December 27th - Werejock - Danny
Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!
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While the colder nights become harder to disperse Beware of the werejock! It’s no gift – it’s a curse!
“Are you okay?!” Ethan asked with a soft gasp as he hurried over towards Daniel’s side. His older brother was glaring back at a large-chested man who had passed by their table. Stumbling over one of the chair legs, the beefy man had dumped a cup of water that he had been drinking from all over Daniel’s torso. The muscular man let out a soft grunt of apology as he tried to wipe up the sopping mess, although Daniel grumpily waved him away.
“Forget it, man! It’s fine, leave it. I’ll get some paper towels or something,” he grumbled as the beefy jock awkwardly hovered there. Ethan couldn’t tell if the other man was upset about spilling his drink or about it getting all over Daniel, but the damage was done regardless. Still, the younger man scurried over to some of the food court vendors, grabbing some extra napkins and paper towels to clean up the watery mess over the table.
Daniel had come back from the restroom after doing his best to dry off his outfit, although his brother looked just as grumpy and annoyed as when he first left. “I can’t believe him! I mean, he was cute, and all that, but sometimes jocks are just so dumb, you know? I was also thinking about asking him out, but he ruined the outfit I put so much time into picking out for today. I looked cute as hell, and I bet he was just too busy staring at me to notice where he was even walking,” he griped as he knelt to help his younger brother wipe up some of the spilled water.
Ethan opted to keep his mouth shut as he listened to his older brother rant and rave in frustration. In moments like this, it was often better to just let Daniel vent out his feelings about the situation. It was an unfortunate accident, but thankfully, it was just water and not one of the sugary soda drinks. And with the muscular man already drinking away at it, Ethan was sure there could have been much more than what was actually dropped on his brother. But he didn’t bother bringing those points up, only nodding along and sagely humming in sympathy as they cleaned up. He doubted Daniel would want to do any more shopping now that the outing was ruined, and the two men headed home after a rather eventful and unproductive day at the mall.
It wasn’t the last he heard from Daniel about how the outing was ruined, though, and the rest of the evening was filled with his brother’s anecdotes about how ridiculous jocks were and, while they were hot and dumb, how they could have a little more awareness about how much space they took up. Ethan sighed as he nodded along to the other man’s words, his attention solely focused on his phone instead. It wasn’t the first he had heard of Daniel’s long-winded rants, and he doubted this would be the last of it for a while. Out of sheer boredom and with nothing else to do, Ethan began looking up what lunar phase it was tonight. It was getting quite late into the evening, and if Daniel ever stopped huffing about his annoyances, the two of them could actually go to bed. The rest of the family had either retired for the night or was spending it elsewhere, and Ethan was more than ready to take a long, hot shower and turn in. His eyes glanced over the page he was reading, seeing that tonight’s lunar phase was a full moon.
Oh fun. I wonder if I can see the moon from the window, Ethan thought to himself as he swapped apps. He was debating sending some text messages to his friends while he waited for Daniel to finish, only pausing when he didn’t hear any sound from his older brother. The younger man glanced up with a raised brow, carefully assessing the situation with a flicker of concern on his face. While he was grateful for the silence, he hadn’t even heard Daniel say that he would stop talking. “Daniel? Are you good? Should we… maybe go to bed now or something?”
Daniel’s frustrated gaze fell onto Ethan’s form, curled up comfortably under the blankets on the sofa. His mouth was still open, poised and ready to speak. But instead of uttering out another tirade of tired, angry words about his grievances with the muscle meatheads of the world, Daniel could only grunt and stutter in turn. “H-Hngh…. Guh… I-I… I feel weird…” he mumbled as he swayed a bit on his feet.
“...What was that? Sorry, I was just texting my friend back about tomorrow’s plans.”
“I-I said I feel weird… Like sick or something,” Daniel groaned, only gasping as he thrust his hips forward. He felt a strange, tingling sensation in the depths of his chest, his skin starting to burn up wherever that water had splashed over him. “O-Oh… What the— what the fuck is going on? I feel… h-hot… so hot…” he moaned as sweat began to drip down his perfectly styled hair and over his slim neck and collarbones. There were damp spots that spread along the undersides of Daniel’s outfit, not too dissimilar from how he had first looked when the hunk spilled water over him.
Low, shuddering gasps slipped from his lips as he struggled to stand upright. Daniel’s body seemed to be acting on its own accord, with his spine cracking and popping as he grew several more inches in height. The older man mewled as a wave of pleasure spread throughout his body. Pulses began to plump and swell up his muscles, causing thick, firm mounds of beef to thicken and tighten over his formerly slim frame. The twunk shuddered as his chest began to expand and pull away from his body, casting a shadow over the lower half of his torso from all the extra mass hanging down on him. “T-That… That stupid j-jock!” he groaned as his brain struggled to maintain some control over his thoughts. Whatever he had on his mind was slowly shifting and melting away into a goopy mess, and Daniel wasn’t sure why he was even thinking to begin with.
“He did s-something to… Hngh! O-Oh fuuuuck…” Ethan’s brother moaned as his voice dropped several octaves. The thicker, more prominent Adam’s apple pushed up against his broad throat, and the stocky man stood a bit wider as more and more muscle packed onto his formerly more petite frame. It was as if someone was slapping on as much muscle as they could. Just when Daniel thought he had some semblance of control over the growing changes, a fresh wave would jolt through his body, and he would devolve into a moaning, whimpering mess of muscle.
Daniel’s clothes were far too small to keep up with the growing changes of his body. As his gurgling stomach responded in turn by crafting and sculpting rock-hard abs to frame his slim waist, Daniel glanced down at his body with a grimace and a glare of betrayal. “N-No… No way… there was something… i-in that wah-ATER— oh FUCK!” He yelped in surprise as he felt the tightness of his clothes begin to rip and tear. Not wanting such delicate, designer clothes to be torn into shredded scraps, Daniel quickly pleaded to Ethan as best he could to help him take them all off. It was hard to get the message across with all his moaning and whimpers of pleasure, but his younger brother thankfully understood what he was going for.
As Ethan unclipped the last bit of Daniel’s clothes from the back of his Dorito-sized figure, he could see the way the muscles compounded and swelled upon each other, causing Daniel’s wide lats to spread out even more. His older brother now had a physique that could even rival their dad's, without all the extra years. “What do you mean? What was in the water?”
But his brother only stared back at him as if he had grown two heads. It wasn’t exactly the most efficient question to ask, as the older man gestured towards his morphing, swelling body. What do you mean by ‘what was in the water?’ Whatever is making me grow like eighty more pounds of muscle! Daniel thought grumpily to himself as he held back his tongue in frustration. Instead, he pointed towards the general area of his chest. With such massive, heaving pecs that jiggled and bobbed every time he spoke, Daniel could only explain the existence of the jock spiking the water by the proof of his newly-made jock body.
“I-I think… I must have—there must have been some mix-up. I think… some of the water got in my mo– holy shit!” Daniel moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as one hand reached down to pull up his shirt a bit higher. It showed off the deliciously deep-cut V-lines that teased along his sides, pointing down towards a barely covered bulge throbbing with anticipation. The abs were a work of art to admire too, with each groove and valley between them acting as nice gutters to guide any sweat or cum down Daniel’s sensual body. It was like seeing a walking sex toy, his body built to pleasure and be pleasured.
When Ethan had looked up the moon phases earlier, he had only done so as a joke. What he didn’t expect was seeing his older brother morph and change into the very thing he had been so upset about earlier, no less on the night of a full moon. He gasped as Daniel’s stuttering attempts to hold back on his bodily changes devolved into full-on flexing and posing sessions instead. It was clear that whatever war Daniel was fighting against in the back of his mind was failing to fight this infecting curse that caused his brain to devolve into this drooling, heaving muscle hunk. “D-Daniel! Daniel, can you hear me?”
But the big, beefy man could only stare back at Ethan with a slow, dopey smile coming over his face. He huffed as he reached up to grab and squeeze his own pecs, only chuckling as his sweat caused the heft to slip out with a teasing jiggle. Daniel hummed as he let two of his fingers slide along the deep crevice that formed between his tits if he pushed them together and flexed nicely as so. His brows were knit together, though, deep in concentration as if trying to remember a former segment of his old life.
“Huhh… Heh… dude, I’m like… so big…” Daniel drowned slowly as his hands began to massage and tweak at his nipples. One hand ran over his cleavage once more, wiping up any bits of sweat that lingered. “I… It’s so hard to think, but… f-feels like there’s this big jock in my head telling me what to do… what to say…” he mumbled. Daniel’s eyes rolled back once more as his brain began to throb with the different personas being built inside his mind. What was once a confident and brash twunk who demanded things to go his way was now replaced with a thick and beefy hunk who could only follow along with what others asked of them.
A sharp, piercing sensation began carving its way into his skin, and the older man stumbled over to the couch to fall onto it rather ungracefully. With all the extra muscle mass, Daniel landed onto the cushions with a loud grunt. Black ink began to form and swirl over his skin, tracing out intricate patterns and designs that anyone would have seen on a classic fuckboy. But the older man was unbothered by this change, only grinning and puffing out his chest in encouragement as he watched the tattoos become permanent marks on his skin.
“D-Dude, this looks sick as fuck… God, I’d get tatted up all over…” Daniel moaned as he felt the last hold of his old personality giving way to the new, cocky, and confident jock. Whatever last bits of his old self were being sealed away behind this new persona. Soft beams of moonlight trickled in from the window, highlighting the tatted-up hunk as he flexed his muscles. He admired the way the art shifted with his skin as he tightened his abs, and the werejock groaned in satisfaction at his new form. “Fuck… I don’t get why he was trying to hold me back for so long… This feels so good!”
Ethan watched as his older brother rubbed over the extra mass on his body, unsure if he should approach the changed jock. But Daniel only looked over with a dim look in his eyes, bringing both arms up for firm flex. “Yo, dude. I know Daniel’s your older bro and stuff, but I can be a good older bro for you too! Danny’s here to play for the day!” The hunk chuckled as he casually picked up the far-too-small clothes off the ground, tossing them over his broad shoulders to head out of the room.
“W-Wait!” Ethan stammered as he hurried after the larger man. “What do you mean? Where’s my brother? Give him back! You… You can’t leave like this!” he cried out as he charged at the much-larger jock. While he stood no chance at beating him or even stopping him, Ethan didn’t like the way the other man said those words. Where had his brother gone? Even if Daniel was different from before, even if he was pushier and needier about the way guys treated him, that was still his brother, and he didn’t want this… big, beefy jock to change all this once again.
Danny huffed as he felt Ethan’s hands smacking at his bare chest, the older man only staring back at him with a confused and dumb expression. “Whoa, bro! Watch where you’re hitting! I’m just goin’ to put on some clothes. I gotta get that lift in before the gym clothes,” he chuckled as he carefully held one hand out to stop the younger man’s slaps. “Your older bro ain’t goin’ nowhere. I’m right here, man. You’re makin’ a big fuss for nothin’, man. Daniel tries to pretend I’m not here, but I’m just as big a part of him as any other.” He paused, only puffing out his enormous chest to show his commitment to those words.
“I’ll show you both. Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing. Your big bro will keep you safe from all those bad guys out there. And then you’ll see how good it is when you got a big jock out here lookin’ out for ya!” Before Ethan could say any more on the topic, Danny darted up the stairs back into his bedroom. The muscular man strolled back down with a bright smile on his face, stuffing all his bulk into some of Daniel’s compression shirts. What had been more loose-fitting before was now skin-tight, stretched over and highlighting the jock’s heavy breasts. The shirt offered enough resistance to keep the muscles propped up like a bra, but enough give for them to jiggle as he bounded back down the stairs.
“See? Ta-da! It’s your big bro, Danny! Daniel just wanted to take a rest up in here, so I’m in charge now!” the jock chuckled as he pointed at his dumb head. The jock hummed as he reached over to pull Ethan into a firm hug, stuffing his younger brother’s face up between those two pillowy pecs. “It was so cute that you were worried about me, though. I promise not to do anything that would make you sad. Only the best for my little bro!” Emphasizing the last part of his words, Danny reached up to ruffle and pat at the younger man’s hair, causing it to fluff up and become disheveled with all his fussing.
Ethan groaned as his nose picked up the strong scent of his brother’s cologne mixed with his musk. While he wasn’t entirely convinced that the jock standing before him wasn’t his older brother, he didn’t exactly know how to bring back his brother’s old personality. At least Danny seemed harmless enough, and he appeared to act just like Daniel would have back when they were younger, with the hugs and hair ruffles. Sighing as he pulled his head back, he only gave the taller man a mock glare of annoyance as Ethan reached up to smooth his hair back down. “You said you wouldn’t do that anymore,” he grumbled.
Danny grinned as he tilted his head to the side, letting one of his hands form a fist to tap against his temple lightly. “Oops, my bad, bro! You know me; I always forget about that kind of thing. I’ll make it up to you, though. Promise. How about… we go out and find some more guys to make into big, silly, dumb jocks like me? I know how much you like that sorta stuff!”
Ethan blinked as his brain slowly processed what his brother was saying, his brows furrowed in slight confusion at the late-night activity that he had come up with. “What… do you mean, make more guys into jocks? Is that what happened to you? You shouldn’t be doing that sorta stuff without them consenting to it!”
But the large man was already barreling out the door, turning around and waving his hand towards Ethan for him to follow. “They’ll consent to it when they know how good it feels! C’mon, bro! Think of this as my late Christmas gift for you!” he called out with that loveable, dopey smile on his face.
So much for being harmless, Ethan thought to himself as he chased after his older brother, resigning himself to a long night of ensuring the rest of the town didn’t turn into drooling, himbo jocks with plump asses, fat tits, and even fatter cocks.
