AJ sat on his bed, phone pressed to his ear as he chatted excitedly with his girlfriend about their upcoming winter break trip. "I'm so stoked! Remember last year in Cancun?" AJ said with a grin, "Can't wait to recreate those memories, babe."
His mind drifted back to lazy days lounging on the beach, sipping margaritas, and passionate nights spent with his arms wrapped around his girlfriend. He couldn't wait to make those memories again. Done with his last final, all he had to do now was pack and get back home. He stood up and stretched.
"Alright babe, I'll call you soon. Gotta pack, can't wait to get outta here." He smiled, "See you soon."
As he hung up, the door burst open, "AJ! Dude, I'm freaking out here!" His roommate and best friend Matt burst into the room, looking disheveled and stressed. "I have to ace this final project or I lose my scholarship!" He ran a hand through his hair, "It's due on Monday, dude."
"Dude, chill out." AJ frowned, taking in the sight of his roommate. He was still in his gym clothes, a hint of alcohol on his breath, "Wait? Were you out partying?"
"How the fuck do you expect me to manage the stress, bro?" Matt groaned, "It's okay, it's okay. I might've found the answer to my problems." He grinned, "Look at this!" He pulled out a rock.
"It cost a lot, but the guy I bought it from said it would help me."
"How drunk are you, dude?"
"Not that drunk," Matt insisted, waving the stone in front of him. "The seller said if I rub it and make a wish, it'll grant me whatever I need to succeed." He could see the skepticism on AJ's face, "Dude... you'll see! I wishā¦ I wish I could ace my final project and keep my scholarship!"
At first nothing happened. AJ sighed, "Dude, I don't think..."
Matt looked at AJ with relief, "Thank god you made it here. I don't know what I'd do without your brains." The words tumbled out, unfamiliar yet natural, as if they'd been spoken many times before.
"Dude, what're you talking about?" AJ shifted uncomfortably, glancing around the dorm room. His sports trophies, his posters, his athletic wear... it all seemed foreign, relics of another life, "Wait, dude, what's happening?" Panic began to rise in his throat as he realized he didn't recognize half the items. This was supposed to be his room, but everything felt wrong, "Iā¦ I don't understand, Matt. What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be here?" AJ's brow furrowed in confusion.
Matt waved him off impatiently, already rummaging through a pile of papers. "Nevermind that now. I've got that damn project for my pre-calc class and I need you."
As Matt continued to search frantically for something, AJ felt an overwhelming urge to remove his clothes. He started pulling off his shirt with trembling fingers, a sheen of sweat breaking out across his skin.
"No no, hold on a second there, Art." Matt held up a hand, stopping him. "You don't get your reward until after you help me with this project, remember our deal?"
Reward? Deal? What was Matt talking about? Almost against his will, he scurried towards the bathroom, clutching his stomach.
"I-I'll just be a minuteā¦" AJ called over his shoulder before slamming the door shut behind him.
In the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom, AJ stared at his reflection in the mirror, his heart pounding, hyperventilating.
"Something isn't right..." He pulled off his clothes, the cool air feeling good against his warm skin, "Fuck... I feel sick." He stared at his naked form- his muscular physique unchanged yet it felt so wrong and unfamiliar, "Wh-what are these fucking thoughts?" He grunted and grabbed his head, "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
When he looked back in the mirror, his reflection was blurry. He desperately rubbed his eyes, but his vision remained blurry and unfocused. He leaned towards the mirror, his hand inadvertently knocking something to the ground.
"Oh geez!" He yelped, his own voice sounding unfamiliar to his ears.
He cleared his throat and reached down to pick up whatever had fallen. And in his hand, he found himself holding a pair of thick-rimmed glasses he'd never seen before. They were heavy in his hands, the lenses slightly smudged.
"What the hellā¦" AJ muttered, putting them on. The room snapped into sharp focus, every detail crystal clear. But these weren't his glasses - he'd always had perfect vision. Didn't he?
His thoughts were interrupted by a strange pressure in his legs. The muscles cramping and relaxing, sending waves of discomfort and pleasure through them.
"Oh gosh! What...?" He cleared his throat again and looked down at his legs.
He watched in horror as the firm muscle of his calves and thighs began to soften and shrink. His calves thinned, his thighs losing their definition. Even his pert ass shrunk. In mere moments, his once powerful legs and ass were slender sticks that looked like they'd never seen a gym.
It wasn't just his legs. That strange, unsettling pressure spread to his core, attacking the washboard abs he'd worked so hard for. One by one, the defined ridges smoothed away, replaced by a soft, smooth stomach, that pushed out into a small, squeezable paunch.
"What's happening to me?" AJ gasped, squeezing his small, doughy belly in his hands, "This can't be real." He was hyperventilating now, "Oh my god!"
AJ gasped as the breath was knocked from him as his broad, muscular chest deflated. His proud pecs shrank and flattened, becoming thin and weak. Simultaneously, his bulging biceps and triceps withered, his previously sculpted arms now lacking any of their original definition or thickness.
"Oh goodness gracious, wh-where, wh-what?" he cried out in a voice that was sounding more nasally by the second. He flexed what little remained of his upper body strength, "I don't understandā¦ I don't... I..."
A searing pain wracked his brain. The poor jock cried out as knowledge of complex equations and scientific theories flooded his mind, replacing his intimate understanding of gym routines and athletic conditioning. Quantum mechanics, advanced calculus, obscure historical facts - it was all there, swimming through his consciousness.
"Ack! Too much, I can't process it all!" AJ clutched his head, dizzy from the influx of new information.
And as AJ grasped with the new knowledge flooding his brain, his skin grew paler- his once sun-kissed tan faded to a sickly pallor, making him look washed-out and unhealthy.
"No...." he begged, tears springing to his eyes as he watched helplessly.
He watched as his body and skin aged, fine lines etching themselves around his eyes and mouth. Puffy bags formed under his bloodshot eyes, dark circles emphasizing his gaunt appearance. Suddenly, he knew he was in his early thirties- beaten and rundown from years of grad school.
"Hnnngh!" A strangled noise escaped his lips as coarse, wiry hairs began sprouting from his cheeks, chest and belly, spreading across his body like an invasive weed.
"Awww ssshtopp!" AJ squeaked in distress, his once sexy baritone shifting higher and more nasally, a horrible lisp distorting his previous confidence, "Oooh my goodneth!"
Memories surged through his fractured psyche - lonely nights spent scouring over academic journals, late nights playing on his refurbished Nintendo 64, an extensive model calculator collection covering the shelves in his roomā¦ His memories of his girlfriend, Cancun, his life before this were being boxed away and stored deep in the recesses of his mind.
"Thith ithn't right. Thith ithn't fair! i'm not thith!" He begged, staring at the hairy, pale, scrawny figure in the mirror.
But an explosive tingling sensation shot through AJ's groin, forcing his attention downward. There, his cock was swelling and lengthening, pulsing with an intensity that made him moan. It engorged past the size of his previous impressive member, now a thick, veiny, leaking cock jutting obscenely from a thatch of wiry pubes.
"Awww gwaaawwwd yethththhhh" he slurred, hand reaching for his cock. A cock so large that it looked comical on his tiny frame.
Memories flashed - jocks letting him suck them off in exchange for his help on assignments, illicit moments with burly professors eager to utilize more than his mind. And when he wasn't being used in and out of the classroom, he was home. Pumping his meat, jerking off endlessly to satisfy his insatiable cockā¦
"It feelth tho good!" AJ groaned as his balls swelled and filled, dropping further than his previous pair, "I need it... I need it..." His ass ached to be squeezed, his hole filled.
"Pleathe Matth, I need it tho bad!" AJ whined desperately, tears starting to fall as part of him realized what he was saying- what he was becoming. He stumbled out of the bathroom, his erection bobbing lewdly with each step.
"I've got alllll the anthwerth you need, Matth!" he lisped, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Jutht let me wrap my lipth 'round your big, juicy cock and I'll make thure you ace that project!"
AJ dropped to his knees in front of Matt, looking up at him with pleading, lust-hazed eyes. His small, soft hands reached for the waistband of Matt's pants, trembling with anticipation.
For a moment, Matt stared in confusion at the desperate, slutty nerd in front of him. Part of him somehow reconciling him as his best bro, AJ. But reality itself bent to the magic of the wishing stone. Matt's memories changed in his mind, seamlessly rewriting history. To him, it had always been this way - Arthur, his brilliant but depraved teaching assistant, offering his "special services" in exchange for help with difficult coursework.
Matt gazed down at the man who had once been his best bro, a wide grin splitting his face. "Well well, look at you," he chuckled, "all eager and desperate for my cock, aren't ya, you little slutty nerd?"He grasped AJ's chin, tilting his head back to meet his gaze. "I bet you've been jerking off thinking about wrapping those lips around me all day, haven't you?"
AJ nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, "Yes Matth, I wanna thwallow you whole!" But part of AJ wanted to cry out that this wasn't him, that he wouldn't dream of sucking cock.
"Mmm, sounds like someone's earned themselves a reward," Matt teased, slowly unzipping his pants, "But remember Arthur, once you've sucked me dry, you're still gonna help me with that project, got it?"
As Matt uttered the name "Arthur", a sudden jolt shocked AJ's system. For an instant, clarity pierced the fog clouding his mind. He saw himself as he truly was - AJ, the confident, muscular college athlete with dreams of spending Christmas with his girlfriend. The image was fleeting, fading faster than it appeared. And then it was gone.
"Yesh, Matth, whatever you want!" Arthur replied, "Jutht let me enjoy thith." He eagerly wrapped his lips around Matt's thick cock.
Arthur shuffled back to his cramped campus apartment, his jaw sore from the workout he had with Matt. With a satisfied grin, Arthur stumbled past his calculator collection, past his closet filled with button downs and slacks. With a sigh he fell to his bed, hand already pawing at his thickening cock- it was always so demanding of his attention.
"Mmm Matth I can't wait to do that again."
But Arthur had something else to look forward to- he would be staying on campus over the holidays to work in the lab a bit, but more importantly, Professor Richardson said he had some special things planned for them. The very thought caused his cock to twitch with excitement.
"Oh golly gosh, I can't wait."
