This story was requested by @musclejedi-tameem, thanks for the idea!
The desert air of Arabia had always hummed with a frequency Evan couldn’t quite name—a raw, heavy masculinity that made his own pulse quicken. As he wandered the sun-drenched streets, Evan felt like a ghost among giants. He looked down at his own pale, hairless arms, the soft curve of "baby fat" around his middle, and felt a profound ache to be more. Not just a little stronger, but an absolute force of nature.
His yearning led him into a shop tucked away in a narrow alley, smelling of ancient dust and frankincense. In a glass case sat a heavy, dark iron band. It was far too large for his slender finger, but it pulsed with an invisible heat.
The shopkeeper, sensing Evan’s fixation, whispered the translation of the etching inside: "A man becometh that which he most desires."
Evan didn’t hesitate. He bought the ring, and that night in his hotel room, clutching the ring, he fell into a sleep so heavy it felt like lead.
The transformation was not gentle. In the darkness, Evan’s body became a construction site of biological impossible feats. His bones cracked and elongated, thickening into dense pillars. His skin, once porcelain-pale, deepened into a rich, sun-baked bronze.
The "violence" of the change was a symphony of tearing fibers and explosive growth. His chest didn't just expand; it erupted into two massive slabs of granite-hard muscle. His soft midsection tightened, then pushed outward, forming a thick, powerful "roid gut" rippling with deep-cut abdominal ridges. Coarse, dark hair sprouted across his chest and limbs, and a thick, rugged beard claimed his jawline.
The Awakening
Evan awoke to a world that felt too small. His breath was a deep, resonant rumble in a chest that felt wide as a barrel. Everything was heavy. Everything was tight.
He stumbled toward the mirror, his new, massive feet thudding against the floor. When he saw his reflection, his breath hitched. The pale boy was gone. In his place stood a titan of sheer power.
The Upper Body: His shoulders were like cannonballs, so wide he had to turn sideways to clear the bathroom door. His arms were corded with thick, pulsing veins that looked like maps of the very desert he had traversed.
The Midsection: His core was a masterpiece of mass—the thick, heavy power of a man built for absolute strength.
The Hair: A dense, masculine pelt covered his torso, leading up to a face that was now rugged, sharp, and intensely bearded.
He raised an arm, flexing a bicep that peaked like a mountain. The ring, once loose and clattering, now sat snug against the thick muscle of his finger, as if it had always belonged there.
A surge of pure, unadulterated testosterone flooded his system—a roar of confidence he had never known. He wasn't just Evan anymore; he was the embodiment of the desire he had carried in his heart. He caught his reflection's gaze—dark, intense, and predatory—and a slow, knowing smirk spread across his face.
The world was waiting, and for the first time in his life, he was more than ready to take up all the space he wanted.
Colton had never understood why Jake looked at him the way he did. Jake was the kind of man people noticed instantly: tall, toned, shoulders that filled a doorway, a shirt that never quite contained his chest hair, and an easy, confident warmth that made people lean toward him without realizing it.
And then there was Colton—soft-spoken, slim, smooth, the kind of guy who blended into the edges of a crowd. Yet Jake saw him. Saw through him. Saw into him.
Tonight, in Jake’s dim apartment with the rain tapping at the window, that seeing felt almost unbearable.
Jake cupped Colton’s jaw with warm, calloused fingers.
“You think you’re the opposite of me,” he murmured. “But I see something in you that you don’t.”
Colton swallowed. “I just… I wish I could be more like you.”
Jake hesitated, thumb brushing over Colton’s cheek. “What if I told you there’s a way?”
Colton blinked. Jake’s voice dropped lower, almost reverent as he explained the ritual—ancient, strange, intimate. A bond created not by force, but by deep, mutual desire. Two gay men, sharing themselves completely. If both hearts aligned, their roles in life, in the world, in their bodies… could shift.
Colton laughed nervously at first. “That’s—Jake, that’s impossible.”
“It is,” Jake whispered, “until it isn’t.”
Something in Jake’s eyes—fear, longing, love—made Colton nod.
“I trust you.”
Jake exhaled shakily. “Then come here.”
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The Beginning
Their first kiss wasn’t lustful. It was gentle, almost trembling, like they were both afraid of breaking something delicate between them.
But when Jake brought Colton into his arms, the shift started—not physical yet, but energetic, like two currents touching for the first time. Jake’s warmth poured into him, deep, steady, grounding. Colton felt… heavier inside. Coiled. Like something dormant had been waiting for this spark.
Jake pulled back an inch, breath unsteady.
“You feel that too, don’t you?”
Colton nodded, shivering.
They moved slowly—Jake’s hands exploring Colton with a reverence that made his chest ache. But as their bodies pressed together, a soft heat began spreading through Colton’s skin. His arms tingled. His chest felt fuller, denser. Jake noticed immediately.
“Colton…” His voice cracked. “It’s working.”
Colton’s fingers dug into Jake’s shoulder—not weak, not timid, but unexpectedly strong. Jake gasped softly at the pressure.
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The First Physical Changes
Colton’s breath hitched.
“My hands… Jake, they feel—”
Jake threaded their fingers together.
Bigger. Rougher. Stronger.
Jake’s pulse sped up.
“God… you’re already—”
Colton’s forearm twitched, muscles tightening beneath his smooth skin as if something was knitting itself together from the inside.
Jake’s eyes widened with awe and something darker—desire, hunger, fear.
“You’re becoming… powerful,” Jake murmured.
Colton leaned against him, dizzy.
“And you?”
Jake swallowed hard. “I… I feel lighter. Softer. Like something’s slipping out of me and into you.”
His chest hair seemed slightly thinner. His posture less dominating. Not dramatic—yet—but undeniably shifting.
For a moment, Jake froze.
“I didn’t think it would be this fast,” he said. “Or this real.”
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The Midpoint — Jake’s Regret, Colton’s Awakening
Halfway through the ritual, as their breaths synced, as their hands gripped each other with shaking intensity, Jake suddenly cupped the back of Colton’s neck and held him still.
“Colton… wait.”
Colton looked up at him, pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling faster than before. He was changing more now—broadening subtly, Adam’s apple sharper, veins beginning to stand out along his forearms. The softness around his face was giving way to something chiseled, defined.
Jake’s heart slammed in his chest.
“Maybe we should stop,” he whispered.
Colton frowned. “Why? Are you okay?”
Jake’s voice trembled. “You’re becoming everything you ever wanted. And I’m—”
His voice faltered as his own body answered the ritual.
His muscles tremored—not strengthening, but relaxing, loosening. His sharp jaw softened by the slightest degree.
“I can feel myself letting you take it,” Jake said. “All of it. And it’s… scary.”
Colton touched his face gently.
“You’re the one helping me become myself.”
“That’s the problem,” Jake whispered, voice cracking. “Watching you change… watching you grow… I didn’t realize how much I’d want you. How much it would turn me on to see you becoming this man.”
Colton’s breath caught—heat, power, yearning building beneath his ribs.
“You’re… turned on?” he murmured.
Jake nodded helplessly, eyes full of awe and fear.
“You’re becoming dangerous. Handsome. Strong. And I can’t believe I’m giving it away.”
Colton kissed him then—slow, grounding, protective in a way that had never been possible before tonight.
“Jake… I don’t want your life. I want you.”
Jake closed his eyes, shuddering.
“And I want to keep watching you become,” he whispered.
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The Completion of the Ritual
Jake’s protest faded the moment Colton kissed him again—slow, grounding, protective.
Something inside the kiss changed.
Colton pressed Jake backward with a strength he’d never had before, a firmness that made Jake gasp softly.
“Colton…” Jake whispered.
His voice was already lighter than before.
Subtle, but impossible to ignore.
Colton paused, breath heavy.
“Tell me to stop if you want to stop.”
Jake swallowed hard.
“I don’t want to stop. I’m just… afraid.”
“Of losing yourself?”
Jake shook his head, chest rising and falling.
“Of losing myself to you.”
Colton’s new confidence flared—warm, protective, possessive.
“You won’t lose me,” he murmured. “I’ll catch you.”
That was enough.
Jake nodded.
And the ritual surged.
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The Shift Accelerates
A heat flooded through both their bodies, but in opposite directions:
Colton growing, densifying, darkening.
Jake softening, smoothing, yielding.
Colton felt it first along his chest — a prickling warmth under the skin. He looked down to see fine dark hair pushing through the smooth surface, thickening rapidly, spreading like it had always belonged there. His pecs rose, swelling subtly into firmer, heavier shapes.
Jake’s eyes widened in a mix of awe and heartbreak.
“Colton… your chest…”
Colton exhaled slow, a shiver running through him.
“It feels… right.”
He reached for Jake’s arm—his grip unintentionally firm. Jake inhaled sharply as his own arm felt different beneath Colton’s fingers: less tight, less carved, a little softer.
“Jake… you’re—”
“I know.”
Jake’s tone had changed too—still deep but carrying a trembling edge Colton had never heard from him.
Colton followed instinct, pulling Jake into him. Their bodies aligned and— Colton realized he was taller.
Just barely. But enough for Jake to notice.
Enough for Jake’s breath to hitch.
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Size, Strength & Sensation
Colton’s feet tingled, a deep stretching ache.
He stepped back, inhaling sharply as they lengthened, widening slightly, toes spreading as if claiming ground they’d never stood on before. His stance planted itself with new confidence.
Jake stared downward, stunned.
“You’re… growing into a size I used to have.”
Colton lifted one foot, amazed.
“And you?”
Jake lifted his own, smaller now, more narrow, more delicate at the edges.
He placed his sole against Colton’s — their feet used to be identical in size.
Now?
Colton’s dwarfed Jake’s by a noticeable margin.
Jake shuddered.
“There it is… the exchange.”
His voice softened, almost breaking.
“It’s real. It’s happening.”
Colton took his wrist, gently.
“You okay?”
Jake nodded a little too quickly.
“It’s just surreal. Seeing myself… shrink. Watching you… fill out.”
His eyes flicked over Colton’s torso, where more hair had spread—dark, masculine, curling over thickening pecs and descending in a bold line down a tightening abdomen.
“You’re becoming the man I was,” Jake whispered.
“And you’re becoming the man I was,” Colton answered softly.
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The Hair Exchange
Colton’s arms tingled next.
Fine hairs sprouted, thickening rapidly, turning his once-smooth limbs into something rugged, powerful, undeniably masculine. His forearms darkened with a dusting of coarse hair, making the tendons stand out even more.
Jake ran trembling fingers up Colton’s arm.
“God… that used to be me.”
Colton reached for Jake’s chest in return.
Where Jake had once had a thick mat of soft, dense hair…
Now it was thinning right under Colton’s touch, leaving smooth, warm skin behind.
Jake let out a shaky exhale, a mix of loss and arousal.
“How am I looking at you?” Colton asked, voice deeper than before.
“Like I’m yours,” Jake whispered.
Colton swallowed hard.
“You are.”
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The Final Wave — Identity Reversal
The last surge hit like warm lightning.
Colton felt his entire frame tighten and expand at once—pecs fuller, arms thicker, traps rising with heavy masculine weight. His torso grew a dense pelt of dark hair. His jaw sharpened, cheekbones stronger. His whole presence radiated masculine heat, the kind that fills a room and commands it.
Jake gasped as the final opposite happened within him—his body growing lighter, smoother, smaller. His once imposing presence softened beautifully, leaving him with a sweetness and vulnerability he’d never shown the world.
Colton pulled him close.
Jake fit against him perfectly now—smaller, delicate, comforted by Colton’s new strength.
Jake exhaled a trembling breath against Colton’s chest hair.
“You’re the man I was,” he whispered.
“And I’m the boy you were.”
Colton kissed his hair, voice a deep rumble.
“And I love you either way.”
Jake looked up at him with a soft, shy smile Colton had never seen on his face before.
“And I… I love what you’ve become."
Aftermath — A New Dynamic
When the ritual glow faded, they stood there, bodies pressed together, breathing as one.
Colton was taller.
Broader.
Hairier.
Stronger.
Confident in a way that radiated from his bones.
Jake was smaller.
Smoother.
Gentle.
Delicate and emotional in a way he’d always been afraid to show.
Their foreheads touched.
Colton whispered, “Are you happy?”
Jake nodded, eyes soft.
“I didn’t expect to be… but seeing you like this?”
He swallowed, cheeks pink.
“I feel safe. I feel wanted. And I feel like… this is who I was supposed to be.”
Colton cupped his cheek—big hand, rough now, warm.
“And I feel like the man I was meant to grow into.”
Jake smiled shyly and murmured, “Then… will you take care of me?”
Colton pulled him against his chest, possessive and tender.
Pride: a headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about
There is nothing Klaus is more confident in than his ability to kill something. It stems from Mikael believing him weak and from a desire to prove that he is anything but. After learning the truth of his family, the multiple secrets, his “parents’” desires to keep him weak, to kill him so as to spare his siblings, Klaus used his outrage to fuel his abilities, making his bite all the more venomous and his touch all the more deadly. Despite all their plotting, Klaus continues to thrive, makes certain to destroy all of his enemies as proof that he never has been weak, was never a coward and can never be killed.
