25 ways to be more punk HIMBO in 2025
Cut fast fashion - buy used, learn to mend and/or make your own clothes, buy fewer clothes less often so you can save up for ethically made quality. Just wear less clothes to compensate!
Stranger Things

Origami Around
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

No title available
ojovivo

tannertan36
Cosmic Funnies
i don't do bad sauce passes
Claire Keane
h
One Nice Bug Per Day
noise dept.
No title available
styofa doing anything
No title available
DEAR READER
taylor price
Cosimo Galluzzi
Monterey Bay Aquarium
KIROKAZE

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Singapore

seen from Malaysia

seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia
seen from T1

seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from Spain
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
@denofjocks
25 ways to be more punk HIMBO in 2025
Cut fast fashion - buy used, learn to mend and/or make your own clothes, buy fewer clothes less often so you can save up for ethically made quality. Just wear less clothes to compensate!
Heatwave - Part 1
Josh didn't get on with sudden temperature spikes. He was the kind of guy that loved to curl up under approximately a thousand blankets in winter, so about as far as it could get from enjoying intense summer heat. He especially didn't get on with intense temperature spikes on the first week of a new job, with a broken car as the icing on the cake. Individually everything would have been fine, but all together it left Josh stressed and tired and very much in need of a rest by the end of the week.
When he finally stirred awake Saturday morning, Josh glanced at his phone to see the time was almost 9am. He'd already been teaching his first class by that time in the week, so it was always a refreshing break to be able to sleep in a little. It didn't completely help ease the stress of everything going on over the past week, but it was something. There was something else that grabbed his focus far more than the time though.
The large, black body suit on a hanger on the back of his bedroom door was his biggest focus. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since the package appeared on his doorstep out of nowhere, with only a note left with barely a clue as to who sent it.
For when you need it most. Trust me, you always do.
It had been from someone that knew him, and knew him well there was no doubt. But no one had ever discovered his secret love of all things body swapping and transformation; lurking on various forums and reading some of the hot stuff that got written was his favourite way to spend his free time. Yet still there wasn't anyone who could possibly know which stories he found his eyes unintentionally lingering on the most.
“For when you need it most…” Josh mumbled to himself as he sat up in bed and looked harder at the still impossible sight before him. “Well, now might be better than ever, and I've been putting it off for long enough.”
A few minutes later Josh was pulling himself out of bed. On the way over to his bedroom door where the suit hung he slipped out of the shorts he wore to bed, leaving them in the middle of the floor. He grabbed the hanger the thing was hung on once he got there, and marvelled yet again at the level of detail. It looked perfectly real, human skin with a slightly rubbery inside when he opened the back. He didn't even know these things were real outside of stories; it wasn't like he'd ever seen anything about their existence on the news or social media.
“How the hell is this supposed to fit?” Josh lifted it off the hangar and held it up, the full height of the suit coming about half a foot taller than him and around twice as wide with all muscle. “There's no way this is my size. It always works in the stories though, maybe I'll grow to fit or something.”
As Josh pulled the open back of the suit wider to step inside, his mind drifted back to the evening when the suit had first arrived. It’d been almost a week ago now, only a couple days before he started at his new job. Late one evening a knock at the door heralded the arrival of the box and thus the suit, though he’d been in the middle of some last minute online training so hadn’t had the time to stop and try it on. Now he finally was though he was glad he finally had the energy. It’d been swirling in the back of his mind all week, only the energy and the time to properly appreciate it had been stopping him.
Now though, as his feet slid down into the legs one by one, he could feel the excitement as it bubbled up from under the surface. He wasn’t going to ask questions about who or where, not now he could see and feel his feet, calves and soon thighs being replaced by thick black muscle thanks to the body suit. It was a dream come true and completely insane all at once as he worked it over his upper thighs, ass and average bulge. Each of them in turn was consumed by the suit and replaced with a bigger, blacker version. Two thick thighs capped off by massive globes of an ass; a cock almost double his usual size with fat, hairy balls to match alongside.
With the halfway mark reached, Josh paused a moment to properly take things in. The rest of the suit hung loose around his waist whilst he stared down at his legs. His huge, black legs. He could feel the air brushing against them, so there was no doubt they were real. All he had to do was wiggle his way into the rest of the suit and see how he felt from there.
From there he had to pull pretty much his entire torso into the suit through the opening in the back before he could get his arms in. The shoulders were loose over his just as the back was, but as soon as he got his arms in the right places that all started to change. With all of his upper body apart from his head inside the suit, it kicked into gear again and went to work. There was a weird nothingness for a moment, one he was used to now from moments earlier with his legs, but it soon faded away and left an exhilarating sensation in its place. Just as with his legs, there was a new powerful sensation all over his upper body; his arms felt enormous and were both easily the size of his head; his pecs heaved with each breath and would have blocked the view of his vision of anything downwards if his hard cock wasn’t so big. To top it all off he has shredded abs, broad shoulders and back that made him look at least twice as wide as usual, and only his head left to put on.
Josh didn’t waste any time with the last part. He couldn’t really see what he was doing for a moment, but it was easy enough to guide it into place over his face and push all the smaller sections into place over his features. Once he did there was a sucking sensation at the back and light came swimming back into view; the suit had sucked the last of the air out and sealed closed around him. The itch of a beard across his jaw was the most notable new feeling, but he could just about see the broader nose in the edge of his vision now.
“Damn, this is-” He paused and grabbed his throat at the sound of his voice, deep and smooth like a rich dark chocolate. It fit how he felt now in this skin, it was perfect. He was perfect. “Fucking incredible, holy balls this feels good!”
Josh flexed his massive arms and gave his pecs a good squeeze as he got used to the feeling of such a huge body. Whoever had given him this was a saint, as now he had it on he finally knew just how good it felt to be someone that wasn’t himself, and regretted a little that he’d put it off so long. He’d done it now though, and he had in part his new job and the heat to thank for the inspiration.
A dryness in his mouth snapped him out of his little self worship session. He’d been fine before the suit, but he knew this would happen. There had been a list of possible side effects, one of the many had included unexpected dehydration. That could be easily fixed though, so Josh grabbed the only pair of shorts he thought would fit him, slipped them on and headed out to the kitchen.
Once there Josh grabbed a large bottle of water from the fridge and took a long swig from it. Fresh and cold was just what he needed on a morning that was already getting warm, sweat already beading on his newly massive black pecs, but everything felt good. The water eased his sudden thirst, and the suit already had the effects of the heat easing off a little.
“Sweet Jesus this thing is crazy.” Josh sighed and wiped his mouth once he’d finished downing half the bottle of water, then set it down on the counter beside him. He looked back down at his body, still slightly shocked to see the massive wall of black muscle he’d long fantasised about, and grinned. “Kinda don’t want to take this off now I’ve got it on, man this feels good. I wonder if…”
Josh pushed off the counter and headed back to his bedroom. A plan in mind, Josh pulled open his wardrobe and grabbed the clothes hung furthest to the left; the ones he wore to work all the time. They didn’t look like they were anywhere close to fitting him now he was in this suit, but the urge to try them out anyway was huge. They were loose enough on his usual body, so there was the smallest of chances they might just fit him now.
He pulled the shorts off again and chucked them on the bed. The notion any of his current underwear would fit him was one not worth entertaining, not with what he was now packing between his legs. Instead he struggled to pull the smart trousers up his thick thighs and over his ass, fought to slide the crisp white shirt on around his beefy torso without tearing it in two. Every inch of fabric squeezed tight around his muscles, but just that sheer fact had Josh’s cock getting hard. Wearing his old clothes just went to show how much bigger this body suit made him.
“Yeah, fuck yeah okay, I could get used to this for damn sure.” Josh said as he admired himself in a nearby mirror. “Thick, dark, sexy as fuck, this thing is perfect. Now all I gotta do is figure out who sent it and how I can lock myself inside here…”
To be continued…
A Special Kind Of Roleplay
“Seriously? Did you really have to change me in this tiny ass bathtub?” Jake cried out towards the open door of the bathroom. He huffs and puffs as he attempts to sit up, water overflowing the tiny tub and crashing onto the tiled bathroom floors. After several attempts and loud expletives, Jake eventually gave up the thought of getting released from the small bathtub that was constricting his extremely bulky body. If you could believe it, just a few minutes prior, Jake was the polar opposite in terms of physique: just a small twink. After a long day at work, the man had been hoping to relax with a simple bubble bath; to let the Jacuzzi jets massage his sore body. Unfortunately for Jake, it seems like his boyfriend Alex had other plans.
When they first met, Jake was kept in the dark about Alex and his family’s surprising history. However, after months of dating and earning his boyfriend’s trust, Alex eventually divulged the details of the magically-inclined abilities that his bloodline had been blessed with. Of course, Jake laughed at Alex’s statement, not believing a single word as reality. Alex of course expected this, so to prove it, the broad and buff man quickly uttered some words until his breath. Before his eyes, Jake watched as Alex’s thick brown hair quickly lightened several shades and transformed into a highly styled cut. Upon seeing this, Jake immediately demanded that his boyfriend tell him everything. Sparing no details, Alex then spent hours detailing his family’s history and how he was a novice warlock still attempting to get his powers to reach their full potential.
Throughout the several years they had been together after this revelation, Alex’s prowess in terms of utilizing his magic exponentially grew. With these growing skills, Alex used his powers to have fun with his boyfriend. First, it started with simple things like teleportation spells to treat his boyfriend with lavish trips across the world in a matter of seconds. But then, his focus turned outwards as he sought to use his powers to help the world. As a result, Alex became a pseudo-vigilante, looking to punish anyone who attempted to cause a ruckus in the world.
With Jake by his side, they had a blast punishing sexist men by turning them into their idealized stereotype women, or turning petty thieves into stray animals that soon littered the back alleys and sidewalks of their bustling town. Sure, they couldn’t conjure up a cure to any deadly diseases or achieve world peace, but their plans of helping fix the world by punishing one asshole at a time seemed to the couple as a perfectly valid use of Alex’s powers.
However, as the cycle of doing the same magical changes began to repeat itself every week, Alex soon began to grow bored of these acts and longed for more. The warlock then decided to focus his magic abilities elsewhere, specifically to help progress his long-term relationship. After moving in together, the couple soon began to be less and less sexual as work, part-time vigilantism, and various other commitments began to take up their time. By the time the two of them fell back into their Queen-sized bed, the couple were too physically drained to do anything other than a few soft kisses. It was at this realization that Alex began to converse with his family’s centuries-old spellbook to find just the thing to spice up their relationship…
This brings us back to Jake, where the thin man had exploded in both body hair and beefy muscle in the span of a few minutes. Of course, this added bulk was completely unplanned, which led to the mix of bubbles and water to rise over the tub and cascade onto the tiled floor below. “What the fuck!” the man cried out, gasping as he heard a thundering voice billow out of his mouth. Looking down, Jake could only watch as hairy beefy pectorals pushed forth from his chest with no discomfort. The changes continued, with his entire body bulking up and his stomach gaining a modest but impressive gut that just further showcased the bulky beefy man he was becoming. Rubbing his face, he felt a voluminous bushy beard push forth from his chin and cover up his wider, much more masculine face. Unknown to Jake, but his body was also slightly aging as well, his age going from a solid 23 to an impressive 29.
As he stared down at the hairy sea of chest hair he now possessed, he looked down at the simple locket that was firmly nestled between his wide pectorals. Before his eyes, the locket itself evolved and split into various different pieces of chain. This chain then began to undergo mitosis as it somehow split into multiple necklaces. He could only watch in disbelief as the number of necklaces multiplied, with each additional necklace growing bulkier. Looking at the sight below him, Jake was in awe at the pure vision of unbridled masculinity. His body was nothing like this, with every inch of his body seemingly changed. As the head of his dick bobbed above the water, Jake moved his meatier hands towards his crotch and grasped onto the thicker and longer cock that he now possessed. He was fairly well-endowed prior to the change, but as a bottom, Jake never really had much use for his dick. However, with a body like this, it seemed likely that Jake may be switching positions with Alex.
Despite his appreciation for his new form, he was still quite annoyed at the fact that his boyfriend had clearly changed him as a surprise. “Alex, get in here!” Jake called out, his eyes narrowing as his gaze directed to the door frame. Hearing the sound of footsteps shuffling towards him, Jake prepared himself to scold his hunky boyfriend. However, as a man came into the bathroom completely naked, it was clear that the normal appearance of his boyfriend had been replaced by someone completely different.
As the man put his hand up and scratched the back of his head, he began to speak with a lighter voice that was a far cry from Alex’s previously husky voice. “Hey babe, did you enjoy your change?” Upon looking at Jake and seeing his own handiwork, Alex smiled and chuckled at the sight of the beefy bearded man still wedged into the tub.
“Regardless of if I do or not, I don’t appreciate you springing this on me without letting me know… The floor is soaked!” Jake said, every syllable falling out of his mouth showing a level of annoyance due to his deeper voice.
“Ah, so you do like it huh?” Alex said, moving closer to the tub and crouching down. “I’m sorry I sprung it on you, I just thought it would be a hot surprise. I honestly forgot how tiny this tub is…” his voice trailing off as he turned his head towards the standing water covering the bathroom floor.
“I guess I may like it, it’s a good surprise I suppose. It’s just the first time you’ve ever changed me, so I’m still trying to get acclimated to everything…” Jake said, reaching a hand out to his boyfriend. Alex came up and grabbed onto his hand, pulling to help unwedge his now-beefy partner. If he would have been in his original body, Alex would have been able to lift him with ease. But due to the smaller lithe frame he now possessed, the man had to struggle several times before he was able to eventually lift Jake up and out of the tub. Now with both of them standing up, Jake notices how he now towers over his boyfriend, with his hunky frame skyrocketing past 6’ while Alex has shrunk to a modest 5’5”.
Upon seeing this difference, Jake looked to Alex and asked “Why did you change though? Why would you ever sacrifice all of those muscles to be a thin twink like I used to be?”
Turning to Jake, Alex began to respond. “Well, I thought maybe I could sweeten up the deal and offer you an opportunity. I saw that guy on the bus home from work one day and thought it would be hot to turn you into him. Given that you’re so big now, I thought we could incorporate it into the bedroom, hence the twink you see before you…” Alex said, smiling as he turns and shows off his perky bubble butt to the hulking man.
“Hmm, I could get behind this…” Jake chuckled, feeling his cock quickly stiffen up at the sight of his twinkified boyfriend.
Alex took note of this, quickly dropping onto his knees and placing Jake’s throbbing dick into his mouth. Now feeling dominant due to his new body, Jake’s hands quickly begin to wrap around the back of Alex’s head and lead his boyfriend in how to give him the perfect blow job. However, by the time Jake shoots his load into Alex’s mouth, the bearded man finds that he isn’t quite sexually satisfied yet. With a huff, he easily lifts up his boyfriend and pulls him into the bedroom, feeling the hairless body of his twink boyfriend against him. As they both fall into their bed, they begin to wonder about all of the possibilities that await them. While Alex let Jake lead the way and begin to screw his tight bubble butt, he scolded himself for waiting so long to try and fix their dry sex life. With an impressive warlock like Alex and the couple’s creative imagination, both men were sure that this wouldn’t be the last time they had an immersive roleplay session.
Like what you read? Please consider signing up for my Patreon to read more stories and support my work.
SOMETHING SCARY PART 2
It had been two weeks since I’d given Grant the body suit and “costume” that changed him into the new, more strict Gary. Now, he liked to smoke cigars and was more a southern redneck with a thick mustache and deep voice, but nobody in the office seemed to notice the change. It was like it had always been this way and, even though Gary was more strict than Grant, he was also really good at taking care of me and then there was the fucking. Jesus, Gary knew how to use that huge new cock of his and when the shop owner told me the it was a SPECIAL costume shop, I never knew EXACTLY what they meant until Grant changed. He was my Daddy now, and he knew how to take care of me. I honestly never expected to love my job so much and didn’t feel like it could get any better … until Gary asked me to come in on a Saturday.
I stood in front of the mirror in the employee bathroom and made sure I was perfect for him. He loved my hair slicked back and I was wearing the blue tie he’d given me last week. I loved taking care of myself for Daddy. I knew he’d appreciate it and when daddy was happy, he made me even happier.
I passed my desk and noticed his door ajar and stepped up to it and lightly tapped on it.
“Come on in, baby,” he said, his deep southern draw always catching me off guard. It was a total turn on, and I entered to find him standing there with a smile. He wore his now signature red suspenders and the cigar that seemed to be a part of his daily uniform now. He stepped closer, looking me up and down as he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a long, deep kiss. “Glad you could come on in today.” He smiled and gave me another peck and I felt my ass tense up in anticipation.
“Anytime, Daddy.” He smiled when I said it, and closed the door behind me.
“Because I wanted to try a little somethin’. I went looking and found that costume shop and, well, I went and did a little shopping.” I turned to find him standing in front of a clothes rack and there were about a dozen different costumes hanging on it. Slowly, he glanced through them, and I was suddenly BEYOND uncomfortable.
“You got more costumes? But, I thought you liked the one I picked out for you,” I said, not wanting him to change because if there was the slightest chance of Grant coming back I didn’t want to take it.
“Oh, they ain’t for me, Baby.” He glanced back at me with a grin. “I picked ‘em up for you. Figured we could have a little fun and try somethin’ new on for size.”
“But, I–”
“Now, come on Baby. Don’t you trust your Daddy?” He pulled out one of the costumes and took it in. All I saw was a tan body suit and nothing more. It was hard to tell WHAT it was. “Just give this one a try. I promise you’re gonna like how it feels.”
He stepped up to me and ran his hands around my waist and maneuvered my sport coat off my thin frame. He then started to untie my tie as he kissed me deeply. He then removed my shirt, sliding his hands down my boxers and massaging my small twink dick.
“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned.
“That’s right,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t you want to feel what it’s like? I picked somethin’ special for you.”
He pulled out the body suit again and opened up the back of it. He moved his hands down my thighs and looked up at me with a smile. I didn’t want to do it, but how could I say no. Part of me was terrified, but there was a part of me that wanted to know what it felt like and even more curious what Daddy had picked out for me. So, I started to slide my legs into the bodysuit.
I felt my feet slide into the suit’s feet, Daddy pulling the legs up over my own. It was a strange sensation, the legs of the suit more muscular and much more hairy than my own. Then, Daddy moved around me, pulled the suit up higher and delicately massaged my cock and balls as he slid them into the suit’s. I was already hard, but as I slid into the suit’s cock, I felt suddenly larger and glanced down to see that I was MUCH MORE endowed now, a surge of testosterone pulsing through my body. No longer did I have a tiny, shaved dick. It was now thick and covered in a mass of salt and pepper hair. Salt and pepper? What the hell?
“What’s happening?” I asked, feeling the weight of my new balls as Daddy slid a thick cock ring over them, weighting them down even more.
“It only gets better, Baby.” He massaged my new horse dick and my entire body shivered. “I promise.”
And I suddenly wanted more. I pushed my arms into the arms of the suit as Daddy pulled the chest over my small frame. For a moment the weight was shocking, and I found it hard to breathe as the suit sealed up over my back. Then, as I looked down at my body, I realized I was a good six inches taller than Daddy now with a huge horse cock and balls, massive hairy pecs and thick, muscular arms complete with tattoos.
“And don’t forget these,” Daddy said, massaging my thick nipples as he pushed two rings through them. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. THIS WAS my body now and every sensation was beyond anything imaginable. “And these,” Daddy said. He cupped my massive dick and balls in his hand as he pulled a black leather jock strap over them, buckling it in the back before he pulled on a black harness, the tight straps pulling taught over my muscular, furry torso. He finished it off with a pair of black leather gloves before teasing my pierced nipples again, my entire body shivering. They were like lightning rods.
“Oh, Daddy.” My voice was still high pitched and it didn’t match. He noticed how strange I felt and then pulled out the mask.
“Now, the best part.” He smiled at me, lifting the mask over my head as everything went dark for a moment. I felt the skin wrap around my head, tighter and tighter until it felt like it was suffocating me. There was a moment when I couldn’t breathe and I started to panic, but then my mouth merged with the mask’s and I opened my eyes.
It was like seeing the world for the first time, my mind aching for a moment as piece of myself started to fade away, replaced by … replaced by … my name was Jake. I flexed my arms and stretched, a sudden craving for a cigar moving through me as Gary slid one into my mouth.
“Good boy,” I said. My voice was rich and deep as I looked down at Gary. He was grinning ear to ear, but why wouldn’t he?
“You want to see?” Gary said, licking his lips as I nodded. He turned me to a full length mirror and I saw myself for the first time, but it was what I expected.
I was a thick bear, reaching up and touching my bald head with gloved hands. I smoothed out my thick grey beard and then toyed with one of my piercings, another jolt pulsing through me as my dick tensed against the leather jock.
“You like what you see, boy?” I glared at Gary as I took a long drag off my cigar.
“Yes, Daddy,” he said.
“Then bend over that fucking desk. It’s about time I break in this new cock on that boy ass of yours.”
My boy did as he was told and the last piece of who I was before slipped away. Hell, I’d never been some tiny twink asshole. I was an alpha Daddy with a bull cock that need to be emptied in my boy’s ass. I was going to give him the fuck of a lifetime and when he begged me to stop, I’d drill him even harder.
“Fuck yeah,” I whispered, plunging my cock into Gary’s hairy asshole as I glanced over at the rows of costumes. Now that I was the Daddy, we might have to make a few changes around this fucking place.
(NSFW version available on www.mastergreyswaps.com)
Took a shower!
-Shut your mouth Jackson I just got back from the gym, were you expecting me to smell like roses? Meet and smell If you had ever stood in a gym in your real body... Anyway, make sure you take a shower before returning it to me- The smile on the handsome face that was now hers was a little creepy, her hands exploring her slim, alluring abdomen that had earned me several nights with Emma the hottest girl in all of the high school meanwhile.
without any embarrassment, he took out his long cock and began to explore his hairy balls with his fingers -Hey! Would you mind if I make some cuts? I'll have some action later and I met a guy who really likes shaved balls- Jackson acted as if his hands were a pair of scissors cutting through the air while showing off his perfect white teeth he seemed much more comfortable on my body than in his and I don't blame him, his body is horrible!
We're lifelong friends, and our moms are best friends so we used to spend all our time together, of course, all that ended when we got into high school I got into the football team at school and started going to the gym while he spent his afternoons watching anime, playing video games, and eating Doritos.
I felt bad for ignoring him at school and making fun of him with my new popular friends for his pimply face and his huge belly that stuck out in that flashy t-shirt with the picture of some girl from one of his animes, but the most uncomfortable thing was how in love he was with my new friends, he was like a fat leech trying to sleep with my friends, I never get it… at least not on his body.
It didn't bother me that Jackson used my body to get some action while I took advantage of my time alone to copy Jackson's homework, eat junk food, and rest from training but I should stop offering my ass to be fucked, It's very uncomfortable having to playing the state championship one day after I got my ass busted the night before at a gay orgy.
Hey! You can support me to continue creating stories, see similar stories on my patreon, you can also join my discord if you are interested in role-playing about bodyswap, possession and transformation, m2m!
Become a patron of Mr2 swap today: Get access to exclusive content and experiences on the world’s largest membership platform for artists an
Father Son Bonding
Two horny best friends have the means to possess anybody they want, and they have their eyes set on the school's star wrestler and his dad.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
“You sure about this?” Colin asked, peering over the hedge, his clammy hands glistening as he looked through the window.
“Yeah man, I’ve been keeping an eye on them all week,” I told him, my eyes focused on Peter, who unbeknownst to him had two incredibly horny men sitting outside his house.
“No, I mean like, is this cool?” Colin pressed. “Feels kind of weird taking over a dad and his son.” I shrugged, too enamored by the glistening of Peter’s skin as he slumped into his room from practice. I had been obsessed with him since he transferred to our school a few months ago. Halfway through our senior year and he already was one of the most popular guys, star athlete on the wrestling team, and the biggest eye candy in the school.
“It’s fine,” I reassured Colin, forcing myself to break my gaze from Peter to look at him. In his eyes I could see the pool of his emotions. Anxiousness, uncertainty, and deep down I knew he was just as excited at the prospect as I was.
“I don’t know…” he said, trailing off as he looked back at the house. I could see from the first floor that Peter’s dad must have gotten home. Colin always had a thing for dads. Chalk it up to unresolved father issues or maybe he just liked greying hair. Either way, his inclination towards them was enough fuel it the fire to agree to come along with me.
“What if we get caught?” He asked. “I mean, those other guys were just people we didn’t know. Peter goes to school with us. If he finds out we did this, we’re fucking toast.” Peter had taken off his t shirt, revealing the upper half his singlet. Fuck… did he just wear that home after practice? I could feel myself hardening just thinking of that slick Lycra hugging his toned body.
“They’ll have no idea,” I told him. “Remember with those other guys? They didn’t remember a thing, it’ll be the same case here. We just need to be quick and take them over, then we’re done, they’ll wake up and think they just took a nap or something.”
“Yeah, I know, I know,” he said, not sounding any more sure of himself. Peter’s dad was leaning over the kitchen island, still in his work clothes. I could see the appeal Colin found in a guy like him. His navy pants hugged his round ass and even the gut he had was held firmly by the button down shirt. Peter was an absolute dream for me, but it looks like the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
“You know, when I’m in his dad, I’m going to make you my little bitch,” I teased him. Colin sunk further into the hedge. I could see him adjust himself and take a long inhale.
“Asshole,” he muttered. Chuckling, I gave him a playful slap on the back. Peter’s dad seemed finished reading whatever was on his phone and walked out.
“Come on, we’re wasting time,” I told him, going around the bush and sneaking up to the house itself. It took a few seconds, but soon I heard Colin’s feet as they quickly followed suit.
The house had a back door, which Peter used to get inside after school every day. Right next to it was a rose bush, which hid a small rock I had seen Peter dig for one day when it appeared he forgot his house key. It didn’t take me long to find the rock and flip it over to find the small compartment where the spare key hid. From behind me I could hear incredibly heavy breathing.
“Colin,” I hissed, cocking my head behind me. “Can you just not breathe until we’re not at risk of being found?” Instantly the noise ceased. I unlocked the door and slowly opened it, thankful there wasn’t a single creak made. We stepped inside, looking around to make sure nobody else was present. This opened up to the kitchen, where luckily Peter’s dad had not returned. I could hear a television playing in the other room, which I followed to find what must be his dad’s bedroom.Covered just barely by the sound of the television, I could make out snoring. Perfect.
I crept into the room and found Peter’s dad laid back asleep, still in his suit from work. He must have had a long day. Colin made a small inhale to which I glared back at him. He slumped back and out of the way as I fished the vial from my back pocket.
Colin and I had always been horny sons of bitches. We used to play together but soon found out that we both had an affinity for being somebody else. After a series of kinky confessions, we both became intrigued by the idea of body possession. It took months of work and trying what felt like hundreds of bogus concoctions, but eventually we found what one would call a potion that did the trip. One drink from the vial we prepared and our bodies would enter a transfer like state. We could hope into any other person we wanted and take their bodies over for a couple of hours. Once the potion wore off, we were kicked out and our host would wake up a few hours later none the wiser.
After slowly undressing myself, I stood naked and I uncorked the vial. I took it quickly, trying to avoid the vile taste. It crept in the back of my throat as I felt it do its work. My body felt tingly and my skin began to glisten. See this wasn’t a possession as one would assume where you just hope in the body. Instead, it made it plausible for us to slither into our host like they were a human skin suit. Colin had crept behind Peter’s dad as I stood before him, the potion almost in full affect. Once I felt the potion course through me and my body was practically dripping, I looked to Colin and nodded.
Any reservation he had was quickly done away as he covered Peter’s dad’s mouth with one hand and straddled on top of him. The man’s eyes instantly shot open to find some horny eighteen year old sitting on top of him. Muffled screams start to press against Colin’s hand, but it didn’t take long for me to run up next to him and dive head first. Colin moved his hand out of the way just in time, as only a brief second did the scream ring out before I was stuffing his mouth full.
I was no expert at the possession process by any means, but had a few of them under my belt as I sank further down his throat. I couldn’t see anything, but felt my way around as I felt the space become roomier. I must have reached his gut. Any attempt at him trying to fight us off was held back by Colin holding his arms and legs down.
I felt my legs reach his mouth and tucked them, slurping me feet past his teeth and cradling myself inside of Mr. Montgomery’s stomach. I could feel my enclosure trying to thrash around, but its was too late. I was already full inside and feeling my arms around to his. Finding the openings, I slithered into them, locking my fingers into place like they were putting on a pair of gloves. While I could see anything still, I could feel the new calloused fingers and the pressure of Colin’s hands on my wrists. I patted him on the arm as a signal to move to the legs. The pressure was released and I started stepping my legs down into his.
Next was my favorite part. Position my rock hard cock into Mr. Montgomery’s, I slide into his own like it was a sheath. As soon as my tip was inside of his, I felt the constriction of his dress pants and used his arms to adjust myself. Finally, I rose my head up and felt my lips meet the back of his and my scalp reach the top. I laid completely still, resting after the struggle.
“Derek?” I heard Colin say through my new ears. I opened my eyes and rose from the bed, getting adjust to my new weight. I exhaled and rubbed a hand across my chest, feeling the stretched fabric. Fuuuuck. Maybe Colin had the right idea with Peter’s dad. The man hid some serious muscle behind these clothes, and I have to admit, feeling the stretch of the fabric across my cock was so erotic. Colin stood a few feet away, right by the door, ready to run.
“Boy,” I said, my voice a new baritone which I was not used to. I rested my palm against my knee and leaned forward. Colin seemed like he was about to jump either on me or away from me. I hooked my index finger up and motion him towards me. Standing only a few inches away, his breathing was incredibly heavy and his fingers were twitching. Standing up, I was a clear foot taller than him. He looked up at me as I brought a hand behind his head and cradled it. Leaning down, I stuck a tongue into his mouth and wrapped it around his own. He tried to fight back, but my tongue wrested with his and beat it into submission. Pulling away, he gasped, a small trail of saliva connection our lips.
“Now,” I told him. “Time for you to get dressed.” He nodded and stepped out of the way as I walked past him, giving his ass a slap. He whimpered and followed behind me. Peter was down the hall, behind a door three down I could hear some music playing. My heart began to beat faster as I got closer and closer to it. Once I was standing just outside the door, I looked back to Colin who had his back pressed against the wall.
“Keep an eye out, once I grab him, you run in and jump,” I told him. He nodded and took a deep breath, terrified. I took a step towards him and planted another kiss.
“You’ll do great,” I assured him, taking a tug at the cock pitching a serious tent in his pants. Getting back to the door, I tugged on the edges of my blazer and exhaled, ready to act the part. I rapped my knuckles on the door.
“What’s up?” I heard Peter call out.
“It’s me,” I told him. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah one second,” he said. I could hear him moving around behind the door. After a few seconds, the door opened and there stood Peter, shirtless. He had changed into some sweatpants, but before me was two toned pecs and six abdominals. I couldn’t help myself but exhale and swallow some saliva as I grew exponentially hungrier.
“Dad?” He asked, tilting his head. I cleared my throat and forced myself from immediately grabbing him.
“Sorry,” I said. “Just long day at work and mind went blank. How was school?” I asked him. One of his eyebrows perked up in confusion.
“Fine…?” He said. “What’s going on, you never ask me about school.” I stepped forward and pushed the door open wider. Peter stepped back and couldn’t do anything about me stepping into his room.
“Just thought I’d see how you were doing,” I said. “That such a bad thing?”
“I guess not,” he said, crossing his arms. His back was to the door now and through it I could see Colin, naked and glistening. He was gearing, ready to jump. I smiled at Peter, who was growing all the more suspicious of his dear old dad.
“Look son,” I said, putting an arm on his shoulder. He flinched slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the entire interaction. “I know I haven’t been as attentive as I should be but… you know what? Fuck it, I’m not good at this pretending stuff.” Peter look absolutely flabbergasted, but I took the opportunity, to wrap my new muscular arm around his chest, another hand to cover his eyes and spin him back towards the door.
“What the fuck dad?!” He yelled. But in doing so, gave Colin the perfect opportunity to run straight at his mouth.
He jumped in like an olympic diver, his hands disappearing through Peter’s mouth, stifling his yelling. The force was enough to knock myself and Peter on our backs. I lost my grip momentarily, giving Peter the chance to grab at Colin’s shoulders. He pulled him away from him and I could see Colin slipping out.
“Oh no you don’t,” I told him, wrapping my thighs around his legs and arms around his. Colin was shimming in further, now unburdened by Peter’s resistance.
It was so fucking erotic seeing Colin slip further and further into Peter, his small twink frame sliding further and further down, causing Peter to bulge out from the neck, then chest and finally stomach. The further he got, the less Peter fought back as he began to submit. I loosened my grip on Peter and stood up, catching a glimpse as Colin’s feet slurped their way down. Peter was thrashing on the ground, his stomach expanded as Colin worked his way inside.
Through his skin, I could see Colin’s feet as they pushed down Peter’s abs down his legs, like they were a new pair of pants. Hungrily, I ripped the sweat pants off of Peter and watched as Colin’s feet began to position themselves into place. Peter’s dick laid softly on his thigh, but even so it was an absolute marvel. I had only imagined what it must look like, but here I could see it was a monster. He wiggled his toes, completing the assimilation. Going up, I could see Colin working his cock into Peter’s.
I could feel the saliva building as Colin’s more modest cock took into Peter’s wearing it like a sleeve. It stretched itself out until it was at full mast, easily a good seven inches. As I watched Colin’s arms slide into Peter’s, I brought my tongue and lapped it around Peter’s cock. It was twitching like mad and throbbing at every point of contact I made. Looking up, Peter’s head thrashed back, and I could see Colin’s pushing past Peter’s neck. Once the lump had reached it’s peak, Peter let out a huge gasp and slumped. He was still for a moment, before shooting his eyes open and sitting up immediately.
Looking down, he examined his hands and flexed them. A giant smile spread across his face as he touched it. Chuckling, he looked at me and bit his lip.
“How are you feeling son?” I asked him, feeling a growl build in my chest.
“I feel fucking amazing,” Colin said through Peter’s voice. I chuckled and crept closer to him. We were nose to nose with one another. I was just about to kiss him when he stuck his tongue out and traced it over my bottom lip. Fuck… when Colin was somebody else, he took on this newfound confidence he never displayed anywhere else. He brought his lips up to mine, our tongues fought one another. But soon I was pushing mine deeper and deeper into him. I grabbed his arms and pulled him up, our lips still locked. Once we were both standing, I pulled away and growled, knowing it would drive him wild.
“Okay,” I told him. “Now that we got the bodies, let’s play the parts.” He flashed his gleaming white teeth and stepped past me.
“Yes sir,” he said. I walked past him and out the room. The biggest reason Colin even agreed to this was because he was so intrigued by the idea of the role play we could do here. Me as Mr. Montgomery and him as Peter. I was so turned on at the idea of having Peter as my son and having my way with him that I almost skipped out the door. With my hand on the doorknob and a quick glance back, I could see Col- Peter, looking over his shoulder and grinning at me. He waved a hand at me, motioning for me to leave. I closed the door behind me and waited a moment. Behind the door, I could hear Peter rummaging around, finding his costume. I was so impatient I was about to break the whole immersion and bust in there, ready to force him onto the bed. I took the time to fix my suit in the hallway mirror. Mr. Montgomery was a fucking dilf, not going to lie. He had a powerful stance, goatee and piercing eyes that would make any bitch of his grovel in submission.
“Ready!” Peter called out behind the door. I could feel my heart racing, my ultimate fantasy only a few feet away. I adjusted my tie, pressing the fabric firmly against my throat and adjust my cock which somehow hadn’t broken free after all of this work. I turned back to Peter’s door and knocked.
“What’s up?” Peter asked, sounding exactly as he did moments ago. I opened the door and found Peter in just his wrestling singlet. The bright green lycra hugged his body perfectly and was showing wet patches under his pits and around his crotch.
“Oh, sorry dad, I was just changing,” Peter said, smirking and rubbing his bulge. I bit the inside of my cheek and stepped into the room.
“No, you’re fine son. Sorry, I should have waited,” I told him, adjusting my belt. “How was practice?” He shrugged and sauntered over, releasing the grip from his cock. Still, it stayed in place at full mast and pressed against his stomach from the fabric.
“Real good. Pinned every one of them down. Though coach got a little mad at me. I kept pushing my crotch near their faces and pushed some boundaries.”
“Now son, you know that’s not appropriate,” I scolded him, keeping both wants gripped onto my belt. He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah I know. But it was all circumstantial. It was the only way I could get my nose close enough to their balls and inhale their musk.” God fucking damn it Peter…
“You know boy, that’s not something you should really tell your father.” He looked somewhat apprehensive, playing into the character.
“Maybe not, but I just feel so comfortable around you, I thought I could… open up.” He stepped even closer, I could see the sweat stains even more closely now. He must have worked his ass off at practice because the lycra was practically drenched.
“Well it’s true you can tell me about anything,” I told him, unlinking my hands from my belt. I resisted the urge to touch him just for now, wanting to savor the moment.
“Is it true I can show you anything too?” He asked, biting his lip. I brought one hand out and cradled his lower back, feeling the moist texture of the spandex across it.
“I’m a pretty open man son,” I told him. He smiled and sank to his knees, my hand traveled from his back, up his spine and finally behind his head. I rubbed my new dad fingers through his messy blond hair as he looked up at me.
“How about you show me what you did to those boys so I know how bad I need to punish you?” I asked him.
“Yes sir,” he said. He brought a hand up and cradled my balls, before bringing his nose up to my ripe cock. He inhaled deeply, taking in his father’s musk. He wrapped his lips around the impression of my dick, kissing and worshipping at it. I felt a deep moan rumble out of my chest, almost vibrating the both of us with its bass. I pulled at his hair, he looked up at me with his pitiful eyes, practically drooling before me.
“Now,” I told him. “I want you to show me what you wanted to do to those boys.” I pushed his head into my crotch, forcing him to inhale only me. When I pulled him back again, he unzipped my pants and found the pair of white briefs that were desperately holding my cock back. He slipped a finger into the underwear’s opening and freed it.
I just now came to find out my cock was like a fucking bull’s. An absolutely thick piece of meat, even I was intimidated for a quick moment. Peter couldn’t hold back any more. I know he wanted to take his time, but it was only a brief second before he wrapped his lips around my shaft and slid his way down. The rumbling in my chest broke out and I moaned load enough to shake the house’s foundation.
“FUCK BOY!” I yelled, throwing my head back. I brought my hands up to my chest and twisted at my nipples. It was like every erotic sensation this body was capable of broke out and sent a wave of shivers down my spine. I could feel my knees buckle for a moment as Peter worked his way up and down my shaft. I twisted harder, feeling my cock already about to explode and send my seed down his throat. I had to let go of my chest before I spent myself too early. I stuck my hand behind Peter’s head again and forced him down to my balls. He choked for a second, his nose pressed against my belt. I let him go without air for a few second and pulled him back.
He coughed and pressed his hands to the floor, catching his breath. When he looked back at me I could see tears welling in his eyes, but they were hungry for more.
“Get the fuck up,” I commanded. He obliged and stood before me. I grabbed at his cock through the fabric and growled in his ear.
“Whose is this?”I asked him, my lips brushing against his earlobe.
“Y-yours,” he stammered.
“Yours, what?” I asked.
“Yours… sir,” he said.
“Good,” I growled again, before sticking a tongue into his ear canal. He moaned softly, his knees trembling for a moment before I pulled away. I snapped a finger and pointed at the bed. He walked over and got on his hands and knees, facing away from me. There was a trail of sweat across his ass crack, which made me press my cock against it and slide across the ridge. Peter was whimpering in anticipation. I pinched at the fabric and pulled. There was resistance at first, but with my newfound strength, I was about to make a small appear. It looks like my aim was spot on because it aligned perfectly with his. Peering in, I could see Peter’s hole, twitching in anticipation through the peep hole I had made.
Sticking my index finger in my mouth, I lathered it up and pushed it through the fabric. I made contact with Peter’s ass, making him shiver. Tracing the finger around his hole, I applied pressure and slowly pushed myself in. Peter moaned to himself before reaching to the end of the bed to grab a pillow. He bit into it as slowly, I pushed the finger to the first knuckle inside of him. He was so fucking tight, clearly never done this before.
I managed to push my entire finger into his hole, pressing the knuckles against his cheeks. Peter’s cries were forced into the pillow as he pushed his ass closer to me. I felt for his prostate and found it easily enough. Rubbing it with the tip of my finger, I saw as he brought his hand to his pulsing cock and rubbed his palm across his shaft. Taking care to not hurt my boy, I pulled out and looked down to see a stream of precut dripping from my cock. I gathered up a sample and took a taste. Kneeling down, I stuck my two index fingers into the hole I had made and pulled them apart. The lycra gave away and the hole spread further and further. I took my time with it, revealing that Peter did in fact have a nice hair ass I could have only hoped for before this moment. Ecstasy took over and I found my large hands gripping at the edges and ripping them apart.
Peter’s cock was finally freed and flopped against the bedspread. I saw it too had begun to leak a fair amount and was staining the sheets. Putting a hand on Peter’s back, I guided him forward. He walked on his hands and knees like the good little dog that he was. Bringing a hand around his waist, I wrapped my meaty fingers around his cock and stroked it a few times before spitting into my hands. I stroked my cock, mine and Peter’s saliva melding together to create a nice slippery lube.
“Take a breath boy, daddy’s going to show you how it’s done,” I told him. “You ready?” He moaned submissively and nodded his head. He shook his ass a little; I couldn’t tell between the two of us who was hungrier for this.
“You’re daddy’s good boy,” I told him, pressing the tip of my cock against his impatient hole.
“Thank you daddy,” he said, unearthing his teeth from the pillow. I pushed against his hole and felt the tip spread it out. Peter moaned in a clear combination of pain and pleasure. His knuckles were turning white as he gripped at the sheets desperately.
“You’re doing such a good job for daddy,” I told him, pressing further. He warm hole opened up for me as inch by inch, he swallowed me up. His and my moans mixed harmoniously as I pushed myself balls deep into him.
“FUCK!” We both yelled as I felt my balls make contact with his taint. He was so fucking tight and felt amazing. We stood there for a moment, he was making my cock pulse as it was wrapped in his sultry sheath. I stood myself up on my knees and put each of my hands on his hips. I pulled back and felt Peter’s hole give such as much resistance, desperate to keep me inside. I let the tip of my cock in as I pushed myself back inside. Biting my lip, I heard Peter gasping and moaning like a bitch. I picked up the pace, the feel of his hole grew easier and easier to get back into as it became accustomed to me.
Peter was practically crying in pleasure as began to piston myself back and forth into him. He was my sloppy little boy and I was his strong father, here to take as much of him as I wanted.
“Sit up,” I commanded him. He pushed himself up and supported himself on his knuckles, arching his back and standing proud. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed myself fully inside to reach his ear.
“You ready for it to be real fucking good?” I asked him.
“Yes sir,” he said, his voice breathless. I grabbed his chiseled jaw and turned it to face me.
“Are you fucking sure?” I pressed. Without saying a word, he jiggled his ass back and forth. I wrapped my lips around his before brining them back to his ear.
“Good boy,” I repeated. Putting my hands back on his shoulders, I pistoned. Never in my life have I worked a hole so fucking hard, but I was pushing myself in and out as fast as I possible could. I could feel Peter’s cock reacting to every hit to his prostate.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Peter cried out. He leaned his head back, giving me the opportunity to grab at his hair again and yank it back further. We made eye contact before they briefly rolled to the back of his head. Fuck, I know I’m not going to last any fucking longer.
“Fuck boy I’m cumming!” I roared.
“Fuck daddy me too!” He barely managed to say. I felt a rush of ecstasy rush across me as I pumped load after load into his new sloppy hole. Pushing myself as deep as I could possibly go, I made sure my seed traveled deep into Peter’s intestines. Our moans of pleasure mixed together and rumbled the entire house. I could count the pumps my cock made in my head. Five, six, seven, eight… nine… I began to manually twitch my cock… ten…
I was breathing even heavier than Peter was as I wrapped my daddy arm across his chest and kissed at his neck. He was about to fall forward, but I made sure to keep him firmly in place. Our breathing began to sync up as we calmed ourselves down. I made sure to be extra careful as I pulled myself out, my cock still tingling and sensitive to touch. Stumbling back, it was like I was getting used to my new weight all over again. I could see that Peter had left a giant pool of cum under him as he rolled on his back, he dick still a hunk of meat, slapped lazily on his thigh.
“Did you fucking cum hands free?” I asked him, pointing the new stain. He glanced over and chuckled.
“Yeah,” he said. “Never done that before.” I took off the jacket to my suit and undid my tie.
“Damn boy,” I told him. “Impressive.” He looked back and winked at me.
“Thanks dad.” Looking at the mess we made, I was both impressed and hit with the realization of our now clean up.
“You not worried about them seeing this and freaking out?” I asked him. Peter was still riding high. He shrugged and threw his hands behind his head. His pits were immaculate, adorned with matching dirty blond hair.
“Fuck it, we’ll get it cleaned up,” he said, closing his eyes. I chuckled myself and crawled on the bed myself, hovering over him.
“Now where’s this Colin all the time?” I asked him. He put a finger to my lips and shushed.
“Peter,” he reminded me. Smirking I laid myself next to him. He rolled on his side and wrapped an arm around my soft stomach, pulling himself closer to me.
“How much longer we got?” He asked. I checked my watch and shrugged.
“Probably about an hour,” I estimated. He rolled once more, straddling himself on my waist. He slipped his hands under my shirt and felt up my thick, hairy, barrel chest. He wiggle his ass over my cock which began to twitch back to life.
“Sounds like we can squeeze in one more before we leave then,” he said, flicking my nipples between his fingers. I laughed, feeling my baritone notes rumbling through him.
“Deal son,” I told him.
I found this Spider-Man suit in a dumpster in a back alley and decided to try it on. It was remarkably clean for something being thrown away, and I’ve always been obsessed with Spider-Man, so I made sure no one was around, stripped naked, and quickly got in it. The mask of the suit is really unique, it’s made like a helmet. As soon as I put it on, after zipping into the suit, this weird buzzing sound filled my head, with this weird vibrating feeling in my brain. It felt so indescribably good, and made me get a little chubbed up in the skin-tight suit, to be honest. Before I knew it, I was blindly wandering around the city, and the lenses of the eyes displayed this weird hypnotic spiral over everything. I was entranced. I started to feel like… I don’t know… like not myself. It was hard to think, I wanted the suit and the helmet to think for me. I didn’t feel like Spider-Man, more like a mindless zombie, or a drone, but it felt so good… after I’m not sure how long, I finally pulled the mask off, and snapped out of the daze I was in. I sat down to ponder what just happened. That was incredible… I think I should wear this thing forever now. I’m about to put the mask back on and let it take over again.
Mr. Iadanza
Once Math class was over, Henry lingered behind. He approached his teacher, Mr. Iadanza, with a sad look on his face. "What's wrong, Henry?" Mr. Iadanza asked. “Here, sit down with me.
Henry sits at his teacher’s desk. He meekly avoids eye contact with his teacher.
“I’ve just been thinking lately…” Henry decompresses. “It must be so easy being one of the popular kids.”
“There are no such thing as popular kids in this school, Henry.” Mr. Iadanza smiles at the dejected 18-year-old senior sitting across his desk. “We treat everyone equally.”
“That’s not true.” Henry glances at his father-like figure.
“Henry…” Mr. Iadanza leans in. “Are you feeling this way because of… what you told me last week… about being gay? In an all-boys school, it can be hard-”
“No!” Henry defends. “Sometimes, I just wish I was like everyone else, y’know. Like them…”
“Like who?” Mr. Iadanza questions.
“The popular kids!” Henry huffs in frustration.
Mr. Iadanza sits back in his chair, his shirt straining against his large pectorals.
“Let’s say, hypothetically, there were popular kids in Copperdale High.” Mr. Iadanza proposes. “What qualities do they have? Describe them to me.”
“Well, most of the popular boys are… bigger.” Henry ponders.
“In what way?” Mr. Iadanza raises his eye brow.
“In every way you can imagine. Like, have you even seen Stefan Hufferman these days? His muscles are huge!” Henry laughs, leaning his slender frame back into the chair - he knows he shouldn’t be poking fun at Copperdale High’s most popular student, but it was too funny not to. “Like, his pecs look like boobs! How does he walk around with those things?”
“I mean…” Mr. Iadanza furrows his eyebrow in a state of confusion. “You’re pretty big yourself, Henry.”
Henry tries to cross his arms, but his huge juicy pecs get in the way. He looks down and realised his shirt is undone… it looks way smaller than usual. What size is this - an XS? Henry wouldn’t fit in anything less than a XXL.
“Yeah…” Henry glances down at his football sized biceps and grins. “I guess you could say I’m pretty built.”
Henry continually shifts his body weight around in the chair, unable to find a comfortable position.
“These chairs are tiny!” Henry mutters to himself.
Mr. Iadanza laughs.
“Well, you are known for your mighty cheeks back there, aren’t you?” Mr. Iadanza looks across the desks, watching Henry rest upon his huge round pillows. “I hear the students call you names like, what was it - “Pillow Cheeks” and “Sir Jiggles a lot. You seem to love it though.”
Henry chuckles and smacks his fat ass. “Yeah. These two big boys back here get me a lot of attention.”
“Henry, you’re going off topic. Like always.” Mr. Iadanza tells the bodybuilder in front of him. “Tell me another trait about the popular boys.”
“Well, they’re all very… bro-ish.” Henry remarks.
“Bro-ish?” Mr. Iadanza questions. “In what way?”
“Like, they can’t say a sentence without finishing it with the word ‘bro’, ‘man’ or ‘bruh’. Or, how they all smack each others asses as… friendship or something. It’s weird.”
“I don’t find that weird.” The teacher steps in. “I see you partake in those behaviours every class. If you can do it, why can’t others?”
“I guess you’re right, bro.” Henry rethinks. “You’re so smart, my dude.”
“Hunter, what did I say about calling me that.” Mr. Iadanza scorns.
“Sorry, teach.” Hunter nods. “I always forget, mr. bossman.”
“You’re not too smart, Hunter.” The teacher leans back and smiles condescendingly at the former nerd. “Never were. Just like Stefan and the others. They’re a bad influence on you.”
“Nah, bro! Me and the bros are all good, my dude.” Hunter defends. “And I’m not that dumb, my brochacho.”
“Really?” Mr. Iadanza squints. “What’s 12 x 2?”
“Ummm….” Hunter stares blankly, searching his empty mind. “I never was too good at numbers, teach.”
“My point stands proven.” Mr. Iadanza hides his smile behind his hand - holding in his laughter from seeing such a clever nerd become a dumb oaf.
“You’d probably be better at throwing a ball… correct?” Mr. Iadanza questions.
“I love balls, my dude! A good game of football with the bros.” Hunter exclaims.
“You like balls?” Mr. Iadanza laughs. “As in, you’re gay?”
“Yeah, teach. Didn’t I tell you this last week?”
“I’m just shocked. The other boys aren’t gay, right?”
“Right.”
“And you’re like the other boys, right?”
“Right.”
“So, you’re straight?”
“I’m straight, my dude” Hunter furrows his brow. “Isn’t that obvious?”
Hunter flexes the guns for his teacher. “Do these boys like gay to you?”
“I gotta get that coochie, bro!” Hunter hypes himself up. “A bro gotta do what a bro gotta do. You know what I’m saying, my man?”
“You get laid a lot, I assume?”
“Of course, bro! They all wanna ride the babymaker!”
Hunter humps the air.
“How big is it?”
“Why you wanna know, my du-“
“It’s 8 inches, right?”
“8 inches of pile driving pleasure!” Hunter grabs his massive bulge.
“You’re about to blow, aren’t you?”
Hunter feels his penis tent, harder than it ever has before.
“You’ll be fine.” Mr. Iadanza watches his student moan with his hyper sensitive 8 inch cock straining against his uniform pants.
“Ugh… teach.” He moans.
“Just don‘t think about boobs and impregnating girls.” Mr. Iadanza smiles, fully aware of what he’s doing.
Images of boobs smothering Hunter’s face infiltrate his mind. He imagines sticking his fuckstick deep inside a hot babe’s cervix and dumping his load - getting her pregnant with his alpha seed.
“I’M GONNA…” Hunter’s bucks in pleasure. “I’M BUSTIN BRO!”
Mr. Iadanza grins, watching the nerd turned jock spurt inside his pants.
“See, Hunter.” Mr. Iadanza laughs. “You’re extremely popular - especially with the ladies.”
“Thanks, my brochacho.” Hunter deflates, exhausted from blowing the biggest load he’d ever shot. “Can’t believe I wasted a nut. The things a good pair of titties will do to a man… am I right, bro?”
“Hunter, I know I kept you behind today because you failed your test.” Mr. Iadanza explains to the meathead in front of him. “But, I’m willing to put it past us. I think we’ve made some good progress here today.”
“You’re so much smarter than I could ever wish to be, my dude.” Hunter smiles in awe of his teacher.
“You may leave now.”
Hunter gets up and waddles out of the room, his hulking body restricting his movement.
“Time to grow a coochie tickler and go to work, my dude!” Hunter vacantly chuckles to himself.
“Oh, and Hunter…” Mr. Iadanza calls. “If you see the new kid - the scrawny one, Oscar. Send him in. I’ve got some work to do…”
“Will do, my bro!”
Damn was this a good read, great job
"Crap dude " I said "your pecs are huge. "
I couldn't help but play with my new pecs.
"Hey are you ok?" Micks friend asked him, will I guess me now.
"Never better Brad" I told him. Then I gave him a big kiss. He jumped back in surprise.
"Whoa" Brad said "your not gay"
"You are" I told him
"I am" he said "but you told me you are straight.
"I have had a change of heart" I told him with a smile. And full erection.
"But I" he started. I picked him up with a big kiss. I looked at him
"Do you wanna waste time or just get to , this is happening and I wanna fuck you" I told him pressing my erection right on him.
He looked at me with lust in his eyes
"Ok" he said and we began making out. I had been following Mick here for a while. His best friend was in love with him but didn't want to lose him as a friend so he pretended not to care. But I saw the pain in his eyes when Mick would pick a girl up at the bar. Well no more. Im going to make Brad's dreams come true. More hot fucking and making out. Mick and Brad are a couple now. Besides I get to play with these massive pecs now. Thanks man.
A Change of Perspective: Trey
This over-7,000 word story was a request written for @tf-lover, here is his original request / prompt.
Hey man, as you know I’ve recently jumped into a new body and I just wanted to say thanks again for your help finding it. Sure I used to be a skinny white British dude, but man does this new body feel hot as fuck! Being black now is kinda trippy, but I’m slowly getting used to it and the new gym routine to keep up the muscle. Since I’m about to hit 2k followers I thought everyone might like to know the story of how you found it for me?
Hey there, glad to hear that you’re enjoying your new body. It was certainly a rather dramatic transformation, but it definitely seems as though you’ve adapted to it surprisingly well. Before we proceed, let me just officially congratulate you on reaching the 2k followers milestone! While I would have totally been willing to give you a new body for such an achievement, I’ll gladly do your suggestion of telling both of our followers how you’ve gotten that awesome body…
So, for as long as I had known you, you had been fairly open with me about your annoyance in regards to your body and life. When it came to your body, there wasn’t much body positivity due to your nerdier appearance, which had really dampened your self-esteem. Hell, not even your favorite suit jacket with its gorgeous blue and gold pattern could make you feel better about your body anymore!
Yet despite such a desire to look great and feel good about yourself, you always found yourself too nervous to take the first step towards bettering yourself. As New Years rolled around and you began to make your list of resolutions, it wasn’t much of a shock to either of us that working out was at the top of your list. So, as you pushed past your anxieties, you finally stepped foot inside your local gym and purchased a year-long membership.
Although you were already planning on joining the gym closest to you, your thirsty self couldn’t resist telling me that one of the main determining factors towards picking that specific gym was also due to the fact that Akino, an insanely gorgeous and buff Asian man who worked as a part-time model, was also a member of the same gym. The man was an absolute dreamboat to you, especially because of his broad and thick pecs and biceps. Just being able to say you went to the same gym as him was a hot enough concept to you, but it was even more hot as you found out that your schedules often synced up to the point where you worked out around the same time. This erotic factor only increased as you couldn’t help but sneak a few passing glances at the man’s body as he stripped out of his clothes to slip into his workout gear.
While I was quite happy to hear that you were still going every day, my mood quickly soured as you revealed that you hadn’t really done much besides standing around while trying to work up the courage to get on a machine. Then, when you had finally gotten around to doing one of them, you refused to put any sort of weight to challenge yourself due to your fears of embarrassing yourself in front of all the other gym-goers. Of course though, you knew that part of this embarrassment and tendency to stand around on the gym floor was because Akino was there easily pushing through every routine he did. To make matters worse though, the guy was always super nice and had even introduced himself at one point, but your anxieties and intense crush had caused you to grow anxious to the point of stuttering for a bit before fleeing towards another area of the gym. Obviously, I could relate to such issues of insecurity and slight jealousy to the point where I deeply sympathized with you, but it was somewhat annoying that the disconnect between mind and body was hindering you so badly. As a result, I told you that I’d find a way to help you feel less awkward in the gym.
Since everyone had assumed that my stories on Tumblr were just erotic hyperbole, they had no way of knowing that I had actually been gifted with real transformative powers. Although I had powers that I would surely love to use constantly, I found myself constantly desiring a lower profile and thus only using these powers sparingly. But I had deeply sympathized with your dilemma, so I knew that this was the perfect opportunity to finally help out a fellow writer and friend.
Given our close friendship, I had a pretty good idea as to what kind of guy you’d like to become. But despite knowing for sure what you should become, I still found myself scrolling through social media in search of the perfect person to base your new body around. After a bit of a search, I finally realized the perfect body for the new you. Although it would require a racial change, a quick refresher through our previous conversations made it clear that this wouldn’t be much of an issue for you.
So, as you headed to bed to prepare for your teaching in the morning, I was working tirelessly to give you your dream body. At first, the changes were simple as your muscles began to slowly inflate. But with each passing second, this inflation was quickly gifting you with a physique that would make even the cockiest of jocks intimidated. Your arms were growing to immense sizes as your biceps grew to resemble bowling balls, your shoulders looking like boulders, and your forearms thickening with obvious strength. Even as the inflation caused your muscles to strain against your increasingly tight pajamas, my powers had made you sleep peacefully throughout the entire process with absolutely no knowledge of what was occurring to you.
Each inhale and exhale caused you to gain an impressive pectoral shelf that had caused your shirt to become incredibly constricting. This constriction only grew more intense though as your torso widened while your stomach was quickly dotted with a sculpted eight-pack.
The changes then progressed downwards as your bottom half underwent its own transformations. Every inch of your body in this area was eager to grow bigger, as your cock, ass, thighs, calves, and feet all lengthened to impressive and intimidating results. Your baggy pants were now functioning as capris given the increased height you had been gifted, but they were now also skin-tight due to having to participate in an intense battle between your globular ass cheeks, a 10.5 inch cock, and meaty thighs.
With the muscle growth now completed, the racial change was the final aspect to affect your body as the transformation quietly completed. Despite having your head shoved deep into the pillow, the darkening of skin and shifting of features first began there. Your light brown hair began to darken as the style shifted to give you a fresh fade, with the hair retracting into your scalp slightly to shift the straight hair into more tight curls. While the hair on your head was contracting to give you a more fitting style to match your new ethnicity, the transformation compensated by allowing trimmed facial hair to emerge all across the lower half of your face. As your nose widened slightly and lips grew thicker, your snores began to shift as well to go from a lighter tone to something that resembled a deep grumble. Another thing changing while you were completely unaware were the updates I had made in regards to your sight. With a body this gorgeous and hunky, glasses seemed like such a boner killer, so I gave you perfect 20/20 vision to prevent that from ever happening.
As this deep brown tone continued to spread across your entire body, it brought with it more smaller yet important changes. Your nipples darkened to become just a few shades darker while your body hair from your armpits, pubes, and legs grew darker as well. With the darker pigmentation finally finishing up on your longer and wider feet, the transformation finally finished.
Due to the distance and complexity of the change, I soon found myself growing increasingly tired to the point where I was just barely able to make it into bed before finally passing out. As I fell into a deep slumber, all I could hope for was that you’d be happy with the results in the morning…
* * * * *
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Immediately you jolted awake, gasping loudly as the alarm sounded with shocking intensity. Sitting up and trying to catch your breath, you had absentmindedly grasped onto your cell phone from the bedside table to turn off your alarm. As you turned off your alarm though, you suddenly found yourself quite confused by the highly melanated hands that you now possessed. While still trying to wrap your head around the confusing sight, you quickly flew into a tailspin as your phone screen locked and you could stare into the dark screen. Looking at the equally dark-skinned face with completely different features from the ones you were used to, you loudly cursed in shock. Tossing your phone to the side and jumping out of bed in disbelief, the insane tightness of your clothes soon made itself known as you could feel the fabric constricting against practically every inch of your body.
Upon hearing a loud pop and watching something fly across the room, your eyes darted downwards towards your body to find out what had happened. Gasping in shock, you were completely flabbergasted to find that your clothes were practically painted onto your body. Around your chest though, there was a wide gap between the two sides of your fabric pajamas which led you to realize that you had somehow popped a button. However, that wasn’t the strangest part though. The thing most deserving of that title was most definitely the hefty chest, bulging biceps, and thick thighs that you now possessed. The tightness made absolutely perfect sense now that you saw yourself, but that still did nothing to explain what had happened to you.
While continuing to think back to the events of the night prior, you found yourself recollecting the conversation we had along with the promise of me finding a way to help you. Was it possible that Nate actually had powers? Grimacing due to the pain of your outfit, you eventually grabbed onto your phone and fired off several frantic messages my way asking me what had happened. Of course, I knew that this was what you wanted (and deserved), so I took the opportunity to try and calm you.
“James, it’s all good. It doesn’t really matter how I did it, does it? I knew you wanted a body that you’d feel proud of having, so I gave you one that would allow that. Why don’t you put the phone down and instead take the moment to enjoy yourself and the sights of your new body?”
Although you were still naturally curious for answers, you couldn’t deny that what I was saying was true. Being this bulky would certainly make you no longer feel intimidated about going into the gym! So, as a small smile began to creep across your face, you locked your phone and brought it with you back towards the bed. But given the constant pain and discomfort you were feeling in your pajamas, you immediately knew that you had to find a way to get them off of your new and improved body.
Despite your best attempts, you found yourself unable to pull them off due to how tight they were against your body. As you looked at the bulging biceps that were barely staying inside the long-sleeved shirt you were wearing, you quickly realized that there was another solution for this problem. Grabbing onto the collar of the shirt, you began to viciously tug and tear the shirt to shreds. “Holy shit!” you cried out, immediately stopping as you heard the deep and rich bass coming from your mouth.
While dropping the tattered shirt to the ground and taking a moment to look at your new physique, you couldn’t help but continue to talk aloud due to your overall shock. “I can’t believe he did this,” you said, causing your own manhood to begin to harden just from the sound of your own voice, “this is a dream come true!”
While continuing to make small talk with yourself just to continue testing out your new voice, you peeled off your tight pants until you were only stuck in the already-tattered remnants of your underwear. Eager to take a breath and attempt to understand it all, you sat near the edge of the bed and looked down at yourself. All of this beefy muscle, your friend had given it all to you!
Obviously, the whole experience was quite erotic, so it was very rare for you to pull your attention away from your new physique. But on one of those few times, your eyes caught sight of a bedroom mirror you had recently put in place. Taking the opportunity to look at yourself from another perspective, you grasped onto your phone and pulled open the camera while staring at your reflection. You looked fucking HOT!
You knew that you were extremely hunky now based on the quick glimpse of your reflection in the phone screen, but the perspective of the mirror just fully showcased just how hot and impressive you were now. Clearly, no one would ever judge or question you when you were working out in the gym with such a big body!
Afficher davantage
Already on your hands and knees, huh, boy? Damn, you must’ve been weak-willed to begin with, my musk usually takes longer to work. Bet you were straight before you walked into the lockerroom and caught a whiff, huh? Well now you can’t think or speak, unless I say so. You’re mine, boy. I worked up such a sweat at today’s rugby match that there ain’t no way you’re breaking this spell I have you under. Crawl closer to me, slaveboy. You can sniff my tights and deeply inhale my power over you. You’ll be a good toy for me once your brain is completely taken over by my man-musk. Fuuuuck yeah.
“The Bubblebutt Curse”
Picky Luke, who prefers bottom-heavy men, gets cursed so that every man he finds attractive grows a massive, sensitive bubble butt.
Afficher davantage
My Friend’s Dad
There had to be a way for Will to say it that wouldn’t start trouble. Then again, there was no way he could. His friend Peter was still chatting about the end of his soccer match a few moments ago. They were the only two in the locker room, but this was Peter’s common routine change, a bit slower than everyone else to talk after a match with Will.
I topped your dad.
It was a simple statement. One that shouldn’t have been annoying Will as much as it had been. After all it was only in his dreams where the action occurred. There was no way a man like Mr. Stranton would bottom for anyone. That stupid camping trip was to blame. Ever since Will saw the goods Mr. Stranton had been hiding, the dreams started coming.
The whole thing started innocently. Will saw Mr. Stranton chopping wood shirtless, then discovered Mr. Stranton paraded around in his underwear early in the morning. The man’s boxer briefs left little to the imagination. The single father was overly gifted in the front and the back. Will was sure the thin layer of hair over his pecs, arms, and legs kept the proud papa warm.
However, the breaking point was when Will had asked for a restroom break on their hike. Mr. Stranton had also joined him, probably expecting Will to act mature. The boys were 18 after all. But when Mr. Stranton whipped out his donkey dick from his jeans and aimed it at the ground, Will knew it was over for him. Mr. Stranton had closed his eyes and tilted his head back while he released his stream. The man was grunting in relief, but to Will it just sounded like moans. When Mr. Stranton stopped, he shook his fat cock - and caught Will staring.
“Sorry about that,” Mr. Stranton said. “I had to go sumthin’ fierce.” He tucked his cock away and winked at Will. That was the first night Will dreamed of Mr. Stranton. He dreamt he caught the man bathing under a waterfall. Mt. Stranton would start washing his wide chest and back, going down to his champion thighs and legs. That of course left the goods for last. Water cascading down that masculine body.
Will’s eyes snapped open. It was the middle of the night and Peter and Mr. Stranton were still asleep in the tent. Will groaned lightly he could already sense a sticky dampness coming from the crotch area.
From that point in the camping trip Will became hyper aware of Mr. Stranton’s body. The way his pecs would flex when he scratched the thin layer of hair on his chest, the movement of his biceps when he threw his arms around the boys. Those were just the PG ones. Will had stared openly when Mr. Stranton bent over. Amazing ass. Not to mention, the incident had fully awoken him to spotting Mr. Stranton’s bulge all the time.
Will didn’t want to creep on his best friend’s dad, but he couldn’t help it. The fact they were out camping only exacerbated it. Will was not a jock or outdoorsy kind of guy like Peter. The hike was strenuous on his thin, wiry frame. But the trip was a long time coming for the best friends and of course Mr. Stranton and Peter were very accommodating. They’d take as many breaks as Will needed. Which in turn gave more free time to watch Mr. Stranton.
Taking a sip of water Will’s eyes sneaked over to the Stranton men. Peter was very similar to his dad, the same dark brown chestnut hair, same dark brown eyes, and the same goofy smile. The only difference was Peter was mostly hairless as opposed to his wild beast of a dad. Mr. Stranton wasn’t a gorilla of a man, but had a dusting of hair on his arms and legs, along with a well-groomed beard. During another one of their breaks Will casually mentioned that fact.
“Oh Dad, yeah he’s hairier than me, but he told me that happened after he had gone off to college. Said it was like a second puberty waiting for him. He started growing hair and had to find ways to expel all the energy he was building up, and working out helped.” Peter leaned over. “So don’t be surprised when I come back from college looking more like him.”
Will almost creamed himself at the thought. Two Mr. Strantons walking around in the world was too much. But Will had to remind himself his best friend was very much a future Mr. Stranton. As they returned to the hike, Will purposely fell behind to watch Mr. Stranton climb up a hill. It was so steeped the man had to bend over a bit, sticking his ass out. Will could see a hint of the man’s bulge between the thighs, and he kept thinking “That’s the cock that made Peter.”
“Will, you okay?” Mr. Stranton asked further up the hill, looking between his legs. Pulled back to reality, Will nodded and rushed forward. He must have looked stupid or dazed standing there with the tent on their back. Peter had all the supplies and had already caught up to his dad.
The two Strantons stood at the top of the hill waiting. Will got a nice view of their shirtless bodies glistening with sweat. Will had always admired the bodies of the Strantons but this was the first time he was doing more than admiring. He was falling in love with it. Peter very much had the young version of his dad’s body. Mr. Stranton was packing two muscled furry pecs, a large set of 6 pack abs, and a wider frame in general. All that and more was awaiting Peter on the other side of puberty, while Will didn’t have much to aspire to. He’d prefer if his blond hair didn’t make his body hair look non-existent. Though his mother did always say he had pretty green eyes. That was one feature he would keep. But what Will wouldn’t give to be a Stranton man…
Afficher davantage
Beach Ball
Brady was on vacation from his boring landlocked town. He loved the beachside and was dreading the fact that he would have to go back in a few days. He wished he could stay on the sunny coast for as long as he would like. He thought about how the grass was probably greener on the other side and that his life wasn’t terrible, although it could get boring at times. He wondered if all vacation spots are better as vacation spots and if visiting as a tourist, rather than a staying as a native would be better.
He decided not to think about that and tried to lay back and enjoy his holiday. Brady put his arms up with his hands behind his head and basked in the warm, but not too hot, sun. He felt the warmth on arms, legs and torso and was glad that the foliage was behind him and the trees gave him enough shade to protect his eyes from direct sunlight.
Relaxing in his white speedos basks in the sun in the pool area above the beach, Brady was glad he had chosen to stay at this hotel. It was known by a lot of gay locals for having a lot of a hot guys who were available. At least that’s what his friend, local to the area, told him over the phone. He thought about finding a guy and having a casual fling. After daydreaming for a while, Brady decided to take a walk on the beach. It was bright and the shade of the tree wasn’t covering his eyes anymore. He didn’t bring shades, but brought a hat that he put on to go for his walk.
He took his time to enjoy his walk and feel the sand on his bare feet. Then he saw a sports ball fly in his direction, hit the sand with a thud and roll a little bit. As he approached it and picked it up, a muscle bear jogged down the stairs and came up to him. “Sorry about that, bud. My friends and I were playing water polo and the ball got away from us, I guess.” the bear said, putting his hand on the back of his neck.
Brady adjusted his hat “No problem” and passed the ball back. It was hard and rough like a basketball with a similar size, but had colored stripes like a beach ball. “You know what? We’re having such a good time up there, why don’t you join us?” the bear winked at Brady, who didn’t notice. Brady hesitated and the bear put his hand on top of his head, half-scratching it and half-adjusting his hair. “The name’s George by the way.” Brady introduced himself and found himself staring at George. The blocky muscles, vascular forearms and nice beard that was mixed with brown and grey made him Brady’s type. After a very quick, almost unnoticeable glance at George’s crotch, taking notice of his grey camo swim shorts, Brady agreed.
After both heading up the stairs and rinsing themselves to get the sand off their feet, they were ready to jump in and start playing. The pool was a large rectangle, about the same size and shape of many pools, about 10 metres by 15 meters with a lot of space to move around. The only difference was that the pool floor was completely flat and all the same water level. The water isn’t very deep, but not very shallow either. That would probably make playing easier, but then again, looking at everyone else, maybe not. Brady couldn’t help but feel out of place. Everyone else was a bear. The bears were all different. Some were more muscular with hard muscle guts and large, hard muscles while some were more chubby with rounder, softer guts that slightly hung over their waistbands, but equally large, although softer and rounder, muscles. They were all quite hairy, had beards and were noticeably taller than Brady. The water reached just a couple inches under his chest, but reached just above their navels. Brady was not a short man, but was almost 6 feet, without shoes. All the bears had to be around 6′5′’. That was a bit intimidating. At least George was with him. That made him feel better, even though he was also a stranger.
Brady was having a good time. He had played water polo before and was pretty good, despite the size difference of the other players. He was enjoying himself and felt his mind calm and focus on the game instead of the end of his vacation. Due to the rules of this specific game, no one was allowed to swim, they could only walk. They couldn’t make a line either and had to spread out. Brady found it hard to walk because even though his muscles were toned, he didn’t have as much practice as everyone else nor the muscle mass to move through the water as easily. Brady found himself face to face with some of the bears, their arms raised to block him from passing the ball easily or scoring. The musk that came from their sweaty bodies drove Brady crazy and almost made him chub up in his white speedos. He thought about how their sweat must have mixed with the water, but decided to stop before he tented his speedos. It would still have been noticeable underwater. Moving around helped him calm down.
They played for a few hours and Brady found it easier to move as time went on. His body started to transform, even though he didn’t realize because his focus was on the game and not his body. It started in his feet, which became spread out across the wet and slippery floor, getting longer and wider. His calves beefed up, followed by his thighs. Brady widened his stance unconsciously. He found the wider stance made him move faster and easier through the water. The new muscles weren’t very defined, but they were certainly powerful and allowed him to move through the water.
His crotch was next. His balls grew larger and heavier. His ballsack began to hang low and a lot more testosterone was pumped throughout his body. His dick repeatedly began to chub up a little, but went back to normal as Brady moved around more. Each time it happened, his dick became a little thicker each time while his foreskin grew back slowly. When his foreskin had grown back completely, he stopped chubbing up, but had left a streak of pre in his speedos, which got washed away by the water. His now larger thighs were filling out the leg holes of his speedo and his ass grew larger and became round with both muscle and fat, stretching out the speedo out further. It became too much for the material to contain and the top of his ass started to peek out. His crack was barely exposed, but the top of his cheeks were definitely noticeable. From the side, you could see how his lower back made it look like that. His spine acting as an extension of his crack and his small, round love handles complementing the round cheeks and flatter hips. All this was starting to stretch out his speedo and his waistband make a small pop as it reached it’s maximum elasticity, but stayed on Brady. His legs got a little longer and the water reached closer to his navel. Brady’s nose was now at the same level as the other bears’ chins.
Being in the water made his speedos more pliable and stretchy. Over time, the speedos got stretched out and fit Brady’s new lower half. He performed assists and helped his teammates, including George score a few goals. His team was winning, even though it didn’t really matter because it was just a casual game. George took the time to pat him on the back and said “Thanks for the assist”.
“No problem” Brady said. He tried to score a few goals on his own, but was blocked each time. There was even a time where the goalie of the other team blocked Brady’s shot and it bounced off the goalpost and hit him in the side of the face.
This knocked him down into the water and Brady ended up drinking some of the water because it happened so fast. Brady got up, lifting is his head and torso out of the water and picked up his floating hat. His head felt exposed, especially since his hair was a lot shorter now, especially on the sides. Brady dismissed this feeling and thought it was just his wet head. His face looked slightly older now and the water dripping down his chin left a small goatee with a soul patch under his bottom lip. This all began to thicken very slowly and the new stubble on his moustache started to grow out and meet with the hair on his chin. “You ok, bud?” George said in a slightly serious tone. “Yeah, I’m good. Let’s keep playing”
“Why don’t you put your hat on the sidelines to dry?” George suggested “Sounds good” Brady said, moving to his side and throwing his hat about a meter behind his team’s goal. The ball had already moved between the other players, so he went to continue playing.
Brady continued to change and his love handles continued to expand. He had abs, but they slowly got covered up by a layer of fat. His gut swelled, but defied gravity and refused to hang over his speedos, but stuck straight out. It looked like the ball they were playing with had been stuffed under his stomach, where the lower part of his abs used to show. His lats flared outwards and beefed up causing Brady to spread his arms further apart.
He raised his arms, exposing the growing patches of hair under his pits. His legs and the tops of his feet started sprouting hair as well and his underwear was hiding an explosion of pubes which escaped the waistband of his speedos as a happy trail started to creep up his stomach. The game got a little intense and Brady started to sweat and produce a musk of his own. The hair on his happy trail spread out over his chest as a dusting of hairs coated his torso and forearms.
Brady’s shoulders beefed up, followed by the rest of his arms. His palms got thicker and wider and longer as his fingers got thicker and longer as well. His arms got longer without losing any muscle mass in their proportions. Hair sprouted on his knuckles and the hair on his forearms spread down to the backs of his hands. if Brady lowered his arms to his sides and stood up straight, his fingers would touch his knees. This problem solved itself before he could notice and his torso lengthened and the water reached his navel. His chest beefed up, puffing out slightly more, while still remaining mostly square and masculine.
After a while, Brady managed to score a goal and was cheered by his teammates. They all pulled him in for a group hug with him at the center. The hair above his lip, and under it, connected to the hair on his chin. Brady now had a thick goatee that was on its way to becoming a full beard. George massaged Brady’s traps as a congratulations and the new bear tensed up his trap muscles. While after a few seconds, Brady relaxed, his traps kept the same mass. His face and neck became thicker and wider, but his neck still remained visible and recognizable as a neck, separate from his traps, but still well connected.
Brady’s hair, short on the sides, started to connect with his goatee, creeping down the side of his face as short sideburns, then spreading both under his chin and over the sides of his face, getting thicker and longer as they met at the center of his lower face.
The game went on and Brady got to score a couple more goals. The game ended and his team won. They all cheered and shook hands with the other team members and got out of the pool. Brady was out of the pool, drying off with his towel. He didn’t question or notice how his body had changed. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have cared. In his mind it had always been this way. Same for everyone else he met before. He was still set to leave in a few days, but felt better and more prepared, having had such a good time so far, even if it had to end. He would go back home a changed man, at least in body. Even though he was older looking, he was still the same age of 38, even though he now looked his age, instead of good for it. He was about to leave his hat behind in the pool area “Hey bud, looks like you forgot your hat!” George said, handing it to Brady who put it on. “Looks like I did. Thanks for reminding me” Brady tipped his hat by bending his neck with his hand on the brim to say thank you.
“Listen, I just took a walk on the beach, I’m gonna head up to my room. Why don’t you join me?” Brady said, winking at George. George excitedly took notice and stood closer. Where before his chin was at the same level as the top of his chest, Brady was now just a hair taller than George, who pulled him in for a kiss. George smiled. “I’d love to” Brady responded by doing the same, feeling up George’s hairy chest and groping his hard, muscular forearms. Brady took George by the hand as they both ran to his room, Brady leading the way. “Let’s go then”
The more I shaved, the faster the hair grew in. Thicker, too. Darker. Sweatier.
It was too itchy to wear clothes so I started going naked all the time. My boyfriend didn’t mind. He liked it – so much that he started shaving too, and before long we were both covered in sweaty dark thick fur.
Two dumb beasts fucking their shaggy musky bodies together all day long.
Read more tales of sexy gay transformation by Douglas Benjamin: http://bit.ly/DBGPlus
Scent of a Man
*4K Follower Special*
Hey everybody, long time no see! I wanted to thank all of you for your patience on this story. Over the last month, I reached 4,000 followers which is bewildering to me. I can’t believe so many of you have stuck around through this journey, I appreciate it tremendously. This story is in honor of my humble, jockification beginnings. Please enjoy ;)
“The drug…it isn’t…it’s his…”
And those were the last words ever heard from Hector, the rookie cop we had sent in to act as an undercover spy. His task was rather simple, but apparently it was more dangerous than the precinct had expected. A new drug ring had been popping up around the local university campus, filling college students’ pockets with some new marijuana product. Although the state had now legalized the drug, the college still had a strong anti-narcotic policy, and this assumed form of weed was especially frightening to the board of regents. Over the first month of the semester, there had been an increasing amount of raves and partying incidents. These rising numbers also had a strong correlation with the decrease in overall course attendance, causing the university’s academic average to slip.
This was when the college began to take action. First, they tried passively implementing new programs to resist the urge to use drugs, but the absolute lack of attendance to any sessions closed the programs within the first week. Secondly, they began to tighten the rules and regulations, threatening stricter punishments to students who disobeyed. The students’ nonchalant response however made the punishments worthless, leading the college to their third option: bringing in the local precinct. They wanted us to not only identify what exactly this new product was, but eventually find the leader of the expanding drug ring and shut the entire operation down.
Hector, who had just recently graduated from an academy, was fresh to our district. A scrawny little lad at barely 5’9, he was the perfect candidate to send into campus. His bright blue eyes, wispy tenor voice, and hairless body (which I had seen in the locker room numerous times) gave him the appearance of a college freshman; something he wasn’t exactly happy to admit was true. Although the students were almost at midterms, we were luckily able to squeeze him into the battle. As I had stated before, his task was rather simple: gather gossip, learn information, and report back. It only took him two days to give us a name: Casey Lopez. Hector told us he would be sending more information later than night, but before he could he’d been caught. The static quality of his last memo made it impossible to translate, meaning another man would have to be sent in.
“You think you can do this, Nolan?”
“I’m a little more well-versed than Hector is,” I chuckled in response to the chief’s question. “But I’ll do my best.”
“And don’t go beyond your duty.”
“Identify the drug and Casey as the suspect. Leads on Hector follow,” I affirmed.
“Good, report back to me tomorrow when possible.”
“Sounds good, Chief.”
Since the conversation this morning, I had gone over some files to read up on Casey’s background. As a junior in college, he had a fairly interesting background. He was a popular figure due to his position as a defensive back for the university’s football team and as an out-and-proud bisexual. Born to Mexican immigrants in the United States, he was bilingual in both English and Spanish. I was surprised to find he had failed both his freshman and sophomore years of college, meaning he was soon turning 23 in his (possibly first) junior year. When asked for adjectives to describe him, staff and faculty had stated that Casey was “careless”, “lackadaisical”, “dull”, “persuasive”, and specifically, “odoriferous”.
Once I had developed a basic background of the subject in question, I donned my uniform and hopped on a bus to the campus. My outfit wasn’t made of the usual navy fabric I was used to, but instead a gray, starchy variety that the university’s electrical staff wore. With my keys and warrant folded up in one pocket and my phone in the other, my job was straightforward. I was going to enter Casey’s room to perform a routine checkup on the fire alarm. Really, I was going to be installing a miniature camera and routing it through the alarm. The entire process itself would take five minutes tops, and once I was finished I could begin monitoring from afar.
Once the bus had dropped me off at my stop, I confidently hiked across the grounds to Casey’s dorm. It was an older building with character: small hallways, tight bathroom spaces, and every room had its own, unique shape. When I made it to Casey’s floor, a sudden urge to use the restroom guided me to a pitstop. I quickly swung into the dormitory’s bathroom. Accidentally, my keys and folded warrant flung out of my pocket as I lowered my trousers. I cursed to myself and after finishing I zipped back up, flushed, and bent over to pick up my belongings. I heard the door fling open from in front of me as I reached down to grab them.
“Oh sorry bro!”
The baritone voice from above had an immeasurable amount of vocal fry. I peered up at the young man, who had approached the sink in front of me. He was clad only in a pair of plaid boxers. I assumed he was about to take a shower after spying the towel he had dropped in surprise. A gigantic foot swung into my view before dragging the towel back to the young man. Once I stood up, I realized he stood rather tall. A few inches higher than my own 5’11, he appeared to be a fairly hirsute jock. He was bulky, but it was strictly formed by muscle, and by the amount of hair I assumed he had to be a junior or senior. His dull blue eyes were as lifeless as his voice, and he had a peculiar smell surrounding him like a pungent aura. It took me a moment to pick up on the reminiscent, skunky scent of marijuana laced in odor, but I could not pinpoint the other flavor.
“I had no idea someone was cleaning out the bathroom right now,” he guffawed sluggishly.
“I’m not working here,” I replied earnestly, shoving my keys in my pocket. “Just doing my own personal business.”
“Oh…” He smacked his forehead with a palm and laughed deep and heartily once again. Once he was finished, he looked over me with a dumb smile. Even though I was at least 10 years his senior, I couldn’t help but admit I was a little flattered. I was straight, but it felt nice to be physically appreciated every now and then. I didn’t have the most beautiful build, but my chocolatey eyes and runner’s figure put me at least at a B grade.
“If you don’t mind…” I motioned to the sink.
“Not at all, little bro.” My initial liking evaporated with that comment as I swiftly washed my hands. Right before I could leave however, he asked for my name.
“Jon.”
“Hunter,” he responded back. “Hopefully I see you around campus, bruh.” With that, he shut the door to his shower stall and I followed suit with the restroom’s. Rolling my eyes and focusing back on my objective, I strolled down the hall way until I reached Casey’s door. I took a short breath and gave three sturdy knocks to his door.
“Just a minute, broski!” I heard a hollow reply come back. The voice was as deep and empty as Hunter’s. After about a minute of waiting, the door opened to reveal Hector’s suspect. Standing at 6’4 with a caramel, muscular body, Casey was wearing only a pair of flat-front blue shorts (which I could unfortunately tell he was going commando underneath). Thanks to his outfit however, I was able to subtly observe every part of Casey’s body. I immediately understood why Casey was such a popular figure on this campus after noticing the prominent bulges from both ends of his only adornment.
“Whazzup?”
“I’m here for some routine fire alarm maintenance,” I started casually. “I received a call from the floor advisor about some potential issues, so I’m going around and making sure all are up to code.”
I could practically see the gears turning as Casey took a moment to process everything I had said. “Oh, yeah alright. C’mon in brah.”
I felt like throwing up as soon as I entered his dorm. First, the place was beyond messy. There were heaps of crusty, sweaty clothes scattered around the place, old food boxes rotting outside of the trash bin, and numerous colored stains of different shapes and sizes scattered around that I didn’t want to identify. I’m not a clean freak by any means, but the amount of grime and grunge in this room was sickening. Not only that, but there was an intense flavor to the room. It reeked of something similar to marijuana, but there was a second factor I just couldn’t pick out. I rationalized that no body odor could be so peppery or nutty.
Borrowing one of his chairs, I climbed my way up and began installing the camera. Casey dragged his way over to the sole clean item in the dorm just barely out of my view: a white leather couch. Lying back and stretching out, he got comfortable as he played around on his phone. The entire process was rather quiet. I would take out a screw and he’d swipe away on some app. I’d connect two wires and he’d chuckle at something on TikTok. When I was wrapping up, his ringer started going off rapidly. Apparently something urgent was coming in through the other end. With a grunt, I heard Casey slowly get up from behind me.
FFFPPPHHSSHHH!
“Oh…sorry bro,” Casey muttered as he passed in front of me. I could tell by his voice that he wasn’t sorry, but I couldn’t have prepared myself for the fumes that hit my face. They were eye-watering; so sharp it felt as if my higher brain functions were suddenly cut off. Still standing in front of me, Casey shoved a few fingers up his crack as he let out another.
BRRMMPH!
I staggered momentarily on top of the chair, losing my balance. I just had realign the cover and tighten the final screws before I could leave this torturous, odorous dungeon. After seeing his room and experiencing him in person, I now understood why the staff and faculty had chosen the adjectives they had.
“Brah, you’re not looking too good.”
Unfortunately, he was right. My shaking body was barely holding up. The pungent smells were becoming too much.
“Here, let me help you down.”
Casey grabbed my arm and pulled me down. Too weak to oppose, I complied as he let me fall into his arms. Swiftly, he covered my mouth with his hand, shoving his fingers right beneath my nose. The same fingers that had been shoved in his crack just moments before.
“Just breathe, bro. Breathe.”
I did as he commanded, letting the sweet, spicy scent overtake me. Seconds later, I was out.
— —
“Mornin’ dude, glad to see your waking up.”
I rubbed my head groggily as I lifted myself up from the floor. Casey was looming above me on the white couch, still donning the same outfit as before.
“I…I can’t believe that happened,” I stuttered, stunned as I got up.
“Yeah,” Casey replied snarkily. “Guess you can’t handle the smell of a real man.” I groaned internally, trying to desperately still play the character as I began to stand up.
All I had to do was apologize. I had failed my mission and there was no use trying to save it now. However, as I rose up, I noticed a lurking figure at the door. Hunter’s dumb, cocky grin didn’t greet me with the same friendliness as before.
“How long was I out?”
“Only half an hour,” Casey grunted. “But a little over since you dropped this.”
Casey then shoved his right hand into his shorts, digging out a small piece of folded paper. I took a step over to the couch and grabbed it, noticing a yellow-orangish tint to one side of the paper. Looking past the paper, I was surprised to see I was now completely naked. I was not alarmed however; I strangely felt safe in Casey’s presence.
“Pretty lousy cop if I do say so myself,” Casey muttered nonchalantly. “Flashing your warrant around? Doesn’t seem professional, Nolan.”
The way his mouth phrased my name felt dirty. In fact, it made me feel dirty. Dirty that I’d disappointed him in some way, but I couldn’t tell why.
“Doesn’t matter, I already showed Hunter which side to be loyal to, and now I can do the same for you.”
Casey noticed my bewildered look before snickering.
“Oh, you don’t recognize your good friend Hector?”
Once again, the tone of Casey’s voice caused another wave of embarrassment to crash over me. I couldn’t believe that I had disappointed Casey once again. But looking back at Hunter, I wasn’t surprised I hadn’t. The only part of him that looked reminiscent of the bare, scrawny kid who had shown up at the station weeks before were his striking blue eyes, yet they had lost the sparkle they once gleamed with.
“Nolan,” Casey accented my name with contempt once more. “Now that I let you in on Hunter and I’s little secret, I’m going to need something back from you.”
Casey was right, he did deserve something back in return.
“What do…you wa…nt?” I slurred.
“Your will,” he stated flatly.
“My…”
“Will,” Casey repeated. “It’s that simple.”
Something in the back of my mind told me it was not, urged me that something here was majorly off, but I couldn’t listen. I had already disappointed Casey twice in just the past few minutes–if I kept slipping up I was sure something bad would happen.
“You see, my parents come from an ancient sector of México. Their village held a sacred prophecy, one that was engraved into a cave wall before the village even existed. It read: ‘El muchacho de la esencia hará caer a los reyes a sus perfumados pies’.”
I stood there blankly, letting Casey’s beautiful Spanish wash over me.
“It literally translates to, ‘The boy of essence will make kings fall at his perfumed feet’. Of course, for thousands of years no one ever knew what it had meant until I came along. You see, when I began producing, my parents recognized that my musk gave off the same flavor as achiote paste, a cherished spice from their homeland. The other boys at school picked up on it too, letting me do anything to them I desired.”
My eyes glazed over as my focus became entirely dedicated to Casey.
“At first, I hid away my power through deodorants and scented sprays, but recently I realized who I was born to be.”
I heard Hunter step away from the door and step up behind me. His smell was just as powerful, but not as delicious as Casey’s.
“Nolan.”
I immediately straightened up at the sound of Casey saying my name.
“If you want to leave, go right ahead. The door’s unlocked and you can finish the job you had originally come here to do.”
I felt Hunter firmly place his hands on my arms.
“If you want to stay however, then I will make you into the man you were meant to be. You can discover the ‘drug’ that this college is becoming addicted to.”
Casey casually raised his left arm and placed it behind his head, exposing a furry pit. I stood there silently, licking my lips while my lack of movement was taken as an answer.
“Then let’s begin.”
My body shook with excitement and glee from having made Casey so happy. He gave Hunter a quick nod and before I knew it, I was being guided to a heavenly destination. Hunter softly helped me to my knees before bringing my head into his armpit. Bliss shot through my body as I was brought closer and closer. Once I was placed firmly inside the scented abyss, I felt Casey’s arm clamp down like a latch. It wasn’t tight however as we both knew I wasn’t planning on escaping.
“The process will be over in minutes, Nolan,” Casey’s voice cooed from the outside world. I was so deep in that it felt like my voice was in my head overpowering any other thoughts. “All you have to do is sniff away at my glorious scent and I will give you what you deserve.”
Eagerly, I began to do as he commanded. The striking sweetness and the pungent peppery flavor shot through my nose into my body. The odor was so strong and rancid it should have overpowered me once again, but somehow I held on strong.
“First, we have to address the age issue,” Casey hummed. “Hunter was already accepted as a student here thanks to your precinct, but unfortunately you’re a little too old.”
I felt a depressed frown pass over my face.
“However, I want you to be more than just one of my enhanced boytoys. Unlike Hunter, you’re a much more valuable piece to play with.”
I beamed with joy at Casey’s compliment. I sniffed away while he continued.
“See, I’ve only been able to capture college students in my campaign so far. Now that I’ve got an adult however, I can begin expanding my reach outwards. The university’s currently looking for a new assistant hockey coach. Thankfully you’re of the right age, so all I have to do is give you the body and background.
I grinned inside of Casey’s armpit, ecstatic for my new role in society under his rule.
“As you’ve probably noticed, my body’s pretty smooth. Ladies prefer a cleaner-looking man, so I have to shave twice a day to keep up. Because of this, I tend to like my men hairy, so I want you to have the pelt I should have. This will also be important for staying warm in the rink, since that will basically become your second home.”
Instantly, I felt my body spark with energy as tiny hairs began sprouting around my body. I’d been hairless for all my life, so much so I barely used a razor more than once a week. Although I couldn’t see it, my chest was the first to spring forth. Hundreds of hairs covered my pectorals, stomach, shoulders, and back. The new layer felt warm and itchy, but for some reason it didn’t feel new. The waves spread down my arms and legs before softening at the hands and feet. I even felt a new wispy sensation across my buttocks. After tufts emerged from my neck, pits, and crotch, I realized proudly that I’d never be able to hide this new coat.
I kept inhaling Casey’s scent obediently, never once leaving his pit as the changes happened. Even though I’d preferred having a bare body before, my own interests twisted under Casey’s presence. Being covered in my own fur became not only exciting to me, but arousing. The forests of sandy hair gave me a more masculine appearance. They kept me warm and pleasantly sweaty.
“I like men with darker coats. It makes their fur stand out more.”
I can’t explain it, but I perceived the difference as the hairs took on a color darker than the brownish hue of my eyes.
“You’re gonna be buff too. I’m thinking you started playing hockey at age 10, won the state championship twice for your high school, got a full ride scholarship to this college to play, and then went on to coach back in your hometown for the last ten years.”
I listened faithfully, his words bulking me up with every syllable. My thinner frame instantly filled out, growing stronger as my skin grew tight. Biceps plumped, thighs thickened. Luckily, Casey’s immaculate scent distracted me from any pain I should’ve felt. Abs became more prominent, and I soon felt my own pectorals begin pushing me away from Casey. Legs elongated to bring me to a proper 6′2. My feet stretched against the ground, toes lingering further away from me as my soles reached an impossible Size 16. I felt my buttocks inflate behind me as well, the famous “hockey butt” problem now becoming a major issue for me.
“Now that’s the proper body! You look like an off-season NHL player.”
A wave of pride rushed over me.
“Next, just a few tweaks and we’ll be all set. First, let’s fix that nose.”
My sniffing stopped for a split second. A painful crunch echoed inside Casey’s pit, but I didn’t feel a thing. I did feel the new weight to my nose however, for it had now swollen a little larger.
“Every hockey player breaks a bone at some point,” Casey remarked. “Let’s get some more hair on that face too–it’s looking a little bare.”
Instantly, my eyebrows thickened and I felt the familiar tickling sensation cover my jaw. A respectable beard and mustache grew in, itching against Casey’s pit while I took in his scent.
“Now Nolan, I’ve given you a lot of things, but unfortunately you were a bad boy.”
I felt the disappointment from earlier wash over me again.
“You were a bad boy, so now you have to accept the punishment.”
Casey was right, I had been a bad boy before he showed me the right way. I deserved this.
“That’s an impressive cock you have here, I’m guessing it’s almost 8 inches hard.”
Over the course of this whole ideal, I’d been subconsciously humping the couch. My throbbing dick was aching for release, waiting for Casey to say the words. Sure, I was straight, but loving Casey was beyond simple human sexuality.
“Bad boys must learn obedience, submission is key.”
As he uttered each syllable, I felt the head of my dick lower. It grew thinner and shorter with every vowel that passed through Casey’s lips. My balls also shriveled down, becoming little grapes rubbing softly against the edge of the couch. Still hard as ever, I continued to passionately sniff and grind. The cock that had just been named “impressive” by my idol was now nothing more than a pecker. I guessed it was now under 4 inches hard.
“Much better, wouldn’t you agree, Nolan? Can’t have you going around with that long tin can you had previously.”
I should’ve been angry, furious even that he’d stripped me of my manhood. But instead I was completely content; delighted even. Whatever pleased Casey pleased me.
“Before we finish off with the personality rewrite, we gotta fix that name: Nolan Langlin.” Casey phrased my name again in that crude way. His tongue coating it in mud and grime.
“I’m thinking something a little more common, a little dumber, and something to always remind you of your punishment.”
Even with my head shoved in his armpit, I’m confident Casey knew I agreed with him.
— —
“Thank you once again for your participation, any information truly does help.”
It had been almost three weeks since Casey had led me to my new role in society, his society. After my physical reincarnation, Casey had given me a new history and purpose in life. He informed me of my new roles, both in the real world and under his rule. After we had finished, I had immediately applied and received the position as the university’s new assistant hockey coach. Nobody questioned my spontaneous appearance as people were too distracted by the sudden disappearances of two officers on campus.
Since my enlightenment, I’d bought a new home on the other side of town. An older home, I decorated it with all the proper materials for my new life. Covered in musty furniture, the blandest color schemes, and random masculine signage (like the classic “Man Cave”), my house was now the perfect bachelor pad. And, as one of the few adults under the new domain so far, a frequent visiting place for Casey to plan his next moves. As planned, the chief of the local precinct got word of Casey’s recurrent appearances and decided to investigate.
“No problem,” I guffawed, absorbed by the emptiness of my own fried baritone. “Please, take a seat.”
We both sat down on my porch. He pulled out a small notepad as I made myself comfortable. We wouldn’t be getting too far in this conversation.
“Mind if I record our conversation?” The chief asked, pulling out a phone.
“Not at all.”
“Perfect,” the chief muttered. “Nathan Longtin.”
“Nate’s just fine,” I corrected.
“Alright, Nate, I want to ask you a few questions about Casey Lopez.”
As if on cue, I raised my right arm up and flexed. My bicep and tricep popped out proudly from my orange tee, but it was the jungle of armpit hairs that spilled out that caught the chief’s attention.
“Excuse me…Mr. Longtin?”
“Can you smell that?”
At the end of my metamorphosis, Casey had gifted me with a fragment of his own powerful scent. It did not contain the same miraculous powers he had, but it would be enough to crash a full-grown man’s system in under a minute.
“Smell…what?”
I could tell he was taking it in. The fresh air of the outside world didn’t stand a chance against the sweet, peppery scent Casey had gifted me with. Acting innocently, I threw my other arm up behind my head and pretended to stretch. I kissed my bicep while doing so, getting a whiff for myself.
“What you’re looking for.”
And just like that, I watched as the chief’s eyes dulled over. In seconds, he would pass out on the chair just like I had in Casey’s welcoming arms. I turned off the recording on the other man’s phone before grabbing my own. I texted Casey to come pick up his prize, hoping he would be pleased with me.
Overbearing
"Hey babe, change of plans. My stepfather swapped bodies with me again."
I wanted to be mad-- Cheryl throws the best house parties, but I can't exactly show up with a plus one who's thirty years older than I am! No one would ever believe that my boyfriend's stepfather is an overbearing jerk who frequently swaps bodies with his son. Hell, I barely believed him the first time that it happened. "Dammit, again? You're not just saying that, are you?" He just responded with a photo of his current body.
Yeah, that was his stepfather's body, alright. Another date night cancelled in favor of Netflix and Chill. It kinda sucked, but... it was also the reason that I wasn't actually mad. Brandon's stepfather was an absolute DILF. And as weird as it was, I was slowly getting attracted to his body.
"Guess we'll just have to make the best of it ;)" I said, sending him a reply. He was usually pretty self-conscious about having to be in his stepfather's body, and I can't really blame him. Just a few dates after I had fallen in love with Brandon and his blonde, twink body he showed up like... that. I was probably one of the few people who believed him when he explained what had happened-- I was certainly the only one who stayed around.
"So, what is it this time?" I asked. Frank usually only swapped their bodies if there was something he decided his son wasn't doing correctly. "Did he decide you weren't taking Soccer practice seriously enough, or something?"
"Nah, I don't have a job lined up this summer, and he's convinced I just need to go door to door handing out my resume. I keep telling him it's not the 70's, you apply for jobs online now, not in person. But no, the almighty Frank can't be wrong. I'm just not trying hard enough, and he's gonna keep my body until he gets hired somewhere." I couldn't help but roll my eyes. That was Brandon's stepfather, alright. Such a pompous asshole.
I was able to do some basic cleanup in my bedroom before I heard the tale-tell knock at my apartment's door. "I'm so glad you don't mind," he said, wrapping me in a bear hug. Frank's body was about a foot taller than I was, and I found myself pressed into his musky armpit. "Sorry about the sweat," he said. "I had to spend the day out at the lake. Mom doesn't want to be around either of us when we're swapped like this, and I didn't know where else to go."
It took me a few moments to register what he had said. "Hey, no worries," I said, retreating into the living room to catch my breath. Normally I would have been disgusted, but there was just something so raw, so primal about Frank's musk that was driving me wild. There was no way I would be able to hide this boner! What would Brandon think?
"You don't mind if I make myself at home, do you?" Brandon's question was followed by the soft whumph of fabric hitting the floor.
I turned around to see Frank's naked body on full display, with a massive cock that was just as hard as mine. "Babe, are you? ...I ...what?"
He flashed a smug grin at me as he turned sideways, accenting the length of his borrowed manhood. "It's a bit over eight inches," he said, giving it a bounce. "I know it's a little weird to have sex with Frank's body, but I've seen the way you look at him. I assume you don't mind?"
I couldn't look away. "I feel like I should care that I'm having sex with your stepfather's body before I'm having sex with your body," I said, tossing my shirt to the floor. "But fuck me, I need that cock inside of me."
------------------------------------------------
"God, I love you," I said, feeling his breath on the back of my neck. I hadn't expected to ever be the little spoon in this relationship-- or any relationship, really-- but it was a nice change of pace.
He kissed my neck in response, sending a shiver up my spine as I felt his coarse beard against my skin. "I'm glad this isn't a deal breaker for you. Frank pulls this shit all the time."
"It's weird, but also... I don't mind?" I said. "It's... actually pretty hot," I admitted, rolling over to stare into his eyes. "One question, though. You said Frank's planning to keep your body until he gets you a job, right? Aren't you spending most of the summer with your bio-dad? Who the hell is going to hire someone for three weeks, tops?"
He responded with a coy grin. "Hmm, you might be right. Guess you'll have to put up with Frank's body for a bit longer."