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Merging into one
Merging into one
I am so fat, my belly is hanging low on my crotch, is there any way for me to be a bodybuilder in an instant? And be a himbo?
You looked around in confusion, not sure how you ended up in front of the store before you. You'd stepped out of work for a quick lunch break, heading to your favorite fast food joint. At some point you must have gotten turned around, too busy looking down at your phone.
There was no sign on the building in front of you to indicate what it sold and thick black curtains hung across the windows, obfuscating the inside. Intrigued, you decided to take a quick look. Your boss wouldn't be happy if you were back late from lunch, but it was a miserable dead end job anyway.
A young handsome man stood behind the counter of the store, giving you a welcoming smile as you entered. Shelves of glass bottles, books and knickknacks covered the store walls. The man, well dressed in a stylish black outfit, gestured for you to approach.
"Welcome, friend," the man greeted, extending a vial filled with a bright blue liquid sloshing inside.
"Is this a new store? I don't think I've ever seen it before," you commented, glancing around at the paraphernalia surrounding you.
"My store has a tendency to find people when they require my services the most," the man replied, a devlish grin on his handsome features.
"What's that?" You asked, glancing at the small glass bottle he was holding.
"It's what you want. Drink it and you'll have the body you've always dreamt of."
You reached out for the vial, but the man snatched it away just as you were about to grab it.
"Of course, it will cost you." You reached for your wallet, but the man smirked and shook his head. "Not that kind of cost, I'm afraid. Magic doesn't come for free; in order to get something, you have to give something up."
"What will I be giving up?" You asked with a frown.
"Hard to predict. You could lose your intelligence, or you could grow three decades older. You may completely lose your identity and any memory of who you are. And if you're unlucky, all of them could happen." The man dropped the vial in your open palm, giving you one last wink. "Don't say you weren't warned."
In a flash, you were back in your apartment. You couldn't remember leaving the store or travelling back to your home; something was very strange about that shopkeeper. You stared down at the small vial in your hand. He had promised it would give you the body of your dreams, but at a price. You shrugged, popping the cork in the vial and downing the bitter liquid in one gulp. It's not like you had much to lose in your life, anyway.
You pulled your shirt off and stared at your reflection in the mirror. You looked the same as always; you should have known it was too good to be true. As you continued to inspect yourself, however, you noticed a change to your appearance. Your round tummy seemed to be shrinking down, as if you were a big beach ball slowly being deflated. Your droopy pecs grew firm, your chest tightening. Your shoulders broadened as thick cords of muscles formed along your arms. Your stomach continued to sink in, revealing a defined set of abs as the fat melted away.
As the changes continued, you started to feel light headed. It was getting harder for you to think straight, as if your brain was melting. The man had warned you might become dumber, and that seemed to be true. You'd always believed yourself to be smarter than average, but your intelligence was slipping away from you. Not that you cared; with a body like yours, who needed brains?
Your jeans slid down your legs as your hips narrowed, revealing your new muscular quads. All of the fat on your legs had been converted into hard muscle, defining your thighs and calves. The sight of your new hot body was turning you on, and you could feel your cock hardening in your boxers. You reached down and gave your member a stroke, surprised and delighted to discover it had grown to almost twice its previous length.
Your double chin disappeared as your jawline sharpened. Your gross neck beard reshaped into a well trimmed goatee. Your hair grew longer and wavy, turning from dark brown to a light silver. Laughter lines and wrinkles creased your face, aging you into a man in his mid forties.
Still feeling your engorged member, you admired your new body staring back at you i in the mirror. You were so fucking hot. You had lost about two decades of your life in a matter of minutes, but you didn't care. You were a man in his prime, ready to get some action. You still had a few hours to kill before your shift as a personal trainer at the gym; you pulled out your phone and took a selfie, posting it on Grindr for a quick hookup. The only head you'd be thinking with from now on would be your cock.
Bear Beer
"I'm thirsty. You want a drink?"
Joshua peered over the novel he was reading to look at his friend Landon. He glanced at his phone to check the time and was surprised to see several hours had passed since they first arrived at the beach; he must have gotten caught up in the book he'd been reading.
Joshua and Landon had been best friends since their first year of college together. They had been randomly matched as roommates in the college dorm and quickly hit it off; it didn't take them long to go from roommates to genuine friends. To everyone that knew them, the two guys seemed inseparable; they spent most of their free time together and were rarely seen apart. After finishing their first year of college, they'd rented a two bedroom apartment for the remainder of their time on campus. It was now the summer after their final year, with both men graduating earlier that Spring. To celebrate, they had planned a three week backpacking trip across Europe for just the two of them. It was a bittersweet feeling; they were both excited to start the next chapter of their lives but knew they wouldn't be spending nearly as much time together once their trip came to an end.
Landon and Joshua were often mistaken for one a other, and sometimes strangers even thought they were twins. The men did share similar features: they were both tall, broad and muscular, their sculpted bodies evidence of the long hours put in at the gym on a daily basis. They had the same wavvy light blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and charming smile. Anyone who spent any time with the men, however, quickly realized the two could not be more different personality wise.
Landon was the true definition of an extrovert, loving to chat up friends and strangers alike. He was also known notoriously as a flirt, with a different woman by his side every weekend it seemed like. He didn't mean to be cruel and never set out to break hearts; he just had a short attention span and would inevitably get bored, looking for the next relationship which would give him a fresh jolt of excitement. Joshua rarely even had the time to learn the name of Landon's girlfriend before she'd be replaced with a new one. All of Landon's time spent socializing left him precious little time to devote to his studies, which suited him just fine. He was all about doing the bare minimum to just scrape by and graduate. He didn't really have a plan on what to do now that he was done college, but the lack of a road map didn't scare him. He was used to living day by day without too much concern for the future, and was sure everything would work out fine for him.
Joshua, on the other hand, was as introverted and shy as Landon was loud and social. He loved to spend time with Landon and other close friends, but also cherished his alone time. Joshua had never felt any romantic interest towards women or men; he knew there were more rewarding ways to spend his time than entangling himself in the messy world of sex and relationships. He'd never had a romantic partner and had no motivation to change that. He'd already lined up an internship at a prestigious tech firm, set to start after returning from their trip.
"Where are you going to get us drinks from?" Joshua asked. The beach they were on was pretty secluded, and they were the only two beach goers that Joshua could see along the shoreline. They'd heard of the beach from the owner of the hostel where they were staying, who had described it as one of the city's hidden gems.
"I'm pretty sure I saw a kiosk down that way when we first arrived," Landon pointed. It had been a short hike from their hostel to the beach, taking them less than an hour to arrive.
"I'm not sure it would be open. We seem to be the only ones on the beach," Joshua observed.
"I don't mind taking a stroll to find out," Landon replied, rising from his towel and shaking the sand off his lower body. "You want something?"
"I wouldn't say no to a beer," Joshua nodded before turning his attention back to his book.
It didn't take Landon long to find the kiosk he'd seen earlier. On first glance, it appeared that Joshua was right; the stand looked deserted with no one in sight. Landon was about to admit defeat and return to Joshua when a voice spoke out from behind him.
"You lookin' for something, son?"
Landon spun around, startled, to see a handsome man in his late forties grinning at him. The man was dressed casually in jeans and a polo; his friendly demeanor quickly put Landon at ease.
"Yeah, looking for a drink, if that's not too much trouble," Landon requested as the man stepped in behind the kiosk counter.
"Not too much trouble at all. Glad to finally have a customer!" The man's calloused hands rested on the counter between them as he spoke.
"Anything you'd recommend?" Landon asked.
"Yes, actually. We've got a local brewer offering a new beer. They've provided us with a pack to give out for free to get some feedback." The man dropped behind the counter for a minute before standing back up, setting two identical beer bottles on the counter.
"Free? Hell yeah, sounds good to me," Landon grinned grabbing the two bottles off the counter.
"Just stop by before you leave to let me know what you and your friend think of the beer, yeah?" The man called out as Landon turned to leave. Landon acknowledged the man's request with a wave over his shoulder. He was almost back to Joshua when he felt an uneasy feeling: the man had known he was with another guy on the beach. Landon hadn't mentioned Joshua, but still the man had offered him two beers and had asked for feedback from both him and his friend. Of course, it was always possible the man had seen them when they'd originally walked by several hours ago. And the man had probably assumed he'd be with someone else, since who went to the beach by themselves? Landon shook off his unease, sure he was overthinking it.
"What'd you get me?" Joshua asked, reaching out and grabbing the bottle that Landon offered him.
"Something local," Landon replied, looking down at his bottle and reading the label for the first time, "Bear Beer."
Joshua took a small sip, spitting out the rancid liquid as soon as it hit his tongue. "Man that is awful!" Joshua choked, "It tastes like sweat and BO."
Landon gave his bottle an appraising sniff before taking a swig himself. It wasn't the most pleasant drink he'd ever had, but it wasn't the worst either. "I don't think it's THAT bad. You're being overdramatic."
Joshua took another hesitant sip. It was still awful, but not quite as shocking as the first. He managed to gulp it down with some effort. "Last time I let you pick out the beer without supervision."
Landon reached out and gave Joshua a playful tap on the shoulder. "Shut up and drink your beer."
The two men sat in a comfortable silence, looking out at the calm blue sea before them. Neither of them wanted to say it out loud, but they were quickly approaching the end of their trip. They didn't know when they'd next see each other, or for how long.
"I think they call it Bear Brew because the scent is strong enough to ward off bears," Joshua joked, tipping the bottle up to his lips and downing the last drops. Despite his initial protest, with each sip he'd found the beer increasingly tolerable. He still wasn't convinced he'd ever want to drink it again, but at least he had the opportunity to experience a local flavor.
"Oh yeah? I reckon it's called Bear Brew cause only real men can drink it without bitching like a sissy," Landon replied, setting his own empty bottle down in the sand.
"Wow, your humor remains sharp as ever," Joshua rolled his eyes.
"Come on, let's go for a quick swim before heading back to the hostel," Landon suggested, rising from his beach blanket once more.
"You go on ahead, I'll join you in a minute. I've got a few pages left in this chapter," Joshua answered, grabbing and reopening his paperback.
Landon shook his head as he strode towards the water. He loved Joshua like a brother, but he wasn't the adventurous type. If Landon didn't push Joshua out of him comfort zone every now and again, he'd spend his entire life with his nose buried in a book.
Landon waded into the water, the cold temperature a pleasant relief from the heat of the day. He was feeling a little bloated from the Bear Beer, but thought a quick swim would help. He plunged beneath the water's surface, admiring how clear and blue the sea was.
Unbeknownst to Landon, his body was starting to undergo a drastic transformation. It started with his stomach: his once tight, washboard abs softened, the muscles hiding under a newly developed layer of fat that expanded into a round beer belly. His firm pecs quickly followed suit, sagging slightly as they beefed up. Landon's broad shoulders narrowed, his defined biceps softening as they were enveloped in fat. He still had some definition, but he had lost the chiseled physique he worked so hard to attain; he now had a heavy, beefier build.
As he continued to splash around in the water, Landon's smooth skin grew weathered and rough. He could feel his blood rushing to his groin, stiffening his member. His cock was already above average in size, and as it grew longer and thicker the speedo he wore strained to contain it. Landon reached one of his thick, meaty hands down and gripped his erection, adjusting it through the speedo. Landon's tight ass expanded, filling with fat so it now jiggled with every step he took.
Landon's hair shortened and thinned as his hairline receded, the blonde colour fading to a light gray. His square jaw rounded out, developing a slight double chin while a beard sprouted around his lips. Wrinkles formed around his eyes and mouth, his youthful visage fading. He absentmindedly started to scratch his chest as dark gray hairs grew in along his new burly pecs and belly; even a few gray pubic hairs poked out from the top of his speedo.
Landon glanced back in the direction of the beach; what was taking Joshua so long? After another quick dip in the water, Landon made his way back to the sandy shore. Joshua was right where he'd left him, completely enraptured by his book.
"Babe, what the hell?" Landon asked his husband, crossing his arms as he stood over the other man. "I thought you were going to come swimming with me."
Joshua set his book down, flashing an apologetic smirk in Landon's direction. Joshua had undergone a similar transformation to Landon, now also a muscular, albeit chubby, man in his early fifties. The two men were on their annual vacation, and Joshua had promised to make an effort to be present in the moment. His job as COO at his tech firm ate up a lot of his time at home, so this vacation was a much needed chance to spend some quality time together.
"Sorry, Landon. You know how I can lose myself when reading a good book." Joshua sat up on his beach blanket, kneeling in front of Landon. He reached a hand out and gently stroked his husband's hard member through the speedo. "Want me to make it up to you?"
Landon growled in barely controlled lust at his husband's seduction. Even after nearly thirty years of marriage, the sexual chemistry between Landon and Joshua was electric. It was just one of the many things Landon loved about Joshua; he was a master in the bedroom. Landon reached down and pulled Joshua up so the two men were standing face to face. He leaned in, giving his lover a quick kiss. "Let's get back to the hotel. Then maybe...just maybe...you can make it up to me in the jacuzzi," Landon winked.
The men hurriedly packed up their belongings, eager to get back to the privacy of their lodging. Hand in hand, the husbands strolled down the beach in the direction of their hotel. They passed the kiosk where the man who had served them the beer still loitered. Landon and Joshua gave the man a friendly wave to which the man returned, a knowing smile on his lips.
The Switch - Part 2
Read Part 1 here
Chase pulled the door to the locker room open, toweling the sweat off his face. It was Friday evening, and usually he'd be getting ready for a night out with the boys around this time. His goal for this semester was to bulk up, so he'd been putting in extra long hours at the gym and cutting back on his partying. He'd had the entire gym to himself today, which suited him just fine; his slender frame made him self conscious to work out in front of his more muscular peers.
As he'd expected, the locker room was also vacant at this time of night. He opened up his locker, grabbing his backpack and the change of clothes he'd stashed in there earlier. He stripped off his muscle shirt and shorts, flexing in the mirror and frowning at his reflection. No matter how much or how often he lifted, Chase felt like it was impossible to gain muscle, his build remaining toned but slim.
His bright yellow briefs were soaked in sweat, and Chase decided to have a quick shower before making the walk back to his residence. He slid the briefs off, grabbing a towel as he entered the showers. While rinsing off, Chase's thoughts drifted to Coach Thomas, his football coach. He often found himself daydreaming about his coach's big, beefy body and rugged good looks. Chase sometimes wondered if the feeling of attraction between them was mutual; he sensed an unspoken connection between them. He just as quickly dismissed the idea, shaking his head; Coach Thomas could have anyone he wanted. Why would he ever be attracted to Chase, a skinny little college student?
Chased turned the shower off, heading back out to his locker before pulling on a pair of loose red boxers. He finished getting dressed into his street attire, now wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt.
As Chase packed his used gym clothes into his bag, he noticed that one of the lockers was slightly ajar, unlocked - whoever owned the locker must have forgotten to close it properly. Curious, Chase walked over to the locker and swung it open to peer inside.
He instantly recognized the belongings of Coach Thomas. There was a hoodie and pair of sweatpants that Chase had seen Coach wear countless times in the past. Chase's heart fluttered; he idolized his Coach. Being so close to the older man's personal belongings felt like an invasion of privacy, but it was also a thrill. Chase reached out to grab a pair of black boxers out of the locker, feeling the soft silky fabric between his fingertips.
Chase's member was beginning to stiffen as he fondled his coach's underwear. Coach Thomas was the epitome of a perfect man, in Chase's eyes; the man exuded confidence, masculinity and maturity. Chase wasn't sure if he wanted to be with Coach or be Coach - both fantasies were equally alluring to him.
Realizing he had the perfect opportunity, Chase stuffed Coach's boxers into his backpack before he slammed Coach's locker shut. He was in such a rush he neglected to realize his own yellow briefs were still sitting on the bench where he'd taken them off. No sooner had he zipped up his backpack then he heard the door to the locker room open. He looked up in alarm as Coach Thomas strolled into the room.
"Oh, Hey Coach," Chase tried to sound nonchalant, feeling his cheeks redden. He took a deep breath to calm himself, forcing a smile.
"Chase," Coach Thomas replied with a stiff nod, "You're here late." Was it Chase's imagination, or was Coach looking at him with suspicion?
"Yeah, I decided to git the gym. Trying to put on some muscle," Chase tried to sound casual, playing it cool. The longer he stayed in the locker room, the more time Coach would have to figure out that something was up.
"Anyways, I got to get going. Have a good weekend, Coach." Chase practically sprinted out of the locker room, desperate to get away from Coach Thomas.
On the short walk back to his place, Chase kept glancing anxiously over his shoulder. His heart was pounding in his chest; at any moment he expected someone to grab his shoulder and confront him for stealing Coach's boxers. He didn't let out a sigh of relief until he has inside his apartment with the front door bolted.
"Hello? Anyone home?" He called out, to no response. His roommates were already out, as he'd expected, and wouldn't be back for several hours. He slung his backpack off and unzipped it, pulling out Coach's boxers. He couldn't believe he'd actually gotten away with stealing them right out from under Coach Thomas' nose. Chase lifted the underwear to his nose and took a deep breath, inhaling Coach's musky odour. The pungent stench of Coach's crotch was driving Chase wild, and he could feel his dick stiffening once more.
He rushed to the bathroom and stripped his clothes off, throwing them to the floor with reckless abandon. After one last whiff, Chase pulled Coach's boxers up his slender legs and over his erection, snapping the waistband around his narrow hips. He studied his reflection in the mirror, flexing his arms; maybe his dedication was starting to pay off at the gym after all. He felt like he had more definition than he remembered seeing earlier in the locker room.
Chase rubbed his throbbing member through Coach's boxers. He often fantasized about sleeping with Coach Thomas, but his fantasies equally involved him being Coach Thomas. Coach was so masculine, so powerful, so confident - his very presence commanded the attention of those around him. His thick burly build was everything that Chase aspired to be, desperate to leave his twinklike appearance behind and become a real man.
Chase continued to stare at himself in the mirror. His toned, slender arms twitched, a muscle spasm running through them. As the sinew in his biceps and triceps contracted, his arms began to swell, thickening with muscle. His arms filled out considerably, tendons and ligaments developing beneath the skin. Chase looked down at his body, admiring his enlarged, beefy arms. His shoulders quickly followed suit, broadening as his narrow frame widened. Chase shifted his stance to accommodate the weight and muscle his slim build was quickly putting on, shocked by his new bulky appearance.
Chase studied Coach's boxers hanging around his waist. They had been baggy and loose, but he was starting to fill them out nicely with his growing body. He wondered if wearing them was causing the changes, and if he would be able to stop them if he took them off. But did he want it to stop? Wasn't this the body he'd always wanted?
Chase's torso was the next to change, beginning with his flat chest. His almost nonexistent pecs bulged, growing beefy with muscle whilst his nipples enlargened. His meaty pecs softened as his body started to fatten, losing some of their definition but remaining firm and powerful. The abs that Chase had worked so hard for over the past several months vanished in an instant, fading away as his stomach bloated into a round belly. Chase rubbed his new paunch with satisfaction, delighted by his thick midsection. With every passing moment, he was becoming more and more like Coach Thomas, just as he'd always wished.
Chase's rearside was not immune to the metamorphosis. His tight round butt began to plump up, bulging with muscle and fat. It continued to inflate, causing the boxers to grow even tighter around him. His slender legs looked out of place in comparison to his bulky upper half, but they wouldn't for much longer. His thighs and quads ballooned with muscle, growing thick and sturdy.
Chase's already rock hard cock began to throb, begging for release. He reached a hand down and stroked himself through the boxers. His soft warm skin grew weathered, losing its youthful glow. Dark brown hairs quickly sprouted from his smooth body, covering his legs and arms while a thick treasure trail formed along his belly. Other than his crotch and head, Chase was identical to Coach Thomas now.
"This is fucking incredible," he whispered to himself, hearing the deep booming voice of Coach Thomas emerging from his lips. His facial features began to shift, his jawline squaring out as his cute face matured into a more masculine visage. His forehead expanded as his blonde hair darkened and shortened, his hairline receding. His eyebrows thickened while his button nose widened, his lips cracking as they grew chapped with age. A dark stubble spread along his chin, covering the lower half of his face in a well maintained beard.
Chase let out a manly grunt as his dick finally spewed, shooting out thick ropes of cum into the boxers. His cock grew long and girthy, his balls swelling to over twice their original size and filling with Coach Thomas' sperm.
With the physical conversion now complete, Chase looked at the reflection of Coach Thomas in the mirror. He had no idea how he had undergone such a miraculous transformation, but was stoked to have the body of his Coach. He couldn't wait to show off his new look to all his friends, reaching down and cupping a feel of his massive member.
His excitement was short lived, however. A splitting headache suddenly overtook Chase, his vision blurring. The mental changes were even quicker than the physical alteration; in mere seconds Chase was gone, Coach Thomas having completely taken over.
Coach Thomas looked around the unfamiliar bathroom, scratching his head in confusion. He wasn't in his apartment or on the college campus, so where the hell was he? He glanced down, realizing he was practically naked other than his cum filled boxers.
"What the fuck?" He wondered aloud. Was he at the house of a hookup, maybe? But surely he'd be able to remember that, unless he'd gotten completely wasted the night before.
Thomas cautiously pulled open the bathroom door. It was all quiet in the apartment, as far as he could tell. "Hello?" He called out, to no response. He let out a small sigh of relief, seemingly alone for now.
There were clothes on the bathroom floor, but they were too small for him. Entering the apartment hallway, he wandered into the nearest bedroom hoping to find some of his own clothes. He was surprised to find a closet full of football gear with the college's name emblazoned across the front; was he at the home of one of his athlete's? Thomas hoped he hadn't fucked one of his students in a drunken stupor. He found a hoodie and pair of sweatpants he was able to squeeze into and quickly dressed.
Thomas' mind was racing as he hurried for the apartment door. Why was he experiencing blackouts? What the hell had happened in the bathroom before he came to his senses? He'd have time to think about that later, but right now he was desperate to get out of wherever the hell he was and back to his own place.
Thomas pulled open the apartment door only to come face to face with Chase standing outside in the hallway. The younger man had a set of keys in his hand, looking up at Thomas with a puzzled expression.
"Coach?" Chase asked, laughing nervously. "What are you doing in my apartment?"
Thomas blushed bright red, struggling to come up with a reasonable explanation. While he stumbled over his words, he noticed that Chase's attire looked extremely familiar.
"Are you wearing my clothes?" Thomas asked. This was one hell of a weird day.
Accidentally transforming my boyfriend into my football coach - Part 2
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For the first time in what felt like forever, Coach Ryerson felt free. Even better, he felt powerful. Over the last few decades, Ryerson had dedicated the best years of his life to help younger, luckier men achieve their dreams. He tirelessly worked with his team on and off the field, coaching countless of his students to the big league. He didn't ask for much in return; all he wanted was the respect of his players. He needed to feel like all of his hard work meant something. So when someone had started stealing his clothes a few months ago, it had been a huge blow to his ego.
He had gone home and ranted to his husband about how betrayed he felt. Brody had been very smpathetic of Ryerson's situation, having seen firsthand how much his husband cared about his students.
"You need to teach those boys a lesson," Brody had suggested, perusing the bookshelf that contained his spellbooks. Brody had short grey hair and a neatly trimmed beard, with a lean but well toned physique.
"How? I don't even know who's stealing from me. It could be any of the players. Or all of them," Ryerson moped, "Besides, the college wouldn't let me do anything anyways. They'd side with the players, saying 'boys will be boys'."
"Luckily you're married to me," Brody smirked at Ryerson, grabbing the tome he'd been searching for. "All I need to do is put a spell on your clothes, and the magic will take care of identifying AND punishing the culprit."
"Not a bad idea," Ryerson had nodded in agreement. "What kind of spell?"
"You'll have to wait and see," Brody winked, leaning in for a kiss.
Now, inhabiting the body of one of his players, Ryerson felt unstoppable. He didn't care about the rules anymore, or what was right or wrong. He was going to do what he wanted, and right now Ryerson wanted John. He flashed John a cocky grin, slowly strutting across the locker room. His massive cock was rock hard, the swollen mushroom head dripping with precum.
"I know you want me, John," Coach growled seductively, reaching out and gently running his fingers across John's chest. "I've seen the way you stare at me during practice. I know all about your little crush."
Ryerson slid his hand down John's torso, caressing the younger man's chiseled abs. Ryerson's touch was electric, sending sparks of ecstacy throughout John's whole body. John wanted to tell his Coach to stop, but being in such close proximity to Ryerson was making him disoriented; it was difficult to focus or resist.
"I...I don't understand what's happening..." John muttered in a daze. He needed to get away, needed to get help for Aaron. His boyfriend had miraculously transformed into the beast of a man standing before him, but the panic that John initially felt was quickly subsiding. He knew this was all wrong, but he found it difficult to care. The spell was amplifying John's pre-existing crush on Ryerson, leaving John in his Coach's thrall.
"It's okay, John," Ryerson leaned in and whispered soothingly in John's ear, his touch continuing to slide down John's body. Finally reaching John's crotch, Coach took a firm grip of John's erect member through the underwear. He slowly started to stroke his hand along John's shaft, and John let out a moan in pleasure.
"Doesn't that feel good, John?" Coach asked.
"Yes, but...Aaron," John stammered, trying to focus his thoughts. The harder he tried to think about his boyfriend, the more clouded his mind was becoming. It was becoming increasingly difficult for John to think of anything but Coach Ryerson.
Ryerson took John by the hand and led him over to one of the wooden benches. Coach pushed John onto the bench, forcing him into a seated position. The veiny head of Ryerson's dick was mere inches away from John's lips, leaking a delicious trail of precum. Not able to control his desires, John leaned forward and hungrily licked up Ryerson's precum with his tongue.
"Go on, John," Coach moaned encouragingly, running his hands through John's jet black hair, "Suck on it."
The sweaty musk emanating from Ryerson's cock and balls was intoxicating. Thoughts of Aaron and everything else quickly faded from John's mind, until his single thought was Coach Ryerson. Gingerly, he parted his lips and took in the tip of Coach Ryerson's cock. Ryerson grabbed hold of the back of John's head as he began to thrust his dick into the other man's mouth. John had limited experience sucking dick; he'd only previously sucked off Aaron, who had a considerably shorter and thinner cock than Coach. John nearly gagged as he sucked on Ryerson, but relaxed his jaw and started to tongue the swollen tip of his mentor's member. His gag reflex subsided and John started to bob his head back and forth, taking in more and more of Coach's cock until the man's big hairy balls were smacking him in the face.
"Yes!" Ryerson cried out ecstatically. His whole body was tensing, craving release.
John could feel Ryerson's body began to seize up and knew that his Coach must have been getting close. He increased the momentum of his thrusts, pulling his own cock out from his briefs and jerking himself. He wanted to taste Ryerson's sweet and salty seed more than anything.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Coach grunted, his hips spasming as his dick erupted. John hungrily swallowed Coach Ryerson's seed as it was pumped directly into his mouth and down his throat. It was the most exquisite thing he'd ever tasted, and he wanted every last drop. After several seconds, the spurts of cum finally subsided and Coach Ryerson slowly slid his dick from John's mouth.
"Fuck, Coach," John panted breathlessly, wiping away some excess semen that was dripping down his chin, "That was insanely hot."
"We're just getting started, stud," Coach Ryerson laughed mischievously, looking down at his student and giving him a wink.
Coach pulled John back to his feet. John was still in a daze, his body on autopilot as it responded to Coach's touch. Ryerson knelt down in front of John, picking up the boxers he'd discarded on the floor earlier. He slid John's briefs down the young man's legs, giving John's exposed erection a few strokes. Ryerson maneuvered his own boxers up John's legs and over his crotch, snapping the waistband at John's hips. "Coach...?" John struggled to regain his composure, afraid of what the boxers would do to him. "Come on John, don't you want the body of a real man?" Coach Ryerson smirked.
John could feel the boxers heat up; a strange, pleasing sensation flowed into his body from the underwear. The power entering his body filled him with bliss, and John felt like he was about to cream any second. Ryerson watched on as the changes began, beating off his own dick all the while. John grew taller, going from a height of 5'7 to 6'1. His feet expanded as his legs bulked up, growing thick with muscle while losing some of their definition. John's tight firm ass rounded out, a soft layer of fat cushioning his butt. He moaned in pleasure, reaching a hand down to his crotch as he felt his cock start to expand. His average sized dick grew four inches longer and doubled in girth until it was the same size as Coach's package. John's balls dropped, swelling to the size of oranges as they quickly filled with cum. John's chest began to swell with muscle and fat. He'd had the lean defined frame of a runner, but that quickly disappeared as he packed on the pounds. His pecs inflated with muscle while his abs bulged outwards, leaving him with a small round belly. His shoulders broadened while his biceps thickened with definition, the veins in his arms bulging out. A thick treasure trail formed on John's chest as coarse dark brown hairs emerged from his skin. Similar hairs sprouted from his legs and arms, leaving the previously smooth young man with a hirsute body. The pleasure eradiating from John's cock continued to grow until John could not contain himself anymore. He let out a deep manly grunt as his cock started to spurt out cum, drenching the boxers he was wearing in semen. At the sight of his student cumming, Coach Ryerson let out an animalistic roar and began to ejaculate as well. John's face began to mature as he started to take on the same facial features as Coach. He lost his round, boyish face as his jaw squared out and he grew some stubble on his chin. His sky blue eyes darkened to a mossy green while his styled, slicked back hair shortened into a crew cut and grew lighter, settling at a dark brown colour with some silver highlights throughout. Coach Ryerson looked at his former student, who was now an exact replica of himself. The new Coach Ryerson slid off his boxers so he was now naked as well, slowly running his hands along his rock hard shaft.
"Well, I think we taught those boys a lesson," He laughed.
The new Ryerson continued to stroke his shaft, the tip of his cock oozing out cum. The original Coach got down on his knees and placed his clone's dick in his mouth, hungrily swallowing his seed. It was incredibly hot to be able to suck on his own cock; Coach had always fantasized about making love to himself, but he had never thought it a possibility before today.
"Holy fuck, that's so hot," The new Coach grinned at the original. He ogled his clone lustfully, taking in his handsome face, beefy bod and gargantuan cock. Coach had always known he was a good looking man, but being able to admire himself up close and personal was providing a newfound appreciation for his own sexiness.
"What do you say we take this to the showers?" The original Coach asked, raising his eyebrows seductively and running his hands along the new Ryerson's cum covered chest. He raised his fingers to his lips and slowly licked up the semen, never breaking eye contact with his twin. "I think we need to clean you up."
The two Coaches made their way from the locker room area of the changeroom to the showers, both men naked and rock hard. The Coach trailing behind had his eyes fixated on his duplicate's rear end, watching as his round ass bounced with every step he took. He wanted nothing more to shove his raging boner up that hole and fuck himself. The two Coaches were so fixated on each other's bodies they neglected to notice that the discarded boxers had been left on one of the locker room benches.
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One More Game
Caleb Delaney had heard the ring story so many times that the words had worn grooves in his patience.
State championship. Fourth quarter. Mud everywhere. Frank Delaney playing through a knee that should have taken him out in the second half. One last drive. One last hit. The kind of game old men turned into legend because no one could prove how much of it had been real.
The ring sat in a wooden box in Frank’s den, tucked beside yellowed newspaper clippings and a framed photograph of a younger version of Caleb’s father. In the picture, Frank was eighteen, broad-shouldered and grinning, hair thick and dark, one hand raised as if he could still hear the crowd. He looked nothing like the man standing in the den now.
Work buddies
Bath Muscle-that bath bombs are back and better than ever!!!!!
Daddification Muscle-thanks to @ultram0th for the prompt...
Nobody said that being a big boy is easy or cheap. Time to get your new latex suit Bradley... you have outgrown it again for the third time this year 😈
This massive bearded stud sits on the couch in his skin tight black latex singlet that is already tearing at the seams from his enormous muscles. The shiny rubber clings desperately to his powerful chest and thick thighs while his heavy bulge stretches the material to its limit.
He has grown so much that even the strongest suits do not last. Time for another upgrade 💦🖤
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昨日、この状態で90分くらい経過していた件😆
ゴメを経験したことのない世代からすると体感どんな感じだったのかめちゃくちゃ気になる。幻覚剤らしいからL.SDと作用そんなに変わらないと勝手に予想してるんだけど、🧊の軽い版って言ってる人もいたしどうなんだろ…
ちなみに自分はL.SD好きでよくやりますが🧊とは体感全然違います。