Witt, a 25 year old was lounging about in the gym sauna after a light lift. The gay man took great pride in taking care of his physical appearance, one that paid dividends with endless worship from any twink lucky enough to lay their eyes on him. As Witt laid taking in the heat, a tall, confident figure made his way into the sauna. The two men exchanged looks, enough times that Witt began to wonder what his intentions were.
Sitting directly next to Witt, the man muttered, "I'm Frank," with a smug grin.
"Witt."
The two continued to chat. Making small talk on last Sunday's football score, their gym routines, even their music taste. Witt detected an undertone of tension beneath the surface in each of their quips back and forth. As the two continued to sit next to one another, Witt slowly moved his hand onto Frank's upper thigh. Frank, however, pulled away.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. I totally misread that."
Standing up from the sauna, Frank whispered back with an almost undetectable tinge of disgust, "Unnatural."
Frank, without turning around, left the sauna. Witt laid his head into his palms beating himself up for misreading things so poorly. What an idiot, and to do this in a sauna? What was he thinking. Witt was an undeniably horny guy, but to let this random man get the better of him was embarrassing to say the least.
Getting back home, Witt was still disappointed in himself for the stunt he pulled in the sauna. In spite of this, he wasn't going to waste a Friday night. He pulled out Grindr, and began to search for something, or someone, to take the edge off. As Witt scrolled across a grid of blank profiles and faceless torsos, he received a message. Upon opening their profile, Witt was shocked.
It was Frank. Surely it was him.
"Hey Witt"
"Sorry about today man, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"
"Don't worry about it. Funny to see you here... What're you looking for?"
"Just browsing, don't wanna waste a Friday night, you know"
Frank chuckled at his phone screen. He couldn't believe it actually worked. After Witt pulled that stunt on him, he was furious. These gays in his gym ruining his sauna. He couldn't believe it. Back at his place, Frank decided he wanted to teach Witt a lesson. He downloaded Grindr, threw on a pic, and sat and waited for his bait to work. If Witt was perverted enough to act on his unnatural urges in a sauna, surely he'd be on Grindr. Frank sat in disgust as his profile blew up with unprovoked pictures of hairless assholes and thirsty messages begging for Frank to fuck them. He scoffed, fucking pathetic. Then he saw him, Witt. He quickly pressed his profile and messaged him.
"You got any pics?" asked Frank. Let's see if I can fish some nudes out of this freak. He'll never dare step foot in my gym again when I can blackmail with his own nudes.
Witt send over a few pics. Frank thought this was a good start, but he needed explicit blackmail to ensure Witt would never show his face around town again. He wanted to make sure everyone knew what he really was, thus Frank needed to dig deeper.
Frank sent some dumb flirty video of him back, but nothing explicit. Hopefully just enough for Witt to reveal himself fully.
"You into roleplay?" Witt asked.
"Yeah sure," Frank bluffed. His blood was still boiling at the thought of Witt in that sauna again. Just play along man.
"I'm not normally into masc guys, but you were just too hot to pass up. You ever bottom?"
Frank had to hold back an audible laugh. To think Frank thought Witt was a normal dude. Turns out he's a complete idiot, dumb enough to ask if he's bottomed before.
"I don't normally do that" Frank said curtly, his anger seeping through his attempts at flirting.
"Well you seem like you'd be a real good boy"
Frank was shocked. A good boy. He should've been disgusted, or at least laugh. But instead it resonated in him. A good boy. It felt like a jolt of electricity made him come alive. A good boy. His heart was racing, his breath shortened. What the hell was this feeling.
"I like my toys obedient" Witt texted back, "You seem perfect."
Frank's eyes hung on every word. Toy. Obedient. Perfect. He was paralyzed as he read every text, helpless to text back. It was like what Witt said was gospel. Witt's texts were his whole world.
"Bet you'd look real good in lingerie too, boy"
Fuck. Frank has never even thought about lingerie before other than the pairs he'd bought for his girlfriend. And yet, now fitting his muscular body into a pair of tight lingerie was all he could think about. Frank needed to close out of Grindr. He was panicking, but his fingers refused to move.
"Go on a try some on for me, boy. Now."
When was Witt so commanding? Frank knew it, the guy was a total freak. First the sauna and now this. Yet instead of disgust, Frank felt a sense of warmth. He liked when his daddy was kinky. Wait what. What the fuck did he just think? Oh but his daddy wanted him to put on something slutty. Frank's his dirty little slut, he needed to please Witt. Almost robotically, Frank walked into his bedroom. Where pairs of boxers and compression shorts would normally be fit into his drawers, instead were rows of pink and red panties. Fishing out a some lacy red leggings, Frank disrobed and put nothing else on.
"Let me see you pleasure yourself like the good little toy you are. I wanna see that pussy."
Frank was appalled. The gall of Witt to talk to him like this, to be so crude. But it felt good. It felt so so so good. Like there was this unquenchable desire to serve Witt. To be his good boy. To be nothing but an object to fulfill every desire. It felt so good. Frank stood there, his body cold, unclear in what to do.
"Show me. Now"
Frank's resolve broke in that moment. He couldn't disobey his daddy. Frank sat on his couch and began to stroke his cock, making sure to show off his virgin hole. It felt so good to not just jerk off to the thought of being used by Witt, but to know that Frank was fulfilling his wishes. Why did it feel so good.
"Good boy" Witt send over.
Frank's cock sprang alive, harder than he's ever been. He began to moan, echoing through his home.
"Fuck Witt I need you daddy. I need you so badly. Please use me however you want. I'll do anything, please, just tell me what to do."
Witt commanded him to go get changed once again. A black bra. A lewd thong. Tight leather pants. Frank all but sprinted back upstairs. His wardrobe entirely replaced with clothes that could never be worn out in public. Colorful cock socks, ass-less chaps, leather harnesses. Even if Frank wanted to get help, he could never leave his house without getting arrested for public indecency.
As Frank strapped on his new set of black lingerie, his body adapted. The bra fit tightly around his chest which was now slightly smaller. His chest hair dissolved as the bra settled around his sensitive nipples. As he placed the thong around his crotch, his massive dick now shrunk to fit snuggly into the fabric. As he raised his phone to take a pic for his daddy, Frank's frame shrunk down to a modest 5' 9". His hair curled more deeply, and lighted into a dirty bleached blonde. Just like his daddy liked his toys.
Frank sat at his phone, waiting for the image to send, then waiting for Witt to respond. The tight thong rubbed against his fat ass in all the right places, while his bra aroused his nipples. Frank had become a sexual creature, kept alive with arousal and the approval of men like Witt.
"You're such a fucking slut. Bet you want me to breed you pussy, right?"
Frank's fingers came alive. "Yes daddy, please. I need your perfect cock in me so badly. Fuck me till I leak, then I'd lick up every drop of cum. I wouldn't waste an ounce I promise daddy."
"Pathetic. You're nothing but my personal sex toy. I'll face fuck you when I'm bored. And you'll just sit around waiting to be used."
The messages were orgasmic to Frank. By now he had plunged two fingers right into his tight hole as he read each word of Witt's.
"Put on something else slut. Now."
Like clockwork, Frank changed once again. As he slid on a silky blue bra, his body compressed even further. His frame was now dainty, one that had never seen a gym before. his slim waist no longer decorated with abs, but a bejeweled thong, one that his tiny cock couldn't even fill out. Instead, the thong pressed tightly against his bouncy ass. Frank's hands had never touched iron before, now pedicured and soft. He ran his hands against his smooth, hairless body. Rather than muscle or hair, Frank's body was adorned with tattoos. His face reshaped to lose any sense of masculinity. His lips puffed up from years of being used as a fleshlight. His eyes widened to make eye contact when getting railed. He was a complete himbo now, just Witt's type.
"Daddy, please. Fuck my worthless hole. I'm all yours" Frank texted with one hand as he fisted his loose hole, lustful to get off. "Can I see you daddy, please I'll do anything."
Witt texted back, "You've been a good boy, Finn" and sent back a pic of himself.
His sterling muscles were only accented by perfect lighting. It was more than enough to debilitate any brain cells left in Finn's mind. Witt really was a gym bro. Those bulging pecs. Those football sized biceps. Those thick quads. Finn gawked at his body without any memory that his body once looked like this.
But Finn was a slutty toy. Witt made him that way. Finn had desires too. And his endless lust meant he wasn't shy to act on his desires.
"Oh daddy you're so hot. I need a thick, hairy daddy to put me in my place. To use me."
Witt chuckled back. What a fucking slut. He can't believe it worked. He knew Frank, or Finn, couldn't resist his body. Funny to see a big guy like Frank fall so hard into being nothing more than a little slut like Finn. But something about Finn's message stuck out to him. Hairy? Witt wasn't hairy. Witt was confused, a dedicated toy like Finn shouldn't desire anything other than Witt.
"Daddy will you send me another picture? I'm so sorry for asking again. I'm so fucking worthless. I just wanna see my perfect daddy's face again."
Shaking off Finn's earlier comment, Witt went to go take a pic.
As he glanced down at his pic, however, Witt paused. He looked like a total asshole. Rather than a meticulously cared for, hairless body, he was covered in a sprawling treasure trail and half grown in facial hair. What the fuck happened to him? But instead of thinking on this further, he was drawn in by his perfect toy. Finn was everything Witt wanted. Witt made him to perfectly match his sexual desires.
"Oh daddy, you're so hot. I wanna worship every inch of your body. Lick you from your armpits to your toes."
Witt was shaken again. Finn seemed kinky, perhaps more kinky than he could've imagined.
"I need you to rail me in a public restroom, then leave me tied up for the next person to use however they want."
Reading these texts, Witt wasn't turned off like he should've been. Finn's desires began to infect Witt's. Fuck what has he done. Witt couldn't help himself, and began to text back.
"Yeah that's fucking right, you good little slut. I'll get all my buddies at the gym to gangbang you in the sauna. You can worship my feet while my buddies tear you in two. You'll be our community toy. Nothing else."
It all felt normal to Witt now. All he could imagine is using Finn. Tying him up against the locker room. Fucking him through his panties. Degrading his little toy as Finn huffs his dirty underwear. Witt was horny, but this was a new side of him. He felt dirty. He felt kinky. He felt good.
Witt snapped another pic of himself.
"Ride one of the toys I got you. Don't fucking cum. Not until I say so."
Witt was huge. He had grown several inches, but so did his mass. Piling on a mixture of fat and muscle, Witt was a force of nature. His facial hair now formed into a full beard. He felt older too. More rugged. His skin no longer treated with skincare routines, rather weathered from decades of life. His hairline pulled back. He was a daddy. A daddy to worthless sluts like Finn.
Witt's mind now circled with years of sitting on Grindr. Sending pics of his massive cock to twinks, receiving constant worship from his toys. Witt would spent hours and hours finding hook ups and pleasuring himself with a brigade of eager toys. This was Witt's life, and Finn was the newest of his playthings. But Finn wasn't done yet.
"Daddy, I wanna feel your big strong body against me. Restrain me as you impregnate me. Please. I need you now."
Witt smirked. Good little slut. He knew how to make his toys into obedient objects. Witt texted back, "You need daddy's cock. Can't wait to stretch you out. Feel my balls smack against you as I tear you in two. Get here now."
When Finn arrived at Witt's home, his once nice but modest home was replaced with an unkempt lawn and cobweb-ridden exterior. As he opened the door, Finn was met with a hulkish man. His frame bare fit through the door, adorned in nothing but a musky jockstrap. His muscle gut ballooned out from his body, sprinkled with thick body hair. His once muscular pecs now sat below layers of fat that pushed out his large nipples. His beard now even more full. Witt's eyes sunken in from years of staring at his phone screen and sending demands to twinks. Witt brushed his thinning hair back, showing off his bulky bicep and unleashing his odorous pits.
"Get in here slut."
Finn obeyed, like any good object would. Witt would go round after round with his worthless slut, and made sure to get his use out of Finn. As the night went on, the two's sexual desires became kinkier, dirtier, sexier, fueling off of one another's endless desires. As the two drifted off to sleep, Finn was leaking a variety of bodily substances with ropes, handcuffs, and a collection of sex toys in and around his body. Standing over him was Winston, the perfect daddy. He looked down on Finn and spit on his face. "Fucking slut," he grumbled in his booming, baritone voice, "Get back up, we're going somewhere."
The two men got in Winston's beat up car that reeked of bodily fluids. He drove his toy to the gym, somewhere Finn had never been to workout. They made their way to the back. Into the sauna. Finn was practically begging for it at this point. The two began to fuck relentlessly, without any care for getting caught. Finn's feminine moans echoed through the steamy room as Winston's left dark handprints against his fragile frame. Eventually, gym security arrived to remove these two sexual creatures from the premises. Finn and Winston would be banned from ever stepping foot into the gym again, but that didn't stop the two's escapades. Winston fucked Finn in the backseat of his car right there in the gym parking lot.
Witt got his wish after all. Finn would never be able to act on his unnatural desires in that sauna again. But neither would Winston. Instead, the two would experiment with bondage, cock and ball torture, piss, chasity, footplay, glory holes, public, anything and everything, the unnatural was now home for Winston and Finn.
After a mostly forgettable 4 years, Adam was just excited to get on with his life and enter the real world. His time at university wasn't particularly bad, just average. Adam was a communications major, was in a few clubs here and there, and had some friends he'd met in his dorm floor back in the day. In spite of this mundanity, just a mere few days before graduation, today was particularly out of the ordinary.
Adam was called into to talk to his Dean. "You've been accused of cheating on your final exam, Adam" the Dean sternly stated, "We take these types of accusations with the utmost severity as an academic institution. I'm sorry, Adam, but you won't be eligible for graduation as our investigation is ongoing."
The news sounded surreal to Adam. He was by no means a stellar student, but he was too ambivalent about his communications major to care nearly enough to cheat, he was far too busy counting down the days until he could leave this place. "Sir, I didn't cheat I would never."
The Dean explained that even if he wanted to believe him, these accusations call into question his entire academic record, and the university would have to investigate every class he'd taken over the last four years. Even if he was innocent, he likely wouldn't be eligible to graduate for several months, if not a year. "This is absolutely ridiculous? Even if I did nothing wrong, I'll be stuck in limbo for YEARS?" Adam shouted.
"Up to a year, not years," the Dean corrected, "And that's if you are found innocent. If we do find any academic dishonesty in your credits will be revoked."
"So what does that mean?" asked Adam.
"It means that if you were lucky enough to get into another university following these charges, you'd start from scratch. You'd be a freshman again," explained the Dean. "We do have an alternative proposal for you, however..."
"We call it a PEP, a Performance Enhancement Plan. It's not dissimilar to what companies enroll employs in to help get their performance back on track. But for students, they're used to meet somewhere in the middle." The Dean's explanation didn't help with Adam's confusion in the slightest, but he continued, "If you sign off on the PEP, we will drop the investigation and you can remain enrolled at our institution."
The Dean handed him a stack of printed papers. Adam skimmed through the jungle of legal jargon. His eyes settled somewhere on the tenth page: "The signatory will forfeit all credits contributing to the signatory's academic major." This would make Adam little more than sophomore by credits? He'd have two if not three years left of college left. Adam could either await a potential year long investigation, maybe end up a freshman at some other university if he could get in anywhere as a cheater, or settle for this.
And so, Adam Gill signed his initials on the dotted line.
With a disheartened handshake, Adam was dismissed from the Dean's office, and made his way back to his quiet apartment just off campus. Everything still felt so surreal. I guess if he'd have to redo all of his communication classes again, he'd already know all the material. Maybe he'd get even better grades the second go around. Drifting in a storm of thoughts, Adam fell asleep.
The next morning, Adam was awoken by bustling people. As he opened his eyes, he was met with sterile walls, an overhead florescent light, and a standardized desk and nightstand. Was he in... a dorm? Adam jolted awake. He looked down at his body. His average hands now looked younger. His body smaller. He was a far cry from a 22 year old on the cusp of graduating, now a fresh faced sophomore. A sophomore. Just like the PEP said. Holy fuck this can't be real.
Adam fumbled with his wallet to snag his student ID.
[Adam Gill. Age: 22 years old. Major: Communications. Year: Sophomore]
How did he look like this? His corporate haircut was replaced by a punk-ish mop. No one would take him seriously. Though Adam supposed that he wouldn't be entering the workforce in a matter of weeks anymore. Still, Adam was quick to storm over to the Dean's office. His wardrobe of age appropriate clothes were replaced with small tees and jeans. Fitting them around his smaller frame, Adam rushed out the door. As he ran over, spring flowers were replaced with red leaves. Upon arriving at the Dean's office, Adam barged in.
"What the hell did you do to me, this wasn't a part of the contract?"
"The PEP, not contract. And look right here."
Adam looked down at the PEP. "Effective immediately" the paper read in big bold letters. As he sat there, memories of years of college melted away. Seminars on environmental communication, public speeches, techniques on rhetoric, all seemed to pull away from his grasp. Renting an apartment with his friends, applying to jobs, being a college senior all gone. It wasn't his senior spring anymore, but sophomore fall.
"And what do you mean 'What did we do to you?' This is a legal document not a magic spell."
Adam brushed his long hair out from his eyes, "Haha yeah, I guess you're right, sorry about that." Adam may have been starting up his sophomore year, but he'd rarely talk to his professors nonetheless deal with college bureaucracy.
"Here, take a copy of our agreement, young man."
Adam stuffed the contract into his backpack filled with crumpled papers and a few textbooks. With a feeling of deja vu, Adam went to his intro level communication. He may be a sophomore, but he was still enjoying his prospective major. After class, Adam swung by debate club. A vague sense of belonging washed over Adam, like he had had close friends in this club, but now he'd be joining them for the first time. He loved meeting new friends and talking about the rigor of debate, it all just felt right. The rest of the was bog standard, though. Getting back to his dorm room, Adam fell into a routine of finishing up his communication homework and then going to bed.
Adam woke up the next morning to his phone buzzing. He has a series of text messages and missed calls from names he'd never seen before. You're late for practice dude. Where the fuck are you. Coach is pissed get here now.
Once again, Adam jolted awake. His body had packed on muscle. He had faint abs, but rounded shoulders and firm pecs. His smooth body was fit for one sport: swimming. Adam rifled through the PEP again. On page 17: "The extracurricular involvement of the signatory will be subject to change at the discretion of the university." Confusion soon merged with panic as Adam realized he was late for morning practice.
Adam opened his wardrobe, now filled with athletic tees and shorts, and got dressed. As he ran to practice, his body continued to budge. His hair became more styled like a youthful frat bro. His legs filled out his tight shorts. His feet grew into his size 12 shoes. An arrogant smile grew across Adam's nervous face, now defined by a relaxed confidence.
Adam logged the run as part of his morning workout. It was always tough being a student athlete, though it was about to get a whole lot tougher once his coach chews him out for being late for practice.
Surviving the barrage, Adam headed for his morning class. His hair was still wet, now dressed in tight university branded shorts, and an athletic tee taught around chest. Adam felt great. He enjoyed classes, enjoyed practice, felt good, looked better. Whatever this PEP program thingy was, Adam was loving it.
The next morning, Adam was keen to set his alarm from early morning practice. In the night however, Adam began to change once again. His body grew taller, stretched out like putty. His calves sharpened into nothing but muscle. His quads exploded with muscle, and stomach shredded down to clear cut abs. Adam's chest cracked wider, expanding his pecs into boulders. His jovial face became wolfish, animalistic. Adam swung his legs from his dorm room bed to lunge over to his desk chair. His room now littered with dirty athletic gear. As an athlete, his dorm fridge was packed with food, with protein powders littering the top. Adam stared vacantly into the mirror, admiring his physique.
Adam felt powerful. He slipped on his size 14 running shoes, and made his way to practice. His lungs thrust air deep into his massive lungs. Sweat flung from his coiled hair and onto his warm skin. He pumped his arms, throwing his bearish hands from side to side. Eyes stuck to Adam as he ran by, and Adam knew it. At practice, Adam came alive. His body carved through the water with his torpedo like frame. His powerful legs propelled water along his smooth lean muscles. His shoulders launched his arms like oars.
Adam left practice, chatting it up with his teammates. His booming voice, if not his towering size, dominated those around his. Though the hangout had to come to an end for Adam's morning class. When Adam entered the lecture hall, however, the professor stopped him. "Are you enrolled in this class" they asked.
Adam replied with a slow, deep yes.
"Can I see your ID, I don't think you're on my roster."
Adam picked his ID out from his athletic shorts pocket.
"Oh shit, sorry bro," Aidan commented as he lumbered out of the room. Confused, he went to visit his Dean.
"Dude my head is killing me and now I don't even remember where my classes are."
"I'm your Dean not your dude. And I thought I gave you a copy of your PEP to answer your questions, Aidan."
"My bad Dean, think I must've lost that shit."
"Well Aidan, if you look here at your plan: The academic major, classes, and schedule of the signatory will be subject to change at the discretion of the university"
"I don't understand," Aidan said almost drooling while trying to comprehend the PEP.
"Exactly' retorted the Dean, "You've been placed into reduced course load and more appropriate major. It means you may take a few extra years to graduate, but better than being held back another year for failing more classes, right Aidan?"
Aidan stared back vacantly. He tugged at his shorts to adjust his twitching cock. "Uhh yeah, I guess. I just wanna know where my classes are dude."
"Dean. And here is your new schedule. You could've found it online, but here's a printed version. Don't lose this one."
Aidan grabbed the schedule, with the paper nearly crumbling around his sausage fingers. Physical Education. Intro to Business Principles. Intro to Sports Nutrition. Aidan cared more about addressing his growing boner than looking at his boring ass classes though.
Aidan left the Dean's office for the last time. His class schedule was already stuffed into the depth of his backpack forgotten about. With his reduced course load, Aidan didn't even have class today. Instead, he'd go for another swim. It was more that unfair his gargantuan 22 year old self would compete against other college kids when Aidan was more olympian than student athlete. But first, Aidan needed to get off. The dumb giant jerked off in the locker room while changing into his speedo. He flexed his steel-like muscles. His sharp animal eyes looking directly into the mirror. He was lust. He was hunger. He was powerful. His rough palms wrapped around his 11 inch cock, spewing cum all along the lockers. "Fuuuuck dude. I needed that" Aidan muttered to himself, his brain now fully foggy. Drool decorated the locker room alongside his splattering of steaming cum.
Aidan knew to swim, to go to class, and to workout. In the pool, all 6' 4" inches of his body were on display as he destroyed anyone who dared race against him. In class, his hands could barely grip a pencil without snapping it in two, though not like Aidan would be taking notes. The mere sight of his perfect body, or even worse, some hot chick, were enough to get his cock to strain against his shorts. In the gym, when he wasn't slamming weights to the ground, he was flexing in a mirror to the joy of any other gym-goer.
Aidan was the epitome of a dumb athlete. He rarely thought of anything other than working out or hooking up. To be frank he rarely thought. Whatever his coach or Dean told him, he'd do. Sometimes the Dean would check-in on him, but Aidan could barely communicate anything beyond how he needs to get a lift in or how horny he was.
One day, the Dean scolded him for disappearing in the middle of class with some girl to hookup in the bathroom, but the words would gloss over Aidan. Aidan chuckled, "Dude she was so hot though." Just sitting in the Dean's office, Aidan's cock sprang to life at the thought of her curves, her long silky hair, her tight body. The Dean tried to avert his gaze from the grotesque boner just barely contained in his pants and the accompanying wet spot growing along his thigh.
Another day, the Dean told Aidan he was enrolled as a nude model for the art department. "Uh sure I just stand there and flex? Sounds kinda gay but I'm sure they'll be some hot chicks that'll love it. Even the chopped ones, bet I can make em wet, right Dean?" Student enrollment skyrocketed in Intro to Art of the Human Anatomy, and so too did the amount of girls and gays begging for Aidan's number. They'd flirt with the brute, but slow mind would rarely keep up for conversation. Not that this was a deal breaker. His pheromones where enough to entrance any student into daydreaming of Aidan's hands palming their body, his massive frame hovering over them, held up by his massive biceps, and making eye contact with his eyes right before he fucked them. Aidan was right, his mere presence was more than enough to "get em wet."
All thanks to his PEP, Aidan didn't have to deal with his alleged cheating scandal or have to repeat college as a freshman elsewhere. Now, Aidan was still on track to graduate, but instead of a few days, it might be a few more years. He didn't care though, the dumb jock was in heaven. If the Dean wanted to, Aidan would sign his life away as the campus himbo. Hell, if the Dean wanted, Aidan would be the campus prostitute, he was halfway there already. Aidan was just a hunk of meat. Something people could use to win awards in swimming competitions for the school, to gawk at in class and on campus, or to fulfill any sexual desire imaginable. But, maybe one day, if Aidan studied real hard and put kept his dick in his pants, he'll walk across the stage for graduation. But if not, I'm sure he'd be willing to sign another PEP.
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Shoutout to @misctf's story and @joshslater's story as both are fantastic stories that were amazing inspirations for this one
Griffin Vaughn. QB1, 6' 2", 225 pounds, pure muscle. He is what other guys envy. The dominant swagger, chest puffed out, cocky gait. He knew he was hot shit, but who could argue with him. When he wasn't dominating wimpy D1 defensive linemen under Friday night lights, he was smooth talking his way through frat parties on Saturdays. All to wake up the next morning and destroy the weight racks at the entertainment of any lucky enough to be in the university gym that morning. Sweat flung from his massive biceps and dripped down his tapered torso. Little was left to imagination as Griff donned the cutoffs that were more cut than cloth.
Tonight was their heated game against the university's rival. The stadium was packed awaiting the team's performance. Griff's blood rushed with an excess of testosterone and excitement. He lived off the praise of the crowd, the admiration of every girl and guy in those stands, the idea of being the dominant animal he'd spent years crafting himself to be. In the locker room, Griff had his headphones in, carefully scanning his bulbous pecs and diamond calves. He knew what he was. The best thing that had ever happened to this school. No one worked as hard as he did, looked as good as he did, fucked as hard as he did. And he deserved it. Pumped up from his internal pep talk, he was ready to hit the field.
Unsurprisingly, the team dominated their rivals. At each touchdown, pass, or interception, the crowd erupted. Nothing could compare. To celebrate their victory, campus was extra lively tonight. Parties lined frat row, especially Griffin's own. Drifting from booze to beer pong to whichever bombshell walked through the doors, Griffin was on fire as much in the frat as on the field. His meaty hands wrapped around two beers stacked on each other while the other gently pushed the backs of 7s out of the way. His wide shoulders made navigating the crowded party difficult, but his lack of care and overflowing confidence produced more than enough force to get through. Halfway to grabbed another beer, Griff saw her. Long blonde hair, skinny waist, full lips. She was just his type.
Griffin parted the sea of people and made a direct route to her. She was mid conversation with someone else, but Griffin's loud booming voice ensured her attention rested on no one else. "You celebrating our big win tonight?" Griffin's usual pickup line. The girl seemed slightly perturbed, deflecting away from football and saying she just needed a night out. Griffin, though shocked that she wouldn't give him the praise he needed, pushed on. He liked when a girl played hard to get. The two went on. Riley, some sorority chick that somehow didn't know who Griffin was. The loud party meant Griffin had the excuse to stand mere inches away from her, his hulk-ish body squaring her off from others as he cocks his head down to listen. He made sure to be flexing his biceps when he took a swig from his beer and to reach his head behind his back to show off his deep cut abs as he scratched his head.
Riley didn't bite though. This wasn't hard to get, this was disinterest. It drove Griffin furious. He placed his hand against the wall behind Riley and asked, "Why don't we go somewhere more private to talk?" His breath tinged with beer. Riley, now from discomfort to something worse, awkwardly retorted, "oh... no thanks." Griffin's other hand, now holding two empty beers, quickly lunged into place at Riley's waist. "C'mon, a pretty girl like you shouldn't have to be around these type of guys. You deserve better." Riley was steadfast. Discomfort now firmly disgust defined her face. "Get off me," she firmly stated. Though Griffins hands recoiled, he was persistent, insisting that she come hangout with him elsewhere. As she began to walk off, Griffin's hands meant for catching whirling footballs reached out and grabbed Riley's wrist. She whipped her head around and muttered something under her breath. Riley tore Griffin's grip from her and simply said "Ugh, I'm sick of guys like you" as she stormed off from the party.
Griffin, only slightly shaken from his encounter, was quick to find someone else. He pounded down a few extra drinks to cope with his first rejection in years. Fuck who did that girl think she was. It wasn't gonna ruin his night. Griff found a different girl, probably same sorority, generally same features -- they were interchangeable to Griffin. Sun peaked through Griffin's frat bedroom windows. The beams reflected off beer cans and sat along dirty clothes. Griffin's body took up most of his queen sized bed, but to his left a small dainty body nestled into his bicep. "Ah shit." He swept off the bed sheets to reveal his nude body and shuffled his arm out from underneath her. "Uhhh sorry but I gotta hit the gym, I'll text you or something for sure. Last night was fun." Though Griffin didn't remember a thing about last night, not even her name. Griffin kicked out the girl without any more talk, nor a t shirt to wear, or even time to fix her hair.
Griffin threw on some gym clothes, one of his favorite cutoffs, and got ready for the gym. He stood over the dirty frat toilet, sprinkled with throw up from girls and guys alike, and unleashed his 8 inch cock. The flaccid uncut stallion was his pride and joy. Bet you'd love to see it hard. Griffin unloaded what felt like gallons of beer from last night. Tucking his thick cock into his gym shorts, he was out the door.
Per usual, Griff paraded his snapchat and messages with pictures of videos of him as he made his way to the gym. His cutoffs even seemed to be more threadbare than usual, but he knew these pictures would drive anyone with eyes crazy. As he sent along pictures of himself, he got a message from an unknown number. It was Riley. Griffin wouldn't have remembered who that if not her own recount of last night: "Sorry about last night, you're right, I was just mad you're out of my league. Hope I can make it up to you one day"
Ignoring that dumbass text, Griff got out of his truck. Once in the gym, he was in his element. Throwing around weight like they were pillows, catching lingers eyes on him from across the gym. He was the center of attention and he knew it. How could you not watch Griffin work out. His top drifted away from his body to give you the perfect glance of his v lines. His tight gym shorts showed off his massive quads. And of course, his biceps were on full display, pulsating the entire time. Yet as Griffin continued on through his usual routine, he felt slightly fatigued. His workout felt slight more exhausting than usual. Not the getting ripped type of effort, but rather the type of effort of weakness. Griffin shrugged it, knowing who he was: hot shit.
The rest of the day progressed as usual. Bouncing between hanging with his bros, day drinking turned to night drinking, and partying at his frat. The next morning, Griffin hit the gym. As he lifted, he knew all attention sat on him, but once again he was exerting himself a bit more than usual. His shoulders protruded less than usual. His biceps less thick. His stature just a bit shorter. Griffin didn't notice any of these changes, he just continued to scan the gym for eyes that gave him the attention. At the end of his workout, he was struck to 6'. He had lost maybe 50 pounds of muscle, down to a more lean 175. He was still muscular, but a far cry from a D1 quarterback and now more of a fit recreational athlete.
Griff was oblivious to the changes. His cocky attitude still meant he jaunted about the gym, yet his pounding footsteps no longer slammed against the ground with his hefty weight. Griffin spent the rest of the day back at the frat, yet even there the dynamics were off. Griffin used to dominate the conversation, almost like the rest of his bros paused to hang on each word that slipped from his mouth so they could properly react and worship him. But now? They almost spoke over him. They made jokes at his expense from time to time. Griffin shook it off, and eventually called it a night. He had an early morning practice anyway.
Overnight, Griffin continued to change. His lost more height, downing to 5' 8" on a good day. His large size 12 feet sank in, no longer hanging off the bed but curling inwards into a fetal position. His arms and legs shed almost all muscle. Griffin looked like a stickman with a pair of abs. Not abs from years of hard work, but those from not eating enough that TikToker e-boys have. Upon waking up, Griffin sprang out of bed. His bed no longer reformed around his beastly weight, but sat unaffected by the removal of his feathery presence. Griffin looked in the mirror and smiled, he was hot shit. He flexed his arms, and though they no longer were the size of basketballs, he was proud. Griffin swaggered his way to practice, putting on his practice gear. Ready for the rest of his teammates to arrive, Griff loomed around the field ready to get some praise.
When his teammates arrived, they spared no laugh, however. "Never seen a water boy try on gear before?" Luke the wide receiver shouted. "Did he take my fucking helmet? Swear to god where did he even get this shit" asked Noah one of the defensive linemen. Griffin was confused. He was the quarterback? The best damn player on this team? "Get your ass back on the bench Gareth."
Stripped from his football gear, Gareth laid on the side of the field. His oversized shorts slide down exposing his jockstrap. The rest of the team cackled at the twink trying to look serious in his boyish socks, complete and utter lack of muscle, and of course glaring jockstrap. "Fuck this, I'm Griffin, the best thing to happen to this team, fuck all of you guys" Gareth shouted as he stormed off from the field. "Dude talk about a crash out, think our water boy must've had a bad weekend, dweeb is having a mental break."
Gareth ran his car. The lifted trunk now a meager 2008 Honda Accord. He looked in his phone camera and instead of his wide jawed, masculine face, he was met with a rat-like one back. He wasn't the guy every girl fawned over, but instead on that was looked over as girls left history class. But Gareth didn't see it that way. Gareth was the shit. He craved attention, and for all he cared, he still deserved it. He needed a pump. He needed the stares of the gym. He drove back to his room to change, but the door code on the frat had changed. Gareth banged on the door though his knocks were far from banging. His shrill nasally voice shouted in a manner mimicking that of a demanding man. With no luck, Gareth ran back to his car and fished out a tank from the back. Driving over to the gym, Gareth was finally home.
Gareth threw on his headphones, though instead of country, it was musical theatre. As he curled his biceps with 10 pound dumbbells, Hamilton and Dear Evan Hanson chanted through his ears. Gareth didn't give a fuck, it was how he got his pump in to look as good as he did. As he looked around the gym, however, no one was looking his way. In his mind, he was the total package, but to everyone else he was just the latest freshman trying out the campus gym for the first time. He faded into the background. Gareth wouldn't stand for this. Instead, he pulled out his phone to text the girl from a few nights ago. Anne was her name. He snapped a pic of himself and sent it her way, this'll get her attention alright.
Gareth's legs were nice and spread, showing off his handsome stick legs. His shorts showing off his thin quads. If she looked close, she'd see his perfect 5 inch cock. Damn he was the shit. His tank showed off his pride and joy, those nice bare bone arms. His ratty unkempt hair mixed with sweat and oil would make Anne beg for another night with Gareth. His once tight necklace now dangled over his birdlike chest. Gareth loved everything about this picture, and he was certain Anne would too.
Instead, she simply responded with "Ew, how did you get my number" and in trying to respond, Gareth was blocked. No argument, no back and forth, just a quick and firm block. Gareth was once again out of luck for getting his much deserved attention. His mind thought of one final option: Riley. That ugly bitch may have blown him off once, but it was her lucky day.
On autopilot, Gareth finished up his workout and went back to his dorm. He lived on campus in a small modest dorm, a far cry from his frat mansion. Posters of video game characters and cliche movies decorated his walls. Wrinkled t shirts and out of fashion shoes piled in the corners. Gareth was home. But he had one thing on his mind. Riley's attention. He opened his phone and sent Riley a simple message. Come to my dorm and submit. His skinny frame straddled the camera, his shriveled balls laid on the desk, his ratty face staring directly into Riley's eyes.
Gareth stared at his phone screen, waiting for Riley to respond. He wanted attention. Not just that at this point. He wanted to fuck. He needed to fuck. His mouth salivated at the thought of finally fucking some college bimbo. He deserved it. But Riley responded not with welcomed arms, but with laughs. "Haha you freak! Put that dick away spaghetti arms, I'm WAY out of your league, Gideon."
Gideon was furious. He was the hottest dude on campus, girls should be lining up to fuck him. Gideon's entire world had changed, yet he was oblivious to it. When he'd sit front row of his computer science class flirting with the girl next to him, his baritone voice was replayed by a high pitched nervous cadence. Rather than smooth pick up lines, he sounded like the biggest gay on campus. "We should totally go back to my dorm room and watch some anime together! I love Dragon Ball, Goku has such a hot body." Off put by Gideon's advances and general smell, girls were quick to turn him down.
Gideon was now a horny twink, incapable of expressing himself in anything other than the most nerdy, most gay, most embarrassing ways possible. His former teammates make fun of the water boy who had a psychotic break. Any girl that talked to him make fun of him as the random nerd who sexted them out of the blue. Yet Gideon was still convinced that he was top dog. He yearned for a girl to hook up, and his ego always got the better of him. He'd scan dating apps, sending girls pics like this or this. Was this supposed to be hot? His skinny frame, his messy hair, his uncomfortable face? To Gideon, it a best showcase of his perfect body. To everyone else, it was a weird perv. Now, Gideon would be forced to settle with his lifelong partner: his hand. His looks and his ego ensured he'd never get anyone other than that. Gideon, when not hopelessly (and awkwardly) flirting with women, would be locked in his dorm room bathroom snapping elicit pics and most importantly jacking off. "Get the fuck out of there you gay-ass Gideon, his roommate shouted." Gideon shouted back in his boomed voice, "Yo fuck off" but instead meagerly whined back "I'm like busy right now."
Merely one week later, Gideon tucked himself into bed. His dorm room now the opposite side of campus from frat row. They were all celebrating another blowout win from their football team. Instead, Gideon was messaging girls on whatever dating app he hadn't already exhausted. Disgraced water boy, queerbaiting computer science major, and egotistical twig, Gideon Vickers wasn't out of everyone's league anymore. Rather, he was in a league of his own: the very bottom.
Josh was a typical frat brother. His cocky grin rarely left his face, giving way to his pearly smile and easy eyes. His blond hair scattered across his face in a messy but thoughtful manner, and his fit jock build meant few girls on campus didn't have a crush on him. His large set of pecs, subtle dashing of abs, and firm biceps ensured this. Josh was from California and dressed like it too. He loved to show off his golden tan in his well trimmed shorts and Birkenstock sandals. His long toned legs strutted from place to place with a sense of unburdened carelessness. Josh loved his life. He bounced from party to party, girl to girl, and couldn't seem happier.
In the winter, Josh's roommate moved out, however. The two were boys, quickly connecting over going out to drink and watching games back in the dorm. It was a real bummer to have his friend move out. His college would send over someone random, but Josh wasn't one to worry and didn't give his replacement much thought. A few nights later, Josh stumbled back to his dorm from a long night out to find a few bags slumped in the corner of the room. Looks like his replacement was found, though no where to be found in the dorm, so Josh went to bed for the night. Josh was awoken by the clanging of joysticks and an unmistakable odor. Josh was by no means clean, but he took care of himself. This smell was unlike anything else he'd smelt, not even comparable to Josh's time back on the soccer team in high school. As Josh got out of bed, he turn around to meet his new roommate.
Brogan was a giant, practically taking up the other side of the dorm with just his body alone, and it didn't hurt he sprawled his legs out at nearly 180 degrees. Josh was taken aback by his sheer presence but most obviously by his utter lack of clothes. Brogan's large hand obscured his cock but an endless forest of hair. His long hairy toes splayed out grasping at the carpet.
"Oh shit sorry dude, I didn't mean to catch you off guard. I'm Josh nice to meet you."
"Bro you're chilling, fuck, I just like to be comfortable at home, hope you don't mind haha."
Brogan was vapid at best and brain dead at worse. The lumbering oaf didn't have a glimmer of thoughts behind his dull eyes as he spoke to Josh. Josh, admitted weirded out by Brogan's nudity, could bare it. He wasn't new to naked men, he was around them all the time in the locker room, just a little odd to experience it five feet from his dorm bed. Josh and Brogan continued to chat, though not really hitting it off. The social skills of Josh seemed to flounder against the brick wall of Brogan who's full attention seemed to be either his video game or scratching his balls. Fuck it, Josh needed to leave, he'd had enough of thr smell of Brogan. Josh went about his day chatting with friends about his odd new roommate though the wistful Josh eventually pushed it back of mind. Another night of parties and girls was enough to remedy him.
Upon returning to his dorm, Brogan was passed out. The sheets were no where to be found with his hairy body laying on the raw mattress, his hand draped on his dick and loud snores filling the room. Josh kept to his own and simply went out to the bathroom to get ready for bed. As he brushed his teeth, Josh drove his fingers into his mouth to fish out a hair. On further inspection, it was a dark brown pubic hair. "Dude that's so fucking nasty. How the hell did his pube end up in my toothbrush." Josh rinsed his mouth under the sink over and over in disgust. He'd have to talk to this ogre tomorrow about this weird shit. Josh went to bed and rolled his eyes at his new roommate.
In the night, Josh began to toss and turn. The fit jock's body began to elongate, stretch out across the mattress. His feed began to dangle off the bed, increasing in size. His shoulders pushed out and broadened. His thighs becoming more defined. This constant growth was drowned out by snoring harmonized between the two roommates. In a cold sweat, Josh awoke in the late morning. He looked over at Brogan's bed only to find the wrinkled bed empty. Then, Josh looked down at his own now naked body. Josh bolted up in shock. He ran to the bathroom to see his new massive frame. He stumbled over his large feet and almost fell through the door.
Fuck! The once slim jock had put on pounds and pounds of muscle. He frantically looked around the bathroom to cover up, grabbing an old pair of underwear. Oh god it was Brogan's. The pair looked like they'd barely fit around his thick glutes and growing bulge. Any of Josh's underwear were out of the question then. Josh's massive hands took ahold of his phone to snap a picture. This was real.
Josh fit himself into the pair of underwear. The fabric brushed again his dick and it jolted awake. Josh slept around but this was unlike anything he had felt before. It was primal, raw. The underwear strained against his enlarged member as it wrapped around his massive quads. A wet spot quickly formed against the material as pre-cum leaked voraciously. Josh fought against his own instincts in an attempt to make it to class. He threw on some more of Brogan's dirty laundry. His hulking frame shook the ground as he picked up a pair of gym shorts and a loose tank, though the smell didn't seem to both Josh anymore. As he walked to class, Josh couldn't focus on anything. His straining member took his entire attention as he tried to fumble with his bulge to no avail. His gait stretched out awkwardly to adjust for his half hard dick, his big paw like hands tugged at the wet spot in his pants, and he cursed under his breadth only to hear a booming a voice. This mouth breathing version of himself drew the attention of anyone who could see, hear, or smell. Josh continued to panic but his brain felt like it was on overdrive, barely able to form coherent thoughts. Josh's mind just about short circuited when he ran into a scantly clad cross country runner. The twink's firm bubble butt practically fell out of his running shorts fresh off of practice. Josh's dick stood at full mast, punching its way out of his shorts at a massive 10 inches all the while leaking a stream of pre-cum.
Josh ran from campus trying to cover up his rowdy penis. His massive feet carrying his broad shoulders as his pecs bounced with each step. As he ran, his hair darkened from his effortless blonde hair to darker shade of brown. Finally, Josh stopped by the shore and with no one around, he started to jerk off. What was he doing? The jock had no inhibitions, no thoughts, other than trying to relieve himself. He tossed off his clothes, leaving him in nothing but Brogan's tight underwear from before. Nothing felt better than what Josh was doing now, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Josh's toes curled on the side of the shoreline as he drove his dick into his hands, groaning, practically yelling at this point. Then Josh finished. Streams of cum launched from Josh's foot long penis, rewiring his very brain chemistry. He laid on the ground panting from exhaustion, but he wanted more. Josh's hand, still coated in cum, began to stroke his member once again. Josh was in heavy as he cum over and over and over again. Hours passed like minutes as he coated every crevice of his body in a rich creamy cum. The divots of his defined abs were soaked. His hands dripping. But nothing was enough. Finally, a man caught side of the 6' 3" giant by the shoreside. As the man approached, all he could hear were organismic moans. A meaty hand grabbed Josh by the shoulder, interrupting him mid-ejaculation. It was Brogan.
Rather than being met with shame, Josh proudly turned around, dick in hand.
"Woah, dude, is that you Josh?" Brogan asked. Josh nodded yes, but continued to stroke his dick incessantly. "Haha" Brogan boomed, "You've turned out even better than expected. Come on you dumb fuck, you've got a lot to learn."
The words meant almost nothing to Josh, but Brogan dragged Josh back to their dorm. Josh's dick grotesquely protruded from his underwear as Brogan walked him across campus. The two freaks were hard to not notice, especially as Josh walked back in nothing but underwear.
Back in the dorm, Josh looked at Brogran with nothing but lust as he looked at Brogan. Brogan was overjoyed, "Josh! Look at you man, you're an absolute beast now, haha! Doesn't it feel great just letting everything go, I knew you'd give in to that primal desire, fuck dude, let's fucking go." But Josh stood their drooling both from his mouth and from his leaking penis. All he cared about was flexing and finding something to get off to. "You're not done yet buddy, I've got to teach you a few more things before you're my perfect roomie alright?"
Brogan sat down Josh. The dimly lit dorm and stench ridden sofa were Josh's new forever home. Brogan flicked on the TV. "This'll really drive you mad."
"All I am is porn. I am a worthless gooner. All I know is porn..." Josh continued.
Josh sat there stroking his dick without hesitation. But as he reached his climax, Brogan slapped his hands away. Josh struggled in pain as pre-cum flooded his shaft, but he didn't cum. Brogan released his hands and Josh, still transfixed on the TV continued to stroke. His veiny dick pulsated and grew in girth, but again right before he came, Brogan restrained him. Josh yelled in euphoric agony, his mind grinding down into nothing. Hours went by, and Brogan kept training Josh. As Josh's hands shriveled from the cum that coat his hands, Brogan handed him a pocket pussy. Freshly used and Josh's new best friend -- plastic -- was put to good use, but again right before Josh finished, Brogan stopped him.
"All I am is porn. I am a worthless gooner. All I know is porn..."
Josh sat there, day in and day out, gooning to whatever Brogan flicked on the TV. Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. Josh's once overly muscular body began to slim out as his own exercise was constantly edging himself. Brogan treated Josh just like his personal sex. He would pleasure himself with whatever toys Brogan would provide to him. Whether fucking a plastic pussy and licking his own cum out of it, or rimming himself with a massive dildo, Josh would do whatever it took to cum, but he never could. Right before he cam, his body would shut off, leaving Josh in a state of pleasure and pain. All day and night, Josh would sit on that couch. His facial hair continued to grow out, and his stench only worsened. Brogan didn't mind, however. The drooling fucker made for the perfect roommate.
Josh was nothing more than a pathetic gooner now, Brogan's gooner to be specific. He chased the unending desire for pleasure, only to be stopped right before he could cum. He thought of nothing other than what object nearest him would bring him the most amount of pleasure, only to fall short every single time. His brain had completely turned off. He was desperate, but his body kept him pinned to the couch. Any time he would try and leave, his knees buckled under the organismic pleasure of his dick jolting awake. It needed his constant attention, and Josh could think or do nothing else. Sometimes Josh would pass out, only to wake up with a puddle of pre cum on the sofa. He'd lap up the cum and finger his mouth as he tried to reach ejaculation. Occasionally Brogan would get back from class or playing video games at his desk to sit by Josh. The fiend would dive into his armpits, grabbing onto whatever parts of Brogan he could in a desperate attempt to cum. The freak was fiendish, frantically rubbing his cum soiled body up and down, begging to be fucked harder. Brogan loved when he begged for it.
As the two fucked on the rancid couch, Josh begged for more. Brogan rammed him again and again, shaking the entire dorm, moaning out in pleasure. Josh was nearly there, he whimpered out, "please" the first time he'd spoken an actual word in weeks, begging to be fucked just a little bit more, he was so close he could feel it. Just then, Brogan came inside of Josh, flooding him. Brogan kept going, sliding in and out as cum filling his inside. Josh was on the edge still, feverishly worshipping Brogan. Brogan, again came inside of Josh. Brogan kept going to Josh's delight, but by the third climax, Josh realized he was never going to cum. Brogan had fucked every part of his body as hard as humanly possible, over and over again, but it was not enough. Brogan ripped his foot long penis out of Josh as Josh gushed cum from his leaking hole. Josh had practically passed out, but all the same he was no closer to cumming.
As Josh looked over at Brogan, who had passed out from exhaustion, Josh glanced back at his side of the dorm. His bed looked the same as it did the day he left in Brogan's underwear, untouched since then. Josh, for but a moment, thought about getting up, returning to his bed and returning to his life outside of Brogan. He could barely remember what that life was even like. But these thoughts were quickly erased by the raging boner he had between his legs. And so, rather than getting up, escaping his life on the couch, he reached his left hand into his ass to coat it in Brogan's cum, and began to hopeless jerk off once again. Josh was forever a slave to his primal desires, and forever prey to Brogan, the apex predator.
Beau was looking for something new. The 19 year old college sophomore enjoyed his freshman year, but he wanted to get more involved and meet new people while also staying in shape. As he hovered from group to group at his university’s club fair, nothing seemed to stick out to him. That was, until he approached the club water polo team’s booth. The group of men were clad in nothing more than speedos, causing Beau to slightly blush. He wasn’t gay or anything, but certainly didn’t have the confidence in his body nor his place on campus to be strutting around like those guys. Standing out from the rest, a giant man pushed forward to greet Beau.
The senior stood firm, his wide shoulders pushed back, chlorine wet hair slicked back in his hat, chest puffed out, and eyes obfuscated by his glasses. Beau couldn’t get a read on Sam behind those glasses and stoic expression. Sam’s veiny forearms guided his massive hand onto Beau’s as he introduced himself as the captain of the team. Sam gave Beau the sales pitch for joining the club, but Beau could only focus on Sam. As he spoke, Beau could feel Sam’s eyes scan him up and down. He couldn’t see behind those glasses, but he could just feel it. As Sam continued to talk, he nonchalantly felt up his body. Nothing major, just scratching his bulbous chest as he talked, touching the back of his head to expose his armpits, and running his hands along the sides of his speedo. Beau was chilled the longer he talked to Sam, but he was convincing. Maybe less of what he was saying and more what he was. Regardless, Beau committed himself to his first practice tomorrow morning.
Beau had been a swimmer back in high school and had the slender build to boot which cut through the water. Beau hadn’t heard much about the water polo team other than how tight-knit they were. As such, he was a little nervous to be joining his sophomore year. Though more on the timid side, Beau thought of himself as a pretty social person. He was always the runt of the group at a meager 5’ 8’, so he often relied on his humor and warm smile to get him by. He confidently got ready for practice and to make some new friends.
As he arrived, Sam welcomed him in. Again, he remained impossible to get a read on, whether he was happy or ambivalent to see Beau at practice. Sam gave Beau the team’s uniform: a speedo. The skimpy speedo was tight around his modest bulge, but Beau had already come to terms with the potential embarrassment of wearing so little. These would be his new friends, Beau thought, and there was really no way around it. Beau got changed and jumped in the pool.
Practice exhausted him. On the smaller end of players, Beau definitely felt out of shape. In spite of this, he felt energized to keep going. Though he had just met the people he was playing with, they all were so friendly and welcoming in and outside of the pool. The water polo team seemed to embrace Beau with open arms, something rare for a college, nonetheless as a late addition. Beau had never met any of the guys on the team, not even seen them around campus, but it felt like he had already known them for weeks as they continued to play.
Practice was wrapping up and Beau was getting ready to head out. He chatted with some of the guys, though Sam was nowhere to be found. Somewhat of a blessing and a curse. The rest of the team continued to stick around, something Beau loved to see. The team really was tight knit, but he had to leave and do some work for his classes the next day. As he left, he glanced back to see a bunch of the guys cackling around three guys. They were humping each other with a ball between them, to the delight of the rest of the team. Seemed like an odd joke, but Beau thought the team was just close. If you spend so much time together, it could make sense to have some off color humor. But they seemed really into it, practically fucking in front of everyone. The three men seemed to touch each other with increasing intensity, causing more and more laughs. Beau giggled a little out of discomfort, making eye contact with the three. The guy in the back didn’t seem too jovial, instead filled with an animal-like lust. Regardless, Beau was on his way out and didn’t really need to see more of this.
Beau continued to go to practice. It had been about two weeks on the team. He would work himself to the bone during practice, but the comradery was always worth it. Sure there were some odd gay jokes that went too far, but Beau really felt like part of something bigger. He had a host of new friends he’d say hi to between classes, eat meals with, and spend his nights with. Beau also found himself getting more fit. This was a different type of fit than before. In the past, his slim swimmer build was nothing more than some muscle tone, but water polo really added some much needed muscle. He felt more and more confident in his body. One night, after practice, Beau went back to his dorm and just flexed. His biceps looked great. His eyes traced down his body. Wow, his chest too. His abs were far more defined too. Beau then traced down to his crotch. He nudged his underwear down just a little, exposing his slender waist and just above exposing his penis entirely. He just stood there, admiring his body.
Beau got ready for practice the next morning, eager for another day. As he got ready, he flexed once again. Even compared to last night, Beau thought he added some mass. He flexed his biceps and just admired himself. The rest of the team did too, adding in chirps about how big he’s gotten. Beau looked more masculine and large. His muscles were a nice touch, but he thought he finally looked his age. He wasn’t the runt of the group, clearly larger than the freshman. His 5’ 10” stature was still on the shorter end, but he made up for it with his strength. That’s what the rest of the team loved about him. They always talked about how he could pass the ball the furthest, or throw it the fastest. Beau’s hands could clasp the ball and cut through the water like a real athlete. His shoulders could row his arms like oars. It felt like he was on the water polo team his whole life, he was built like he was born for it at least.
Beau left the locker room, still riding the high of all the half-joke compliments he got from the rest of the team about his physique. Beau excelled, feeling extra great. He felt like an animal tearing through the water. Afterwards, Sam approached him to chat. Though nothing major beyond commenting on how good Beau was doing, Beau was once again uneasy. He was almost in a trance talking to Sam. Almost as if his mere presence sent Beau into an altered state. As they chatted, Beau’s eyes drifted over at the poolside in the distance. Maybe he was just tired from practice, but it looked like someone was jerking off. Instead of looking away, he continued to stare. Sam too, continued to talk to Beau, but he couldn’t make out the words. The man stroked his cock underneath his speedo. His long legs spread out on the bench, occasionally sprawling out and kicking in pleasure. His head knocked back and eyes closed tight. His mouth was agape the entire time, Beau could almost see him drooling. The guy just kept jerking and jerking and jerking, but the most odd part was the guys around him watching. They just watched him. No one stepped in to stop him, or make any comments, they just sat transfixed on his penis. Sam snapped Beau back to reality with a hearty pat on the back and sent him back to the locker room. Beau went on autopilot, not even acknowledging what he just saw. He got changed and went back to his dorm.
Beau’s head was more fuzzy than usual as he entered his dorm. Not a head pain, more just noise. He closed his eyes and pictures of his team mate jerking off flashed in his eyes. He couldn’t get the image of his legs kicked against the concrete, toes curling, and mouth drooling onto his cock. Fuck, he was so horny. Beau pulled out his phone and needed to find someone to hook up with. He snapped a picture of himself and sent it to some random girl on Snapchat. This wasn’t like him. He wasn’t even sure who he sent the picture to, just that he wanted her over at his place as soon as possible. His size 12 foot stepped on the counter top of his bathroom and opened his crotch up to the mirror. His dick was strained against his underwear leaving little to the imagination. His muscles were carved by the lighting in the bathroom, this would get her over here for sure. However, Beau continued to look at himself in the mirror. God he was so hot. Beau dropped his phone, not even seeing if the random girl he wanted to hook up with had responded. Instead, he opted to jerk off to himself. His gaze transfixed onto his own body. His phone buzzed on the floor, presumably with texts back about the promiscuous photo he just sent, but all Beau could focus on was his own body. He ripped his cock out from his underwear and stroked his dick. It was unbelievably sensitive. His dick could feel every digit, every touch along his shaft. Beau’s brain was haywired in that moment, completely overtaken by pleasure. His gaze now focused on his own eyes in the mirror as he fucked his hand on the countertop. He thrust and thrust with his teeth gritted and fist clenched around his member. Grunting louder and louder, Beau came over and over again. His 8” cock flooded the sink and flung cum all over the mirror.
Holy fuck, Beau was on fire. Beau stumbled back to his bed. His heavy frame stomped with each step, back and forth still dazed from his climax. Fuck. He was still horny. He had one desire and one desire alone. He was like a drone back on autopilot. Beau wanted more. Jerking off again just wouldn’t do it. Beau NEEDED more. Without thinking, he got back up in search of his phone. He grunted in anger and desperation. His phone laid dormant on his bathroom floor, now drizzled with sweat and cum. He licked off whatever was on his phone like an animal, devouring it down in hopes of cleaning it off. He sprawled himself on his desk chair. What once was filled with school work, now sat barren. Regardless, Beau snapped a picture of himself bare naked, but instead of sending it to an unnamed bimbo, he pulled up Sam’s contact. Without a second thought, Beau sent a picture over.
Beau was going crazy while he waited. He just sent the picture over to Sam, but all he could think about was Sam. Why was he not responding? He was so horny. While he waited he beat his meat relentlessly but it wasn’t enough. Where was Sam? By the time Sam came over, Beau had already ejaculated 5 times. His bed was doused in cum, sweat, and drool. But who cares, Sam was finally here. Beau threw himself at Sam, hoping he would fuck him, even just kiss him, perhaps even just touch him, but instead he just stood there. Sam directed Beau back to his bed and stood over him. Sam gave him a nearly translucent piece of fabric that could be loosely defined as underwear to put on. Beau put it on and bucked his hips up hoping for anything. Instead, Sam commanded him to jerk off. The two maintained eye contact the entire time. Sam stared at Beau like he was his prey, and Beau loved it. Any and all thoughts fell away, instead Beau was Sam’s. Though Sam never touched Beau, Beau imagined Sam’s touch along his huge biceps, he imagined Sam’s tongue along his abs, he imagined Sam’s dick ramming inside of him, all of this without breaking eye contact with Sam himself. Beau’s body shook the bed as he jerked off while Beau stood unmoving. This continued for what felt like hours. He masturbated, then came, then masturbated, then came. Sam watched all of it, until Beau, so exhausted, passed out.
Beau awoke the next morning energized. The night before was fuzzy, nothing more than a dream to him. He had a faint feeling that he saw Sam, but that wasn’t possible, he didn’t even have the captain’s number, nonetheless he was close enough to hangout outside of practice. Beau got out of bed and started getting ready for practice. As he brushed his teeth, his dick was insatiable. Beau was wearing one of his favorite pieces of underwear. Beau thought about where he got it but was dumbfounded, but damn did he like how it showed off his body. Beau knew how hot he was, and he fucked his hand on the bathroom sink to his muscularity. He was so excited to go to water polo today, it was game day.
Like clockwork, Beau made his way into the locker room and stripped down to nothing but his underwear. The water polo boys were extra eager about Beau today. They complimented him on how big he’s gotten the biggest they’ve ever seen. Were they talking about his body or his dick, ha. Beau chuckled at the thought, though his dick was firm against his underwear. His 10” dick was impossible to manage, and his teammates always chirped him for it. His teammates would pass by him and grab at his biceps. They were impossibly large. Beau spent hours in the gym, even outside of practice. They commented on his cannon, how he could throw the ball faster and further than anyone else on the team. Yeah Beau had a cannon alright. God damn he was big. His shoulders rounded out like football pads. His veins pulsated from his gargantuan forearms. His hands could not only clutch the ball, but pop it with his grasp. Beau pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. Without thinking, he sent a picture, not to Sam, but to the water polo group chat. Beau doesn’t remember when he was added to the chat, but it was filled with nothing other than pictures of the team’s bodies. Picture after picture of the team. This would be a good addition, Beau thought.
The game was amazing. Beau was an all star player, easily able to keep up with those around him. The team dominated the pool. What was once a foreign sport was now his second nature. He worked in tandem with his jockish teammates, operating as a pack of animals with an unmatched strength. The puny opponents could do nothing against Beau and the team’s sheer size and power. At the command of their fearless captain, the team tore their opponents apart. Beau was filled with satisfaction, unlike anything else. He felt great pride at fulfilling Sam’s orders and at accomplishing victory alongside his best friends. This was his community. Beau had found his people.
To celebrate, the team was invited over to Sam’s place, the water polo house. Most of the team lived there and was the main hangout spot for the team, but Beau had yet to be over as a newbie. As the team piled in, the place was filled to the brim with giants. The hulking water polo team was made at home in the odorous house. The place reeked bodily fluids, but the team certainly couldn’t tell. Beau and the team chatted and just hung out like the best friends they were, that was, until Sam made his entrance. Sam entered and congratulated the team on their latest victory. Every one of Beau’s teammates sat on Sam’s every word. His word was gospel to them, Beau included. His approval of today’s game was more joy than any one of them could ever ask for. To celebrate, Sam stared ahead. His eyes said it all. Without another word, every member of the water polo team stripped off their clothes.
Beau hadn’t appreciated his body after the game. He had grown to an impossible 6’ 8”. His weight crushed the coach beneath him. His size 14 feet emitted an unstoppable oder, forever damp from sweat. His toes reached out and planted themselves on the ground, perfect for paddling his massive frame through the water. His calves were sharpened into nothing but muscle that jutted out of his frame. His quads bulged out like overstuffed balloons. Could clothes even fit the muscle freak? Beau’s torso was no different. His cobblestone abs cut out from his stomach. But the most egregious part of his newfound form was his upper body. His chest dominated his form, pushing out of his frame. His pecs obscured his ability to even look at the rest of his body. His arms were disgustingly large, able to crush anything in sight. His massive hands reached down to clench the couch. Beau was so, fucking, large. He was a muscular god, but so was the rest of the team.
Beau laid back and began to jerk off. As he looked up from his 12” dick that not even his own hands could completely engulf, he saw a room full of beasts also jerking off. Grunts echoed around the room as each and every member of the water polo team was feeling themselves, touching themselves. Fuck, beau was so focused on himself, he didn’t even realize the wilderness around him. Pressure was building in Beau as he continued to jerk off, his eyes darting from person to person, all of them staring at Beau. With a single glance, Sam commanded the celebration to commence. The entire team dove at one another, fucking each other relentlessly. Some members sat in a circle jerking one another, others ramming their own teammates against the walls of Sam’s house. Beau pushed one of his teammates over the couch, fucking him hard enough to break the couch. Behind Beau was a teammate that began to fuck Beau. His muscular ass was penetrated by a fat, gigantic dick. Beau let out a massive grunt, with no unfamiliarity and only lust. As beau was fucking and was getting fucked, another teammate began to worship his pits, entranced by Beau’s musk. Beau’s mouth in the meantime passed from lips to lips, from body part to body part. Every teammate couldn’t do enough to satisfy their needs. Gallons of cum flooded the house and glazed each and every member. The orgy continued for hours and hours. Not a single crevice of Beau’s new godly body was left untouched by cocks, tongues, and cum.
Beau was finally a part of the team. As he got ready for practice, he made out with one of his teammates. As he slid on his speedo, he fucked one of them against the lockers. He was running late and tucked his penis into his speedo, though still hard and sticking out. The guys jumped in the pool for another day of practice at the command of Sam. Between scrimmages and drills, it wasn’t uncommon to see Beau or another member of the team jerking off. Beau had moved out of his dorm and into the water polo house. He was rarely seen outside of practice of the team’s house. He didn’t need to interact with the rest of the campus, he had found his people. The team would study together, punctuated with study breaks of course. The team would eat together, preparing pounds upon pounds of protein to maintain their physique. Beau struggled to go to class. His demanding penis often leaking precum and required a bathroom break with a few other water polo boys. It was easy to do this now, as Beau swapped out of all of his classes into generic physical therapy and sports medicine classes filled with his teammates. The jocks sat in the back, smelling of chlorine, dripping drool and sweat on their notebooks, not that they took notes. Occasionally before class, some wistful girl would try to flirt with Beau or another member of the team, but their fried brains and interest in only each other made sure those dumb fucks remained single. It was always the team, and only the team. Why would they need anyone else? Beau had effectively disappeared from campus and spent his days covered in cum, fucking for hours, and of course, playing water polo.
Two unlikely roommates are changed forever after accidentally changing their best and worst traits in hopes to improve how they get along.
Jay Johnson (JJ) was a meek twink. The college junior, at this point, wasn't a late bloomer but rather someone who'd never break out of their shell. His 5' 8" stature and inability to put on muscle hampered his confidence. Though he was gay, he was incredibly envious. Some would even call JJ an incel. Throughout college, he'd never been able to get with anyone. To cope, he'd blame it on the college. There simply weren't enough gay men around and the ones there were were simply too weird or too ugly or just not his type. What was his type? Well like many gay men, JJ yearned for a tall strong man. A masculine man who could satisfy JJ's needs, but unfortunately a man like that didn't exist in JJ's life. And so, he filled his romantic life with lusting after straight men he'd never have. Whether hot football players or a cute guy in the library, JJ would fantasize about what it'd be like to finally have a guy like that.
Trouble arose when a guy like that did enter his life. JJ had previously lived alone in his dorm for most of his college years, but this year, due to budget cuts, he'd have to have a roommate. JJ wasn't known for his friendships, so he'd be slotted in with someone random. Come move-in, JJ discovered his new roommate for the next year. Zachariah Gattouzo (Zach) was a hulking figure of a man. The 6' 2" former soccer player towered over JJ. His veins decorated his sculpted muscles. His voice deep and slow. JJ couldn't imagine a more perfect man, and now he'd be his roommate.
This is where the good news ended, however. Though he was the perfect man to JJ, he was far from the perfect roommate. Zach was loud and messy. He rarely cleaned up after himself and left his dirty laundry around the dorm. JJ was a neat freak, and despised the odor that came from Zach and his belongings after his long escapades at the gym and whatever else that happened behind his dorm room door. The only saving grace was that the two had separate rooms, but that did little to prevent the messiness from spilling over. In spite of this, JJ still caught himself ogling at Zach. He'd often jaunt around the dorm shirtless, exposing his pillowy pecs and deep cut abs. The nights were Zach wasn't out partying, the two might strike up conversation and JJ would get the chance to stare into his piercing eyes, glance at his white smile, and listen to his smooth voice. Though JJ would often pick up on subtle slip ups from Zach. He wasn't outright homophobic, but he definitely thought less of JJ and JJ knew the two would never be close friends.
These talks, however, were infrequent as Zach would rarely be doing anything other than partying at night. In fact, most nights, Zach would bring back some lucky girl. JJ rarely went out and would be subject to listening to the loud duo behind closed doors. He hated the slamming and shaking, but deep down he enjoyed it, wishing that he could experience what sleeping with such a man would be like. JJ would pleasure himself deep into the night as nothing more than an incel, eagerly fantasizing about something he'd never have. He'd stroke his average penis and imagine what it'd be like to be like Zach. To command a room, to have all eyes on him, and to be able to get any girl he'd want. Instead, JJ was meek and quiet, unable to get any gay man within a 100 mile radius. This emptiness ate away at him. His thoughts would spiral, then interrupted by Zach's guttural moans and the girl's euphoric screams.
JJ laid in bed reeling from his first week with Zach. From messiness, to subtle homophobia, to JJ's growing jealousy. He was being driven mad and lustful of Zach, and he couldn't keep this lifestyle up for much longer. He got no sleep, started dosing off in classes, and his hatred for himself only grew with each thought of how perfect Zach was. JJ pondered how things ended up like this. He looked up to the ceiling of his dorm, and wished that him and Zach could get along. Drifting off to sleep, JJ put in earplugs to try and drown out whatever Zach was doing behind closed doors. Once JJ fell asleep, his alarm clock began to light up. The glitched pixels flashed an array of numbers rapidly. "Trait roulette protocol beginning."
JJ woke the next morning. Rather than feeling tired from his late night of attempted sleep, he rose with a newfound energy. He looked down at his legs and rather than seeing his scrawny, short legs, he saw toned, well-carved legs. JJ panicked. Something was wrong, perhaps he was still dreaming. As he stood, everything around him looked much smaller. JJ stumbled as his larger feet caught his fall. As he looked down to catch himself, JJ's eyes are drawn to his torso. Replacing his bird-like body that hadn't seen a push-up since high school gym class was a body of marble. His firm pecs protruded from his body and decorated with hard nipples. His abs were well defined with a V cut drawing into his tight fitting underwear that wrapped itself around his larger quads. JJ couldn't help put snap a picture of his new self in the mirror. His cocky smug face glanced down at the phone, delighted in what he found. His hair was perfectly styled despite just getting up. His nose was narrow and sharp. His eyes demanded attention. This was everything JJ wanted to be. Masculine, tall, muscular. JJ's dream came true and he couldn't wait to see how this new self fared in finally getting laid. But before he got ahead of himself, JJ wanted to check out the rest of him.
JJ locked the bathroom door and quickly took his underwear off. To his surprise, his dick was the one thing that didn't change. It was the same average size cock. Nothing terrible, but compared to the rest of his body, it looked out of place. Though JJ couldn't complain given the rest of him was given such an upgrade. Deciding to get ready, JJ began pissing. He looked down at the toilet bowl, much taller than before. His large feet splayed firmly on the ground. As he pissed, his dick sprang alive. Fuck, JJ had never felt such a surge of horniness before. His hardened cock splashed piss against the bathroom floor. In spite of his erection, JJ awkwardly moved his larger frame to the ground with a piece of toilet paper to clean up his mess.
JJ decided to hit the gym. He wanted to show off his body to the rest of campus and see just how strong his new body was. Throwing on some gym clothes Zach had left in his room, JJ left the dorm. As he left, his alarm clock began to glitch once again.
"Round 1: Completed. Height: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Muscularity: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Sexual desires: Player 1 copied from Player 2 (in progress)"
"Round 2: Beginning. Sexual desires: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Genitalia: Player 1 given to Player 2. Habitation Preferences: Player 1 copied from Player 2."
Coming back from the gym, JJ quickly ran back to the bathroom. He was doused in sweat from working out. Every bicep curl, split squat, and benchpress flooded JJ with energy. He was lifting weights he'd never thought possible, and was even getting some stares from those around him. Taking his sweaty gym shirt off, he admired his glistening body. His masculine odor filled his nostrils. He was starting to get hard once again. JJ lifted his armpits to get a better whiff. He was a real man, finally. JJ tossed his shirt to the ground without a second thought as he was intrenched by his body. He kicked off Zach's shoes, JJ exposed his burly feet. The perfectly snug sneakers exposed a sour scent. JJ's dick got harder. Fuck he needed to shower before he came all over the bathroom.
In the shower, JJ ran his bear-like hands across his sculpted body. The water damped his stench, but didn't eliminate it, to JJ's delight. He continued to huff the crevices of his body. His erect cock began to piss, and JJ got an idea. He aimed his cock up and began to shower himself in his warm liquid. JJ's dick only got more hard, almost painfully so. His piss drizzled down across his sharp body and down onto his feet. His feet. JJ couldn't stop thinking about his feet. He sat down in the shower and began to rub them, feel every inch of them. His massive toes along his size 14 soles. JJ was so hard it hurt, but couldn't move his hands away from worshipping his own feet. In fact, he wouldn't even avert his eyes from them. In sheer pleasure, JJ began to cum still sitting on the shower floor. Exhausted, JJ got out of the shower forgetting to actually clean any part of himself. As he got out, he looked in the mirror and snapped a pic. While his perfect body was just the same, he glanced down to see his cock has shrunk. What was previously a modest 5" penis was now 2" flaccid. JJ panicked. His large frame made his dick look even more humiliating. Despite the rest of him being perfect, JJ's same thoughts of inadequacy came flooding back to him. No one could love a man with such a tiny pathetic dick. He was just a loser. Fuck all those people at the gym were probably just thinking about how small his dick was. Fuck them. At least JJ had a way better body than them, those fat ugly bitches. JJ needed to cool off and take a nap. He left to his dorm room, quickly shutting the door behind him. As he did this, Zach was experiencing changes too.
Zach's door had stayed shut all morning, other than the early morning departure of whoever he was sleeping with. He has completely missed JJ leave for the gym, but Zach was thankful for this. In his room, he was changing. Zach woke with a furious erection. Zach was a horny guy, but this was harder than before. He sloppily wrapped both hands around his 10" dick but couldn't get off. He tried for about an hour, watching porn, looking at his folder of nudes he'd collected from girls, anything. Confused, Zach ran to the bathroom to try to find a solution. He hoped in the shower to try and distract himself from his 10 incher bobbing around, but it was no luck. He got out of the shower and began to stroke his cock. Just then, the thought of JJ entered his mind. Precum flooded from his dick, lubricating his shaft and spilling onto the bathroom floor. Grabbing the nearest rag to wipe his mess up, Zach snagged his own gym shirt. As he cleaned his dick, his nose caught a whiff of it. This was his shirt, but it smelled different. It smelled like JJ? JJ didn't go to the gym, or at least Zach wasn't aware of this, yet he knew it was JJ's fragrance. He pressed the sweaty gym shirt to his nose, inhaling deeply. He suckled on the shirt, sucking out drips of sweat mixed with his own precum. Zach was drooling profusely. As he stroked his dick more and more, he finally climaxed. He shot load after load, covering the wall and floor of the bathroom. Zach's head finally began to clear with his erection subsiding, but as he looked down as the mess he made, he noticed his dick was even larger. His dick sat at over 12 inches. As he calmed down, his flaccid dick settled at 10 inches. Zach was bewildered at his newfound penis, but he was more disturbed by his sudden obsession with JJ's used gym shirt. He threw his underwear back on and went back to his room to take a nap and clear his head.
"Round 3: Beginning. Sexual desires: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Vocal Sound: Player 1 given to Player 2. Dominance: Player 2 given to Player 1."
JJ awoke from his nap. His sheets smelled of sweat and piss, but rather than disgust, JJ's dick felt a slight surge of arousal. JJ swung his massive legs and feet off the bed, and arrogantly walked to the bathroom. His wide stance mimicked his growing ego. As he opened the bathroom door, his large foot stomped directly into a puddle of cum left behind from Zach. JJ's blood began to boil. Zach began shouting at Zach's door, his voice much higher pitch than usual. His emasculate voice was quickly drowned out by his forceful pounding on the door. Zach awoke from his nap and opened the door. Zach was dazed, but even then he didn't remember JJ looking like this. Was he always this tall and muscular? Zach didn't have time to think as he was berated by JJ. "What the fuck is wrong with you, I fucking stepped in your cum, you freak." Rather than anger in the face of JJ screaming down his face, Zach felt a genuine remorse. Zach's deep voice bellowed, deeper than before: "Oh, I'm really sorry, I won't let it happen again." As Zach timidly spoke, his 10 inch dick began to grow erect at the mere presence of JJ. JJ glanced down to see Zach's massive meat. Zach blushed in embarrassment, knowing his own dick was so much smaller. "Fuck off dude. And get control of whatever's in your pants." JJ flipped Zach off and slammed the door shut.
JJ laid down in his bed, envious of Zach once again. How did JJ get stuck with such a weird roommate. Who leaves cum all over the bathroom floor, that little beta bitch boy needs to learn to clean up. But JJ was still attracted to the guy. He began to jerk off to the memory of Zach's footlong penis. What would have previously sent him over the edge, barely awoke his 2 inch dick. Fuck! JJ was such a loser. He can't even get his tiny dick to do anything. Maybe it was Zach's fault. Yeah he was an attractive guy, but he isn't the shit he thinks he is. JJ decided to open Grindr and decorate his account with new picture of his perfect body.
"Round 4: Beginning. Sexual desires: Player 1 swapped with Player 2. Sexuality: Player 1 swapped with Player 2. Homosexual tolerance: Player 1 swap with Player 2."
Upon messaging a few duded, JJ's dick was still just as flaccid, but he wanted to meet up with one of them first. Headed out of the dorm, JJ threw on some more of Zach's dirty gym clothes and left. Arriving at the guy's place, JJ felt slightly uncomfortable. He had never actually met up with someone on Grindr, hell he'd barely even messaged anyone. Those he did would ghost him, but now he was with a pretty decent looking dude. As they started to get more intimate, JJ's dick was unchanging. In a sudden instant, JJ recoiled from the man's touch. Almost like he was filled with disgust, JJ backed off. Instinctually, JJ snared "Dude, what the fuck are you doing." The man looked utterly confused, like he did something wrong. "Don't fucking touch me" hissed JJ, unable to control what he would say next. "I'll beat your ass if you ever talk to me again." JJ threw back on his clothes and left. His head hurt, but the anger was all the same. But he still needed to get laid. Now, instead of Grindr, he opened up Snapchat. Messaging some girl he had met in class, he sent over some shirtless pics. JJ didn't even think twice about messaging a girl, he just needed some relief.
The two quickly made their way back to JJ's dorm. The dirty clothes, gym odor, and foul bathroom hit the girl's nostril's quickly. JJ ungracefully began to kiss and fondle her. His rough hands clumsily felt her up. They continued and JJ's dick had finally come alive. More than just alive. JJ's dick was rock hard needing a release, though only standing at 2.5 inches. JJ guided her face into her feet to worship him, but she pulled away. JJ continued to try to force her into his feet, but she once again refused. JJ began to grow angry. He pushed her away and demanded that she lick them. She was disgusted if not confused. JJ's tiny dick stood at full mast, dripping precum as he yelled at the girl to worship his feet. In disgust, the girl berated him. "No way am I touching you, your feet, or your tiny dick, you asshole." JJ's anger boiled over and in response he began to yell back. "You know what, you should be thankful you even got in bed with you, you're chopped as fuck. How did you even get into this school? You're dumb as fuck and there's no way you could sleep your way in with a face like that." The girl slapped JJ across and the face, got redressed, and stormed out . FUCK! JJ was pissed. He was so horny. That dumb bitch, she was so fucking ugly anyway. I'd never sleep with her, I dodged a bullet.
JJ decided to take another nap to clear his head. When he awoke, he had a barrage of messages from girls calling him a piece of shit. They were mostly random girls JJ had met briefly from classes, likely friends of the girl. He didn't think much of it, they were all dumb bitches anyways. He scrolled through Snapchat again and messaged a new girl. She responded with a curt "Fuck off tiny dick." What? JJ hotheadedly responded with "The fuck is wrong with you? I'd fuck you to calm you down but I don't have a bag to cover your face. You're out of luck sweetheart" and he blocked her contact. JJ told himself the girls on campus were just weird, ugly, and not his type. That's why he wasn't getting laid. His incel habits had only worsened with his new body
That's when an idea of desperation came into his mind. JJ walked over to the dorm door and knocked on Zach's door. "Yo, cumface, did you clean up your mess?" Zach opened the door meekly. "Yeah I cleaned it up." JJ looked Zach up and down. His footlong dick was once again fully erect. "I got something else for you to clean, shitbag."
Zach almost immediately began to worship every inch of JJ. Zach was normally the one getting worshipped by random girls from campus, but now it was JJ. He ran his slobbering tongue across his armpits, his mouth sucked on each toe, Zach was in heaven. The newly gay giant was utterly obsessed with his roommate, spending most of the day jerking off to the idea of him. He had been listening to him hook up with that girl mere moments ago, wishing for a way for it to be him. And his wish came true. Zach was face down on the floor worshipping JJ's perfect body. His 12" dick leaked precum, pooling on the floor around Zach's hands and knees. JJ forced Zach's mouth around his tiny 2.5" inch dick. JJ closed his eyes tightly, imaging the mouth around his cock as a woman. He wasn't fucking gay. As Zach caressed JJ's biceps and nipples, JJ continued to force his dick in and out of Zach's mouth. With his eyes shut, JJ began to shoot loads into Zach's mouth. JJ's tiny balls only pumped out small spurts of cum, but it was more than enough for Zach. On the other hand, Zach began to cum in response, shooting gigantic ropes across the floor and onto Zach's feet, with low booming moans shook the dorm. JJ was enraged. In his post-nut clarity, he stormed to the bathroom, leaving Zach in a puddle of cum and drool.
"What the fuck is wrong with me. I'm not fucking gay" yelled JJ in his nasally voice. JJ was furious at himself that he couldn't get some bimbo to pleasure him. He stared down at his tiny dick. It was still erect which only made JJ even more mad. Zach admittedly did an excellent job worshipping JJ, but he hated it, he hated Zach, he hated himself. In a repressed rage, JJ stormed back out of the bathroom and began to fuck Zach. His puny dick barely penetrated Zach's muscular ass. "You fucking dirty faggot" JJ screamed, unsure if he was referring to himself or Zach. JJ pulled his dick out from Zach and began to piss on him. "Yeah you fucking dirty faggot."
The two roommates would go at it for hours in their filthy room. Zach, diligently doting at every word. He was hopelessly obsessed with his straight roommate, wishing at every moment to be with him. His gargantuan dick always leaking at the mere thought of his dominant and muscular roommate. When JJ wasn't around, he'd sniff his used underwear, underwear that JJ would wear for weeks on end. JJ, on the other hand, was in a constant fit of rage. When he wasn't cursing out girls for ghosting him or making fun of him in bed, he was cursing out Zach. Women seemed to run from JJ, whether that be from his crude anger, his rancid smell, or his puny dick. But he always has Zach. Zach loved to be cucked. He was a worthless cocksucking cum guzzler, just like JJ would scream at him. JJ would piss all over him as he sucked on JJ's feet. JJ could only get off to Zach's thorough worshipping, but he was in denial. JJ was a straight incel trapped in a world of ignorant women and dirty gay men, so if he couldn't sleep with the former, he might as well dominate the latter. As JJ fucked Zach once again, his alarm clock glitched for a final time.
Two unlikely roommates are changed forever after accidentally changing their best and worst traits in hopes to improve how they get along.
Jay Johnson (JJ) was a meek twink. The college junior, at this point, wasn't a late bloomer but rather someone who'd never break out of their shell. His 5' 8" stature and inability to put on muscle hampered his confidence. Though he was gay, he was incredibly envious. Some would even call JJ an incel. Throughout college, he'd never been able to get with anyone. To cope, he'd blame it on the college. There simply weren't enough gay men around and the ones there were were simply too weird or too ugly or just not his type. What was his type? Well like many gay men, JJ yearned for a tall strong man. A masculine man who could satisfy JJ's needs, but unfortunately a man like that didn't exist in JJ's life. And so, he filled his romantic life with lusting after straight men he'd never have. Whether hot football players or a cute guy in the library, JJ would fantasize about what it'd be like to finally have a guy like that.
Trouble arose when a guy like that did enter his life. JJ had previously lived alone in his dorm for most of his college years, but this year, due to budget cuts, he'd have to have a roommate. JJ wasn't known for his friendships, so he'd be slotted in with someone random. Come move-in, JJ discovered his new roommate for the next year. Zachariah Gattouzo (Zach) was a hulking figure of a man. The 6' 2" former soccer player towered over JJ. His veins decorated his sculpted muscles. His voice deep and slow. JJ couldn't imagine a more perfect man, and now he'd be his roommate.
This is where the good news ended, however. Though he was the perfect man to JJ, he was far from the perfect roommate. Zach was loud and messy. He rarely cleaned up after himself and left his dirty laundry around the dorm. JJ was a neat freak, and despised the odor that came from Zach and his belongings after his long escapades at the gym and whatever else that happened behind his dorm room door. The only saving grace was that the two had separate rooms, but that did little to prevent the messiness from spilling over. In spite of this, JJ still caught himself ogling at Zach. He'd often jaunt around the dorm shirtless, exposing his pillowy pecs and deep cut abs. The nights were Zach wasn't out partying, the two might strike up conversation and JJ would get the chance to stare into his piercing eyes, glance at his white smile, and listen to his smooth voice. Though JJ would often pick up on subtle slip ups from Zach. He wasn't outright homophobic, but he definitely thought less of JJ and JJ knew the two would never be close friends.
These talks, however, were infrequent as Zach would rarely be doing anything other than partying at night. In fact, most nights, Zach would bring back some lucky girl. JJ rarely went out and would be subject to listening to the loud duo behind closed doors. He hated the slamming and shaking, but deep down he enjoyed it, wishing that he could experience what sleeping with such a man would be like. JJ would pleasure himself deep into the night as nothing more than an incel, eagerly fantasizing about something he'd never have. He'd stroke his average penis and imagine what it'd be like to be like Zach. To command a room, to have all eyes on him, and to be able to get any girl he'd want. Instead, JJ was meek and quiet, unable to get any gay man within a 100 mile radius. This emptiness ate away at him. His thoughts would spiral, then interrupted by Zach's guttural moans and the girl's euphoric screams.
JJ laid in bed reeling from his first week with Zach. From messiness, to subtle homophobia, to JJ's growing jealousy. He was being driven mad and lustful of Zach, and he couldn't keep this lifestyle up for much longer. He got no sleep, started dosing off in classes, and his hatred for himself only grew with each thought of how perfect Zach was. JJ pondered how things ended up like this. He looked up to the ceiling of his dorm, and wished that him and Zach could get along. Drifting off to sleep, JJ put in earplugs to try and drown out whatever Zach was doing behind closed doors. Once JJ fell asleep, his alarm clock began to light up. The glitched pixels flashed an array of numbers rapidly. "Trait roulette protocol beginning."
JJ woke the next morning. Rather than feeling tired from his late night of attempted sleep, he rose with a newfound energy. He looked down at his legs and rather than seeing his scrawny, short legs, he saw toned, well-carved legs. JJ panicked. Something was wrong, perhaps he was still dreaming. As he stood, everything around him looked much smaller. JJ stumbled as his larger feet caught his fall. As he looked down to catch himself, JJ's eyes are drawn to his torso. Replacing his bird-like body that hadn't seen a push-up since high school gym class was a body of marble. His firm pecs protruded from his body and decorated with hard nipples. His abs were well defined with a V cut drawing into his tight fitting underwear that wrapped itself around his larger quads. JJ couldn't help put snap a picture of his new self in the mirror. His cocky smug face glanced down at the phone, delighted in what he found. His hair was perfectly styled despite just getting up. His nose was narrow and sharp. His eyes demanded attention. This was everything JJ wanted to be. Masculine, tall, muscular. JJ's dream came true and he couldn't wait to see how this new self fared in finally getting laid. But before he got ahead of himself, JJ wanted to check out the rest of him.
JJ locked the bathroom door and quickly took his underwear off. To his surprise, his dick was the one thing that didn't change. It was the same average size cock. Nothing terrible, but compared to the rest of his body, it looked out of place. Though JJ couldn't complain given the rest of him was given such an upgrade. Deciding to get ready, JJ began pissing. He looked down at the toilet bowl, much taller than before. His large feet splayed firmly on the ground. As he pissed, his dick sprang alive. Fuck, JJ had never felt such a surge of horniness before. His hardened cock splashed piss against the bathroom floor. In spite of his erection, JJ awkwardly moved his larger frame to the ground with a piece of toilet paper to clean up his mess.
JJ decided to hit the gym. He wanted to show off his body to the rest of campus and see just how strong his new body was. Throwing on some gym clothes Zach had left in his room, JJ left the dorm. As he left, his alarm clock began to glitch once again.
"Round 1: Completed. Height: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Muscularity: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Sexual desires: Player 1 copied from Player 2 (in progress)"
"Round 2: Beginning. Sexual desires: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Genitalia: Player 1 given to Player 2. Habitation Preferences: Player 1 copied from Player 2."
Coming back from the gym, JJ quickly ran back to the bathroom. He was doused in sweat from working out. Every bicep curl, split squat, and benchpress flooded JJ with energy. He was lifting weights he'd never thought possible, and was even getting some stares from those around him. Taking his sweaty gym shirt off, he admired his glistening body. His masculine odor filled his nostrils. He was starting to get hard once again. JJ lifted his armpits to get a better whiff. He was a real man, finally. JJ tossed his shirt to the ground without a second thought as he was intrenched by his body. He kicked off Zach's shoes, JJ exposed his burly feet. The perfectly snug sneakers exposed a sour scent. JJ's dick got harder. Fuck he needed to shower before he came all over the bathroom.
In the shower, JJ ran his bear-like hands across his sculpted body. The water damped his stench, but didn't eliminate it, to JJ's delight. He continued to huff the crevices of his body. His erect cock began to piss, and JJ got an idea. He aimed his cock up and began to shower himself in his warm liquid. JJ's dick only got more hard, almost painfully so. His piss drizzled down across his sharp body and down onto his feet. His feet. JJ couldn't stop thinking about his feet. He sat down in the shower and began to rub them, feel every inch of them. His massive toes along his size 14 soles. JJ was so hard it hurt, but couldn't move his hands away from worshipping his own feet. In fact, he wouldn't even avert his eyes from them. In sheer pleasure, JJ began to cum still sitting on the shower floor. Exhausted, JJ got out of the shower forgetting to actually clean any part of himself. As he got out, he looked in the mirror and snapped a pic. While his perfect body was just the same, he glanced down to see his cock has shrunk. What was previously a modest 5" penis was now 2" flaccid. JJ panicked. His large frame made his dick look even more humiliating. Despite the rest of him being perfect, JJ's same thoughts of inadequacy came flooding back to him. No one could love a man with such a tiny pathetic dick. He was just a loser. Fuck all those people at the gym were probably just thinking about how small his dick was. Fuck them. At least JJ had a way better body than them, those fat ugly bitches. JJ needed to cool off and take a nap. He left to his dorm room, quickly shutting the door behind him. As he did this, Zach was experiencing changes too.
Zach's door had stayed shut all morning, other than the early morning departure of whoever he was sleeping with. He has completely missed JJ leave for the gym, but Zach was thankful for this. In his room, he was changing. Zach woke with a furious erection. Zach was a horny guy, but this was harder than before. He sloppily wrapped both hands around his 10" dick but couldn't get off. He tried for about an hour, watching porn, looking at his folder of nudes he'd collected from girls, anything. Confused, Zach ran to the bathroom to try to find a solution. He hoped in the shower to try and distract himself from his 10 incher bobbing around, but it was no luck. He got out of the shower and began to stroke his cock. Just then, the thought of JJ entered his mind. Precum flooded from his dick, lubricating his shaft and spilling onto the bathroom floor. Grabbing the nearest rag to wipe his mess up, Zach snagged his own gym shirt. As he cleaned his dick, his nose caught a whiff of it. This was his shirt, but it smelled different. It smelled like JJ? JJ didn't go to the gym, or at least Zach wasn't aware of this, yet he knew it was JJ's fragrance. He pressed the sweaty gym shirt to his nose, inhaling deeply. He suckled on the shirt, sucking out drips of sweat mixed with his own precum. Zach was drooling profusely. As he stroked his dick more and more, he finally climaxed. He shot load after load, covering the wall and floor of the bathroom. Zach's head finally began to clear with his erection subsiding, but as he looked down as the mess he made, he noticed his dick was even larger. His dick sat at over 12 inches. As he calmed down, his flaccid dick settled at 10 inches. Zach was bewildered at his newfound penis, but he was more disturbed by his sudden obsession with JJ's used gym shirt. He threw his underwear back on and went back to his room to take a nap and clear his head.
"Round 3: Beginning. Sexual desires: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Vocal Sound: Player 1 given to Player 2. Dominance: Player 2 given to Player 1."
JJ awoke from his nap. His sheets smelled of sweat and piss, but rather than disgust, JJ's dick felt a slight surge of arousal. JJ swung his massive legs and feet off the bed, and arrogantly walked to the bathroom. His wide stance mimicked his growing ego. As he opened the bathroom door, his large foot stomped directly into a puddle of cum left behind from Zach. JJ's blood began to boil. Zach began shouting at Zach's door, his voice much higher pitch than usual. His emasculate voice was quickly drowned out by his forceful pounding on the door. Zach awoke from his nap and opened the door. Zach was dazed, but even then he didn't remember JJ looking like this. Was he always this tall and muscular? Zach didn't have time to think as he was berated by JJ. "What the fuck is wrong with you, I fucking stepped in your cum, you freak." Rather than anger in the face of JJ screaming down his face, Zach felt a genuine remorse. Zach's deep voice bellowed, deeper than before: "Oh, I'm really sorry, I won't let it happen again." As Zach timidly spoke, his 10 inch dick began to grow erect at the mere presence of JJ. JJ glanced down to see Zach's massive meat. Zach blushed in embarrassment, knowing his own dick was so much smaller. "Fuck off dude. And get control of whatever's in your pants." JJ flipped Zach off and slammed the door shut.
JJ laid down in his bed, envious of Zach once again. How did JJ get stuck with such a weird roommate. Who leaves cum all over the bathroom floor, that little beta bitch boy needs to learn to clean up. But JJ was still attracted to the guy. He began to jerk off to the memory of Zach's footlong penis. What would have previously sent him over the edge, barely awoke his 2 inch dick. Fuck! JJ was such a loser. He can't even get his tiny dick to do anything. Maybe it was Zach's fault. Yeah he was an attractive guy, but he isn't the shit he thinks he is. JJ decided to open Grindr and decorate his account with new picture of his perfect body.
"Round 4: Beginning. Sexual desires: Player 1 swapped with Player 2. Sexuality: Player 1 swapped with Player 2. Homosexual tolerance: Player 1 swap with Player 2."
Upon messaging a few duded, JJ's dick was still just as flaccid, but he wanted to meet up with one of them first. Headed out of the dorm, JJ threw on some more of Zach's dirty gym clothes and left. Arriving at the guy's place, JJ felt slightly uncomfortable. He had never actually met up with someone on Grindr, hell he'd barely even messaged anyone. Those he did would ghost him, but now he was with a pretty decent looking dude. As they started to get more intimate, JJ's dick was unchanging. In a sudden instant, JJ recoiled from the man's touch. Almost like he was filled with disgust, JJ backed off. Instinctually, JJ snared "Dude, what the fuck are you doing." The man looked utterly confused, like he did something wrong. "Don't fucking touch me" hissed JJ, unable to control what he would say next. "I'll beat your ass if you ever talk to me again." JJ threw back on his clothes and left. His head hurt, but the anger was all the same. But he still needed to get laid. Now, instead of Grindr, he opened up Snapchat. Messaging some girl he had met in class, he sent over some shirtless pics. JJ didn't even think twice about messaging a girl, he just needed some relief.
The two quickly made their way back to JJ's dorm. The dirty clothes, gym odor, and foul bathroom hit the girl's nostril's quickly. JJ ungracefully began to kiss and fondle her. His rough hands clumsily felt her up. They continued and JJ's dick had finally come alive. More than just alive. JJ's dick was rock hard needing a release, though only standing at 2.5 inches. JJ guided her face into her feet to worship him, but she pulled away. JJ continued to try to force her into his feet, but she once again refused. JJ began to grow angry. He pushed her away and demanded that she lick them. She was disgusted if not confused. JJ's tiny dick stood at full mast, dripping precum as he yelled at the girl to worship his feet. In disgust, the girl berated him. "No way am I touching you, your feet, or your tiny dick, you asshole." JJ's anger boiled over and in response he began to yell back. "You know what, you should be thankful you even got in bed with you, you're chopped as fuck. How did you even get into this school? You're dumb as fuck and there's no way you could sleep your way in with a face like that." The girl slapped JJ across and the face, got redressed, and stormed out . FUCK! JJ was pissed. He was so horny. That dumb bitch, she was so fucking ugly anyway. I'd never sleep with her, I dodged a bullet.
JJ decided to take another nap to clear his head. When he awoke, he had a barrage of messages from girls calling him a piece of shit. They were mostly random girls JJ had met briefly from classes, likely friends of the girl. He didn't think much of it, they were all dumb bitches anyways. He scrolled through Snapchat again and messaged a new girl. She responded with a curt "Fuck off tiny dick." What? JJ hotheadedly responded with "The fuck is wrong with you? I'd fuck you to calm you down but I don't have a bag to cover your face. You're out of luck sweetheart" and he blocked her contact. JJ told himself the girls on campus were just weird, ugly, and not his type. That's why he wasn't getting laid. His incel habits had only worsened with his new body
That's when an idea of desperation came into his mind. JJ walked over to the dorm door and knocked on Zach's door. "Yo, cumface, did you clean up your mess?" Zach opened the door meekly. "Yeah I cleaned it up." JJ looked Zach up and down. His footlong dick was once again fully erect. "I got something else for you to clean, shitbag."
Zach almost immediately began to worship every inch of JJ. Zach was normally the one getting worshipped by random girls from campus, but now it was JJ. He ran his slobbering tongue across his armpits, his mouth sucked on each toe, Zach was in heaven. The newly gay giant was utterly obsessed with his roommate, spending most of the day jerking off to the idea of him. He had been listening to him hook up with that girl mere moments ago, wishing for a way for it to be him. And his wish came true. Zach was face down on the floor worshipping JJ's perfect body. His 12" dick leaked precum, pooling on the floor around Zach's hands and knees. JJ forced Zach's mouth around his tiny 2.5" inch dick. JJ closed his eyes tightly, imaging the mouth around his cock as a woman. He wasn't fucking gay. As Zach caressed JJ's biceps and nipples, JJ continued to force his dick in and out of Zach's mouth. With his eyes shut, JJ began to shoot loads into Zach's mouth. JJ's tiny balls only pumped out small spurts of cum, but it was more than enough for Zach. On the other hand, Zach began to cum in response, shooting gigantic ropes across the floor and onto Zach's feet, with low booming moans shook the dorm. JJ was enraged. In his post-nut clarity, he stormed to the bathroom, leaving Zach in a puddle of cum and drool.
"What the fuck is wrong with me. I'm not fucking gay" yelled JJ in his nasally voice. JJ was furious at himself that he couldn't get some bimbo to pleasure him. He stared down at his tiny dick. It was still erect which only made JJ even more mad. Zach admittedly did an excellent job worshipping JJ, but he hated it, he hated Zach, he hated himself. In a repressed rage, JJ stormed back out of the bathroom and began to fuck Zach. His puny dick barely penetrated Zach's muscular ass. "You fucking dirty faggot" JJ screamed, unsure if he was referring to himself or Zach. JJ pulled his dick out from Zach and began to piss on him. "Yeah you fucking dirty faggot."
The two roommates would go at it for hours in their filthy room. Zach, diligently doting at every word. He was hopelessly obsessed with his straight roommate, wishing at every moment to be with him. His gargantuan dick always leaking at the mere thought of his dominant and muscular roommate. When JJ wasn't around, he'd sniff his used underwear, underwear that JJ would wear for weeks on end. JJ, on the other hand, was in a constant fit of rage. When he wasn't cursing out girls for ghosting him or making fun of him in bed, he was cursing out Zach. Women seemed to run from JJ, whether that be from his crude anger, his rancid smell, or his puny dick. But he always has Zach. Zach loved to be cucked. He was a worthless cocksucking cum guzzler, just like JJ would scream at him. JJ would piss all over him as he sucked on JJ's feet. JJ could only get off to Zach's thorough worshipping, but he was in denial. JJ was a straight incel trapped in a world of ignorant women and dirty gay men, so if he couldn't sleep with the former, he might as well dominate the latter. As JJ fucked Zach once again, his alarm clock glitched for a final time.
Josh was a typical frat brother. His cocky grin rarely left his face, giving way to his pearly smile and easy eyes. His blond hair scattered across his face in a messy but thoughtful manner, and his fit jock build meant few girls on campus didn't have a crush on him. His large set of pecs, subtle dashing of abs, and firm biceps ensured this. Josh was from California and dressed like it too. He loved to show off his golden tan in his well trimmed shorts and Birkenstock sandals. His long toned legs strutted from place to place with a sense of unburdened carelessness. Josh loved his life. He bounced from party to party, girl to girl, and couldn't seem happier.
In the winter, Josh's roommate moved out, however. The two were boys, quickly connecting over going out to drink and watching games back in the dorm. It was a real bummer to have his friend move out. His college would send over someone random, but Josh wasn't one to worry and didn't give his replacement much thought. A few nights later, Josh stumbled back to his dorm from a long night out to find a few bags slumped in the corner of the room. Looks like his replacement was found, though no where to be found in the dorm, so Josh went to bed for the night. Josh was awoken by the clanging of joysticks and an unmistakable odor. Josh was by no means clean, but he took care of himself. This smell was unlike anything else he'd smelt, not even comparable to Josh's time back on the soccer team in high school. As Josh got out of bed, he turn around to meet his new roommate.
Brogan was a giant, practically taking up the other side of the dorm with just his body alone, and it didn't hurt he sprawled his legs out at nearly 180 degrees. Josh was taken aback by his sheer presence but most obviously by his utter lack of clothes. Brogan's large hand obscured his cock but an endless forest of hair. His long hairy toes splayed out grasping at the carpet.
"Oh shit sorry dude, I didn't mean to catch you off guard. I'm Josh nice to meet you."
"Bro you're chilling, fuck, I just like to be comfortable at home, hope you don't mind haha."
Brogan was vapid at best and brain dead at worse. The lumbering oaf didn't have a glimmer of thoughts behind his dull eyes as he spoke to Josh. Josh, admitted weirded out by Brogan's nudity, could bare it. He wasn't new to naked men, he was around them all the time in the locker room, just a little odd to experience it five feet from his dorm bed. Josh and Brogan continued to chat, though not really hitting it off. The social skills of Josh seemed to flounder against the brick wall of Brogan who's full attention seemed to be either his video game or scratching his balls. Fuck it, Josh needed to leave, he'd had enough of thr smell of Brogan. Josh went about his day chatting with friends about his odd new roommate though the wistful Josh eventually pushed it back of mind. Another night of parties and girls was enough to remedy him.
Upon returning to his dorm, Brogan was passed out. The sheets were no where to be found with his hairy body laying on the raw mattress, his hand draped on his dick and loud snores filling the room. Josh kept to his own and simply went out to the bathroom to get ready for bed. As he brushed his teeth, Josh drove his fingers into his mouth to fish out a hair. On further inspection, it was a dark brown pubic hair. "Dude that's so fucking nasty. How the hell did his pube end up in my toothbrush." Josh rinsed his mouth under the sink over and over in disgust. He'd have to talk to this ogre tomorrow about this weird shit. Josh went to bed and rolled his eyes at his new roommate.
In the night, Josh began to toss and turn. The fit jock's body began to elongate, stretch out across the mattress. His feed began to dangle off the bed, increasing in size. His shoulders pushed out and broadened. His thighs becoming more defined. This constant growth was drowned out by snoring harmonized between the two roommates. In a cold sweat, Josh awoke in the late morning. He looked over at Brogan's bed only to find the wrinkled bed empty. Then, Josh looked down at his own now naked body. Josh bolted up in shock. He ran to the bathroom to see his new massive frame. He stumbled over his large feet and almost fell through the door.
Fuck! The once slim jock had put on pounds and pounds of muscle. He frantically looked around the bathroom to cover up, grabbing an old pair of underwear. Oh god it was Brogan's. The pair looked like they'd barely fit around his thick glutes and growing bulge. Any of Josh's underwear were out of the question then. Josh's massive hands took ahold of his phone to snap a picture. This was real.
Josh fit himself into the pair of underwear. The fabric brushed again his dick and it jolted awake. Josh slept around but this was unlike anything he had felt before. It was primal, raw. The underwear strained against his enlarged member as it wrapped around his massive quads. A wet spot quickly formed against the material as pre-cum leaked voraciously. Josh fought against his own instincts in an attempt to make it to class. He threw on some more of Brogan's dirty laundry. His hulking frame shook the ground as he picked up a pair of gym shorts and a loose tank, though the smell didn't seem to both Josh anymore. As he walked to class, Josh couldn't focus on anything. His straining member took his entire attention as he tried to fumble with his bulge to no avail. His gait stretched out awkwardly to adjust for his half hard dick, his big paw like hands tugged at the wet spot in his pants, and he cursed under his breadth only to hear a booming a voice. This mouth breathing version of himself drew the attention of anyone who could see, hear, or smell. Josh continued to panic but his brain felt like it was on overdrive, barely able to form coherent thoughts. Josh's mind just about short circuited when he ran into a scantly clad cross country runner. The twink's firm bubble butt practically fell out of his running shorts fresh off of practice. Josh's dick stood at full mast, punching its way out of his shorts at a massive 10 inches all the while leaking a stream of pre-cum.
Josh ran from campus trying to cover up his rowdy penis. His massive feet carrying his broad shoulders as his pecs bounced with each step. As he ran, his hair darkened from his effortless blonde hair to darker shade of brown. Finally, Josh stopped by the shore and with no one around, he started to jerk off. What was he doing? The jock had no inhibitions, no thoughts, other than trying to relieve himself. He tossed off his clothes, leaving him in nothing but Brogan's tight underwear from before. Nothing felt better than what Josh was doing now, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Josh's toes curled on the side of the shoreline as he drove his dick into his hands, groaning, practically yelling at this point. Then Josh finished. Streams of cum launched from Josh's foot long penis, rewiring his very brain chemistry. He laid on the ground panting from exhaustion, but he wanted more. Josh's hand, still coated in cum, began to stroke his member once again. Josh was in heavy as he cum over and over and over again. Hours passed like minutes as he coated every crevice of his body in a rich creamy cum. The divots of his defined abs were soaked. His hands dripping. But nothing was enough. Finally, a man caught side of the 6' 3" giant by the shoreside. As the man approached, all he could hear were organismic moans. A meaty hand grabbed Josh by the shoulder, interrupting him mid-ejaculation. It was Brogan.
Rather than being met with shame, Josh proudly turned around, dick in hand.
"Woah, dude, is that you Josh?" Brogan asked. Josh nodded yes, but continued to stroke his dick incessantly. "Haha" Brogan boomed, "You've turned out even better than expected. Come on you dumb fuck, you've got a lot to learn."
The words meant almost nothing to Josh, but Brogan dragged Josh back to their dorm. Josh's dick grotesquely protruded from his underwear as Brogan walked him across campus. The two freaks were hard to not notice, especially as Josh walked back in nothing but underwear.
Back in the dorm, Josh looked at Brogran with nothing but lust as he looked at Brogan. Brogan was overjoyed, "Josh! Look at you man, you're an absolute beast now, haha! Doesn't it feel great just letting everything go, I knew you'd give in to that primal desire, fuck dude, let's fucking go." But Josh stood their drooling both from his mouth and from his leaking penis. All he cared about was flexing and finding something to get off to. "You're not done yet buddy, I've got to teach you a few more things before you're my perfect roomie alright?"
Brogan sat down Josh. The dimly lit dorm and stench ridden sofa were Josh's new forever home. Brogan flicked on the TV. "This'll really drive you mad."
"All I am is porn. I am a worthless gooner. All I know is porn..." Josh continued.
Josh sat there stroking his dick without hesitation. But as he reached his climax, Brogan slapped his hands away. Josh struggled in pain as pre-cum flooded his shaft, but he didn't cum. Brogan released his hands and Josh, still transfixed on the TV continued to stroke. His veiny dick pulsated and grew in girth, but again right before he came, Brogan restrained him. Josh yelled in euphoric agony, his mind grinding down into nothing. Hours went by, and Brogan kept training Josh. As Josh's hands shriveled from the cum that coat his hands, Brogan handed him a pocket pussy. Freshly used and Josh's new best friend -- plastic -- was put to good use, but again right before Josh finished, Brogan stopped him.
"All I am is porn. I am a worthless gooner. All I know is porn..."
Josh sat there, day in and day out, gooning to whatever Brogan flicked on the TV. Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. Josh's once overly muscular body began to slim out as his own exercise was constantly edging himself. Brogan treated Josh just like his personal sex. He would pleasure himself with whatever toys Brogan would provide to him. Whether fucking a plastic pussy and licking his own cum out of it, or rimming himself with a massive dildo, Josh would do whatever it took to cum, but he never could. Right before he cam, his body would shut off, leaving Josh in a state of pleasure and pain. All day and night, Josh would sit on that couch. His facial hair continued to grow out, and his stench only worsened. Brogan didn't mind, however. The drooling fucker made for the perfect roommate.
Josh was nothing more than a pathetic gooner now, Brogan's gooner to be specific. He chased the unending desire for pleasure, only to be stopped right before he could cum. He thought of nothing other than what object nearest him would bring him the most amount of pleasure, only to fall short every single time. His brain had completely turned off. He was desperate, but his body kept him pinned to the couch. Any time he would try and leave, his knees buckled under the organismic pleasure of his dick jolting awake. It needed his constant attention, and Josh could think or do nothing else. Sometimes Josh would pass out, only to wake up with a puddle of pre cum on the sofa. He'd lap up the cum and finger his mouth as he tried to reach ejaculation. Occasionally Brogan would get back from class or playing video games at his desk to sit by Josh. The fiend would dive into his armpits, grabbing onto whatever parts of Brogan he could in a desperate attempt to cum. The freak was fiendish, frantically rubbing his cum soiled body up and down, begging to be fucked harder. Brogan loved when he begged for it.
As the two fucked on the rancid couch, Josh begged for more. Brogan rammed him again and again, shaking the entire dorm, moaning out in pleasure. Josh was nearly there, he whimpered out, "please" the first time he'd spoken an actual word in weeks, begging to be fucked just a little bit more, he was so close he could feel it. Just then, Brogan came inside of Josh, flooding him. Brogan kept going, sliding in and out as cum filling his inside. Josh was on the edge still, feverishly worshipping Brogan. Brogan, again came inside of Josh. Brogan kept going to Josh's delight, but by the third climax, Josh realized he was never going to cum. Brogan had fucked every part of his body as hard as humanly possible, over and over again, but it was not enough. Brogan ripped his foot long penis out of Josh as Josh gushed cum from his leaking hole. Josh had practically passed out, but all the same he was no closer to cumming.
As Josh looked over at Brogan, who had passed out from exhaustion, Josh glanced back at his side of the dorm. His bed looked the same as it did the day he left in Brogan's underwear, untouched since then. Josh, for but a moment, thought about getting up, returning to his bed and returning to his life outside of Brogan. He could barely remember what that life was even like. But these thoughts were quickly erased by the raging boner he had between his legs. And so, rather than getting up, escaping his life on the couch, he reached his left hand into his ass to coat it in Brogan's cum, and began to hopeless jerk off once again. Josh was forever a slave to his primal desires, and forever prey to Brogan, the apex predator.
Beau was looking for something new. The 19 year old college sophomore enjoyed his freshman year, but he wanted to get more involved and meet new people while also staying in shape. As he hovered from group to group at his university’s club fair, nothing seemed to stick out to him. That was, until he approached the club water polo team’s booth. The group of men were clad in nothing more than speedos, causing Beau to slightly blush. He wasn’t gay or anything, but certainly didn’t have the confidence in his body nor his place on campus to be strutting around like those guys. Standing out from the rest, a giant man pushed forward to greet Beau.
The senior stood firm, his wide shoulders pushed back, chlorine wet hair slicked back in his hat, chest puffed out, and eyes obfuscated by his glasses. Beau couldn’t get a read on Sam behind those glasses and stoic expression. Sam’s veiny forearms guided his massive hand onto Beau’s as he introduced himself as the captain of the team. Sam gave Beau the sales pitch for joining the club, but Beau could only focus on Sam. As he spoke, Beau could feel Sam’s eyes scan him up and down. He couldn’t see behind those glasses, but he could just feel it. As Sam continued to talk, he nonchalantly felt up his body. Nothing major, just scratching his bulbous chest as he talked, touching the back of his head to expose his armpits, and running his hands along the sides of his speedo. Beau was chilled the longer he talked to Sam, but he was convincing. Maybe less of what he was saying and more what he was. Regardless, Beau committed himself to his first practice tomorrow morning.
Beau had been a swimmer back in high school and had the slender build to boot which cut through the water. Beau hadn’t heard much about the water polo team other than how tight-knit they were. As such, he was a little nervous to be joining his sophomore year. Though more on the timid side, Beau thought of himself as a pretty social person. He was always the runt of the group at a meager 5’ 8’, so he often relied on his humor and warm smile to get him by. He confidently got ready for practice and to make some new friends.
As he arrived, Sam welcomed him in. Again, he remained impossible to get a read on, whether he was happy or ambivalent to see Beau at practice. Sam gave Beau the team’s uniform: a speedo. The skimpy speedo was tight around his modest bulge, but Beau had already come to terms with the potential embarrassment of wearing so little. These would be his new friends, Beau thought, and there was really no way around it. Beau got changed and jumped in the pool.
Practice exhausted him. On the smaller end of players, Beau definitely felt out of shape. In spite of this, he felt energized to keep going. Though he had just met the people he was playing with, they all were so friendly and welcoming in and outside of the pool. The water polo team seemed to embrace Beau with open arms, something rare for a college, nonetheless as a late addition. Beau had never met any of the guys on the team, not even seen them around campus, but it felt like he had already known them for weeks as they continued to play.
Practice was wrapping up and Beau was getting ready to head out. He chatted with some of the guys, though Sam was nowhere to be found. Somewhat of a blessing and a curse. The rest of the team continued to stick around, something Beau loved to see. The team really was tight knit, but he had to leave and do some work for his classes the next day. As he left, he glanced back to see a bunch of the guys cackling around three guys. They were humping each other with a ball between them, to the delight of the rest of the team. Seemed like an odd joke, but Beau thought the team was just close. If you spend so much time together, it could make sense to have some off color humor. But they seemed really into it, practically fucking in front of everyone. The three men seemed to touch each other with increasing intensity, causing more and more laughs. Beau giggled a little out of discomfort, making eye contact with the three. The guy in the back didn’t seem too jovial, instead filled with an animal-like lust. Regardless, Beau was on his way out and didn’t really need to see more of this.
Beau continued to go to practice. It had been about two weeks on the team. He would work himself to the bone during practice, but the comradery was always worth it. Sure there were some odd gay jokes that went too far, but Beau really felt like part of something bigger. He had a host of new friends he’d say hi to between classes, eat meals with, and spend his nights with. Beau also found himself getting more fit. This was a different type of fit than before. In the past, his slim swimmer build was nothing more than some muscle tone, but water polo really added some much needed muscle. He felt more and more confident in his body. One night, after practice, Beau went back to his dorm and just flexed. His biceps looked great. His eyes traced down his body. Wow, his chest too. His abs were far more defined too. Beau then traced down to his crotch. He nudged his underwear down just a little, exposing his slender waist and just above exposing his penis entirely. He just stood there, admiring his body.
Beau got ready for practice the next morning, eager for another day. As he got ready, he flexed once again. Even compared to last night, Beau thought he added some mass. He flexed his biceps and just admired himself. The rest of the team did too, adding in chirps about how big he’s gotten. Beau looked more masculine and large. His muscles were a nice touch, but he thought he finally looked his age. He wasn’t the runt of the group, clearly larger than the freshman. His 5’ 10” stature was still on the shorter end, but he made up for it with his strength. That’s what the rest of the team loved about him. They always talked about how he could pass the ball the furthest, or throw it the fastest. Beau’s hands could clasp the ball and cut through the water like a real athlete. His shoulders could row his arms like oars. It felt like he was on the water polo team his whole life, he was built like he was born for it at least.
Beau left the locker room, still riding the high of all the half-joke compliments he got from the rest of the team about his physique. Beau excelled, feeling extra great. He felt like an animal tearing through the water. Afterwards, Sam approached him to chat. Though nothing major beyond commenting on how good Beau was doing, Beau was once again uneasy. He was almost in a trance talking to Sam. Almost as if his mere presence sent Beau into an altered state. As they chatted, Beau’s eyes drifted over at the poolside in the distance. Maybe he was just tired from practice, but it looked like someone was jerking off. Instead of looking away, he continued to stare. Sam too, continued to talk to Beau, but he couldn’t make out the words. The man stroked his cock underneath his speedo. His long legs spread out on the bench, occasionally sprawling out and kicking in pleasure. His head knocked back and eyes closed tight. His mouth was agape the entire time, Beau could almost see him drooling. The guy just kept jerking and jerking and jerking, but the most odd part was the guys around him watching. They just watched him. No one stepped in to stop him, or make any comments, they just sat transfixed on his penis. Sam snapped Beau back to reality with a hearty pat on the back and sent him back to the locker room. Beau went on autopilot, not even acknowledging what he just saw. He got changed and went back to his dorm.
Beau’s head was more fuzzy than usual as he entered his dorm. Not a head pain, more just noise. He closed his eyes and pictures of his team mate jerking off flashed in his eyes. He couldn’t get the image of his legs kicked against the concrete, toes curling, and mouth drooling onto his cock. Fuck, he was so horny. Beau pulled out his phone and needed to find someone to hook up with. He snapped a picture of himself and sent it to some random girl on Snapchat. This wasn’t like him. He wasn’t even sure who he sent the picture to, just that he wanted her over at his place as soon as possible. His size 12 foot stepped on the counter top of his bathroom and opened his crotch up to the mirror. His dick was strained against his underwear leaving little to the imagination. His muscles were carved by the lighting in the bathroom, this would get her over here for sure. However, Beau continued to look at himself in the mirror. God he was so hot. Beau dropped his phone, not even seeing if the random girl he wanted to hook up with had responded. Instead, he opted to jerk off to himself. His gaze transfixed onto his own body. His phone buzzed on the floor, presumably with texts back about the promiscuous photo he just sent, but all Beau could focus on was his own body. He ripped his cock out from his underwear and stroked his dick. It was unbelievably sensitive. His dick could feel every digit, every touch along his shaft. Beau’s brain was haywired in that moment, completely overtaken by pleasure. His gaze now focused on his own eyes in the mirror as he fucked his hand on the countertop. He thrust and thrust with his teeth gritted and fist clenched around his member. Grunting louder and louder, Beau came over and over again. His 8” cock flooded the sink and flung cum all over the mirror.
Holy fuck, Beau was on fire. Beau stumbled back to his bed. His heavy frame stomped with each step, back and forth still dazed from his climax. Fuck. He was still horny. He had one desire and one desire alone. He was like a drone back on autopilot. Beau wanted more. Jerking off again just wouldn’t do it. Beau NEEDED more. Without thinking, he got back up in search of his phone. He grunted in anger and desperation. His phone laid dormant on his bathroom floor, now drizzled with sweat and cum. He licked off whatever was on his phone like an animal, devouring it down in hopes of cleaning it off. He sprawled himself on his desk chair. What once was filled with school work, now sat barren. Regardless, Beau snapped a picture of himself bare naked, but instead of sending it to an unnamed bimbo, he pulled up Sam’s contact. Without a second thought, Beau sent a picture over.
Beau was going crazy while he waited. He just sent the picture over to Sam, but all he could think about was Sam. Why was he not responding? He was so horny. While he waited he beat his meat relentlessly but it wasn’t enough. Where was Sam? By the time Sam came over, Beau had already ejaculated 5 times. His bed was doused in cum, sweat, and drool. But who cares, Sam was finally here. Beau threw himself at Sam, hoping he would fuck him, even just kiss him, perhaps even just touch him, but instead he just stood there. Sam directed Beau back to his bed and stood over him. Sam gave him a nearly translucent piece of fabric that could be loosely defined as underwear to put on. Beau put it on and bucked his hips up hoping for anything. Instead, Sam commanded him to jerk off. The two maintained eye contact the entire time. Sam stared at Beau like he was his prey, and Beau loved it. Any and all thoughts fell away, instead Beau was Sam’s. Though Sam never touched Beau, Beau imagined Sam’s touch along his huge biceps, he imagined Sam’s tongue along his abs, he imagined Sam’s dick ramming inside of him, all of this without breaking eye contact with Sam himself. Beau’s body shook the bed as he jerked off while Beau stood unmoving. This continued for what felt like hours. He masturbated, then came, then masturbated, then came. Sam watched all of it, until Beau, so exhausted, passed out.
Beau awoke the next morning energized. The night before was fuzzy, nothing more than a dream to him. He had a faint feeling that he saw Sam, but that wasn’t possible, he didn’t even have the captain’s number, nonetheless he was close enough to hangout outside of practice. Beau got out of bed and started getting ready for practice. As he brushed his teeth, his dick was insatiable. Beau was wearing one of his favorite pieces of underwear. Beau thought about where he got it but was dumbfounded, but damn did he like how it showed off his body. Beau knew how hot he was, and he fucked his hand on the bathroom sink to his muscularity. He was so excited to go to water polo today, it was game day.
Like clockwork, Beau made his way into the locker room and stripped down to nothing but his underwear. The water polo boys were extra eager about Beau today. They complimented him on how big he’s gotten the biggest they’ve ever seen. Were they talking about his body or his dick, ha. Beau chuckled at the thought, though his dick was firm against his underwear. His 10” dick was impossible to manage, and his teammates always chirped him for it. His teammates would pass by him and grab at his biceps. They were impossibly large. Beau spent hours in the gym, even outside of practice. They commented on his cannon, how he could throw the ball faster and further than anyone else on the team. Yeah Beau had a cannon alright. God damn he was big. His shoulders rounded out like football pads. His veins pulsated from his gargantuan forearms. His hands could not only clutch the ball, but pop it with his grasp. Beau pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. Without thinking, he sent a picture, not to Sam, but to the water polo group chat. Beau doesn’t remember when he was added to the chat, but it was filled with nothing other than pictures of the team’s bodies. Picture after picture of the team. This would be a good addition, Beau thought.
The game was amazing. Beau was an all star player, easily able to keep up with those around him. The team dominated the pool. What was once a foreign sport was now his second nature. He worked in tandem with his jockish teammates, operating as a pack of animals with an unmatched strength. The puny opponents could do nothing against Beau and the team’s sheer size and power. At the command of their fearless captain, the team tore their opponents apart. Beau was filled with satisfaction, unlike anything else. He felt great pride at fulfilling Sam’s orders and at accomplishing victory alongside his best friends. This was his community. Beau had found his people.
To celebrate, the team was invited over to Sam’s place, the water polo house. Most of the team lived there and was the main hangout spot for the team, but Beau had yet to be over as a newbie. As the team piled in, the place was filled to the brim with giants. The hulking water polo team was made at home in the odorous house. The place reeked bodily fluids, but the team certainly couldn’t tell. Beau and the team chatted and just hung out like the best friends they were, that was, until Sam made his entrance. Sam entered and congratulated the team on their latest victory. Every one of Beau’s teammates sat on Sam’s every word. His word was gospel to them, Beau included. His approval of today’s game was more joy than any one of them could ever ask for. To celebrate, Sam stared ahead. His eyes said it all. Without another word, every member of the water polo team stripped off their clothes.
Beau hadn’t appreciated his body after the game. He had grown to an impossible 6’ 8”. His weight crushed the coach beneath him. His size 14 feet emitted an unstoppable oder, forever damp from sweat. His toes reached out and planted themselves on the ground, perfect for paddling his massive frame through the water. His calves were sharpened into nothing but muscle that jutted out of his frame. His quads bulged out like overstuffed balloons. Could clothes even fit the muscle freak? Beau’s torso was no different. His cobblestone abs cut out from his stomach. But the most egregious part of his newfound form was his upper body. His chest dominated his form, pushing out of his frame. His pecs obscured his ability to even look at the rest of his body. His arms were disgustingly large, able to crush anything in sight. His massive hands reached down to clench the couch. Beau was so, fucking, large. He was a muscular god, but so was the rest of the team.
Beau laid back and began to jerk off. As he looked up from his 12” dick that not even his own hands could completely engulf, he saw a room full of beasts also jerking off. Grunts echoed around the room as each and every member of the water polo team was feeling themselves, touching themselves. Fuck, beau was so focused on himself, he didn’t even realize the wilderness around him. Pressure was building in Beau as he continued to jerk off, his eyes darting from person to person, all of them staring at Beau. With a single glance, Sam commanded the celebration to commence. The entire team dove at one another, fucking each other relentlessly. Some members sat in a circle jerking one another, others ramming their own teammates against the walls of Sam’s house. Beau pushed one of his teammates over the couch, fucking him hard enough to break the couch. Behind Beau was a teammate that began to fuck Beau. His muscular ass was penetrated by a fat, gigantic dick. Beau let out a massive grunt, with no unfamiliarity and only lust. As beau was fucking and was getting fucked, another teammate began to worship his pits, entranced by Beau’s musk. Beau’s mouth in the meantime passed from lips to lips, from body part to body part. Every teammate couldn’t do enough to satisfy their needs. Gallons of cum flooded the house and glazed each and every member. The orgy continued for hours and hours. Not a single crevice of Beau’s new godly body was left untouched by cocks, tongues, and cum.
Beau was finally a part of the team. As he got ready for practice, he made out with one of his teammates. As he slid on his speedo, he fucked one of them against the lockers. He was running late and tucked his penis into his speedo, though still hard and sticking out. The guys jumped in the pool for another day of practice at the command of Sam. Between scrimmages and drills, it wasn’t uncommon to see Beau or another member of the team jerking off. Beau had moved out of his dorm and into the water polo house. He was rarely seen outside of practice of the team’s house. He didn’t need to interact with the rest of the campus, he had found his people. The team would study together, punctuated with study breaks of course. The team would eat together, preparing pounds upon pounds of protein to maintain their physique. Beau struggled to go to class. His demanding penis often leaking precum and required a bathroom break with a few other water polo boys. It was easy to do this now, as Beau swapped out of all of his classes into generic physical therapy and sports medicine classes filled with his teammates. The jocks sat in the back, smelling of chlorine, dripping drool and sweat on their notebooks, not that they took notes. Occasionally before class, some wistful girl would try to flirt with Beau or another member of the team, but their fried brains and interest in only each other made sure those dumb fucks remained single. It was always the team, and only the team. Why would they need anyone else? Beau had effectively disappeared from campus and spent his days covered in cum, fucking for hours, and of course, playing water polo.
Thomas and Chris were best friends. Hell, they planned a whole boys trip to Florida together. The two were inseparable. While Thomas could be a bit cocky with his ego and Chris a bit bossy, the two got along. Though they had only met in college, it felt like they knew each other their entire lives. The two friends once again sat out on the beach enjoying the sun. While they laid there, a beautiful woman came up to the two. Chris was used to women coming up to Thomas, but she was gorgeous even for Thomas. She came up with a massive professional camera clad in nothing but an American flag bikini. Her warm smile caught Thomas’ attention. She introduced herself as Savannah. She was on the beach to take pictures for her clothing brand and needed a model. She commented on how Thomas was toned and how great he would be as a model. Chris rolled his eyes while Thomas looked as though he just found the love of his life.
Savannah convinced Thomas to come along for a quick photo shoot, leaving Chris alone at the beach. She took Thomas over to the hotel pool. Here, for the photo shoot. Savannah hands Thomas a skimpy American flag speedo and pool tube. Thomas, though flustered at the lack of clothes, was willing to change. He had a nice body and knew it, though a speedo was a little much. He would do it for Savannah. An excuse to show off his body in front of a hot girl? It was too perfect. Thomas stringed on the speedo and felt the tight piece of rubber warm up his body. He felt like he had just got a fresh pump in and damn did he look good.
Tom posed stoically for the photos. His muscles glistened in the pool water as he moved from angle to angle. Savannah laughed and smiled at his great work, but Tom was so nervous. She was so attractive, Tom was at a loss for words just being around her. Why would such an attractive girl pick Tom? Yeah he went to the gym from time to time but she was way out of his league. The tightness of the speedo let up around Tom’s crotch, but he didn’t notice as he was too fixated on trying to impress Savannah. Tom felt much more heavy in the pool, or more buoyant? He tried to flex his abs for the camera, only to have them washed away in the water and replaced with a layer of fat. Hair brushed over his stomach and along his chest. Along his head, his hair shortened and a ridiculous mustache manifested over his top lip. Tom was oblivious to all of these changes as he was too focused on the next pose to rock to impress Savannah. He’d flex his biceps for her, he hit arms every time he went to the gym. Tom goes to flex and instead of a smile, Savannah only laughs out of humor. She comments on how silly Tom looks and that it was a funny pose to make. Silly? C’mon he was getting friendzoned hard. But funny? He was supposed to be sexy. Or at least slightly attractive.
Toma was a plump 22 year old, though his mustache made him look a lot older. His thinning hair certainly didn't help with looking his age. He was so honored to have this beautiful take pictures of him, nonetheless take pictures of him, though she was certainly unbelievably nervous. The timid man rarely talked to women and got choked up every time Savannah asked him a question. Toma should have been over the moon, but oddly he was conflicted about the girl. She was gorgeous, but Toma felt oddly asexual. He could never get with someone as attractive as her, he was far too submissive and fragile. As Toma awkwardly posed, he remembered nights spent alone. The nerd would lay in his dorm bed watching sci-fi movies rather than going to the college’s gym. He didn’t have many friends in college, but he loosely remembered one. What he did remember, was getting turned on by the hot men of Dr. Who. The Eleventh Doctor was so so so hot. He would pleasure his small dick to him every episode. Darn it, Toma, focus on the photoshoot. Toma’s own dick started to chub, but the mere 2 inches were hidden in the large speedo.
Savannah complemented Toma on how easy it was to talk to him. She said how she didn’t feel intimidated by him and how she knew that Toma didn’t want to sleep with her. It was impossible having guy friends these days. Toma was slightly insulted by the demeaning compliment, but his heart still fluttered. He rarely received compliments even if they were backhanded. Toma got his validation online. He would spend countless nights sitting at his computer reading long winded fan fictions and soft pornos of men. God how he wished he looked like those chiseled men in speedos. Toma would fall asleep at night thinking of hulking men fucking Toma’s brains out. He wished he could transform into a dumb hunk rather than the small nerdy twink he was.
Toma continued to pose as once again his body felt the warmth of his speedo. A dark pigment spread across his body. Toma was remarkably pale as he rarely went out in the sun outside of this vacation. His body thinned out even more as the tan spread. Toma wouldn’t dare flex and show off his spaghetti arms. His body, though devoid of muscle, was filled with nothing but hair. Hair exploded out from his speedo. His 2’ dick was hidden in a forest of hair that spread out to his stomach. His smooth stomach looked like a forest as his chest formed deep dense paths of hair along his pecs and nipples. The hair continued to grow up his neck, down his back, and along his face. His face was now covered in hair, creating a hair black beard. Toma often dreamt about a big strong man grabbing him by his chest hair and fucking him senseless. He wished every day he was one of those tall, straight, white men that the world seemed to be designed for. Instead, Toma as a 5’ 4” twink that lacked any self confidence and fucked his asshole with his own fist.
As Savannah finished her photo shoot, she giggled and asked if they were done. Why was she asking him? Tarun asked his bestie Savannah if she’d take pictures of him for his Tinder. His small skimpy speedo accented his ass and he hoped to grab the attention of some hot Florida men. Tarun and Savannah were unlikely friends, but Tarun was the perfect gay best friend. She was never really friends with him, but saw him as a great source of entertainment she could gossip and chat to. Tarun would do anything for Savannah, just being around such a pretty girl was enough for the insecure Tarun. The photo shoot was probably the only nice thing Savannah had done for Tarun, as normally she would have no hesitation leaving him behind for much more attractive men. He was a silly side attractive Savannah would rant about the toxic men in her life while getting Tarun’s undying validation.
With the photo shoot done, Savannah left. She had some frat party to get to that she didn’t invite Tarun to. She couldn’t be seen in public with him, especially not at a party. Tarun went back to his dorm room to pull out his laptop and a bottle of lube. Tarun would be up all night scrolling through pictures of University of Florida frat bros and hunks. He loved living in Florida as the constant barrage of hot men in swimsuits kept his dick forever hard, though of course he never had the courage to get laid. Instead Tarun sits and watches. He dreams of much hotter men and drifts off to bed with a few fingers in his ass and cum caked on his chest. His dorm room at the University of Florida was his home, and as he ejaculated one more time, he realized this was the best place on earth.
Back on the beach, the three boys laughed on. They weren’t sure what they were just laughing about, but who cares. They’re on the beach with their best friends. The three amigos, they called themselves. Chris, William, and Thomas were all very different people, but their unlikely connection is what made their bond unbreakable, or so they thought. As they laid on the beach, the three began to talk. From jovial stories to philosophical discussions of modern politics, Chris loved how he could jump from topic to topic with his two best friends; however, William kept zoning out and scrolling on his phone. C’mon man, we’re at the beach, can’t you put your phone away for more than 15 minutes? The goofy William simply rolled his eyes and put his phone down for the time being. He would jump from app to app, scrolling through Instagram, Reddit, his email, Snapchat, and even Tinder. William was the only gay one in the group, and while romance may come easy to the other two as Thomas was quite attractive and Chris’ nerdy charm was somehow appealing to straight women, William had to work harder to find love. So he’d scroll on his phone, liking Instagram posts, diving deep into self-improvement Reddit threads, and of course flirting on dating apps.
Chris, William, and Thomas continued to chat when William got a Tinder match. Aidan. He looked like a freak, if not just a douchebag, but that was just William’s type. He exuded a sort of straight arrogance William was always jealous of. Sure he seemed to have a weird fixation of wearing a dumbass speedo in a variety of locations, but William couldn’t deny how attractive he was. That body was nearly perfect, and the 6’ 2” hunk matched with him after all. William got up from the beach and needed to excuse himself. Chris and Thomas were naturally confused and perturbed by William, but he was insistent on leaving back to his hotel room.
Upon getting back, William began massaging Aidan. To his surprise, Aidan started messaging back. They made small talk over hobbies and interests, and admittedly, Aidan seemed to have few of either. The hunk described his love of drinking, partying, and hanging out with his boys. The University of Florida business major had little going on outside of his frat, but again William only found that more attractive. He worked hard in university in D.C. and always envied the jocks of his campus. William was really carrying the conversation, but the otherwise bland Aidan started asking William some questions back.
Aidan first asked about William’s major. The proud poly sci major started talking about his passion for the legislative branch and hatred of gerrymandering republicans. Aidan was confused at all this chatter and asked back “How do you know all of this, dude, I thought we were the same major?”
Aidan was right, William only knew all of these things due to a side passion for politics. He followed money and wanted to major in business even if it wasn’t what he was really interested in. At least Aidan and William had something to connect over now.
“Yeah I’m a business major but it totally sucks” commented William. Aidan replied back “Yeah dude, it’s impossible to focus in class it’s all so boring. I fucking hate class I barely go.” Dude, this Aidan dude was just like William. He had no clue what was happening in his classes partially due to the fact he never went, but mostly cause he just didn’t understand it.
“Dude 100% agree. I’m fucked when the profs start talking about accounting and shit.” William was never very good at math, and topics in accounting or finance fucked him hard. His GPA struggled to stay above a 2.0. “Hey, clearly you’re putting your time into better things, right man. You’re looking big.”
William blushed at the comment. Getting complimented by a bro as ripped as Aidan was validating for all the hours William spent at the gym. He dedicated a lot of time to his body and it paid off. Guys and girls alike flocked to William’s chiseled abs and well defined biceps. His angular jaw and golden tan only sealed the deal when it came to picking up chicks.
“Yo thanks dude, we gotta hit the gym together sometime. Here’s my snap I don’t know why the fuck we’re talking on this gay ass app lmfao.” The two exchanged Snapchats and William sent over a pic of himself to Aidan.
Will glanced down at his gorgeous body and noticed his snug American shorts. His dick was practically spilling out the side they were so short. Fuck he needed to get laid. Will knew he wanted to go out tonight and bring someone back to his hotel room, why else would he be in Florida for spring break. Senior spring break meant sex city to Will. Will wanted to go out with someone, a little two-man game always helped out so he continued to chat with Aidan.
“Bro we gotta hit the town tonight. Either I get laid or have to fucking jerk off alone tonight, these Florida girls are making my dick go crazy” snapped Will. Aidan snapped back in agreement, “alright dude let’s fucking go. Start pregaming without me. I'll be over in a bit.” Fucking lame, Will thought to himself. At least he had some beers Aidan left over from the night before. He cracked open his first can and began to drink away. The beer went down easy. He had been drinking since high school, but ever since joining a frat up in D.C., Will drank beer like water. He was know for getting shit faced every weekend and fucking around with a different girl every night. His sharp features and imposing 6’ 3” height meant he was a pleasure for anyone to look at, and he knew it. Will was always on his phone texting a future hook up, scrolling through an instagram feed filled with models, or snapping practically naked pics of himself whenever he got the chance.
As he pounded down more beer, Will felt a little bloated. It was odd, he could normally drink 5 times this amount, but Will was feeling… larger. He looked down at his phone to see a text message. “Yo dude, it’s Aidan. I’m gonna be a little longer but cool if I bring the rest of the boys, they’re dying to come over to the frat.”
Meet me? That’s odd. Were Aidan and Will in the same frat? Will shook aside the confusion and continued drinking. The beer made him feel even more bloated, but he didn’t mind since he was so jacked. As Will made his way to the bathroom to snap another pic of himself for some girl, the world around him began to change. Instead of some hotel room, the bathroom morphed into a homey bathroom. Beer cans spilled over the trash can and the toilet was stained with throw up and piss. Aidan walked out to his bedroom now replaced with a mattress on the bare ground littered with dirty clothes and trash. The room was dimly lit with LED lights and a gaming setup. Where the fuck was he. Will stumbled into his bed when the beer started to make him feel even more light headed. Looking down, his shorts were replaced with a speedo that bulged at the weight of his crotch. His 11” meat demanded his attention. Will slid back the speedo and began pumping his dick. With each stroke, he shifted and changed. His legs drooped off the edge of his bed as his size 14 feet pointed straight to the sky. Will lost some muscularity as the constant drinking caught up with him. He wasn’t that youthful kid anymore, instead a fifth year fraternity brother. Reaching 24 years old in college was humbling, but only because he couldn’t for the life of him pass his accounting class. It worked out anyway cause Will was now the president of his frat. His old commanding presence demanded attention and loyalty from his fraternity brothers. Will’s perfectly combed blond hair aged into a darker simpler haircut. The lazy piece of shit rarely combed his hair, rather rolling out of bed half drunk. His morning routine filled with showering, skin care, and hair products were replaced with jerking off till he couldn’t see the floor from cum tissues and stomping around the frat for any left over beer.
Warren took a selfie of himself back to Aidan. The former pretty boy was replaced with a jaded and rugged face. “Get the fuck over here and bring more beer” he texted Aidan. The frat was hosting a party for spring break, and pledges like Aidan needed to get over there and bring beer ASAP. Aidan threw his phone on the bathroom counter and returned to his bed. He felt like a king. Maybe a king as dumb as they come, but a king. His dick was again rock hard thinking about all the chicks coming over tonight. The beach themed party meant women glad in American flag bikinis and bras. FUCKKK, Warren needed to jerk off again. His meaty paws wrapped around his dick as he fucked his hand hard enough to make the frat house shake. All his brothers called him Warren the War Machine for a reason. He could pound down beer like a tank, but ladies knew he could shoot loads like a cannon. Warren Briggs was home in his fraternity house at the University of Florida. There was no better place than this.
Back in the hotel, William, Thomas, Rick, and Chris got ready to go to the beach once again. As they congregated in the lobby, Chris couldn’t help but feel as though they were missing someone. That couldn’t be right. It was always just the four of them, the fantastic four, they called themselves. Shaking off the odd feeling, the four boys headed off the beach.
Once again, they unpacked their belongings and set down their beach towels. Rick, having gotten a little more used to the dirty beach, was still uneasy. Beer cans and trash littered the sand, and Rick’s hypochondriac nature went into overdrive. What put him over the edge, was a group of guys kicking up sand as they ran past the boys. The sand spilled up and covered Rick’s face, getting in his eyes and mouth. Disgusted by this, Rick needed to leave. William, Thomas, and Chris poked fun at the overreacting Rick. Rick always entertained the group of boys with his over the top tweaking and manic cleanliness.
Rick stormed off to find a bathroom while the other boys chuckled and laid back down in the sun. As he walked along the beach and spit out sand from his mouth, his nose caught a whiff of something unforgettable. The fragrance of a putrid, disgusting man lumbered towards him. He reeked of beer, sweat, and sunscreen. The man was a solid 6 inches taller than Rick. Though Rick tried to ignore the man walking his way, he stopped Rick and introduced himself as Logan. He talked with a youthful swagger that made Rick cringe at the man who looked to be in his mid thirties. He kinda looked like a serial killer, just a whole lot more ripped, Rick thought to himself, but his thoughts were cut short as Rick was assaulted by Logan’s rancid smell. Odor poured out from his pits, his crotch, and his feet. Dear god, Rick needed to get away from this heathen.
Rick tried to get away from Logan, insisting that he just needed to get to a bathroom to wash off, but Logan was determined to talk. He laughed at the irony of Rick trying to wash off sand at the beach, but pointed out the nearest bathroom to the boy. Rick thanked Logan and as he started to walk off, Logan gave the boy a parting gift. Logan delicately pulled up each of his lumbering arms and flexed. His armpits on full display permeated a potent smell. Rick immediately became light headed. With each step he took towards the bathroom, Rick felt more and more unwell until he passed out.
Rickie awoke in a daze. Odd he wasn’t more panicked. He looked around to find himself planted on the beach. He was laid out on a beach towel, but it wasn’t his own? The towel was clad in red, white, and blue. As his eyes moved from the towel to his own body, Rickie was shocked to find his modest 9” inseam swim shorts replaced by an American flag speedo. His head began to ache. He winced in pain. His vision went blurry but as he investigated his body, he saw glimpses of the changes. His legs added on mass, growing incredibly hair. He itched his inner thighs which became covered in a forest of sun bleached hair. The dusting of hair continued down his leg and around his feet and to each toe. Washing over his new found body hair, was a wave of sweat. The perfect mixture of oil, sunscreen, and sweat created an updraft that blasted Rickie’s nose. The rest of his toned upper body was lunged into a daze, forcing him unconscious again.
Logan poked the cocky young man awake. Rickie sat up with an arrogant smile, now adorned with sunglasses and a snapback. What’s up dude, commented Rickie with a familiarity aimed towards Logan. The two were old friends that met in college. Rickie was just a freshman, but Logan took him under his wing as a senior. Logan took him to all the best parties, even convinced him to walk on the baseball team. They’d spend hours chatting, skipping team showers in lieu of getting more reps at the batting cage in, and getting shit faced at the local bar. It was nice visiting Logan in Florida to get away from those shitters up in D.C. Odd he was even up North since he hated the it there so much.
Logan spread his legs, giving his much larger member some much needed breathing room. His large ball sack was bathed in sweat that concocted a scent that would drive anyone in the area away. Rickie played with the sand with his elongated toes and watched as the sand caught on his sweaty soles. Needing a scratch, Rickie dove his hand deep into his crotch giving his cock and ass cheeks an adjustment. He dug and dug as the dude was practically jerking himself off on the beach, but damn did it feel good. Rickie shamelessly gave his hand a deep whiff once he was done adjusting himself. Logan barely bat an eye as Rickie explored his new body, but he was far from done with the boy.
As Rickie laid enjoying the sun, his body, and his inescapable fragrance, Logan stood up for a final surprise. He grabbed Rickie’s head and nuzzled it into his crotch. Rickie huffed the fumes of Logan’s massive unwashed cock and balls. The smell filled every inch of his lungs. Rickie couldn’t help but smirk with pleasure right before he passed out again.
Ronnie felt dirty. There was no other way to describe it. He felt disgusting, filthy, and repugnant. And he loved it. Ronnie ran his arms along his chest, now with much more hair and weight to it. His pecs were more muscular, but also far more fat. His fingers played with each hair on his chest until they dazzled along his pecs. A jolt was sent down his spine. Ronnie’s hands continued on until they reached his chin. His unkempt beard was filled with dead skin and food particles that matted the short beard hair. The hair on his head was noticeably shorter and more blonde than before, but just as oily and gross as the rest of him. Looked down, Ronnie’s speedo looked even tighter on him. However, upon further inspection, it was due to an increase in fat along his legs and a decrease in speedo size rather than anything else. Ronnie’s globular ass pushed the speedo to its limits and forced it to remain taut over the man’s crotch, now much smaller. Ronnie seemed disappointed at his pecker, barely even being able to be seen with his newly enlarged stomach, but remembered he wore a speedo one size smaller not to show off his package, but to show off his rear.
Ronnie, moving away from investigating his now older body, looked to find Logan beside him. The two had met on the baseball team in high school. Though Logan remained fit well into his thirties, Ronnie let himself go right after high school. Ronnie’s mind was filled with memories of skipping school to stay home and jerk off. His mind was corrupted with incessant amounts of porn. As he desired more and more, Ronnie began to explore new fetishes. A few years out from high school, Ronnie was filthy in both body and mind. He loved walking around Florida in his flip flops only to come home and jerk himself mad while huffing the footwear. His tongue dowsed the shoes in saliva that just pushed Ronnie more and more into his sexual fantasy. Ronnie rarely showered, leaving the water of the ocean or pools to glaze over his odorous body. The amount of nights Ronnie spent with his nose in his own armpit were immeasurable, not just because Ronnie couldn’t count that high, but because it seemed like every night for nearly the last decade.
It was a wonder how Ronnie functioned with a hand down his crotch 90% of the time, but that was because of Logan. While Ronnie would be home sucking off his own micropenis and hotboxing his filthy room with his farts, Logan was out working. The retired veteran brought in the money to come home to his childhood best friend Ronnie, but they were more than friends right? Ronnie remembered going into the locker room with Logan in their senior year to explore each other’s bodies. After high school, the two would hit their gym’s locker room just the same. They’d wait till everyone cleared out of the gym and go at it. Logan would gag Ronnie with whatever sweaty piece of clothing he had on hand, whether it be a dirty cum sock or an old jockstrap. Ronnie would worship every inch of Logan, from his massive size 14 shoes, to his hair chest, to his dirty crotch. Ronnie would beg and plea to get fucked, or even better, pissed on. Ronnie knew if anyone saw what he had become they’d be disappointed at the high school dropout begging to be covered in piss as he jerked off, but that only made him harder. He loved the warm feeling of piss coating over his unwashed body. He was in utter bliss thinking about how humiliating this was. He was euphoric thinking about how dominant and superior Logan was to him. This was Ronnie’s home. Rubbing his fat hairy body up and down along the dirty gym floor in nothing but a speedo as Logan fucked him from behind. He oozes cum like a broken faucet all day everyday. Ronnie Ferguson was convinced that this was the best place on earth. He was in heaven, and heaven just happened to be Florida.
From left to right, William, Thomas, Rick, Chris, and Matthew.
The group of guys just finished up their junior year of college. This rag tag bunch of 20 something year old dudes were bonded together by their hatred of modern day politics. All five of them hoped to go on and become politicians. From interning on the hill to the hardest poly sci classes, the group of five have become inseparable. Taking a break from their think tank internships and work on political campaigns, the group had planned a summer trip to the Florida Keys. The boys packed their things and were off to a vacation they would never forget.
The five of them all had separate rooms in the same resort. Though they were close, each one of them appreciated their alone time. After unpacking their things, the first thing on their minds was to hit the beach. They changed into their swimming trunks and headed down to the beach just a few feet away from their hotel.
The sun radiated on their pale skin. Chris and Matthew remarked how they’d have a glasses tan in a matter of minutes with such a high UV index. The two were admitted more on the nerdy side with their massive frame glasses that they were practically blind without, but Chris often took charge of the group regardless of his nerdy demeanor. William laid out in the sun on his phone. He was always a screenager and even on the beach couldn’t resist scrolling on the beach. Rick stuck closely to William. He was a nervous wreck at the beach. As a hypochondriac, he flinched and feared the constant threat of germs that filled the sandy beach. Thomas, on the other hand, was more easy going. Thomas articularly indulged in the beach most naturally, proudly showing off his more toned and tanned body with a smirk.
The five settled into the beach, chatting about the current state of politics. Chris found it awfully ironic how the boys ended up in Florida despite its rigid conservative politics. He made some throw away comments the anti-LGBT conservativism and zealous Trumpism of the state. While they chatted, a man stumbled over to their set of beach towels. His skin like leather, dusty beard, and American flag paraphernalia head to toe, the old man stomped his way over to the boys.
The boys chuckled at the man, looking as though he came straight from storming the capital. The prototypical “crazy Florida man” speaks out, however. Cussing out the five with a strong rural twang, he hollers “You boys are in the best state in the best country in the world. Y’all better get comfortable cause y’all are gonna wisen up.”
The old man left the American flag at his feet and stumbled back off along the beach. The boys were less afraid than humorously uncomfortable at the man. This is what was wrong with the right: crazed old republicans filled with hate. The boys were only self assured of the crazies of Florida before they went back to their respective activities on the beach. At the end of the day, the boys packed up and left the beach, leaving the old man’s American flag on the beach.
As the boys walked back to the hotel, Chris pointed out three men standing by the pool. The chiseled men were glad in nothing but American flag speedos. The five boys poked fun at the three and how they decided to wear matching clothes out like that, though they couldn’t argue against how attractive they were. The three towered over the otherwise short stature of the five boys, and their deep carved muscles and golden tan made them look even younger with their thin pale bodies. The five boys continued on and separated off to their respective hotel rooms for the night.
As Matthew got ready for bed, he took off his glasses and tucked himself in. He turned off his lights, and stared blankly at the corner of his room. As he laid there, however, his eyes must have deceived him. He rustled in bed, turning to his other side. As he turned over, he saw something sitting in the other corner of his hotel room. The shadow looked to almost move on its own. Matthew rubbed his eyes and when he opened them again, the shadow was gone. Matthew’s eyes darted around the room, but it was too late. The last thing he saw were blue stars and white stripes, then darkness.
Matthew woke up feeling particularly groggy. It was always hard for him to adjust to sleeping in new places. The 21 year old was always pretty sheltered. He relied on his intellect, not necessarily his charisma or confidence. As such, he stayed cooped up indoors rather than adventuring. It even took quite a bit of convincing for him to come on this trip. As Matthew got out of bed, he reached for his glasses but only found a pair of aviators. The slick black lenses were a stark departure from Matthew’s glasses or honestly anything he’d wear in general. But the glasses were the least of his concerns. As he swung his legs out of bed, he looked down to find himself glad in American flag shorts. The shorts were loose on Matthew’s chicken legs, but tied tightly around his thin waist.
He tugged at his shorts, trying to untie or just remove the shorts from his body, but Matthew’s efforts were to no avail. While he attempted to remove the shorts, Matthew’s body began to undergo its first of many transformations. Warmth pulsated out from his shorts which only made Matthew panic more and more. Like a coating of liquid, tan oozed out from the shorts. Matthew’s previously pale skin shined a few shades darker leaving hairs to crop up as the wave of color covered his body. As it ebbed out, Matthew’s forearms and legs became dusted with a dark hue of black hairs. His body lurched as the tan crawled along his legs as he inched taller and taller. The tan wrapped itself around his feet, each toe plucking out longer and longer. Matthew tried to scratch off the tan or growing hair, but could do nothing to stop the progress. As the tan reached Matt’s face, he began to grow a light five o’clock shadow. Crawling up past his chin, Matt’s teeth became bleached and several shades whiter than the previously dorky off yellow hue. As Matt tugged away at his shorts and scratched at his arms, his own face began to stretch and lengthen out. His wide rounded nose sharpened out and his larger forehead pivoted down accented by sharp, fine eyebrows. Finally, his hair, now the same shade as the hair adorning his body, combed itself into a slick quiff with plenty of volume.
Matt felt amazing. He had always been lean, but damn did his hard work at the gym pay off. His deep cut abs were by far his favorite part of his body. His pride and joy, and wow did it make the girls go crazy. The spunky 23 year old stood tall out of bed, adopting a wide stance punctuated by his size 11 wide set feet. Filled with energy, Matt left his hotel room to go to the beach as a bachelor who came to vacation from his busy life in D.C. alone. Would be a crime to be cooped up in his room all day, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he came here with someone? As Marty made his way to the beach, he ran into two men. Normally, Marty would dismiss these two absolute douchebags, but they looked to be right up his alley. They even had matching aviators.
The two men introduced themselves as Florida natives, talked a big game about how Florida is the best state in the country and how proud they were to be born here. Marty rolled his eyes at the over-the-top dedication, but maybe he could see the appeal. The warm sun, clear waters, this place wasn’t that bad. The two men offered Marty some beer and a ride on their boat. Marty hopped right on, but again felt a loose tinge that he was missing something, or someone?
Regardless, the three men drank away. Nothing was more refreshing than a cold beer in the summer sun. As Martin drank and chatted with the two men, he felt alive. The wind swept in his long black hair, shaving away his loches into a routine buzz. He loved to feel the ocean air along his head. Martin, finishing his first beer, stood up to grab another. As he stood, he lost balance and fell. He began to put on pounds of muscle that kept his body pinned to the ground. Again, his shorts pushed out waves of heat and pleasure throughout his entire body. His quads doubled in size. His thighs rippled with strength, and as Marty looked down, he could see each muscle become more and more defined. The sheer growth of his thighs tore the fringes of his shorts. His calves followed suit, formed into sharp diamonds. As Marty tried to stand, once again slipped as his feet were bathed in warmth elongating out to a meaty size 12. His fat muscular feet were tinged with a permanent smell, something that would have previously sent Marty’s social anxiety into overdrive. Marty’s upper body was no different. His abs remained chiseled, but his chest became far more pillowy. His pecs bounced with each pulse of warmth while his shoulders formed massive boulders. His arms were forced outwards due to the size of his growing biceps, the new pride and joy of his bodybuilder body. Marty stood up and marveled at his body, who wouldn’t. Him and his boys were the hottest piece of eye candy around Florida. He put blood, sweat, and tears into getting this hot. Marty was bred on discipline and superiority, and he acted on that mindset everyday. He oozed confidence. Memories of sitting in his dorm studying were replaced by days at the gym and nights at the frat. Marty was as dumb as bricks, but it didn’t matter, he got to vacation in places like this with friends like this. Marty’s transformation was incomplete, however. The cocky 25 year old still had a lot to learn.
Marty continued to chat with his new best friends on the boat. Felt like they had been friends their whole life, probably because they had been. From fucking around in high school, to dropping out together in college. The three men made a living working hard at their blue collar jobs. But Marty mentioned how he had to get back to his job in D.C. Yeah he was in Florida with his friends, but this was just a vacation. Marty hated working around all those political snobs, but he was a successful butcher just outside the city. That’s when the two men sprang into action. They brought out a present to give to their boy Marty to celebrate their reunion back in Florida. After all, that’s where the three of them were born and raised.
The two men grabbed Marty his gift and planted it right on his head. The cowboy hat melded with Martin’s head immediately and triggered the final stage of transformation from his American speedo. Again, Martin’s impossibly large thighs grew. The roided up beast hulked with each step he took. He couldn’t wear pants if he tried. His upper body accumulated more and more muscle as well. Martin widened out, now struggling to enter doors with such a massive frame. Reaching his face, more and more stubble grew out into a freshly trimmed beard. His aviators transformed into a pair of reflective pit viper sunglasses. Most of all, however, Martin aged up. His skin was weathered by decades of being out in the sun. Crow’s feet dotted the corners of his eyes. Calluses coated his palms. He was borned and raised in Florida. Fucked around in high school, fucked anything that moved after, and ended up a rancher. His 10 inch cock demanded his constant attention, and his massive egg sized balls pumped his 6’ 4’ body full of testosterone. Even at age 38, Morgan Taylor was the epitome of confidence, masculinity, and strength. He was disciplined, rigid, and godly. It didn’t matter what those liberals up in D.C. were trying to do, he would stand tall in his size 14 cowboy boots and defend his god given rights down in the best state in the best country in the world. Morgan flexed his massive biceps and adjusted his skin tight speedo for the camera. His wife is gonna love this picture, and Morgan couldn’t wait to get back home and fuck the brains out of her. God bless America.
Max was a twenty something twink going about his days in college. He wasn’t some miserable nerd though he did feel like he didn’t quite belong. Yeah he didn’t go out and party every night, but Max still enjoyed his time at Magnus University. Admittedly, he did kinda stick out. With 80% of the school’s population being athletes, Max had a more difficult time adjusting than he’d like to admit. He couldn’t lie, part of the reason he decided to attend the university was the wildly attractive student population. All those athletes meant the men were drop dead gorgeous.
One night, Max was out with his girl friends going from bar to bar when he saw a hulking man. He looked a bit on the older side, but Max kinda liked that. His bulging muscles, his forest of hair, his massive frame. Max needed him. He was in luck, however. Max jaunted over to chat with him. Nabil was his name. His low gruff voice cut through the noise of the club. He eyed Max up and down with a sort of analysis that turned Max on. Eventually, Nabil took Max by the hand, enveloping Max’s with his own massive hands. The two went back to Nabil’s place.
Nabil quickly ripped off anything Max was wearing as Max’s hands danced along Nabil’s chest and disrobed him. Nabil thrust Max’s body to the ground as he sat on his knees on the floor. As Max looked up to Nabil, his massive chest and coat of hair practically made Max cum right then and there. Nabil lowered his pants to reveal his erect 9” penis. His balls hung low. His pubes decorated it all. Before Max could act, Nabil thrust every throbbing inch into his mouth. Max’s saliva coated his shaft and moved in and out over Nabil’s prized possession. Max took in every second. The taste, the feel, the smell, everything. Nabil started to moan louder and louder and grabbed Max’s head with his two massive paws. Pressing his head deeper against Nabil’s dick, Nabil came load after load. His dick squelched what felt like gallons of cum as Max struggled to swallow. It tasted so good and just kept going and going. Not a drop was spilled until Nabil ripped his veiny cock out from Max’s mouth. Max composed himself coming down from the rush of what he just experienced and walked back to his dorm room. He couldn’t wait to tell all his girlfriends about his amazing night.
The next morning, groggy Max got ready for class still exhausted from the night prior. As he walked to his early morning class, he walked pass the usual sports teams during their similarly early morning practice. He ogled at the running team as they ran past shirtless, stared at the rowers on the riverbank, and peered into the weight room during rugby’s sensual conditioning. As he passed the gym though, one team grabbed his attention more than usual though. Stopping dead in his tracks, Max looked over at the swim team. There he saw him: Nabil.
Coach Nabil sat at the gym as he watched his team of swimmers workout. He ran his team with the same commanding present as last night, Max could tell. But Max didn’t know how to react. He has just hooked up with… the coach of the swim team? That kinda makes it even more hot. Max went to class but the entire time he just kept reliving last night, thinking about how insane the whole situation was.
Max started to feel exhausted, however. Assuming it was just the late night, Max continued to sit in class and day dream of Nabil. Max’s exhaustion developed into pain. He went to the bathroom and investigated his newfound pain as it grew all over his body. He ran to the mirror and took off his shirt to find a well cut set of abs and larger biceps. Max had never really gone to the gym but now, now he was more of a twunk than a twink. How was this happening? He was hotter for sure, and Max enjoyed the new look, but what was happening to his body.
Max put his shirt back on and ran to meet his friends. Someone had to see what was happening to him. As he ran across campus his eyes stopped checking out all the athletes and stared straight ahead with conviction. His legs pushed with a newfound strength and speed that glided him across the campus sidewalk. Each stride took him further and further as his legs expanded. His short and thin chicken legs piled on meat adding inch after inch until they became sculpted into massive quads. Max’s 6ft stature was hardly noticed as he ran. His biceps too became thicker and thicker as they swiped across his body. His chest pillowed and forced his arms out. Hair crawled out of his armpits stuffed between his pecs and biceps. Even his face became more wide and bro-y. All Max focused on though, was his friends. He needed to talk to them about what was happening.
Max finally reached one of his friends at the dining hall. Samantha sat inside eating breakfast when Max sprinted in. His powerful, large body slammed his feet on the ground and launched sweat off of it as he halted. He lurched over to Samantha to discuss last night, his weird pain, and his new found abs, but as he talked, Samantha looked at him with confusion. All she asked was, “excuse me who are you?”
Max looked back dumbfounded. He confessed in a low growl that it was him, Max, but Samantha played this off as some hazing thing a sports team was trying to play on her. Late for class, she dismissed Max’s plea. In trying to catch up with her, Max was hit with another wave of pain that forced him to the ground as Samantha walked off. Max hobbled to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.
Staring back was a smug jock. His shirt was strained against his growing biceps. God that was not. Max felt a tinge of embarrassment as his shirt exposed his stomach, yet oddly enjoyed showing off his body. Max ran his massive hands up his biceps and along his broad shoulders. He traced down his stomach and into his pants. His previously puny penis was replaced with a more modest package. It looked like a solid 5 inches, nearly double that of what he woke up with. Max continued rubbing his body was he felt each crevice of his quads then finally to his hard calves. His feet strained against his shoes begging for freedom. Practically ready to cum just looking at his changing body and nearly bursting out of all of his clothes, Max went back to his room. This all had to be a dream. Max kicked off his shoes as they tightened around his feet. He ran into bed and shut his eyes. All he needed to do was fall back asleep and this sick fantasy would be over. Max struggled to ignore his raging hard on that stood straight up as he laid in bed. Eventually, the world faded away as Max finally fell asleep.
Max had no idea what time it was when he woke up. As he swayed his leg across the bed to get up, he looked down to see diamond cut legs. FUCK, Max boomed. His voice even deeper than before. The pants we wore before bed torn to shreds. His bare body was covered by a tight Speedo alone. He placed his size 12 feet on the cold floor. As he looked around the room, his favorite band posters were gone. The bare walls of his dorm matched the now scant decorations of the room. It was a mere bed frame, filthy trash can, and unused desk.
His large feet gave balance to his oversized frame. His calves pushed out to give each step an unrivaled power. His quads twitched and flexed as they shook with strength. The speedo grew tighter and tighter along his body till Max released his 8 inch cock from his prison. Like clockwork, Max wrapped both hands along his cock and jerked off. His rough hands textured his dick and chilled his spine with each thrust. Max eventually came ropes across his dorm, even more than what was usual for him. He grabbed a tissue off his desk, cleaned off his hands and cock, and threw it into his already full trash can. The tissue rolled off the top and fell alongside all the other cum rolled tissues.
Fuck, Max was gonna be late for practice. Luckily he was already in his Speedo. He tucked his cock away, threw on some sweats, and ran to practice. Max was the new star athlete of the swim team. Recruited to Magnus University, he committed here for its unrivaled dedication to athletes. He knew whoever attended this place would have an undying passion for sports and Max was no different. Fuck it felt good to be him. He was tempted to jerk off a second time but he knew he was already late. He couldn’t piss off Coach Nabil too much. Max smirked in the mirror like the hot shot jock he was and left for practice. He was exactly where he belonged.
Mike was everything. He was tall, strong, and of course dangerously hung. When he’d walk into the gym, all heads would turn with each grunt of his. Yeah they were all jealous. They wanted to be just like him. Or maybe just wanted him to fuck the daylight out of them. Either way, Mike knew he was the alpha of this gym and everyone else bowed down in his way. Everyone but one. Brock wasn’t too dissimilar from Mike when you got down to it. Both stretched to over everyone else at 6’ 4”, though Brock was just a hair shorter. Speaking of hair, Brock let it grow out. He loved when the ladies nuzzled their heads in his chest and licked the spunk stuck in his chest hair. Luckily, Brock and Mike weren’t rivals. Who knows what would happen with two alphas like that were to get into a fight. Rather, they were gym buddies. They lifted together and pushed each other to their limits. No one could look away when they started lifting. The sheer power of the two practically put the whole gym into heat as every muscle in their bodies glistened with their sweat.
One day, Brock came into the gym with a gift for Mike. A white compression shirt. Brock said it would make Mike look extra hot. White did show off his pecs a lot better. Brock himself wore shirts like this all the time, and Mike did admit to himself he looked jacked whenever he wore them. In the middle of the gym floor, Mike ripped off his shirt and tried on the tight compression shirt. Maybe it was a little small, but he felt powerful flexing in it. It didn’t leave much to the imagination but Mike liked that. He was gonna get some action wearing shit like this.
During the workout, Mike felt better than ever. Today was leg day and Mike was outpacing Brock. Damn that never happened, they were always right at each others level. Every squat he got deeper. He should have been exhausted but all Mike could think about was how hot he looked in his new shirt. And who could blame him.
Finishing up their workout, Mike and Brock went their separate ways. When Mike got home, he was practically bursting. He went to his backyard and couldn’t keep his hands off himself. He loved to look at his tanned muscular legs. He traced his hair up his quads and into his crotch. He pawed at his raging boner. All 9 inches stood at his command. He jerked and jerked until he came all over his shirt. Recovering from the absolute bliss he just experienced, Mike was suddenly perplexed. He had just shot gallons of cum all over his shirt, but when he glanced down there was nothing there. Little did he know, Mike had just sealed his fate as the cum absorbed into his new shirt.
The next day, Mike woke up and was ready for the gym with Brock. As he was getting dressed, he kept thinking about his white shirt. It’d be kinda gross to wear it two days in a row, but he felt so alive wearing it yesterday. Another day couldn’t hurt right? He threw it on and met up with Brock. Today was arms. Brock ripped through every set with such vigor. Even Mike was amazed, he’d never seen Brock lift with such strength. It was almost hot. Mike on the other hand started to struggle. He couldn’t quite finish his sets. Maybe he was just distracted. All Mike could think about was leg day again. He loved doing those squats. Getting so low to the ground. Feeling his glutes grow with every drop. And the way Brock would look at him while he lifted his from the ground. Mike took a quick water break after his set. While he was getting water he looked down at his dick. It was fully erect.
Mike barely survived the rest of the work out. From Brock’s insane performance to his own wandering thoughts, Mike was ready to be done. He snapped a selfie and parted ways. Damn this shirt does make his chest look huge. Everyone at the gym surely loves to stare at those bad boys. Hopefully even Brock.
When Mike got home, he was flooded with hormones again. This time he plopped down on his bed and started to jerk off. He loved to jerk off in his gym clothes. The sweat, the smell, the wetness. It reminded him of how hard he worked in the gym. As his hands wandered, his finger grazed his nipple. Holy fuck. His dick was harder than ever. Mike beat his 8 inch fuck stick like no other time before as his other hand circled around his nipples. He played with girls nipples all the time when he’d hook up with them. It made sense his nipples were so sensitive too, right? Mike finished all over his shirt again and passed out.
Fuck, Mike was late for the gym. He didn’t have time to change so it seemed like a third day at the gym with this white shirt on. Mike checked for cum stains but once again there were none. When Mike had met up with Brock, he was surprised at how much bigger Brock looked. Not even in muscularity, just sheer size. Mike bent his neck at a 45 degree angle to make eye contact with Brock. Sure Brock made fun of Mike’s 5’ 10” stature, always saying how Mike rounded up to 6’, but Mike could put on muscle way easier so who’s the real winner. Today was back day. Once again, Brock tore through each and every set. It was almost like a warm up for him. Just as Mike was about to hop on, Brock took about half the weight off the machine. Brock would always do nice things like that for Mike. He might not be able to lift quite as much so it was always he took the weight off for him. Sped up process for both of them, plus was a little extra work out for Brock.
As Mike worked his back, he couldn’t help but stare at Brock. He was so hot. No other way to put it. Mike loved how Brock towered over him. How Brock took Mike under his wing and taught him how to life. Mike was so lucky to have Brock and he’d do anything to show his gratitude for Brock. After their workout was finished, Brock and Mike left together. Brock took a picture of Mike. Mike was kinda flattered by it. Why would Brock want a picture of him? Just thinking about why he would want that picture made Mike’s heart flutter.
He must have looked so submissive in that photo. To be fair, it was taken nearly a foot above him. It was hard not to look like Brock owned him when Mike walked around at a measly 5’ 5”. But that just made Brock all the better. He didn’t have to spend time with someone like Mike. The gym was filled with twinks like Mike, but Brock chose Mike. Oh fuck that made Mike horny. He was dedicated to Brock. Mike ran to his bed and needed to jerk off immediately. His small soft hands stripped off his slutty shorts and he wrapped his hand around his cock. Mike didn’t feel much, it was almost like his hands were there. When he’d pump his 4” dick he felt nothing. Maybe he’d try his nipples again. It felt good but it wasn’t enough. Mike’s hands wandered again until they caressed his ass checks. Now this was it. Two fingers plunged themself into his ass and Mike has never felt so alive. This must be how Brock feels doing those lifts. Mike was filled with energy, lust, and endless thoughts about Brock. He whimpered and moaned thinking about what it would be like if Brock ever fucked him. Mike would be the luckiest man alive. He’d do anything to make Brock happy. Anything to make Brock fuck him. Mike came over and over, each time putting more and more of his hand into his ass and getting deeper and deeper. Mike was known for his loose ass. He was forced to fist himself daily, how else would he deal with his thoughts of Brock after the gym?
Mike spent all night pleasuring himself to the thought of just being around Brock. Pulling himself out of bed, Mike eagerly went to the gym. He’d get to see Brock, he couldn’t wait. Today was leg day again. Oh how Mike wanted to show off his deep squats to Brock. Today was the one day where Mike could hold his own. Again, Brock would take off about half the weight for Mikey, but Mikey would tell Brock was impressed at what he could. It didn’t matter how far into the set Mikey was, he’d just imagine bouncing up and down on Brock’s 10” dick and Mikey would be able to finish the set just fine.
When the two finished their workout, Brock invited Mikey to the sauna. Mikey said yes instantly. He’d do anything to see Brock practically naked. Mikey was drooling just thinking about it. Good thing his 3” erection was easy to hide. He was always hard around Brock, so he knew how to hide it well.
With Brock in his towel, he flashed Mikey a quick flex. Mikey almost came right then and there. His biceps were the size of Mikey’s head. His pecs were pillowy yet firm. Mikey imagined what it’d be like to lick the soles of his feet. Rub his face in Brock’s pits. Or be filled to the brim with Brock’s cum. In the sauna, Brock asked if he could relieve himself. A stallion like Brock surely needed somewhere to dump his cum from time to time. He unwrapped his towel to reveal his magnificent 11” dick. Mikey had never even seen something like that before. The veins pulsated as it grew to full mass. His beer can girth cut through the forest of pubes. At first Brock’s head jerked back as he used both hands to pleasure himself. His massive balls swung back and forth with every stroke. Mikey just sat there pretending to look away while his 2” dick was stuck hard between his crossed legs. Brock looked at Mikey. He refused to break eye contact as the sweat and steam lubed his dick. The sounds of flesh on flesh made Mikey blush, but he couldn’t look away from Brock’s inhuman stare. Mikey was on the edge, about to cum as discretely as he could. “Don’t cum,” Brock commanded, “You’re mine now.”
Mikey’s mind turned to mush. He was Brock’s. Brock commanded him to take off his towel. His puny micropenis was still rock hard. But Brock wanted his ass. After all those squats, Mikey had the perfect, round ass. Brock bent Mikey over and fucked him raw. Even though he was so loose, Brock’s massive dick still fit tightly in his hole. Mikey moaned in pain as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was in heaven but it hurt like hell. Brock forced Mikey’s tongue to worship every inch of his body. When Mikey’s mouth made its way to Brock’s crotch, he face fucked Mikey till tears rolled down his face. He spit on Mikey’s face just to see him flinch. Mikey could barely handle the 12 inches but enjoyed every second of it. Brock’s 6’ 6” frame pinned Mikey up against the wall of the sauna. It warmed his skin has Brock pushed the size of Mikey’s face against the wall. His massive bear like hands restraining Mikey’s hands, Brock slammed relentlessly into Mikey’s ass.
By the time Brock was done with Mikey, he could barely walk. He struggle to put his shorts back on and had a permanent wet spot on his ass as it oozed out cum. Mikey was bloated with how much cum he was filled with. After the sauna, Brock left like nothing happened. That made him even more hot in Mikey’s mind.
Little Mikey was no longer a gym rat. In fact, he stopped wearing that big compression shirt. He would never fill it out, but instead huffed Brock’s old sweat stains till he came from it. Gone was the alpha male who pushed Brock to the limit. Instead he was Brock’s property. Brock and Mikey don’t even work out together anymore. Brock could never be seen with a pathetic little twink like Mikey. Instead Mikey runs on the treadmill and hits leg day every day while he waits for Brock to call him into the sauna. Mikey was Brock’s slut and Brock’s alone. He would do anything to please him whenever and whatever. Brock couldn’t be happier. He pushed himself to the limit at the gym, then got a second pump in at the sauna. He was feared, respected, and he knew everyone would do anything to get fucked by him. He was the one. There was never enough room in the gym for two alphas after all.
Jackson was Evan’s older brother and was the definition of masculinity. And he knew that. Jackson made sure to keep his tight calves and bulging thighs on display. Don’t get him started on bulging. Those shorts he’d always wear left nothing to the imagination. He’d put it to good use too. Every night Jackson would be out fucking some different girl, his massive body tearing into them until he filled they up with his massive loads. Evan would never be able to get any sleep with the rattling of his bed against his wall, and the moans of whatever lucky woman he brought back. Even if Jackson didn’t bring home a girl, he would have been jacking his massive dick and pouring loads all over his deep cut abs and massive pecs. Hell, he’d do that any way. Jackson was known to jerk off several times a day. His room ways always littered with tissues and his bed always crusted over. Evan hated walking in there. If not for fear of walking in on Jackson ejaculating, fear of the smell.
Evan on the other hand, was very different than Jackson. While he oozed confidence and charisma, Evan was more reserved. He could crush a watermelon between his thighs while Evan was built like spaghetti noodles. Evan did have Jackson beat in intelligence, however. While Jackson only focused on working out, fucking chicks, and hanging with his buddies, Evan was always home studying away. He was built for academics. His 5’ 4” stature, blonde curly hair, and massive glasses meant the only thing he’d be lifting was a textbook. Can’t say he wasn’t a little jealous of Jackson though.
Jackson and Evan’s paths as brothers eventually diverged. He committed to some state party school a few years ago and Evan just started his first year at Stanford.
It was 2am and Evan was stuck in the library finishing up a lab report. Today was his birthday and Evan was spending it alone, in the library, stressed out of his mind doing work. Evan decided to pull up his brother’s instagram to see how he was doing. He missed the dumb guy after all these years. It was littered with pictures of his frat, getting drunk, and dancing it up with a different girl every night. Don’t get him wrong Evan loved going to school here, but a part of him thinks he’s missing out.
When he finally woke up the next day, there they were: a gift from Jackson. He had sent his old pair of flip flops for Evan’s birthday. What was he thinking? His massive size 13 shoes still sweat stained from years of wear, what use would Evan have for these? He attached a note: “Heard you been having a rough time over at nerd school, bro, but wanted to send over my old pair of lucky flip flops. I know it might sound dumb but just try em on, you’d be surprised at how they make ya feel.”
Jackson was dumb, but sweet. Evan wasn’t sure if he genuinely wanted him to try them on, but in a weird Jackson-y dumb jock way, this was a sweet birthday present. He threw them in his closet and started work on some more homework.
The next day Evan woke up with a headache. There was this odor that permeated his room. Oh god it smelled horrible. Tracking it to the closet, it was none other than those old flip flops. Yeah sure Jackson’s gift was sweet, but Evan wasn’t about to deal with this smell. He had to throw them out. Evan continued on with his day, did some more homework, and went to bed.
When he woke up, he had the same blaring headache as yesterday. And just then, the same tickling of his nose. It was that awful smell again. He opened up his closet and there they were, Jackson’s gigantic sandals. Evan didn’t have time for this, he had an exam to study for and a problem set due at midnight. It’s messed up professors can assign all this work for a Friday night. But Evan didn’t have any better plans tonight other than finishing up his physics homework for Monday. It was a dumb idea, but for now Evan had too much work and he’d just have to endure the smell.
At 11:55pm he had finally finished his exam and submitted his work. God this school is so stressful. Evan thinks he should probably start on his homework now. But before then, he wanted to deal with these flip flops. Evan read Jackson’s note again. Just trying them on couldn’t hurt. He took off his socks and slipped on his massive size 13 flip flops. The world went dark.
“Shit,” Evan exclaimed when he finally blacked back in. “Where am I? Why am I in this tiny car? What am I wearing?” Evan must have ended up at some party and blacked out. He never went to parties though? As he looked around the backyard was littered in beer cans. How did he end up here? He wedged myself from the tiny car and ran back to his dorm. He felt so alive as a ran back. As he ran his legs grew more tan. They were so much more slender yet so springy and energetic. When he got back to his dorm he looked in mirror and didn’t recognize himself. Gone were his glasses. Maybe he had just forgotten them in his dorm somewhere. He still had frizzy hair but it has gone from blonde to sun bleached. When he looked down that’s when I saw them: the sandals. He was still swimming in them, but not nearly as much. Evan didn’t have time to deal with this. He had work due on Monday and pissed away all of last night. He threw off the sandals and got to work.
Things were a bit harder. Evan couldn’t focus as much. Maybe he was just thinking about how he’d changed so much. But wasn’t he always this tan? He does go to school in California. Jackson and him would always sit out on the beach. Ugh it felt so good to be out in the sun like that, listening to the ocean, breathing the air, looking at all the hot shirtless guys. Evan was rocking a boner. He definitely couldn’t be caught doing his homework now.
There was something about those sandals, but he decided to slip them back on while he jerked off. God it felt so good. With every pump his legs got longer and longer. They began to dangle off the bed. But he was always this tall. Jackson used to give him shit for being such a bean pole but maybe he was just jealous to see his little bro see eye to eye with his 6’ 4” stature. Evan continued to jack off. He was on fire. He clenched his other hand around his shaft and pumped harder and harder. Evan always liked to use both hands. One time he walked in on Jackson jerking it and he told Evan guys like us better use both hands. Ha yeah him and I are lucky to be so well endowed. Finally Evan finishes as his 8.5” cock gushes cum all over his sheets. It looks like this isn’t their first time based off their off white color. Damn maybe he should wash these sheet they’re totally covered in spunk. Evan felt a weird familiarity in having his sheets be constantly damp with his cum. It’s almost a source of pride. After Evan wiped off, he felt oddly energized. Fuck it, I’m going out.
Evan stumbled his way into a frat party and ended up with two drinks in his hand. With every sip his body changed more and more. One can down, his chest bulged out. Another down, his shoulders rounded. Another, his arms filled out his shirt. Even his clothes changed too. His previously modest shorts burned into short shorts. If caught at the wrong angle, Evan’s dick would fly loose. But he liked that didn’t he. Evan adopted a wide cocky walk. He lunged about like he owned the place. Dawning a new hat, Evan scratched the back of his head to feel his curly mane of hair. Yeah chicks loved his head of hair. Was he getting a boner?
The next morning, Evan woke up with a massive headache and even more massive hard-on. Again, he closed his eyes and pumped his cock. With every stroke, the world changed around him even more. His previously neat room simplified down to a never-used desk with football posters falling off the walls. The myriad of textbooks melted into a single intro to business book. He felt his head go numb as his curly hair straightened out. It felt good as every follicle recolored itself. Fuck! Evan poured load after load out. It glistened over his dark tan and got caught in between his abs. Evan missed going to the gym with Jackson, he always gave such good advice on Evan’s form. How else would Evan have gotten so jacked?
Speaking of the gym, Evan was late for a Sunday morning pump with his boys. Yeah Jackson was gone but Evan had a new group. He’s known them since freshman year right? And don’t worry, Evan made sure to wear his sandals to the gym too. They fit perfectly. Evan was feeling himself at the gym today. Even though he was out partying last night, every set lit him on fire. His chest expands and rounds with every bench press. It strains across his shirt as his sharp nipples accent out. His biceps rip out of the arms as his shirt transforms into a tank. Even down under his dick slithers out to 10” soft. The boys always joke around about big his dick is. They’re just jealous they don’t get as much play as he does.
As Evan finishes up his set with his boys, he kept getting lost in the moment. He found it harder and harder to remember what rep or set he was on. But Evan always struggled with remembering numbers. His friends always made fun of him for that too. They’d tease him about how he even got into UCLA in the first place. Yeah he was a recruited athlete, but even then don’t they have to pass a basic IQ test?
When Evan got home, he went straight into bed to jack off. It was his third time today, but a guy like him just needs to relieve himself several times a day. It’s natural. As he grasps his hands around his cock, Evan’s hands grow in size. His fingers aren’t meant for school work but lifting of weights. His muscular legs grow again just past 6’ 5”. He was always just a bit taller than Jackson. Even his feet grew a bit too. It was nice of Jackson to send him those flip flops, but barely anything could ever fit Evan’s gargantuan size 15s. Just before Evan finished, he stood up to the mirror and doused it in cum. He came out any intelligence left in his brain and it felt good. God how he loved to jerk off to himself. He flexed his quads, his bis, and just admired his cock. He was a Herculean man and anyone would be lucky to finish to the likes of him. Based off the murky stains all over the mirror, Evan sprayed that mirror daily. Wouldn’t it be hot if some girl licked it up though? Fuck he was hard again.
It might have been a Sunday night, but Evan still wanted to swing by the frat house. He might have had work to do, but what’s a few beers with the boys? The dudes he met at the gym told him to rush. Two years later, he’s the head honcho of the place. Maybe it was his height, his size, or his massive horse cock, but Evan demanded respect in that place. It felt good knowing he ruled over his frat. He even had a little bit of a hard on knowing how they worshipped him.
For a Sunday night, it was one hell of a time. Evan was in his natural element. He was surrounded by his boys who both loved him and feared him. Though he had to bend down, he was the center of attention in the picture, just as it should be. Evan ditched his twin brother’s sandals by now, they were far too small on him. He let his massive feet out free as they stunk up the place but no one ever complained, it was almost hypnotic.
As Evan finished his beer, his 10” dick sprang to life. He pulled out his phone and texted whatever girl he had left unanswered most recently. He sent a pic of his strained boner and a few other flirty messages. When she arrived, Evan eyed her up and down with an animalistic urge he didn’t know he had in him. Well of course he knew this. Him and Jackson were animals back in the day. The duo had banged half the school by the time they graduated high school. And boy did Evan bang. The rest of the frat house would be subject to the moans and screams. His brothers hated going into Evan’s room in fear of walking in on him dumping his cum or just dealing with the raw smell of it all. Evan pounded her against every wall and choked her with his massive dick. He practically snapped her in two by the time he neared his finish. But before he did, he pulled out of her and shot load after load against his mirror. Evan watched as she licked every drop of cum from the mirror. This was Evan’s life now.
He could never really focus in school with his permanent hard on. He could barely hide it too. His body needed movement, exercise, and somewhere to dump his cum. Everyday Evan would jerk off, hit the gym, jerk off, maybe even jerk off between classes, and then pound whatever girl that arrived at the frat house the soonest. Evan loved every minute of it. He’s just a massive, horse hung, dumb jock. And he’s just like his brother.
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