couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Not that Wavell minded. If anything he thought it was cute. It reminded him of the way he was with Dane most of the time. So giddy and happy to be in the other’s company.

“Sorry uhh… what did you say you were here for?” The man in the red shirt asked with a smile, not remembering why exactly they’d let this stranger into their house.

“Well I was hoping I could ask the pair of you a few questions regarding the strange event that took place in this town recently. From what I know, a vast number of people here have been affected by some otherworldly power. My colleague and I have been gathering data on those who’ve experienced it. So what I wanna know is, have either of you undergone any strange changes as of late. New feelings or emotions that have sprouted seemingly out of nowhere?” Wavell asked but of course he already knew the answer judging by the aura of magic emanating from the couple.

The two men looked at each other and giggled before holding hands. “Ohhh yeah. Big time.” The other man in the black shirt replied. “I still can’t believe it but honestly I think we’re happier than we’ve ever been!” He boasted before leaning in and giving his boyfriend a kiss.

Wavell smiled softly. “It would seem that way.” He watched as the pair stared at one another lovingly, practically undressing themselves with their eyes. “Well I’d be delighted if you could tell me all about it.” He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out a note pad and pen before waving them about comedically. “My name is Mr Wavell by the way. And you are?…”

The man in the red shirt answered first. “My names Andrea-” He stopped rather suddenly, chuckling a little. “Sorry, I mean Andrew. Andrew Gardener” He corrected.

The other man seemed just as amused by the slip up. “And I’m Mateo Ramos.” He added.

Wavell quickly scribbled down the names of the two men. “Andrew and Mateo. Such wonderful names for an equally handsome couple” he complimented, causing the two men to blush. After which he went through the usual routine of questions. Asking their ages, what they do for work and what types of people they consider themselves to be. He quickly found out that they were both the same age, 28 years old, with Andrew being about 3 months older. As for jobs, Andrew explained how he worked a simple office job not far away while Mateo worked as a model and personal trainer. When asked how they’d describe themselves, Andrew seemed to think of himself as a quiet but hard working and considerate person while Mateo believed himself to be confident, outspoken and always driven towards his next goal. All stuff Wavell seemed happy to write down.

“Now tell me. What’s your story. What experience did the pair of you undergo during and after the strange event that’s taken hold of this town?” Wavell finally asked, eager to know if these two were your average homo-bomb case of straights gone gay or if one or both of them were somehow anomalies.

Andrew and Mateo gave each other a knowing look before Andrew decided to speak up. “Well you see, we were actually already a couple before this but… we weren’t a gay couple.”

———

- Night of the Homo-Bomb -

After a long day of work, Mateo and his girlfriend Andrea had come home at last. Mateo had been fully booked for the day with clients to train at the gym while Andrea had been working non-stop at the office. Needless to say they were both happy to get home and chill out in each other’s company.

As they ate dinner together, Andrea went on to tell Mateo about her day. Telling him about how they’d been considering people for promotions at work recently so she’d been working extra hard to get one. She was already one of the most efficient workers amongst her peers anyway so she was almost certain she’d snag the promotion she deserved. However for some reason they kept putting the men in her office at the top of the consideration even if they were objectively worse at the job than she was! She loved her colleagues and she knew it wasn’t their fault, even if she couldn’t help feeling a little resentful, but the blatant sexism her bosses were showing had her wanting to rip her hair out! Even if it was wrong, she couldn’t help wishing sometimes that she were a man like Mate. Maybe then she wouldn’t be undermined and under appreciated.

Mateo sympathised with his girlfriend. He knew how hard she worked and how she deserved a promotion more than anyone in that office. It was just a shame the higher ups were refusing to see that. All he could do was console her while offering her the encouragement to keep being amazing until her bosses were forced to recognise her. Hearing that really seemed to put a smile on Andrea’s face after the frustrating day she’d had.

Before they knew it the couple were falling into bed together later that night, kissing and holding each other close. It wasn’t long before they were fully nude and engaging in a little foreplay before Mateo got his cock lined up with Andrea’s entrance. The room filled with lustful moans as he made the plunge inside. Little did the two of them know, this was the last time they’d ever get to experience this type of sex…

Once both parties were satisfied they got themselves cleaned up and rolled back into bed, now completely exhausted. Soon enough both Andrea and Mateo found themselves steadily drifting off to sleep and as Andrea's eyes fluttered shut, she couldn’t help wondering if her life would’ve been easier had she just been born a man instead.

Hours later the couple were fast asleep like the rest of the town and still holding one another close. Mateo’s large manly body pressed against Andrea’s smaller feminine one. Little were they aware however that a certain warlock and his dashing boyfriend were hovering above the town as they dreamt. Not long after that very same warlock unleashed a burst of magic on the town of which he deemed ‘The Homo-Bomb’. A powerful mass of magical energy designed to explode into a mist with the built in purpose of seeking out any straight man within its radius and turning them completely gay. And that’s exactly what it set out to do.

The purple mist surged across town, infecting many a man in its wake. Its power changed them for the better as far as the warlock was concerned. Naturally it didn’t take very long for the magical fog to seep its way into Mateo and Andrea’s bedroom as well.

As expected the fog surged into Mateo’s body first after swiftly identifying him as a straight man. Pushing inside his muscular body through any entrance it could find. His mouth, his nose… his asshole. Infiltrating his body as efficiently as possible. Immediately his cock jumped up, hard as a rock once again, as the magic began twisting his desires. Any attraction he would’ve had towards women was morphed into an attraction for men. Filling his head with desires for big pecs, muscle butts and fat cocks. Not stopping until Mateo was completely and utterly homosexual with his current dream turning into that of a sex dream with all kinds of hunks surrounding and fucking him to his greatest delight.

Normally the mist wouldn’t have a reason to stick around. The only other person in the house was Andrea and the warlock hadn’t programmed it to do anything to women. It should’ve just dissipated, its job complete. Yet for some reason the magical fog was drawn towards Andrea’s body as well as it somehow connected with her thoughts. Her wish to be a man. And so the fog went rogue. Doing something it wasn’t programmed to do and entering the body of a straight woman…

Like Mateo, the mist coursed into her from every entrance it could until her body was filled with enough magical power that some kind of physical transformation could take place. Andrea couldn’t help tossing and turning as her body lit up with sparks of pleasure just as her boyfriends had before her. Only it wasn’t her sexual desires that were going to change, it was her body itself.

Strangely enough the transformation began with her head. The likes of her long blonde hair receding significantly into a shorter, cropped cut before darkening to a brown hue. The soft shape of her face began to fade in favour of a sharper look that was most visible in her chin and jawline as they grew wider and more pronounced. Her eyes on the other hand became less feminine and more deep set while her eyebrows thickened and her nose broadened. Even her somewhat thin lips from before found themselves plumping up into lips that anyone would be lucky to kiss, only now they were being surrounded by a thick stubble that’d quickly sprouted across her face. As the last of her features readjusted themselves, Andrea’s head had transformed completely into that of a man. An odd contrast to her still womanly body for sure. But it wouldn’t remain that way for long.

Once she had the face of a man, the transformation spread further down her body starting with her neck. It thickened quite noticeably as a lump in her throat made itself visible. Almost immediately her feminine moans turned to masculine grunts due to the sudden dropping of her vocal cords until it settled on a much deep commanding resonance.

Those same masculine groans would only continue to be heard as Andrea’s traps and shoulders began to bulge. Growing thicker and broader alongside her upper back. Already she was gaining that wide upper body shape that most men strived for which only looked more impressive as her chest started to develop. Her modest breasts shrunk down to almost nothing while her nipples became far less pronounced. Her chest didn’t stay small for longer however as moments after it began burgeoning once again, only this time with powerful muscle. Swelling into two powerful pecs that would demand attention from anyone that laid eyes upon them. Looking like swollen pillows of muscle you could fall asleep on yet still cabals of becoming hard as a rock with a single flex. Her new male chest was even heftier now than when she was a woman! Meanwhile as her waist reformed into a more masculine shape, her arms were already well on their way to matching her torso.

Once her back and shoulders had grown to such a wide degree with powerful muscle, her still dainty arms and hands looked very strange in comparison. However they wouldn’t look out of place for long as powerful veins raced along them, thick and pulsing. She grumbled in her sleep as her arms began pumping themselves up, her tiny hands growing into meaty calloused mitts that were made for picking up heavy weights at the gym. All the while, her biceps and triceps expanded with newfound size and muscle, gaining the kind of explosive strength Andrea could have only ever dreamed of! Soon enough her biceps and forearms were almost as big as her boyfriends! So thick and juicy. Even straight men wouldn’t be able to keep their eyes off guns like what she now possessed, not that there would be any straight men left in the town after tonight. She could probably curl around ten times the weight she could before, maybe even more! Anyone would think twice before messing with her now, lest they want a taste of just how powerful her manly arms were.

With that Andrea’s entire upper half was all man. Huge back, giant arms, massive pecs. She was already becoming quite the specimen but of course her transformation wasn’t done just yet with her lower half still looking incredibly feminine. But that would be fixed soon enough.

The next target on the magic’s hit list was Andrea’s ass. She’d never been all that gifted in the rear area having always had a rather small butt. Or at least she did until now. When the transformation spread to her backside she couldn’t help clenching her ass tight while it changed. Before long it’d lost its feminine in favour of a more masculine form. But that wasn’t all as even after obtaining a man’s butt, it decided to grow like the rest of her body had so far. Fattening with muscle that caused her body to rise up a little until she finally adorned the kind of big round bubble butt you’d normally see on pro football players. Seems like she’d have to deal with people always wanting to walk behind her from now on just to watch her thick man butt jiggle with every step.

But with that one of the biggest changes was finally on the horizon. Andrea couldn’t help letting out a deep murmur in her sleep as her ovaries began twisting and pulling inside her. It was as if someone had stuck their hands inside her and was trying to pull them out… and somehow they succeeded. On their journey down, her ovaries had morphed into a fat pair of testicles, protected by a large ball sack that’d pushed its way out and now sat comfortably between her legs as her pussy quickly began sealing up behind it. Just before it could disappear however, a small fleshy tip pushed its way through. The small sensitive piece of flesh soon found itself growing at an alarming speed until it was fully recognisable as none other than a fat cock. It flopped and bucked around between Andrea’s legs as it proceeded to grow to its full soft length of five inches before continuing to bloat via an erection.

The bedsheets soon began to tent as her cock grew harder and harder by the second until it reached its full length of seven and a half inches. It had some hefty girth to go along with it too. For most men having a dick that big would be considered a dream come true! Well shaped with above average measurements, not to mention the cum factory that was her fat bull nuts below already churning plenty of semen.

With Andrea’s new manhood already locked and loaded, there was only one part of her body left. Her legs. And the very first thing they did upon being touched by the magic was lengthen. Immediately her height began to increase substantially. Her torso had already stretched taller whilst it was packing on muscle earlier so her total height by now must’ve been around a looming 6’2. Much more imposing than her former 5’7. But of course it wouldn’t stop there.

Andrea couldn’t stop herself from mindlessly bucking her hips in her sleep, rubbing her erection against the bedsheets while her legs began to bulk up. Quads and hamstrings, all the muscles that made up her thighs flexing involuntarily. And with every flex they packed on more and more muscle. Becoming thicker by the second to help give her new balls plenty of protection. It was a good thing she slept naked as any underwear she’d have been wearing would’ve been easily torn apart by her thighs. The kind of muscle thighs most people would beg to have their head between just so they can be squished between their thickness and feel their power suffocating them up. Thankfully her calves also received a similar treatment, bulking up considerably with new mass which served to help round out her manly body. All that was left was for her dainty feet to expand and that’s exactly what they did, growing into huge size 13 men’s feet. There’s no way she’d be able to walk into a room from now on without someone noticing her thunderous footsteps.

With that a few final touches spread their way across Andrea’s body. Most notably a light dusting of body hair that covered her chest and legs to give her that extra sense of masculinity. But once that was done, Andrea’s transformation came to close. The magic that’d invaded her body believing it’d done its job in creating another homosexual man. Yet she still refused to wake from her deep slumber, instead continuing to toss and turn in bed with her hard cock bouncing all over the place until finally she found herself spooning Mateo. A small lustful grin spread across her face as she managed to sleepily slide her cock between her boyfriend's ass cheeks before subconsciously thrusting her new dick back and forth between them. With how pumped she was already after such a transformation, it didn’t take long before Andrea was already blowing her first load all over Mateo’s back with a dumb satisfied smile all over her manly face.

The couple would certainly have quite the surprise waiting for them when they woke up the next morning…

———

“So you’re telling me that you went to sleep as a happy straight couple and by the time you woke up, Andrea had become Andrew and Mateo suddenly found he was attracted to men now?” Wavell clarified while making notes.

“That’s pretty much it. Everything was normal when we went to bed but when we woke up, this is how things were.” Mateo confirmed, looking over at his once girlfriend now turned handsome boyfriend.

“I don’t even remember turning into a man honestly.” Andrew admitted as he ran a hand down his muscled torso. “I guess I slept through it somehow because when I opened my eyes I was already a total hunk! I mean I’m even wearing some of Mateo’s clothes because there was no way in hell any of mine were gonna fit.” He said while tugging the red shirt a little.

Wavell nodded. “Well I have to say this is certainly interesting. Mateo, you seem to have been affected in the same way as most other men in town. By far the most common theme has been straight men somehow turning gay.” He then turned to Andrew. “You on the other hand are much a different case. For a start hardly any women in town were affected at all so the fact that you were is already an anomaly. But unlike most men, you didn’t experience a change in sexuality. Rather you underwent quite the dramatic physical transformation from what you’ve told me! I’ve come across a few others who’ve undergone things like muscle growth, age progression and more but you’re the first one I’ve seen to undergo a complete sex change from female to male! It’s both incredible and perplexing…” Wavell stroked a hand through his beard as he pondered this new anomaly.

Andrew smiled. “Oh it’s definitely incredible alright.” He flexed a bicep before giving one of his pecs a squeeze through his shirt. “Being a man feels better than I could ever have imagined! Before I always felt weak and frail but now I’m just so huge and powerful! It’s fucking great! I can practically feel the testosterone flowing through me! Honestly I don’t even care how it happened, I’m just grateful that it did because I never want to go back!” He claimed boldly as one of his hands slid down towards his crotch before giving it a hefty squeeze. “I don’t have to deal with boobs, periods or getting pregnant anymore. Plus now that I’ve got this manly body and a dick between my legs, I can finally see what all this male privilege stuff is about!” He added half jokingly with a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Once everyone at work sees how I’ve changed, maybe those sexist old men at the top will finally consider me for a promotion now that I’ve got a pair of balls in my pants.”

Wavell seemed rather amused by the former woman’s response. “So I take it you’re happy with your new body Andrew?” He chuckled. “In that case, might I ask what your favourite part of it is?”

Andrew thought about it for a moment, looking down at himself. “God I don’t know. There’s so many things I love about it. My deep new voice is one. I just love how masculine it sounds. My pecs feel amazing as well. One of the first things I did after waking up was trying to bounce them and I got the hang of it pretty quick.” He flexed his pecs a little through his shirt gleefully to demonstrate. “But fuck these arms feel amazing. The way my biceps bulge anytime I move them is just intoxicating. They’re just so massive and flexing them makes me feel like I'm invincible! Honestly I could go on about every part of my body but I’ve gotta say, as predictable as it sounds, I think my favourite part has got to be this new cock.” He admitted as the very manhood he spoke of began chubbing up a little in his pants. “I was a bit nervous to touch it at first because it was so weird and different from what I’m used to but after I got in the shower for the first time, I couldn’t help touching it. It’s crazy how it can go from being so soft and floppy to hard and firm at just the slightest stimulation. And I have to admit, cradling my balls felt pretty good as well.” His face went a little red, feeling as though he might’ve overshared just a touch.

“Well I’m glad to hear you seem so comfortable with your new body already. Not everyone would adjust to such a dramatic change so fast.” Wavell shifted a little in his seat, trying to hide his own erection slowly growing in his suit pants “Now this next question might seem a tad personal but I’m curious to know, have you masturbated or had sex since your transformation Andrew?”

The new man blushed a little. He might’ve been openly grabbing his crotch a moment ago but a question like that had certainly caught him a little off guard. And yet for some reason he almost felt compelled to give this man an answer. “Well I… might’ve touched my dick a little too much while I was in the shower. It just felt so good, you know. Having a cock is so different to a vagina. It’s like once it gets hard it’s nearly impossible to ignore. I just kept touching and stroking it until… I came.” He reflected back on the memory, remembering just how incredible it’d felt when his dick spasmed and released ropes of hot cum all over the shower wall. How his entire body had shuddered with blissful relief afterwards. “I also think I came in my sleep after becoming a man. When we woke up I was spooning Mateo and my underwear was all sticky…”

“So you’ve experienced a male orgasm but… you haven’t tried male on male sex? Is that right?”

Before Andrew could answer, Mateo chirped in. “No we haven’t. We thought about it a lot after waking up that morning but I’ve never had sex with a man before and Andrew has never had sex as a man before so the thought of it has been sort of intimidating for the both of us. It feels like we’re virgins all over again.”

“Ahhhh I see. So what you’re saying is you want to have sex but the idea of having sex as two men scares you. I can understand that. Sometimes new and unfamiliar things can be scary for all of us. But don’t worry, I can help you with it.” Wavell got up from his chair and made his way over to the couple across from him.

“Wait, what do you mea-” Andrew was cut off as Wavell placed a glowing hand on both his and Mateo’s head. Their eyes began to glow a bright purple just like Wavell’s as the warlock's magic surged into them. Suddenly their brains began to swarm with a mass of brand new knowledge on having intercourse as gay men. It was as if every trick in the book for two men to pleasure one another was suddenly revealed to them. At the same time Wavell made sure to elevate their libido’s to an almost unbearable level, causing both men to groan out as their cocks shot up to full length and bulged against their pants in an obscene and uncontrollable fashion.

With that Wavell took a step back, releasing them from his magic. “So boys? How do you feel now?” He asked, smirking inwardly as he watched the two hunks struggling to comprehend what the magical being before them had just done.

“I… I feel…” Andrew struggled to get a word out as his cock bucked as it strained against his pants, demanding attention. “I… feel like… I need… TO FUCK!” He shouted as thoughts of nothing but sex, dick and ass clouded his mind.

“Mmmmmm god… me too! Need to FUUUCKK!!” Grumbled Mateo who was having a similar issue of not being able to think of anything that wasn’t related to sex as he groped his rock hard cock through his pants. In an instant Mateo jumped on top of Andrew, grinning down at him lustfully as his boyfriend returned the same look. Their faces slowly drifted closer and closer as the gap between them shrunk until it closed at last with the touching of their lips. Touching softly as kissed gingerly at first but quickly their desire for one another began cracking up the intensity.

In no time the couple had jumped up from the sofa and began making out with a fiery passion. It was clear Andrew was now the taller of the two, standing a good 2 inches taller than Mateo, which was ironic considering how short he once was. As they kissed feverishly, they held each other as close as possible until the only thing separating their muscled bodies was a few layers of thin clothing. But of course that didn’t stop them from rubbing their crotches together as they both kept at least one hand firmly grasped on the other’s ass.

“Mmmmm… I’m gonna pound your tight fucking ass so hard with my dick.” Andrew claimed between kisses as he reached down to unbuckle his pants. Mateo in turn followed his lead and within seconds the two men allowed their throbbing cocks to flop out into the open. Andrew couldn’t help but grin maliciously as the difference between the cock sizes became painfully clear. Mateo had a rather average dick that sat around a respectable 5.5 inches hard with decent thickness. Andrews however was a whole other beast as it’d grown to a monstrous 8 or more inches with girth so thick it was bound to make anyone scream. “Guess I’m the man of the house now huh?” Andrew teased while smacking his giant dick against his boyfriend’s smaller one, causing Mateo’s face to go red as he couldn’t believe the man that used to be his girlfriend had a dick so much bigger than his! Yet at the same time he couldn’t help finding it so damn hot…

Without another second to think, Andrew gripped the waist of Mateo’s pants and yanked them down to his knees. “Kick them off and show me your ass.” Andrew demanded like the powerful man he now was. Naturally Mateo obeyed, tossing his pants and underwear to the side before turning around and crawling onto the couch. Back arched and ass up in the air, ready to be serviced. “Fuuuck yeah that’s perfect…” Andrew grunted as he knelt down, mesmerised by the sight of his lover’s thick fuzzy ass. His face slowly drew closer to the two hairy globes until finally he pressed his face between them, finding himself in heaven as he did. After that it didn’t take long for Andrew to put some of his new knowledge to good use as he started eating out Mateo’s ass like a porn star. Digging his tongue in deep and tasting the inside of his boyfriends tight virgin hole. “Mmmphh mmmphhhh fuck… I love mmmph… eating ass! mmmmmph!”

Once Mateo’s hole was finally prepped, Andrew was eventually able to find the strength to pull his head out of the other man’s hairy ass despite wishing he could just stay there forever. Instead he got back up onto his feet before stripping off and throwing his clothes across the room. Soon enough Andrew stood naked in all his male glory with his fat monster dick standing at full attention. Not wanting to waste any time however, Andrew shuffled forwards a little before rubbing the tip of his dick against Mateo’s hungry hole. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do. He was going to penetrate another person. Something he’d never imagined being able to do. Andrew always thought he was destined to be the one getting penetrated. But now, as a thick veiny cock throbbed between his legs, he finally had the chance to be the one doing the thrusting!

With a hungry grin Andrew just couldn’t contain his lust any longer. Without a second of warning, he pressed the fat head of his cock inside Mateo’s ass causing the former straight man to bellow in a mix of pain and pleasure. That initial feeling of pressing his cock inside another man’s ass set off fireworks in Andrew’s brain. Without even thinking he lost all self control and slammed his entire 8+ incher inside his boyfriend's tight hole causing Mateo to scream a flurry of swears due to the almost unbearable feeling of having such a giant rod stuffed inside him all at once. However he was soon silenced as on instinct Andrew reached around and covered Mateo’s mouth, muffling his pained cursing.

“Be quiet and take daddy’s dick bitch.” Andrew blurted out as he slowly but surely began to pump his cock back and forth, starting with a gentle rhythm. “It might hurt now but you’ll learn to love it you little cock slut.” The dirty talk came to him so naturally like an instinct. “Fuck I love being a man…” he muttered to himself under his breath.

As this went on, Wavell was still very much present and sat in the chair across from the pair of horny men. He couldn’t help whipping out his dick and stroking it a little as he watched Andrew slowly move his hips back and forth while he found his footing. He knew he should probably stop interfering with his subjects but it was just too damn fun!

Gradually Andrew began to pick up the pace, ass clenching a little with every thrust as he got faster and faster. “Fuck fuck fuck! Mmmm yeah! I’m the only that fucks around here from now on! You got that!?” He proclaimed in a lustful haze.

“Y-yes sir… nnnrgg…” Mateo just about managed to grunt out, his asshole feeling as though it was on fire from the sudden invasion. Andrew’s giant fucking dick hurt so fucking much… So why the hell was he actually kinda enjoying it?

“Good boy.” Andrew gave Mateo’s ass hearty smack that left a red mark before gripping Mateo’s hips and drilling his cock into the hole with even more aggression than before. Thrusting back and forth in a way that almost seemed primal. Like Andrew wanted nothing more than to breed his boyfriend’s ass. “That’s it! Your thick muscle ass belongs to me now! Don’t you forget it!” He groaned while burying himself to the hilt, balls pressing against Mateo's aforementioned muscle ass.

All Mateo could do was agree and comply with everything Andrew said as if being speared on that giant dick was somehow hypnotising him into doing so. He used to be the dominant one in their relationship but now he was being pinned down and fucked into a oblivion like a submissive slut.

Neither of them knew exactly how long they fucked for. They were so horny they completely lost track of time. For Andrew all he cared about was breeding boyfriends hot ass to the point where he was jackhammering into it with such speed and strength that the decorations and furniture around the room began to shake and creek. Books and ornaments began falling off shelves and onto the floor but that wasn’t about to stop Andrew. He had one goal and one goal only and that was to fuck. He moaned out, plowing that ass with everything he had until finally his balls began to churn.

“NEED TO… BREED… ASS… NRRGHHAAAAHHHHH!!!” Andrew let out the most animalistic roar of his life, the deep bass of his voice reverberating through the entire house as finally he busted a load. His fat dick practically flooded Mateo’s hole with how much cum his balls had produced. Shooting aggressive spurts that coated Mateo’s insides generously.

After a couple minutes of cooling down Andrew carefully extracted his softening cock from Mateo’s backside, allowing a pool of cum to spill out from the hole as he did. “Now that was some of the best sex of my fucking life… dudes have it soooo much fucking better.” He commented while giving Mateo’s butt a playful pat. “No wonder you guys always wanna fuck like rabbits.”

Mateo could hardly even respond. His asshole was throbbing from the pain of being stretched so wide by Andrew’s dick while his own cock was still hard as a rock and ready to blow any second!

Seeing this, Andrew leaned down and planted a few kisses along the back of Mateo’s neck. “Awww I’m sorry babe. I know I got a little carried away. I thought you were exaggerating when you said dicks have minds of their own but I could barely control this thing.” Andrew smacked his soft cock, slick with cum, against Mateo’s ass cheeks a few times. “I meant what I said though…” he continued as he got up from the couch and walked around until his soft yet still fat cock was right in front of Mateo’s eyes. “From now on I’m the one that gives dick and you’re the one that takes it. Got that?” He smacked Mateo’s face with his dick a few times in a display of his new manly dominance.

“B-but Andrew… your butt… it’s so big and juicy now. You’ve gotta… let me have a go at it.” Mateo whined between heavy breaths while Andrew continued to lather his face with cum.

Andrew glanced over his shoulder at his huge new bubble ass and shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose you’ve got a point. It would be a waste to not use this thing huh?” He agreed before turning around so that his fat muscle ass was right in Mateo’s face. “Fine. If you’re good and do everything daddy says then I might let you have a go at my ass from time to time.” He didn’t even give Mateo a chance to respond before grabbing the back of his head and pressing it between his colossal ass cheeks, smothering his newly submissive boyfriend between them. Moments later he heard a deep muffled moan come from Mateo as he finally blew a fat load.

“Well that was certainly a wonderful performance, you two.” The sound of Wavell’s voice made both Andrew and Mateo jump. Somehow they’d been completely oblivious to the man’s presence this whole time. How the hell could they have forgotten he was there. It was as if he’d been invisible to them somehow. Not only that but he now seemed to be tucking his dick away after seemingly soaking his own suit in a load of cum. “I have to thank you for the entertainment but it would seem I’ve got everything I need so…” He waved a hand and suddenly his clothes were clean again. “I shall bid you farewell.”

The warlock got up from his chair once again before outstretching a hand towards Andrew to which the man cautiously shook it. “I hope you enjoy your new life as a big dicked man. Judging by how you just dominated your boyfriend, I’d say you were born for it” he complimented. “And as for you Mateo, just do everything Andrew tells you to do. Before long your asshole will be begging for his dick. Trust me.” He patted the other man on the back. “And remember everything that happened here today stays between us.” Wavell’s eyes glinted that familiar violet. Andrew and Mateo didn’t question the man. Simply nodding and agreeing with him.

With that done, Wavell left the newly gay couple to clean themselves up so they could get back to sorting out their new lives. It was mainly Andrew who’d have to go through the headache of changing a bunch of legal documents and what not so Wavell decided to grant one last favour. With a snap of his fingers he did a tiny bit of reality bending that would take care of it all. It was the least he could do after his experiment was what had caused all this.

It wasn’t long before Wavell was on the streets again looking for his next subject. As he made his way towards the closet homonomb magic signature, Wavell skimmed over the notes he had for both the previous men.

Andrew Gardener (formerly Andrea Gardener). 28 years old. In a relationship with Mateo Ramos. Works an office job. Believes himself to be hardworking and considerate while also being a quiet person around others though his interview seemed to suggest otherwise. Prior to homo-bomb he was a heterosexual female who’d apparently been yearning to know what it felt like to be a man. This desire may have triggered some sort of abnormal reaction with the homo-bomb as instead of ignoring her, the homo-bomb transformed her completely into a tall muscular man with functional male genitals. Despite such an intense physical transformation, the subject doesn’t seem to be distressed or upset about it. Instead he seems to have adjusted to his new body rather quickly and seems eager to explore it and the benefits it may come with. He didn’t have much issue exploring a male orgasm once alone in the shower; however he was nervous to undergo sex for the first time as a man. Due to this I took it upon myself to bless him with all the knowledge and experience of gay sex he’d ever need while cranking up his sex drive. He naturally slipped into a more dominant role with his partner Mateo, partially due to his significantly above average penis and testicles. In conclusion Andrew is without a shadow of a doubt an anomaly. The homo-bomb was never intended to affect women whatsoever so the fact that it did shows that the spell itself still has lots of imperfections to smooth out. His aforementioned desire to become a man prior to the homobomb, even if just a fantasy, is likely a strong contributing factor to his change. That said, I’m pleased with the results. Not to mention the subject seems happier than ever now with his new body.

Mateo Ramos. 28 years old. In a relationship with Andrew Gardener. Works as a model and personal trainer. Believes himself to be confident, outspoken and driven to which I can’t attest. Unlike his now boyfriend, Mateo does not seem to be an anomaly. Prior to the homo-bomb he described himself as a heterosexual man but now he seems to be completely homosexual. The subject didn’t detail to me any other changes either mental or physical that would suggest he was affected in an abnormal way. Similar to his boyfriend however, he did feel some anxiety about having gay sex for the first time so I took the liberty of giving him knowledge and experience in gay intercourse also. With a quick amp to his libido as well, he and his boyfriend were all over each other. Once Andrew displayed a dominant nature and his larger penis, Mateo was quick and easy to accept a more submissive role in their sexual relationship. In conclusion I can confidently say Mateo has been affected by the homo-bomb in the correct intended way.

“Looks good to me.” Wavell muttered while walking up the steps to a different house, sensing another homo-bomb affected individual inside. “So… who have we got next?”

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Just a Bit Bigger

Jung was a 22 young college athlete and vice captain of the rowing team. He had been the vice captain since he was a first year which was no probably. Jung was a fairly easy going guy and never getting captain never really bothered him, lately he wasn’t even sure if his heart was still in rowing. He had an incredible body but lately he had been admiring the young bodybuilders on the deadlifting team. Jung finished the last rowing practice before the winter break. The lake would freeze over and Jung would have a lot more time on his hands for the next few months. He got home thinking about his new workout plan for the winter. He thought about it for a while and decided he’d go out and try a bodybuilding program to get bigger, there was no way he’d get as big as the bodybuilders on his campus before the next rowing season but he would at least start to see if he liked it and wanted to continue with it. Jung opened up a word document and pasted a pic of himself he took a few days ago as his first progress pic.

Jung had no idea where to begin creating a bodybuilding plan or workout. for the past 6 years he had relied on daily rowing to pretty much do everything for him and the occasional heavy weight lifting over winter break but even then he never really went that heavy, he had mainly stuck to his maintenance to keep the boat as light as possible.

Googling away for a few hours he had gotten a diet and macro plan sorted and some of his workout plan but he was still lost in a rabbit hole and youtubeing heavy weight lifting form and what the best plan to build more muscle fast. He was about 8 pages deep into google when he saw a strange link. It was decorated with emoji stars and arms flexing. With nothing to lose and the best antivirus money could buy Jung shrugged and clicked on the link hoping he would get an easy free workout plan.

Moments after Jung clicked the link his computer screen began to glitch out and the sound of electricity and sparks filled the room. Jung began to freak out and he backed up expecting his computer to explode. Jung looking at the glitching screen and watched as two spectral hands grabbed the sides of the monitor and something began to pull itself out from his computer screen.

Jung fell off his computer as he watched the glitchy images pull itself out of the screen forming the silhouette of a man, the shape became more detailed every second until soon a torso spectral head and torso of a man was floating above the computer, connected into the screen through a long glitchy lower half where legs would be. The man was incredibly muscled with a deep jersey tan, bleached blonde hair, a red backwards cap and tinted glasses. “YO YO YO WHAT IS UP MY GUYYY” the man yelled “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU AND HOW ARE YOU IN MY FUCKING PC”

“aww what? like bro you like, totally summoned me?”

“SUMMONED YOU?? HOW THE FUCK DID I SUMMON YOU?? WHAT THE FUCK EVEN ARE YOU??” Jung shrieked clinging to the wall behind him trying to stand up.

“ohhh okay, I totally got you bro, so I’m a modern Djinn, like, the millennials of Djinns, instead of shitty lamps I got uploaded to the internet and blah blah” the Djinn noticed his reflection in the mirror in the corner of Jung’s room and began to flex to himself

“s-s-so I get to wish for anything?”

“NAAAH BRUH, I’m for sporting, muscles, health, blah blah all those boring rules”

“rule? what are they” Jung sheepishly asked

“UUUUUGGHHH” the Djinn stopped posing and turned to fully face Jung “its easy as bro, rule one you can wish for anything to do with sports, fitness or health” the Djinn flashed a double bicep pose “rule two, no backsies, don’t be a coward bro, be confident in your wish” the Djinn changed to a sideways pec pose “and third rule, you only get three” the Djinn began to flex his triceps and let out a loud grunt

Jung had managed to scramble himself up to his feet, still having no idea what was happening.

“so, any…sports wish?”

“YEAAH BRUH, NOW YA GETTIN IT, although I dunno why you got my link, you got a fuckin rockin bod bro, normally nerds and dorks click on my link, what do you do? tennis? baseball?” The Djinn asked turning to the mirror again

“I’m a rower, although I might wanna get into bodybuilding? I’m not entirely sure”

The Djinn stopped posing once again, Jung’s words catching his attention “YOOOOOOOOOOO BODYBUILDING, BRO, THATS MY FUCKING JAM BRO”

“Well I dunno, if I wanna go fully into bodybuilding” Jung sheepishly scratched the back of his neck

“nah nah nah bro I got you like okay” The Djinn put his hands on the sides of his head, rubbing his temple looking like a frat bro trying to generate a though “OKAY SO BRO I GOT IT, okay so like, you wish to be a bit bigger, if you like it, go full bodybuilder, IF you don’t like it, use the last wish for a rowers body like the one you got, TECHNICALLY you don’t break the rules”

“Okay, l-lets do that”

“nah bro, you gotta say it like, wish it”

“Okay, I wish, I wish you’d make me a bit bigger”

“YO WISH IS MY COMMAND BRUH….just accept the terms and conditions, normal tech shit bruh”

“oh okay…I accept?”

“YO WISH IS MY COMMAND BRUH” the Djinn snapped his fingers forming a finger gun pointing at Jung. 

There was a flash of light from the computer screen blinding Jung for a moment, but he felt his body begin to grow and stretch. He couldn’t see what was happening but he felt like he was inflating, like blood was being pumped directly into his body. The light finally faded from the room and Jungle was able to see his new body once again.

“YOOOOO LOOKIN GOOD BRUH” Yelled the Djinn

“d-d-DUDE, IM ACTUALLY BIGGER?” Jung yelled feeling up his new body.

“you lookin at a mystical tech genie and you surprised you actually changed?” The Djinn laughed

“yeah dude, I, thought I hit my head or something but now I’m actually bigger? not bodybuilder bigger but bigger?

“oh you only said a bit bigger bro, we can go even bigger”

Jung thought for a moment, feeling his newly enlarged biceps and tracing the lines of his chiselled muscles, he saw his already great body enhanced into something better, he definitely wanted to see what was next, and if he didn’t like he he could always wish for a rower’s body again”

“aight tech genie do your thing, I wish to be a bit bigger”

Once again the Djinn snapped his fingers and the room filled with light. Jung began to groan and moan as he felt his body expand again. The same feeling as before only this time he head his skin stretch and bones grind as he felt himself grow a few inches taller. The light in the room faded.

“daaammmn bro, I’d tap that” laughed the Djinn

But Jung was too interested in himself to notice the comment.

Jung was massive now, looking like he could be part of the deadlifting team, looking like he could be the captain of the deadlifting team. Jung grabbed his bicep, feeling the strength and size behind it, his hands found his way to his pec, it was the size of a dinner plate, bigger even. Jung squeezed his pec and moaned.

“Bro, why, why do I feel so, ummmm, horny?” Jung nervously looked away from the Djinn but staring in the mirror just made it worse.

“Coz you gay bro?” The Djinn said posing in the mirror floating above Jung.

“GAY? I DIDN’T WISH TO BE INTO DUDES”

“Bruh?? you serious?? terms and conditions bro, these bodies need to be appreciated none stop, so I make dudes gay to ya know?” the Djinn was barely paying attention to Jung’s shock.

Jung couldn’t keep himself from squeezing his body, sure he could be called a bodybuilder now but, if he thought he was hot now, how would he look in the next phase?

“Ready for the next wish bro?

“errrr, what should I do?”

“bro, I got chu, lemme hulk you out”

Being hunked out seemed awesome, and he had one more chance to go back to being a rower if he wasn’t into it.

“Okay Djinn, I wish you’d do your thing” Jung nervously said.

Once again the Djinn snapped his fingers. “alright bro LETS HULK YOU OUT!!!”

“WAIT HULK?? I THOUGHT YOU SAID HUNK??” Jung tried to protest but it was already too late, the room filled with light and Jung felt his body expanding, but not only his body, he felt his package expand in his underwear too, size increasing everywhere, more than he experienced the past few times. Jung felt himself growing even taller and the light began to fade from the room.

“DAAAAM BRO, LOOKS LIKE MY WORK IS DONE YO” The Djinn grabbed Jung by the shoulders shaking him with excitement

It didn’t take long for Jung’s eyes to come back into focus and for him to see his new body.

Jung couldn’t stop himself from feeling up his new massive body

“bro, wha, what did you do to me” Jung nervously rubbed the back of his neck whilst staring at his new massive form in the mirror.

“I hulked you out bro, and you look fucking huge, a human tank, an absolute BEAST”

“duuude, I thought you said hunk, like you were gonna turn me into a massive HUNK” Jung was doing his best to protest his new body but couldn’t help but feel himself up.

“why would I hunk you up when I could hulk you out bro?” The Djinn began to float towards the computer

“aight, okay, nah, I wish for a rower’s body, this is a bit too bulky” Jung said as he tried to pull the underwear that was uncomfortably wedged in his muscular ass

Jung caught himself in the mirror again and flexed his huge arm. Instantly the horniness came back and it was stronger than ever. Jung couldn’t help but pose his arms and feel his pecs.

“ayyy sorry bro, three wishes are up man, you a bodybuilder now”

“wha?? you mean?? THIS FUCKING BULKY FOREVER??” Jung began counting on his fingers double checking his wish.

“yeah sorry man, catch you on the flip side” The Djinn began to fade back into the computer.

“WAIT BRO, atleast gimmie some clothes that fit this huge, bulked out bod” Jung’s mouth almost watering as he looked down at his mountainous pecs

“sorry bro, not my area of wishes, catch you laterrrrrrrr” 

and just like that, the Djinn was sucked back into the computer leaving Jung standing in his room alone.

Jung tried to find something in his room that would fit his new body, even if he had to go commando, anything to get out of this tight restricting underwear but everything in his room was tiny. His pants could barely get around his calves. His training shorts were the only thing that sorta fit even though they had practically become underwear to him but the issue was his new height and size below. Jung was now 8ft tall and packin, Jung had to find something to wear, he couldn’t deal with how tight his underwear was anymore.

Jung bent over to pick up a pair of stretchy training legging to see if they’d fit when *ping* Jung heard a small rip and felt the confining underwear release him. Jung  slowly stood back up and looked in the mirror.

“oh…no”

Jung’s tight underwear let go in the back, falling to the front, his underwear was now his loincloth. Jung walked over to his computer realising he had to order all new clothes, stomping with every step causing everything loose in his room to shake.

Jung sat down at his desk, feeling his chair almost break under him. He leant forward on his desk hearing it creak under his massive weight. Jung went to search but got a notification.

“Hey bro!! sorry I had to leave you disappointed, hope this helps” it was signed from the tech genie. Inside the email was a folder filled with photos. Jung clicked on it and saw at least 10 photos all of his knew body flexing in the mirror, the Djinn must have taken them when Jung wasn’t looking.

“god…I look so good” Junk thought to himself, his mouth began to drool and his hand found its way under the thin clothe barely covering his junk. Jung leant back in his chair hearing it creak like it was about to break under him. Jung started to jerk himself off, staring at the pictures of himself on the screen. Jung lifted his other arm next to him and flexed his bicep.

“fuck I’m big”

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Drink Up

The gym was quiet this time of night, with only a handful of dedicated lifters milling around the various machines. Sam clutched the large plastic water bottle in both of his small hands as he entered the gym. At first glance, the liquid inside just looked like ordinary water, but on closer inspection, there was a strange shimmer that hinted at something extraordinary. 

The budding lifter made his way over to the free weights section, the extra fabric of his oversized basketball singlet draped loosely over his thin figure. Sam eyed the middle of the dumbbell rack as a good starting point. He gripped his slender hands around the weights and tried to lift them. Despite his body shaking with effort, he couldn’t budge them. The weight lay motionless, mocking him and his pathetic figure. Resigned, he slunk to the lightest weights, pathetic five-pounders, and collapsed onto the bench. He tried a dumbbell press, his arms screaming, veins throbbing under pale skin. One rep, barely, and his arms were on fire. He went for a second, but his arms gave out. The weights crashed to the floor, a humiliating clang in the quiet gym. His face burned, muscles howling, as he sat up, gasping, sweat beading on his forehead.

His gaze fell to the bottle. His secret weapon. He unscrewed the cap, the faint scent of sweat and raw musk hitting his nostrils. He recoiled momentarily, before he gingerly sipped the thick, syrupy liquid, letting it coat his tongue. It tasted salty sweet, primal, like distilled desire. He swallowed, and a warmth spread like wildfire through his veins. The soreness in his arms faded, replaced by raw energy. He glanced at his forearms - fuck, was that definition? A faint curve of muscle where only skin and bone had been before. It wasn’t much, but on his twig-like frame, it was a goddamn miracle.

Sam lay back down, grabbed the dumbbells, and pressed them up with ease, his form perfect. The potent elixir had worked, and his body felt alive. He’s come by the elixir by less than savoury means involving a football team’s sweaty jockstraps, but it promised a slow transformation over months if sipped sparingly. But the rush - fuck, it was intoxicating. It was liquid testosterone, making his skin tingle, his cock twitch, his body hum with strength. He went and grabbed another set of weights from further towards the centre of the rack and began to attack an arm workout with uncharacteristic fervour.

Mid-set, a shadow loomed over Sam. Chad, a jacked-up gym rat with bulging traps and pecs barely contained by a too-tight singlet crossed his meaty arms, smirking. “Yo, skinny,” Chad rumbled, voice dripping with mockery. “A real man needs this bench. Buzz off.”

Sam’s cheeks burned, not from the effort but from Chad’s words. He knew when he was outmatched. He made way for the larger man, who noisily began his set using weights several times heavier than Sam’s. A few heads turned, including a woman with long dark hair and a sports bra, her eyes flicking between Chad’s mass and Sam’s scrawny frame. Seeing the attention he was getting, Chad puffed his chest, singlet bursting seams, and grunted even louder as he attacked the weights.

Sam’s fists clenched, nails digging into palms. He wanted to snap back, to shove Chad’s smug face into the mirror. But his stick-thin arms betrayed him. The elixir gave him a taste of power but not enough to match Chad. The humiliation burned, a raw, pulsing anger, mixed with a pang of desire. A desire to be more. To dwarf Chad. To be the one making heads turn. To be the alpha. With a fierce determination, Sam grabbed his water bottle and stormed to the locker room.

In the locker room, fluorescent lights buzzed, the air thick with damp gym gear. Sam locked himself in a stall, hands shaking as he unscrewed the bottle’s cap. The liquid shimmered, pulsing, begging to be consumed. He’d planned to ration it, to experiment with doses to grow slowly and subtly. But Chad’s taunts echoed, and the extra testosterone surging through him drowned out any reason. Fuck it. He tilted the bottle and chugged, gulping thick, salty mouthfuls, the liquid coating his throat once more. He made three, four, five swallows before he stopped, gasping, realizing he’d downed a dose orders of magnitude than he should have. Panic hit. “Shit, no,” he muttered, stumbling to the sink. He jammed fingers down his throat, trying to puke it up, but it was too late.

A furnace roared to life inside him, fiercer than before. He was hot. Like really hot. So hot skin burned. He pulled his singlet over his head in a desperate attempt to cool down. Looking down his arm, the muscles twitched, then spasmed violently.  He gripped the sink, knuckles white, his reflection showing wide, terrified eyes. Then something else. A hunger. It had been buried deep within but now surged to the surface. 

Sam roared as his body exploded with growth. His forearms swelled, veins snaking to the surface like rivers of power, thick and pulsing. His arms exploded in size, his biceps and triceps swelling ever bigger. His chest surged, pecs rounding into slabs of meat, each muscle fibre twitching under glistening, sweat-slick skin. His shoulders widened, traps rising like mountains, sinew rippling with each laboured breath. His abs carved themselves into a brutal eight-pack, each ridge sharp enough to cut, sweat pooling in the deep grooves. His thighs thickened, quads bulging until his shorts strained, the seams popping audibly. His calves ballooned, socks tearing, revealing veins that throbbed with raw power. 

The heat wasn’t just muscular. The air was filled with sickening cracks as his frame stretched and thickened to accommodate his growing mass. A primal fire pooled in his groin, his cock hardening, growing heavier, thicker, until it strained his shorts, the outline an obscene, throbbing monument to his new potency. His balls ached, swelling with a heavy, pulsing need, each one shooting a huge amount of hormones throughout his body. The sensation was electric, erotic, every inch of his body hypersensitive. His skin felt like fire, every brush of fabric sending jolts of pleasure. He groaned, the sound deep, and animalistic, his voice resonating in his expanded chest. His nipples hardened, sensitive to the air, each breath a wave of arousal. His cock leaked precum, soaking his shorts, the musky scent mixing with the salty tang of his sweat, filling the stall with raw masculinity.

The growth slowed, leaving Sam panting, his body a sculpted masterpiece. He stumbled to the mirror, the floor creaking under his weight. His reflection was a fucking god, a bodybuilder’s physique, every muscle chiselled to perfection. His pecs heaved with each breath, thick and heavy, the deep cleavage casting shadows. His biceps peaked like boulders, veins snaking across them. Slab-like abs defined his mighty core, each muscle taut and defined, glistening with sweat. His quads bulged, thick as tree trunks, and his calves were diamond-hard, every movement rippling with strength. His face had sharpened, a jaw cut like glass, cheekbones high, eyes burning with intensity. His cock twitched, still hard, still obscene in his skin-tight shorts. He ran his hands over his chest, fingers tracing the deep grooves of his abs, and moaned softly, the touch sending shivers through his enhanced form. He cupped his balls, feeling their weight, their heat, and squeezed gently, a jolt of pleasure making his knees buckle. “Fuck, I’m a beast,” he growled, his voice a low rumble, thick with testosterone. He struck a double biceps pose, watching his peaks swell, then a most muscular, his traps and pecs exploding with size. He towered over the average man now. The mirror reflected a man carved from marble, every inch screaming power, sex, and dominance.

Sam picked up his basketball singlet and pulled it over his head with some difficulty due to the sheer bulk of his frame in the small space. The singlet now hugged his pecs, and his lats spilled the sides. No one would ever think to call him skinny now. 

Sam swaggered back to the gym. Heads turned as he entered. Lifters froze mid-rep, jaws dropping, taking in his colossal frame, lingering on the bulge in his sweatpants. Sam’s cock stirred once more, the attention fueling his arousal. He strode to the free weights, grabbed some dumbbells, ones he couldn’t have touched before, and curled them with ease. His biceps swelled with each rep, veins popping. The gym buzzed with whispers, and Sam drank it in.

Chad was by the squat rack, his bulky frame still impressive but no match for Sam’s new size and definition. He was chatting up the lady from before, his hand casually grazing her arm. But her eyes kept darting to Sam. Sensing a shift in the room, Chad followed the gaze, his smirk fading. “What the fuck?” he muttered, stepping toward Sam, puffing his chest out. But Sam stood taller, shoulders broader, pecs thicker. He flexed, his tank top straining, and the woman's gaze locked onto him, lips parting with want. Chad’s face reddened, feeling his inadequacy next to Sam’s physique.

“Problem, shorty?” Sam rumbled, voice deep, dripping with cocky malice. He stepped closer, his towering height forcing Chad to tilt his head up. The lady moved toward Sam, her hand brushing his bicep, fingers tracing a thick vein that snaked down towards his forearm. “Damn,” she whispered, voice sultry. Chad’s jaw clenched, his ego crushed as the attention shifted entirely to Sam. “Guess size does matter,” Sam said, smirking, as he palmed the prominent bulge in his shorts. The woman giggled, her hand lingering on the bottom row of Sam’s abs, as Chad stormed off, his shoulders hunched in defeat.

Sam spent the next hour owning the gym. The lady from earlier was constantly by his side, her touches growing ever bolder. He curled weights that made other lifters gape, muscles glistening with sweat. His musk, a potent mix of testosterone and raw power filled the air. Every rep was a performance, every flex a statement. He was the alpha now, the gym his kingdom.

That was until the door to the gym flew open unceremoniously. A heavyweight powerlifter, three hundred pounds of raw muscle, arms thicker than Sam’s thighs, chest a barrel of brute strength, strolled into the gym. The gym fell silent, the air shifting as he lumbered to the deadlift platform, his gait wide due to the sheer size of his quads. He glanced at Sam, eyes narrowing, and snorted. “Nice show muscles, pretty boy,” he growled, voice like gravel. “Bet you can’t lift half your weight in a real lift. All flash, no power.”

Sam’s smirk faltered, the taunt cutting deep. He was massive, but this guy was a monster of raw strength. The gym watched with curiosity. The lady from before pulled back from Sam, eyes devouring the newcomer’s powerful build. Sam’s skin tingled from where her hand had last sat as if longing for its delicate touch once more. Once again. Impossibly. Sam felt small. Sam’s hand drifted to his water bottle, still plenty full of shimmering elixir. He’d meant to stop, to savour his new body, but the powerlifter’s words relit that now familiar fire once more. A need to dominate, to be the biggest, strongest. With a defiant grin, Sam unscrewed the cap, the liquid glinting like liquid lust. He tilted it back and chugged, the thick, salty elixir pouring down his throat. Four. Five. Six times. His thirst was never-ending. Sam felt his cock twitch once more, as if in anticipation of what was to come. 

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

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Break Out

"Psst! Hey! Hey, Red!"

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

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

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

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

"Give me 50 pounds!"

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

“What?”

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

“… Pounds.”

“Yeah, c’mon!”

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

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

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

“50 lbs of what then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah what’s up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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White Shirt, Blue Jeans

I'm telling you man, all you need is a white tee and some blue denim and you've got that hot classic look ready to go. Alright, alright, maybe you need to have the perfect bod to really sell the package, but don't worry, the store told me it all comes with the purchase. Just watch. They even recommended me to buy a larger size since you can fill them out as much as you want. All you gotta do is flex a little. Like this! O-oh... fuck... that was quick. L-look dude my arm's blowing up... giant meaty cannons, stretching these sleeves to their limit. Yeah, shoulders and forearms are getting nice and big too. I might have to look into their sleeveless options now, heh? They said the shirts leave loads of room in the front so you have to ugh... remember to fill... them.... out...! F-fuck sorry bro, didn't mean to give you a face full of my pecs, goddamn they're like tits now, look at them jiggle. See, with the white color you really get that sexiness. Skin tight, translucent fabric - unh - brushing against my nipples. Can't forget about the jeans either, giving me a nice big bubble butt. Thighs rubbing up against each other, calves squashed tight, there's barely any room left bro. Shit, I can hardly stand, huhu. A-Ah...? Down there too? Ooo, I can feel my cock throbbing, balls getting s-so heavy... Aw fuck... I think I burst the zipper on these pants, huhu, guess they couldn't handle the beast. Fuck, why do I feel so horny...? Bro, bro you gotta help me, this feels too good. I-I should have read the warning tags. W-wait, where did you get that cap? You weren't supposed to - ugh -find that. Bro, hold on, wait wait, the store said the caps make you more- Ooooooooogh. Nooooooooo... Stoppppphh...

huhuhuhu... look at my tits bro.

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Himbo Dreams

Nick was trying to get some sleep. He had been lying on his bed, clad only in briefs, focusing on the spinning ceiling fan as if trying to lull himself into deep slumber. Nick thought he would finally join a club, go to parties, maybe even fool around with some boys. But college was just lecture after lecture, his overactive imagination already stressing about tomorrow's seminar. Goddamn. He needed to calm his mind, trying to focus on something else - that is, hot jocks.

Tall, beefy, muscular men had popped up in his brain like fleeting mirages. Somehow, Nick had ended up in a college that was a giant in every sport imaginable. From sun-kissed boys in the swimming club, to the brawny brutes of the football club. Of course, he could only watch, not do. Next to the pinnacles of fitness, Nick was just a regular unassuming guy. In a campus full of jocks he was short at 5'5", and though he worked out on occasion, his body didn't show anything impressive. The only interactions he got were accidental shoves from people walking past.

Still, an occasional glance at the hunks in his class or at the soccer team out the window helped get him through the day. He noted how each of the sport teams had their own sexy characteristics:

Down by the pool, the swimmers were lean and tanned to perfection, dripping water highlighted the grooves of their abs, carving straight to their cum gutters; brought out perfectly by tight speedos that left little to the imagination, showing off juicy curves and asses.

Full of testosterone and ego, the quarterbacks were huge. Larger than life in body and demeanor, always rowdy and loud in the field. Drawing attention with their boulder shoulders, accentuated by their shoulder pads; and tight pants that showed their meaty behinds. Unlike the smooth shaven boys in the water, the footballers were hairy and musky, pits and pubes full of sweat that could drive you crazy.

The soccer team were the complete definition of hunks, they loved to strip down on the field, showing their carved torsos in glory; the basketball players were tall and packing heat, black shorts only highlighted their lengthy members, and their stamina on the court wasn't just for show according to some rumors.

Nick could go on and on about every fantasy in his mind, hoping one of the jocks would magically ask him out, allowing him to feel up their bodies. Or even better, if he could be them. To be that muscular and commanding jock, sauntering into a room bulge first, popping his pecs in class, having a flex off with his like-minded bros. Although it was just a pipedream, it permeated his mind over and over, usually ending with him grumbling to himself and sighing deeply.

Out of all the stereotypical jocks, there was one he loved the most, the perfect combination appearing in every sport, and the final hot image in his brain - a frat bro.

Dumb, muscular, horny, hung, himbos, every descriptor activated the right neuron in his brain. These words were on constant repeat in Nick's mind, remembering them as he drifted into horny dreams, carrying those words with a wish. But tonight, someone heard it. And soon enough, static and fuzz crept into Nick's brain, compelling him into deep sleep.

Something whispered from the dark. Granted.

A small hum of energy blew in the air, as the bed began to creak, not from Nick's tossing and turning but from an increase of weight. With a sudden pop, his legs started to rapidly stretch, causing them to hang off the bed. His torso and limbs followed along, elongating in a deep stretch and pop that elicited a groan from the sleeping Nick.

Tall. Basketball player height.

5'5" became 6" that further lengthened into 6'4", leaving him as tall as most of the basketball team. Damn, he might have to duck under some doorways every now and then. The stretch continued, perfectly proportioning his limbs, as his neck and arms grew to fit. Meanwhile, a surge of energy focused on turning his average feet and hands into gargantuan monsters. His size 7 feet became meaty size 16s, toes becoming wider; they would make an audible stomp everywhere he went now, along with an unmistakable sweaty imprint. He remembered his bros complaining about the loud stomping in the frat house. Heh. He couldn't help it, they were just marks of a man. His fingers followed, popping longer and thicker to become meaty digits. They were better suited for gripping dumbbells and protein shakes, rather than any pens or keyboards for class. Not like he used them often. English and Arts? Nah, he was only there for sports, Athletic Science or some shit, with grades at the bare minimum.

Hunk. Toned Soccer Player. Nick's body began to lean out, the frustrating belly fat that had stayed through countless 15 minute core workouts dissolved into rock hard abs. Each individual ab popped into a perfect six-pack, carving and embedding themselves into his core. His waist cinched tight as his cum gutters became visible, allowing any drops of sweat to slide and accentuate his toned and tiny waist.

But it didn't stop there. Muscular. Football team large. A warmth spread up from his feet, which made his calves swell into massive diamond shapes. His thighs piled on muscle after muscle, causing his legs to spread apart, threatening to spill off the bed. A mixture of pain and pleasure washed over Nick. Memories of brutal leg presses and squats injected themselves straight into the fibers of his massive columns. After all, bros never skipped leg day, that was how they got their signature lumbering walk. His once average ass - not wanting to lose the fight - fattened into massive globes that lifted him higher into the air, soaking his sheets with sweat. Nick’s upgraded bubble butt was huge and round, each cheek constantly bouncy and jiggly, especially when riding his frat bros. In response, Nick started gyrating on the bed as new memories flowed into him -nights of being fucked and used - the sensation sending tingles down his spine, as his hole tightened to be used for maximum pleasure. Nick's audible groans became louder as the energy surged through his chest, ballooning into mounds of firm pecs that would show through any shirt he tried on. They swelled out into hefty milkers, his nipples stretching just a little wider, big enough for his bros to play with. His shoulders followed, doubling in width as they grew along with his broad back, connecting with his traps. Giving him that strong structured look. Biceps and triceps exploded with muscle, defined by a juicy vein that ran up from his steel forearms. When flexed, they would tear sleeves to their breaking point, but it didn't matter, his wardrobe was stock full with singlets and tank tops, just like any other bro.

Smooth and hairy in all the right places.

A tingle swept over his entire body, as his old pitiful wisps of leg hair fell out and disappeared into the ether, giving him smooth and soft skin. Instead, all the hair went into his pits and pubes, fluffing them up into musk-filled bushes, hairy and dark. They would peek out in his singlets and jockstraps, enticing everyone to sniff or lick. His hair grew to a messy mop that would be paired with beanies and baseball caps. Dumb and Handsome. With a crack, Nick's face began to rearrange to model status, making him attractive while permanently affixing him with a dopey grin. His nose thickened to breathe in more musk from bushy armpits, sometimes even his own. His lips fattened; sloppy and wet for passionate kisses or blowjobs for his bros. Panting like a dog, his tongue lolled out, wide and long, a pleasure tool on its own. Eyes became clear, removing any need for glasses but also becoming vacant, an open window to the constant horniness and empty thoughts in his head. And the final pop of his enlarged Adam's apple gave him that stereotypical bro cadence. His deep and dull voice had two purposes, dumb moans in the bed and rough grunts in the gym. Hung like a horse. Heavy bull nuts. Groans and pants filled the air with heavy breaths as the warmth spread to his most sensitive area. His cock and balls. Nick's average 5 incher rose to a sizable 9 inches, barely fitting into his white briefs, its uncut head leaking pre everywhere, almost turning the fabric translucent. Still, it kept growing. 10 inches... 11 inches... Harder, thicker, longer, into a fat meaty pole that shot out of his briefs with a satisfying pop, landing with a wet smack on his abs. Now uncontained, his 12 inch monster cock was a weapon of its own, when not being bred, Nick ravaged the bedroom with his footlong size. Thick veins ran up his erect dick, overflowing with cum from his pumped up nuts. His balls had swelled along with his hefty member, dropping from regular to swinging, heavy, animal nuts. Finding underwear would be impossible for the new himbo, remembering his package bursting through buttons and briefs in the past. Luckily, jockstraps could barely contain the beast, and the tight fabric behind settled perfectly in between his cheeks, pulled taut to tease his hole throughout the day. His balls were now cum factories, capable of going endlessly in a night, churning to the brim with frat bro seed. With one final swell and thrust, Nick erupted in a loud grunt, tensing his entire body as his cock quivered with pressure, balls tightening for release. A force in the air blew, and with the gentle gust of wind caressing his cock, he exploded with mind-breaking pleasure. Spurts of cum flew out, almost reaching the ceiling, as Nick bucked his hips in mindless pleasure. Each load caused deep and heavy moans to reverberate on his bedroom walls, his thick and smelly cum landing on every surface. He continued his musky assault on his surroundings, bucking his cock in the air like fucking an invisible hole. After painting the room white in cum, and staining the air with sweat, Nick let out a rich sigh, his sleeping face dumb and exhausted. His wet dreams were fulfilled. In a sudden, it whispered. Wake up.

Nick groaned, his body was on fire. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed himself so hard at yesterday's full body workout, but he knew the pump was well worth it. He stared blankly at the empty ceiling, strange, he could have sworn he had a fan up there. Maybe that's why he was so goddamn sweaty. Nick pulled himself out of bed, making a goofy grin at his still hard cock, twitching and ready for countless rounds. His sheets were always stained with a mixture of sweat and cum, making the room reek with musk. Last night must have been super wild, he'd always get extra wet dreams if he didn't jerk off before bed, but fuck there was even cum on the floor today, though he was unable to remember what the dream was. It didn't matter though, all it took was a second for his doubt to fade away. He'd clean up the mess later, or ask a bro to do it. Heavy footsteps paved their way to the shower, an audible signal of the dumb himbo. His horsecock dripped precum all over the floor, making a light slapping sound against his thunderous thighs. After a quick rinse to get rid of the excess sweat and cum, Nick stared hungrily at his own reflection. His towel draped at just the right angle to reveal his shredded torso and give a peek of his gorgeous v-line.

Fuck, he was hot. His model face and beefy body greeted him in the morning, along with his throbbing monster cock. Nghhh. He groaned, bull balls slapping against the white sink, he almost fucked the countertop in desperation. However, it stopped him, giving three basic words that completed his transformation. Lift. Eat. Fuck. Freshly imprinted into his brain, Nick let out a long guttural moan as the command settled into his every cell. "Huhuhu." A dumb laugh followed, and like a robot, Nick was steered by the hypnotizing call. Fuck it, he would go commando today, He threw on a white tank top and black sweatpants, ones that hugged his body tight for everyone's viewing pleasure; making sure to add a gray beanie and a chain necklace that screamed douchey bro to the world. Taking a quick snap in the elevator, the new Nick cemented himself as a forever dumb, muscular himbo. With another wish granted, it murmured. Good Himbo.

*you've made it to the end! finally wrote a tf story after lurking for so long, gotta start with one of my favorite tropes, the himboooo. but wait! who was that mysterious force? maybe we'll find out one day ^^, or you could find out if you magically wake up as a himbo ;)*

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The Homo Bomb - Prologue

(Original story posted June 15th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

Here’s opening to my other big series! I’m gonna be uploading each part back to back until it’s all complete. Gotta say I’m pretty excited to read through this one again and I hope you all are as well ❤️

More soon to come…

There was a strong masculine scent in the air. The scent of hard work and passion in the form of sweat wafting through the air. The scent was of course accompanied by the sounds of weights clanging and men grunting as they pushed their muscles to the limits in the hopes they would grow even bigger. It was the sound and smell of almost every gym on the planet. This one in particular however was bang in the middle of a small town by the name of Bellmare.

Just like all the other gyms, it was jam-packed with either massive muscle hunks or other men working hard to become such. Amongst these men however was a particularly powerful warlock of whom many myths had spread about. And yet he blended in flawlessly. It was no wonder considering he looked just as much like a meathead as half the guys there. Wearing a fitted t-shirt and shorts. Not hesitating to show off the shape of his huge bulging muscles lined with thick veins. Not to mention his handsome jockish face complimented by a short beard. Most guys didn’t even think twice when they saw him bench pressing insane amounts of weight like the stud he was. Little did they know they were in the presence of a borderline god…

Of course Wavell knew he could workout at home in the huge gym he whipped up for himself and Dane back at the mansion but blending into the human world was so much fun sometimes. Even more so when he got to act like a complete meathead which wasn’t hard when using the form of Alex Wavell, his younger and hunkier looking alter ego. Of course he adored using the form he was most well known for, the mature silver fox suit wearing daddy that was Chris Wavell, but just getting to let loose as a young hunk from time to time was such a pleasure. Getting to use all the physical strength that Alex’s form awarded him just made him feel powerful in a way other than just his unmatched magical might. And he fucking loved it!

He must’ve been in the gym for at least an hour getting a pump for both his back and chest. The feeling of power surging through him with every exercise was addictive. Feeling his pecs swell with every press. Feeling his back ripple with every pull. All that made transforming into Alex sort of feel like a guilty pleasure considering he was used to being such a smart well dressed gentleman in his usual form. Getting to act like a dumb jock who’s only purpose in life was to get swole as fuck was invigorating in a sense. It was pretty easy to slip into that mentality as well since his personality usually shifted a little to match whichever form he was using. And right now Mr Wavell was a gym obsessed meathead!

After finishing his final exercise, Wavell sat on one of the benches and looked around the gym. There were studs as far as the eyes could see. Some lifting weights, some using machines and others using the multitude of other equipment provided to help sculpt their bodies. The pervy Warlock couldn’t help but eye each of them up. His eyes running up and down each and every hunk. Analysing the curves and contours of their muscles. Judging which one guy had the biggest arms, which one had the biggest chest and of course which one had the fattest ass. Yet as he continued to scan over all the delicious eye candy, Wavell couldn’t help but sigh. He could tell with nothing but a glance that almost every man in this gym was straight. It was a shame, he thought. All that masculinity not getting a chance to be worshiped by other men. In other words, a total waste in Wavell’s eyes…

For a moment Wavell had considered conducting some magical ‘experiments’ on some of these hunks. Perhaps making them more open to the idea of letting other men grope their bodies or even just body swapping a few of them with skinny gays that wished to be bigger. Just then however, his mind flickered back to a certain project he’d been working on over the last few months. A powerful spell to be precise. “Yessss… this could be the perfect opportunity to test it…” Wavell thought with a mischievous glint in his eye.

The brunet meathead stood up with a stretch, smirking as the scent of his sweaty pits continued to invade his nose. He’d never get tired of the post workout stench this hulking body exuded. It was a smell that screamed raw masculinity and it mixed in well with the sweaty aroma of the gym. Wavell took one last look around at all the other hunks, grinning to himself knowing they had absolutely zero idea of what was going to happen to them. With that he swiped up his things and sauntered out of the gym, giving the man at the desk a nod as he passed, with an air of confidence surrounding him that bordered on cockiness. “Fuck… I need to use this body more often.” Wavell murmured to himself before vanishing in a twister of purple smoke.

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Meanwhile, as Wavell had been lifting weights to his heart's content, his boyfriend Dane had decided to stay at the mansion so he could throw together a nice meal for the two of them to eat. Of course he knew Wavell could just magic a meal up for them but there was just a certain amount of satisfaction they got out of doing it themselves. Plus cooking was a fun pastime when you just use magic to do all the cleaning up afterwards. He’d been standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but a jockstrap and an apron. Since he could only channel Wavell’s power through himself when wearing only the jockstrap, he’d kinda gotten used to it.

Chicken and Chorizo Risotto he decided. It was a dish he’d always loved and even now after becoming a new man thanks to his boyfriend, he still loved it. He cooked up the chicken first before moving onto the chorizo. The smell of sizzling meat filling the air before he put the rice on with it. As it cooked he tossed a few more ingredients into his saucepan before finally stirring everything together into a delicious looking Risotto.

Wavell still hadn’t arrived home by this point. Typical. Whenever Wavell goes to gym as Alex he spends ages immersing himself there. With a sigh Dane covered the saucepan with a lid to keep the food warm before making his way into one of the nearby living quarters. He tosses his apron off before collapsing on one of the couches, lying on his stomach while sprawling his bulky body out. He gently rested his head on one of the cushions as he thought about how he must look like such a himbo slut, walking around the mansion in nothing but a jock 24/7. His boyfriend never made any sort of effort to hide the way his eyes constantly wandered over Dane’s form. He didn’t mind though. If anything he enjoyed it. Getting to show off his incredible new body was somewhat liberating.

While he waited, Dane decided to do a little reading. He thought of getting up to grab a book from the massive library Wavell had created for him but instead he saw it as another opportunity to practice his own magic skills. Without shifting from the sofa Dane closed his eyes and focused. The familiar spectrum colour that was his magic appeared to him. He pulled at the colours with his mind just like he’d practiced to activate his abilities. When his eyes opened again they glowed a familiar gold rather than their usual blue, the same colour he’d been pulling at in his mind. He held out his hands and focused, thinking of the book he wanted to read and just like that the book disappeared from the library and reappeared in Dane’s hands with poof of golden smoke.

“Haha! I’m really getting the hang of this stuff!” Dane celebrated, glad that he didn’t have to try three or four times to get the right book like he had in the past. With a satisfied grin the hunk allowed his eyes to fade back to their usual colour before opening up the book. The Lightning-Struck Heart it was called. He’d already read the book before and it was easily one of his favourites but when he saw Wavell had gotten him a rare limited edition version of the book, he couldn’t help but start reading it again.

About 30 minutes later a familiar vortex of purple smoke swirled in the centre of the room Dane was in, dispersing seconds later to reveal his boyfriend. Wavell’s bulky muscle bound form glistening with sweat from his workout.

“About time. I finished making dinner half an hour ago.” Dane tsked before turning his attention back towards the book.

Wavell cocked a smirk. “Sorry babe. I just lost track of time.”

Dane glanced up at Wavell again with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t try pulling that on me. I know the pocket dimension we’re in runs outside of normal time. You just get sloppy with your magic when you’re all beefed up on testosterone in that form after a workout.” He accused, motioning over Wavell's thick muscular form while trying to hide how much it turned him on.

The warlock let out a deep chuckle. “Alright, fine. Maybe I was a little sloppy when teleporting back.” He admitted while sauntering over to where his boyfriend was laid. “But in my defence before you got here I never had to think of teleporting back here for a certain time. I’ve always been alone here so it didn’t really make a difference until now.” Wavell knelt down beside the couch, gently running a hand through Dane’s hair before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on the other man’s cheek. He couldn’t help but notice how Dane blushed a little right after. “Heh. I know you can’t stay mad at me.” He grinned while running a hand along Dane’s back until he reached the pert bubble butt his boyfriend sported, groping it playfully.

Dane turned his attention back towards the hairy bulky man that was currently squeezing his ass. “It’s fine. No apology needed. Just don’t lie to me about it okay?” He leaned forward and gave Wavell a smile with a quick kiss.

“You sure you don’t want my apology?” Wavell grinned devilishly as his meaty fingers slid closer to Dane’s hole. “It’s a really good one.” Without another word he stuffed two fingers into Dane’s hole, digging them in deep so they could explore the ass he’d grown to love so much.

The almost naked hunk let out a grunt of unmistakable satisfaction. Wavell always knew just how to pleasure his hole. One might say he had magic fingers. And strangely enough it felt just that little bit better when he was Alex. Maybe it was extra meatiness to his fingers or how his approach was a bit rougher and more… primal. Of course he adored his sex life with the smart, suit loving Chris Wavell as well but he’d really learned to appreciate the occasions he got to have while being Alex. Each form had its benefits.

“Mmmmpff fuck… not now… save it for after dinner.” Dane just about managed to get out.

With a content smile Wavell removed his fingers from his lover's hole as per his request, pleased by how he’d turned Dane into a hot mess with nothing but his touch. “Fine. But you had better get ready to take all this fuckin dick later.” Wavell added, grabbing his crotch a little before giving Dane’s ass a hefty smack.

“Jesus… you act like such a meathead when you’re like this.” Dane remarked but once again his blush gave away just how much he really enjoyed it. “And you smell like one too. Go jump in the shower quickly while I set up the table. I don’t wanna smell your post workout musk from across the table as we eat.”

“Why? Because it’ll make you horny?” Wavell teased, lifting up his arms and showing off his sweaty pits.

Dane simply stared at Wavell with a raised eyebrow that said everything without a word.

“Alright, alright. I’ll get a shower.” He chuckled before standing back up again. “Can’t wait to taste whatever you’ve cooked up bro!” He exclaimed while striding out of the room, leaving Dane alone with a painfully hard erection pressing against the couch inside his jockstrap.

———

Wavell sat down at the table in a fresh pair of clothes, hair still slightly damp from his shower. Their meals were already set out and it looked delicious as always. He praised Dane on how good it all looked before picking up some cutlery and digging in. Of course Wavell never actually needed to eat. His own magic was enough to sustain him indefinitely without the need for any kind of food or hydration. He only ever did so for pleasure once in a while. However, when he was in this thick bodybuilder form, he would tend to eat a lot more out of habit or instinct which he’d inherited from the man he’d stolen this body from. Always making sure to get his calories in so he won’t lose any gains (even though his form was locked in shape and couldn’t actually lose any regardless).

Dane did the same, having a large mouthful of his own Risotto, pleased to see his boyfriend wolfing it down. “Slow down babe. You look like a starved wild animal.” He joked.

The warlock blushed slightly. “Sorry. Habit I guess and this stuff is just so good.” He paces himself a little more, taking a more well portioned mouthful next rather than the mountains worth he was shoveling in before.

As usual the two chatted casually, Dane telling Wavell about the book he’d been reading as to try and encourage him to read it as well. Wavell recalled how he saw some people using some gym equipment not so correctly and how he offered to help them out as he passed by. But as he got onto the subject of the gym, he soon remembered his plan from earlier.

“Dane. I’ve got a little something in mind that I need to share with you. It’s a project I’ve had brewing for awhile now and I think it’s finally time to test it out.” He began rather cryptically before shoving another lump of chicken into his mouth. Dane listened intently as Wavell continued, eager to see where this was going. “Well as you know when we use our magic we usually only use it on one or two people at a time. Sure I’ve bent reality on a global scale a couple of times but I’ve never made personal changes to a large scale group of people all at once before. I know that I can do it, it’s more about just doing it right. Trying to make the same change to so many people at the same time isn’t a simple task. That’s why I’ve been developing a little spell that should be able to accomplish such a feat. I call it ‘The Homo-Bomb’ and if I get it right, the results are going to be fucking glorious.”

Incredibly intrigued by this, Dane naturally had to question further. “And the results are gonna be???… Come on, you can’t just leave me hanging like that.”

Wavell smirked. “In short, any straight man caught in the radius of the Homo-Bomb should turn completely and utterly gay. As long as I’ve fine tuned the spell correctly.”

“Oh? And what if it isn’t fine tuned? Could it be dangerous?” Dane asked.

“No, not at all. It’ll be perfectly safe. But if it isn’t perfect then there’s a high chance that there’ll be some anomalies. People could be affected by the spell in slightly different ways than intended. But that’s why I want to test it. To see if any anomalies occur and if so I’ll know that I have more work to do.” Wavell gave his boyfriend an innocent smile with that rugged face of his before digging back into the final remains of his food.

Dane was slightly taken aback. Wavell had never mentioned this project of his before but he had to admit it sounded interesting to say the least. “Well… I do love a good experiment. When were you thinking of testing this spell out?”

“Tonight probably.” Wavell replied nonchalantly.

The almost naked hunk’s eyes widened. “Tonight!? Jesus, you need to stop telling me these things at the very last second.”

Wavell chuckles before stuffing the last of his food into his mouth. “Sorry babe. From now on you’re all in on this. In fact I want you to help me out afterwards as well with gathering results if that’s alright.”

Of course Dane agreed. After hearing about Wavell’s plan he couldn’t help but feel excited to see it all go down. He finished up the rest of his own dinner as well before placing the dishes in the sink. After that he headed off to their bedroom upstairs and looked through the enormous walk-in closet Wavell made for him. Sifting through all the amazing clothes until he found a set that he liked. With that he came back down to see Wavell stood patiently at the bottom of the stairs.

“Wow. I’m so used to seeing you in nothing but a jockstrap that clothes almost look weird on you.” The cheeky warlock quipped.

“Heh. Wearing them kinda feels weird as well now.” Dane admitted. “But anyway, let's not waste anymore time. I’m dying to see what this ‘Homo-Bomb’ of yours will look like!” He practically jumped into Wavell’s arms, their muscular bodies pressing against each other. Without another word the pair was encased in a spire of smoke before vanishing from the mansion.

———

When Wavell and Dane reappeared in the real world, night had already befallen the town of Bellmare. Most people were already fast asleep and completely unaware of the pair of magical hunks looking down on them. The couple floated in the sky, high enough to get a full view of the entire town.

“This is the town I was at earlier while working out. I thought it would make a good testing ground for the experiment .” Wavell said. “Not too big. Not too small. Miles worth of open land in every direction past the town border. Hell fuckin yeah. I feel like I could place a dome on top of it and watch as all my little subjects scurry around cluelessly. This is gonna be awesome.”

“Well don’t keep me waiting. Let’s see what this Homo-Bomb of yours has got!” Dane exclaimed excitedly before giving Wavell a kiss on the cheek.

With a smirk Wavell drifted away from Dane slightly while looking down below. Wavell made sure to keep his power consciously flowing into Dane’s body to allow his boyfriend to continue floating on his own. He’d become quite the natural at it after just a few lessons.

Wavell took a deep breath, his large pecs heaving as he closed his eyes to focus. Dane simply watched on in curiosity as Wavell put his hands together, causing them to glow purple with burgeoning magic. The glow gradually began to grow brighter as sparks of electricity began to crackle around him. Then after about a minute or so he slowly started to pull his hands apart, a small ball of concentrated magical energy forming between them as he did.

“Woah…” Dane muttered under his breath. He’d never really seen Wavell do something like this before. Usually it was just a wave of his hand and it was done. But he was clearly taking a lot more care with this.

The ball of energy grew bigger and brighter between Wavell’s hands until he decided to raise it above his head. Once he did it started to grow at a much more rapid pace. The programming was all done now and all it needed was a sufficient amount of power to cover the town. Wavell still needed to concentrate though. He didn’t want to accidentally give the bomb too much power. If he did it could end up covering the entire country or more! Although maybe if this works properly he’ll consider doing that anyway.

Soon enough the bomb had grown so large that Dane had backed away a little further, intimidated by the large mass of magical power before him. The deep purple colour of the bomb was now bright enough to cast a glow onto the town below. Almost like an omen for what was to come.

“Is it ready yet?” Dane asked nervously.

Wavell opened his eyes and glanced over at his lover with a reassuring smile. He looked up at the purple mass of energy above his head and then back over at Dane. “Pretty much yeah! You think I should throw this thing or what bro!?” His smile turned into an almost maniacal grin spreading across his jock-like mug.

Dane glanced at the town below and then up at the ball of energy as it pulsed and crackled with energy. “I mean… if you think it’s safe th-”

Dane was cut off before he could finish as Wavell sent his arms forward, plunging the bomb down towards Bellmare. Dane had no idea what to expect as he braced himself for some kind of explosion. But when the bomb hit the ground it simply burst into a massive cloud of magical mist like one giant balloon.

A thick purple fog quickly settled over the town. It soon invaded the homes of the citizens of Bellmare, being absorbed mostly into the bodies of sleeping straight men. Making changes to their bodies and minds. But of course the homo-bomb was yet to be perfected and some anomalies were bound to take place…

“Hahaha! Look at that! An entire town submerged in my glorious power! And I could do so much more if I wanted.” Wavell boasted cockily as he floated back over towards Dane and wrapped an arm around the other man. “You see how powerful your boyfriend is babe? I’m the most powerful being on the planet. Probably the whole universe!” He gloated, flexing his free arm and watching his biceps bulge with strength, knowing full well how much power he had contained in his body.

Dane can’t help blushing a little seeing Wavell act so cocky and prideful about his power. Many would think it was irritating to see a man that engrossed in himself but Dane just couldn’t help but swoon. He allowed himself to be pulled in tight by his lover as they watched the cloud of magic settle, cuddling against Wavell’s large chest a little. Wavell was usually the one leading the two of them through their magical adventure anyway but when he was Alex, he really took charge. It must’ve been that dominant jock personality in him and Dane had absolutely no problem being submissive.

“My magic should already be taking hold.” Wavell lowered his arm and placed his free hand on his hip. “By morning all the changes should be complete. At that point we’ll need to start gathering results if you’re up for it.” He kissed the top of Dane’s head sweetly.

“Yeah of course. I’m actually pretty excited to see if this spell of yours has worked or not.” Dane replied, looking up at his boyfriend.

“Good to hear my man.” Wavell rubbed Dane’s arm a little. “But I don’t really feel like doing all that boring shit. If I have to listen to dudes babble on about getting hard for other dudes instead of chicks I’ll be hitting my head against a wall within an hour. Not that I don’t like gay stuff but…” He huffed, dreading the idea of sitting and hearing countless people go on and on about their, probably very similar, experiences. “That’s more Chris’ department. So…” Wavell took a deep breath, calming his mind. He reached into his subconscious, disconnecting himself from Alex before hooking back up to Chris instead. The moment he did his body began to change.

His huge imposing muscles began to shrink down into a more compact form. Reducing until he was leaner than Dane again. His entire body began to age, going from mid twenties to late forties but still retaining its vigour. His face started to look less jockish and more distinguished as lines of wisdom and maturity etched themselves across it. Of course he was still as handsome as ever though, just in a more “daddy-like” way, as his short brown locks began to turn more of a salt and pepper colour along with his beard hair, adding to his mature look. His beard even reshaped itself into a more meticulously groomed state. Everything from his pecs to his ass reduced towards a still muscular but less bulky state. “Mmmmm fuuuuuuck ooohhh…” He moaned with a pleasurable grin. Partially due to his voice switching from Alex’s youthful British tone to Chris’ more refined but still masculine and American sounding one. Not to mention his fat 9 inch cock was undergoing some small changes of its own. Losing a tiny bit of its thickness but in return lengthening up to about 10 and a half inches! Before long the sporty clothes Wavell had chosen earlier were hanging off his body as his physical transformation came to an end.

“Ugh. My other self really has absolutely no sense of style.” Wavell scoffed looking down at what he was wearing, now fully immersed as Chris Wavell once again. “Out of all the nice clothes I own or could’ve conjured up, I decided on this?” He gestured towards the black shorts and navy green t-shirt which had previously hugged Alex’s form rather tightly. He shook his head disapprovingly before waving his hand with a magical glow.

Immediately his clothes began to change. Joggers turning into a nice pair of fitted sky blue suit pants while his t-shirt moulded itself into a crisp white button down. A matching blue suit jacket materialised itself around him in spectacular fashion before an ornate watch followed the same example by strapping itself to his wrist. His large pair of dirty sneakers soon found themselves morphing into a nice fancy pair of brown dress shoes that complemented his outfit well.

“Ahhh that’s much better.” Wavell smiled with relief as he fixed his jacket a little. “Now my love, I suppose we’d better… oh.” He finally looked over at Dane to see the other man’s eyes filled with wonder along with a huge boner pressing against his pants. “I uhhh… forgot how much you enjoy watching me do that.” Wavell chuckled.

Dane didn’t say a word at first, simply floating closer to Wavell again. Then, without warning, he gripped Wavell’s jacket and pulled the silver fox of a warlock in for an aggressive kiss. Naturally Wavell was a tad surprised but he had no problem returning the kiss. “Fuck me.” Dane blurted upon pulling apart momentarily before kissing his lover again. “Fuck me like the other you promised me he would.” He begged, causing Wavell to recall the promise he’d made to Dane not so long ago.

“Ah yes. I suppose I did make such a promise didn’t I.” Wavell smiled seductively. “Well it can’t be helped. I guess I’ll just have to give you all this dick like Alex said he would huh?” He grabbed Dane by the hips and pulled him closer, rubbing their crotches together a little, Dane’s excited boner now rubbing against the hard on Wavell was sporting in his suit pants. The only response Dane could give was a furious nod before leaning back in for another kiss. And with that Wavell flicked his wrist yet again causing the pair to vanish off once again. Heading back home for some alone time together in the hopes of returning to Bellmare once the morning had arrived and the citizens were waking up to discover a few changes about themselves.

[unabashedtf]

Darrius frowned at his phone. The mostly empty MARTA car wobbled on its tracks on its way to Midtown. He was meeting a few of his friends for a night on the streets of Atlanta—classes were over, graduation had concluded, and he was looking forward to the night in a whatever-happens-happens kind of way. So the sudden FaceTime ring coming through upset the steady high he was brewing, figuratively and literally.

The fuck was Miguel doing FaceTime’ing him?

Morehouse was known for its considerably large gay population, but Miguel was easily as the head bitch on top, in a manner of speaking. Darrius wasn’t prejudiced, by any means—he and his cousin had jacked off together tons of times through the years, who hadn’t, that shit wasn’t gay—but he couldn’t stand how much Miguel flaunted it all the time. The two of them had shared plenty of classes and Miguel was never shy about the occasional grin + wink. Darrius took a sigh and hit answer.

“What do you want, Migs.” Darrius monotoned in more of a whine than a question.

“‘Migs,’ uucgh, it’s Miguel, cabron, get it right,” Miguel sassed teasingly in his quick Puerto Rican accent. Darrius rolled his eyes as Miguel waggled his finger at him with his quick camera movements.

“Whatchu want Miguel,” Darrius groaned.

“Que impaciente, fine! Hold up.” Miguel changed his camera to his front facing camera and Darrius could see that he was stepping towards his bathroom. The hell was this??

“Hey yooo!” As Miguel stepped into the bathroom he appeared in frame reflected into the bathroom mirror, completely and totally nude. He’d at least had the decency to cover his junk with his other hand, but yeah, full birthday suit.

“Aww, come on, dude! What the fuck?! You really think I—”

“Shhh shh, espera, calm down, check this out,” Miguel tapped on his screen a few times, “Aaaaaaand, mira!” He tapped one more time on his screen.

“UUOOFGH…” Both of the guys huffed out a forceful breath on opposite ends of the call as if they’d been socked in the stomach, but neither felt any pain. Instead, Darrius felt like he’d been sucked into himself a little bit, like his entire frame got a little bit tighter, and a little bit more compact. His vainly snug clothing now felt comfortably loose on him as he looked down on himself to see that these sensations were more than that. He was smaller! Not puny, not his usual ball player size, but definitely many pounds lighter without his hard-earned muscle. And…? His tighter skin looked lighter, too?

He looked back at his phone to see Miguel’s head rolled back in ecstasy, his entire frame blooming outwards with athletic strength and size. “RRNNMMF,” he gurgled/grunted deeply through the phone as he rolled his head back around, his hair lengthened outwards and upwards and his features darkened. His facial hair remained the same but his features morphed and twisted with a shake of his head. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before Darrius pieced together just who exactly he was now looking at: himself.

“Ayyyy, lookin’ good Darrius baby!” Miguel intoned deeply with a waggle of his tongue.

Darrius could see now in his tiny window on screen that he looked exactly like Miguel too!

“Migs, the fuck??!” He hissed in a sharp whisper at his phone, drawing a couple inquiring looks from the fellow passengers, along with a just few double takes from folks close by who were certain they had seen another guy sitting there moments before.

Miguel giggled excitedly on the other end, twisting and turning, getting a load of his new curvaceous angles, “Right?! Que guapoooo, no?” He let loose his hand protecting his modesty and did a saucy, gyrating, Latin step, his—Darrius’s—meat flopping around with his quick sways.

“Miguel, man, I’m serious, how th—the fuck is this?? I’m meeting up with my people tonight, Im out here in public, I’m trying to get my dick wet, I’m supposed to meet my family on Monday, why would y—?!”

“Hey, hey, tranquilo, hombre! I’m just trying to have a lil fun too! Don’t worry, baby! Look, who you seeing tonight? Angela? Krystal?”

Darrius was breathing heavy, angry breaths. He knew the two would be in the group tonight though. He allowed himself a few angry nods of the head.

“Those chicas loooove me, dude! We get along great, even though they want me. Always after mi leche, know what I mean? Fag hags, man, they always want a lil, truth! Go getchu some of that tonight, mano! I bet if you played the game right, you could bag them both at once if you wanted!”

Darrius pondered this through his angry breaths. When he mentioned getting his dick wet, he did have Krystal in mind. Hell, now that Miguel brought her up, Angela would be sick too. He knew that they hung around Miguel always, hung off him really. His mind immediately pictured the three of them fucking in knots on top of sweaty sheets, eating Krystal out while breeding Angela, catching them both off guard by his—oh, WOW, Miguel was packing. He could feel his borrowed hog swelling to obscene turgidity in his designer jeans. He leaned forward to hide its upcurved head from drawing too much attention to his tent.

Miguel must’ve noticed his change in demeanor and interjected, pleased with himself, “Seeee?! Not such bad night after all, huh?” He giggled and brought the camera close to his—again, Darrius’s!—face. “Also, I guess you just realized I’ve got you beat in at least one way, no?”

“Not funny, man. This shit’s still fucked up,” Darrius saved face.

“Still, you’re so fuckin’ STRONGGG, bro! I mean—RRRNNG!” Miguel flexed both his borrowed arms intensely, pursing his lips, lifted them up behind his head and crunched his abs into definition with another deep grunt, put one foot up on his bathroom counter and tugged on his chubbing meat as he popped his pecs a few times.

“Alright, alright, man, that ain’t what I wanna see,” Darrius had calmed down a bit.

“It’s all you, mano! Also, just enjoy the weekend, man! Don’t worry about the familia, bro, I promise I’ll call you back on Sunday and we can get this sorted back out.”

“Fuckin’ better, dude, I swear, I—”

“If you still want to.” Miguel concluded with another cheeky waggle of his tongue for the camera.

“Miguel, seriously, how—?”

“No time, amor, gotta take care of this,” he smacked his borrowed pole against his abs, “Then we both got a biiiiiig weekend ahead, right baby?”

“Migs—!!”

“Ciao, guapito!” Miguel hung up the call, leaving Darrius staring confused back at himself—well, not himself—in his phone’s screen.

What in the holy everloving fuuuuuck, he thought to himself, huffing out a breath and leaning back in his seat, his (frankly massive) tent now subsiding.

He didn’t feel terrible. He didn’t even look terrible, that was at least true. Miguel was right, girls were always hanging off him despite his disinterest in them sexually. He flaunted his looks and kept himself looking tight, like most of the Morehouse gays.

Darrius unlocked his phone—now having to input his code since his facial recognition no longer worked—and looked back at his reflection.

Clean. Svelte. Fresh. Sharp. Runner-muscled. Manicured. Almost pretty.

Hell, he could work with this!

He’d have to let his bros know he’d caught something, hopefully they’d buy it. Should they be surprised by Miguel showing up all the sudden? No, not necessarily. Miguel, as Darrius knew, had friends everywhere. Darrius’s friends may be upset for a moment by his intrusion, but after seeing how well Miguel could hang… after seeing how good of a wingman he could be… after seeing how skillfully Miguel could knock em back… after seeing how touchy-feely he and Angela and Krystal were getting throughout the night… He was sure they’d come around on Miguel in no time.

Darrius rolled his eyes with a sigh, figuring if this was how his weekend was turning out, he might as well roll with it. He started his texts to update his bros, planned his next steps, and scrolled through Angela’s and Krystal’s IG pages again, pawing at his newly well-endowed self greedily.

Hearing the intercom chime indicating his stop, he slipped his phone back into his pocket, adjusted his elephant cock under his waistband, and stepped into the hot, humid, Atlanta night air, his newly-loose clothes billowing in the thick summer breeze.

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Riches to Rags

Mike took a breath, shaking himself of any final anxious thoughts and assuring himself of his imminent success. He brushed a speck of white lint off the sleeve of his jet black, Calvin Klein suit whilst awaiting his name to be called. His aura of confidence was palpable to the other people in the waiting room; Mike knew that he was far better, not just for the job but also in general, than any of the people sitting around him. His resume was flawless, an early graduate of Stanford University, the top of his class in every course, with a major in economics and a minor in communications, he was an upcoming prodigy of the business world.

Mike believed himself to be only worthy of the best, applying for an accounting position in only the top corporations on the market. Thanks to his parent’s connection with the CEO, he was able to procure a spot for a personal interview only offered to a few applicants. It was only 7 a.m. but he was about to get his dream job at the TG&TF Corporation Headquarters. It was a renowned corporation throughout the world, owning and investing in more companies and start-ups you could probably count on your fingers, TG&TF Corp. is an economic powerhouse that has dominated the market since it was established. Even though it’s run into a few scandals here and there, lawsuits from low-class families (that can afford to sue) claiming their loved ones had disappeared, no one has batted an eye. Mike scoffed even at the thought, who gave a damn about the scum of society? Less of his tax, which he didn’t even pay, going towards the homeless and drug-addicts; it was a good thing. Being born and raised in southern California, he had grown to resent anyone unlike him. The poor were disgusting and dirty and his faith in Christ taught him to despise those against the bible like gays. Above all, he despised illegal immigrants who leeched off people’s hard work and did nothing for his country.

Suddenly, the door to his right opened and a busty woman in a tight black dress walked out with an iPad in hand. A man briskly followed behind her, pure anger in his red eyes and muttering something under his breath. In a tantrum, he stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Mike caught a few of the words before he left, something about how much of a bitch the boss was and how the interviewee would take his talent somewhere else. Mike smirked, another one bites the dust.

Mike turned back to the secretary, tracing his eyes up and down her accentuated curves. He adjusted his glasses and ruffled his straight, dirty blonde hair. He was the spitting image of a spoiled rich boy, standing at around 5’11 with a lanky build. His face was quite attractive however, piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline, usually what drew the girls he slept with and left behind.

As he eyed up the woman, he noticed she glanced at him, almost reciprocating his gaze with an enticing half-smile before she announced, “Mike Chandler?”

With a nonchalant smirk, Mike rose from his seat, placing the magazine he was reading back on the coffee table and strode over to the secretary. “Right this way,” she gestured to the blond 24 year old. Mike walked past her into the connecting hallway, behind him he heard the door close shut and quickened click-clacks on the floor from high heels following behind him.

They walked together throughout the hallway in silence, Mike checking out the young woman’s breasts bouncing up and down in the corner of his eye. After a passing a couple more rooms, they arrived at a final door at the end. “So Mr. Chandler, our CEO’s office is right behind that door where your interview awaits. Word of advice, he likes using trick questions so be careful…” the secretary then brought her hand up to Mike’s arm, gently stroking it before speaking in a sultry voice, “I hope I can see more of you around. Good luck.”

With a wink at that last comment, she left back in the direction they had came. Mike, already having forgotten her warning, felt even more confident in himself. He took a few steps to the office door and knocked twice.

A deep, masculine voice came from the other side, “Come in.”

Mike obeyed, opening the door to his future.

Atop the dark oak desk sat a gold engraved name plate, Walter Hargreaves CEO. Behind the oak desk sat an older caucasian man dressed in a silk black suit, obviously fitted for his body. The man was quite attractive, his muscle was obvious even through his suit sleeve, he was someone into DILFs would have wet dreams about. He had an air of confidence with a hint of ego unmatched. Gelled hair and a clean beard, daunting eyes filled with unmistakable in-control-energy, probably in his early forties. Behind the man was the unbeatable view of LA, glass windows revealing the surrounding skyscrapers and bustling streets below. However, his tie is what stood out the most. It was an average, black tie, but on it was a diamond studded tie-ring that seemed to have a small light blinking on and off.

There was a moment of silence between the two men before the CEO spoke. “Mike Chandler correct? I’m quite familiar with your family. I hope to get to know you just as well.”

Mike smirked and walked across the large room fashioned with various decor such as a clearly expensive satin couch and the grandest platinum flat screen TV he had ever seen. “Thank you sir.”

“Ah don’t mind all those formalities, Walter is fine,” smiled the CEO kindly, hiding a mischievous grin while holding out his hand.

Mike shook his hand firmly and took a seat, a bit more relaxed and feeling as if he was on an equal level to the CEO of the largest corporation in America. “Haha, like Walt Disney,” Mike joked. Walter chuckled and kept up the fake, warm smile. The CEO then glanced at his computer and typed something, which Mike boldly assumed was him either bringing up the interview questions or Mike’s resume.

“As you may know, TG&TF Corp. has around a hundred smaller companies connected to us through an investment system. We give them the money to do whatever business they do and we earn a share of the profit, allowing us to make money here at the foundation without even lifting a finger. Think of it like tree, with TG&TF branching out into many different industries such as food & drink like Coca-cola, high end fashion companies, and even construction & infrastructure. We have our hands in the pocket of practically any company you can think of. So what makes you a great candidate for an accounting position in our corporation?”

After a brief pause Mike began with, “Well for starters I’m an early graduate of Stanford University, top of my class nonetheless-

“No no, I’m not asking for your educational prowess. I’m asking you what about you makes you a good fit,” Mr. Hargreaves interrupted, his tone now a bit more cold.

“My parents-”

“Not asking about your parents either Mike,” the CEO rejected, cutting the younger man off.

Mike was starting to get a bit sweaty, not only confused by the question but frustrated that Mr. Hargreaves wasn’t allowing him to speak.

“If I may Walter-”

Mr. Hargreaves heaved a sighed, “If you have nothing to say about yourself then what makes you think that you’re worth hiring at all?”

Mike began to feel hot with anger, never before in his life has someone treated him with such disrespect. “I think that if you could just let me speak-”

The burly CEO yawned, “I think this interview is done. I don’t think you deserve a job here at TG&TF. Please see my secretary on the way out and let her know you will not be working here.”

Jumping up from his seat, practically fuming at this point, Mike shouted, “Fine! Fuck you and this job. I only wanted you to hire me so I could bang your secretary anyway!”

There was a pause between the two men, only the sound of Mike’s angry huffing filled the room. The tension could be cut with a knife. Slowly rising from his chair, Mr. Hargreaves dropped the last of his nice-guy facade and in a low growl questioned, “…You mean my wife?”

Mike’s anger & frustration quickly became fear and embarrassment as he looked up at the now towering man above him. “Shit I meant umm… your uhh… well, with all due respect sir-” Mike scrambled to recover from his critical mistake.

“You see, even though you absolutely failed the interview, your parents paid me off to hire you. However, I know your type quite well, a spoiled brat that goes around believing you’re better than anyone else in the room. Your resume might be perfect, but no company will ever hire you because of that insufferable arrogance. Even that prestigious university you graduated from, you were only admitted because of your parent’s could sign a check. You can flash around that shit-eating grin and charm everyone you meet but I can see right through you. In fact, just because of that last comment, I think I’ll have to personally take that pompous attitude into my own hands and set it straight. Maybe then we’ll see if you’re good enough to work under me.”

Mike could feel himself shrinking down in terror. “Wait please Walter I’m sorry! I promise I’ll never say anything like that again just please give me one more chance,” Mike begged for the first time in his life. It was hard enough admitting he was wrong but it was even harder pleading to someone he barely knew.

Walter slammed his fist, “That was your first mistake! Who calls a possible employer or even a CEO by their first name you conceited little shit?” He was fuming and Mike shuddered, almost on the verge of tears from the older man’s yelling. With a shaky voice, all that he could mutter were insufficient apologies as he slowly began trying to back out of his chair.

With the press of a button on Walter’s computer, Mike was pulled back down into the seat as hand and leg cuffs appeared out of the chair, shackling him down as a gag covered his mouth. “10 years ago I invested in a start-up company run by a bunch of neuroscientists and physicists that promised me they would change the world. Best decision I ever made. In 3 years, they came back with the most groundbreaking innovation I had ever seen, something they called a Chronivac. A machine that could bend reality to my will that could be easily programmed into something like a computer and controlled remotely somewhere like this tie. What do you think having a machine with the ability to change anything I want, ranging from turning an apple into an orange or completely rewriting a human being’s life, makes me? The most powerful man in the world.”

Fear and anger flooded Mike’s eyes, he was trapped and gagged, flailing around in his imprisonment of a chair in an attempt to get out.

“Now what should I do with you… a total reality check should be sufficient enough punishment yes? What do you think?”

The strap covering Mike’s mouth retracted instantly. “My parents will pay however much money you need just fucking let me go!” the blond boy yelled.

Walter groaned, “Foolish boy, you still don’t realize that this has nothing to do with money. Regardless, your parents don’t care for you. You’re nothing but a leech to them which is why they paid me to hire you just so you’d have a life of your own. They see you like how you see everyone else, especially the less fortunate.”

Furious he had been so carelessly insulted by someone with more power than him, Mike jerked forward from his restraints and spat saliva all over Mr. Hargreaves. “You have no idea what you’re talking about fucker. You’re just some big talk CEO who’s dick went limp-” Right before he could finish his mouth strap returned gagging him of his final say. However, Mr. Hargreaves wasn’t fazed, wiping the saliva from his face with his handkerchief all he had was a grin. “Nothing left to say? Well that talk gave me the perfect idea of what I can do for you. I’ll give you what you’ve always wanted, a job under my corporation, but let’s see if you’ll learn a lesson from a life without your trust fund.”

Mike struggled in his confinement as Mr. Hargreaves brought his hand to his tie-ring and tapped it, causing the previously tiny blinking light to turn on. “How exciting! The last time I transformed someone their family sued me and I had to pay millions for the cover-up. This time though, I’ll be more careful. How about we start with a blank canvas?”

Suddenly, the arm like tentacles shot out from around the room, beginning to rip every last bit of Mike’s clothes off him. In mere seconds, his $1000 suit laid tattered and torn on the floor. His eyes widened with shock as he was left barren, his flaccid cock and balls completely exposed to the evil CEO beginning the first part of Mike’s torment.

“For your new occupation you’ll need far more muscle than that, don’t you think?” provoked the CEO, who touched his tie-ring again.

As if the universe was listening, Mike began to feel a tingling sensitive wash over his body. Though filled with fear and resentment, there was this feeling of masculinity Mike couldn’t ignore. Testosterone coursed through his veins as he flexed what he could of his body while being restrained by his cuffs, causing his body to begin growing. His body stretched out, going from his above average 5’11 to 6’2, but his restraints adjusted to this change and transformed with him. Abs popped in, each one by one, reaching a total of 6 chiseled bumps. The changes moved from his torso to his chest and arms as he flexed causing his twig-like biceps to explode into meaty pythons. Mick’s guns were the stars of his show, veiny chick magnets. They were his pride and joy, always taking the chance to flex for his admirers. He then puffed out his flat chest involuntarily, causing his barren chest to fill out into pillowy pecs. Along with the changes with his upper body, his previously shaven and odorless armpits began to itch and tingle. Beyond his thick ‘ceps laid a sprouting bush of musky body hair, deep in his rank and constantly sweaty pits. His previously shaven pubes began to germinate, becoming a thin blanket of hair behind his thickened cock. However with this change cementing, he began to lose his intelligence in exchange for physical strength. A wave of nausea came over Mick as his IQ washed away. Tears welled in his eyes as he felt himself slowly grow dumber and dumber and by the end, he was unable to even compute 2+2 in his head. History rewrote itself to accustom to this change and instead of the preppy snob he had always been, he became the rich bully that pushed around other kids. 1st Place trophies in science fairs and math competitions became MVP awards and #1 Quarterback plaques, all thanks to endless hours in his mansion’s custom built gym that allowed him to grow into quite the man. A side effect of the new body was that Mick’s limp dick began to change as well, losing a bit of it’s length but enlarging in girth.

Mr. Hargreaves watched in delight as the once snobby know-it-all became the dumb bull of an all-star quarterback that got whatever he wanted with his daddy’s money and big muscles. He could feel a slight erection coming on as he watched the helpless boy change. Feeding into his primal desire, Walter sauntered over to the helpless jock, admiring his work and the first step of his process. Going behind the chair, he placed his hands over Mick’s pecs, beginning to fondle and pinch the hefty breasts, giving into what he wanted to do so desperately, make him his personal cumdump.

Mick began to thrash around to get the ball wealthy man away from his utters. He was filled with rage as his body shimmered with a layer of sweat caused by his attempts at resistance and his eyes only could see red. He could only watch helplessly as the CEO massaged his new perky tits, which deep down Mick knew felt amazing, but he was no faggot right? At the thought of becoming gay, Mick’s meathead-bully personality completely took over, fighting to get out of his cuffs and beat the CEO to pieces, causing Walter to walk back to his desk and continue observing from afar. Alas, no matter how strong Mick was physically, it was no use against titanium restraints. However, the CEO allowed him some freedom. “Remove the gag.”

Instantly the chair retracted the mouth cover. Within seconds, Mick taunted, “You fucking faggot! Let me go so I can beat you the fuck up. Yeah I bet you love seeing naked alphas like me. You wish you could suck my fat cock right now don’t you fag-”

“That’s enough,” Mr. Hargreaves interjected, causing the mouth gag to return instantly. It was true though, he had a wife in his secretary but that relationship was all just to save face in the public eye. He was a faggot but there’s no truth that can’t be hidden with money. Sighing, Walter became lost in thought, wondering how he could ever rid a human being of such a hate. “I think we’ll do your race next, you’ll need to fit in with everyone else in the crew of course…”

The CEO’s wish was commanded as Mickey began to feel a tingly sensation throughout his lanky body. On a subatomic level, the protons of his DNA began to unravel and rewrite themselves as his genetic alleles decoded from caucasian to hispanic. On the surface, his pale white skin cascaded down his body to a browner shade. “You know, I think I’ve always had a taste for latinos. Maybe Mexico… no Nicaragua? Hmm no that won’t do. Ah yes! How about El Salvador?”

Mickey’s whiteness washed away, he was a Salvadoran stud through and through. With this change, his body underwent more and more physical transformations. The first thing to go was a few inches off his height, following the stereotype of latino men not being the tallest. Even so, the more he shrunk, the more it meant his muscle mass compacted into his body. Mickey’s horror faded away as his upper body shrunk and lower body retracted, reaching what he knew he had always been 5’8.5” 174 cm. His previously beer-can cut caucasian cock became his favorite appendage as his foreskin returned to become the hoodie of his chorizo. With the perfect measurements of length and girth, the meat could reach a fully erected 8 inches and was thicker than spanish sausage. His straight dirty blond hair curled up and colored itself dark brown marrón. Michael’s other areas of body hair followed suit, his exposed crotch hair sprouted even further, turning a blanket into quite the bush of curly, musky pubic hair. In return, his body odor became a bit more pungent and wafted off the scent of hispanic spices especias. Though he was no longer the snobby white boy, he still reeked of arrogance. He came from a long line of the richest hispanic families in America, and not only was he loaded, but he was one of the hottest men out there. The hispanic hunk was the best soccer player el mejor jugador de fútbol headed straight for the big leagues, and the girls and guys couldn’t help but fawn over him. Even though he was no longer white, Michael still believed himself to be far better than everyone else. No one was his match, not on the field, not monetarily, and not even in bed. Around campus his reputación preceded him, notorious around campus for having the biggest cock and the highest sex drive. Open to both girls and guys alike, he didn’t care who he fucked as long as he could feel the satisfacción of creaming inside, as if he was shooting his shot into an open goal.

However, the horny CEO knew that a change of race wasn’t enough to rid the young stud of his mentality and ideologies, but he knew the perfect remedy for that. Fully drawn to the idea of ruining the snob’s life and changing him into his ideals, he continued with “Now, how about we strip you of that privilege.”

Suddenly, as something was drilling into his mind, Michael’s screamed in agony, which was muffled due to the gag. He closed his eyes as his memories began erasing away in a burning sensation, all to start his new life on a clean slate.

In reality, the world had forgotten about Mike Chandler, the heir to one of the largest fortunes in America. The Stanford graduate with a bright future and a horrible personality had never existed in the first place, instead people knew Miguel Chavez. In his memories, his mamá, papa y él left their country of El Salvador when he was 10 years old in search of a better life in America. Thankfully, some family that had left for the U.S. years ago were able to help them have a safe trip to their new home in the land of freedom. As soon as they got there, they began to settle down, ingraining new roots in a foreign country where they didn’t speak the language or know the culture. They didn’t have much but they worked tirelessly to create a future. Though undocumented, they were able to get low-paying jobs, rent a home in the barrio of LA, and send Miguel to school. The Salvadoran boy grew up humbled by the world, knowing he had no chance at college due to his poor grades and jock IQ, he focused on building his body and playing the sport he loved, fúbol. However, he knew due to his economic class he would never have a chance at making it big. Once he turned 15 he began to work, hopping from job to job to provide his tired parents with the income they desperately needed. As he got older, he turned from fast food to physical labor and even sex-work sometimes. His bisexuality opened the door for many clients and the muscles he gained through fútbol, construction, and years at the local run-down Planet Fitness made everyone crave a piece of the hispanic himbo. He loved showing off his body and boy was he good at using it, his reputation of being the best fuck around always preceding him. Through it all, he was able to provide para su familia.

All of the long-gone Mike’s memories, including his money, his accomplishments, and his education, were being taken and reformed into Miguel’s memories. In his younger years, he would come from preparatory school to his mansion, driven by his chauffeur. Now that was nothing more than a fantasy to Miguel, as instead he walked home from his ghetto high school to his small, one story house. No longer was his family always absent due to business trips, now he was a mama’s boy that worked tirelessly to provide his undocumented family with the little money he earned. The Chavez’s didn’t have much but what they had was each other, an everlasting familial bond Mike had never known. Even at 24 years old, still lived with them till this day, commuting from the barrio to his job everyday. Miguel was thankful for what he had and though he wasn’t the richest he had an amazing body, a kind heart, and a loving family, who could ever ask for more?

Out of nowhere, an arm-tentacle appeared from under the seat, holding a fleshlight in its grasp. Miguel watched as the arm made its way to his flaccid Salvadoran meat, scooping it up, and beginning to jerk it off. He could only moan as all of his memories of his life as Mike churned in his balls and began to culminate in his cock. After a few more strokes up and down and Miguel even beginning to move his hips up and down to fuck the fleshlight, he moaned through his gag, shutting his eyes as he released the final remnants of Mike into the sex-toy, forever ridding the spoiled white boy from the world.

Mr. Hargreaves observed giddily as Miguel then fluttered his eyes open, awakening a new man. He knew that the boy was nothing more than his slave, he could do anything he wanted with him, a complete puppet for his own personal control. Behind his desk and under his pants, his 10 inch cock was fully erect and dripping with pre as he watched his newest transformation come to fruition. The hispanic hunk looked around the room in a daze, confused on why he was in such an opulent room. Why was he naked? Why was his mouth covered and his arms and legs cuffed to a chair? Was he kidnapped? Now panicked, his eyes shot to the well-dressed daddy standing in front of him. “It’s alright Miguel, remember you’re here to please me…” Mr. Hargreaves reassured with a mischievous grin.

Almost instantly being soothed by the man’s voice, Miguel relaxed and then began to smirk seductively. “Why don’t you let me out of these cuffs papí so we can get to that,” the latin lover cooed in his accented voice. Almost instantly, Mr. Hargreaves disabled the chair’s constraints, allowing Miguel to take his ‘first’ steps out into the world. However, he didn’t run or fight the man, he had no reason to. Miguel was here for his boss’s pleasure, a frequent occurrence. You see, a few years ago Miguel started work at TG&TF Construction, a company owned by one of the largest corporations in the United States. On one of the projects at the corporation headquarters, he met the CEO who personally came to oversee the job. Instantly, the two felt a connection to each other, growing close as Mr. Hargreaves kept an eye on the Salvadoran stud, inviting him out to drink and to have certain talks about future construction projects in his office, alone. Together, the two created a symbiotic relationship, Miguel got promotions in TG&TF Construction, plus money on the side for his services, to provide for his familia and Walter got his own slutty Salvadoran sex-toy.

Slowly strutting over to Walter, Miguel felt up and down his new, naked body to arouse the wealthy tycoon, and it was working. “Sorry about that baby, you know how much I love a little bondage,” his boss flirted.

The horned-up stud couldn’t resist anymore, he felt completely in his element. His body was amazing and undeniably sexy. As he began stroking his uncut 8 inch chorizo and caressing his muscles for Mr. Hargreaves’s viewing pleasure, he could see the DILF’s cock print through his designer dress pants. “Come here,” the CEO demanded, beginning to massage the growing erection under his pants. The escort listened, climbing onto the man and allowing the two to get up-close and personal with each other. They began to passionately make out, hot and horny as Miguel grinded on the older man’s lap. They got sweaty, Miguel tearing off Mr. Hargreaves clothes as he smacked the younger man’s slutty ass.

“Flex for me baby,” the captivated CEO growled.

Miguel obeyed instantly, flexing his thick biceps and exposing his rank pits. His body odor, which was quite tame before, reeked of heavy spices and pungent musk. He was proud of it however, unashamed to let people catch onto the scent of a real man.

“You like that papí?” Miguel flirted as Mr. Hargreaves dove into the sweaty boy’s armpit, lapping up every drop of sweat and tasting the must first hand. Mr. Hargreaves moved from the escort’s pits to his pecs, worshipping the woman-like breasts, suckling on each nipple, and fondling his hefty jugs.

Mr. Hargreaves moved his hands down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning to release his own 10 inch fuckmeat. Miguel’s face turned into a huge grin, as if he was a kid on Christmas morning, as he watched his client’s python flop out. He dropped to his knees and began to suck, bobbing his head up and down what he could fit in his mouth. It wasn’t long until Mr. Hargreaves came, shooting his load straight down the smelly brute’s throat, who swallowed it all happily.

“Thank you for this Miguel, I’ll have my secretary forward you the payment soon,” Mr. Hargreaves obliged greatly through heavy breathing as he buttoned back up his pants.

“No problemo papí. I have to get back to work pero I’ll see you later sí?” the slutty himbo inquired, rising from his knees and walking towards the giant office’s closet to grab his work clothes.

“Of course,” Walter walked over to Miguel, helping his secret lover to put his construction attire on. They looked each other in the eyes before they kissed each other goodbye.

He walked out the room, going back through the hallway he had once been a completely different man in just an hour ago. The busty secretary met Miguel at the door leading to the waiting room, giving him flirtatious smile as he checked her out for a bit. He had just came but he was still horny as hell. However, he was already late to work and didn’t have time for a quickie with his boss’s ‘wife.’ He begrudgingly opened the door but winked a goodbye to her as she followed behind. He stepped into the waiting room and watched as all the men, who were dressed in expensive suits looked up at him. A few of them chuckled seeing the sweaty construction worker out of place while the others punched their nose, unable to handle the pungent stink of a real man. “Fucking coños,” Miguel mumbled under his breath. If there was anything he hated in the entire world, it was people who believed they were better than everyone else because of their money. As he walked out of the waiting room, he heard the secretary call one of the pompous assholes for their interview, but he knew Mr. Hargreaves was going to reject them all anyway.

Later that same afternoon, Miguel had been working for hours at a construction site near downtown LA when he suddenly felt a buzz in his pocket. Curious, he wiped some sweat off his brow and removed his gloves, pulling out his phone to see a notification from Mr. Hargreaves. Opening his messages, his eyes lit up with excitement seeing a picture of his boss’s fully erect cock with an attached message, “Can’t wait to see you again.” Miguel felt his own dick harden in his pants from just seeing his papí’s python, being turned on by the idea of pleasing him again. Miguel smirked and raised his phone up to send a picture reply of his perfect bod that had been sweating for hours under the hot California sun. He was always down for un otra vez.

ignore the fact that i have another tf about a dude named miguel… i completely forgot about it lol. but anyways enjoy and hopefully more stories on the way as i get back into writing

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Beach Gods - EXTRA Milo’s Beach Gods

Some Extra AI Image from Beach Gods Milo’s story that i didn't end up using and a detailed description of Milo’s transformation after he slipped into the oversized Speedo briefs in the costume shop dressing room:

As Milo stood there, the enormous red Speedo sagging comically around his thin hips, a sudden warmth sparked in his core, like a fire igniting deep within. His breath hitched, and before he could process it, the sensation spread outward, racing through his veins like liquid lightning. His scrawny frame began to tremble, a faint hum vibrating in his bones.

First, his arms twitched. His stick-thin biceps pulsed, then surged outward, inflating with impossible speed. Muscle fibers thickened and coiled beneath his skin, stretching it taut as his arms ballooned into massive, sculpted pillars. Veins snaked across them, popping out like cords, while his forearms widened to match, hands growing large and powerful enough to crush stone. He flexed instinctively, and the sheer size of his new biceps made the air around them feel small.

The transformation rolled upward next. His narrow shoulders cracked and broadened, rounding out into cannonball-like deltoids that framed a chest beginning to swell. His flat pecs pushed forward, expanding into thick, heavy slabs of muscle that jutted out dramatically, each one defined with deep striations. His ribcage widened to support the growth, and his once-hollow sternum filled out with a ridged, armor-like structure, giving him a barrel-chested silhouette that seemed to defy gravity.

His torso wasn’t spared either. His nonexistent abs clenched, then erupted into a chiseled eight-pack, each muscle block carved as if by a sculptor’s hand. His waist thickened slightly, but only to anchor the exaggerated V-shape forming from his lats, which flared out like wings, turning his back into a wall of rippling power that strained against the limits of his skin.

Then came the lower half. His spindly legs quaked as his thighs swelled, quad muscles bloating into monstrous pillars of strength, while his calves hardened into diamond-shaped bulges. His stance widened involuntarily to accommodate the sheer mass, his feet growing broader and sturdier to hold him up. But the most startling change hit below the waistband of the Speedo. A rush of heat flooded downward, and his modest manhood surged forward, growing with absurd exaggeration. It filled the front of the briefs, stretching the fabric to its limit, the outline bold and unapologetic, a cartoonish display of virility that left Milo wide-eyed in the mirror.

Simultaneously, his flat, bony backside began to shift. His glutes tightened, then ballooned outward, each cheek rounding and hardening into a massive, perfectly sculpted mound. The growth was relentless, pushing the Speedo’s rear to its breaking point, the fabric riding up until it hugged his hips like a thong, barely containing the oversized curves of his new, powerful rear. The briefs, once loose and ridiculous, now clung to him like a second skin, accentuating every exaggerated contour.

His height crept upward too, bones stretching and popping as he shot from an unassuming 5’6” to a towering nearly 7 feet. His neck thickened, cords of muscle framing a jawline that sharpened into something godlike. Even his skin seemed to glow faintly, tightening over his new physique, a light sheen of sweat highlighting the peaks and valleys of his transformed body.

When it was over, Milo staggered, catching himself against the dressing room wall with a hand that dented the plaster. His breathing steadied as he stared into the cracked mirror. The skinny weakling was gone, replaced by a hulking, over-the-top titan of muscle and masculinity, the Speedo gleaming like a badge of honor. Every movement rippled with power, every flex an explosion of size. He was no longer Milo—he was the Beach God, born from a pair of briefs in a dusty shop, and the world would soon know it.

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Djinni's Gym: Towel Service

When you’d mentioned to your buddies at the college Pride club that you were moving back to your small town after grad, they swooned at the name. “That’s where Djinni’s Gym is, right?” one gasped, fanning their face. “Raj and Shaun’s BlueSky is, like, my favourite.”

“Everyone they collab with is sooooo hot,” gushed another. “Your town must be the cruising capital of the state!”

You tried to assure them that no, it was just as homophobic and shitty as any other small town in the region. You were only moving back to sleep on your parents’ couch until you could get a job. In fact, you’d been friends with the only kid of colour in your whole high school, and he hadn’t had it easy, being Moroccan and gay in that small town. But they insisted, and when you looked up Djinni’s Gym on social media their address was, in fact, in the only mall in your hometown, just down the hall from the arcade.

Before you’d even been home for a week, you found yourself gazing up at the massive sign for the gym, with its antique lamp logo. Some of the gym gays at your college had taken you to the gym once or twice, but it really wasn’t your scene. You were weedy and awkward, the kind of gangling nerd who seemed to have an invisible “kick me” sign on his back any time a jock was in range. But with no gay bar in town, it seemed like this gym was your best chance at getting off with anyone.

The automatic doors slid open and your eyes watered as a gust of humid, musky air washed over you. You tried to take shallow breaths through your mouth as you walked inside, hoping it was just the entrance. After all, why would a gym smell like a sweaty, precummy cock and balls?

An Indian hunk with a cocky smirk stood at the reception counter. Raj, you remembered from the many graphic pictures your friends had shown you. “H-hi,” you stammered, “do you have a free trial?” You struggled to keep his eyes on his face, your mind drifting to the video of his brown cock dripping thick precum that was front and centre on his socials.

Raj’s smirk widened into a perfect, toothy smile, and you suddenly felt strangely like a small prey animal caught in his gaze. “For you, yes,” he rumbled, his accented voice somehow dripping in innuendo. “Would you like towel service, my friend?” he asked, reaching under the reception desk and somehow bouncing his thick pecs at the same time. Your gaze snapped to the dark nipples peeking out of the sides of his stringer tank.

“Uh, sure,” you agreed, your voice thick as you took a deep breath in through your nose to try and calm the sudden movement in your briefs. The sharp, alluring scent of Raj’s musk made your cock harden more instead.

Raj tossed the perfectly rolled towel to you and you scrambled to catch it, desperate not to embarrass yourself in front of this suave, flirty stud. As you grabbed it and clutched it to your chest, you got a whiff of something other than Raj’s scent: more of an animal stench than Raj’s almost curated musk.

You shook your head and hurried through the gate, struggling to hold it together as Raj pointed out different parts of the gym and gestured to the single change room in the back. You had hoped that your hard-on would subside once you were inside the gym in the mass of different body types that frequented it, but every man you saw was a paragon of muscle. With a shaky wave to Raj, you tiptoed further into the gym, still clutching the strangely musky towel, looking around at the studs of every size, colour, and age pumping iron and flirting in the pheromone-laden air of the humid gym.

Desperate that no one saw that the weedy nerd had some kind of creepy erection in his sweatpants, you folded in on yourself and beelined for an elliptical machine facing the gym’s back wall. Sweat already standing out on your pale brow, you shook the towel out to hang it on one of the arms of the machine.

An instant later, as you began to stride on the machine, that animal smell reached your nose again. For some reason, the towel carried a scent like pure, unadulterated sex, and you looked down at it in some disgust. Had they even washed it? You eyed it closely. Why did the thought of it being unwashed get your excitable cock even harder?

You shook your head and tried to focus on your cardio, hoping the stench would fade into the background over time. Sweat began to flow down your face and stick your T-shirt to your back as you upped the intensity of the machine to distract yourself.

Even this wall had a mirror, and you despaired as you watched your ghostly, gangling limbs pumping back and forth on the machine. This was a stupid idea, you told yourself. None of the hunks in this gym were going to give a college kid like you a second glance. You’d better just enjoy this chance to ogle them and then go home, back to struggling through job applications in the hope of moving somewhere better.

But as you started to watch the guys lifting in the mirror’s reflection, you kept noticing their eyes drifting your way. The guy twisting himself into a pretzel outside the yoga studio—Jorge, your college friend’s voice helpfully supplied—kept sneaking glances at you, his eyes mischievous. When he saw you looking at him, he winked and made a “call me” gesture with the hand he wasn’t using to pull his foot against the back of his head. A massive Chinese-looking guy on a deadlift platform licked his lips lasciviously as you locked eyes with him in the mirror. In spite of being the least hunky guy at the gym, you felt strangely like a piece of meat as dozens of eyes followed each twist of your torso and bob of your barely visible butt.

Barely ten minutes into your cardio, your face was burning bright red, the flush creeping under the collar of your shirt as you sweated more from the stress of being watched than from any exertion. You grabbed the smelly towel from the machine’s arm and bolted for the showers.

You were already under the rush of water in the shower before you realised you could have just gone home to wash. It was so strange you hadn’t thought to just leave now that you were uncomfortable. As you scrubbed down your legs, another whiff of that arousing scent from the towel washed over you, and the thought washed away with the soap suds. Shaking your head, you switched off the water and grabbed the towel from its hook.

Barely realising your cock was starting to leak precum just from the towel’s scent, you began to rub it through your hair, your conscious mind trying to ignore the smell that was somehow not so disgusting anymore. As you rubbed, your hair darkened from brown to black, the follicles thickening as the strands curled into a short quiff. You ran your hands through it, confused for a moment and then smiling as you remembered joking about how pubic your head hair looked compared to your nearly hairless groin.

You ran the towel over your face, pausing for a moment to take a deep whiff of the thick, overwhelming smell of sex embedded in the cotton. Your features shifted, chin strengthening as a tan rushed down from your forehead. A few smile lines folded into view around your eyes as you gave yourself a dimpled smile, enjoying the sensation of the towel against your thick black moustache and scruffy stubble. It was so wild that you had this masculine, hairy face, nearly looking Moroccan like your buddy from high school, on such a pale, gangling body.

You ran the towel down your chest, giving your pecs special attention as they grew thick and strong, more dark hair whorling across them from your darkening nipples. Sweat began to bead between the hairs, soaking up the musky stench of the towel you were becoming obsessed with. You barely held back a deep moan as you ran the towel across your nipples, your cock letting loose a spurt of precum at the sensation.

Your core and back grew to match your chest as you towelled off your arms, strong and thick and covered in dark hair. Sure, you didn’t have a six pack, but your belly was way better, way stronger, because of the fat you kept around your middle.

Meanwhile, your arms thickened and darkened, your hands twitching as they grew big and callused and gripped your musky towel harder. You wiped your armpits too, but chuckled as you felt the thick, dark hair that grew in them immediately begin to drip musky, mature sweat down your thick lats. This was your third shower today, you remembered. Sure, it was a lost cause, but there was something sexy about the futile battle with your animalistic armpit musk, especially because of the contrast with your pale cock and wispy pubes.

You gave your rock-hard cock a tug as you started to dry your legs, leaving the best for last. It felt good to grip it with your big, dark-skinned hand, as if you’d never done it before. Had you?

You shook your head at the sudden onslaught of a doubled consciousness. How the fuck did you have the upper body of a mature Moroccan bear paired with the slender legs of some college white boy? Why was your white boy cock so fucking hard and leaky thinking about it? What was…

A sudden wave of vertigo came over you, and you lost your train of thought. Had the showerhead always been so high on the wall, you wondered, idly flexing your thick quads as dark, curly hair raced over them and down your swelling calves. Fuck, you loved being a short, thick muscle bear. You could get picked up and pounded by a muscle stud like Raj, and it was even hotter when you slung Jorge over your shoulder and threw him on the mats to eat the Mexican yoga teacher’s sweaty ass. All that was missing was your own ass, you mused, running your musky towel over your flat, pale ass and between your bulked up thighs.

Your ass suddenly thickened with muscle, bouncing as the cheeks squeezed, and you roared with pleasure, feeling your ring twitch, ready to get opened up. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gotten your needy ass filled, which was crazy because you usually couldn’t go more than twelve hours between loads. You were so lucky Raj and Shaun had opened this gym to get guys like you some relief.

Fuck, you needed to dry off your cock and go grab a guy to fuck you. One of those young bucks should have enough stamina to work you over.

The feeling of your cock and balls growing as you wrapped the towel around them had you whimpering. Dark, wiry hair grew in everywhere around your crotch, halfway up your big leaky bear cock, and immediately captured your copious sweat, letting that heady, sex-tinged musk you’d been smelling the whole time tickle your nose even deeper. Your eyes rolled back as you used the towel to pump once, twice, and exploded.

Your balls pulled up tight around the base of your dark-skinned cock like you’d been edging for hours, and you whimpered as shot after shot went into the thick fibres of the towel. You felt sweat dripping down your stubbled chin and moaned louder, loving how much of a big, sweaty muscle bear you were.

It could have been seconds or minutes later, and you were still braced against the wall, your towel wrapped around your cock as you gasped for air from a true all-timer of an orgasm. Behind you, you heard Shaun’s ironic voice. “Damn, Hamza, you gonna clean that towel this time, brother?”

You turned around and grinned at the younger man, shaking out your softening cock as you tossed him the towel. “Maybe after cardio,” you rumbled, enjoying the soft Moroccan accent in your voice. “You know I need a towel when I walk.”

“Brother, you need a mop,” Shaun said. He sniffed the towel appreciatively. You watched the Black jock’s cock jerk in his compression shorts. “Lemme get you a fresh towel, on the house,” he suggested, palming his crotch. “Me and this guy need a little alone time.”

You grinned back at him, putting one arm behind your head to show off your dripping armpit. “Why not get it from the source?” you suggested, seeing Shaun’s nostrils flare at your musk. “I can do bedroom cardio today.”

Fuck, you loved this gym. You were so glad you’d moved to this town.

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Understanding Him Better

(Original story posted May 30th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated

Written for @bodyswappingandshit/@bodyswappingandshit-1 ❤️

Marcy stared out of her bedroom window, looking up at the clear night sky. Her college roommates had already gone to bed but she just couldn’t sleep. There was this boy on campus on campus she’d gained a huge crush on. Alex. He was every bit her type. A strong, muscular and smooth body that pushed against clothes he wore. Youthful, charming looks that left her dizzy. An air of confidence that was balanced out by a humble nature. He was her perfect man. Except she had no idea how to really approach him. Most of the interests he had didn’t really overlap with hers so she didn’t know how best to strike up a conversation. Not to mention she was incredibly nervous. Her friends had told her just to straight up ask him on a date but the last time she did that for a guy she liked she got rejected which made her terrified of trying again ever since.

And so as Marcy continued to admire the stars in the sky, she wished that she could understand Alex a little better. If she knew more about him and the kind of man that he was then she’d feel confident enough to speak to him. She voiced her wish out loud as her eyes traced the glimmering night sky with a longing for the man that’d captured her heart without even knowing.

Little did she know that as she finally slipped into bed, a certain magical entity had overheard her wish to the stars. Fortunately for her, he was more than willing to grant her wish but not in the way she would’ve imagined. As she drifted off to sleep, magic began flowing into Marcy’s body, changing her body and her life so that she might finally understand Alex.

The next morning Marcy woke up feeling incredibly groggy and… heavy? She stretched her arms a little and immediately she felt something was off. She blinked her eyes open and saw what was certainly not her bedroom! Not the bedroom she knew anyway. It was the same space with the same layout but it was like someone else entirely was living in it. Gone were all her clothes, her make up and most of her books. Instead there was what looked to be men’s clothes lying around along with an Xbox set up across the room. Her large book shelf had been replaced by a cabinet filled with a bunch of games and even more noticeable was the weights rack that sat next to it. Even the colour scheme of her room was different. Before it’d been bright red and white for the most part but now it was mostly black and navy blue. It was almost like a dude had been living in her room…

She sat up a little and immediately noticed the difference in her weight. It wasn’t just the tiredness that was making her feel heavy. Her body. Its size. Its shape. It was completely different! Her breasts were gone, replaced with pure muscle in the shape of strong pecs. Her once slender arms were now massive and even her hands were huge! And even from underneath the bed covers she could tell that her legs looked much bigger and bulkier as well with thighs that seemed to rub together helplessly. But that wasn’t the most concerning part. She could feel a strange bulge between her legs… it couldn’t be. Marcy didn’t want to believe what she was already but everything was pointing towards it.

She needed to see it for herself.

Jumping out of bed in a panic, she rushed out of her room and towards the bathroom, stumbling a little on the way due to her new weight and the unfamiliar package between her thighs. As soon as she made it however, she locked the door behind her and made a dash towards the mirror. What Marcy saw in that reflection took her breath away. Staring back at her in the mirror was a dude! But not just any dude, it was Alex! The very same gorgeous guy she’d had a crush on!!

“W-what the… How is this… I-I look like Alex!?” She said aloud though not quite believing it herself. But her reflection said it all. For a moment she just stood there in shock. Words caught in her throat as her mind tried to process what was happening. An odd sense of nausea washed over her as her eyes struggled to comprehend what they were seeing. But eventually she spoke up.

“I have h-his body… his muscles… and I’m standing in his underwear… a-and…” Before Marcy could continue she was cut off by an extremely odd feeling. One she’d never felt before. The feeling of blood rushing towards her groin to inflate an unfamiliar organ that she never thought she’d experience. Not like this anyway. She could see clearly in the reflection and as she looked down at herself that a tent was forming in her underwear, creating quite the obscene bulge. For the first time in her life she was experiencing what it was like to have a horny cock and she had no idea how to make it go down.

She reached down and poked at it experimentally. The sensation was so alien compared to what she was used to. The firmness of it pressed so hard against the constraints of the briefs she now had on. Yet still it sent shivers through her new masculine body. “Oh woah. That feels… weird.” Marcy muttered. Part of her was weirded out by the strange new appendage between her legs but at the same time she couldn’t help but be curious. After all, wasn't this Alex’s cock? The guy she’d been having dreams about for months. She’d been wondering what it would look like and well… now she could see for herself.

The former woman took a deep breath before hooking her thumbs under the waistband and pulling down the briefs, allowing her new cock to spring forwards in all its glory. She had to stifle a gasp as she watched it bob excitedly. It was just as amazing as she’d hoped it to be. “Never imagined I’d be seeing it from this angle.” She mumbled before reaching down and gently cupping her new musky balls for the first time. Feeling the odd heft that came with them along with an urge to protect them at all costs. Her hand then shifted back up towards her new shaft before gripping it, feeling the pleasure of a stimulated cock wash over her. “But I can’t say I don’t like it…” She added as she couldn’t stop herself from giving it a few tugs. “O-oh wow! That’s nice!” She only planned on giving it one or two tugs but it just felt so damn good she couldn’t help herself. “Oh god… is this why dudes are such horny freaks!? Mmmm…” She grunted, struggling to pull her hand away from her new manhood.

Marcy found herself turning back towards the mirror and continuing to admire her reflection. The reflection of her crush, now under her complete control. She had no idea how the hell it’d happened or how she’d feel about it afterwards but in this moment, as she jerked Alex’s cock like a horny beast, she couldn’t deny how hot it was. Running his rugged hand up and down his shaft, feeling the pleasure slowly ramp up until eventually it started to reach some kind of peak. The sensitivity had increased tenfold out of nowhere. Marcy’s eyes rolled for second until “F-fuck! Am I… cumming?” She wondered aloud, not knowing exactly what a male orgasm felt like. Her question was swiftly answered however by her new cock launching a wave of hot white cum all over the bathroom sink and mirror.

Throughout the strangely exhilarating experience, Marcy hadn’t noticed just how loud she was being with her grunting and groaning. She was only made aware when, mere moments after her first orgasm as man, there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Alex? You okay in there?” Came the voice of her best friend Kayla.

Marcy went silent for a moment before responding. “Oh uhmm… yeah I’m good. Just gimme a minute.” Marcy said awkwardly. Though she couldn’t help noticing how Kayla had called Alex’s name. Did everyone think she’d always been Alex? It was a crazy thought but it wasn’t any crazier than her having woken up in the body of a man.

She quickly got to work wiping up all the cum she’d sprayed across the bathroom, wiping down the surfaces with cleaning products just to make sure there was no trace. When she was done she unlocked the door and stepped out to find that Kayla must’ve retreated back to her room. Marcy took this as a chance to sneak back into her bedroom to figure things out. She peered down the apartment hallway, seeing that the coast was clear, before tip-toeing back to her room.

After closing her door, she whipped around and took another look around her bedroom. A real look this time. It certainly didn’t feel like hers anymore. Sports stuff dotted around the room. Boys clothes everywhere. Not to a certain musk in the air that she hadn’t clocked onto when she first woke up. A deep sweaty smell that her nose had frequently caught whiffs of from other college guys around the campus. Only now she was the culprit. Upon that realisation she lifted up one of her arms curiously before giving one of her armpits a sniff and what she was met with was a strong masculine stench that she never thought she’d smell on her own body. The kind of scent that really screamed that a guy was a total jock who frequently found himself in the gym or out on a field playing sports. Not an inaccurate description judging by her powerful new physique. Despite that she looked around frantically for something to cover up the smell and luckily as she unzipped a gym bag beside her bed, she found a can of deodorant inside. She didn’t waste a second spraying the contents onto her armpits in an effort to mask the smell.

Soon after Marcy found herself sitting on her bed, trying to evaluate her situation. She was surprisingly calm. Then again she’d always been a very logical and cool headed person. So instead of getting hysterical, she started to go over everything she knew so far. She went to sleep like normal and woke up with her crush’s body. She still lived in the same apartment with the same roommates but now those roommates believed she was Alex. She could only guess that meant everyone in her life probably thought she was and always had been Alex as well. Judging by her room she could also assume that most of, if not all, her personal possessions had been swapped out for whatever Alex had owned. Did this mean the real Alex had taken on her old female form? If so, was he aware of it like she was? That was something she’d need to investigate later. But one other thing she’d realised was that she seemed to retain her attraction to men. From what she knew Alex had been a straight guy and yet even with his body the thought of being with men still gave her butterflies.

“Fuck. This is gonna take some figuring out.” She sighed, looking down at her hands and body. Eyes lingering slightly on the bulge in her underwear. “Well… I’d always wondered what it was like being a guy…” She mumbled to herself, trying to make light of the insane situation she’d somehow found herself in.

Eventually Marcy found herself digging through the abundance of new clothes at her disposal until she found some stuff she was comfortable wearing. After which she looked in the mirror and smiled knowing she looked absolutely hot as fuck right now.

It was then she realised that she had absolutely no idea what the hell she was supposed to be doing today! Would she still be attending her fashion design classes from before despite probably sticking out like a sore thumb?? Just then however, as if prompted by her worries, some new memories began to surface. Memories of her attending fitness programmes and learning about all the different theories of exercise as well as the science behind the human body and its health. That must’ve been what Alex did! And she supposed it was what she’d have to be learning from now on… well assuming more knowledge would come to her it couldn’t be that hard right?

She stepped out of her bedroom and conversed with her friends a little. It was strange as none of them seemed to notice whatsoever. As if they’d always been friends and roommates with Alex. It was strange to say the least but it certainly made things a hell of a lot simpler. She sat and had breakfast, subconsciously making herself a bigger and more calorie rich meal than usual to fuel her bigger male body.

Soon enough she set off to college with her friends, splitting off to each of their different lessons upon arriving. Marcy instinctively made her way towards the sportier side of campus where all the jocks resided. Naturally she’d never really explored it before and yet she found herself navigating it perfectly.

Upon arriving at class, there were some other dudes that began talking to her which she quickly recognised as Alex’s buddies. She stumbled through the chit chat with them at first but it didn’t take long to get into talking about dude stuff that she’d never have been able to understand before. But their conversation was cut short when their lesson started.

The lesson was all about fitness and muscle theory as well as dieting and the human body in general. Almost all of the more complex stuff they were learning should’ve gone right over her head but now she was absorbing it like a sponge. Like she was recalling all stuff Alex had already learnt and applying it to the new information she was being given. It was a very strange experience to say the least she couldn’t say she didn’t like it. After all it seemed like Alex was one of the best students in the class and most people, the professor included, recognised that. It made her feel special and even a tad bit cocky considering she’d always felt mediocre in her fashion design course before.

By the end of the lesson Marcy left feeling more confident than ever with more of Alex’s memories rising to the surface. She puffed out her muscular chest with pride after saying bye to her new mates and began to ponder what she should do next. Usually she’d head home after college but something told her there was something else that needed to be done. Something else that her new body needed. That’s when it hit her. The gym. She had to workout if she wanted to keep Alex’s muscular and powerful body in shape.

Upon arriving at the gym Alex frequented however, Marcy couldn’t help but feel a slight nervousness rising up. She’d hardly ever lifted weights before and she didn’t have the slightest clue as to how half of the machines even worked. That said she decided to start with something simple and hope the memories would just come to her over time.

She’d decided on working legs today so she began with some simple body weight squats to get herself warmed up. As she did she couldn’t help but notice how much easier it was. Where before she would’ve been feeling a burn at about ten squats, now she could go at least to twenty before feeling it. She did a few sets until she felt sufficiently warmed up and even began to feel a small sweat before deciding to get on with the proper stuff. She placed her hands on her hips in a rather masculine stance as she peered around the room for her next exercise.

Just as Marcy had hoped, it was gradually starting to come to her now. A routine for bulking up her legs was beginning to form in her mind. Piecing itself together slowly. Next on the list was Bulgarian split squats but something told her she wasn’t going to enjoy them. Yet she found herself a bench and a couple weights before setting up. She got into position, grabbing the weights and placing one foot in front of her while resting the other foot on the bench behind. With that she began her first few reps and lord was her assumption right. Every decent she made felt almost hellish as both her legs and glutes lit up with a fire that was tough to push through. And after completing ten she had to switch to the other leg! It felt like torture but at the same time every set felt so satisfying to complete. Safe to say that by the end she already wanted to collapse while sweating buckets. But she still had plenty more exercises to go.

Thankfully the newfound drive to workout and grow bigger allowed her the willpower to forge on through the rest of her workout. New memories entered her mind one by one of different leg exercises, each of which she tried. She made sure to get plenty of glutes exercises in there as well as she’d always loved guys that had big muscular butts. She didn’t know if it was kink or not since not as many of her female friends seemed quite as obsessed with male butts as she’d always been. Just the sight of a big strong ass on a man had always driven her crazy. So much so that she couldn’t help but keep checking out her own one in the mirror every chance she got, loving how it strained against her tight gym attire.

Marcy continued to jump from exercise to exercise until her manly legs couldn’t take anymore punishment. She soon found herself more or less hobbling out of the gym but she couldn’t help feeling incredible regardless. This experience had given her a taste of how it felt to be powerful with the kind of strength jocks like Alex had. It was amazing!

One thing she couldn’t ignore however was her stench. After such and intense sweaty leg workout, it was only natural that her new body had gotten a little musky again. She supposed that was one of the downsides to being a dude. Though she had to admit, she wasn’t as repulsed by the smell as she had been this morning. Perhaps it was just her adjusting to it now but honestly it didn’t smell that bad. Regardless she knew other people would have a different opinion so she planned on jumping in the shower as soon as possible.

The very second Marcy walked in the door to her shared apartment, she had a one track mind heading towards the bathroom. Only stopping to quickly say hello to her roommates before locking herself in there and getting undressed.

She tossed her sweaty gym clothes into a pile on the floor before stretching in front of the mirror, her naked male body on full display. It was strange. There were so many subtle differences between this body and the female one she’d had for her whole life before this. The curvature of her waist was less accentuated yet her upper body was so much broader. Her hands and feet were much bigger which honestly she was still trying to adjust to a little. She’d been struggling to write on paper during college earlier today due to her meaty digits and she’d be embarrassed to admit how many times she’s caught her foot on things today. Another thing that she couldn’t help notice was the shape of butt. Of course she’d already known from how obsessed she was with male ass that they were shaped differently, anyone could see that, but it was still strangely incredible to see it on herself. She’d had plenty of time to admire it while at the gym but she couldn’t help inspecting it again now. Instead of the softer heart shape it had once adorned, her butt seemed much more sculpted. Less fat and more muscle. It even seemed a fair bit perkier than her old butt thanks to all the exercise it gets.

“Yo Alex! Are you getting a shower or what? You said you weren’t gonna be long!” Shouted her other roommate Jacob.

“Yeah sorry! Now getting in!” Marcy responded, quickly turning on the shower to prove as much.

As the steaming hot water flowed over her body, Marcy noticed that all of the shower products she’d bought before had vanished only to be replaced with men’s shampoo and men’s body wash instead. She shrugged, grabbing the shampoo and rubbing it into her now short hair. And as she washed it out minutes later, she knew it was time for the body wash. The new man squirted a generous amount of it into her hand before starting to lather herself up with it. Running the soapy liquid over her thick pecs and down her abdomen, smothering it across her thick bulging arms and massive shoulders. There was no way she could deny how amazing it felt to simply touch her new body. She’d always wanted to feel Alex’s muscles and now she could! Her hands continued to wander further south, lathering up her admittedly very hard cock before getting some more body wash to rub across her muscular ass cheeks. Something that should’ve been so simple and routine as getting a shower just felt so erotic now. Even running her hands down her thick powerful legs felt otherworldly.

Even after she’d rinsed all the soap off, she continued to run her hands all over her new body. Worshiping and groping it until she once again found herself gripping her new cock. When she’d awoken this morning, as enthralled as she was to be in the body of her crush, part of her had still hoped she’d find a way back to normal. But now, after really knowing how great it feels to be a strong muscular dude with a cock between her legs, she decided she’d much rather stay like this! Even if it meant having to constantly put up with the musky scent of being a dude from now on. This was just too good to give up!

Marcy continued guiding her hand up and down her shaft, this time making an effort to stifle her groans so her roommates wouldn’t hear. Loving how her new manhood pulsed eagerly in her hand. Just like before she could feel that slow rising pleasure start to build as her balls began to churn, getting ready for what was about to come. Her movements grew faster and more erratic, having to place one hand against the wall as her other hand went to town. Jerking her cock furiously until finally she shot Alex’s seed all over the shower walls…

She stepped out of the shower a few minutes later after having cleaned up her mess. Wrapping a towel around her waist before scooping up her clothes and heading back into her bedroom. As she finished getting dried, Marcy made her way over towards her bedroom window. The very same window at which she made her wish to understand Alex better. Now she could say for certain that she did. She dropped the towel to the floor, standing fully nude before the window once again, before making another wish. This time her only wish was that things could stay this way forever. That she could keep this muscular male body forever! To continue experiencing the life of a man. To explore the gay dating scene with other dudes. She wanted all of it! And luckily for Marcy, whatever had granted her wish the first time was more than happy to grant this one as well…

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Beach Gods - EXTRA Simon’s Sex God

Some Extra AI Image from Beach Gods Simon’s story that i didn't end up using and Here’s a detailed description of Simon’s transformation after he slips into the oversized purple Speedo briefs in the costume shop dressing room:

As Simon stood in the dimly lit dressing room, the shimmering purple Speedo sagging around his lanky, unimpressive frame, a sharp, electric jolt sparked at his core. It wasn’t the fiery surge of Milo’s transformation or the fluid wash of Harold’s—this was a pulsing, sensual energy that tingled through his nerves like a lover’s touch. His breath caught, his hands trembling as the sensation spread, and his reflection in the cracked mirror began to warp as the transformation took hold.

It began with his face, the feature he’d always hidden behind books and hunched shoulders. His crooked nose twitched, then straightened, smoothing into a refined, elegant curve that balanced his features perfectly. His jawline, once soft and undefined, tightened and sharpened, chiseling into a strong, square frame that exuded a rugged charm. His thinning, mousy brown hair thickened, strands multiplying and darkening into a rich chestnut hue, cascading in soft, tousled waves that fell just above his shoulders, framing his face like a natural crown. His dull hazel eyes flared, shifting to a vivid, piercing green that seemed to glow with an inner fire, while his thin lips plumped into a fuller, sensual curve, settling into a subtle, confident smirk. His skin smoothed, blemishes fading as it took on a warm, golden tan, giving him a radiant, sun-kissed glow.

The transformation flowed downward, reshaping his body with a sleek, deliberate grace. His narrow shoulders broadened just enough, rolling back to erase his habitual slouch, while his flat chest filled out into a smooth, toned expanse—not bulky, but firm and defined, with pectorals that hinted at strength without excess. His arms, once spindly, gained a wiry, lean musculature, veins faintly tracing beneath the skin as his biceps and forearms took on a subtle, sculpted look. His torso tapered into a trim waist, abs tightening into a faint outline—not a chiseled six-pack, but a lean, functional core that complemented his newfound allure.

Then came the dramatic shift. A rush of heat surged into his groin, and his manhood responded with an exaggerated, almost theatrical growth. His dick lengthened and thickened, pulsing as it swelled beyond any natural proportion, while his balls grew to match, heavy and prominent. The purple Speedo stretched taut over the massive bulge, the fabric straining to contain the over-the-top size, creating a bold, unmissable outline that dominated his lower half. The growth was so pronounced it shifted his stance slightly, hips adjusting to balance the weight, turning his once-modest presence into something undeniably striking.

Simultaneously, his backside began to change. His flat, bony glutes tightened, then ballooned outward with a rapid, sensual swell. The muscle fibers beneath hardened, but the growth didn’t stop there—his ass expanded into huge, round cheeks, firm yet plush, each one sculpted to perfection. The Speedo’s rear stretched to its limit, the fabric riding up between the massive globes, transforming the briefs into a thong-like fit that hugged the curves tightly, accentuating every inch of his new, eye-catching posterior. His hips widened slightly to support the exaggerated proportions, giving him a statuesque, almost hourglass silhouette.

His height crept upward, bones stretching with a soft crackle until he stood at a confident 6’1”. His legs lengthened and toned, thighs and calves gaining just enough lean muscle to match his refined physique, while his feet grew slightly broader to anchor his new stance. His posture shifted, shoulders squaring, chest lifting, as the shy slouch he’d carried for years melted away, replaced by a natural, commanding presence.

When the transformation ceased, Simon exhaled shakily, his hands roaming his new form in disbelief. He traced his chiseled jaw, ran fingers through his thick hair, then down to his toned chest, pausing at the absurdly exaggerated bulge and massive, rounded ass. The mirror reflected a man he didn’t recognize—handsome, magnetic, and dripping with allure. The purple Speedo, once loose and laughable, now clung to him like a second skin, highlighting every curve and contour of his transformed body. His green eyes locked onto his reflection, and for the first time, he didn’t look away—he stared, captivated by the Sex God he’d become, born from a single, daring choice in a dusty shop.

[unabashedtf]

Free To Play

James was bored. He lives a fairly incomplete life, with few hobbies. Usually he invests his time into his studies, reasoning that any hobbies would just end up being a distraction for him. He only just moved to university, however, so he has no projects or work to be doing just yet. He's finished organising his new class schedule into his laptop's various softwares to ensure he is well prepared for the year ahead, but after looking through the google classrooms he's been newly added to to find them empty, he was stuck for things to do.

Most students newly at uni go out and socialise, but James is much more of a hermit. Though he can already hear drunken hollers from outside his window he just looks down on those responsible for being in such a state in the middle of the day.

James decides to download Steam on his laptop. He almost never plays video games, not out of dislike but judgement, believing them to be a leading cause of unproductiveness. He's never bought a video game on Steam but occasionally, when he truly has nothing better to do, will browse the free to play section for a shovelware game he can waste a couple hours in and never play again.

Usually free to play games have mixed reviews at best, but James is surprised to discover a free to play game trending in Steam marketplace. It has overwhelmingly positive reviews, despite its basic name and branding. It's just called "Life Simulator Game", and there are no screenshots of its gameplay or graphics or anything. The game's store page description explains that this game is free to play because it's in early development, and they want to use the data gathered from players to guide their future development. Though James is instinctively skeptical of most things he comes across in life, that rationale checks out to him. Plus, the reviews are excellent, so he decides to download it.

It doesn't take long to download, and soon James starts the game for the first time. As it does its first time installation, the game has several pop-ups. The first explains that in order to access the game, James needs to download an app with the QR code that appears. It states this is so they can receive the data of James' gameplay, using cellular networks to ensure the game still works without an internet connection. This leads James to quickly check the game's reputation on Reddit, but everyone on there swears it's not only safe but an awesome game, so he downloads the app before returning to the game.

The first task in the game is to create the avatar. The game has three ways to do this: random, character creator, or rigged character creator. An explainer opens in the game: The character creator takes the form of a quiz; the player can end the quiz at any time, and the answers to the quiz will change the avatar's stats in positive or negative ways. The rigged character creator acts the same way, but the player can select some general traits or character archetypes they want the quiz to ask them about. This gives them a little more control over its outcome, but also usually leads to more specialist character builds, since the questions cover fewer topics.

James decides to just go for the standard character creator, aiming to build a well-rounded character, at least for his first playthrough. The character creator begins, and seemingly asks some basic, foundational questions to begin with, though its effects can be a little strange.

You're chilling on a Sunday and have the day off. Do you: A) go to the gym and work out, B) play video games, or C) read a book?

James answers "read a book" immediately, and the game flashes up with a number of stat changes. Some make obvious sense, like intelligence and focus increasing, but James is also surprised to see his body fat percentage decrease. He also gains a point towards the "nerd" archetype, which James supposes is why the fat percentage decreased. He's a nerd in real life, but for a game like this he doesn't actually want to just play as a nerd, so he will bear that in mind for some of his future answers. The already intelligent and slender James doesn't notice that his answer changes him in real life to fit the answer.

2. What kind of hairstyle do you have: A) Short with crew cut, B) Medium-length shaggy, C) Long and greasy?

James isn't sure what a crew cut means, but he does want has avatar to have short hair, like he does in real life, so he chooses A. James expects this to send him down the nerd route further, but the stat changes actually involve boosts to his masculinity, confidence, and follower mentality. The phone in his pocket vibrates at a precise, imperceptible frequency, sending signals to his brain to reflect these stat changes.

3. Do you currently have any facial hair: A) Yes, a beard B) Yes, a moustache, C) No?

James answers no, and the game's only effect is decreasing his avatar's body and facial hair in the game. The dusting of a treasure trail on James' torso vanishes beneath his shirt, unknown to him.

4. When you're having a conversation with friends, do you: A) Dominate and lead the conversation, B) Contribute and actively participate, or C) Observe and mostly listen?

James answers C, observe and mostly listen, since he is a more withdrawn person in real life. This boosts the follower mentality attribute for a second time, while increasing his empathy. These personality changes are again instilled in his brain, but since the boosts aren't used by this game at all, James remains unaware.

5. How do you feel about authority: A) I hate it, B) I respect authority for my own benefit, C) Learning from authority is valuable?

James considers the options. A might result in his character being some kind of punk, and B might make them selfish, so he decides to choose option C, which most reflects his real world view anyway. This decreases his free thought and rebelliousness while increasing his curiosity and, for a third time, follower mentality. The game has a pop-up:

Trait Earned: Follower Mentality. For the rest of the character creator, you will be able to see how many other players chose each option. Furthermore, the least popular option will be disabled.

It surprises James that he is excited about this. The James that began playing this game sneered at most people around him, believing himself superior to them. James' new brain, however, is keen to learn how others answered the questions, thinking it may help him get a good result. He doesn't notice that this is a change in his personality, forgetting how judgemental he used to be.

6. How often do you brush your teeth: A) After every meal (5%), B) Once a day at night (35%), or C) When I remember or feel like it (60%)?

In real life James does brush his teeth after every meal, hygiene being important to him. However, with that option disabled, he's fine going for option B for his character. The game gives a slight reduction in his hygiene, but increases his desire for routine. The change in James' hygiene doesn't really happen in real life yet, instead manifesting as an attitude change, where taking care of hygiene feels like more effort than it did to James before.

7. When you're given a task, do you: A) Rush it and get it out of the way (10%), B) Start and work on it at a steady pace (4%), or C) Procastinate on it and do it last minute (86%)?

Despite the changes so far, James still hates lazy people who procrastinate. While he would usually answer B, he answers A as the second best thing. The game increases his decisiveness and efficiency, but a few negative stat changes happen, such as reducing his responsibility, care, and he takes a slight hit to his usual grades. Internally, James can feel himself becoming rasher and a little lazier. While he's far from dumb right now, his priority shifts away from being as based around education as it usually is.

8. How often do you exercise: A) Daily (36%), B) A couple times a week (31%), C) Never (33%)?

James' mind thinks back to the answer to that first question. He got a nerd attribute point, and if he answers never to this question he'll definitely get another one. He thinks that'd suck, who wants to play a video game as a nerd? Being unable to answer B, he decides to select A to ensure his character isn't too much of a nerd.

Upon selecting this option, the game's appearance changes slightly. It gets a little more colourful and begins playing music, while having more animations to keep James' attention focused on the game. A pop-up appears:

Trait Earned: Gym Focus. You care more about the gym than reading or numbers, so for the rest of the character creator you won't get to see how your answers change your stats. Your questions will become catered to your gym focus.

9. At the gym, your favourite exercise is: A) Lifting (88%), B) Cardio like running (4%), C) Bodyweight exercises (8%)?

James doesn't really know what bodyweight exercises are, and everyone else chose lifting. Lifting's weights and stuff, he knows that, so why not? James chooses option A. His head is feeling a bit strange, a bit slower than normal, maybe he's coming down with a cold or something. His whole body feels kinda warm, actually, so he must be getting sick. Before he can think about it too much, the game quickly gives him the next question.

10. What's your favourite music: A) Rock (25%), B) Rap (53%), C) Country (22%)?

James is definitely feel weird now, and the weird thing is he's not even sure. He's struggling to remember what music he used to listen to. Most people chose rap though, so he chooses rap too.

The game presents a new popup:

Congratulations, you have finished the character creator! Now it's time to play the game, James. Live a full day in this life to finish tailoring your character. You can do pretty much whatever you want, but the game will occasionally give you choices, and your answers to these choices will have a particularly high impact on your stats.

James grins, finally the character creator's over. He scratches his pec, thinking about whether he should continue playing right now. He's got nothing else to do this evening though. He just moved to university, but he doesn't know anyone here yet and doesn't know what the best places to go out are. So he can continue playing for now.

James clicks start, eager to get to the proper gameplay. He hasn't noticed any change in real life at all, but is impressed at how well the game's avatar matches him already. It's got exactly the same build as he worked hard for. He's a straight B student, retaining some of his intelligence thanks to his nerd attribute point. The changes to his personality are extensive but subtle for now.

The game assigns a world catered towards his character, particularly the Follower Mentality and Gym Focus traits. The game includes a vast number of different worlds, and assigns one to each player at the end of the character creator based on what it thinks the player would enjoy, though this can also mean that players get railroaded towards a certain path of transformation. The world features a mix of other players and NPCs, though this isn't stated anywhere and James assumes everyone here is an NPC for now.

The game loads and James wakes up in his bed. The flat he lives in is pretty unfurbished, only having essential gameplay items. He quickly follows his new instincts for his morning routine. Thanks to his answer in the character creator, showering or brushing his teeth doesn't cross his mind, so he heads straight to the kitchen. There are a variety of food options here, but he instinctively makes some chicken and a protein shake.

While consuming breakfast, James checks the in-game phone. The game presents him with a number of opportunities, but the one that captures his attention is the "gym" opportunity. James browses the gyms included in the game world. The gym he chooses to attend will impact his stats and the types of people he meets, but he only has access to one of them:

Elite Gym (unavailable: James is not upper class)

Budget Gym (unavailable: James is too muscular to benefit from this gym)

As Rocks Gym (available)

As Rocks Gym? James wonders what that name could hint at, but not for very long since it's the only option for him anyway. Plus, he looks up the address and discovers it's on his street. He finishes his breakfast and heads there right away.

James walks in and heads to the reception desk to sign up for the gym. He's greeted by the first NPC he's interacting with in this game. The NPC talks pretty slowly and has a vacant face, but James figures that's probably a limitation of the programming, and all the NPCs will be like that. He finishes signing up for the gym and is given a membership card. The card has a large number on it, which is currently 118. James assumes this is his membership number or something.

He heads deeper into the gym to start lifting. He' spends a while inside, before eventually being's quickly approached by another character. At first James assumes this is a NPC, but he receives a message on his screen.

Klingime3: yo, u new? u luk new. wana tour?

James14214573923: Oh, this is online? You're another player?

Klingime3: yh bro im a player. dis gyms awsum, cmon

James14214573923: Uh ok, yeah.

James begins following this other player. His avatar isn't a muscle god or anything, but he's wearing damp gym clothes so James assumes he's just finished a workout anyway. There's no option to see his stats or anything, though James can see some traits. The list of traits Klingime3 has is pretty long, he must have played this game a lot, but some highlights James spots from a quick look are "Sweat Waterfall", "Dropout Dumb", "Horned Up", "Sheep Herder", and "Gym Dedicated". This gives him a decent idea of who he's dealing with here. Since James' avatar matches his own personality so well, he figures the same is probably true for Klingime3, and the spelling would seem to support that theory.

James briefly hovers over himself and sees that his own traits are displayed. He's still only got the two of them, "Gym Mentality" and "Follower Mentality". He realises that that's probably how this Klingime guy knew he was new, because he didn't have many traits yet. He doesn't realise that the Herd Mentality trait is an advert for other players to influence his stats, though.

James14214573923: So thanks for showing me around. This was the only gym I could go to, the others were locked.

Klingime3: dose other gyms suck fr dw, dis got da best shit. like ere. luk.

Klingime3 stops in front of a bar.

Klingime3: dis dude makes drinks for us, deyre rly gud. u got cash yet?

James14214573923: Uh nah, not yet, I think. Unless you start with some. I just booted up the game and came here. What's special about a drink?

Klingime3: deyre jus good. ill get u my faves. da rocks shake is rly gud, it boosts happy stat and stuf. n it boosts mussel gains from da liftin we boutta do. ill get u dat.

James receives an item in his inventory. Klingime3 has given him a "As Rocks Shake", seemingly the speciality item for this gym, though other shakes are available. Still not understanding the wordplay at hand here, James quickly chugs it. It tastes really good, and somehow consuming it in the game makes him feel happy in real life too. His phone in his real life pocket vibrates, not only to administer the effects of the shake, but also to provide a small jolt of happiness that will make him want to buy that kind of shake again.

The NPC at the drinks stand offers James free drinks today, and he quickly buys another "As Rocks Shake" while browsing the menu for more variety. He figures he can consume them from his inventory whenever his hydration decreases from the gym session. The NPC says the free drinks can count for their loyalty scheme, and asks for James' gym membership card. He gives it to the NPC, noticing the number on it now says 108 for some reason.

Klingime3: u like it yh? u got rocks shake agen dats cool. u shud get da water too. n da hazer.

James looks curiously at the items available in the bar, just "water" doesn't seem to be available. He realises Klingime must mean the "Water(fall) Can". No stat changes are displayed, but James vaguely remembers waterfall being in one of Klingime's traits. James can't remember what it was though, for some reason his memory seems a bit worse than normal. He also takes his advice and gets the hazer.

James and Klingime3 spend a few hours in the gym together. James takes Klingime3's guidance on the best ways to lift, while Klingime3 keeps encouraging James to restock on drinks frequently. It doesn't take James much convincing though, he's still trying to manage his needs and for some reason he's constantly thirsty. Since drinking the Water(fall) Can he's been sweating a lot, which is making his thirst pretty extreme, but James doesn't realise it's the effect of that can. He's trying to pay attention to the game, but there's a lot going on and it's becoming pretty hard to follow.

James14214573923: i'm gettin hungry, there good places to eat round here?

Klingime3: da gym got gud food. ill show u.

Klingime3 takes James to small stand in the gym. It has a very limited menu, but Klingime3 immediately orders for James anyway.

Klingime3: i got us horndogs w da rocks sorce n da brainfries. deyre rly gud, ull like.

James shows his gym membership card to receive the food, the number on it now saying 88 for some reason. Klingime3 definitely seems like an expert in this game, so James happily follows his lead. Especially as James' brain slows down thanks to his activities here today, he doesn't have the capacity to question Klingime3's decisions much anymore. He happily chats to his new friend while eating the food.

As they finish their meal, James realises his sleep meter is almost empty.

James14214573923: damn bro my i gota sleep. how u do dat?

Klingime3: o yh so wen u sleep u cant play agen til tmrw irl. i got bufs cos i play alot so i can stay up lon but if u g2g u g2g, ill go urs n show u how to sleep n den c u tmrw on ere?

James14214573923: bet bro yh ill play tmrw lesgo mine now for sleep tho

James and Klingime head back to his in-game flat and Klingime shows James how to sleep. The game saves quickly, and then boots James out to the main menu. The phone in his pocket vibrates, the game's app has sent him a notification. James pulls it out to read it.

"First Day Complete! Thanks for playing a full day James, we've saved your data. It really helps us out. See you tomorrow! - Life Simulator Game"

James grins vacantly as he reads the notification. His dulled brain generates some basic thoughts in response, such as how awesome the game was and how awesome the Klingime3 guy was. He'll definitely play again tomorrow.

His mind struggles to come up with activities for him to do for the rest of his day until he can play the game again. As he itches his damp crotch to aid his thought, the effects of the horndog Klingime3 ordered for him in the game kick in, and he downloads another app that's never been on his phone before: Grindr.

[unabashedtf]

Grok story: Beach God's - Simon’s Story (part 4)

Simon was the sort of person who faded into the background—painfully shy, with a quiet voice that rarely rose above a mumble. His looks didn’t help his confidence either: a plain face with a slightly crooked nose, thinning brown hair, and a lanky, unremarkable frame that seemed to apologize for taking up space. At 32, he worked a dull job at the local library, hiding behind stacks of books, avoiding eye contact with the world.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Simon overheard a group of townsfolk at the diner talking about the costume shop—how Milo had become a Beach God, Trent a Buffet Titan, and Harold a Wave Rider. Their voices buzzed with excitement, and Simon, though hesitant, felt a flicker of something unfamiliar: hope. What if he could change too? Not into some muscle-bound giant, but into someone who could hold his head high? Clutching his coat tighter, he slipped out into the night and made his way to the shop.

In the bustling little coastal town where tales of transformation had begun to spread like wildfire, there lived a man named Simon. Simon was the sort of person who faded into the background—painfully shy, with a quiet voice that rarely rose above a mumble. His looks didn’t help his confidence either: a plain face with a slightly crooked nose, thinning brown hair, and a lanky, unremarkable frame that seemed to apologize for taking up space. At 32, he worked a dull job at the local library, hiding behind stacks of books, avoiding eye contact with the world.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Simon overheard a group of townsfolk at the diner talking about the costume shop—how Milo had become a Beach God, Trent a Buffet Titan, and Harold a Wave Rider. Their voices buzzed with excitement, and Simon, though hesitant, felt a flicker of something unfamiliar: hope. What if he could change too? Not into some muscle-bound giant, but into someone who could hold his head high? Clutching his coat tighter, he slipped out into the night and made his way to the shop.

The costume shop was dimly lit, its shelves brimming with oddities. Simon’s nervous fingers brushed against capes and masks until he spotted a pair of oversized Speedo briefs hanging near the counter, this time in a deep, shimmering purple. They gleamed under the flickering light, far too large for his slight build, and a faded tag swung from the waistband: Sex God. Simon’s cheeks flushed at the name, but a strange pull urged him forward. Swallowing his nerves, he snatched the Speedo and darted into the dressing room, locking the door behind him.

Peeling off his drab clothes, Simon stepped into the purple briefs, the fabric pooling around his skinny legs. He barely had time to feel ridiculous before a sharp, electric jolt surged through him, starting at his core and radiating outward. His breath hitched, and his reflection in the cracked mirror blurred as the transformation took hold—not with the brute force of muscle or the softening of fat, but with a sleek, sensual reshaping.

His face was the first to change. His crooked nose straightened, sharpening into a refined, elegant line. His jawline tightened, chiseling into a strong, square frame that exuded confidence. His thinning hair thickened, darkening to a rich chestnut brown, falling in soft, tousled waves that framed his face perfectly. His eyes, once a dull hazel, brightened into a striking green, sparkling with a magnetic allure. His lips plumped slightly, curving into a natural, seductive smirk he’d never worn before.

His body followed, but not with the exaggerated bulk of Milo or Trent. His lanky frame filled out just enough—shoulders broadening slightly, chest firming into a smooth, toned expanse, and arms gaining a subtle, wiry strength. His skin smoothed and tanned, glowing with a warm, golden hue that made him look kissed by the sun. But the real drama came lower. A rush of heat flooded his groin, and his manhood surged forward, growing with an over-the-top exaggeration. His dick lengthened and thickened, balls swelling to match, filling the purple Speedo with a bulge so prominent it strained the fabric, a bold, almost comical display of virility that left no room for subtlety.

At the same time, his flat, unremarkable backside tightened, then ballooned outward. His glutes rounded and expanded, growing into huge, perfectly sculpted cheeks that pushed the Speedo’s rear to its limits. The fabric stretched tight, hugging the massive, firm curves, turning the briefs into a glorified thong that showcased every inch of his new, eye-catching posterior. His hips widened slightly to balance the growth, giving him a statuesque, hourglass-like silhouette.

His height ticked up to a confident 6’1”, his posture shifting from a slouch to a natural, commanding stance. When the transformation settled, Simon blinked at the mirror, hardly recognizing the man staring back. His hands roamed his face, tracing the handsome features, then down to his chest, his bulge, his ass—every part of him radiating a raw, undeniable appeal. The shy, plain Simon was gone, replaced by a vision of allure and charisma, the purple Speedo gleaming like a crown.

He stepped out of the shop, the night air cool against his transformed skin, and headed to the beach—drawn there by some instinct he couldn’t name. The moon hung high as he arrived, and heads turned instantly. Milo, Trent, and Harold, all lounging in their own transformed glory, paused to stare. “Another one?” Trent rumbled, stroking his beard. Milo grinned, flexing an arm. “What’s this guy’s deal?”

Simon glanced at the tag still dangling from his Speedo—Sex God—and felt a surge of confidence he’d never known. “Guess I’m the Sex God now,” he said, his voice smooth and rich, carrying over the waves. He struck a pose, hands on his hips, letting the exaggerated bulge and massive ass take center stage. Whispers rippled through the crowd, eyes lingering, and for the first time, Simon didn’t shrink away—he reveled in it.

From that night on, Simon embraced his new life as the Sex God. He strolled the beach with a swagger, charming anyone who crossed his path, his handsome face and over-the-top assets drawing admiration wherever he went. The shy librarian was a distant memory, replaced by a man who owned every room—or shoreline—he entered, purple Speedo and all, a living testament to the shop’s unpredictable magic.