Cole grunted while pushing up the bar one last time, finishing a set of heavy bench presses, and sat up. Just as he was about to grab his protein shake, he stopped in his track, distracted, and nudged his buddy.
"Hey, Diego. Twelve o'clock. Would you look at that?"
The other man, a Latino called Diego, couldn't help but look in the indicated direction and immediately regretted it. A curvy woman with brunette hair was doing squats, stretching her yoga pants in a way that would make every man look twice. Well, at least every straight man, like Cole, who used every chance to demonstrate just how straight he was. Not so Diego. He was gay, but he knew better than to tell Cole, as this would serve nothing but trouble.
"Damn, look at that ass," Cole announced loudly, making sure both the woman in question, as well as half the gym, could hear him.
"I bet she's much rather bounce on my fat cock than on that mat. I bet she's a moaner."
The anger inside Diego grew. This was hardly the first time, and Cole became less and less bearable lately. His hand clutched the small plastic bag in his pocket, but he restrained himself.
"Cole, what the fuck? At least keep it down. Show some respect!" he hissed.
"Respect? For bitches? Diego, what's wrong with you, bro? Hey!"
The last shout wasn't directed at his friend but at the agitated woman, who walked away with a red head.
"Wrong way, bitch! It's this way to get dicked down in dicktown!"
She quickly scurried away, and Cole laughed.
"Look at that! I love it when they run!"
That was the final straw. Diego used to like Cole, but lately, he had been nothing but an asshole, a misogynist and a homophobe. He took the little plastic bag out of his pocket, and, when his friend was looking away, emptied the powder into his shaker. Perhaps this would teach him a lesson.
Shaking his head, Cole took a deep gulp from his protein shake, not noticing how the sparkly pink powder dissolved in the milky liquid and burped loudly afterwards.
"Anyway. Next set. Spot me, bro, will you?"
He began working the bench again, and Diego smiled.
"Sure thing, bro. You're such a good boy after all."
The trigger phrase took just a few seconds to take effect. All of a sudden, in mid-lift, Cole's face turned red, and his expression changed to a pained, labored one.
"What the fuck, man? Did you increase the weight?"
His voice was strained, and it was clear he was having trouble keeping the bar steady. Diego checked the weights and smirked.
"Hmm. No, they are the same as you always lift."
Cole growled, and the veins on his neck were standing out.
"The fuck, man. I can't hold it! Help me!"
Slowly, the bar sank down towards Cole's bare chest - he had stopped wearing shirts in the gym a few weeks ago to show off his muscular hairy torso to the ladies - and Diego could see panic setting in. He waited until the last moment, when the cold metal had already grazed the other man's chest before he leaned over to help lift it up again, lingering longer than necessary leaned over his friend.
Cole didn't understand what was happening. This couldn't be the same weight as always, it had to be at least double that amount. It didn't help that he had to be rescued by Diego like that, and the natural sweaty musk of the Latino filled his nose. Entirely involuntarily, he felt his cock twitch in his shorts and hoped that Diego didn't see it - which was unlikely, since Cole was, of course, very well endowed.
As a matter of fact, though, Diego was focused on other things. The powder did its job remarkably well, if you knew what to look for. Already, Cole's bulky frame seemed just a bit thinner, and his chest hair, pride of his gym life, was a bit thinner. Diego grinned when Cole couldn't see it. This was going to get good.
"Do you want me to reduce the weights for you?" he asked innocently.
"What? No way! I got this, just have to change my grip."
"Suit yourself! You got this, good boy!"
Cole gritted his teeth and pushed against the metal bar again, trying with all his strength to lift it up, to restore his manly honor. But it was no use, and the bar wouldn't even move, as more changes set in.
"Fuck! There's no way this IS..."
He stopped immediately as his voice cracked.
What came out of his mouth now was not his voice. It was at least one octave higher than it was supposed to be. How embarrassing was that?
"What the fuck?!" He tried to lower his voice to a rumble, but what was coming out now sounded more like Mickey Mouse with a cold than his usual manly voice.
Meanwhile, the changes in his body were proceeding as well. His proudest feature - his thick mat of chest hair - was receding rapidly. Within seconds, it vanished completely, leaving him smooth as a baby seal.
Diego tried very hard not to laugh out loud now and gave Cole a few moments to take it in as the changes came to a halt. Then, he couldn't help himself anymore.
"Hey, did you shave? Looks good, boy!"
"Shut... Shut the fuck up!"
Cole's head was burning, and he needed to get out, get a grip on what was happening.
He got up and felt a rush of vertigo. His body felt wrong somehow, but he pretended nothing was wrong and steered towards the men's room door. But apparently, Diego wouldn't let him get away that easily.
"Good call. I got to take a leak, too."
Cole couldn't say much against that and so he ended up at one of the urinals, with Diego right next to him, although there were only a few other guys in the room, and a lot of free spots.
With no hesitation, Diego whipped out his ample dick and aimed it at the bowl, starting with a trickle, as if deliberately taking it slow.
Cole gulped and nestled with his gym shorts, not sure why he was stealing glances at Diego's dick next to him. When he finally managed to get his own tool out, though, his blood froze.
His dick was... Small. Even though his groin was mysteriously as hairless as his chest now, it didn't help to measure up the dick attached, which was not tiny, but considerably smaller than what Cole was used to. Probably even below the male average now. But as bad as this was, it wasn't even the worst thing.
He was hard. He had not noticed because his cock was so small now, but he was sporting a boner. Right here, in the men's room, at the urinals. And the sight of Diego's large meat didn't help to get rid of it, either. Cole understood nothing anymore, and this was quickly turning out to be the worst day of his life. He just stood there, staring at the boner in his hand, neither able to piss nor comprehend.
"What's the matter, Cole? Why are you not pissing?"
Diego looked over shamelessly, bursting into laughter at the sight.
"Wow, is that all you're packing, good boy? I guess 'little Coco' is not half as big as you always say, right, Coco? And is that a fucking boner? Jesus, you sick pup, getting wood in the toilet?"
Cole's head was swimming. Diego hadn't talked loudly, so the other men in the bathroom had not heard, but that made it only marginally better. This was fucking humiliating! Panicking, he backed away into a stall, his whole body shaking as he locked the door and let himself fall against the wall.
What was wrong with him? Was this some kind of sickness? Was he hallucinating? He closed his eyes and tried to breathe, willing his erection down while more changes washed over him. While his body was shrinking and getting weaker, bulging biceps shrinking away into thin twig-like and his hair was getting lighter, a bit longer and considerably better styled. But his body wasn't the only thing changing. As much as he tried, he just couldn't get Diego out of his mind, and his small cock twitched with need. Unable to resist, his hand went into his shorts, taking his needy cock out and starting to rub it between two fingers. A low moan escaped his throat and almost without his doing, his other hand went to unlock the stall door, opening it just a small gap. He had to see Diego, and his cock, as much as he was ashamed about it, so he peeked out of the crack. The Latino was still standing at the urinal, unapologetically holding his slab of meat, directing his manly stream into the dirty gym bathroom equipment.
Everything about the picture was just so... Hot. He shouldn't feel this way about Diego, or any guy, but fuck. His chest hair. His pit hair. His musk. The sound of his piss hitting the bowl. His dick! Oh, his magnificent big dick! As Diego's stream ended and he shook off the last drops, Cole was beyond control. He closed his eyes and jerked furiously, unable to stop himself from moaning so loudly the entire room could hear it.
Just as he crossed the edge, his stall door was ripped open, suddenly exposing him to a grinning Diego and all the other guys in the room.
Cole wanted to die from shame, but Coco couldn't help himself. With an almost girly moan, a few sorry spurts of watery cum erupted from his tiny dick, coating his hand and sending a few drops flying over onto Diego's manly tights.
Cruel laughter erupted, and Coco felt helpless tears well up in his eyes as Diego's voice captured his attention.
"Well, well, well. Look who's jerking off in the bathroom stall, ogling real men. What a show, right, gentlemen?"
He waited a moment for more laughter at Coco's expense, then continued,
"But look at that. You hit me with your pathetic jizz. Is that how a good boy is supposed to behave?"
Coco shook his head meekly and hated himself for it, as the next changes set in. His ass was swelling in his gym shorts that changed color to a hot pink tone, hugging his lean frame tightly now.
"Thought so. Come with me."
His first impulse was to comply, but he resisted, not giving in just yet. But the next thing he felt was Diego's large hand effortlessly grabbing his neck and dragging him out of the stall.
He tried to resist, but his body was weak and pathetic, not having nearly enough strength to escape the grip, and his will was weak, too. A part of him didn't want to resist. He wanted this, to be humiliated, to be dragged out like that, to be shown his place. And this part was getting stronger and stronger just as his face was changing. It was becoming more effeminate, his jawline shrinking away, his nose becoming smaller, his lips fuller. His tongue was flicking out over those lips unconsciously, like a dog's.
Diego didn't stop until they were in the middle of the crowded locker room, in full view of all the half-naked men changing. Then he grabbed Coco's blond hair and pushed him to his knees in front of him.
"Clean up your mess. With your tongue."
It wasn't a question or a suggestion. It was a command, plain and simple, and the last parts of Cole tried to resist. But once Diego unceremoniously pushed Coco's face into his thighs, he couldn't stop himself from sticking out his tongue, lapping at the sweaty surface sprinkled with his own pathetic cum, only able to think about how good Diego's sweat tasted.
"Look at that bitch. Such a good boy. I bet he wants a reward, right? It's okay. Go for it."
Coco wanted to protest, to shout, to scream, to do anything, really, but he didn't. He was still lapping at Diego's thigh, cleaning him and getting high from his musk and sweat, and he could only nod weakly.
There, mere centimeters from his face, was what Diego was referring to, what Coco needed, like a drug. Diego's crotch, the enormous bulge that was his cock, and his full balls. There was no resisting. He dived in, lapping at the fabric-covered balls, then moving higher to the cock itself, not daring to remove it from the shorts. Without a word, Diego grabbed Coco's blond hair again, pulled out his cock and shoved him onto it.
Coco would have given much to not be so needy, but here he was, moaning loudly in front of all the guys he used to rival with. He was well aware that multiple phone cameras were recording the scene, but when the tip of Diego's cock entered his mouth, traces of piss still clinging to it, all he could think about was the taste, the sensation of a big fat cock down his throat.
Diego smirked, seeing his former friend reduced to a cock sucking twink — his bitch, entirely — and grabbed his hair to move him around like a toy, as the last changes settled, completing the transformation. Coco's face was cute, his lips puffy and full now, his body lithe and elegant, without any trace of body hair. His greedy throat was ready for deep throating any length, and his ass was full and round, promising yet another needy hole to get stuffed. Coco's cock had been reduced to a tiny nub, making him entirely dependent on real men for his pleasure.
"That's right, bitch. Keep sucking that dick. Who knows, if you're a good boy, maybe once I'm through with you, these other fine gentlemen will have their way with your filthy holes as well."
The trigger phrase had lost its power, but the prospect of becoming the locker room whore was more than enough for Coco to double his efforts.
All around him, every single man was already pulling out their cocks in anticipation, not wanting to miss the opportunity to put the twink who used to be obnoxious Cole in his place. And even though Cole was still in there and hated every second, Coco couldn't wait to be of service.
A tf going the opposite direction for once. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
