Transforming Boys into Men

selective mxm rp blog || male transformations

[realbcys]

"Oh? Oh that tickles? Is my boy ticklish?" Alexander said with a wide grin, and his fingers began to intentionally try and tickle his boy. He wanted to see his body squirm and jerk under his fingers, moving because Alexander made him move.

He would tickle him until his boy was laughing and panting from the exertion, knowing that making him a little light headed would only speed up the effects of the drugs. Muscle relaxants, something to make him pliant, and something to make him horny. A little trio cocktail.

"Careful," his did warned, "Don't wanna wet yourself laughing." He smiled. "Of course, we could always just take your pants off if you did." He paused as that thought just occurred to him. "Say, would you be more comfortable if we did? These long jeans can't be the most comfortable to wear." Alex let his hands slide back up his son's body, gently squeezing his pecs as they trailed up. Then he let a single finger run along his shoulders as he moved to the front of the chair. He stepped up close to the edge of the chair, knocking his son's legs open with a gentle nudge so his right leg could stand in between them. He reached down and hooked a finger into his son's waistband, pulling it up until it slipped out of his fingers and snapped! back to Samuel's skin.

He didn't repeat his question, just eyes his son from this new angle until he answered.

[men-amorphosis]

All Samuel could muster out were soft whimpers and giggles of protest as his body jerked and squirmed from the relentless assault of tickles from his father. Gasping as he tried his best to get away from the prying fingers, the young man could only splutter as his slim and slender body jolted from the touch. His laughs and giggles only accentuated as tears began to fall from his eyes, with each playful gesture from his father shooting bolts of electricity and white-hot fire through him. "H-Hngh! A-Ah....! D-Dad... pleaseee!" Samuel squealed as his head lolled about from the drugged drink.

He whimpered again as his father's hands slid along his body once more, trailing over his muscles and tight skin until they were squeezing his pecs. While it was nothing particularly impressive when compared to the older man, Samuel was pleased that there was at least something there to grip and squeeze. He swallowed thickly as his father stepped even closer, until his legs were pressed apart and his thighs were spread. At the soft question, his glazed eyes widened just a bit at the idea of stripping down some more. Samuel supposed it wasn't too big a deal; his father had practically seen him naked at every point of his life. What was one less piece of clothing? And it wasn't like he wanted to wet himself or get more of his clothes dirty.

The snap of his clothes against his skin made the younger man yelp softly, although it was more of a drunken moan than anything else. His tongue felt like cotton in his mouth, all swollen and difficult to talk as he stared up at the older man looming over him. He could barely get out his words, only nodding dumbly at the idea of his pants being taken off.

"Please... Dad...dy..."

[realbcys]

Antonio kept closing the distance between them, exaggerating that distinct lack of height Alex now had. Still, Alex hadn't changed personality, just his body. Even if his body was making him a little more vulnerable.

So he squared his shoulders and adopted a 'dad look' at his now six foot son. It looks like a pale copy on Alex's youthful face, like a kid playing pretend. "It doesn't matter what we look like, 'Tonio. I am still your father." His youthful voice made that sentence harder to believe. "I don't know what exactly has happened, or how, or why. But that doesn't mean I'm planning to tolerate your disrespect." Alex was going to give his son some grace and ignore the comments about his body and his manhood-or-lack-thereof. "We can talk about this like men, but I expect you to remember who you're speaking to."

Alex tried to be stern and fatherly. And Antonio kept coming closer, until the curve of his cockhead finally made contact with Alex's new body. With their new height difference, that cockhead tapped right above his belly button. The contact felt forbidden. This was his son's cock (sort of). The rules were a little blurry now that they were in bodies not their own.

"Nobody did this to anyone. It has happened, and I don't know what it is, but we'll need to work together to figure this out." Alex looked down at the loose pants hanging from his tiny twink waist. "Now, clearly, my pants are too big for this new body, so I need to borrow some of your clothes." Alex felt a little vulnerable, asking for something as simple as clothing from his son. There was a strange feeling of...being in debt, sort of? Of needing Antonio's permission? It was an unusual feeling that settled in his gut as he made his request.

[men-amorphosis]

It was hard for Antonio to not crack a smirk at the sight of his father staring back up at him as he tried to adopt his classic "dad" stance whenever he wanted to scold him. The formerly-younger man held back his retorts at the idea of the other man disrespecting him. After all, it wasn't his fault that they had ended up like this. No one was going to believe that Alex was his father anyway, given how small and young he looked now. "Are you going to ground me then? Or tell me that I can't leave the house?" he asked with an amused expression on his face as his cockhead pressed up against Alex's torso. "I don't think anyone's going to believe that you're my dad. Isn't it better to just play the parts that we look like?"

Antonio stared at the loose pants that were barely hanging on to Alex's waist, and his eyes lingered a bit longer at the slim size. He could practically pick up his father with one arm now, carrying him as if he were some toy. The intrusive thought lingered even as Antonio took in the tapered V-line that was peeking out just above the baggy clothes.

"You know, when you ask me for stuff, shouldn't you also show respect to me? I mean, you always said that if you wanted things from someone, you have to use the magic word..." Antonio countered as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, making sure to accentuate and flex his newfound muscles. "Besides, it's just the two of us at home. It's not that big of a deal if we're naked for a bit. You don't want to enjoy being younger and youthful just for a day?"

[realbcys]

"Oh ho ho!" Ryan said with a wide smile as his son capitulated with a double bicep flex. "Atta boy!" He got up from his chair, and under the guise of inspecting this new muscle-pose, finally laid a hand on his son. He slid his hand over his boy's flexed arm. Compared to the sluggish way his son was responding, Ryan looked like he was zipping around like an energizer bunny. To a mind slowing down and clouding over, he'd be doing too many things to possibly respond to them all in a reasonable time frame. Which is exactly where he wanted his son. Off-balance. On the back foot. Not in control of the situation.

He slid his hand all the way up to Samuel's shoulder, his fingers slipping under the edge of his shirt to really grip the whole shoulder. "Yea, you're developing real nicely boy."

It was then that he pretended to 'notice' the spill on his shirt. "Oh, did you spill a bit? Sometimes alcohol will do that. You get sluggish, and a little clumsy. Especially if you don't drink often. Here, let me help you clean up a bit." Ryan plucked the glass from his son's hand for a moment, so he wouldn't spill any more of it. He set it aside and then reached down to grab the collar of Samuel's shirt. Seconds later he was pulling it up and off of his boy, ignoring his protests.

"Here let me dry you off a bit," he said, using the very shirt he had just removed as a rag to wipe the spilled alcohol off of his son's collarbone, and the edge of his chin. It let him rub a long, sensuous stroke up his son's throat. He hand was dangerously close to gripping that throat in a chokehold, but he continued on up to his son's mouth. For a brief moment the shirt would cover Samuel's nose and mouth, but not enough to scare him. Then Ryan would wipe away the alcohol and begin traveling back down. Under the guise of cleaning up his son, he let his hand trail down in the crevice between his son's pecs.

"Whoa, look at these abs!" he said in shock surprise. He'd known exactly what his son looked like shirtless. The boy wasn't exactly shy about his body most of the time. He slept shirtless, went on runs all the time. Nothing was new, but Ryan pretended it was. both as an excuse to praise his son, but also to touch him.

Ryan tossed the shirt away, discarding any pretense for his touch. He let his actual fingers slide down his son's chest to his stomach, flattening out his palm against his son's stomach and feeling the way his abs flexed as he breathed. "Amazing," he whispered.

[men-amorphosis]

There was something so satisfying about hearing his father praise him that made Samuel perk up a bit more and comply with the other's words. Even in his half-drunken state, the young man couldn't help but chuckle a bit as he felt his father's hands roaming over his flexed biceps. "...Puttin' in the work..." he slurred as he felt the other man's hands slide up under his shirt towards his shoulders. It was actually quite nice knowing that someone could see the hard work he was putting in towards sculpting his body. Samuel was all the more excited because it was his father who was noticing, making him even more eager to show off for him so he could make Ryan proud.

When his father moved to pull off his shirt, though, there was a small part in the back of Samuel's mind where the young man felt like something was off. He huffed a bit as Ryan tugged off the damp piece of fabric, only mumbling a bit as he tried to protest. Still, he was in no physical condition to really stop it from happening, and he was lying if he said getting the stained shirt off would be helpful. But the young man also wondered if he really needed to be shirtless sitting in their living room.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted, piercing through the hazy fog in his mind. Samuel could feel Ryan's fingers trailing over his abs, causing the young man to squirm a bit and chuckle breathlessly at the touch. "T-Tickles.... dad.... It tickles..." he slurred, his eyes rolling backward at the roaming touches over his sensitive skin. It must have been the alcohol making his chest and abs feel like jolts of electricity were coursing through his veins.

[realbcys]

Alex couldn't believe his eyes. Instead of his son there was a staggeringly large man in his son's bedroom. He'd say in his son's clothing except there wasn't any clothing on him. Just miles of skin and muscle and...holy fuck.

"So you changed too," he said, hearing the boyishly tinny state of his own voice now that he spoke out loud. His deeper baritone was gone, along with several inches of height. If he was 5'6" now he'd count himself lucky. Everything about him had gotten smaller. Twinkier. More youthful.

At Antonio's comment about barging in, Alex just rolled his eyes. "One I'm your father," he said despite the boyish voice and diminshed size, "Two, this seems like the perfect exception to "not barging" in. Look at you!" He gestured at the entirety of his son's new body. Alex's eyes couldn't help but find the half-hard cock slowly uncurling between the legs of what used to be his son. He hadnt taken much time to investigate his own cock, but he knew the familiar weight of it hanging down was missing. Whatever he had definitely wasn't as impressive as what he had before, and even that hadn't been impressive compared to this new cock his son had.

Standing there, pajama pants dangerously loose and hanging just barely on the edges of his new slimmer waist, Alex realized that he was now smaller than his son in every physical way. The towering presence made him swallow heavily. He felt a kind of physical vulnerability that he realized he hadn't lived with in a very long time, if ever. "Something very strange is going on."

[men-amorphosis]

If his father had strolled into his room before he had the chance to wake up and explore himself, there was a chance that Antonio would have been more sheepish and concerned about what was going on. And part of him knew that something was wrong enough to have caused the two of them to undergo such drastic changes. But looking down at his father, with the other man far smaller and shorter than him, the newly-grown man couldn't help but smirk in mild amusement. He made no attempts to cover up his fully nude body, only crossing his arms over his beefy chest to show off his flexed biceps as he stared back down at Alex.

"From where it looks like to me, I don't think anyone would believe you are my father. In fact, I'm pretty sure I look much more like the 'father' now," he snorted as he stepped a bit closer towards the other man. His eyes drifted down towards the smaller frame, with the other's slimmer body barely fitting into the far-too-loose pajama pants. Antonio hummed as he gestured towards Alex's waistband, practically slipping off that skimpy waist. "You couldn't bother putting on something more fitting? Or are you that embarrassed to walk around naked now that you're not really a man?" he hummed teasingly as Antonio's eyes centered in on the rather obvious lack of a bulge pushing up against the crotch area of the pants.

Stepping up close to his father, Antonio stared down at him from his new, towering height. While it was obvious something was going on, the former son didn't know whether he cared too much about figuring it out. He was practically gifted the perfect body and life now; he was like the physical embodiment of a god, and Antonio wasn't ever planning on going back to his old life, where his dad could just boss him around. "I guess so, but are you really going to stand here in front of me and say that you don't like it? I bet you're secretly excited about being young again and having your whole life ahead of you again. In fact... who's to say that you didn't do this on purpose, just so you could steal my youth for yourself?" Antonio mused, his brows narrowing as he pretended to be upset at the possibility of his father doing this of his own volition.

[realbcys]

"Yea that's fine bud," Alex said as the tremors subsided. All the fight had gone out of him with the weird phenomenon. "Just make sure you go to bed at a reasonable time."

Alex ushered them both out of the room, casting a glance back at the strange relic on his table. Something about him felt off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He'd figure it out in the morning. So for the rest of the night he puttered around and did dad things. He went to sleep feeling weirdly heavy, but that didn't stop him from falling asleep...

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The morning came faster than he expected. Alex woke up to the sound of his son's alarm in the other room. This was pretty normal. Alex didn't have school to go to, and mostly worked at home. He sighed, the sound lacking some of its usual rumble. Then he swung his feet off the side of the bed, standing up...

And his pajama pants fell straight to the floor.

"What?" he said, and finally noticed that his voice, while recognizable, didn't sound normal. Then he looked down and saw legs that were thinner and more taut than the aging legs he was used to seeing. The hair were sparse and dark. His skin was glassy smooth. And his pants didn't fit. "What?"

He walked, instead of towards his son's bedroom, in his master bathroom. He flipped on the light and took a single glance in the mirror and knew something was very, very wrong.

In the mirror was a face thirty years younger than it should've been. And not like, his youthful face. This was a different young face. More diminutive than he had been. Slightly bigger lips. Shoulders narrow. "Antonio!!!!?" he called across the house, flinching at how boyish his voice sound. "Antonio!"

He began to walk quickly across the floor clad in nothing but his underwear, bee-lining for his son's room to make sure he was okay.

[men-amorphosis]

Waking up in the morning, Antonio couldn't help but wonder if he was still dreaming. He was pretty sure he was awake far earlier than he would be normally, given that the sun was still rising outside his window and his alarm hadn't yet gone off. But his eyes soon shot open at the feeling of his feet hanging off the bed, and his thick hands brushing against a rather beefy and heavy set of pecs jutting up his torso.

The next few minutes were spent marveling at his changed body, as Antonio tried to make sense of what was happening. As he stared at himself in the mirror, the formerly young man found himself fantasizing about all those sci-fi and fantasy shows he loved watching. He wondered whether this was him being transported several years into the future or being displaced into someone else's body.

Whatever was going on, Antonio was enjoying it. Sure, he was far older than before, but he also never looked this good. He was taller, stronger, and had a chiseled body for days. That and he was pretty certain his cock definitely got a lot larger, both in thickness and length. The newly transformed man was eagerly admiring himself, flexing his newly gained muscles in the full-length mirror in the corner of his bedroom. Antonio certainly understood the rush that came with showing off a muscular body now, and he couldn't help but touch his girthier endowment in a state of boyish arousal and fascination.

He was in the middle of admiring all aspects of his bigger, beefier body when he heard a rather young and boyish voice calling out his name. He was so entranced with his new body that he hadn't even noticed his alarm going off. How long was he flexing his muscles and playing with himself? Antonio glanced over at the door with a raised eyebrow, wondering who was so eager to get his attention this early in the morning. Given that there was only one other person in the house, though... the larger man was greeted by the sight of a young, boy-ish version of his father stumbling into his room.

Antonio couldn't help but marvel at the other's smaller size. With his new height and muscles, he practically towered over Alex. And it was clear that the other man was not having as good a morning as he was. Antonio wondered if his father had been so small and twink-ish growing up, without a lick of body hair on him. But then again, he was sure that even his father's old body couldn't compare to how he was now.

"Looks like someone's finally awake. Took you long enough, although I'm pretty sure I told you to knock before barging in like this," Antonio mused with a small smirk on his lips as he stared down at Alex. He made no effort to cover up his naked body, letting his half-chubbed cock swing between his thick thighs.

[realbcys]

"Disappointed?" Ryan chuffed, "Because you don't like the same alcohol as me? That's like saying I'm disappointed because you have a different pizza order than me." Ryan thought the whole thing a bit of a lark, but he knew that kids had insecurities about such weird things. So he added, "No I'm not disappointed in you about your alcohol preferences."

Ryan drank his own second glass of whiskey, preferring his own choices. But he watched his son carefully, waiting for signs of intoxication. "Yea, tequila's basically meant to go with citrus. Latin America is full of the stuff. So anytime you drink tequila get some citrus handy. Lime, Lemon, or Pineapple. A lot of people do shots and then bit a lime for the same reason." Then he saw it, the boy's hand moving in slow motion up towards his mouth as he sipped against the glass. A soft smile spread over his fingers. "You been working out?" he asked suddenly. He extended his hand holding the glass, pointing at Samuel's curved bicep holding the tequila. "Don't think I haven't noticed those muscles comin in," he split into a wide grin, pride obvious.

[men-amorphosis]

"Yeah but... I want to be like you, Dad..." Samuel mumbled as he felt his tongue feel thicker and slower in his mouth. It was getting harder to think, much less talk properly. His brows knit together as he tried to set the glass down on the table, only huffing as his fingers slipped past the rip into the liquid itself. "...Wanna be... son you proudzof..." The young man continued, his eyelids starting to droop as his body became far more slumped than usual.

Samuel did his best to sit upright, but he couldn't stop himself from sliding a bit lower with his legs spreading apart. He wasn't really following what his dad was saying at this point; his eyes almost glazed over as he managed to swallow up every last drop from the glass. If his dad was going through all the effort to make him a drink and give him something nice to try, he wasn't going to let it go to waste.

The extra effort felt like a Herculean task, though, getting his arm and hands up so he could gulp down the sweet drink. Samuel even spilled some onto his tank top a bit, and the young man rubbed at the wet spot with his free hand. "...'M sorry, dad. Feelin'... real clumzy..." he slurred once more. The question managed to pierce through the haziness in Samuel's mind as he saw the other man pointing at his arms. Grinning lopsidedly, the young man brought his arms up for a big double-bicep flex. "...Tryna be big 'n strong... 'slike you...!"

[realbcys]

Ryan chuffed a little laugh, "It will be," he said. "I know from experience. Everyone goes through a drinking phase. Maybe you're not a whiskey drinker. There's all kinds of things you could drink instead."

To match his son, Ryan downed the rest of his drink, and then almost immediately moved to unbutton some of the clasps on his shirt. "Drinking tends to make me warm, so I like to get more comfortable when I drink." It was the excuse he gave as he unbuttoned more and more buttons until a strip of skin under his shirt was bared from neck to navel. Ryan was no slouch, and muscle stood taut against his skin, albeit older than the tight, smooth body he was sure lay beneath Samuel's clothing. He'd spent a long time, perhaps too much time, imagining that body. Tonight he intended to imagine no longer.

"I'll grab us some tequila to try instead. Really nice tequila is smooth and rich. I bet you'll like it more." Ryan knew he would, since he didn't need to add anything more to the clearer liquid. Although he'd grind up a couple of pills intended to make his son horny and pliant, adding them to the drink and covering it with a bit of pineapple juice.

"Here, try that," his father said, "We'll find something to like before the end of tonight."

[men-amorphosis]

Samuel rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, only laughing softly in turn. "Ahh... you sure you aren't disappointed in me for not being a whiskey drinker like you?" he said with a small smile as he felt this thick, syrupy feeling start to fog over his mind. The young man knew that alcohol could definitely have some strong effects and impair judgment, but he didn't know it felt so strongly like this.

The young man watched idly as his father unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes taking in the fit and muscular form of his father. It was clear that Samuel got his good genetics and handsome visage from Ryan, and his dad definitely was someone who people had their eyes on around town. It didn't help that so many of Samuel's teachers had talked to him about getting his father's number, although he was sure they all did their best to get Ryan to notice them when it came to parent-teacher conferences.

Turning his head to the side as to not stare at his dad's body, Samuel watched as the older man stepped away to make another drink for him with tequila. The offered drink in turn wasn't as strong-smelling as the first, and had a more aromatic, sweet smell of pineapple. Taking a small sip, the young man's grimaced expression lightened a bit in surprise. "O-Oh... this one... tastes better, I think. It's sweeter. You put pineapple in this?" he asked as he took another sip. It was strange, though; his arms felt sluggish and slow, like he had to mentally tell his brain to move his hand up.

[realbcys]

"You think so small," Alex said at his son's shallow reasoning. "You think being grown up is about being free of people telling you what to do?" Alex scoffed, "You have more responsibilities than ever, and less time to get them done." Alex's fingers tapped the strange relic on the table as he spoke, "So yes, I wish we could swap lives. I'd do it in a heartbeat."

There was a zap against Alex's finger like a static electric shock. He jerked his hand away from the relic, and then the ground rumbled. Alex looked around, expecting an earthquake. California didn't get a huge amount of them, but it wasn't impossible. The walls shook and Alex had to hastily get up to catch a couple items threatening to fall from the shelves. One arm even instinctively wrapped around his son's waist, holding him steady on the edge of the desk. Another electric shock zapped Alex as he touched a bit of his son's skin. This time Alex didn't pull away.

The tremors lasted for maybe ten seconds before subsiding, and Alex breathed a sigh of relief. "That was weird," he said, shaking his head and returning items to the shelf. "You okay?" he spoke with concern, but the tremor wasn't bad to begin with.

Neither of them knew what they had triggered with their hasty wishes, and the real effects wouldn't settle in until they both went to sleep...

[men-amorphosis]

Antonio was hardly paying attention to what his dad was saying, rolling his eyes as he listened to the other rant about wishing they could swap lives. It was annoying having to deal with his dad's fantasies about living his former glory days. But Antonio didn't want to end up being all stuffy like Alex. He wanted to live his life and do whatever he wanted. If he were older, at least his dad wouldn't be able to tell him what to do anymore.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sudden rumbling that came from the ground. The younger man yelped in surprise as books started to fall from the shelves. He clung to the edge of the desk as the items rattled off of it, only gasping as he felt his dad wrap an arm around his waist. There was a sharp shock that zapped him the moment his father touched him, although that was the least of Antonio's worries as another few items clattered off the shelves. It wasn't until the earthquake subsided and the objects stopped moving around did the young man shakily slide off the desk.

"Y-Yeah... That was... scary..." he mumbled as he nodded stiffly at his dad. Bending down to help pick up a few papers and pens that spilled off the desk, Alex placed them back on in best of an arrangement as he could manage. He hadn't expected an earthquake or something like this, and the surprise certainly jolted Antonio.

"...I'll go tomorrow, okay? Can I just... chill in my room until dinner or something?" the young man mumbled as he rubbed at his arms. He wasn't really wanting to endure a second half of his dad's lectures, and after being spooked by the tremors, Antonio wanted to just lay in bed and think about anything else.

[realbcys]

Ryan snorted a quick sound at the way Samuel reacted to the alcohol. "Well, I at least know you've been a good boy and avoided alcohol thus far." He reclined back in his chair, held his glass up to swirl it, then took a second sip. He let out a relieved "Ahhhhh" as he savored the flavor. He really did bring out an excellent bottle from his special collection.

"Many people call it an acquired taste," he spoke a little judgmentally, "But I think that only truly refined palettes can tell the difference between good liquor and swill from the well. We'll work on yours sure enough." It wasn't an unusual thing for a father to say to a son who was growing up. It could mean tomorrow or next year. Samuel had no idea how soon his training would begin.

"Drink more. Try to taste the oaky, earthy flavor of the barrel." The command came with an expectant stare. "Real whiskey is stored in wooden barrels, and you can add flavors to that wood in order to change the flavor of the whiskey. Cheap stuff is stored in metal tanks, and you can taste that, too." Ryan needed his son to drink the whole glass, just to be safe. So he'd hide his intentions behind a lesson on drinking, since his son seemed more or less clueless about how to drink whiskey.

[men-amorphosis]

Wincing as he eyed the glass with his father's whiskey, Samuel did his best to hide his grimace. He didn't want to seem ungrateful for the gift, after all. And knowing that his dad pulled out the nice, expensive stuff for him as a going-away gift made the young man all the more grateful. "If this is how alcohol tastes, I don't know how anyone drinks," the young man groaned softly. He did his best to follow his father's actions though, bringing the glass up and tilting down the rest of the contents into his throat.

Samuel wanted to made his dad proud, hoping that he could grow into someone who could appreciate and savor the finer things with a refined palette like the older man. With the last few drops of whiskey sliding out of the glass, the young man set it down on the table. A small wince lingered as he swallowed it all down in one gulp, hissing at the slight burn and bitter taste that filled his mouth. "Guhh... I dunno if I tasted any of that," he groaned as he shifted his gaze back to look at his father. "But I'm glad I got to share a drink with you, even if it isn't really my thing," he said with a wide smile on his lips. Samuel could feel his head swim a bit as he stared at the older man, his brows furrowing as he wondered if this was how people normally felt after drinking.

[realbcys]

"Yes, you still have to go to school, Antonio," Alex said with a hint of disdain for the question. "I know you feel like an adult. You think you've got this whole living thing figured out, but you're not grown yet. You need to listen to people who know a thing or two." Alex looked up from his work at his son. Petulant, even now. He tried to tell him he was 'just a kid' but he was 18. Technically an adult, although anyone who has lived any amount of life knew 18 was still basically a baby. They made impulsive decisions, were dominated by hormones, and didn't know anything about life. Alex tapped a finger on the metal box on his desk without even thinking about it as he appraised his son. "When you've grown up you'll understand. These days where everything seems like it means nothing? Those are the best days. Go to school. Be with your friends. Make some memories. Because no matter how much you all promise you'll stick together...you won't. So enjoy these days while you can." He sighed, "Or do you just wanna skip it all and be my age? Grow up in a blink? That what you really want?"

[men-amorphosis]

"Dad! Seriously? We're not even doing anything. If you want me to learn stuff, then I could just come to work with you instead. I bet I'd learn way more than watching Moana for like the fifth time in my classes," Antonio groaned as he leaned against the front of his father's desk. Even if he knew he was being a bit whiny and petulant, the young man didn't understand why he had to care about school at this point. Surely his father also skipped out on classes when he was younger! And it wasn't like there was anything left besides wait to graduate.

"If I didn't know any better, it sounds like you miss being young," Antonio said teasingly as he carefully sat up on the corner of Alex's desk. "Honestly, it'd be kinda nice being all grown up. I can do whatever I want, and you couldn't tell me what I had to do anymore," he teased as he wiggled his brows at his father. While he knew he wasn't getting out of the 'skipping school' conversation, Antonio figured he could at least have some fun at tease his dad for a bit before they went back to talking about serious things. "If you could, wouldn't you want that? Swapping lives with me, getting to relive your youth again. I could take care of all the adult stuff while you skip out on school and hangout with friends and all that," he hummed. It was just an idle fantasy after all; nothing would come of them thinking about it.

[filterbroken]

Preston had done his best to repress these feelings. To start, at least. He wasn't exactly sure when the attraction to his older brother had begun, but the two had always been inseparable. Between that and losing his brother's attention to Christian's boyfriend, Shawn, Preston had only recently realized his true feeling. Preston wasn't an idiot, though. He understood that these feeling weren't normal - that they were wrong and he couldn't act on them. Or at least that was what he attempted to tell himself. But the more and more Preston watched Christian be stolen away by Shawn, the more the delusion of repression faded and the more action Preston began to take.

It'd started off subtle - at least in Preston's opinion. Consistently interrupting Christian's date night with Shawn. Sliding between them on the couch or joining them for dinner. He knew it got under Shawn's skin and while Christian seemed annoyed, Preston had convinced himself that Christian still enjoyed spending time with his baby brother, even when he was interrupting. That was when Preston started taking it to the next level. Wearing crop tops and booty shorts had become a regular occurrence while Christian was around. And he'd even resorted to stealing Shawn's clothing subtly, almost as if to prove to Christian how much better he looked in it than Shawn. Perhaps he was too confident, but he would've bet money on the fact that Christian would have agreed. And potentially more naughty than that - Preston found himself with his brother's dirty jock straps or boxer briefs on his face while he fingered himself to completion nearly nightly at this point.

When Preston learned that Shawn was leaving town - by airplane, at that - he knew he'd have ample time with his brother. Ample time to push him further and further to exactly where he wanted him to be. On top of him, breeding the fuck out of his baby brother while his boyfriend was none the wiser. Pushing Christian to that would be tricky, he was sure. But he certainly was going to give it his best attempt. With the slutty outfit clinging to his tight little body, he gave his brother a hug that undoubtably lasted too long. "What are you even talking about? Shawn sucks, yes. But of course I want to spend time with you. It's all I ever want to do," Preston responded, shaking his head. "Of course, I'm better than him. I know you better than him. You have more fun with me. I'm fucking hotter than him, smarter than him. And you know it too!" Any facade that was left on Preston liking Shawn was out the window, but Christian needed to know how he felt.

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It wasn't lost of Christian how much Preston got in the way of his relationship. In fact, that was the case with any of his relationships, but the older brother could really see how much effort the younger man was putting into cutting him off from Shawn. It was exhausting, what with Preston always showing up whenever they were trying to have a date night, slipping his way to position himself between the two of them, or even stealing Shawn's clothes. The last bit Christian wasn't even sure he believed himself until he caught sight of Preston wearing a particular crop top of his boyfriend's that was his favorite. It was what Shawn was wearing when he first met him, after all. But on Preston, it was even tighter and skimpier, as if his younger brother was trying to show it off.

His annoyance and frustration was finally coming to a head once he started to get into it with his brother. Christian was ready to have a full blown argument, to really get into what his younger brother's big problem was, but he was caught off guard by the other's admission of wanting to spend time with him. The older brother narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh yeah? Sure doesn't seem like it to me," he grumbled in protest about Preston wanting to spend time with him. Christian's eyes shifted towards the other man, a brow raising at his statements. "What makes you think that? Just cause you've been stealing his clothes, trying to dress up like him? That's what makes you think you're better than him?" he shot back. "And what makes you think you know me better than him? Do you even know all the things Shawn and I get up to?"

[realbcys]

@men-amorphosis got a plotted starter!

Alex was deep in thought as he examined the artifact. It'd been sent to him by a colleague with a weird note that made no sense. "Transliteration. Give Take Self Change. What does that even mean?"

They had been trying to determine its use, to no avail. It was definitely starting to bug him, so he'd asked his colleague to send the thing over for him to study. Perhaps what it was made of or something in its construction would give away its purpose.

It seemed to be a rectangle with two hollow impressions on either side. They didn't connect in the middle. It was gilded, made of gold and other metals. Maybe it was used in rituals? Alex had no idea.

He would've examined it forever if his son hadn't strolled past his office door. "Oh! Antonio!" he called from his office. "Come here please." The tone of his voice indicated that perhaps he wasn't entirely pleased with his son.

When his son finally appeared, Alex's voice was stern. "You wanna tell me why you've been skipping school lately? I got a call from your english teacher."

[men-amorphosis]

Antonio was hoping he could just sneak upstairs into his room without his father noticing him. At least, that was the plan. He knew playing hooky wasn't going to earn him any brownie points, but it was the last couple of weeks before he was off to college anyways. What did it matter if he stuck around in his classes anyways? But apparently, it wasn't enough for his ever-so-perfect dad, and Antonio knew as much the moment he heard his name being called out in that stern tone of disappointment.

Letting out a long sigh, the young man sulked as he stepped into his father's office. His eyes were cast down to the ground, doing anything but to look at Alex in the eyes. He shuffled his feet together, only shrugging his shoulders after a moment. "C'mon, it's not like I was doing anything wrong! And I wasn't the only one either. We already finished exams, and I got into college. Do I seriously have to still go to school? It's like a glorified babysitting service at this point, and school's out in a few weeks!" Antonio protested, although he knew that this was only going to earn him a few more rounds of scolding.

[realbcys]

@men-amorphosis got a plotted starter!

Ryan looked down at the two glasses in his hands, taking a deep breath. This was happening. He was going through with it. Ryan grabbed the bottle of whiskey on the counter. A rare Four Roses vintage, with a very complex flavor profile. Ryan only brought it out for special occasions, and tonight he poured two glasses of it over freshly frozen whiskey stones. Then, very carefully, he grabbed a stopper of translucent liquid and poured the contents into one of the glasses. He swirled the whiskey around to mix it in. You couldn't even see it once he was done.

He gave his own glass a splash more whiskey just so the cups had even amounts.

"I thought, what with this being the beginning of your next chapter tonight, I'd let you have a taste of the good stuff. None of that keg-beer swill you got in college." Ryan handed his son the glass with a little 'something extra' and then sat in his recliner. The TV was off. It was just the two of them right now. "I want you to know I'm proud of you. College graduate. Beautiful young man. I couldn't ask for much more in a son." He lifted his glass and took a big sip of the whiskey.

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It was one of the last few nights Samuel was going to spend with his dad, at least for the next couple of years. The young man was super excited to be heading off to college, although he was definitely going to miss his father being around as a constant figure in his life. As difficult as it was being just the two of them, Samuel also knew that college was going to be a fresh new start for him. He'd still come back for the holidays and breaks to see his dad though; the young man was sure of it.

They had just spent the night watching some B-side movie and eating pizza together, one of their age-old traditions whenever one of them was feeling sad. And Samuel could definitely see how bummed his dad was about him leaving, but he figured it would only be a matter of time before his dad got used to having an empty nest now. His eyes had perked up at the mention of Ryan having a gift for him though, and the young man waited with anticipation until his eyes fell on the two glasses of whiskey. His eyes flicked up at his father with a mixture of surprise and excitement.

"Oh, whoa... seriously dad? You only save this stuff for when guests are over..." he murmured as he took the offered glass. Raising it up towards the other man, Samuel carefully brought it up to his lips and took a sip. The young man winced at the taste though, immediately bringing it away from his lips after a couple of sips. "Eurgh, although I can see why. I appreciate the gift but I dunno if alcohol's for me," he groaned as he eyed the brown liquid carefully.

[men-amorphosis]

closed starter for @filterbroken Archie and Hiram

There were some days where Archie didn't even know why he bothered with Veronica. Sure, she was hot and all, but sometimes his girlfriend could be such a bother. Of course, everyone saw them as the power couple of Riverdale, both making their way to become one of the more established and powerful duos the town had ever seen. But Archie wasn't really in love with her, despite the act that he put on. It was just easy to get what he wanted when he wanted with her, and if he ended up marrying her, he would have access to all the wealth that came with the Lodges. Still, it meant having to pretend, even when she went off on her boring tirades about him becoming better acquainted with her family.

It was some asinine plan, having a "boys week" with her father while she and her mom left town. Archie knew it was an excuse for her to travel to New York and have another frivolous shopping spree, but he didn't see why he had to entertain Hiram. At least, that was what the jock thought until he caught some more fleeting glances from the older man. And suddenly, the red-head figured this week wouldn't be too bad. Especially if Hiram had more interest in him than his daughter.

Since he was crashing at the Lodge's manor, Archie quickly made himself at home. Hiram didn't seem to mind, although the younger man figured there was a reason behind it. So he decided to test his limits, making himself comfortable in the older man's seat in his private office. The jock had just finished a tough and sweaty workout, and instead of opting to shower, he let himself lounge about in the older man's chair with his bare feet propped up on the desk. Archie helped himself to a glass of Hiram's most expensive scotch, sipping from the crystal glass idly as he made eye-contact with the older man when he stepped into the room.

"Ah, I see you've been keeping the good alcohol from me. That's a shame; I thought I was a guest here. Were you trying to keep all the good things from me?" Archie mused with a smirk as he gestured for Hiram to come closer. "Hope you don't mind. Made myself comfortable here. I probably should've showered, but then I thought I'd rather see that look on your face first before I cleaned up."

[men-amorphosis]

closed starter for @filterbroken Archie and Kevin

It was no secret to Archie the way Kevin stole glances at him whenever he got the chance. He wasn't sure if the other man was oblivious to how obvious he was thirsting after the former jock, but Archie was pretty sure he could get Kevin to do anything for him if he wanted. Of course, it was nothing he could do in public, given his status as the "golden boy" of Riverdale. No, the former football captain had to play things slow. He knew he was hot, probably the best looking guy in town. He had the body, the muscles, the face, and the thick cock to go with it. But no one liked a cocky, alpha man; at least, not in public anyways.

So while he continued to play the part of the perfect all-American young man who could do no wrong, Archie decided to let Kevin get a taste of his true self. After all, if the other man was going to be so obvious about his crush and so slutty for anything the jock said, then why shouldn't Archie take advantage of it? It was nothing more than a warm, fresh hole to use, and since he couldn't sleep with anyone and everyone that he wanted to keep up appearances, a local boy toy who knew how to keep a secret would be good enough.

The red-headed man had invited Kevin out for a "group camping session" out in the woods, far from town. He had told the other man that there were going to be more of his friends coming, but at the last minute they had all bailed. Of course, Archie was sure that it was a perfect scenario for Kevin, and the slut was probably dripping at the idea of a one-on-one sweaty weekend in the woods with the jock. As for Archie, it was perfect. He would have someone eager to lap up all his sweat and musk and clean him in ways his girlfriend wouldn't even dream of indulging. If he played his cards right, Kevin could be his little side piece to use whenever he pleased.

After they had made their way deep into the woods and set up a modest campsite (one tent for the two of them to share), Archie set up one of the lawn chairs by the firepit, man-spreading his legs to show off his rather hefty and prominent bulge. "Fuck yeah, we're finally done," he groaned as he shrugged off his leather jacket, showing off his sweaty armpits staining his tight T-shirt. A glimmer flickered in his eyes as the jock decided to drop the whole "good boy" act. "So, should we get the actual party started? I know what you've been eyeing this whole time, you fuckin' slut. God, and to think I had to put up with you all this time. Your cunt better be worth me wasting my time on."

[filterbroken]

closed starter for @men-amorphosis // preston for christian !

For Preston, it had all become intentional. His slutty clothing, the ‘accidental’ interruptions. Not at first, though. Christian and Preston had always been close growing up - but more recently, their relationship had grown tense. From an outsider’s perspective it was just a matter of the brother’s growing up and going separate ways. Christian being more athletic and popular while Preston spent time with music and academics. But from Preston’s perspective, it all started with his brother’s boyfriend - Shawn, who by all accounts was taking Christian away from him at every opportunity. Was Preston being unreasonable? Maybe. But Preston’s jealousy seemed to be all consuming at this point. Just about everything Shawn did annoyed him - in turn making him frustrate with Christian.

The truth was that there was deeper rooted feeling at play. Feeling a little brother should probably never have for his big brother. Feeling that had Preston reaching between his legs and playing with his bare cunt thinking about what his brother could do to him. Ever since Preston had been on the cheer team for his brother’s sporting events, he’d longed for that sweaty, muscular body to be pressed against his. The things he was sure his brother could do with his fingers - his mouth - his cock. It was enough to have Preston squirting all over his little body. And it drove him insane that Shawn of all people was the one who got to reap the benefits of Christian’s many undeniable talents. The feelings were beyond fucked up - and Preston knew it. But he couldn’t help but consider that Christian must’ve felt the pent up sexual tension between the two of them. That, if given the right opportunity and a push, he’d take what had always been his.

That was where all the slutty crop tops and booty shorts came from. Preston began interrupting dates or pouting when Christian returned him. And to Preston, it was working. Their fights were escalating and Preston desperately wanted to believe that it was only a question of time until the dam broke and he had his big brother stuffing his cunt full of his potent nut behind his boyfriend’s back. “Late again. You said we’re going to be home in time to play games before bed,” Preston scoffed, crossing his arms. “You’re with him all the fucking time,” Preston’s voice dripped with jealousy, standing in a white crop top showing off his toned stomach while the black booty shorts left little to the imagination. ”I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you waste your time with that fucking loser.” Preston’s feeling about Shawn were well known - even if Christian hated hearing it.

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Christian couldn't really tell where their falling out had begun. He had always been close with his younger brother since they were kids, and even when they started developing different interests, he would always make sure he was available for Preston to come and talk to him about whatever troubles he might have had. But of course, it wasn't as if things could stay like this forever. And when he started dating Shawn, it felt like something was strained between the two brothers.

For one thing, Preston seemed to rarely let Christian and Shawn have time alone together whenever he could. Even when he pulled his younger brother aside to talk to him about boundaries and such, Preston was there the next night to interrupt date night or a movie date. And even worse, his brother started to dress in rather revealing clothes. It wasn't like Christian hadn't seen him undressed before, but for whatever reason, it seemed to be the skimpiest, most skin-revealing outfits his brother could find. Even worse, Christian was almost positive his brother was stealing clothes from Shawn's wardrobe, as if to prove how much better dressed he was in them. But neither of them was able to prove it beyond both partners finding missing clothes from their drawers. For Shawn, it was his crop tops and skin-tight booty shorts. For Christian, it was his jockstraps after he came back from the gym.

Their tension had started to turn into full blown fights, and it had reached a point where the older brother had enough. He had invited Preston over to their apartment for a talk under the guise of playing some video games, but Christian was running late after dropping Shawn off at the airport. With his boyfriend out of town for the weekend visiting family, it would give him ample opportunity to hash things out with his brother. Or at least, that was what Christian thought. But instead, he was greeted with the rather scandalous outfit his brother was putting on full display and another set of biting words about his boyfriend.

"You know what, Preston? He's my boyfriend. I'm supposed to spend time with him, because I like him. What's your problem, dude? You don't like Shawn, and I'm starting to think you don't like spending time with me," Christian said with an accusatory tone. "What's so bad about him? What, you think you're better than him or something?"

[mysteryincboys]

It wasn’t very often that the gang went out of town. Usually, they all went as a group, but Fred and Shaggy decided to hang back. Someone had to hold it down with Fred. Just to be on the safe side of it all, and not to mention, the tall lanky guy didn’t feel like going into some creepy old house. Why would he when he could stay back here? It was about time these two spent some quality time together anyways. It was also nice to let the others figure out their next move. Hell, half the time Shaggy was just hanging around as Fred made most of the decisions with the others. 

Most of the time he didn’t fully know his place in the gang, but that didn’t stop him from hanging around. Tonight though, he was more interested in figuring out his dynamic with Fred alone. There wasn’t many times he could count that they’d even had some bonding time. It was needed, and maybe, it would help him feel a bit more at ease about his position here. As he sat shotgun in the car, he grinned as he took the bag of weed into his hands. “This will make tonight a true party.” He chuckled. He loved getting others to join him in smoking and drinking. It helped loosen people up, keep things fun. 

His shaggy hair fell into his eyes as he eyed the bag of green. It had a slight unusual coloring to it. Something about it enchanted him, called to him. It was almost too tempting not to roll or stuff into a bong right away. The way this new strain was hyped up made him wonder exactly what they’d be feeling tonight. 

“I couldn’t even tell ya, man.” The stoner looked up from the bag and smiled over at the blonde. “The night is still early..” He shook the bag with a soft laugh. “Mischief still could happen.” As he heard the bottles pop, he sat on the side of the couch closest to Fred. He reached out and took the beer and smirked before taking a sip. It felt nice to just be here. “Girlfriend?” He shot out as he reached into a backpack and pulled out all of his smoking utensils. “I haven’t really thought about it. Just been trying to figure things out.” The boy tried to play it off as he was called out. “And who said I’m into only women?” A small chuckle seeped out as he began rolling a joint. He popped open the baggie and poured some of the strain onto a rolling plate. “Didn’t know you were so interested in my dating habits..” He teased as he looked over at him as he finished rolling the blunt.

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Shifting in his seat as Shaggy sat down on the couch closest to him, Fred turned his body so that he was properly facing the other man. His back was pushed up against one of the armrests, and his legs were dangling over the other side. "Oh yeah? What sort of mischief are you thinkin'?" he mused with a small grin lingering on his lips. Leave it to the two of them to get into something fun when they were alone. It was just like Fred remembered.

He watched as his friend made quick work of the newly purchased weed, admiring the way Shaggy rolled it up into a neatly wrapped joint. Fred hummed as he took another swig from his beer bottle. "You know, I've never really smoked before. What's it feel like?" he asked curiously. There wasn't any particular reason he didn't smoke himself. Fred just never found the chance to do so. The gang seemed to rely on him to make decisions and lead them towards their next case, so the blonde man didn't have the chance to just sit back and relax and take his mind off things. At least, not until tonight.

"Oh? So there's a guy you've got your eyes set on then?" Fred said with a raised brow as he continued with his questions. "Hey, I'd be a bad friend if I didn't know about the people you were into. So, who's the lucky gal or guy? Are we ever gonna meet them?" he hummed as he pretended to be nonchalant about it. There was a slight twinge as he tried to imagine Shaggy with someone else. Perhaps it was just the early showings of the symptoms of the gang splitting apart. They weren't always going to stay together forever, were they?