J. W. Ripley, TF

Gay TF Stories

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Suspension

Cole was a star outfielder on his university’s baseball team and was known to use his status as a popular jock to get in all of the best parties and have a new

It’s always important not to take what you have for granted; everything requires hard work. At this particular university, there’s a high price for slacking off for its college athletes.

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Intense Training

Jamie didn’t think himself a social justice warrior, but social media definitely portrayed him as one. It was no wonder that Jamie has over 200k followers, he e

How much do you trust your personal trainer? He has to always have your best interests in mind, right?

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A Better Game

Joey got home from football practice, frustrated. He had barely made the JV football team and now he struggled to get plays right at practice. To make it harder

This is a challenge that I received from @mrcavanaughtf that’s long overdue to actually write and post. This story comes from a prompt that Henry created to write a full story from but then challenged me to write instead as part of a prompt exchange.

This story is full of muscle growth, age progression, new skills, and one of our most favorite football hunks! I think it’s safe to say that both Mr. Cavanaugh and I are fans of a little change of fortune.

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Jon felt like he had fell so far. He was only 25, but after growing up in gymnastics he had been heartbroken in college when he realized he was mediocre compare

Jon has been going through a rough patch since college with his only saving grace being his boyfriend, Caleb. Take a look at how my favorite gymnast helps Jon have a better outlook on life.

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Posting Update

Hey All!

Despite the lack of posting or communicating, I haven’t completely vanished. Just that story we’re all familiar with of life rearranging priorities.

I have a few things in the works, and I’m very excited to say that I’ll post future stories as a contributor on my good friend, Mr. Cavanaugh’s website! I’ll still be around Tumblr and will make posts here when I have a story available on his site.

I look forward to sharing more of the things that get me…. excited, in the near future! In the meantime, don’t forget to peruse Henry’s hot stories on his site. Happy TFing!

-JW

Mr. Cavanaugh’s Assorted Stories www.cavanaughstories.com

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Lucky Night

When Lauren’s best friend invited her out Saturday night, she was excited for the chance to let loose a little. Her boss had been piling multiple projects on her the past few weeks causing her much stress – wearing something cute instead of a business blazer, having a few drinks, and dance floor confessions all were needed.

After the girlfriends spent the better part of two hours getting ready together, they made their way to a nightclub they had been wanting to try for a while. It was a busy night inside with an endless array of hot guys, the girls each had a free drink in their hands before they even got to the bar. Lauren’s friend said something she couldn’t hear, as she leaned in for a better listen, she felt a brush on her shoulder that grabbed her attention. Her head shot up and darted around to see a smirking man a few inches from her. He was some dude that was evidently very into himself and who’s cologne you could smell across the room. Lauren rolled her eyes, grabbing her friend’s arm to drag her out to dance.

Dancing with her friend, Lauren felt a nice buzz from her drink begin to set in. The DJ was good, and the drinks were strong. Lauren was having trouble finding any reason to dislike the new club. She felt a hand on her back as she moved with the music. As if the douchebag was reading her thoughts, the muscular, dark-haired man that already touched her was dancing by Lauren, placing his hand on her, again with a cocky smirk. Annoyed, Lauren dashed off for the ladies’ room.

Determined not to let some guy ruin her evening, Lauren gathered herself before heading back out towards the bar. She chatted with an off-duty cop for a few moments, having him get her a martini before going back out to meet her friend. Again, she started to dance only to feel someone start dancing against her from behind. She turned around to the see the same narcissistic guy again.

Beyond annoyed, Lauren’s face turned red as shouted “Why do you think you’re a fucking god among men?! Leave me alone!” Lauren drew her drink back and tossed it in the man’s face.

Lauren was confused as a drink hit her in the face. She felt a mix of anger, humiliation, and amusement that the hot blonde was flustered enough to throw a drink at her. Huh? But I’m the… Looking up, she saw her own petite, blonde body walking away. Panicked, she wanted to call out for herself to wait but instead, her new deep voice boomed “Your loss, fucking bitch!”

Jeremy’s stood there frozen, watching the blonde walk and appalled at what he just said. But I’m….  He looked down to see the tight black shirt the douche was wearing, thick meaty pecs instead of tits. Lifting up his tee, he felt his perfect abs as his arm flexed in the shirt slightly too small for him. Jeremy inhaled deeply, his cologne filling his nose as he smirked and said, “I am a fucking god here.”

Jeremy was brought out of his confused, yet cocky stupor as the brunette that was with that blonde chick touched his wrist, “Sorry about her, she’s just been way too stressed lately.” Jeremy saw the way the girl was smiling at him and brought his hand up to her shoulder, running his large hand down her arm while confidently saying “Forget about her, babe. We can enjoy the rest of the night.” The two stuck around the club a few minutes longer before Jeremy took the potential one-night stand back to his place.

Inside his apartment, Jeremy poured the girl another drink and made a quick trip to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, something seemed off. He admired his broad shoulders as he puffed out his chest, looking like the epitome of alpha male. He furrowed his brown, thinking but I was that one gir….

Jeremy shook his head and pulled out his phone, getting his pose just right for a pic to post on his IG and Twitter. Leaning into the mirror he admired his perfect jawline. Flexing in the mirror he said, “This chick is definitely lucky tonight.”

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Danny and Adam accepted the commercial for different reasons. Danny saw an opportunity to show off a little, while Adam accepted after hearing Danny would be there – the Olympian practically jumped at the offer to work with the football stud. When the day finally came for the shoot, the crew wasted no time getting the athletes shirtless.

Adam looked on at the bulky, yet toned man in front of him. Danny was very friendly, striking up a conversation with Adam about their commitment to hard work, and shared a love for the rush after a strong performance. All the while the crew on the set of the commercial were eager to get the two started. Adam and Danny were enjoying each other’s company so much, they failed to notice just how eager the small crew was.

They started shooting the commercial. The concept was simple, the two men were promoting skin care products. Adam would use the products on his skin, then pass the products to Danny for him to try as well. The crew watched each movement of the men and then would ask them to reshoot on a different body part, the products being passed back and forth.

Adam and Danny expected the shoot for the 90-second spot to go fast, but 10-hours later the crew of five had stopped the shoot for a break. By this point, every inch of the pair’s bodies was covered in product. Danny noticed that not only was his skin feeling soft, but there was an odd tingling sensation. He spoke up to Adam “I sure hope this much use isn’t causing some allergic reaction.” Adam chuckled and nodded, turning to a smirking crew member to say “Hey, this stuff feels strange. Do we really have to use any more of it?” The passing man just shrugged with a smile and walked back to fidget with his camera.

Danny started scratching at his flexed arm, “Damn, this stuff really is beginning to irritate my skin!” Adam grabbed a towel, trying to rub some of the moisture off of his lean torso, “I know what you mean, maybe they’ll let us call it a day.” The two men began to desperately scratch and rub at their bodies trying to get relief. Adam started to notice swelling on his arm and said “Fuck! I think this stuff is beginning to cause swelling!” Danny gripped at his arms, “Really? It’s making me feel a little… ahhhh shiiiit!”

Danny collapsed to his knees as he felt his body further feel tighter and tighter. As he grasped his more toned stomach, panting, he heard a powerful groan fill the set from Adam that had a strange, deepening echo effect. Adam looked down, touching a meatier pec and popped it in his hand. He looked down at Danny on his knees, noticing that he looked leaner, and he now wasn’t wearing designer stubble. He walked over to the other man as he saw Danny’s skin darken and face seem to ripple.

Adam stopped in front of Danny in awe. Danny looked up and saw his own body standing over him. His gaze wandered down and stopped at the bulge in the clone’s towel. He stared at it with a feeling of lust that he wasn’t used to. The man standing over him offered a hand and helped the now smaller man up. Once the usual mirror image was standing, Adam looked a few inches down at the smoother face he was used to seeing as a reflection. Danny felt disoriented looking up, he saw a surprise in his former face that he was sure he currently had as well.

One of the crew members grabbed their attention to let them know they were done with this part and said they were ready to move to the interview portion of filming. Adam and Danny got to put on clothing for this part as they stumbled to the other side of the set. The athletes were having trouble getting used to the change in sizes but the smiling men around them weren’t giving them a chance to stop.

Approaching the chairs, Adam began to feel more comfortable in the bulkier body. Sitting down he smirked, feeling a strange confidence that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Danny looked at his former body. He knew he looked good but didn’t realize that his body was this…. arousing. All he could think of was getting his hands and mouth on the gorgeous football stud body. Unfortunately for him, he’d soon find out that Adam had no interest in letting that happen.

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Worth It

Mike more or less moped around the gym. He got a good workout in a little bit earlier, but his client list was completely empty for the day. Ideally, he’d use the time to chat with some of the patrons to advertise his personal training services, but the other trainer, Cody was around the gym today as well.

Cody was a highly successful trainer at Mike’s gym, one look at Cody and it was clear why. The trainer was young, visibly ripped in anything he wore, and had an absolutely charming, all be it slightly cocky personality. All the girls wanted him, and all the guys wanted a body like Cody’s, this along with Cody’s popularity on YouTube and Instagram kept his client base full. The more Mike thought of it while walking around the gym the more frustrated he got. He decided to head to the locker room to just change and go home for the day.

On his way to grab his bag, he saw Cody in the locker room flexing in a mirror. “No doubt for some narcissistic ass post on IG” Mike muttered under his breath as he opened his locker. He pulled off his trainer tee, Mike didn’t look bad by any means. He was definitely smaller than Cody and didn’t have the abs his rival did, but he had some decent tone that showed that he knew what he was doing. He heard Cody greet someone as footsteps shuffled and the door to the locker room closed. Mike felt a cool breeze run over his bare torso but just figured the a/c kicked on.

“Uhm, so I think I can help you.” Mike was confused by the soft voice behind him. He turned around to see the shrimpy guy that he would notice mostly checking out guys during modest workouts. Mike raised an eyebrow, “Uh, help me with what, kid?” The young man pulled a small box out of the pocket of his shorts and gave the trainer a smile, Mike felt another chill through his body. Handing the box to Mike, the smaller man said “A drop of this will give you what you want and need for 24-hours. There’re only five drops in each bottle though. If you need a refill…” the kid eyed Mike up and down and continued with a hungry grin, “let me know.” The guy left Mike alone in the locker room, the trainer with a confused look on his face.

“What does that even mean?” Mike asked himself, opening the box. Inside was what looked like a CBD oil bottle, he felt odd holding it, though. The more he thought of the kid’s words and looked at the bottle, the more he wanted to try it. Mike carefully opened the bottle, took a deep breath, and placed a drop on his tongue.

An immediate wave of dizziness hit Mike, and the burn of an intense workout overtook his entire body. He stumbled to the sinks to splash some cold water on his face but was distracted by the mirror. Mike saw his abs sweaty and becoming more evident, his shoulders expanding to lead down to impossibly large arms. His chest shifted and as he looked up, his panicked face rippling and turning into a familiar visage. As Mike brought a hand to his jaw a smile came across his face, he looked just like Cody! He gave his arms an arrogant flex while popping his pecs, just like he has seen Cody do several times before. He had on the briefs he had just seen Cody in, returning to his locker he found the rest of Cody’s gear.

Going back into the gym, Mike was worried about having to explain the situation, but Cody was nowhere to be found. The gay kid came back to Mike as if he knew Mike’s concern he said “Don’t worry. As long as you look like that the other guy won’t be anywhere around you. You know where to find me.” The guy gave Mike’s larger bulge a grope and walked away. Mike finished Cody’s shift, loving the attention of his adoring clients. His last client of the day was Kara, a brunette with a hot ass that he always eyed. He took her home to Cody’s apartment for the night, happy that Cody wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

The next day Mike was in the middle of a workout, loving his newfound stamina when he felt his strength and energy shift. Looking ahead in the mirror he saw he was back to his body and could see Cody walking to a machine behind him. Needless to say, he quickly made his way to the locker room for round two from the dropper.

On the fifth day, Mike was changing in the locker room when he heard the door shut and lock, he felt the strange cool breeze hit his chest again. Turning around, the strange kid was back, this time rubbing an obvious erection through his shorts. He revealed that had access to some otherworldly power and had quite the crush on Cody, but his powers didn’t allow him to influence Cody sexually. “But nothing prevents me from giving you what you want in exchange for a little fun.” Mike couldn’t resist having Cody’s body, so found himself giving the young guy anything he wanted. In the past 4-months, Mike had fucked, been fucked, and had his body worshipped by the strange dude. Although he didn’t completely enjoy it, his addiction to Cody’s body, success, and getting any girl he wanted kept him addicted to the dropper. After every shift into the gorgeous body, all he could think was Worth It.

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Spending the baseball season in Bryce Harper was absolutely one of my better decisions. Every time I ran my hand through the perfect hair or beard, and each time my muscles flexed against his uniform I swear I felt myself get hard. 

My uniform each game was something special, and not just because of how it hugged my body, although you could say it was tailor made. My good buddy, Bizz had an attraction to Bryce that I was well aware of. Before each game I would bring Bizz to a quiet area of the locker room and strip down to my sliding shorts. I would then bring my smiling friend in for a tight hug and feel him begin to surround my body.  As his torso would wrap around mine I would always puff my thick chest stretch him out. Within moments I would be dressed in Bizz from head to toe. I would be a little embarrassed of how sweaty I would get my friend, but he had never complained.

The end of the baseball season had finally come, and I was ready to move to a new body. I enjoy winter sports way too much to stick around in Bryce. However, I wanted to leave Bizz a thank you for helping me in games for the season. As I left Bryce’s body I watched it begin to shrink. The baseball player looked at me confused as he got smaller and smaller. Happy with the results I picked him up and placed him in a small box.

I brought the small box to Bizz, who was apprehensive to open it. I could understand this when he’s used to seeing boxes coming from some of our other TF friends. He finally did and pulled out a Bryce Harper bobblehead. I smiled and explained “There’s a small button on the bottom, go ahead, press it!” He rolled his eyes and did, I watched him begin to grow taller and bulk out. Bryce’s styled hair and beautiful beard pushed out of Bizz as his previous body was now the bobblehead.

I gave him a pat on the back, “Happy Birthday, buddy! You can use the small button to go back and forth as often as you’d like! Uhm, we just have to make sure that he’s around to play this spring.”

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Joel was excited to hang out with his best friend, Sarah for his 25th birthday. The two have been inseparable since meeting each other in drama class their sophomore year of high school. Since those days of Joel being a lean awkward kid, he’s grown into a confident gay man with a beautiful, stereotypical “otter” body. 

Truth be told, Sarah would look at Joel when they’d hang out at the beach or walking around town in summer and wish that he would rub his gorgeous, cut, hairy, and bearded body against her. Beyond the physical attraction, Joel was also the only friend that really “got” Sarah. She was desperate to have what she couldn’t. Right before Joel’s birthday, she found the perfect gift for him.

Joel let Sarah in his apartment as he was finishing up getting ready for his birthday night out. He answered the door shirtless, his modest but firm furry chest on display. Sarah smiled and gave Joel a small box. Joel smiled, thanking Sarah and quickly opening it. Inside was a necklace, he thought it looked decent enough. Sarah offered to help him place it on. Looking in the mirror, Joel admired the way it hung on his chest before going to his bedroom to finish getting dressed.

While digging through his closet for the perfect outfit, Joel noticed that his chest began to feel warm. He reached for the center to feel heat radiating from the necklace before he touched it. As his hand made contact with the necklace and his chest, the neckless sent a jolt of energy and warmth into his chest and hand, spreading from the points of contact like wildfire. Joel panicked and reached back to unclasp the necklace, before he could the burning sensation reached his stomach and he doubled-over.

Joel felt smooth skin under his hand as he grasped his stomach, not the hair-covered abs he was used to. He groaned as he felt his torso growing thicker with muscle, his abs becoming evening more pronounced. As Joel looked down in shock, he saw the ground move further away from him, his legs becoming smoother and quads stretching his shorts.

Oh Christ! Joel exclaimed, he felt heavier and heavier as his body bulked up with each breath. He moved a hand to his now smooth chest, larger than he could ever hope to attain. He noticed his hands looking much larger as well, scratching at his face Joel was relieved to still feel a perfectly trimmed beard. The energy started to subside in his body but shot up to his head, a fog filling his mind before the heat completely faded.

He grabbed a tank as Sarah walked in, she wore a mischievous grin and asked, “Everything okay?” Joel grabbed his phone, opening up his camera before replying “Yeah, babe! Lemme just post a quick pic before we get this night started!” He smiled, giving his girlfriend’s ass a grope before taking a picture to show off a little to start his birthday.

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Dean was visiting his buddy Sean in the city, of course this called for a night out. As they got ready at Sean’s place Dean looked his buddy over. Sean could make something as simple as a polo look like he should be wearing it in a photoshoot. God, everything hugs his body so perfectly.

They started out in the late afternoon with food and beer, enjoying time with each other and chatted about how they wish they could do it more often. The drinks kept flowing into the evening as they started making their way around the bars. By the time they got to the gay bar, both of the men were incredibly buzzed.

Dean watched as Sean turned heads, his friend drunkenly dancing through the crowd with a beer in his hand. Dean sighed, not that he was hideous, quite the opposite, but he never seemed to get the attention that Sean got. His buddy finally got back to him with a big, gorgeous smile and sat down two more beers in front of them. A couple of guys came over and chatted with Sean, Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed the pint as Sean grabbed his as well. Taking a swallow Dean realized he grabbed Sean’s beer, not that Sean noticed as he laughed with the other two guys. Dean decided just to down the glass for an excuse to get away from the table.

As Dean set the glass down he found himself dizzy and catching his balance on the table. Damn, he must have been drinking something stronger. He got Sean’s attention and told him that he was heading to the toilet and walked away from the table. Making his way through the crowd, Dean noticed that the lightheadedness was increasing, he could feel the blood rushing into his head and his sweating increasing. He felt his stomach churn and his body ache, he looked down and his body looked to be distorted. Dean dismissed this to be a result of the booze, right before he reached the toilet he felt himself collapse and black out.

Sunlight assaulted Dean’s eyes the next morning in Sean’s bedroom. Dean groaned, not remembering how they got back to Sean’s but well aware of his hangover. Dean made his way to the bathroom and noticed Sean as he walked in. “Oh, sorry b….” Sean’s eyes went wide as Dean heard Sean’s voice and realized he was looking at the bathroom mirror. Confused, he looked down and saw Sean’s perfect body. He traced his hand over the sculpted abs, the large, smooth chest, and his beautiful jawline. He chuckled and grabbed Sean’s hat, giving a hot look he’s seen Sean give several times over.

While admiring his boulder-like shoulders Dean heard stirring in the living room. He quickly made his way to see his old body just in underwear getting ready. Dean thought Fuck, maybe my body wasn’t all that bad! His body said “Thanks for the fun night, Sean. I got to catch my train, but we have to do this again soon! Dean was taken back as his body acted like nothing happened and left but was soon distracted at the 3 messages from guys waiting for him on his phone. He smiled, looking forward to the fun that he could get in to.

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“He’s such a suck up!” Toby hears two boys beside him taunt as he returns to his desk from being the first to turn in the math test. He was the smallest boy in his class, and smaller than many of the girls. Add that to having a hard time talking to others and being incredibly smart, and you can imagine how much Toby got pushed around and made fun of in school.

The runt sat there waiting for the rest of the class to finish the test, thinking about how miserable the day was. When the two boys returned to their seats from turning in their test, one brushed everything off of Toby’s desk and the other hit his shoulder hard. Toby was on the verge of tears when the classroom door opened, an imposing cop walked in. Toby was mesmerized, the man looked like a giant to him!

Toby felt a pencil hit the side of his head followed by snickering, he sighed – I bet he never gets picked on! The cop sat by the teacher chatting, waiting for his time to talk to the class about keeping out of trouble during the new school year. Toby watched the cop play around on his phone.

The bullied Toby began to feel dizzy. He reached up to steady his head, but his hand and face felt strange. Panicked, Toby looked at his desk and noticed that his calculator had become a smartphone. He picked it up to find a confirmation that a picture of the cop posted online. He felt a new confidence and new thoughts of being the officer fill his mind, he chuckled at the caption. Damn, I don’t remember these desks being this small!

The cop shook his head, No, that can’t be right… I… The teacher introduced Toby, snapping him out of his confusion. The young, commanding officer stepped in front of the room to address the class. In the middle of his presentation, Toby looked over at two boys teasing a smaller kid in the back, reminding him of how shrimpy he was when he was the kid’s age. “HEY!” he gruffly bellowed, making the two bullies stop and snap to attention.

After talking to the kids, he stayed around the parking lot for a few minutes so that drivers would be more mindful of the school zone. He saw the shrimpy kid from earlier walking up the sidewalk. He opened his door and called out to the boy, “Hey! Don’t let them get to you. I was just like you at your age, work hard and one day you may be just like me!” The kid smiled and nodded, heading down the street.

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Change of Outlook

Drew wasn’t looking forward to his next flight, New York–JFK to LA. These cross-country flights were always so tiring. To make matters worse, the flight was oversold and 2-hours delayed. No doubt the passengers were going to be extra bitchy.

There were a few guys sitting in front of Drew on the train, it was fairly obvious that they were a group of young military guys with their high and tight haircuts, freshly shaven faces, and military-style backpacks. Drew listened in on their conversation, gathering that they were returning from leave on a beach somewhere and heading back to base. He admired how their arms stretched the sleeves of their tees, the shoulders exposed by the one wearing a tank, and the young, thick chests each had. He closed his eyes imaging them shirtless on the beach, thinking of how we would have loved feeling up a body like that. Drew was brought out of his daydreaming as the train stopped and they got off at the stop before him, the train continued on to the next terminal. As the train slowed at his stop, Drew noticed one of the guys had dropped a military insignia pin on the seat, he shrugged and pocketed it on his way out of the train.

As the flight attendant expected, boarding his flight was dreadful. Drew smiled as he was cursed out twice, grimaced at the carried infant screaming in his ear that left an odor of a full diaper in the aisle as the mother walked by, and Drew bit his tongue as a buzzed, middle-aged lady slapped his ass while he was walking back to his seat from his safety demo. Falling back in his seat, he thought back to the military guys. He grew a little hard as he thought of how the young guys were so hot and seemed so carefree! Drew started to buckle in to his seat, as he tightened his lap belt the pin he threw in his pocket poked into his thigh causing a small sting, he shifted to relieve the pressure.

Drew heard the engines wind up as the plane sped down the runway, he noticed a strange sensation in his thighs. He looked down and could swear that his thighs were stretching his pants tighter. As the tingling moved down his legs and up his torso he blurted out “huh?” The nose lifted up for take-off and Drew felt his leg, it definitely felt firmer. The sensation turned more erotic as it rushed over his body, he looked at his arm as his arm hair thinned, creating a smother look.

The plane started to shake, Drew reached for his forearm and felt the near hairless arm becoming firmer, Drew felt a vein pop up and begin snaking up his arm. He moved his hand up to his bicep that was quickly ballooning inside his shirt. “What the fuck, man?!” His hand moved to his expanding, heaving chest, “what the…?!” Drew felt a sucking sensation on his face as his beard retreated into his face. He looks around, “What’s going…” just then the plane shakes hard and his head thrusts back against the bulkhead causing him to blink hard.

As Drew opens his eyes again he’s standing up in a locker room. He looks around and walks forward, hearing the thick clunk of boots hitting the floor. Drew looks down to see military boots and trousers covering his body, and a green shirt plastered on his torso. He sees a meaty chest rising and falling as he breathes in and out. Drew moved to the mirror and sees a very different reflection startling him. He fishes out his phone from his pocket for a picture to confirm what he’s seeing.

Drew felt his shaved, strong jaw and traced the tattoo on his arm. “Dude! This fuckin’ isn’t…” He cleared his throat and tried to say something different, “Fuck, bro, I can’t…” Drew shook his head and noticed how thick his neck looked. His eyes wandered to his chest and he smirked, thinking about what was underneath his shirt. Drew threw off his tee to reveal thick, tatted pecs. A haze started to cover Drew’s mind and his smirk turned into a cocky sneer as he brought his hands behind his head.

Drew heard a voice come up from behind him, “Nice, bro! The chicks at the bar don’t stand a chance tonight!” Drew scoffed and started to turn around “Dude, you know I’m…” he stopped, the guy in the tank being the same from the train. He looked different, though. There wasn’t any lust as Drew looked at him, he just looked like his wingman. Drew chuckled, “…you know I won’t be alone tonight, bro!” His buddy laughed, “Come on, Davis! Still gotta get through the day before you make tonight your bitch!” The man walked back to a locker as Drew did the same.

Dressing in the uniform in his locker, Drew felt a new confidence filling him. He felt invincible and like a complete alpha in the locker room. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out the pin he had threw in earlier, Drew placed it onto his cover. He made his way back to the mirror to snap a quick picture. Drew smirked, thinking of the girls he could fuck that night. “Fuck, man! Let’s do this!”

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A Better Looking Break

This story is a collaboration with my good buddy, the wonderful @mrcavanaughtf. Check out his accompanying story at his blog!

When Dean told Sean and Luke that he talked his weird aunt into letting them start summer break in her beachside house, Sean was ecstatic. He had spent most of the semester in the library and could use some time with his two best friends. Truth be told, they were Sean’s only friends if you don’t count his laptop and books almost permanently attached to his side.

When they arrived the tall, rail-thin nerd with mousey hair and brown eyes walked into the beach house soaking wet. Passing a mirror in the entry he sighed at how being drenched made his unremarkable features look even more unimpressive. When they realized the weather would be awful their entire stay he could tell Luke was in a poor mood about it. Dean, ever the positive light in the trio, reminded them that he brought enough board and video games that they wouldn’t even notice the weather.

While Dean started unpacking the entertainment, Sean went to go grab the guys a few snacks and sodas. Looking at Luke from the kitchen, Sean noticed his friend staring with annoyance out the window at the weather and the loud music coming from the house next door – a house with a group of loud, big, college boys. As the intimidating college dudes chuckled dumbly at the trio walking into the house earlier, Luke had warned the friends that the guys looked like they were up to no good. Sean passed it off knowing they’d stay inside the whole week anyway. He also thought to himself that it wouldn’t be bad seeing the studs running around next door. The thought of shirtless hunks made Sean sigh. Dean and Luke were amazing friends, but the three definitely looked like stereotypical losers.

Sean had turned on a Marvel movie as they sat down for a game of Monopoly. Dean and Sean tried to keep the conversation going, all the while the bodies of the guys next door weighing on Sean’s mind. The dance music of the party dudes got louder, causing the outside walls of the house boom. Luke blurted out how he wished they’d have as much fun as the guys next door, Sean shrugged and responded “Yeah, well, I wish we could look more like them.” Sean followed this with a lighthearted laugh.

Dean smiled uneasily at his friends and encouraged them to finish the game, trying to lighten the mood. Sean didn’t give his wish much thought, just an outburst of something on his mind. What the three didn’t realize was Dean’s weird Aunt was into mystical arts. Sean and Luke’s wishes were very strong feelings that unbeknownst to them were mixing with the energy Dean’s aunt left in the house.

A few hours later the friends decided it had been a long day and they should get some rest. Being smaller guys, Sean and Luke decided to share a bed so neither one of them would have to deal with the uncomfortable air mattress. Sean climbed into a double bed with Luke that night. He drifted off to sleep quickly thinking about the hunks next door, catching them shirtless, and how they looked partying to the music that was carrying him to sleep.

Sean dreamt of different gorgeous men than the three dudes next door, he was on a beach towel when two men joined him. The two men were muscled, had a beautiful amount of body hair and stubble, and they were cocky as hell. Sean felt himself drawn to the confidence of the one that had ink adorning his arm. As he touched and kissed the body the other man was drawn to the bulky, inked man as well. Sean knew he was dreaming, but he could feel the men rubbing against him as the scene played out on the beach. It felt somehow different, everything felt firmer, and there was more hair scraping against his face and body. The dream was blissful, but eventually faded and Sean heard a thud waking him. He had knocked something off the night stand. He felt strangely uncomfortable and was against his friend but was too groggy to make any sense of it. Sean turned on his side and went back to sleep.

Sean was gradually awakened by the sound of running water in the bathroom and the slam of the back door. The light coming through the curtain assaulted his eyes and heard one of his friends clomping around the house and turn on sports highlights on the television, turning the volume up. Sean groaned and loudly said “It’s too early for this you inconsiderate….” he trailed off and cleared his throat. His voice came out in smooth, unfamiliar baritone. Reaching up to his throat he felt a fair amount of stubble. Sean looked around and down, noticing his arm flexed with his hand still reaching up.

Startled, Sean stumbled out of bed and grasped his head feeling dizzy. He immediately felt longer hair. “What did they do to my hair?!” Sean hurriedly went out the door to the living area, noticing how much heavier his footsteps sounded. Distracted, he almost ran into the couch where a strange man sat. The man watching baseball news looked vaguely familiar and glanced over to Sean, “About time you stopped jackin off and got out of bed!” Seeing the man wearing Dean’s shorts made Sean wonder, “Uhh, Dean?” The man laughed, “too much blood still rushing to your dick?” Sean stared confused at the handsome, shirtless stud but instinctually barked, “fuck off!” and threw a pillow at his friend.

Sean made his way to the bathroom and his jaw dropped open, his much more chiseled jaw. His hand shot up to the perfectly trimmed beard that outlined the strongest jaw he’d ever seen. The eyes staring in the mirror incredulously where much brighter than the brown eyes he was used to seeing. Sean’s hand wandered down, his chest!

He played with his thick hair and flexed his abs. “What the hell?! I look like I came out of a magazine!” Sean looked down at his thick thighs and noticed how his chest rose and fell with each breath. He felt a palm firmly grasp his impossibly wide shoulder. “Why are you two so into yourselves today?!” Sean turned around to see Dean laugh. He noticed that he now had to look up slightly at Dean, his friend much taller than before. Dean shoved a pair of green shorts in Sean’s chest, “Here! Looks like the weather’s cleared, we’re getting out of here.” Sean smiled at his friend and followed him out to the garden, “Hell yeah we are!” Walking outside Sean tried to reason why he felt at ease with Dean and the situation when he saw another man in the garden. The hair, the bulky muscle, the tattoo, and the cockiness. He was…

Dean gave Luke a pair of shorts and simply asked “Beach?” Luke excitedly accepted, and fist bumped his bros. Sean laughed and said, “Only if we pick up some beers one the way!” Getting changed into the shorts Sean thought of his reaction, he hated beer. Why did he want nothing more than to down a few with his bros on the beach? He shook his head fixed his hair in a living room mirror, he had trouble pulling himself away from admiring and perfecting his reflection. Sean thought to himself that he should stop worrying and have some fun with this body. He looked back at Luke and Dean walking up to leave, he relaxed thinking this would be a perfect day.

Walking out Sean heard his bro, Luke start laughing. Looking at the direction that Luke was pointing he saw a group of insignificant, annoying losers staring at them. Luke taunted them, and Sean joined in laughing. He was forgetting that the losers’ fate was his just last night. Sean made eye contact with the awkward looking tall one, reached up to his own pec giving it a squeeze while flexing his bicep, laughing as the nerd scurried off. Sean forgot the envy that he felt for last night’s hunks, a new vain attitude overtaking his mind. He high fived Dean and Luke, excited for the fun they’d have tormenting the deserving losers this week. 

Strutting down the beach Sean felt eyes staring at the trio from every direction. He subtly flexed his sculpted body with his friends as he wore a smug grin, never breaking into a full smile. Beer in tow, beautiful beach weather, and his equally perfect buds by his side, Sean was ready for his summer break!

[jw-ripley]

A New Practice

Dr. Tod Larson had been extremely bored with work lately. He didn’t feel overly pressured or stressed, but he just wasn’t finding the joy in medicine that he once thought would come to him. Between appointments he sat back in his office, thinking back to his high school and college baseball days.

Tod had gotten through college on a baseball scholarship, although that was a good ten years ago now. He picked up his Phillies cap, thinking about the excitement and rush he always got each game during baseball season. Tod took good care of his body, but he missed getting to focus more time on being in peak physical condition. Tod placed his cap on, thinking he’d go out for a bit of fresh air before his next appointment. As he got up he noticed a baseball glove on his desk. He knows he didn’t place it there, he wondered if one of the nurses brought it in. Tod grabbed the glove and went into the hall. The office was void of any activity, completely strange for the middle of the day. Tod leaned against the wall, “Kate? Dr. Rolling? Is anybody here?”

The doctor started to walk forward but felt his clothes ripple over his body. Looking down he saw that his scrubs were now a baseball uniform. The uniform wasn’t just for any team, but for his Phillies. “Uhm, did I fall and get knocked out?” Tod cleared his throat, something was off. He decided to go to the kitchen for water. Heading down the hall he felt his muscles tensing, flexing, and sweat forming on his brow as the hallway felt humid. Tod stopped in his tracks, “Maybe I should just go see the internist.” He lifted his cap up to wipe the sweat from his head and brow, Tod panicked to find his hair was now shaved. He used the back of his hand to wipe sweat from his face to find thick stubble. “Oh Christ, what’s going on?!”

Tod stumbled down the hall towards the kitchen but had to stop again, his legs and stomach cramping. He bent down resting his hands on his thighs, feeling them expand. He closed his eyes to catch his breath, when he opened them the hall seemed brighter, he looked at his arm to see it slightly bulkier than before. Tod rubbed his beard against his shirt and went to stand back up. The light fixture caught his eye, he looked away and found himself near a pitchers’ mound.

He looked around at the crowded ball park, ball in one hand and glove on the other. Tod stretched and looked at the batter and catcher across from him. He felt led to take the mound, looking across at the catcher new instincts took over, striking out the first batter. He saw the scoreboard show a live shot of the pitchers’ mound, and his movements mimicked by a tall, looming, bearded man. It came crashing down on Tod, somehow, he was Jake Arrieta!

Happy with his performance, Tod was eventually relieved. Walking back to the bullpen he started to remember training with his new team for the past two months after leaving the Cubs. He laughed with his fellow pitchers, giving tips, and celebrated with them as they took the game. Tod, now Jake, made his way to the locker room. After throwing his shirt into the corner a few reports came over, Jake excitedly gave them a confident interview.

Turning back to his locker, Jake recognized the performance high that he missed so much. Checking out his locker he found a picture of himself from a photoshoot, this made Jake look down as he stood in only compression shorts. He appreciated his professionally, well-trained body. Jake smiled to himself, feeling like he found a missed opportunity and ready for the season ahead.

Back at Tod’s office, the former baseball player sat in an exam room. Tod’s memories and skills quickly overtook the former pitcher’s new body. Dr. Larson sat in the exam room, smiling at how he filled out scrubs nicely. Tod rubbed his new arms, “Why would this guy want to give this up?” Tod prepped for his next patient, looking forward to making a difference in the lives of others.

Shout-out to @malebodyswaps! He had the transformation suggestion that sparked the storyline. Thanks, man! :D

[jw-ripley]

Chat Soon: Part II

The conclusion of Chat Soon.

Brandon lounged on the couch playing video games, trying to figure out how long the imposter would keep him held hostage in his own home. He was wondering how long he should let this continue before just risking it and leaving. His phone chimed with another message.

Best work out of my life! ;)

By this point, Brandon was fuming again. He got up and looked out the front window. There was a food delivery car out front with the bodyguard walking to it. Without a second thought, Brandon ran for the back door. He darted out the door and towards the back fence. He heard a man growl behind him and felt himself tackled, his world quickly going black.

As Brandon slowly regained consciousness, he realized that he was lying on a bed. He noticed he felt constricted, but still could move around. Brandon looked around and saw that he wasn’t in his room. He threw off the covers and was surprised.

His torso looked shorter, softer yet still defined, and was definitely covered in much more hair. He ran his hand through the hair on his abs, “The fuck? Why are my hands so much smaller?!” He stumbled out of bed, looking down at harrier feet on the ground, the ground that was much closer to him. He sees a mirror in the corner of the room and rushes for it.

Brandon disbelievingly rubs his now bald head. Leaning into the mirror he strokes a beard he could never have hoped to grow. He glances over at a doorway, he panics as he sees he has to be a good half a foot shorter than he should be. The phone beside the mirror chimes, the caller ID shows the message is from “Brandon.”

Like what you see, man?

Brandon snaps a picture and sends it back.

What the hell did your goon do to me?!

A few moments pass before the phone chimes again.

Don’t act like you’re not hard. You’re such a hot little daddy now.

Brandon takes another picture, before pressing send he glances at his raised arm. The smell of old spice and a faint musk fills his nose. For a moment he thinks of how defined it is, and how he can easily get a thirsty little… “No! I can’t think like that!”

Dude, I have to be like 20-years older!

The bedroom door opens, Brandon turns around to see himself. He cranes his head up as the imposter smiles and tells him “Only about 15 years, don’t be cruel. It’s not a bad thing at all. Besides, I told you not to try anything. The zipper tabs have been broken off that body suit, sealing you in.” The panicked Brandon turns back to the mirror as the other man rubs the back of his neck. The imposter smiles and says, “well, all broken off except for this one.” He breaks the tab off, sealing the hood of the body suit in place.

Brandon’s mind starts to fog. The name “Roger” echoes in his mind, he feels his dominance begin to drain from him. Memories of partying in his younger days flash in his head, settling down now in the city. Roger never finds it hard to find young guys looking for a hot, defined, mature man like himself. He looks back at Brandon and smiles, thinking himself lucky to have found the built porn star. He tells the younger man “Hope your audition to tire you out kid, I’ve been looking forward to a ride all day.” Brandon, happy with the new situation and his new body sits down in front of Roger and smirks.

[jw-ripley]

Chat Soon

Brandon had been signed on to the webcam site for about an hour and was getting rather annoyed, guys were just hanging out in free chat and not actually buying time with him. This was an unusually dry night for the porn actor. After flashing his smile and green eyes at the camera he finally got a hit from “krock90.”

In the private show Brandon quickly took off his tank and asked the patron “what’s up man?” He massaged his meaty pec waiting for a response. A messaged chimed in the chat box. 

Just horny, bro. You’re my absolute favorite to watch! Mind if I turn on my camera so we can JO together? :D

Brandon was a little hesitant, he didn’t want the dude to be a total boner killer. The chat box chimed again, this time with a $50 tip. This guy wasn’t messing around. Brandon flashed a smile at the camera and said, “alright man, let’s do it!” Within a few seconds krock90 initiated his camera, Brandon saw the guy had his camera angled just to show his growing bulge and muscular thighs.

The porn star was pleasantly surprised, leaning back to begin stroking his cock. He tells the unknown patron, “Nice man! I wasn’t expecting you to be so hung.” Brandon hears a chuckle over his speakers followed by the patron saying “Yeah, I’m full of surprises.” The man on the other side of the monitor shifts to the side, Brandon sees what looks like flesh toned coveralls gathered just above the guy’s waist, and a pale, skinny stomach that definitely doesn’t match the gorgeous legs. Confused, Brandon asks “Uhm, is this some weird video editing shit?

The patron laughs again and gives Brandon a quick view of his cock, “look familiar, Brandon?” The actor looks closely at his monitor, “Hey, this is copyright infringement or something. You canNOT edit my cock onto your scrawny body!” The patron moves the camera down and flexes his toned leg, “I assure you, this is not video editing.”

Brandon is angry but getting shaken, “Big spender or not, this isn’t worth it. I’m blocking your ass!” When he tries to move his mouse, his computer freezes with the exception of the video feed. The patron moves the camera back up to his torso, “Don’t try anything else, there’ll be consequences. Besides, you haven’t seen the whole show.” The patron pulls the strange coveralls up, his torso seemingly gaining mass, smooth abs covering his formerly thin, flat stomach. He breathes heavy and flexes his abs, the coveralls now just below his chest. He runs his hand down his new abs, grasping his balls and cock, moaning into Brandon’s speakers.

Brandon looks down at his own abs and at the perfect mirror image of his abs on the monitor, “How are you doing this?” The patron continues to pull the strange suit up, his pecs popping out. He pulls on a long sleeve, glove combo on each arm. He roughly grabs a pec, “Fuck, these are huge!” The imposter flexes his arms and tightly grabs a bicep with his hand. Brandon stares at the screen, unable to move as he’s amazed and frightened at the show taking place on his computer. The patron pulls out a flesh toned hood and holds it to the camera. It vaguely looks like Brandon. He pulls the hood up out of view, Brandon hears moaning, the voice shifting into Brandon’s own moan. The actor is used to hearing this when he’s watching his own videos, but this experience is something totally different. The sound of zippers is heard on the speakers and the patron finally pans the camera up to full view.

The new Brandon reaches into his underwear and jerks off his dripping cock faster. He quickly erupts into the black briefs. He rolls his head back to catch his breath, Brandon not believing what he just saw. 

The lookalike leans in to the camera, “Not bad man, I’m going to enjoy this! What do you think?” Brandon has trouble gathering himself to respond, “Uhm, I, why do you…” The patron laughs, “It’s a bodysuit, man. I need a little fun and I’ve always envied your body. I’ll be spending the weekend as you, I even set up an audition to go to as you for men.com.”

Anger starts to overtake Brandon again, “I’ll find you! I’m leaving right now to come rip that off you!” The man on the computer laughs, “No you’re not! I hired a bodyguard to make sure you stay home all weekend. Seriously, I wouldn’t try leaving. You will regret it. Now I gotta get going.” The cam website closes, and Brandon has full control of his computer again. He goes to open his front door to see a black SUV parked in the driveway with a large man staring at him.

Frustrated, Brandon goes to the couch and falls back with an annoyed sigh. A message comes in on his phone from an unknown number. He opens the message to find a picture of himself and a short message.

Chat soon. :D