Lucas wanted to start his fitness journey but he didnt know where to start. Laying around scrolling on tiktok he kept getting ads for this stepper machine.
He kept ignoring it but whenever the ad would pop up he'd stare at the hot girl on the machine, obviously she had worked on her body with more than that but what could it hurt to try.
As he added it to his amazon cart he noticed two versions, a "gay" and a "straight" one. There was no difference in how they looked or anything and the straight one was sold out so he decided to get the gay one. It was probably just some marketing gimmick anyways.
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Once the little machine had arrived he tore it open eagerly. He was excited to get rid of his stomach. He frowned slightly as he noticed the rainbow colored sticker on the bottom of the machine. He shook it off as he placed it on his wooden floor.
He got on as he started to pump up and down. The machine going how it was meant to. He put on a show as he continued on the little stepper.
The next day he woke up sore, his whole body ached like the little stepper was an entire routine. His feet peeked out from under his blanket, they looked a little bigger but he didnt notice that.
As the days went by he would go on the little stepper for at least an hour a day, not noticing how much the little thing was changing him. His receding hairline crept forward, making his thin hair thicker. His fat melted off his body, becoming lean juicy muscle, his skin darkened into a nice tan like he spent hours hiking, his face defined itself into perfection with cheekbones a gucci model would be envious of.
Although he didnt notice his physical changes, he could feel the mental ones. How he'd wake up more energetic and be more charismatic to people, how others seemed to be naturally attracted to him, but most of all he noticed how much he preferred the attention of men now. Whenever he'd think of girls a cute twink would take her place. No boobs, instead a nice pair of lean pecs for him to lick.
He couldn't control himself when he saw a cute guy, it was like he was going througg puberty again.
his large calves pulsated as sweat ran down his 6'8 sculpted body. Something he never really had to work for and just had. His trim waist and broad shoulders would say other wise, but he never had a gym membership. He wiped the sweat off his brow as he continued watching sone dumb reality tv show about gay guys. Everyone was so incredibly hot he couldn't keep focus.
All he could think about now was railing some random twink.
/ happy pride! Got some requests for a twink tf so here ya go I also think this is my first ever 2 part story, I usually never do that! However the story got incredibly long and so I wanted to give you guys this one slowly ;)
/Straight to gay, the tf doesn't finish until part 2
/tw: use of f slur, misogyny
James hated being a personal trainer. He thought that he would get to hit on all the ladies but they barely came to him. Unbeknownst to him his reputation of being an asshole has dissuaded the general public to his services, the only ones that were willing were gay guys that had a thing for being talked down to. Constantly he would complain about the sissies coming in, but he tried to remain cordial. Although how well he was able to hide his animosity was another story. He admitted that he did feel a bit of a rush whenever a fag would be checking him out, not because he was gay or anything– but because he felt powerful. Like he had these gay men in the palm of his hand. He just wished that some bitches would come get trained by him too.
Recently this guy, Luke, has been coming in to see James, and he was forward- a bit too forward for his liking. It had been a few months and the twink wouldn't stop hitting on him, but he couldn't lose another client. His boss had threatened to fire him if he kept losing clients– so he was stuck. James thinks that Luke knows this and is using it to his advantage.
"God you're so gloomy today Jamesy" Luke said after their first set. James hated when Luke called him that.
"Dont worry about it boy, keep doing your sets"
Luke scoffed, "if you weren't so hot I'd quit on spot ya'know. You treat me like a kid but I'm older than you”
James went quiet. He was so tired of Luke but his boss was watching him like a hawk. Trying to not look at Luke’s face he averted his gaze, looking down at Luke James realized something he’s never seen before– how nice Luke’s legs were. He had seen the twink’s legs plenty of times, it was literally his job to watch his form. Maybe the workouts were finally working out, however for some reason he couldn’t stop staring.
*snap*
“A little distracted are we?” Luke whispered, “Seems like ol’ James might have a little fruit in the tank after all.”
“What the hell are you talking about, get back to it.”
—
Over the next week James couldn't really explain what was happening to him. No girl was grabbing his attention and usually he would be able to at least settle with some chick for the night. At least he had his bro Tristan to keep him company at the bars.
“Bro I just don't get it, none of these bitches are doin’ it for me lately. I just need to fuuuckkk, a man can only goon so much.”
“C'mon big guy chill out, I'm sure you'll find someone tonight” Tristan reassured him. Little to James’ knowledge Tristan was bi and had been trying to get with him since they became friends.
Listening to Tristan he thought about what a good friend he’s been over the years, he felt like he was unfair to him at times– but even then he still stuck by him. He was so loyal, kind, charming, kinda cute, sexy–
Shit.
With Tristan's hand on his shoulder he felt something stir in his pants. He looked down embarrassed. Tristan only took a second to think before immediately taking initiative.
“Do you want me to help you with that?... big guy” Tristan's grip tightened. Immediately James got harder.
Tristan struggled to fully wrap his arm around the shoulders of the taller man, opting to grab James by his waist, “let’s get out of here.” James nodded, bright red.
What the fuck is going on with me, Why can’t I stop?
“Luckily I’m right down the road or we would’ve had to fuck in the bathroom stall” Tristan snickered.
“Shh- not so loud!”
“Please, like everyone didn't see your giant ass dick sticking straight out”
James felt like a complete prisoner in his body. It wanted what it wanted, and right now what it wanted was to fuck his best friend.
—
As soon as the door closed James pushed Tristan onto the couch. He had been hungry like never before, ripping off Tristan’s tight black tank top like he was a gift on christmas eve. His tongue explored Tristan’s body, trailing down from his neck as he grazed his sweaty pecs and abs. Unbuckling his pants, sniffing the musk coming from Tristan’s crotch.
He was in heaven.
A look of confusion came across James’ face as he looked down at his cock, sure it was sizable but he swore that it looked a little smaller. It didn’t matter right now, he just need to fuck Tristan. Getting on top James slid his cock in between Tristan’s muscular ass cheeks.
“Fuck stop teasing me” Tristan whimpered out.
“You wanna talk about teasing?” James bit back as he reached around Tristan, rubbing his nipples. As he did so he slid into him slowly.
“F-fuck you’re so big…”
“I know, slut”
He started slow, he had never given anal– or received it for that matter. He was scared to hurt Tristan, an instinct he never felt when he was with a girl. He picked up the pace as the heavy sticky sound of his balls slapping Tristan’s ass reverberated through the apartment. Truthfully, it did not take long for James to cum, it was nothing like he had ever experienced, cumming inside his best friend. He soon realized that Tristan had not cum yet as he flipped him around, Tristan’s thick cock pulsating against his abs– leaking pre.
He had never given a blowjob before but seeing Tristan absolutely out of breath so compromised sparked something in him. He spread Tristan’s thick muscular thighs apart as he wrapped his lips around Tristan’s head. He played with him a little as he licked the slit up and down, slowly edging the thick cock further down his throat.
“Oh fuck.. Look up at me baby...” Tristan whimpered, his voice hitching like James had never heard before.
With his pleading eyes Tristan swore that James looked, cuter? His eyes were bigger, his eyelashes longer. Even his hair seemed more like a dirty blonde than brown, a little more grown out then he usually had it. James fully took Tristan’s cock in his mouth as he bopped up and down, his hands– a little smaller– wrapped around Tristan’s waist.
Tristan finally came, James tried to unlatch before– but he was too late. Tristan’s salty seed coming out in ribbons both inside James’ mouth and all over his face.
“Wow, you look adorable. You’re a natural Jamesy.” Tristan huffed out, ruffling James’ slightly lighter hair.
James got up and cuddled up with Tristan, James taking little spoon– craving the protection of a bigger man. Lusting to be dominated, protected.
—
As the morning came, sunlight shone through the blinds in streaks. As soon as James opened his eyes he found Tristan sitting in an armchair across from him, a cup of coffee in his hand and on the table.
“Goodmorning, how do you feel?”
He was conflicted, but he felt good. James nodded his head.
“You should probably get cleaned up, you still have a bit of me in your hair.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?” His voice was not only higher pitched, but flamboyant. The bro-y tone completely gone.
James blushed again, never has he felt so small– especially with Tristan. James stumbled into the bathroom rubbing his eyes. He didn’t entirely remember last night but that was okay, he just remembered feeling good. Splashing water in his face he felt rejuvenated, his eyes focusing on the mirror as he shrieked– his voice higher pitched.
He looked like him, but there were several things wrong. The first thing he noticed was his hair, although the brown was still there in the roots, it looked like his hair had been bleached overnight. His face was softer, not as square. His body was still muscular, although there was definately less mass now.
Tristan rushed in, “WHAT’S GOING ON”
“I look so..” he couldn’t say it, his mouth wouldn’t budge.
“What’s wrong?”
In the mirror behind him Tristan was now taller, not by much but definitely enough to be noticeable considering he used to be taller than him. James broke down crying, falling onto the floor.
“Hey… it’s okay.” Tristan was confused, not knowing why James was being so emotional. He tried to console him, wrapping his muscular arms around James’ now smaller frame.
—
Across the apartment in James’ pants next to the sofa, a light buzz went unnoticed by the both of them.
1 new message + image attachment from; “Client, Luke”
“Heyyy missin u, excited for our sesh today. c u later cutie <3”
The heat was getting to Franco, as a construction worker he barely had any time to relax. Always on the next project, always on the move– his existence was exhausting. He had been in construction since he was old enough to get a job. 16 years old, but back then he just worked in reception. Now he was on the field and salaried, but that didn't mean he hated his life any less. He had not grown into a man that he hoped he would, despite being quite strong from the nearly 35 years of work he wasn't the most attractive. Facial features that didn't make the most sense, a soft non existent jaw, and teeth that were more than a few steps away from perfect. His body ached like hell constantly, tinnitus and back pain had been constants in his life for more than a decade.
He stumbled into the small mobile breakroom, the AC his savior from the sweltering heat that only seemed to get hotter each year. He gulped down as much water as he possibly could as a younger guy, Tristan, watched him. Tristan tried to not show judgement, but his eyes betrayed him. He was a new hire, and in Franco’s eyes he was… okay. Franco seemed to not get along with any of the new people, especially Tristan. Although deep down he knew it was out of jealousy. Tristan; the fresh kind handsome face.
Franco kept comparing himself to Tristan, making him feel worse each day that he saw him. One day in the breakroom Frank overheard Tristan arguing with someone on the phone, he was trying to keep it down but he couldn’t as the argument clearly escalated. It ended with Tristan in tears, leaving Frank to awkwardly console him. After watching the gorgeous man cry, tears falling so picturesquely down his chiseled face, Tristan said that his boyfriend had just broken up with him. Franco was stunned. Not only was he handsome, but he was gay. Since that day Franco kept his distance.
Franco was deeply closeted, he didn’t grow up in a generation of acceptance and he felt it deeper than he could ever know. The 80s were a different time, at least back then he had all of his hair. Franco didn’t fully accept that he was gay, sure when he watched porn he focused on the guy –but that was just because he was appreciating their bodies, not because he was a queer.
“What?” Franco spat out as he wiped away the water from his mouth.
“Nothing Franky, I’ve just never seen someone down water with such gusto.”
“Oh please, you’ve been to a college party before– I can’t be the only one you’ve ever seen chugging”
As they sat their bickering Tristan's eyes shifted, becoming focused on Franco's face.
“ya'know, frank.” His voice changed, a tad more purposeful..
“I can't believe I've never noticed how beautiful your eyes are.” Franco went red, a feat considering his face was permanently sunburnt.
“What the hell are you talking abou-”
*snap*
Tristan's snap echoed endlessly through Frank's mind, his mouth went slack– drool starting to pool.
“Shhh” Tristan put a finger up to Frank's lips, “Let me get a good look at you.”
Tristan's large hand lightly gripped Frank's jaw, just enough to move it around like he was appraising a piece of art. Frank's heart was beating a million miles a second– but he couldn't move at all.
“Good, now tell me Frank, how old are you?”
“Fifty six- I dont know why yo-”
“18, right.”
Frank leaned back in the chair as his face contorted, his hands shot up to his face as a pleasurable burning sensation took root. As it passed he dropped less wrinkled hands, revealing Franco at 18, although not the prettiest, prettier than he was a second ago. His hair sprouted out as he cracked his neck- like he had just woken up from a nap. His pain had completely disappeared, no more back pain, no more tinnitus, it was weird for his mind to be so clear.
“Go ahead and lift up that shirt for me pal.”
Franco complied as his soft hands exposed a bit of chub on his stomach.
“Perfect abs, you've had those for a while yeah?”
Franco nodded, he had always been athletic– more so than most of his peers. Although for some reason his abs always seemed more defined than his other muscles.
He looked down at his body, prideful, he flexed his arms, a bit lacking comparably to his abs– but they weren't half bad. He flexed them as a solid mound appeared.
“Ooo la la so big! you're already showing off for me?”
Franco nooded, drooling continuing to drip down his face.
Show off for Tristan
Please Tristan
Serve Tristan
His arms pulsed bigger as tristan's words willed them so, making his body more proportionate.
“And what are you, 6…” Tristan sized him up, trying to decide how tall he wanted him, “5? 6’5” does that sound right?”
Franco moaned slightly as his whole body stretched up while packing on muscle to maintain proportions. Tristan smiled, everything was going perfectly. But he noticed a bit of fear behind Franco's eyes. A part of his old self was trapped in there. Although he was being molded into something he could've only ever dreamt, he felt so out of control. Although he resented his own life, he didn't want to be a completely different person. He wanted to keep his old mind at least, and that seemed to be slipping away from. The most recent memories being him in highschool, fucking his way through the cheersquad only to realize that girls didnt do it for him. Trying the twink cheerleader and realizing that a whole new world had opened up to him as he started fucking ever guy he could.
“Oh don't worry your pretty little face, you're role will be simple okay? You are my dominant, obedient, boyfriend. Stop holding on.”
Franco's face shifted as it became more masculine, his cheekbones becoming higher as his face became completely symmetrical. His mind was still fighting it, but he was losing the battle- this is what he wanted after all.
You're mine
My sweet
Caring
Dominant
Dumb
Boyfriend
*Snap*
Like the aftermath of a bomb, Franco's head swirled around. Tristan wiped away the slobber from Frank's lips, his hand lingering on his cheek.
“My love, are you okay? Think you passed out from the heat.”
Franco straightened his powerful back as his eyes focused on Tristan, his beautiful boyfriend. A light smile coming across his face as he gently kissed Tristan on the lips.
“Did you save me?” Franco said, his voice now deep, resonating.
“In a way” Tristan smiled.
Franco suddenly felt a wave of something crash over him as his whole body shuddered. While looking at Tristan he realized how pent up he was, it felt like he hadn't cum in weeks, months, years.
“Fuck babe why do you look so hot right now”
Tristan snorted, “because I am, duh”
Franco closed the gap between the two as he leapt into a passionate kiss. Franco's long tongue exploring Tristan's like he was digging for gold. The two locked the door as they went at it, Franco ripping Tristan's clothes off like a rabid dog, his dick completely hard, throbbing with his heartbeat.
Franco fumbled with his own pants as his dick flopped out. About ten inches long.
“God damn Frank! I didn't even change your dick”
Franco was confused by the last part, but he was too horny to care. Franco lowered himself onto Tristan's sweat stained musky body, he licked his neck as Tristan's salty skin filled Frank's senses. Tristan gasped as the huge head of Franco's dick entered him, stretching him apart. Franco continuing to kiss Tristan's neck. Sending Tristan into absolute pure bliss.
Franco managed to mutter through kisses as he slowly and deliberately rammed Tristan's muscular ass, the pace slowly speeding up.
Mateo, the ever hardworking nerd, was fumbling around with his computer. Trying to find some sort of program to make his camera quality better. He was assigned this stupid presentation for one of his online classes, which was worse than a normal presentation because now he could scrutinize himself even more.
He knew that there had to be some sort of ai upscaling filter program. After browsing for hours on different threads he found a program.
Better U - Photobooth Extension.
Rolling his eyes he saw that in the product photos there was just photos of a bunch of hot guys. The camera quality wasn't even necessarily better but he was tired of looking.
The program took a second to boot up, leaving him worried as his cursor spun out.
Do you consent to being changed
"Fucking obviously, why else what I download you stupid thing." His voice was high and whiny, another thing he hated.
Clicking yes he expected to see some sort of beauty filter that blurred out is acne cratered skin, but instead he just felt a rush of confidence. Nothing physical- yet.
He pulled his shirt over his chubby stomach– a habit that had been cemented in his teen years. Clicking the record button he started talking.
As he spoke his words started to slur, just slightly. His face catching his eye more than one time as he tried to stare directly at the webcam. It did look different, although slightly. As he kept trying to power through the presentation he couldnt stop looking at himself.
When did I lose my double chin?
He thought, although that that vanished in an instant. He's never had a double chin, his jawline is one of the features he's proud of. He felt the need to take off his pants for some reason. It was hot and its not like the camera could see down there anyways. As he did so he noted how his legs looked leaner, more toned.
Gym's been paying off
Gym? He had never stepped foot in a gym. Right, he went to the gym weekly, at least three times a week if possible. Continuing his speech he noticed how his shirt tank top seemed to hug his chest tight, but not in a way that was embarassing, in a sexy way. His moobs turned into pecs as his stomach seemingly vanished, leaving him with a defined set of abs.
At this point he had completely stopped doing his presentation, feeling up his new body as his dick started to get harder. Pushing against his tight briefs as it hardened- much longer than it had ever.
He was mesmerized by the way that his cock pulsated. He wanted to take care of it, but he knew that he should finish his presentation first.
"Today I'm going to-" what was he talking about?
What fucking presentation
He thought, his eyes glazing over as he checked himself out in the camera. He flexed as an impressive bicep raised. His skin no longer acne ridden, completely smooth. He took off his tank top, staring at his toned body.
Yanking his briefs down his dick flopped out, he slowly started to massage it, his head rolling back as he completely forgot about the presentation.
"Fuck I look hot" he grumbled, jacking off into the camera, a jock completely obsessed with himself.
My washer broke and I had to go to a laundromat for the first time in awhile. I haven't been since I was a kid, but I'm glad I did today.
When I got home I started folding my laundry and I noticed some sort of smell coming from it– it started faint but slowly got more pungent. It was like sweat and cum mixed together, musky and disgusting– but for some reason I couldn't stop sniffing it. It was intoxicating. At the bottom of my basket I found the culprit. Somehow this guys shit got mixed in with mine, and despite going through the washer, water, detergent, even bleach, his shit was still smelly as fuck. It was a jockstrap.
A real classic, but it compelled me. I didn't even notice how my cock was rock hard– I couldn't concentrate because I was so focused on smelling this scent. The jockstrap now held up to my nose like an inhaler. Then, I put it on.
It was euphoria as it grazed my hairy legs coming up, I had to jam my fully hard dick in there as it somehow got harder. I thought I was imagining things as the jockstrap pulsated. I kept getting harder, no- not harder- longer. My dick started to grow and as soon as I realized that I came. But I wasn't done. As i lifted my infected clothes up to my nose I leaned back, my spine lengthening at an alarming rate. My shoulders cracked wider as with each inhale I became more deserving of it, more deserving of the jockstrap. My jawline sharpened out as I felt each ab meticulously pop in. My once chubby gut completely gone.
I reached back into my mind, trying to think who this could've possibly belonged to, then I remembered the guy with the giant thighs. The absolute unit sitting next to me I was too scared to look at, just looking at him from my peripherals.
I buckled over on the floor, my huge muscular thighs catching me as I felt my pecs balloon out. I felt them moving on my body like gigantic tits. I felt a curl fall down my forehead and came again, my senses completely overloaded with lust and need.
Getting up I looked at myself in the mirror, drunken with power as I cupped my new gigantic bulge. Slowly I caressed my abs, trailing down to my dick as I pulled it out of the jockstrap. Still hard, absolutely covered in cum it had to be at least 10 inches long.
“Fuck yeah” i muttered, my voice deep, powerful, dominant.
I've known that I was a Swapper since middle school, but I couldn't exactly use my power at all. Usually, people would have to agree to a swap for it to work- but I found a loophole. I found out that i could get them to pseudo agree if I agreed to do something on my end-- they didn't have to know about it.
"I'll do your homework" for 5 pounds of muscle.
So of course I made myself a target for the frats, and that didn't take much. All I had to do was offer to help out with homework once, the rest would funnel to me through word of mouth.
At 2 weeks I had gained 50 pounds of muscle, and nearly a foot in height. Seeing abs on my scrawny ass body for the first time was intoxicating. I felt unstoppable- like a god. If I wanted to I could just "trade" my services for a bigger amount- but I want it to be gradual. I want to feel my muscles pulse bigger with each guy. I want to see the frats losing life as they slowly become dweebs. It's more fun to drag out their torture.
You could tell the ones that would come to me more, Jackie– he would've killed me if i called him that a month ago- is now a 5'6" hyperfeminine twink. And boy can that boy take a dick.
Of course I'm the one who controls the transfer, so I started changing the way I stole. Some guys that were late to the party got lucky. I would let them keep their muscle, but I'd drain their dominance and an inch or so off their dick. This guy for example used to be an asshole, now he begs for my cock, just like the rest of my cumdumps.
I know that deep down they remembered their past selves. They remembered that they used to be taller, straight. -but that's the thing about us Swappers, once we've imprinted on you, there's no going back.
The days passed by and I admit, I got a little overzealous. Right now I'm 7 feet tall, 350 pounds of pure muscle, swinging around the biggest dick you've seen in your life. Most of the fags I drained just hangout around me now, I think they think of me as a god of some kind. A god that took away their suffering, giving them pleasure by fucking them with the dick i stole from them.
/typical masculinization tf, nerd to jock, race change
The light burned Cole's eyes, the flickering bulb slowly drawing him out of his sleep. He sat up disoriented and confused, the “bed’’ he was sleeping on– if you could call it that– was made out of a blanket draped haphazardly over a metal bench connected to the wall. The room was gray and sterile, a drab cement box with a heavy metal door. The smell of bleach permeated his senses as he rubbed his head. He could barely remember how he got there- a fuzzy recollection of walking to school, but not of getting there. Looking down at himself he realized he wasn’t wearing what he remembered putting on. Instead of the musty sweater and oversized cargo shorts he wore a clean crisp white shirt, the factory folds still indented in it like it had just been taken out of a package, along with a pair of gray sweatpants that seemed much too big and too long for his short scrawny legs and bony waist. The drawstring was as tight as it could possibly go, making the sweatpants billow out like sails. What the fuck, he whispered– finally breaking the silence.
“Looks like you’re finally awake” a deep calm voice muttered. It held power behind it without trying, almost hypnotic. Through the bars of the metal door he saw a pair of intense eyes that shone a brilliant blue. They seemed familiar– but he couldn't quite place it. The eyes disappeared as the figure put on a mask, the sound of keys following shortly after.
*click*
The door groaned as it was pushed open, the hooded imposing figure stepped inside holding a bucket of water and soap. Cole was ready to run, it was clear in how his eyes widened.
“Sit.” Like a dog, Cole obeyed. His boney ass hitting the faux softness of the bed.
“Strip” Cole’s body moved by itself as he methodically shucked his shirt and pants off, like he had been programmed to do it.
“Glad to see the serum working, this is great news for you– you won’t be in here for very long.”
“What do yo-”
“Stop talking. God you’re so fucking whiny, now I remember why I hate initiating the new recruits.”
Cole wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. His mouth wouldn’t move. He was a prisoner in his own body. The figure ripped Cole up off the bed and made him pose in a T shape. Rolling up his sleeves, revealing his vascular large forearms– he squirted soap onto his hands. His large calloused fingers lathering the soap onto Cole’s body as euphoria hit him. His small dick started to go hard as the man massaged his shoulders.
“It’s been awhile since I’ve done this for a new pledge. You’re a lucky one – having the frat president grope you like this.” Cole’s stomach fluttered a bit, he was lucky.
“Don’t let it get to your head, you aren’t special– scum, I was just the only leader that was free today.”
Cole’s whole body started to tingle as a burning sensation hit his bones. His frame widened as muscle started to pack onto his shoulders– right where Mr. President was massaging.
“The fun part is deciding what I want you to be though, that bitch James has been hard at work making a bunch of preppy ass dudes for the frat– but you’re gonna be different from them.”
Cole’s skin started to darken in splotches around the President’s hands while he worked his way down his arms. Lengthening as they inflated with muscle.
“I’m thinking… Mexican fuckboy? yeah, that sounds pretty good”
Cole’s uneven texture went away as smooth, supple, tan skin replaced it. The hands moved to the back as Cole’s posture shifted, becoming more confident rather than slouched– his spine lengthening as he became taller. Making sure to reach under his arms to cup Cole’s chest as it exploded into pecs he could be proud of. The abs followed suit as the soap dripped down onto his stomach.
He started to use his palms as he squished Cole’s non-existent ass together. A beautiful muscular pillowy ass sprouting as the president got onto his knees, working into Cole’s thighs and calves as they lengthened more, finally making Cole proportional.
“I love some defined legs, I can already tell I’m gonna have fun with you.”
Cole’s feet expanded, becoming size 14s to balance his new hefty frame. The President took a step back to admire his handy work.
“Oh silly me, I forgot the most important things.”
The president stepped forward towards his creation that was taller than him now, both hands gently went to the neck as he massaged it longer- Cole’s adam’s apple protruding as his face was cupped by the two incredibly warm, strong hands. The President leaned in closer, tilting Cole’s head down.
“The soul” The President whispered sensually, kissing Cole’s face as it morphed into something more handsome; Pillowy lips, defined jawline, high prominent cheekbones. His stringy brown hair giving way to beautiful black curls. Cole felt his personality, the scared, nerdy, smart, loser nobody fade away as it was replaced by something more sinister. Something more lustful and dumb. The soul of a fratty fuckboy. Only focused on two things; lifting and fucking.
“And of course, the instrument” The president walked behind Cole as his large hand gripped his tiny excuse of a dick.
“Endless” his hands cupped Cole’s balls as they grew bigger. Filling with perfect masculine seed.
“Long” he pumped twice as it quadrupled in size, thicker.
“-And Hard” he moved both hands to it to get a better grasp– his hands pushed to a wider grip as his member became even more monstrous. He continued to use both hands to jack Cole off as he Cole climaxes, beautiful thick ribbons of white squirting into the air– splattering everywhere as Cole’s newly deep voice moaned like he had never been pleasured in his life. The president walked around again as he got onto his knees, taking Cole’s head into his mouth as he cleaned up the dripping hose.
“Yum.” he stood up.
“I think you, Cole,” his hands gripping Cole’s shoulders, “Are ready to join the others.”
Fuckkkk me, this is what you wanted? Some 18 year old hung twunk? Ungh... god my body's so sensitive now. Fuck I feel so needy, I just want to ram my cock into your tight little bussy. Mmmmfuccckkk I'm still changing. My dick keeps getting longer, how fucking big do you want it whore? Holy shit these abs. Wow you're a fucking cunt, you have no idea what you're doing to me... unnngh holy fuck my feet are huge. Fuck let me fuck you please my dick can't take it anymore. I need to fill you up, i need to cum in you.
Dad told me to get out of the hotel, "I didn't pay for this vacation for you to sit and do nothing!" Yeah whatever dude. I remember feeling hella self concious about coming out here to the beach, something about being pale I think? Dude thats the fuckin point of sunbathing! I dont know what I was thinking- but I got set up out here on a towel and this chick runs up to me. Here tities were HUGE. She asked me if I wanted to play volleyball with her huhuhu. Obviously I did, who wouldn't? She took me back to her friends and we played for a bit, they kept whispering to eachother about me I think– I mean, not like I was hiding how turned on I was. Fuck thats the bad part about having a dick this big, I can't ever get it down!
I had to tear off my shirt because it felt too tight, that shit was about to rip anyways with the way these puppies have been growin.
But I fucked her hard as hell, her and her friends took turns riding me like a stallion. They couldn't handle all of me by themself. Who could? Her twink friend couldn't stop touching my abs, just constantly caressing them. Had to put him in his place lmao. But yeah, been a pretty good day so far, gotta go see if those cunts are ready for round three of this dick.
My uncle, roommate- wait. No- fuck I don't know anymore I'm so confused. There used to be this person that Jace used to be. I swear he used to be older, but I'm not too sure now. The day that changes began I thought I was going crazy- I woke up to him in the kitchen making breakfast. Instead of his usually short fat ugly self, he looked… normal. Something I hadn't been used to at all.
His hair was more filled in, neat, rather than the messy balding bird's nest it used to be. He talked calmly, his voice a bit lower than normal. That was just the beginning. Each day I woke up scared as he continued to morph into someone completely different, something completely different. I’m not so bad looking myself, 6’2”, muscular, definitely my fathers child. But after a few days he was taller than me.
I woke up to the sound of weights in the garage. The clanking noise followed by deep grunting. The day before the garage just held his old dusty car and a few cobwebs, but opening the door I found a complete home gym. A bit janky, but very good for a home gym. As he stood up my eyes trailed down his shirtless sweaty body. Jace looked completely different, he was my age now, about 20 years old. His shoulders broad and muscular, leading down to a narrow waist adorned with an eight pack of abs. A small dusting of hair leading downwards into his tight gym shorts.
“You gotta learn to stop staring bud” he huffed out, smiling.
That damn fucking smirk was dangerous. His chiseled face had gained dimples in the past day, making his perfect cocky smirk even more attractive. His wavy hair flopped down as he adjusted his package– the head of his huge dick straining against those lucky pair of shorts. Stretched to its limit, what I would give to be in its position.
“Not that I mind much” he continued, winking as he went back to working out.
Jace was a completely different person at this point, and my memories seem to be faltering. I more just remember how I felt about his changes, how conflicted I felt at the beginning. We started texting when we weren't together at home. When we were apart I wanted to be by him constantly, I felt so needy. Like I couldn't breathe without him. Now It's been about a month since he started changing, and he knows that he can get me to do anything he wants. Who could say no to that face?
Say it, say you'll be a good boy. Oh wow you can't even stop yourself from drooling can you? That's the effect I have now. Yesterday you were pushing me into lockers, talking shit about me, now look at you.
Puny.
Weak.
You're just a dumb cum slut, and nothing you do will ever make you anything more. Lick my sweat up pup, maybe you'll get some secondhand testosterone back.
Fuck girl, I've been talking all weird since that gay guy bumped into me. Like- he muttered some weird words in latin or something and now I just feel so weird. I don't know I feel kinda bad for being such an asshole to him! He was actually kinda cute. My hair? Oh yeah i just got the frosted tips last night, I think its cutie- don't you? Ugh fuck now I'm thinking about him again! I hope i run into him soon, I really need fuck buddy hahaha. Am i gay? Umm yes obviously, I've been gay forever. Don't be an asshole girl
6 foot 6, 300 pounds. Do you wanna know how tall he used to be? 5'5". Charlie took my rejection to heart and I hadn't seen him in weeks, I like a dominant man. One who can throw me around, and Charlie was sweet- yes- but he couldnt give that to me. Now he looks like he stepped straight out of a gamestop porno. He keeps sending me selfies and pictures, and I'd by lying if I said it didnt turn me on. It's like he took the blueprint of my deepest fantasies.
*ding*
Fuck it's him.
"Hey cunt, flying back from the states rn. You better get that perky little ass of yours ready for me- you aren't ready for the size of my new cock hahaha. didn't know u were such a size queen."
Steven was having trouble as a single parent. His kids were way too energetic, he could barely chase them around the playground. He felt bad, his chubby out of shape body kept him from having fun with his kids. Sitting on a bench to catch his breath he watched his little kids run around the play structure eith ease- one of his kids Tommy falling on his face and getting up like nothing happened. He felt a large hand pat his back, "go play with you kids, you got it." The man was handsome, tall, about 6'6" his red ginger hair sprouting under his armpits. He got up with a new found confidence as he started a light jog. As he did his body felt heavier, but not in the obese way he's been all his life- but a powerful heavy. His frame lengthened as his legs became powerful tree stumps, thick red hair cascading down them as a sheen made his newly muscular legs pop with definition. His waist sucked in becoming defined abs and his hair shortening to a trendy firey haircut. His scratchy beard filled in as he chased tommy with ease. Making a show out of hoisting himself up on the monkey bars. His shirt ripped apart as he ran around. It was normal for him to do that, it was a hot day anyways and he worked hard on his body- why not show off for the other single parents at the playground. He looked back to find the big guy who encouraged him, but found him staring back in the reflection of the plastic playstructure. He shrugged as he continued to play with his kids, a mom a bench or two down eyeing him like candy.
Keep talking so I can extract all that masculinity. You sound like a kid now? Yeah I fucking know dog, you barely look like youve gone through puberty, but I don't give a fuck. Im so glad that witch gave me that draining spell. I'm gonna drain fucking everything til you're just a single sperm in my giant balls.
Victor has been bugging me to come with him to this "desire beach". I thought it sounded tacky so I've been putting it off. I decided to finally give him what he wanted today. Vic is one of my best friends, genuinely a super sweet guy. But unfortunately he doesn't really fit in with my other friends. Next to them he looks like a toy, a characture- short, stocky, a little ugly. And look, I love the guy- but it's hard to be around him a lot.
As soon as we got to the beach I knew something was up, he kept looking at me the whole time, more than usually. I'm not too bad looking myself, 6 foot, thick linebacker muscle- and I know Vic is Gay. But this guy couldnt stop looking at my body- however for some reason I didnt mind it. An hour into shooting the shit, each of us downing a beer, i noticed something strange. His hair was longer, not like I hadn't noticed it- but like he just grew a few inches of hair in the hour that we had been there. His oversized shirt looked baggier on him, but his shoulders were filling it out well. He looked- almost handsome. "So this is what you like huh?" His voice was notable deeper, he curled his brown hair around his finger and I swore it kept growing.
"Whats going on vic-" i stopped. My voice was higher pitched, a little bit flamboyant even. My hand smacked my mouth shut, something was happening.
"Don't worry, you'll forget everything soon." I wanted to scream, i wanted to run, i wanted to deck him in his beautiful jawline, but his words felt so kind, so warm. As the day went on we got to different topics, attraction, sex. And for some reason I told him that I have always dreamed of being submissive, having a big man top me, use me like a ragdoll. I was never gay, but for some reason it felt like the truth. Every second that passed felt like millenia. Victor wasn't playing eye tag alone now, my eyes darting across his vascular forearms that hinted at a new virile masculinity.
I had changed and I knew it, i felt more frail- still muscular, but more vanity muscles than functional muscles. My gut was now lean, my shoulders a little narrower. My eyelids felt heavy- maybe it was my eyelashes getting longer.
"You look beautiful" he says to me, that voice dripping with sex. He stands up to his full height, probably 6'5" as I do the same. He towers over me, and I'm 100% shorter now- probably 5'5".
We step into the water as the cold icy waves scrashed against our toned legs. I squealed as he held my hand. He looked amazing, I watched as his abs rippled as he moved, his hips swaying like a model.
As we got a little deeper he picked me up, effortlessly. "Im so glad you finally came, I've been wanting to do this for forever" he says as he kisses me, his soft model lips pillowy against my own supple lips. His huge bulge finds its way grinding against my muscular ass and I lean into his touch, he smirks with that beautiful face.
"Needy are we? Maybe it's time we go home and I explore that little ass of yours."
